#they've got a nice rhythm to them

[ettawritesnstudies]

maybe its not strictly legal to renew your childhood library card using your parents' home address but it makes me happy that I still have the barcode digits memorized

[lexabitxh]

S.W | Drunk Confession

summary: y/n gets a bit too drunk, and confesses her feelings unknowingly to sam winchester.

perspective: third person.

word count: 1837

The night was young and the Winchesters & l/n had finished up a case that took several days. It felt good to win. It was a pride and joy feeling they got to feel other than guilt and disappointment from other unsuccessful cases.

"Another round, on me."

Y/n said as she signaled the bartender and pointed at their empty shot glasses. It's been a long day and genuinely, they all needed this. A moment to unwind after a long week of hunting.

"You sure you haven't had enough?"

Sam said as he looked a little concerned. Y/n scoffed, "Now I understand why your brother calls you so uptight. Stop being such a chick, Sam" she said, while taking down another shot of rum.

Sam felt the need to be the one sober for the night. Usually he'd drink a few shared beers with Dean, but being that Y/n was tagging along, it required someone responsible to take care of the two. Dean let out a chuckled, "I'm starting to like her" he said, pointing at her while popping a fry into his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at the two's behavior, they always acted so childish.

•

"Dean, you're drunk-"

"I'm not drunk, I'm awesome" Dean slurred his words, laughing as he clinked his glass of beer with Y/n. They've been drinking for hours and slowly but surely they were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Sam shook his head in disappointment, not sure what to do anymore.

"Stop being such a party pooper, Sam and loosen up a little. Just have one drink with us." she insisted while playfully nudging his shoulder with hers.

You'd think since you can't beat them, you might as well join them... but being that Sam was... well Sam, he'd spend the rest of his night looking after the two, hoping they wouldn't get themselves into any trouble.

•

'Na-na-na, come on

Na-na-na, come on'

S&M was blasting through the speakers, while Sam drove the car back to their motel. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his window rolled down as he was swaying his upper body to the beat, bopping his head to the rhythm. Y/n sat in the back, her hands in the air while singing to the top of her lungs.

She could feel the liquor coming up to surface, but managed to contain herself together. She knew if she were to throw up inside the impala, Dean would kill her himself and dispose of the body without a sweat.

'Love is great, love is fine (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Out the box, outta line (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)'

Sam kept glancing from Dean to Y/n, laughing just a little. He's never seen this side of Dean before. It was nice seeing him all loose and happy, it's as if everything they've done in life so far, all the good and bad things had disappeared for the time being.

"'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it!!" Y/n sang while Dean tried his very best, but fail miserably as most of his words came out sounding gibberish.

Sam contained his laughter as he kept glancing through the review mirror, watching Y/n dance with a drink in her hand, her eyes closed for the most part, but even so, she looked enticing. The way she was feeling herself. Her lips, her eyes, the was she felt the music through her body.

At one point he lost control of the wheel, causing every one of them to jerk just a little. "Eyes in the road, buddy" Dean said as he took another swig from his beer. Sam looked back only to find that Y/n was no longer in his eyes-of-sight.

"Y/n?" He did a quick look-over only to find her slumped in the backseat, passed out. "Great."

•

Sam pulled into the motels parking lot, putting the car in park before turning off the engine. He sat there for a moment, watching Dean struggle to get out before in doing so. To his surprise, Dean had somehow managed to get inside their motel room without a problem. Sam shook his head and he got out to check on Y/n.

"Y/n?"

He had opened her side door and peeped inside, lightly shaking her awake, but she barely moved except making a few grunting noises.

"Mmh??"

"We're back at the motel... c'mon, let's go" he said softly. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon with her current state, so with that being he helped her out. "Careful" he said as he grabbed her by her waist and wrapped one arm around his neck.

"Ok, ok, let's make this easier for you" he said as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her back inside. He used his foot to close the door on the way in, looking around for Dean before noticing him dead asleep on the floor.

"Alright... here we go..."

Said Sam as he gently placed her on her bed. He grabbed a blanket and placed it on her as he then removing her boots. Before he could walk away, Y/n grabbed him by his arm.

"Sam..."

Sam stood there awkwardly, looking down at her as the touch of her hand made him feel all sorts of feelings.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you..." she mumbled as she was trying so hard to open her eyes. "You're a good friend" she slurred, causing Sam to chuckle lightly. "Of course" he replied, "Get some rest."

"Also, you're a cute, Sam." she said, which caught him by surprise. "W-what?"

"You. Are. Cute..." she whispered, "and stupid." Sam was taken aback from her last comment, narrowing his brows together as he tried so hard not to smile. "But I like your stupid face. It's so stupid. It's so... I like it. Can I touch it?" she said while attempting to reach for his face, but was far from her touch.

He laughed a little. "You're drunk, Y/n" he said as he brushing her hair to the side.

"Yes I am. And I'm hopelessly in love with Sam Winchester... but it's a secret. Sam can't find out about this" She mumbled.

Sam could feel his cheek burning up about the confession. A smile so wide he could hardly contain his excitement. "Alright, it's our little secrete then" he reassured her.

"Pshhh"

"Shhhh"

He gestured as he smiled down at her.

"Goodnight, y/n" he said, hoping to get one in return, but she had quickly fallen asleep. He stood there for a little longer, watching her sleep peacefully. He shook his head, smiling like an idiot before going to bed. He figured he'd take the opportunity to enjoy the entire bed to himself, considering that Dean had taken the floor.

•

Y/n had woken up to the room spinning, her eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sunlight that shun in her face. She looked around the room. Dean no where to be seen and Sam sitting by the small table, who seems to be reading something off his laptop.

"What time is it?"

She said as she didn't remember how she gotten to bed last night. Sam looked up and smiled, "It's one in the afternoon. Don't worry, there's no case for the day" he assured her. "There's some ibuprofen and a glass of water right next to you" he pointed.

"You're a life saver"

She said, reaching for it as she popped the pills and swallowed it down with the glass of water. The water had quench her thirst, but she still felt hungover. "What happened last night?" She'd asked.

"You mean you don't remember?"

Y/n shook her head, "the last thing I remember was singing in the car to Rihanna. Which now thinking  back to it, that was pretty embarrassing" she laughed a little. "you have no idea what you did last night" Sam chuckled mischievously, causing Y/n to worry.

"Samuel. What did I do?"

She asked, unsure of what she might've done that could be so bad other than having a karaoke with Dean Winchester. "I was promised not to tell" he said while gesturing his lips sealed.

"Sammy!" She yelled in annoyance, kneeling on her bed as she was intrigued of what she had done last night. Endless of possibilities had ran through her mind, but none that she could remember of. Sam shook his head, a cheeky smile on his lips as he didn't say a word. "C'mon, Sam! Just tell me!" She pleaded.

Sam knew how'd she react if she knew what she'd done last night, and he didn't wanted to put her through that embarrassment. Though there was nothing to be embarrassed about because if he was too being honest, he felt the same way about her.

"Well, if you really wanna know..." he said as he closed his laptop, "you said my face looks stupid" he said pausing before going on. "And that you liked my stupid face."

It all came back to her. She felt her body go numbed and her cheek flush with a bright burning sensation of red. "You remembered now" Sam teased, causing her to grab ahold of a pillow and shoving her face into it. In that moment, she wanted to die.

"Oh. My. God!"

She cried as she got up from her bed. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I-I was drunk, and it felt easier for me to confess... I didn't want you to find out this way. How embarrassing!" She cried as she buried her face into the palm her hands.

Sam quickly got up. "Hey, it's alright" he reassured her, gently removing her hands from her face and holding them in his.

"I'm glad you told me. Cause I don't think I'd ever have the courage to tell you how I felt" he said. "You, too, have a stupid, cute face" he quoted her, laughing just a little. "And I like that" he added.

"You do?"

Sam nodded as he gotten closer to her, closing the gap between them. "I like you, Y/n." He said as he leaned down to place a soft kiss against her lips. All her worries had melted away in that moment of bliss. She'd dream of this very exact moment, but she'd never imagined this is how it'd happen. Over a drunk confession.

They were soon utterly interrupted by Dean, who had bursted into the room with bags of food. "Woah, what I miss?" He said as he had caught them by surprise.

Y/n and Sam looked at each other, a shade of pink on their cheeks as they held hands like kids in love.

[dannydoesthisthing27]

BAAABE headcanons ✨️

When Baaabe was growing up they didn't understand people

Baaaabe has a neutral resting face, but because of the fact that they're on the taller side, people were often intimidated. This led to them often leaning into the stereotype of tall, scary, and quiet, even though they are one of the kindest souls you could ever meet

Baaaaabe didn't go out growing up despite being invited often because they didn't think people actually wanted to hang out (they've been stood up on dates several times and ended up developing worse trust issues because of it)

Baaaaaabe has a collection of pins that they've been making since early highschool (they have messenger bags and jackets covered in pins and patches)

Baaaabe that hates going on elevators, but had a sprained ankle so they needed to for once, surprised by the man who came in after them talking about burned cabinets?

Baaaaaabe who nearly started crying when the elevator stopped because of course it happened on a day they're already having a bad time with, on an ankle that's throbbing in pain, going on the elevator for the first time in months because they just wanted to take a minute for themselves

Baabe letting the guy that was stuck in there with them pull them to the ground, their normal cool demeanor slipping away under his rough hands holding theirs. A small voice whispering in the back of their mind that they should be stronger, muffled by him guiding them through breathing exercises

Baaaaaabe agreeing to go on a date with him out of genuine curiosity, something that they hadn't done for their own sake in a long time

Baaaabe spending the weekend over at Ashers' place because they wanted to play through the Halo games with him. Them eager to get back into it when his voice pipes up unexpectedly with an "I love you"

Their face practically glowing even though their words were catching in their throat

Babe that was understandably nervous about meeting the pack. Spending almost two hours before hand trying to figure out what they should wear, how formal, how casual was exceptable, what kind of shoes should they wear. Spiraling down the train of thoughts that leads them to picking at their nails and pacing the closet

Asher that saw they were struggling and decided to pick their outfit (one that makes them both comfortable and confident) along with one of his jackets (possessive ass wolves)

Baaaaaaaabe, who got sick the same week they had a big project for work start and felt horrible about it for multiple reasons. Them pulled away from their work by the same rough hands that from the first day have been able to disarm them entirely. Baabe trying to protest his affection because he's even worse than they are when he's sick (whining groaning baaaaabe I'm dying put me out of my misserrryyyyy)

Baaabe who never really made pillowforts growing up, not understanding the appeal at first, more concerned by the fact that all of their (very nice) pillows are now scattered across the living room floor. Them crawling inside after their mates a few remarks coming to mind as they appreciate the view

Them feeling comfortable enough to ask, regardless of his answer, if he would mind shifting. The feeling of his wolf form wrapping around them a familiar comfort and the thump of his tail on the ground next to them a steady rhythm lulling them to sleep as their favorite episode of star trek drones in the background

Baaaabe baking Ashers favorite cookies and ordering in pizza because he'd been working late (cause he's a singer) learning the paper side of the security company. Baabe looking up a few different massage techniques specifically for relaxing the shoulders and neck since that's where their mate carries his tension. Them talking to him while they stradle his back, rubbing his shoulders, something they wouldn't usually do. The words just come easy with him, like most things when it comes to him

(Skipping past the inversion because, like with Angel, there's just too much going on)

Baaaaabe loving an excuse to dress up, eager to use the new lipstick they got to their advantage (Asher with lipstick stains everywhere just picture it 🫠)

Baaabe who while disappointed they can't go out, is still eager for a nice evening with their man. A small warm smile spreading across their face as they see everything he threw together. His crooked smile and smile lines drawing them in like a moth into flames. A fire they'd happily burn in if it meant being closer to him

Baaaaaabe trying to finish up a load of laundry when they hear Asher asking about butter, already mildly concerning since he doesn't cook, so they make their way to the kitchen without much protest for the sake of their cabinets

Them knowing full well that once he got them in there they wouldn't be leaving, regardless of what they said. Baabe listening to Ash ramble about his family with a fond smile. Hanging on every word since they really haven't spent much time around the other Talbots and want to know about the people who raised their mate

(This is as far as audio based headcanons go)

Baaabe collects jars and candles (they make their own candles sometimes)

Baaaaabe is weirdly good at card and board games

Baabe was a psychology student for several years before shifting to business because they decided psychology was better as a hobby, not a profession

Baaaaaabe and Sam both collect music (I've talked about Babe and Sam before their friendship is special to me)

Baaaaabe loves when Ash rambles because his eyes light up in a unique way when he's really invested

Baabe takes Sweetheart out to lunch when their schedules line up

[avonne-writes]

I dont have any Buck riding bucky fics rec but i do have an idea that i would love if someone with writing abilities would actually properly write it down. You know how you said that they are romantic lil fuckers that would very much like to smooch during sex? well...

