#this was my fav of the bunch so here it is separate from the rest of the post

[snookienthusi4st]

HAIIII I wanted to ask for a whooooole bunch of near headcannons, all kinds (preferably without angst bc my heart can’t handle it LOL) pls and Ty <3

ty for the req!! i’ll do an sfw alphabet because i did a ton of headcannons a while back, hope you enjoy :3

near sfw alphabet

warnings: language, gn reader

no nsfw, just fluff

a(affection)

near usually shows his affection wordlessly. just in the way he takes care of you, making sure you’re asleep before he is, playing with your hair etc etc. he will tell you he loves you when the time comes but even after that, he’ll rarely say it but you can tell in the way he treats you that you’re incredibly loved :3

b(best friend)

he’d have to know you for at least a year before considering anything besides friendship. a relationship is a lot of commitment for him since he’s such a private person and does want to give anything away to the wrong person, but he softens more around you as time passes and eventually tells you how he feels.

c(cuddles?)

absolutely! he was born to be a little spoon so the easiest way to calm him down from anything is to lay him down next to you and cradle him close. he loves the feeling of having you so close and you two cuddle every night you’re together <3

d(domestic)

he’s been cared for by rester and the others for a while so he didn’t learn a ton of important skills, but he’d totally be up for settling down with you! just give him a minute, he needs to make sure he knows how to take care of you and learn how to cook

e(ending)

any reason he’d break off with his partner would probably have to do with work. he’d be professional but still remain sincere, leaving you the choice to stay close friends or to go separate ways

f(fiancée)

i feel like he’d want to be married after sometime, but i have no idea how he’d go about it. marriage is something that’s tailormade for every couple in the world so i can’t just fit it in a box yk? use your imagination; anything you want, he’ll probably end up doing

g(gentle)

he’s so soft with you, since the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you. like physically soft: when you guys kiss, his hands either hold yours or super faintly hold your cheek. there’s an emotional aspect to it too, but his gentleness is usually physical.

h(hugs)

something you’d have to give him time to warm up to, but i feel like he’d enjoy hugs. just being close to you and tucking his head into your chest would cure him of any type of stress because we all know this man has every damn right to be stressed

i(i love you)

it takes him a while, but eventually he does say he loves you. same thing i said about commitment had a play in this part too, and he just needed to be absolutely sure you were here to stay. when he finally says it, it’s a moment to be thankful for!!

j(jealousy)

unlike our fav blonde mafia member, this guy doesn’t get very insecure. if you’ve chosen to love him, then he doesn’t feel it’s something to worry about. that being said, he’ll obviously stink eye someone if they’re getting too comfortable, but nothing past that unless you initiate something. and you’re awesome and wouldn’t do that so there’s nothing to fear :3

k(kisses)

soft and careful. he doesn’t intentionally put any physical pressure on you as you kiss, opting for just holding you close instead. normally he holds one of your hands and his other hand plays with your hair, runs down your neck, snakes around your waist, endless possibilities

l(little ones)

i think he’d be exceptionally good with kids, given the way he grew up and how he got to analyze what kids wanted and didn’t want. he seems like a boy dad, and maybe he’d even break the whole successor chain but i can’t be sure :b

m(mornings)

usually he wakes up before you, given he’s a light sleeper, and just stays in bed to take in your face while you rest. if you have to be up by a certain time and it’s nearing said time, he’ll lightly poke your nose or even kiss your forehead until you start to stir.

n(nights)

unsurprisingly he gets sleepy fast, so if he’s tired and you’re still super awake, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind. once you’re both in bed, he’ll have his arms around your waist, gently holding you still as your hands card through his hair while you start to doze off.

o(open)

so if it wasn’t clear enough, this man isn’t the most open book in the world. so obviously as you two get closer, he’ll soften and open up to you more. soon as you guys become more than friends, he’ll happily tell you his real name. he’ll just advise you not to address him by it in mixed company.