Bucky is laying down while Buck is riding and Bucky is just staring at Buck's face that's so beatiful full of pleasure and he can't help but to sit up(hands hugging Gale's waist so he won't lose his balance) and start kissing him while Gale is still sat on him. Them gale gets done with it and pushes John back down so he can keep riding him but only a few moments go by until John is sitting up again for more smooching. Gale let's him but when he tries to sit up a third time, he's like "no no" and pins John hands into the mattress at the side of his head so he won't be abble to do it anymore. But riding John while pinning him down proves to be very hard so Gale makes John promise that he will keep his hands there and not try to sit up. The moment he let's go of his hands John is smirking and then sitting up to kiss him. Gale can't even be mad at him.

something like that...

This is both hot and sweet! I love it ❤️ I wrote a snippet 😊 (Edit: posted it on AO3 too)

The bed creaks as Gale’s thighs tense again, moving him up and down on top of John.

His right hand is on John's knee for balance, the left thumbs at John's side when he rocks back into the thick, blunt pressure of John's cock. It spreads him relentlessly open to his core, and he moans softly at the stretch of it every time it sinks in as deep as it can go.

Gale's got a good rhythm going and the perfect angle to hit that sweet, tingling spot when he grinds down. He doesn’t need any input from John - the big, warm hand John has around Gale's leaking cock is nice, but it's not a need - as long as John stays put, he can sate his desires just by riding him. Tipping his head back against the waves of pleasure, Gale lets himself get lost in it. They've done this enough times that he doesn’t feel self-conscious anymore. He knows that with John, he’s safe to have sex just for the mindless, physical bliss, if that's what he needs. He knows he can enjoy John's body openly, without shame.

So he does. Gale rolls his hips slowly and then faster, then slower again, how he craves it at the moment, his eyes closed and his lips open to let small gasps escape. The fire builds in him. He can feel it spread, can feel his cock leak more on John's stomach, and the hardness slamming into him when he rocks back on it makes his mouth water. He’s close now. Just a few more thrusts and -

Suddenly, his balance shifts. John's leg moves under his hand, and an arm wraps around Gale's waist as John sits up, kisses a messy path up Gale's sweaty-hot neck, then captures his lips. He kisses Gale hungrily, as if he had been holding himself back from it, and Gale licks into John's mouth in return, happy to share John's passion for it. But that spot in him throbs and aches, and his cock jumps between their stomachs when he thinks about how close that delicious peak is. Gale doesn’t want to lose that momentum - he wants to come and come now.

He breaks the kiss after a moment and pushes John flat on his back again to be able to use his cock how he wants, to get his relief. He keeps his hands on John's chest this time, feels his thick pecs move up and down with every breath, sounds rumble in John's ribcage when Gale rocks just right for them both. It’s good. It’s amazing - and Gale lets his eyes close again. He bites his lower lip and moves, there there there -

John pushes him out of balance again. He sits up once more and gathers Gale close to kiss him noisily, chasing the bite of Gale's teeth on Gale's lip with his own teeth, then his soothing tongue. Gale loves making out with him, but he’s desperate now, he just wants to get the pleasure John promised when he pulled him into the bedroom. He has no more patience for kissing. He pushes John down roughly and pins his hands on either side of his head on the mattress.

"Stay put." Gale says breathlessly, trying to drive the message home even though he sees the cheeky glint in John's eyes. "I'm so..." He sighs as he rocks back again. "I'm so close."

"So fucking hot." John groans and bucks his hips into it.

Gale's lips fall open. "Do that again."

John obeys, pushing into him the way Gale craves, deep and hard where he aches, and he can feel the sweet taste of bliss on his tongue -

But John wrestles himself out of his hold and sits up again under him to kiss him through a smile.

"Disobeying direct orders now, Major?" Gale mumbles into the kiss, too fond of John to be truly irritated. He wraps his arms around John's shoulders and strokes him wherever he can reach.

"Never claimed to be a model soldier." John grins and brushes their lips together again. "I love you so much."

Gale's face burns. He presses it to John's and lets himself be kissed. The pleasure can wait.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi!!! I listening to the Florence and the Machine song “girl with one eye” and it got me in a super angsty mood, and I had this idea that what if reader saves Rex from being tortured like a heroine and does the dramatic bridal carry and everything, instead of the usual reader being saved like a lot of fics end up writing in terms of super angst (absolutely no hate, I love those too) I just think it would be nice to see the reader being extremely capable!

You obviously do not have to write anything like this, I just had the idea and you are by far one of my favorite writers (my dyslexic ass cant write for shit)

Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day!

Saving Rex

Rex x reader | 4.4k words

Content: torture (not shown but discussed), injuries, general angst, reader with some physical strength/stamina, friends to lovers, hope and love prevail

Note: I'd really like to believe I could carry Rex down a flight of stairs if I needed to. Maybe I'll use that for motivation during my next workout 😝 (Also this got really emotional in some places, please don't hate me)

To say you were panicking was an understatement. Rex had never been this late to a rendezvous. And with comms jammed, there weren't many options to figure out what could be keeping him. It was one of your only nightmares coming true. Something happening to that noble, wonderful man you called a friend.

You paced restlessly between the walls of the bunker, an eye on the door at all times. Any noise, any howl of the wind or scrape of someone's boot on the concrete floor, made you twitch in alarm. You had never experienced the seconds ticking by so slowly. Kriff, where was he?

"You should get some rest."

While you watched the door, Anakin watched you. Normally he would tease over any emotion you showed for his Captain; no matter how much you tried to keep such feelings under wraps, the Jedi always seemed to sense the truth anyway. But now he put jokes aside and did what he could to quell your anxieties.

You only shook your head in response and continued your pacing.

Anakin sighed and fell back in his chair. The other men in the bunker were anxious, too. Even if he couldn't feel it, he could see it all around. Bouncing knees. Fiddling with random objects. Untouched food and unspoken words. No one was going to sleep, even though everyone needed it. It was going to be a long night. Unless Rex found his way back.

Anakin could admit he was worried for the clone, too. They had fought alongside each other for so long now, it didn't seem possible that there'd be a day where one of them was no longer standing. But what he couldn't admit, at least not to anyone else, was that he had a very bad feeling this time. He kept trying to reach out in the Force, find some trace of his comrade out there, and he kept coming back with an even worse feeling than before.

A sudden sound at the door caused everyone to sit up, tense and hopeful. Three knocks with a very specific rhythm. Someone from your team. You could barely breathe as you waited for Anakin to open the door.

Ahsoka hurried through, along with a gust of wind that fluttered some of the more lightweight objects around the room. Anakin quickly shut it behind her. You'd almost forgotten she had been out, too. Gone to look for Rex, help him get back. But she hadn't brought anyone back with her. Now you really couldn't breathe.

"What'd you find?" asked Anakin, noting the urgent expression on the young girl's face.

"They've taken him to the fortress across the south bridge. I followed a... trail," she quickly glanced over at you, omitting what the trail was composed of for your sake, though you could make an educated guess if you had to. "They have him in a tower. I couldn't get eyes on him, but... Well, I could hear him."

Her face screwed up in distress at the memory and everyone in the room knew exactly what she meant.

"Any way we can carry out an extraction?" asked Anakin.

"If not now, then when?" You marched forward, determined and resolute. You could breathe again, though just barely. "Nighttime. Storm. Now is the only time."

Anakin still looked to his padawan for confirmation. She'd seen the fortress and would know whether it was a risk worth taking, even for someone as dear to them as Rex.

To your satisfaction, Ahsoka didn't hesitate to nod quickly. "That's why I hurried back as fast as I could. I couldn't get to him on my own, but with a small team...."

"It'll have to be really small. We can't risk blowing our cover here," Anakin agreed and finally uncrossed his arms. He hadn't realized how tense he'd been holding himself this whole time. But now there was some hope, and all that was needed to reach it was a bit of daring action. Something he was never in short supply of, and something hew knew Rex wouldn't hesitate to do for him if the roles were reversed.

"You, me," you motioned to yourself and Anakin. "Ahsoka can keep guard here."

"And me," came a clone's voice by your side. All of them were intently listening to the conversation, and while any one of them would have been eager to volunteer to save their Captain, one knew he was needed more than any other. Kix.

"There may not be time to administer first aid on sight," Anakin cautioned.

Kix puffed himself up a bit. "I'll do what I can. You two focus on getting us out without a fuss."

Anakin smirked and you cast him a grateful smile of your own. This was not an ideal outcome, learning that Rex was in distress. But at least he wasn't dead yet, and you could work with that. Now his fate was in your hands. And with a burning fire in your heart, you knew you would save him.

- - -

Rex waited until the echoing of their footsteps was gone before allowing himself to collapse. His knees hit cold stone but the jolt was barely felt amongst the rest of the pain radiating throughout his body. He curled in on himself, arms gently folding around the worst of the injuries in his middle, and his head hung low in exhaustion.

He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. He hated the thought, but it was true. An entire day of torment and torture, relentless and unforgiving. Even with all his training, this situation was proving difficult to bear.

There was only one thing keeping him alive, he was sure of it. You. The memories of your smile, your laughter, all the lovely things you somehow said at just the right times. The thought of you continuing on without ever knowing how he felt. You were strong and capable in your own right, but he still wanted to be there for you. To protect you. To love you.

Gods, how he loved you.

He couldn't be broken in this place. No, not before seeing you one more time. He would give you his heart, and then he could finally let go.

- - -

Your feet thunked against each step of the spiraling stone stairs. Anakin's and Kix's were not far behind. Only a few guards and droids had had to be taken care of thus far, done swiftly and discretely by the two soldiers while you focused on navigating through the labyrinth of the fortress to the tower that held Rex. But as soon as you'd reached the door leading upward, Anakin had voiced his unease. Worse was coming, he insisted. And if they proceeded, they'd be just as trapped in that tower as their Captain was.

You pushed forward without a second thought.

And they reluctantly followed.

You weren't dumb. You knew it was foolish to rush into an enemy's territory with no plan and no backup. You knew you could be condemning Rex with your impulsive actions rather than saving him. But somehow, those sensible thoughts were overwhelmed by a deep and desperate need to find him at any cost. If you could just see him, then everything would be okay.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. One step and then another and another. Your lungs heaved and your thighs burned but you kept climbing. You weren't sensitive to the Force, but you swear you could feel yourself getting closer to him.

The sudden sound of a lightsaber igniting behind you finally gave you pause. You stumbled on the next step as you slowed and turned. Anakin had stopped several steps below and was staring downward, waiting for something.

"What is it, sir?" Kix huffed beside him.

Anakin only held up a finger as if he were trying to listen. You were panting, too, and tried to hold in a breath so you could hear whatever he could. There was only the hum of a lightsaber and the wailing of the wind from the other side of stone walls.

And then suddenly there was pounding. The whole tower seemed to shake with the thunderous footsteps of soldiers making their way upward, blocking your only way back out. Anakin jerked his head toward you.

"Go. Find him. I'll push them back."

As Anakin rushed downward, Kix wavered in between. Rex would need his aid, but his aid would be worthless if they couldn't escape. He finally looked back at you, too.

"You've got this," he stated before raising his blaster and following General Skywalker.

You resumed your trek upward, your attention slipping back to its previous singular focus of finding Rex. Of seeing him again. Alive.

You finally reached the top of the tower and were met with a simple wooden door. Again, you knew you should slow down and think through a strategy. What if there were guards on the other side? What if their blades slipped because you startled them? But you couldn't help yourself. You'd come too far to not burst right through.

There were no guards. There were no blades. But there was, thankfully, distressingly, Rex.

He was slumped against the far wall. Motionless. You crossed the room with a few bounding strides and gently pulled him away from the wall.

You'd anticipated him being in bad shape, but not to this extent. His armor was stripped and the tattered clothes they had him in instead did nothing to hide his condition. Bruises along his arms. A sickly pallor to his skin. Dark circles beneath his eyes and cracks along his lips. His head swung toward you listlessly as you turned him. You quickly positioned his body against yours and your hand cradled his head in support.

"Rex," you coaxed, willing your voice to remain strong. Panic wouldn't help him like this. "Rex, it's okay. We're going to get you out of here. Okay?"

His eyelids fluttered but couldn't seem to stay open. He did turn toward your voice, and through a series of near-unintelligible mutters, you managed to make out your name.

"Yes," you smiled, moving your hand to cup the side of his head so you could run a soothing thumb along his cheek. "Yes, it's me. I'm here. I've got you. You're okay now."

He shifted his arms, and at first you thought he was ready to try standing. You made to move, too, but then noticed he was doing something else. He held his hand over his chest, on the side of his heart. And then slowly, his other hand reached out to rest onto your chest.

You shook your head at him, not understanding. Was he hurt there? Did they do something to his heart?

Then Rex's worn face contorted into what could only be a smile. A small but serene smile, like he'd finally found peace. The smile slowly slipped away and his body started to feel heavier in your arms.

Now you couldn't keep the panic at bay. It came out in full force, along with tears and desperate squeezing. 

"No no no. Rex. Wake up, Rex. Please. You can rest soon but we have to leave first. Okay? We have to go now. Please."

You didn't know what to do beyond pleading and shaking him. He couldn't slip away now, not when you'd just gotten here. A part of you had hoped that maybe, just by seeing you, his spirits would lift. That you would be that little kickstart to his heart that'd help him keep going. But sadly, it seemed your fantasies of him returning your affections were only that. In reality, you could have been anybody coming to his rescue, and you'd be too late either way.

No. You shook yourself now. No, it didn't matter how he felt or didn't feel. You loved him. That fire in your heart was still burning, and you were going to get him out of here alive.

You carefully but swiftly got your legs back under you, still keeping Rex's body supported as you maneuvered each other into the right position. You weren't a soldier. You didn't have the same build as the clones. But damn if you weren't just as determined and capable. So with a deep, steadying breath, you heaved his body across your back. One of your arms wrapped around his closest leg, keeping it tight against your side as you reached across to grab at his arm. He was heavy, but secure, and you knew you could carry him this way for as long as it'd take to escape. And as an added bonus, you'd heard a soft grunt from him as he'd bent over your shoulders. He was still alive.

You wasted no time standing around with the extra weight. You were back out the door and heading down the stairs faster than you could register. One hand running along the wall for balance and the other firmly grasped on Rex's forearm. Your thighs had done the most work to get you up the stairs; now it was your knees taking the brunt of effort going down. In your mind you alternated between prayers for your joints and prayers for Rex's life.

The sounds of your steps were drowned by the reverberating sounds of combat. The echoes made it hard to tell their distance away as you continued your descent. You braced yourself for the inevitable, feeling more and more grateful the further you went without sight of any blaster fire. You estimated only a quarter of the way left by the time you met some of the carnage on the stairs. Sizzling metal and blaster marks on the walls. It was another several of floors of picking your way between it all before you then came across Kix and Anakin. They'd made good progress pushing the onslaught back.

You hovered just beyond their reach so as to keep Rex away from the crossfire. Anakin's lightsaber did most of the work to keep the enemy at a distance, though occasionally a shot would ricochet onto the wall by your head. But slowly and surely, you were all able to make it down to the next step. Lower and lower. Closer and closer to the end.

Eventually Kix was able to pause in his help and scurry up to check on Rex. He nodded at you when he confirmed a pulse but was just as unsuccessful as you in his efforts to get the Captain to wake.

"Dehydration, possible blood loss from these wounds here," the medic chattered, more to himself than anyone, as he dug through his pack. He tore open a bacta patch and slapped it across an oozing mess of scabs on Rex's shoulder and then handed you a stim while he continued to rummage.

You jabbed the stim into the back of Rex's thigh, thrilled that you managed to elicit another groan from him. Any sign of life was a good one at this point.

"Need me to take over?" Kix asked once he'd found a breathing mask and stood back up. You shook your head, already heading back down the stairs. Anakin had managed to get through a good amount more of the droids. Kix shrugged and then rushed ahead to continue laying down blaster fire.

The fight to escape took far longer than anyone would have wanted. Even once you'd made it out of the stuffy tower, there was the maze of hallways to run back through, and more enemies to fight along the way. All hopes of a stealthy rescue were long gone. It made you nervous, wondering if you'd be able to make it out at all, at this point. The further you moved into the open, the harder it was to keep fighting. If you were lucky enough to make it outside the fortress of droids, then you'd be surrounded by a storm. You were but a Jedi, a medic, and a civilian staff member carrying a near-unconscious soldier. The path forward was looking rather grim.

You eventually got yourselves into what seemed to be a supply closet. You knew there was a service door leading outside down one end of the hall, and the front entrance to the fortress itself was only around another corner as well. But you were flanked by droids on either side. Anakin kept the door to the closet open so he could continue to pick off the droids, while you were finally able to take a break from carrying Rex as Kix more properly tended to some of his injuries.

"How's he looking?" Anakin asked over his shoulder. He wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to be. He was glad Rex was alive, but they were all running out of options. From his estimates, they'd either need to surrender and think through a better escape plan later, or barrel forward with a Hail Mary and hope for the best. Either option would be difficult with Rex in this state. If he was getting worse... if he wasn't going to make it... Anakin shuddered at the thought of having to make that call.

Kix didn't immediately answer. He'd removed the breathing mask which seemed to have sparked some energy back into Rex. He was groaning and huffing, clutching at his midsection and rolling his head back and forth restlessly. Kix tried getting his attention but the Captain only continued to fidget and groan.

"Was he like this when you found him?" Kix asked you.

"No, he was quieter. He knew who I was, though."

Kix motioned for you to come closer. "See if he'll respond to you again."

"Rex." You quickly saddled up by his side, ignoring the pain in your back and legs from crouching. "Rex, look at me. It's okay. Just breathe. You'll be okay."

Surprisingly, your voice seemed to work. Rex stilled, turning his head toward the sound. That weird little smile crept back on his face.

"Rex?"

He responded with your name, small and rasping, but clear all the same. You couldn't help but smile in return.

"Oh good, you are awake enough."

With lightning speed, Kix was back in view with a vial of... something. He tipped it into Rex's mouth and held his hand over to keep the Captain from spitting it back out. Rex sputtered and writhed against Kix's hand but eventually swallowed the liquid down with a hard, painful gulp. Rex's eyes had shot open in the process. They were red, but alert.

"It's okay," you tried soothing again. Rex relaxed against the wall he was propped against and locked his eyes with yours.

"You... came... for me?" he croaked out.

You nodded. For a second, you could have sworn tears were brimming in Rex's eyes. Maybe it was only the medicine.

"Hate to ruin the moment," Anakin called back out. The blaster fire from the hall had grown louder, closer. "But we're out of time here. Kix, anything in this closet we can fashion into a grenade?"

The medic scrambled up to look amongst the shelves.

"Rex, you able to stand? I need you both shooting blasters if you can manage it."

"I will try."

Rex was already trying to push himself off the wall. You wrapped an arm around his back and help hoist him up. His legs shook wildly from the sudden weight. You kept him leaning against you, one arm over your shoulder.

"It's okay, I've got you."

Rex smiled down at you, far too softly for what the situation allowed. You held his gaze with surprise.

Kix was pouring random bottles into each other, hoping they'd make the desired effect. Anakin was cursing as the droids drew nearer. Rex seemed to be trying to tell you something with his eyes. And just when you were about to suggest looking into the air vent situation of this place, there came a large and reverberating kaboom.

You all froze. Including the droids, who then appeared to have been given new orders as they neatly turned in the opposite direction and marched away. Something had happened by the entrance. After a few moments, you could hear their blasters firing again, along with the sounds of other weapons. Familiar weapons. Anakin grinned.

"Obi-Wan," he said before running after them.

You could've cried. Instead, you looked back up at Rex and smiled.

"Ready to go home?"

- - -

You hadn't left Rex's side for a second, much to Kix's chagrin. It was that much harder to heal a battered brother with a stubborn civvy sitting in the way. But, despite his many grumbling complaints, he still let you stay. He knew your heart. And Rex's. It'd be best for both of you to keep close, until you knew each other's.

Though when Rex did wake, you could barely get out one tearfully happy hello before seemingly everyone else on base came to his side, too.

"Thank the gods you're alive!"

"Glad you're okay, brother."

"Good to have you back."

"Can't keep a good man down."

Rex appreciated their words, he really did. He tried not to notice how silent you'd fallen amongst them. It was your words he wanted to hear most.

"How did we get out of there?" he instead asked Anakin. He remembered waking in a dark room, Kix shoving something down his throat, your voice as you sweetly called his name. Beyond that was a blur. He was pretty sure he'd passed out once he tried walking.

"I kept think about the storm," Ahsoka was the one to answer instead. "And how it would give them cover getting to the fortress. And then I thought if they happened to get caught, that'd provide just enough distraction for us to start with a good attack."

"And by us, she of course means the 212th," smirked Cody. Obi-Wan was busy sending word back to Coruscant on the mission, though they all owed it to the Jedi's decision to go looking for General Skywalker and the missing 501st. Without the added reinforcements, Ahsoka's plan wouldn't have stood a chance.

"We're just really glad you're alive, Rex," Ahsoka said softly.

"Yeah, we don't know what we would have done without you," said Anakin, though he was looking toward you as he said it. Everyone else followed his gaze, causing you to blush at the sudden attention.

"They carried you the whole way, you know," Anakin added, now directed toward Rex.

Rex's eyes grew wide, impressed.

"Don't you remember?" prompted Kix.

"I... remember you finding me," Rex told you. "In that cell. I remember feeling hope again."

Your ears were still hot from Anakin's obvious insinuations of your feelings, and now everyone was giving each other looks at Rex's words. You decided to deflect with some humor.

"Right before you tried to cop a feel," you smirked.

That did the trick. A chorus of salacious oohs and laughter rang through the rank of clones gathered. Fives went up and clapped Rex's shoulder, his bad one. Rex's wincing caused Kix to hastily shoo away Fives and everyone else making a ruckus. You remained, noticing that through it all, Rex had a blush rivaling your own.

"I... I didn't..." he stammered once most of his visitors had disappeared. Anakin gave you one last look before then coaxing Ahsoka to leave as well.

"It's okay," you reassured. "You were out of it."

"No, I wasn't, I... I was..." Rex huffed. He was having a hard time finding the right words. "Never mind, it's silly."

He fell back against the pillows with a sigh. You scooted your stool forward and rested your hands on the bedside.

"Please tell me, Rex. I feel like you've been trying to tell me something ever since I found you. But I was so focused on trying to keep you alive, I didn't understand. I'm sorry."

Rex smiled back at you, encouraged. "It's alright. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would make it out alive. But I... well... I didn't want to let go without..." He paused, embarrassed again. This was going to sound ridiculous if you didn't feel the same.

"Without...?"

"Without giving you my heart first."

He looked at you hesitantly to find your lips had parted in surprise.

"I know. It was a silly thought--"

"No," you breathed. Your hands now slid from the blanket onto his. The memory of him in your arms, beaten and bruised, using what strength he had left to gesture between his heart and yours... you wished you'd understood then. You'd thought he hadn't cared for you in that way at all.

Rex's eyes watered along with yours as your hands clasped together and a newfound understanding settled in between.

"You can't ever disappear on me like that again," you said with a wobble in your voice. "Anakin's right, I don't know what I would have done without you. I... I love you too much to even think of it."

Rex brought your hands up to meet his lips. He kissed your knuckles softly.

"I love you, too. And... I think I'm going to need to reconsider some things, knowing that you love me back."

He gazed over your clasped hands and met the eyes of Anakin, on the other side of the medbay looking in on the other patients. He wasn't the only injured soldier from the mission. General Skywalker was a good man for checking on them, just as he would do once he could stand on his own feet again. The look he now shared with the Jedi was one of agreement. A lot had changed from this mission, and a lot would need to still change. Love, sometimes, took priority even in war. Anakin knew that better than most.

"I don't want you to--" you started to say as realization dawned. But Rex quickly shook his head.

"We have time to discuss it. Right now, just let me hold you."

You didn't need to be asked twice. Helping him carefully scoot over, you then slipped under the hospital blanket and tucked yourself in at his side. It felt right, like where you were always meant to be.

Your worst nightmare had played out in a harrowing day of panic and fear. And now your greatest dream was nestled at your side, safe and sound and alive. It had been a frightening price to pay, one you hoped you'd never have to spend again, but the heart you now held was surely a worthy reward.

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[soarelesiluna-ao3]

Mayhaps some Guilherme x reader? I've been under the weather with quite a cold and could use some nice wholesome content 👉👈

Awww, of course! I have to say, Napa's song wasn't my cup of tea this year, but hearing it live made me feel warm and cozy at times. Also, I love how grounded Guilherme seems to be. He's just a guy in a band, you know. And he seems so authentic to himself, too.

Let's see what I can come up with! I can't thank enough one of my followers who filled me in with info abt Guilherme, without them this wouldn't be possible!

I hope you feel better soon, anon!

Content under the cut!