p(patience)

he’s very patient but he does have his moments. those moments aren’t with you though, you’re usually the one to calm the man down

if he is impatient on something his voice will just barely raise, and you’ll be able to tell yk

q(quizzes)

would remember most everything you’ve told him that’s important, like birthdays and things. one time he got you the book inspiring your favorite movie as a birthday gift, and you almost started tearing up

r(remember)

his favorite memory with you is telling you he loves you for the first time. you guys were doing your usual morning thing and it was as soon as your eyes slowly flitted open that it hit him. he really does love you. so you two talked for a little and eventually he cuddled back up beside you and mumbled an ‘i love you,’ and it was the sweetest thing ever

s(security)

he’d go a long way to protect you, especially during kira. like he’d only want you to leave the spk building for necessities, but he wasn’t holding you hostage. you’re still a free spirit to him, he’s just scared of losing you because of how much you mean to him.

t(try)

he’d put a fair amount of effort into making sure you feel loved and cared for, the best he knows how. whether it’s physically or emotionally, he wants you to know he’s here for you

u(ugly)

i think one slightly bad habit of his is maybe his constant seriousness. it’s not like a bad habit but i can’t really think of much

v(vanity)

he’s not super concerned with his looks, he knows you love him the way he is and that’s all he needs. he’ll happily let you braid his hair if you want to though, you just love playing with it like it’s so pretty

w(whole)

as your relationship and bond deepens, you slowly begin to grow a bigger piece in his puzzle. after a while i do think he wouldn’t feel whole without you, which is why he’s so protective of you

x(exes?)

i’d be baffled if he even has any, but he doesn’t bring them up if he does. you’re who’s important to him now, and you’re the only one who matters.

y(yuck)

something he wouldn’t like in a partner is being abrasive or being someone that doesn’t think or plan intelligently. we saw his interactions with light, yes? but besides that, he’s open to anything. maybe he’s not the fondest of loud people, but if you’re that important to him, he’ll js tell you to keep it down lmao

z(zzz)

this guy can cat nap like a champion, he’s just a heavy sleeper. could probably sleep on command if you asked, we all know this man is tired

[n04hfiction]

hello:)! this is for the shipping post :D! i hope u have a good rest of ur day !! My name is genesis, but my friends call me gen 😽!! I am mexican American and my mother tongue is spanish:). I am the youngest out of 5 kids.

4 my physical appearance : I have straight brown hair, big green eyes, pale skin,and a shit ton of freckles! I also wear glasses. I have curtain bangs as well👍🏻. I do have muscles but its the most visible on my arms tho 😽 i am 5’1 .

4 my style: Most of my clothes are hand me downs from my siblings🤧 so i dont really know. I usually wear at my house is a tank top and some men shorts. When i’m going out i wear cargo pants/jeans/shorts and a random t-shirt/tank top. When its cold i wear my brothers clothes 😭😭Like some black jeans , a random hoodie , and a puffer jacket and a beanie. When i have special events i wear 2000s type dresses and a pair of my sisters heels. My friends say my aesthetic is kinda of the spiderman in the spider verse? Yeah kinda like that so idk 🤷‍♀️. But i have a pair of green nikey shoes my mom gave me. And those were the first shoes my mom gave me that were new 😭😭so those r the shoes i wear. I wear a gold dog pendant (like the rectangle ones) That has the date of when my dad passed away. I wear that all the time c: 

4 hobbies : I LOVE DRVING SO MUCH :DD !! I saved moved a lot of money and after a few pay checks from working, I got my first car 😸!! I love listening to music! Tupac,kaili uchis, winsin y yandel, joji, steve lacy are my current favs <3. I like drawing once in a while 2 :]. But driving is so much fun i luv it