Guilherme smiles at you when he sees you arrive. You two arranged a meeting to have a coffee after his rehearsal was over. Semi-Final one is near, and NAPA have been doing their best to show their talent to the world, even when the odds are so stacked against them. They don't really seem to care about the fact, and neither do you. You fell in love with them at first listen...

And with Guilherme too.

"You look fantastic, unlike me", he chuckles a bit, scratching the back of his head. "I must look so messy and tired right now... I am pretty tired, to be honest.. Long day of rehearsals and interviews and all that stuff."

It's understandable, you say. But hey, at least you could make some time to be together. You see him blush at those words.

"The highlight of my day is spending it with you", his hand slides to yours, so he can lock fingers and squeeze it afterwards. His way of being affectionate towards you. "After all, you're the closest thing I have to home here."

He still makes your heart race like that fateful day where you met him in Portugal. It's just amazing how feelings never change, despite the distance or time or both. It all still feels magical and warm.

"I found this out and I thought we could check it together", Guilherme pulls up his phone and shows you a map. Café Con Letras, is the name of the place. "They do jazz evenings, and they've got great reviews. I think we'd both like it."

As usual, he always is prepared for everything and seems to manage everything on his own. You're used to it at this point, but you wouldn't have it any other way, he's always been good at planning. Better than you are, anyway.

"Perfect, then, uh... We can call an Uber. In fact, I've already called it, because if we walked it'd take us like an hour", he squeezes your hand again. "It should be here any moment."

When you two get to the cafe after a very cozy, yet quiet ride (who needs to speak when you have your loved one leaning against your shoulder, anyway? You hearts speak louder than words), you make your way to one of the tables inside. The sound of live jazz fills your ears at once, and you can see Guilherme nodding his head to the rhythm.

After getting your orders sorted out, you sit down together at the table. Guilherme leans in and kisses the tip of your nose as a treat, a big smile on his lips.

"Hey... I hope you keep liking me even after Eurovision is over", he says in a lighthearted tone. "Because I think that this liking of mine is something that's gonna last for a long, long time."

Oh, you feel the same.

And he can tell you do, because he squeezes your hand again.

[estapa-edwards]

WAITING FOR HIM---- N.HISCHIER

paring: nico hischier x fem! reader

word count: 1k

requested? yes - maybe he comes back to your apartment after a loss and you’re asleep and you hear him come in and you wake up and it’s just super fluffy 

warnings: use of y/n.

The living room is dimly lit, the soft glow from a table lamp casting a warm light on the couch where Y/N sits. The clock on the wall ticks away, its hands inching closer to midnight. A hockey game blares from the TV, the commentator's voice echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

Y/N shifts on the couch, her eyes flicking to the clock again. She checks her phone, no new messages. Sighing softly, she wraps herself tighter in the blanket draped over her legs.

"He should be home by now." y/n thought to herself. She rests her head against the back of the couch, her eyes heavy from the long day. She fights to keep them open, wanting to greet Nico when he walks through the door.

The TV's noise becomes a distant hum as Y/N's eyelids grow heavier. Slowly, her breathing deepens, and the rhythmic sound of her soft snores fills the room. 

The room is still dimly lit, the TV now showing the end credits of the hockey game. The front door clicks softly as it opens, revealing Nico, carrying his hockey gear and looking disappointed. He enters cautiously, trying not to disturb the peaceful sleep of Y/N on the couch.Nico tiptoes around the living room, his movements slow and deliberate. He sets his hockey gear down gently near the door and takes a moment to watch Y/N sleep. Her face is relaxed, a soft smile playing on her lips even in her dreams. 

Y/N stirs, her eyelids fluttering open slowly. She looks up to see Nico standing over her, his expression a mix of exhaustion and disappointment.

"Hi Nico, how was the game?"

"Hey, it was... tough. We lost."

Y/n sat up rubbing her eyes “"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

nico takes a seat next to her ‘’Yeah, it was a rough one. But seeing you here when I got home makes it a little better." 

Y/N gives Nico a soft smile, touched by his words. "I'm always here for you, win or lose. Do you want to talk about the game?"

Nico sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, not really. It's frustrating, you know? We practiced so hard, but things just didn't click today."

She reaches out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand. Sometimes things just don't go the way we want them to. But you gave it your best, and that's what matters." 

He looks at her, his eyes searching hers.‘Thank you, Schatzi, Your support means everything to me." She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll always be your biggest fan, Nico." He smiles, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lighten a bit. "I know, and I'm grateful for that."

"Do you want me to cook you dinner?" y/n asked. Nico's eyes light up at the offer, appreciating the gesture of care and comfort from Y/N. "That sounds wonderful, Y/N. Thank you." "i can help if you want." nico exclaimed. Y/N smiles warmly at Nico's offer, touched by his willingness to help. "That would be great, Nico. Cooking together could be fun."

Nico nods, eager to contribute and spend time with Y/N. "Alright, what are we making?"

Y/N thinks for a moment, then suggests, "How about we make some homemade pasta? It's comforting and I know you love it."

Nico grins, "Sounds perfect. Let's do it."

They head into the kitchen together, Y/N taking the lead with the pasta dough while Nico offers to prepare a simple tomato sauce. Working side by side, they quickly fall into a rhythm, laughing and chatting as they cook.

As they finish preparing the meal, Nico looks over at Y/N with a smile. "Thanks for letting me help, Y/N. It was actually really fun."

Y/N smiles back, wiping her hands on a towel. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Cooking together was a nice way to unwind and spend time together."

They plate up the pasta and sauce, sitting down at the dining table to enjoy the meal they've made together. The atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful, the earlier disappointment of the game now a distant memory as they focus on their shared meal and the joy of each other's company. 

After enjoying their meal and cleaning up the kitchen together, Nico and Y/N decide it's time to head to bed. The earlier fatigue from the long day still lingers, and they both look forward to a good night's sleep.

As they enter the bedroom, Y/N begins to change into her pajamas, while Nico takes care of his nightly routine. The atmosphere is calm and comfortable, a stark contrast to the tension of the hockey game earlier.

Once they're both ready for bed, Y/N climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Nico joins her, wrapping his arms around her as they settle into a comfortable position.

"Tonight was really special, Nico," Y/N whispers, her eyes meeting his in the dim light of the bedroom.

Nico smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "It was. Cooking together and spending this quiet time with you was exactly what I needed after today."

Y/N snuggles closer to Nico, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "I'm glad we could make the best of a tough day. I love you, Nico."

Nico tightens his hold around Y/N, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you too, Schatzi. Thank you for always being my rock."

In the stillness of the night, with Y/N in his arms, Nico feels a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. The disappointments of the day fade away as they focus on their shared love and the comfort of each other's presence.

[moongoopy]

Sukuna with a lover who's insecure about herself and so he takes her in front of the mirror and kisses her while telling her what he lives about her.

Could lead to mirror sex of you're comfortable with that

no matter what

c/w: intimacy, a bit nsfw but implied sex, slight violence, sukuna calls you my love and dear

a/n: i forgot i could write nsfw woah but this is implied so sorry for ermmmm leaving you high and dry! also reader is not gender specified, i think you can grab chests??? even with how small they are??? like idk cupping a breast implant, those are tiny right...

sorry if short!

c: sukuna x gen!reader

he thinks you're quite silly, well all humans were especially when you try to shrink and pull away from him if he fondles your body a bit and your face tries to hide that useless fear of how a body is supposed to look like.

he had you where he wanted, body nude and reflecting back onto the mirror with his arms around your waist, his hand playing with the skin of your leg. the fingers you love so much tracing down to the inside of your thighs and a soft growl that run down his lips as he traced them on the shell of your ear.

first, he holds your head up, guiding it to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"why so crestfallen, my love?"

your arms do little to hide your own body when his arms easily pulled them away and he nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe in your scent that makes for an entertaining reaction, a lovely shiver down your spine.

your chest, he traces his hands over and kisses up your nape. his fingers palms them and felt up your skin.

there was your heart, it beats so hard for him. humans are such a fickle thing, he holds the spot of your body where he can feel it beating hard for him and he chuckles. whether it was fear to submit or excitement for how close he was, he loves all the times an organ reacts so quickly to him.

he smooths down to your waist and holds your hips, patting them slightly. you swore he got harder just from nudging into your ass.

he loves your hips when you walk. his eyes subtly watching you walk away from him as you fulfill your duties or work he set out for you or simply to walk to him. his eyes trail down your legs and he gave it a big squeeze which made you whimper. these legs were a treat for him, he had you adorn shorter garments just to see them more. if you don't speak up and say that your outfit posed any problems, he would continue feigning idiocy and continue to peep at them everytime you're around him.

he dares you to call him a perv but he just has taste for this part of you, well one of the parts he adored so much.

his hand then rises back up top and caresses your back, giving it kisses and a groan. your back muscles flexing from his hands was an intriguing sight, it was attractive. one of his eyes watched your hand hold him, tracing your thumb against his fingers.

"i'm sorry, i just don't feel right."

he made sure you felt his hot breath near your ear.

"you dont need to feel like you should be something either when you're with me."

there was his favourite rhythm that starts when he catches you offguard with such praise and he laughs lowly. he felt you shift, wanting to speak up surely but a pinch to your wrist stopped you.

but he was right.

you could feel right or wrong, ugly and flawed when you're with him. he admires the worst in things and that was 'you'. though it was debatable because everything wrong with you never felt out of place either. he doesnt go back on his praise. he doesnt seek out these flaws a lot like you do when he could use his time better by appreciating them.

like your hands which he press his lips onto next, they did so much for him and to him. they went through hell and back to reach to this position with him. they fit around him so nicely and makes something burn in him so badly.

he'd seen how they've been cut off, burnt, bruised and he was there at all times to hold and heal them. uraume couldn't even reach you fast enough because sukuna was the first. he'd heal back those pretty hands that held his during the night and to entertain your fascination with his hands, squeezing the warmth into his and silently sighing.

his eyes flickered back to mirror where he sees you looking at your wrist and he smiles to how your eyes aimlessly worry.

ah, those eyes. the eyes that dare look at him for the first time you met him.

"you haven't answered me, dear."

ones that challenge others and him, that drastically softens to his voice and widens to his actions. he tilts your head back to the mirror to make you look at him again.

rapidly blinking up to him, another apology slips from your lips and there he strokes them with his thumb.

and such a mouth that swiftly answers him when panicked or shuts down his arguments. he pulls you back to kiss your lips and meets your tongue. you always tasted so enticing and saccharine, the second best thing he puts in his mouth (other than whats between your legs) as he kisses you deeply.

before he gets too carried away for the night, he pulls away and grinned to your eager lips that chase after him.

he grunted when your hand went and pumped his cock but he holds your hand tenderly.

"cease from doing that for tonight. this time.."

you moan softly as his fingers slide down your body.

"i'll be the one serving you."

he'd plan to tell you all the things he loved about you with the slow tease of his hands, he'll sing praise like a little song bird as long as that gets his lover to desist their worrying.

why should you when you're so perfect to him?

[rootedinrevisions]

One of Them Girls: Part 4

Summary: Your morning starts with a quiet moment in the kitchen with Tyler. That's followed by a day together at the fair. The two of you explore all that the fair has to offer. The day unfolds with laughter, shared moments, and a sense of excitement about where this thing between the two of you might be heading.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3.4k

The sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the room. Your roommate had already left to run errands this morning and you stood by the counter, lost in thought as you gazed outside, savoring the first sips of your morning coffee. The quiet hum of the house was soothing, a welcome calm start to the day.

Tyler had quietly made his way downstairs, dressed in the same jeans and white t-shirt from the night before. He didn't want to disturb your roommate if she was still sleeping, so he tiptoed into the kitchen. As he approached, he gently placed his hand on your back to let you know he was there.

The unexpected touch startled you, causing you to jump and spill your coffee. The hot liquid splashed onto the counter and your hand, the warmth shocking against your skin.

"Ouch!" You exclaimed, quickly setting the mug down and attempting to clean up the mess.

Tyler's face flushed with concern. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," he said, hurrying to grab some paper towels. "Let me help with that."

He gently dabbed at the coffee stains, his touch careful as he wiped up the spilled liquid. You winced slightly as you wiped your damp hand on a nearby dish towel.

"It's alright," you reassured him, trying to ease his worry. "I'm just a bit jumpy this morning. Thanks for helping."

Tyler gave a small, apologetic smile, clearly relieved that you weren't too upset. "I guess I should've announced myself, huh?"

After Tyler had carefully cleaned up the coffee spill, you both stood in the kitchen, the morning quiet once more.

Tyler glanced at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I really am sorry about the other night," he said, his tone sincere.

You shook your head, waving off his apology. "It's okay, Tyler. Things happen."

He nodded, taking a deep breath as he considered his next words. "I was actually hoping I could make it up to you. If you're free today, I'd love for us to spend some time together. Maybe do something fun, so I can properly apologize for bailing on you."

The offer took you by surprise, but you found yourself smiling at the prospect. "That sounds nice. What did you have in mind?"

Tyler's face brightened with relief and excitement. "Well, there's this county fair in a nearby town that I think you'd really enjoy. They've got all kinds of activities and food, and it would be a fun way to spend the day. Plus, it's a chance to show you a different side of me."

You considered his suggestion, the idea of spending a leisurely day at the fair appealing. "That sounds great. I'd love to go."

"Awesome!" Tyler's enthusiasm was infectious.

Despite the earlier disappointment, the prospect of a day out with Tyler brought a smile to your face. It felt like a step forward, a chance to strengthen the connection you had started to build.

The drive to the county fair was peaceful, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. You sat in the passenger seat of Tyler's truck, gazing out the window at the passing scenery. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythm of the road beneath the tires created a soothing backdrop, allowing you to relax and enjoy the moment.

Tyler, seemingly content with the silence, suddenly reached over and turned on the radio. A cheerful tune filled the cab, breaking the tranquility. He glanced at you with a mischievous smile, then, without warning, started singing along.

At first, his singing was purposefully over-the-top and silly, his voice exaggeratedly loud and off-key. "Just a small-town girl, livin' in a lonely world," he belted out, his playful antics making you laugh.

"Tyler!" you exclaimed, trying to stifle your giggles. "You're ridiculous!"

He grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Hey, if it makes you smile, it's worth it." Then, as the song continued, he transitioned to singing in his natural voice.

You were caught off guard by the sudden change. His normal singing voice was surprisingly good—smooth, rich, and full of emotion. He effortlessly hit the notes, his tone clear and melodic. It was a side of Tyler you hadn't seen before, and you found yourself captivated.

"...took the midnight train going anywhere," he sang, his voice resonating through the truck. He glanced over at you, noticing your stunned expression. "What? You didn't think I could sing?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I'm just surprised," you admitted, still marveling at his talent. "You're really good."

Tyler shrugged modestly. "I used to sing a bit when I was younger. Mostly for fun. It's been a while since I've sung for anyone else, though."

"Well, you should do it more often," you said, genuinely impressed. "You have a great voice."

He smiled, the compliment clearly meant a lot to him. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

The rest of the drive was filled with music and laughter, the bond between you and Tyler growing stronger with each passing mile. By the time you arrived at the fairgrounds, you felt more connected to him than ever, eagerly anticipating the day ahead.

As Tyler's truck rolled to a stop in the dusty parking lot of the county fairgrounds, you felt a flutter of excitement. The fair was already bustling with activity, families and friends wandering through the entrance, laughter and music drifting on the warm breeze. Tyler parked the truck and jumped out, coming around to your side to open your door.

"Ready for a day of fun?" he asked, offering you a hand to help you down.

"Absolutely," you replied, your smile mirroring his enthusiasm.

You and Tyler made your way through the main entrance, the smell of fried food and cotton candy filling the air. Once inside, you both paused to take it all in. The fairgrounds were a vibrant mix of colors, sounds, and smells—a whirlwind of excitement.

"So, where to first?" Tyler asked, slipping his hand into yours. The simple gesture sent a pleasant thrill through you, and you squeezed his hand in return.

You scanned the fairgrounds, considering your options. "How about we start with the barns?" you suggested. "I always loved seeing the animals when I was a kid."

"Sounds like a plan," Tyler agreed.

The barns were bustling with activity as you and Tyler strolled through, admiring the various animals on display. Kids in 4-H and FFA shirts proudly tended to their animals, chatting excitedly with visitors and showing off their hard work.

You stopped to admire a group of goats, their playful antics bringing a smile to your face. "I always wanted a goat when I was little," you admitted, reaching out to pet one that had poked its head through the fence.

"They're pretty cute," Tyler agreed, crouching down to get a closer look. "But I hear they're a handful."

"Definitely," you laughed. "But they have so much personality."

You continued to wander through the barns, stopping to admire the cows, pigs, and chickens. Each section brought new delights, and you found yourself sharing stories from your childhood, feeling a sense of nostalgia and joy.

After leaving the barns, you and Tyler made your way to the midway. The area was alive with the sounds of carnival games and the enticing aroma of fair food.

"Want to try our luck at some games?" Tyler asked, nodding toward a row of brightly colored booths.

"Sure, why not?" you replied, feeling adventurous.

Tyler led you to a ring toss game, handing the attendant a few dollars. He picked up a ring, eyeing the bottles carefully before making his throw. It bounced off the rim, and he laughed. "Not as easy as it looks."

You gave it a try, managing to get one ring on a bottle on the first attempt.

Tyler smirked over at you. "You're not hustling me again, right?"

"Beginner's luck this time," you joked.

You wandered through the midway, trying different games. Tyler won you a small stuffed animal at a dart-throwing game, and you couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

After a while, the delicious smell of fair food became too enticing to resist. "I'm starving," you admitted.

"Me too," Tyler agreed. "What should we get?"

You scanned the various food stands, taking in the mouthwatering options. "How about a funnel cake?" you suggested, pointing to a nearby stand.

"Perfect," Tyler said, leading the way.

He bought a large funnel cake dusted with powdered sugar, and the two of you found a nearby bench to sit and enjoy the treat.

Tyler tore off a piece and held it up to your mouth. "Open wide," he teased.

You laughed but obliged, taking a bite. The warm, sweet dough melted in your mouth, and you couldn't help but sigh in delight. "That's amazing."

"Right?" Tyler said, taking a bite himself. "Best part of the fair, if you ask me."

You took turns feeding each other pieces of the funnel cake, the playful exchange adding to the fun of the day. After finishing the treat, you decided to explore more of the fair.

You stopped at a stand selling corn dogs, each getting one to enjoy. As you walked, you noticed a cotton candy stand and couldn't resist. Tyler bought a big, fluffy pink one, and you both tore off pieces, savoring the sugary goodness.

With your bellies full and your spirits high, you made your way to the Ferris wheel. The line was short, and soon you were seated in a gondola, slowly rising above the fairgrounds. The view was breathtaking, the lights of the midway twinkling below you.

"This is incredible," you said, leaning against Tyler as the wheel paused at the top.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his arm wrapped around you. "I'm glad we came."

The Ferris wheel began to move again, and you enjoyed the ride, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. The day had been perfect so far, and you couldn't wait to see what the rest of the evening had in store.

After finishing your Ferris wheel ride, Tyler suggested checking out the live music. You both made your way over to the small stage where a local band was playing covers of popular country songs. The sun had started to set, casting a warm glow over the fairgrounds, and the twinkling lights around the stage created a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

The band was good, their music drawing a decent-sized crowd. You and Tyler found an open spot on the grass and sat down, enjoying the relaxed vibe. The band played a mix of upbeat tunes and slower ballads, and you both swayed to the rhythm, soaking in the moment.

"This is nice," you said, leaning against Tyler.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his arm resting around your shoulders.

As the band launched into a lively two-step number, a few couples stood up and began dancing. Tyler glanced at you with a playful smirk. "Wanna dance?"

You hesitated for a moment, but his enthusiasm was contagious. "Sure," you said, letting him pull you to your feet.

Tyler led you to the makeshift dance floor, and with a confident grin, he started teaching you the steps. At first, you stumbled a bit, feeling clumsy and awkward, but Tyler was patient. He kept his grip gentle yet firm, guiding you through the movements.

"Step, step, quick quick," he repeated, his voice steady and reassuring.

You concentrated, trying to match his steps. After a few tries, you started to get the hang of it, moving more fluidly. Tyler's encouragement and the music helped you find your rhythm.

"There you go," he said, smiling as you successfully followed his lead.

Just as you were starting to feel more confident, Tyler decided to add a little flair. He spun you around, catching you off guard. You let out a surprised laugh but managed to keep up with his movements.

"Gotcha!" he teased, pulling you back into the dance.

"You're full of surprises," you said, grinning.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he replied with a wink.

The two of you continued dancing, the lively beat of the music filling the air. Tyler added a few more spins and twirls, each one catching you off guard but making you laugh. You found yourself enjoying the spontaneity, the way Tyler's energy and the music made you feel free and alive.

As the song came to an end, you were both slightly out of breath but smiling. Tyler kept hold of your hand, leading you back to your spot on the grass. The band slowed things down with a romantic ballad, and you both sat down, leaning against each other.

"That was fun," you said, still catching your breath.

"Yeah, it was," Tyler agreed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You did great out there."

"Thanks for teaching me," you replied, feeling a warm sense of accomplishment.

The music continued, and you both sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the rest of the performance. The night was turning out to be magical, each moment with Tyler adding to the specialness of the evening.

You and Tyler listened to a few more songs, swaying to the rhythm, the music blending with the lively ambiance of the fair. As the final notes of the song drifted away, Tyler stood up, extending his hand to you with a grin. "I've got one last surprise for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You took his hand, feeling a flutter of anticipation. "What is it?"

He led you through the fairgrounds, hand in hand, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. The sound of the fair's hustle and bustle faded behind you as Tyler guided you toward the rodeo area. The smell of sawdust and the distant clamor of the crowd grew louder with each step.

As you approached the rodeo grounds, you could see the bright lights of the arena and the excited chatter of the crowd. Tyler squeezed your hand gently before leading you to the entrance. You both made your way to the stands, searching for the perfect spot to watch the show. Just as you were about to settle into your seats, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

"Tyler! Over here, man!"

Tyler turned, a broad smile spreading across his face. He waved back to the voice, then led you over to a group of cowboys by the fence. One of them, a rugged man with a wide grin, clapped Tyler on the back.

"Hey, man, it's been too long!" the cowboy said, his voice booming over the crowd noise.

Tyler laughed, the sound echoing warmly. "Yeah, it has, Cody. This is (Your Name)," he said, turning to you with a proud grin. "She's, uh, my...girlfriend."

The word caught you off guard, and you felt a flush of surprise rush to your cheeks. But the way Tyler looked at you, with that unmistakable sparkle in his eyes, made you feel at ease. You nodded, offering a friendly smile to Cody. "Nice to meet you, Cody."

As you finished shaking Cody's hand, he looked you up and down, then turned to Tyler with a teasing grin. "Well, well, well, Tyler. Looks like you finally found a girl who could make you settle down a bit."

Tyler rolled his eyes, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Shut up, man. You know it's not like that."

Cody laughed, clapping Tyler on the back. "Hey, I'm just saying, it's good to see you like this. It's been a while since you've been this... relaxed. Welcome to the family, (Your Name). Glad you could join us tonight."

As the two of them chatted, you took a moment to look around the rodeo grounds. The arena was filled with eager spectators, the air buzzing with anticipation. The announcer's voice crackled through the speakers, introducing the next event.

Tyler turned back to you, his face lighting up with excitement. "You ready to watch some rodeo action?" he asked, his hand still clasped around yours.

"Absolutely," you replied, your heart racing with anticipation. "I've never been to a rodeo before."

Tyler's grin widened. "You're in for a treat. Let's find a good spot."

He led you to the front row, where you could see everything clearly. The cowboys prepared their horses and bulls, the tension in the air palpable. Tyler leaned in close, explaining the events with a passion that made you smile. "This is the bull riding. The riders have eight seconds to stay on the bull. It's a crazy ride, but it's one hell of a rush."

As the first rider was announced, the crowd roared to life. You watched in awe as the cowboy mounted the bull, his determination clear in his eyes. The bull exploded out of the gate, bucking and twisting, the rider clinging on with all his might. The clock ticked down, and the crowd counted along, cheering when the rider stayed on for the full eight seconds.

You turned to Tyler, eyes wide. "Did you really used to do this?"

Tyler chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, I did. It's a rush like nothing else, but it's also dangerous. Had my fair share of close calls."

You looked back at the arena, imagining Tyler out there, and a mix of awe and concern washed over you. "I can't believe you did that. It's so intense."

He smiled, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Yeah, it is, but I loved it. And now, I get to share it with you."

The night wore on, the rodeo's excitement building with each event. You found yourself cheering alongside Tyler, your laughter mingling with the sounds of the crowd. The bond between you two felt stronger, the shared moments making the evening unforgettable.

As the final event concluded, Tyler turned to you with a grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice soft against the noise of the crowd. "There's nothing like a rodeo to make you feel alive."

You smiled back, your heart full. "It was amazing. Thank you for bringing me here."