4 personality : I am a pisces and extroverted! My friend says i’m kind and funny. My mom said that i am a “young dumb person with a smart mind and a lot like ur dad”😟. My 2 sisters say that i’m a “very forgiving person, and playful, but I need to think abt stuff more instead of being impulsive.” My 2 brother says that i’m “funny , smart, loyal but u have a temper”. My love language is quality time and acts of service :). Also being annoying 😭 like if i hug someone , i am gonna tickle them until it hurts, or if ur taking a nap , im gonna come in and blast daddy yankee and wake u up, Or ur sitting on the couch , i’ll go sit in ur lap and get comfy 🤧🤧

i ship you with sapnap!!

sapnap will take your glasses and either hide them or put them on his face and refuse to take them off XD he lowkey loves doing it, especially if you can’t see that well without them, cuz he’s a little shit most of the time, but it’s all in good fun

he also loves that your style is just a mix of your siblings hand-me-downs, because he loves to throw his clothes at you and saying, “here, hand-me-downs” he also loves buying matching clothes as well as sharing clothes. sometimes when going through your closet he’ll find a bunch of clothes he forgot he gave to you XD

and in one of my previous sapnap posts i mentioned that sapnap is a passenger princess who loves to scream to his fav songs as loud as possible xD so that definitely applies. your guy’s drives are usually late night ones. so i can imagine when the windows are rolled down and it’s hella late he’ll scream his favorite songs pretty obnoxiously lmfao some bystanders get kind of annoyed lmfao

he loves your kind and cherishing personality, but he thinks your (supposed) temper is funny XD he does enjoy teasing you for it ajsjsjnsns

and he is def the kind of person who loves to exist separately if that makes sense, like be in the same room doing different tasks, and he loves doing simply things for you. especially cooking

[tonetagh8r]

@chaosmenu thank u so much for asking... little disclaimer i am not a perfect source for this BUT i do watch and read a bunch and my dad also loves airplanes so i get stuff from him as well :3

the SR-71 blackbird is part of the blackbird family of planes from Lockheed Skunkworks, including its predecessors the YF-12A and the A-12. its my fav plane and we have one at the museum of flight here! so its such a cool experience being able to see how massive it is up close and being able to see the insides of its engines and everything... i should go back soon

OK heres the cool stuff :3

so the SR-71 is a really fast plane. it can cruise at mach 3.2, so the engines of the plane (more the inlets of the plane that brought oxygen to the engines to ignite and all that) where designed to be able to move around!

so for when its going subsonic, the spike (green things in the diagram!) would be fully pushed flush against the rest of the thing, and air would flow in through separate vents on the side. 👍 but when it would go supersonic (1.6) (also idk if supersonic is the right word i just like saying supersonic), the spike would move inwards and allow greater airflow into the engines of the plane, which is used in some fighter jets as well.

the increased airflow also allows for it to fly super super high :3 the SR in SR-71 stands for surveillance/reconnaissance, and it was rlly used during the Cold War to. well. do surveillance and recon. so being able to fly super high and super fast was really important. it also carried. a shitton of fuel. the way the fuel was held was that it was directly filled into the body of the plane to have the most space used for fuel, so there wasnt a specific tank for fuel it was kinda just built into the body of it. and planes (esp really fast ones) tend to shrink and grow when they are in flight (for example, the Concorde, the first and only supersonic commercial jet would grow and shrink a couple of inches during flight) so it was quite common for fuel to leak out of the plane onto the runway when taking off.

the fuel and the engines are actually also related, because the type of fuel that the SR-71 used was a little difficult to ignite and had to be injected with a special thing and also with air to get its engines to start. it also took off with a partial load of fuel, and would later do an aerial refueling for long haul flights

pretty cool! aerial refuelings are really cool to me... super awesome

and yeah! like i mentioned, its predecessors the YF-12A and the A-12 helped bring the SR-71 to what it is today! the A-12 was the basis for the SR-71's shape, and it originally was supposed to be a bomber before it shifted to become a recon aircraft :3

and YESS YES it is the specialist beast in the world. really a creature of all time... this thing is bigger than a quetzalcoatl and looks like planaria flatworm.

beast of forever and all time

i got most of this information from the museum of flight, this really helpful and interesting video!! he explains things a lot better than i can 💔, and the wikipedia page if you ever wanna look into them more :3

theres also a book about skunkworks and kelly johnson! its just called skunk works and im abt halfway through it, but its a super interesting read def worth checking out

heres the SR-71 at the museum of flight! its in the aviation pavilion theres tons of planes in there from all diff time periods of aviation !! super cool

they even have a recreation of the cockpit you can sit in! they also have an f-18 cockpit recreation nearby, its super cool

[pixelcrimes]

by the way

[writefasttalkevenfaster]

Aaron Hotchner / Tell Me to Stop

Request: "The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here" + "The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing."