As the rodeo came to an end, you and Tyler made your way back to his truck. The excitement of the night still buzzed in the air as you climbed into the passenger seat. Tyler started the engine, and the two of you set off for home, the quiet hum of the truck providing a comfortable background to your thoughts.

After a few moments, Tyler broke the silence. "So, uh, earlier when I introduced you to Cody as my girlfriend..." He trailed off, glancing over at you nervously. "I hope that was okay. I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything."

You felt a warmth spread through you and couldn't help but smile. "I liked the sound of it," you admitted softly.

Tyler visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. "You did?"

"Yeah," you said, turning to look at him. "I really did."

Without another word, Tyler reached over and took your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. The simple, tender gesture made your heart flutter. He continued driving with his other hand, a contented silence settling between you as the night stretched on.

The drive home felt shorter with your hands intertwined, and by the time Tyler pulled into your driveway, you felt a deep sense of connection with him.

Tyler pulled into your driveway and parked the truck, the engine's hum dying away. The night was quiet, and the stars were bright above as you both stepped out of the vehicle. Tyler walked you to your door, the warmth of his hand still lingering in yours.

As you reached the doorstep, Tyler turned to face you, a soft smile on his lips. "I had a really great time today," he said, his voice gentle in the evening air.

You smiled back at him, your heart full. "Me too. Thank you for a wonderful day."

He looked a little sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, did I manage to make up for not showing up the other night?"

Instead of answering with words, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The world seemed to pause for a moment as your lips met, the kiss filled with all the unspoken emotions between you.

Tyler pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours. A slow smile spread across his face before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. He leaned in and kissed you again, this time deeper and more assured, the connection between you growing stronger with every passing second.

[murkystarlight]

I've always wondered how people made playlists for characters. Or an entire fandom. Or anything really(I'm horrible at it. Or maybe I just don't know enough songs)

But I did manage to think of songs the new order would sing at karaoke, or just singing skills. I don't actually have songs I think they would sing. But we do have what I wrote down for musical abilities! (This thing was in my drafts for months-)

Jesse

Good at singing. But not very good with rhythms(those darn quick time events don't help!! Arghah)

But like the few songs they've sung their entire lives?? Yeah. The rythm kind of got stuck in their brains. And can keep up to it.

Probably would sing something like... breakup songs, the most. But like, happy break up songs(like.. not happy. But you know.. the 'I broke up with you, but I dont care. You were crap anyways. I'm so out of your league' kind of breakup songs). Why? I thought it'd be funny. Okay? I don't know why-

Olivia

She's a good singer. But she doesn't really like singing in front of crowds. So like.. only with her close friends. But she has a really nice singing voice. Can't reach the really high notes, but manages most of them(even if they're not fully perfect)

I think she would sing more calmer songs.

I think she would know how to play the piano or violin (think she got a good musical ear)(I also thought of her having a dj board thing--)

Axel

He has a loud voice. He covers his weakness of singing with that loud voice. Can't hit a high note? Just scream! Scream the crap out of your throat. But his neck is fine. He screams often, and it takes more than just 'screaming to get a high note' to damage his throat. So he can hit the high notes... well, it does the job. He can get the high notes done. And speaking of high notes, he would sing Hatsune Miku a lot(I- don't know why😃)

If he was to play an instrument I'd say something like.. the drums?

Petra

She doesn't really sing. But she isn't horrible at it. Maybe with practice she'll be better? But when she does sing, she sticks to the easy ones. If there is a high note in the song, she'll just skip that part. Just- everything goes quiet all of a sudden. When the high note part ends, she starts singing again.

She sings anything as long as she knows the song(and likes it) and if it's not something too cheesy(either she doesn't like it, or she just has a big ego).

And for instruments(which.. I apparently also started writing down in this post), drums and guitar/base?

Lukas

I think. He would be able to hit high notes. Like.. really high ones. But the problem is, he can only do it in one song. Or the next day he won't be able to speak. He also has to take care of his throat before and after the song. But other than that. He's a great singer

Think he would sing jazz for some reason. I have- no idea why. Or country. With a guitar maybe(I'm really just throwing things out there at this point). And maybe K-pop. Cause... I like that theory(also the reason why he can do high notes?)

Instruments; guitar. Maybe piano?

So, from here. I guess... dynamics?

After a while, Olivia, Axel and Lukas has to sit down and catch their breath(Olivia and Lukas mostly because they're tired, low energy. And Axel.. he can still go on. But he gets pulled down since he keeps trying to hit the high notes by screaming) So that leaves Petra having to deal with Jesse. Jesse wants to sing. While Petra... she's kind of tired of it by now.

Jesse likes singing duets(or more people) together. So everyone sings a duet with Jesse at least once if they go karaoke together.

Axel(most of the time) doesn't actually know the Japanese lyrics when he sings Miku. He just copies whatever he heard or sees on screen.

Lukas, actually knows the lyrics to the K-pop he sings. He reads books and stuff(yh. That's not a very good reason. Is it..). If he does like K-pop, he would've tried learning it. Other than that, I think he would know a lot of different languages. Even not fully. But know some words and phrases

Jesse and Axel would sing in the shower

Olivia once cheated during karaoke by messing around with the wiring. She got bored while waiting for her turn(the others only realized it after getting the perfect score three times in a row)

Annnnd I realized I didn't think of an instrument Jesse would know how to play. And I have thought of~ the flute. I was thinking of f!jesse. But imagine f!jesse and m!jesse being siblings and they both signed up to learn. F!jesse loves it amd m!jesse doesn't. But they've gone too far. He can't quit now

And that's all. Thank you 👐

[choochooboss]

Introducing your station master & Magma event host!

Since there's already a lot of passengers visiting this station and I haven't spared much time to get to know my fellow submas fans over Tumbrl yet, an introduction would be in place!

I'm Jun, nice to meet you! *offers a hand for for a shake* I am a devoted submas artist & a monthly Magma event host! I go by ChooChooBoss everywhere (Twitter/Bsky/Twitch/Ko-Fi)!

This will be a long post! I will write a short intro as well which you can just skim through but here is a more in depth view how I got into submas, my other interests and life in general, in case you'd wish to know more about your conductor on this silly train!

How did I get into submas in the first place?

PLA. I met this certain mysterious & cool fellow time traveler and got curious! After the cave scene I went to read his Wiki, found out about Emmet, and... yeah. The emotional impact blasted me right out of a miserable cycle I was going through back then and set my soul on fire!! A month later I set up my first art account on Twitter, and the rest is history. They've become my greatest source of strength and inspiration and I enjoy drawing them every single day!

I love both twins very much! I tend to vibe with Ingo a little more than Emmet, but I draw Emmet more. People say I remind of butler Ingo the most, hehe. I certainly don't mind because I'm a big fan of butlermas!! In fact I got into submas & started playing Pokémon Masters EX in April 2022, a week before butler Ingo banner rolled in, so they truly got a special place in my heart ahah! (pssst draw more butlermas for me pls pls pls-)

However I don't draw warden Ingo as much as I would like to. I still get pretty emotional over his fate ahah, I can't draw him without a single tear! This sweet & kind man leading a good life and being an inspiration to others has been torn from literally everything he had for seemingly no reason apart from his name, clothes and the muscle memory and even those are barely intact. It seems like a miracle he's still standing and breathing after put through everything judging by the wear and tear on his uniform and body. Despite all that he carries a positive attitude, assists everyone in need, and does his best to help people and pokémon understand each other, unconditionally... Oh, my face is wet again...

My other interests besides submas?

Monster Hunter! Zelda! Genshin Impact! Super Mario! Trine! Crash Team Racing! And many many more! My favourite genres are platformers, kart racers, and action games, with a side of rhythm games. I'm a big fan of co-op games! I also watch my sis play JRPGs!

Monster Hunter is the dearest to me out of all. I've been hunting for well over a decade starting from MHFU. The games have charmed me with their incredibly satisfying combat system, world building, creature design, great attention to detail, character customisation and the games being nearly fully co-op!!

Other things I do:

Pokémon is practically the only turn-based game I enjoy, mainly because of the characters and collection aspect. However!! I adore Pokémon Colosseum (the first pkmn game I ever played!) and it's double battle focus, so The Indigo Disc has been a delight after the long starvation for double battles, coming up with different combinations makes the battles much more fun to me!!... I sound like Emmet here do I ahahah! We also share the fact we are both left-handed!

Shuffle dancing, daily pull-ups, and expanding my ever growing VGM collection! I also enjoy traveling and taking photos to keep as a diary! I've played piano in a music school for 9 years, and I can also play kalimba. I've done casual boxing, gymnastics, horse riding and medieval swordfighting. I used to read comics/manga and watch movies and anime but nowadays I barely do that, I just rather use that time for drawing instead of just sitting and watching, unless I have company!

I share the apartment with my anxious brother and our two sweet female cats, Laku (11, stubborn and cuddly) and Kalevi (21, demanding and full of love) in a city center. My parents are both entrepreneurs and run a farm in the countryside & I have 4 siblings with me as the middle kid!

Where can you meet me?

I am a game artist by profession, with 4 yrs of studies and roughly 7 years of EXP in the field doing game art, UI design, character/prop design, in mobile games as well as PC titles, 2D and 3D. At the moment I am looking for work; I keep up the motivation and learn new skills by running my art accounts while looking for new opportunities.

I hail from the land of darkness, snow, salmiakki, metalheads and renownly reserved people, Finland! (UTC+2)

Despite having my roots here I am pretty much the opposite of a typical Finn in almost every sense ahah! I'm a small guy who's not afraid talking to strangers and laughs a lot. And I dislike coffee for the contrary, it's very popular amongst finns.

With the inspiration from submas I've finally stepped into the world of cosplay so you can usually meet this small and excitable Ingo in the biggest local conventions, Desucon and Tracon! Come say hi!

About my social battery:

I'm both social and socially anxious ahah! I love making new friends and talking to all sorts of people and writing comments, and gathering together with my mutuals to do cool stuff together! However my social battery is very small... I often struggle with my AD(H)D and anxiety issues, so my replies can be extremely slow. I'm easily overwhelmed when life gets busy and I deal with it by withdrawing to minimise the the stimuli and then sorting my stuff out one by one. This is a frustrating shortcoming, but I'm working hard to find a balance I can maintain without getting exhausted. Please be patient with me! If you don't hear from me in a while, please don't take it personally! In fact, it makes me really happy if you contact me, for any purpose!

Which pronouns do I go with?

I go by they/them! I am also aroace, so if I appear to show any sort of romantic interest, it's definitely not that. I love meeting new people and am quite interested in people in general so I'm excited to get to know you better, but the thing is... I have been confusing people on several occassions for saying things that could be taken as flirting. I am terribly sorry for that, that's just the way I show how I care!

I don't really identify myself by any specific gender either, but rather by my roles or interests (Magma host, submas fan, game artist etc.). Submas encouraged me to enjoy dressing formally even if I'm just sitting at home, because I love formal clothing in general and wearing them makes me feel confident and stand taller! I usually wear collar shirts and black or white slacks.

More about my AD(H)D:

I don't have an official diagnosis but deal with the same problems as AD(H)D people do; poor work memory, dissociation, hyperfocus (drawing and people), sleep deprivation, impulsiveness (juggling too many things and going with the wind), getting sensory/information overloads, and feeling like I don't fit in. I figured it out after I finished school & lost my job for that I am unable to handle big tasks without anyone giving me directions. It has taken a while but I've figured out things that help me manage my daily life as well as have a medication that mainly boosts my capability to get things started which is another great struggle ahah.

How do I manage to keep myself on track?

I use a Pomodoro timer to keep up a good flow and remember to take breaks! This is what I use the most:

I should set it up on my tablet as well. I think it's really cool to see how many hours I have actually put into drawing! Last year I clocked in well over 3k hours, ahaha!

How to catch me?

Right now I have great difficulty managing replies, but usually you can reach me by DMs! I check Discord and Twitter the most often! However I must ask you to respect my current DNI status. It means I am really overwhelmed so I wish nobody comes asking for my attention until it has been lifted, unless it's really necessary. I really love talking to you all but I also have to accept and deal with my own limits strictly like this or it won't work out.

What am I working on at the moment?

Besides the holiday set I have several short comics under works as well as one big comic (100+ pages!). That one is my personal greatest goal! I started working on it in June 2022 and I have currently 40+ pages sketched and 60+ thumbnailed.

I was afraid of starting any comic projects before submas, but the sheer excitement over them carried me over that personal wall ahah!

The story's beginning and end are looking good and somewhat functional but there's still a lot to work to do and holes to fill in the middle before I dare to start fleshing out the pages. I have little experience in writing or comic making so I hope you forgive if some things don't make sense or the dialogue is a little on the nose so to say ahah!