Word Count: 5,188

Warnings: Fluff, angst, some violence (its criminal minds, what do you expect), me having way too much fun with one of my fav tropes

“Sorry you got stuck with the short end of the stick,” Hotch intones, the two of you carrying your go-bags into the small motel you were now stranded in. The team had flown down to this small town in the middle of nowhere – with one hotel in the nearby vicinity. Unfortunately, being the only hotel did not mean superior technology - they had double booked two rooms. Which meant, two members had to be put up at a nearby motel – and lucky you, you both had drawn the short straws. 

“Short end?” you smile up at Hotch, who looks as unruffled as ever, “Did you see the first hotel?” He snorts in reply, “Pretty sure I saw fifteen health code violations walking past the threshold.” 

“And this is any better?” you shrug, looking around – it was a small motel: rundown, not well lit (you wondered if that for the more discreet clientele or because they couldn’t be bothered to change the lightbulbs out), and even the bell Hotch dinged at the counter was all but rusted over completely. 

“Well, it’s not the outdoors in the middle of winter. So, I’ll take it,” his lips quirked upwards, and you couldn’t help but stare a moment – his smiles were few and far between these days, especially after Haley. Any smile you could pry from him was something you cherished, even though you would never admit it. 

“Room for two?” you jumped, not noticing the woman who appeared at the counter now. Her sleeves of her flannel shirt were rolled up, despite the cold, and her straw like hair framed her face, grinning too widely at the two of you. 

Hotch seemed unfazed, “Two rooms actually. We were sent over here by the Creswell Hotel in town. They said you would accommodate us.” 

“Yes, yes,” she flipped through some charts, “Unfortunately one of the rooms we had for you was just taken.” 

“You booked the room you were holding for us?” you repeated, and she looked up from her list, tilting her head. 

“Did you expect me to hold it forever, my dear?” 

You stared, voice rising with every word, “It’s only been twenty minutes since we left-”

“We’ll take the one room, thank you,” Hotch interjected, taking the key from the woman, and steering you away from the counter, “Sorry, I just didn’t want our other room to magically get booked.” 

“Yeah, no, you’re right,” you shook your head, “sorry. I just can’t believe her. This is ridiculous.” 

“Better than sleeping outside right?” you rolled your eyes at that, as the woman waved you over to your room. And that’s when it dawned on you. 

You were going to be sharing a room with Hotch. She unlocked the room for you, handing Hotch the key, before flicking on the light. 

Both your eyes fell on the bed. Bed. Singular. 