The story will be packed with action with the overall tone being on the darker side, but it sure won't be lacking in humor! The project's main goal is to make it a celebration of all things submas & to prove to myself I can handle a big scale project despite my shortcomings!

This train has reached the terminal!

Thank you for riding my silly submas train!! I adore reading all your tags and comments! They brighten up my day & fuel my passion even more!! I hope to bring many more fun things for you to look forward to!! See you again soon!

ALL ABOARD!!

[project-sekai-facts]

Hey, i wanted to say two things. The first one is, I adore your analysis so much. You definitely have so much knowledge about the project sekai lore than i would ever have. And secondly, do you believe if Craft egg is going to confirm any of the ships in the game? It would be really nice if it happens, but i highly doubt it.

First off, thank you!

Secondly, I don't really like talking about shipping because, y'know, but also free pass if I'm talking about canon stuff

it's really hard to say. Like, really. I'm assuming here that you mean confirm as in the characters dating within the story, and not as in characters having mutual feelings, because for that there's a different answer. Games in the sort of idol-rhythm genre tend to never actually establish romantic relationships and just keep teasing stuff, because money and I guess if you never confirm anything then you never alienate a portion of your fanbase.

Like look at bandori, which has CHU2 and PAREO who clearly have feelings for each other (iirc it's outright stated on one side at least?) and are seemingly dating although it's just. never actually confirmed. same with a few other characters. i know this happens in enstars as well but i only ever played it for a week so i can't name anything specific but do i need to you probably get what i'm on about.

though, there are games in the genre that don't do this, namely D4DJ. But D4DJ is sort of a black sheep in this genre because like. it's really queer, like actually queer. like they've got characters who are dating and outright stated to not like men and like another girl in the cast. which isn't something that's common. at all.

and all these examples from other games are queer, and of course, prsk is mixed-gender, i'm just using them as examples (and also all the couples in prsk most likely to ever be official are queer). prsk being mixed kinda simultaneously makes getting characters together easier and harder for them. because on the one hand, do i even need to explain why straight couples are easier to slap in a story? and on the other hand, gay ships are far more popular in the fandom, and are generally the ones that get more content in the game because of that, so pulling a fast one and suddenly making a random m/f couple canon would piss off a lot of the fanbase (i'm talking about vbs and mmj here before anyone says anything).

so really it comes down to whether the writers just carry on as they are, or do something unexpected. and like, maybe they will? i mean, there's airi and shizuku who are very obviously attracted to each other, minori and haruka who i don't think i need to explain, and then an & kohane, akito & toya and arata & souma who are all implied to be soulmates. so there is definitely already stuff there if they ever decide to do something. and if not, then there's stuff there still I guess.

oh yeah also An refers to the events of BFST as a date and the way the conversation is phrased heavily implies she means it romantically but she's the only person who calls it that and no one is actually implied to be in a romantic relationship outside that event (or even in it really) but there you go. oh and shizuku and airi go on a date within the story as well.

[inkameswetrust]

The Window Sill (Pt. 3)

Pairing: James Diamond x Kendall Knight

Characters: Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Logan Hortense Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, (The Mention Of) Jenny Tinkler

Content Warnings: Fluff, BL, SFW

Word Count: 2,213

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After many failed attempts at confronting James, the final bell chimed, alerting students and teachers alike of the school day's conclusion. Kendall scuttled out of his classroom and made his way to his locker. He reaches for his earbuds and plugs them into his MP3 player, fastening one earbud into each ear and shuffling an All Time Low album.

Amidst the shuffling of his books and nodding to the rhythm, James strode to Kendall's side, each step lighter and more lively than the last. "Hey there, songbird, I haven't seen you all day!" James proclaimed with open arms. His lips curved into a bright, exuberant smile as he leaned his arm onto Kendall's shoulder.

"You're not hiding from me, are you?" James teased, raising his brow to compliment that signature flashy look in his eyes.

Kendall chuckled passively, pressing pause on his MP3 player and closing the door to his locker. He shook his head, a reluctant grin lighting up his face from the inevitable excitement Kendall felt from hearing James' voice.

"Nice to see you, too, James," Kendall replied while hoisting his backpack up by one strap.

James hummed with satisfaction, retracting his arm and leaning against the locker next to Kendall's. "So what happened last night? You never called me."

"Right. Sorry about that." Kendall muttered, "Things got kinda hectic after you left."

"Really? What happened?" James inquired as the two began making their way through the school corridor.

"Three words, James," Kendall began, walking alongside James, "Mac. And. Cheese."

James, puzzled and confused, knit his brows and struggled to form a proper response. His lips parted as if to say something, but he had more questions than statements.

"You don't wanna know," Kendall advised.

After a brief awkward silence, Kendall reflected on his previous conversation with Katie and how he wanted to address the status of his and James' relationship. It frightened him to bring it up despite how much he enjoyed the thought of dating James.

It would only make sense for them to start going out because of their undeniable chemistry. They exchange loving gestures, James frequently sneaks into Kendall's house to see him, they've kissed, and they're constantly flirting.

Why weren't they going out? Was Kendall reading into everything too much? Perhaps it was all an elaborate ruse. What about the custom-made guitar pick James saved up his money to buy for Kendall? Was that the gesture that made their relationship official? Had Kendall overlooked that fact this whole time?

Kendall began to sweat and tremble as the myriad of conflicting thoughts circling his brain triggered a downward spiral. His gaze was intently focused on his feet as he kept walking alongside James. He almost couldn't hear James calling his name from two feet away.

"Kendall...?" James called out warily, "Kendall, can you hear me?"

James continued to call out Kendall's name to no avail. Frustrated and annoyed, James waved his hand in Kendall's face to catch his attention.

"Kendall!" James cried, desperately trying to elicit any response from him.

Kendall jumped back, unaware he was spiraling or even zoning out. He quickly cocked his head in James' direction, his voice dropping before he could form a coherent sentence.

"Kendall, are you okay?" James queried as he reached for Kendall's hand, his gaze softening as he gently interlocked their fingers.

Kendall gulped nervously, reluctantly returning the gesture and meeting James' gaze with an uneasy gaze of his own.

"Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just distracted." Kendall declared admittedly, "I just... there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

"Sure, what's up?" James replied, bringing his other hand to Kendall's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Kendall released a shaky sigh, his bangs billowing before his eyes and his lips nervously tucked inward.

"Well..." Kendall began, his voice hesitant and uncertain, "I was just wondering if you'd maybe... well... erm—"

"Hey, there you guys are!" Carlos exclaimed as he rushed through the corridor to meet them.

"Carlos, wait up!" Logan cried as he desperately tried to catch up.

James and Kendall immediately pulled away from each other, their faces sheepish from the surprise of Logan and Carlos joining them so unexpectedly.

"Hey, man, where ya been?" Carlos cheered, his smile as bright as the joyous glint in his eyes.

"Carlos, you've got to stop running away from me when I'm trying to explain something to you!" Logan whined.

"And I told you not to correct me with some lame science fact when I'm explaining something to you!" Carlos retorted.

Rolling his eyes and slumping over where he stood, Logan groaned, replying, "It's not my fault you don't know the basics of gravity. Newton's first law of motion is that an object in motion stays in motion."

"Oh, yeah? Well, a Carlos in motion stays... awesome!" Carlos proclaimed, almost shocked by his genius mind, "I should get that on a t-shirt."

While Kendall and James share a mutual chuckle, Logan brings his palm to his forehead and withdraws from the conversation. Carlos turned to James and Kendall, remembering why he sought to find them.

"So, what are you guys doing right now?" Carlos inquired, "You wanna go prank the girls' hockey team again?"

"Can't." Kendall replied, "I gotta get to work."

"Great. We're in." Logan and Carlos declared simultaneously.

"I don't know, my manager's still pretty upset about last time." Kendall admitted, reluctant in his decision to let his friends join him, "We've gotta stop shoving shopping carts into peoples' cars."

"Don't worry, I've been practicing!" Carlos assured, "I'm such a good shot now."

Logan glanced at Kendall, shaking his head in protest with a disappointed expression to paint the picture of Carlos' nonexistent progress. Kendall made peace with the fact that no matter what his decision would be, his friends would always find a way to join him.

"Alright, let's go," Kendall sighed.

Logan and Carlos cheered in unison, hurrying to flee the school building. James looked back at Kendall, giving his hand one final squeeze before sprinting away to catch up.

"Hey guys, wait up!" James called out from the corridor.

Kendall watched as his friends dashed ahead, thoughts of regret keeping him in place. It frustrated him greatly to still struggle with confronting James. Kendall mentally reprimanded himself for not speaking up as he jogged out of the school building.

The boys laughed, bickered, and cheered on their way to the grocery store. Amidst their lively conversations, it was clear a unique dynamic was blossoming between Kendall and James. Though they attempted to be subtle and, hopefully, discreet, Carlos and Logan couldn't help sharing a few inquisitive glances. Carlos felt it was imperative to speak up on the matter as soon as questions and suspicions arose. Logan felt otherwise and forcibly silenced Carlos any time he opened his mouth.

Kendall and James were too caught up in their own little world to notice Logan and Carlos trying to decipher the dynamic between them. They shared a confused look as if Logan and Carlos were the ones acting out of the ordinary without even recognizing how they were the ones arousing suspicion.

The boys eventually arrived at the grocery store where Kendall briefly left to clock in. In retrieving his uniform apron and nametag, James retreated to the restroom, and Logan and Carlos waited patiently in the parking lot. Kendall followed suit and hurried to the parking lot while tying the apron around his waist. He noticed Logan and Carlos whispering to each other in distress, almost as if they were keeping secrets.

"You guys wanna tell me what's going on?" Kendall inquired, oblivious to Logan's and Carlos' suspicions.

The two inquisitive boys cocked their brows and shared one final stoic glance before agreeing to finally speak up.

"I don't know, Kendall." Logan began, "How about you tell us what's going on!"

"Yeah!" Carlos reaffirmed with crossed arms, "We know something's up with you and James, so spill it!"

"I..." Kendall began, desperately trying to muster up any false confidence he had, "...have no idea what you're talking about!"

Logan and Carlos stared Kendall down with narrowing eyes and firm stances. They saw right through his forced grin and nervous voice—telltale signs of Kendall's dishonesty. The awkward silence and uneasy gazes began breaking Kendall's walls down. His eyes widened and his stance weakened before Logan and Carlos, alerting them of the impending truth.

"Okay, fine!" Kendall choked as he slumped over and groaned defeatedly, "There may be something going on."

Logan and Carlos looked at each other in understanding, their lips curving upward into eager grins as they leaned forward. "We're listening, " they said in unison.

Kendall gave the two an unpleased look to combat their pleading eyes and curious minds. He caved in with a grimace to preface his explanation.

"The other day James... he gave me this really expensive and personal gift," Kendall began, the slightest crack of a grin etching its way onto his face as his memories of yesterday trigger a warm and fuzzy feeling, "And I think that gift may have meant that we're supposed to go out now, but I'm not sure."

"Why would that mean you'd start dating?" Logan questioned.

"Because when he gave me the gift," Kendall continued with a nervous chuckle, "...well, he kissed me."

Logan and Carlos, while pleasantly surprised, wore very different facial expressions. Logan wore an expression of shock, silence overcoming him as he raised his brows. Carlos' jaw dropped with the outline of a cheery grin as he audibly rejoiced.

"Oh my gosh, that's so sweet!" Carlos cried, immediately sinking into the confusion of his second thoughts afterward. He leaned to the side, looking to Logan for reassurance as he spoke while keeping direct eye contact with Kendall, "That's sweet, right?"

"Yes, Carlos," Logan assured with a heavy sigh.

After a couple of congratulative grins and a brief rejoice, a vital question still remained. Logan turned to Kendall, his gaze comparatively more earnest, asking, "So what happens now?"

"I don't know," Kendall replied, "I've tried asking James about this all day, but when I try to get the words out I kinda fumble and miss my chance."

Logan and Carlos understood Kendall had a lot of difficult and confusing feelings he needed to sort through. Confronting James was no easy task and it understandably frightened Kendall. It was clear there was only one course of action to take now.

"Well, you know what you have to do, right?" Logan queried.

Kendall nodded silently, not wanting to admit he had to face his problem head-on instead of continuously avoiding it.

"Good." Logan replied, "Then it's time for some love science!"

"What?!" Kendall and Carlos cried in unison.

"You're clearly unable to confront James yourself," Logan began, "So instead of asking him, why don't we just scan his brainwaves to see if he's interested in dating you?"

Logan retrieves an EKG machine to which he's attached a makeshift helmet, a heart monitor, and several electrodes. He wears a sinister grin, the aspiring scientist in him eliciting a lapse in judgment and potential irrationality.