There was one bed. 

~~~

The conversation with the manager went as well as the first one did. There was nothing she could do. Of course, you thought, staring into your go-bag, of course you would end up sharing a hotel room with your boss. 

“Do you mind if I shower first?” your head snapped up, and you shook your head, “Look, I know this is…uncomfortable, but it’s just a few nights. Obviously I’ll take the floor-”

“Hotch, I can take the floor-”

He shook his head, a wry smile pulling at his lips, “You take the bed,” and he adds, “that’s an order.” 

“Also,” you call after him, “can we not tell the team about our…living arrangement?” 

He quirks a brow, throwing his towel over his shoulder, “Morgan and Garcia don’t need to know about this.” 

“Thank you,” he closes the door behind him, and after a minute or two, you hear the shower start to run. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your teeth bared down on your lip, remembering how much Garcia had teased you as you waited for the cab to take you to the motel. 

“Come on, Y/N, we all know that you and Hotch-”

“Are co-workers, nothing more,” you hissed, pulling her aside, “There’s nothing between us. We’re just friends-”

“Friends who spend late nights at the office? Friends who stare at each other far too often? Come on, Y/N, you have worked here less time than most of the team and you have spent more weekends with him and Jack then the rest of us.” 

“I-“ You sighed, holding your head, “I don’t want to push him into something he’s not ready for Penelope,” 

She put her hands on her hips, “How is he supposed to know what he’s ready for when he doesn’t even know you’re an option?” 

Her words continued to ring in your ears. You walked the length of the room – which was about 6 strides before you had to turn back around again. Your boss was currently showering, one door separating the two of you. Heat burned a trail down your cheeks, warming your neck. 

Screw showering. You needed to go to sleep. You had to do something other than think about the words burning on your chest, ready to spring from your lips. The windows rattled, and you shivered, rubbing your sides as you knelt besides the radiator. Your fingers grazed the metal – it was barely warm. You turned the knobs, trying to get the heat going, until – 

“What are you doing?” You jumped, the knob coming off in your hand. 

Shit. 

~~

Your shower lasted far too long – but it was needed to wash away the sense of dread you felt. Unfortunately, as you turned the water off and stepped out, it was immediately replaced by nerves. You pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You had opted not to wash your hair, knowing your odds of drying your hair would be slim to none, and you would rather not add a hospital trip to top off this wonderful night. You paused before the door, heaving a heavy sigh, before opening it. 

You found Hotch not sleeping, but toying with the radiator, “You didn’t tell me you went to radiator repair school in between law school and the FBI.” 

He shook his head, sighing, “I didn’t, but I’m starting to wonder if that would have more useful than my law degree.” 

You shivered again, and it wasn’t just the shower – it had gotten colder in here and it would only get colder throughout the night. You glanced at the barebones set up that Hotch was going to calling a bed tonight, and back at him. 

You caught his eye and he cut you off, “You’re not sleeping on the floor, Y/N,” 

“Hotch-” 

“It’s just one night, I can-”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that I sleep on the floor,” your cheeks burned, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I was going to say we both sleep on the bed.” He opened and closed his mouth, jaw set as he seemed to consider it, “We’re both adults. We’re friends.” 

You sat on the bed, arms crossed, and he tilted his head, “And you’re fine with this?” 

You gave a soft chuckle, “I suggested it, so yes.” 

He sighed, “But-“ 

“Hotch,” you pulled yourself under the covers, “Get over here, it’s freezing.” 

You tried to pay no mind as he slid into bed beside you, ever so careful – like everything he did. You noticed his hair was still damp from his shower, the smell of his shampoo strong – was it mint? 

You shook yourself from these thoughts, turning from him to face the edge of the bed, “Good night.” 

“Good night.” 

You thought the end of it, but it wasn’t. 

You couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how much you intimidated the act. Eyes closed, breaths even, snuggled in the corner of the bed, and yet…the Sandman denied you. You needed to sleep, at least for a few hours for tomorrow. A lack of sleep led to mistakes which could led to a life lost. And yet, you knew every second that passed as you thought about this was another second you weren’t sleeping. And finally, you narrowed the problem down to two things – one, your boss sleeping next to you and the fact you fell asleep sleeping the other way, which would entail facing him. 

You couldn’t tell if Hotch was sleeping. He hadn’t moved much since he settled in. Was he pretending like you? The windows rattled again and a cold breeze made its way through the thin glass, and through your thin blanket. 

Fuck it. It was cold and you were tired. You turned around, eyes still very much shut, but curiosity pulled at your eyelids to just peek.

But you didn’t have to. 

“Still awake?” your eyes opened to find a pair of brown ones staring back at you. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, “despite my best efforts.”

“Is something on your mind?” 

“Not really,” besides not being able to sleep with you lying beside me, “How about you?” 

“You know, I’ve spent a lot of time with you, and I still can’t figure out if you’re lying or not,” his brow raised, you bit back a smile, “You can’t always brush aside your own thoughts.” 

“I can try,” you relent when he frowns, “Hotch, I can’t.” 

“Why can’t you? I’ve told you things I haven’t told anyone,” he admits, “things about Jack, about Haley. I want to be that for you too.” You stay silent, eyes staring at his pillow rather than him, “Unless you don’t trust me?” 

“I do,” you sit up, allowing the blanket to bunch by your legs, and he follows suit, leaning on one hand. “Too much. That’s the problem.”

  You lift your eyes to his, and you find him staring, his gaze heavy with the same emotions – fear, hesitance, and something else – something warmer. 

Would it be so bad? You thought, would it be so bad to give yourself the one thing, the one person would’ve wanted so long, and allow yourself to have it? He dared closer, his breath against your lips, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, and I’ll sleep on the floor, and I’ll never try this again,” he whispers, so quietly, and it breaks your heart. It exudes of the hesitance, the desire, the brushes neither of you spoke of, the lingering looks, the simple domestic routine the two you adopted without a second glance, and the fear – the fear you would both lose it all. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his again. And you are enamored – in how he feels so soft against your lips, in the warmth of his hand cupping your face, and the quiet whisper of your name on his lips when you part for a breath, “Hotch- Aaron, I-”

He draws away to look at you, and you shake your hand, fingers at the back of his head, carding through his hair, “I’ve just wanted this for so long,” 

“I have too,” he admits, teeth brushing against his bottom lip, “I just never-” 

“Wanted to hurt you,” you finish with a small laugh, “Garcia was right, we are both idiots.” 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead, “At least we learned,” you lean up to catch his lips in another kiss, and he returns it – his hands daring lower now, as you lean back into the plush of the bed. His lips leave yours, trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, “and I’ll never make the same mistake again.” 

~~

Your eyes open at the sound of your phone ringing, and you almost believe your in your own bed, until you feel someone shift beside you, and you hear his voice, “Hotchner,” 

So, it wasn’t your phone. You blink sleep away from your eyes, and see him sitting in the bed beside you, “We’ll be right there.” 

His forehead furrowed, and eyes dark, though his gaze softens when he sees you staring, “We have to go. They found another body.” 

You sit up, pressing a small kiss to his lips, rolling your thumb to smooth his creased brow, “Let’s go.”

But he stops you, “About last night,” and your heart tightens at his expression, was it over that quickly? “I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done around you, so I’m going to have you work with Reid and help him nail down the geographic profile.” 

Your worry dissipates, and your frown quickly grows into a grin, “Think I’ll be a distraction?” You sit up on your knees, attempting your best doe-eyed expression, and he smiles. 

“You already were,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “it’s just for now. While we both get used to it.” 

You drape your hands around his shoulders, pressing your foreheads together, “I know, and you better get used to it. Because I’m not going anywhere.” 