"How did you—?" Carlos managed to question, the shock of Logan retrieving such heavy and complex medical equipment carrying his voice before being cut off.

"No way!" Kendall refused, "Remember when you used your 'love science' to find out whether or not Carlos was crushing on Jenny Tinkler from homeroom?"

"Yeah, I had to get a metal plate installed in my head to avoid aftershock!" Carlos replied, removing his helmet and giving the side of his head a double-knock.

"Then you better make up your mind 'cause James is coming back right now," Logan informed.

"What?!?" Kendall squawked, darting his head in every direction until he located James. He panicked in due time, unsure what path to take or what words to say. Kendall stunned himself into silence while Logan and Carlos wore brave faces in his stead.

"Hey, the mirrors in that bathroom are terrible. Someone should really clean those!" James jested as he strode into view.

Kendall turned around to reveal an awkward grin matching that of the rest of the group. They stood with stiff shoulders and silent voices, arousing suspicion from James and eliciting a confused look.

"Is there something you guys wanna tell me...?" James asked awkwardly.

"Actually," Logan began as he and Carlos gave Kendall a gentle push forward, "Kendall has something he'd like to ask you."

James gave Kendall his full attention, paying no mind to the way he stammered and stuttered before managing to say anything.

"I was just wondering if you... well, erm...," Kendall began sheepishly, "I mean, only if you want to... uh..."

Logan and Carlos leaned forward, hoping to elicit some kind of coherent response as they egged him on. They gestured with their hands in hopes anything would come out.

"...get us some snacks and sodies!" Kendall proclaimed with false confidence and awkward finger guns.

"Uh, yeah, sure," James replied neutrally as he turned away to re-enter the store.

Logan and Carlos groaned defeatedly and brought their palms to their foreheads in protest. Kendall shrunk his posture and buried his face in his hands to whine his embarrassment into oblivion. This would surely be a long and uneventful afternoon.

[remyfire]

ooooohhhh Remy!!!!!!!! 🎲 for beejhawk, if the spirit so moves you???

AAAAA bless you, I was starting to wonder if just no one wanted this meme!! You get! A kiss in greeting!!

Kiss Roulette

It turns out that you can actually get used to anything in ways that you never expected could possibly be true. Hawk got used to the loudness of Boston as a resident. He got used to sleeping through bickering roommates in a little tent in Korea. He's even gotten used to the rhythm of running a medical practice again—family, something that lets him sleep easier through the night with every month that ticks by.

Honestly, the most unexpected thing that's finally become comfortable is how he feels in those rare weekends when he's in close proximity to Beej.

He never thought that could be possible. There was something about living on top of that man at the 4077th that kept Hawk an almost constant live wire. He's pretty sure that two years ago, if scientists sat them down, hooked them up to machines, and asked for Hawk to grab BJ's shirt, the frenetic energy burning his veins and making his heart pound could've probably powered the whole Boston subway system. But the distance, being on opposite sides of the country, it's...it's helped. Really. It's better for them.

Well. It's better for the sanctity of BJ's marriage, at least. Not that Hawk would've ever...not that he...

Listen, dreams need to stay in silent nights where they belong, okay? That's what really matters.

But letters are easier, thick envelopes that contain nothing but the most brotherly of affections. Phone calls, for the past year or so, have been calm, not tinged with a manic rush to fill every piece of silence, their voices sometimes completely overlapping and still somehow managing to understand everything the other was saying. And surprisingly, they've had opportunity to meet up at two separate medical conferences, and it's been fine! Better than fine! They can get dinner together and sit shoulder-to-shoulder during lectures and play poker for pennies, and Hawk can sometimes even sleep at night, knowing that BJ is only a floor or five away from him.

He cherishes this. There's...something unfathomably lovely in knowing that they have a lifelong friendship, the kind that's gonna last for the rest of their lives. One day, Hawk'll find time to date again. Maybe he'll be able to have kids after...after some more time to... Well, anyway, maybe he'll be able to go to California sometime and meet Erin for real and give Peg a nice kiss on the cheek, and maybe he'll have someone he can bring with him too, right? And it'll be nice. Better than nice.

Hawkeye is pondering all of this as he buttons his shirt after his shower at their third shared medical conference since they got back from the years he has ground down into a powder and blown out the window. He checks his chin to make sure that where he nicked himself shaving has finally stopped bleeding and isn't visibly irritated. The color of his shirt is nice on him. He's finally used to the silver in his hair, and as he flicks a lock away from his forehead, he wonders if BJ's finally succumbed to Peg's teasing and shaved his mustache, or if he's kept the dashing—

Anyway, Hawk's shirt looks good. Better than good.

There's a knock at the door and Hawkeye takes a deep breath, brushes his sleeve off, and wanders toward the door, cool as a cucumber. The moment he opens it, he grins, instantly caught in the warm rays of BJ Hunnicutt's smile. He's in about as loud of a shirt as he could get away with here as a professional, a sunny madras plaid mixed with pink and golden beams that make him think of what a sunset over California's beaches must feel like. Hawk is so overwhelmed by that platonic fondness that he laughs and reaches to pull him in for a hug.

"Hey!" Hawk exclaims just before he presses a kiss to BJ's soft mouth.

And then his heart explodes in his chest.

Hawkeye immediately pulls back with huge eyes. Stops. Breathes.

It turns out that BJ's cheeks can turn pinker than the lines on his shirt.

"Hi," BJ says very, very softly, his mouth hanging open after the word slips out.

Oh god shit fuck you've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Okay, he can fix this, actually. He's just gotta...

Hawk forces another laugh, and it might've even worked if Beej hadn't spent so many years hearing the real thing. "Wow! God, have you ever been so happy to see a pal, you just—"

BJ shoves Hawk back hard with one hand on his chest, slams the door behind him, then whips Hawkeye around by the wrist to slam back into the wall. Like a hurricane, Beej breaks forward and buries his fingers in Hawk's wet hair just before he kisses him with smoldering intent.

It turns out that you can actually get used to anything. Like the taste of your best friend's tongue. Like the sting in your scalp that makes you groan. Like the heat of tears rushing down your face from something that can only be described as bone-shaking relief.

[jules-has-notes]

You're a Mean One, Mister Grinch — VoicePlay music video

There have been many film versions of the Grinch's story over the years. But whether they've been animated or live-action, all of the more recent adaptations have included the music from the original 1966 movie narrated by Boris Karloff, and for good reason. Those songs are classics. VoicePlay reunited with Adriana to put their own twist on the title track berating the story's grumpy protagonist, and it's a heck of a good time.

Details:

title: You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch (feat. Adriana Arellano)

original performer: "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" by Thurl Ravenscroft & "Welcome Christmas" by the MGM Studio Chorus in How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1966)

written by: lyrics by Theodor "Dr. Seuss" Geisel; music by Albert Hague

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 26 November 2020

My favorite bits:

starting with a bit of gentle caroling in "Welcome Christmas"

"Well you were flat… and stinky." 😡

the swingy rhythms and jazzy harmonies they added

Geoff clearly enjoying that he got to bust out his Thurl Ravenscroft impression again

the airy flatulent sound Layne put after ♫ "really are a heel" ♫

the slow bell chord on ♫ "Griiinch" ♫ from the standing trio

Adriana putting a bit of a sneer into ♫ "You're a wild one, Mr. Grinch." ♫

such nimble riffing from J.None on ♫ "seasick crocodiiile" ♫

Geoff subtly finishing the chorus with a quiet, deep ♫ "Grinch" ♫

Eli's delicate timbre for ♫ "whistled and shouted and" ♫

their repeated prompt of ♫ "called them by name" ♫ and the silly cutaway interlude 🐶

that crisp stacatto on ♫ "You are just not very nice." ♫

Adriana nimbly switching between her chest and head registers during ♫ "heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul full of gunk" ♫

hygiene bros Eli and J declaring ♫ "You need a baaath" ♫ 🤗 (Did they keep the tub from "Sandy Claws"?)

the lovely legato harmonies on ♫ "king of sinful sounds" ♫

Layne rattling off that dialogue in… whatever accent it's supposed to be (French? Alsatian? Austrian?), and the others glancing furtively at the camera as they hold those long notes underneath

that big old belt from Geoff on ♫ "tangled up knooots" ♫ and the subsequent octave drops as he repeats ♫ "Mr. Grinch" ♫

the crunchy descending riff from the trio on their third repetition of ♫ "You're a mean ooo-o-o-o-o-ooone" ♫

the jazzy scatting as they close in on their adversary

Group hug! — particularly Layne nuzzling the Grinch's cheek as he grumbles about it lasting "too long" and being "embarrassing"

Trivia:

As is the case for most of their guest characters' dialogue, the Grinch is voiced by Eli.

The guys are committed to not revealing the identity of the performer in the Grinch costume, presumably because he also portrays the character at Universal Studios and maintaining the illusion is a contractual obligation.

All the prosthetics made for a long day of filming. While they were waiting for everyone to complete their transformations, some of the guys did a bit of modelling for the Morphstore website.

All of the Who noses, Grinch prosthetics, and makeup were provided by special effects artists Dana Bracewell, Lia Malamo, and Andy Wright from Makeup and Creative Arts. To pass the last few minutes in the chair, the Grinch performer recorded a few brief video messages that the MCA team put on their Instagram.

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The only lyrics from the original version that VoicePlay didn't include are the final verse: "You nauseate me… Mister Grinch. With a nauseous super-naus! You're a crooked jerky jocky and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Griiinch!"

This is an uncommon instance in which VP made a dedicated trailer clip rather than simply teasing footage from the final video.

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Their buddy Chris Rupp (formerly of Home Free and currently of Cypress Fyre) had come by the studio to visit while he was in town, and was suitably impressed by the lengths they go to when bringing their visions to life.

Speaking of Home Free, they released their own rendition of the song five years later with a more modern twist on the framing for their video.

Geoff donned the antler headband to perform a portion of this song in Peter Hollens's "Epic Christmas Movie Medley", which was released a few weeks later.

An excerpt of "Welcome Christmas" was part of VoicePlay's "Most of the Songs" medley that they performed at holiday shows, including their three annual residencies in Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Disney World.

The adorable carrot pin on Layne's jacket lapel during the Who segments was a piece of limited-edition merch that they released the next day.

J.None's vocal coaching colleague Tara Simon made a reaction video for this on her YouTube channel, and J went extra meta by reacting to her reaction.

Layne and his family recorded their own version of the song the following year with uncle Tony donning the title character's costume and surly attitude.

PattyCake also featured The Grinch in their 2022 holiday video parodying "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year".

[lolatulips]

What does Marie think of the patients? Are there any that she is friends with? Any she can’t stand?

"Friends" is a bit much to describe anyone Marie is seen with. Mostly, if anyone considers them to be friends with her, that's great! Lovely, even. However, the sentiment will undoubtedly be one-sided and Marie would find the implication a little funny.

Overall, Marie sees the patients as levels, as Rhythm Challenges for her to overcome with extreme perfection lest she be ousted and flung from her pedestal. So what if she has to redo their care a good 20 times? So what if they get a bad feeling whenever she appears "for the first time" that they can't completely place? It'll all get done all the same anyways.

The unfortunate part comes when said patients are so endlessly grateful to her for having saved their lives without making a single mistake. Cole wants to make her listen to so many of his debatably good songs, Nicole wants to have a smoke with her and talk about life, the Stevensons want to discuss how they got together and how they've managed to stay in love for all these years. Goodness, don't get her started on the children... Annoying little miscreants, endlessly glad she was never like them.

And yet, all of them have nothing but kind words to say about the woman despite all this... A little icy and rough on the outside, but she must care about them to listen in the way she does.

... Marie doesn't understand why any of this is, but it must be because they're hoping to get something from her. Gifts, maybe? Or maybe they're hoping that being nice will prevent her from making mistakes in any future operations. A kind of moral binding of sorts. Interesting...

As for a patient she couldn't stand, weeeelll... Ignoring Crystal because their feelings are complicated, Marie absolutely LOATHES Richard. She hates him, despises him, actively wishes to cause him harm and actively has done so. You do NOT belittle her and her accomplishments, you do NOT insult her fashion, you do NOT imply that she and her entire line of work is worth nothing while actively demanding they they provide you with aid at the same time. She has deliberately either refused to defib Richard correctly or has actively held the button down as hard as she could the entirety of the song. Of course, she still had to reset and S+ his level, but that catharsis of just doing whatever she wishes to him without consequence will forever have been worth it to her. Fucking capitalist pig...

Ahem, to summarize... Marie tolerates the presence of the grand majority of the patients. Some more than others.