~~~

You were working with Reid to put together a geographic profile, staring at the map pinned to the board in front of you. Reid had placed markers on the various places that the bodies had been discovered, along with abduction sites, looking for some sort of comfortable radius. Your brow scrunched in thought, you didn’t notice Garcia until she tapped your shoulder. 

“Penelope, did you find something to help-”

“No, no, but they had to reset the internet in this place for the fiftieth time because this place doesn’t know Google Fiber from the fiber they eat at breakfast,” she waved you off, her painted lips curled in a mischievous grin as she pulled you aside not so subtly, asking much too loud, “How did it go last night?” 

You were luckily expecting to be grilled by her, either sometime during this trip or on the plane ride back, “Nothing happened last night because we’re professionals on a case,” you rolled your eyes, “and because we’re just friends.” You added. 

“Come on, I know something must have happened – Hotch always works with you in the field on these types of cases, and suddenly, you’re with Reid?” Reid looks up from the board, slightly affronted, “No offense baby boy.” 

“Garcia, please,” you sighed, checking your phone, “The Wi-Fi’s back on, you should get back to work.” She protests, but you shake your head, “Unless you want me to tell the boss?” 

She pouts, but relents, “I will get you to tell me what happened last night. Mark my words.” 

You sigh, shutting the door behind her, turning back to the board, when you feel Reid look, “Got something to say?” 

“It’s just interesting,” 

You look over, and he bites his lip, “What is?” 

“That you said you were professionals and then added you were friends,” Reid says, flipping through a case file, “almost like being friends was an afterthought, or that you’re something more. I just figured something out about the case.” 

Your mouth hangs open as he puts the phone on speaker, and you hear Hotch’s voice ring out, “What did you find?”  

Your head snaps up as you look from Reid to the phone, “He’s stalking the women in a pattern – it seems random, but when you-”

“Spence,” you cut him off gently, “I trust you, but where is he going to hit next?” 

Reid’s eyes fly over the map, “The north end, the area that his second victim was taken.” 

You hear Hotch give orders out to the local police and agents, “Both of you stay at the precinct and help Rossi deliver the profile.” 

Rossi arrived shortly after, “We are looking for a man in his late 30s to early 40s,” 

“A veteran, a man who’s seen the horrors of war and has remained untreated for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,” Reid continued to the on-looking officers, who stood with either their brows furrowed or furiously scribbling notes, “This may be because of lack of access to resources from the V.A. or a refusal of treatment.” 

“He is suffering from a psychotic break,” you intoned, pointing to the map and the scattered points concentrated in a southern part of the map, “he’s seeking his victims out in these areas that he is familiar with. We believed at first it was because he grew up in the area, but we no longer think that’s the case—” 

“Why?” a man you recognized as a lieutenant pipe up, his stern face looking thoroughly unimpressed, his arms crossed, and eyebrows raised. He was just looking for an opportunity to undermine you, wasn’t he? 

“Because,” you kept your tone carefully even, the last thing you needed to garner animosity amongst all these officers – the team was only there by there by their good graces, “someone who grew up in the area wouldn’t have ventured into this territory-“ you pointed to a section of woods to the west, “where bears often hibernate.” 

He said nothing, and Rossi then continued, finishing up the profile, “We advise being cautious around this man, he is overwhelmed by his delusions and is extremely dangerous.” 

“Unless it’s one of you?” the Lieutenant scoffed, muttering under his breath, “you just want the credit—” 

“It isn’t about credit,” you snapped, “we are trying to stop a man from hurting more innocent people. The exact reason why we are all here, Lieutenant. Or did you forget?” 

His face turned several shades of both red and purple, lips twisted in an ugly scowl that made his eyes bug out, and he stomped away towards his captain’s office. The sergeant cleared his throat, “Dismissed, get to work,” he crossed the bullpen as the chatter resumed, flashing you an apologetic look. 

“You didn’t need to add the ‘did you forget?’” Rossi sighed, shaking his head. 

“It was a reasonable question,” Reid started, before Rossi cut him off with a look. 

“You’re going to have to talk to Hotch about this,” Rossi glanced at the lieutenant and captain barely visible through the captain’s parted blinds, “Or they will.” 

~~

“You what?” It had been a few hours, and still, the team had come up with nothing. Every time they got close, the unsub seemed to slip away – and now he knew the police were closing in on him. And now, he had resorted to guerilla tactics to hide out. The team’s only chance to catch him is when he will resurface for another target. 

But that wasn’t your most pressing concern at the moment. 

Instead it was your boss, standing on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, and brow thoroughly furrowed – though now you appreciated how much the suit did for the intimidation factor, because Hotch glaring at you in a t-shirt and boxers as opposed to his suit? Very much not the same thing. Although…difficult in other ways. 

“I snapped at the lieutenant during the profile,” you keep eye contact with him, despite the growing need to look away from the mix of both anger and disappointment in his gaze, “we’re here to catch a murderer, and he was acting like it was-“ 

“A turf war? That’s because it is,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his brow, “You know we are only allowed to come to these places—”  

“Yes, on good graces of these cops-” You scoff. 

“They are officers,” he corrected you, his voice tight, “This is their community. I understand it’s frustrating to be undermined, but—” 

“No, you wouldn’t understand,” you said quietly, a quiet chuckle lodged in the back of your throat. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

You turn away, holding your head, the ghost of a pressing headache on the horizon, “I’m a woman, I’m periodically underestimated just by my very existence – just by how I choose to define my gender and how society deems to view me. You, on the other hand, are an older white man – you can only fail up,” his lips were a tight frown, “So yes, I told that man the focus of our job is to catch bad guys because it was the truth.” 

“It is,” Hotch said slowly, rounding the bed, hands raised, “But it’s not for us. Our job is to help them do their job, and we can’t do that if they stop calling us.” 

“I know,” you cross your arms, “I know, I just—” 

“Just what?” his arm slowly wraps around you, “what’s bothering you?” 

Your fingers brush against his cheek, tracing his jaw, “This,” your fingers run across his lips, and he presses a kiss to the pads of them, “This will just be another reason for other people to underestimate me. Another reason to pass me over for a promotion. Another reason to—"

“I understand if you don’t want to do this,” he swallows, “I always did. I never want to hurt you or your career.” 

“I know,” your lips press against his, “and that’s what makes it harder. Even though we shouldn’t,” another kiss, this time against his pulse point, “even though it’s probably wrong,” your lips grow more insistent now, his hands snaking lower and lower, “even though this is risking both our careers.” 

And you pause, pressing your forehead to his, “But we shouldn’t,” his hands fell away, and you shook your head, the absence of his warmth making you shiver. 

“We shouldn’t.” 

He slept on the floor. It was somehow harder to sleep without him than it was with him. Probably because you knew what it felt like to sleep beside him. You hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring at his back as he quietly slept, wondering how you had come so close and gone so far in such a short amount of time. 

It made your head spin. How could things change so quickly? 

But anything could change – even in a single moment. 

And it did. 

~~~~

“We should pull her out,” Hotch watched your cam, as you hiked up the trail that yoy, Garcia, and Reid had pinpointed as one of two trails he could be hunting at, “she’s gone too far.” 

“She can handle herself, Hotch,” Morgan intoned, arms crossed, “she’s got this.” 

He kept his face in a careful mask, his mind was caught in a carefully concocted storm, and he could barely keep the walls up, “Ten more minutes,” he finally said. And it wasn’t a question – but an order. 

But ten more minutes was all he needed. 

Out of nowhere, he had you on the ground, knocked over the head – dragging you to where he kept his victims – including the one he still had. He kept each of his victims for shorter and shorter amounts of times. But he always got rid of them in the same way – he would grab another before he disposed of the other. 

“Go, now,” Hotch said, before grabbing a vest, “And I’m coming too.”

~~~

You groaned; a soft noise pulled from the back of your throat. Damn bastard got the jump on you – although that was the point. Were you dead? But the ringing of your ears and the distinct screaming ache in your head told you that you most assuredly were not – death wouldn’t hurt this much. 

“Are you okay?” a small voice asked, and you blinked, eyelids feeling heavier than the sky carried by Atlas, a titan with the weight of the world on his back – how wholly ironic, that’s how you always felt. And your shoulders ached just like his must have, but – the chains clanged above you – his pain wasn’t from being chained to a wall. “Hey, are you okay?” 

Finally, your vision relented a few degrees of blurriness, allowing you to lift and turn your head – a woman chained the same way you were presumably – arms strung up high, joined by two cuffs looped around a chain that was hammered into a rocky wall of a cave. 

“Yeah,” your head disagreed, screeching with every thought you had, “well not great,” your eyes squint in the darkness, looking for dancing shadows in the pitch black, “he isn’t…here is he?” 

“No, you’ll know when he’s here – the smallest noise makes an echo,” she says, and she’s right – you can hear the tiniest of waterdrops plink against the stalagmites, “I think he’s going to kill me when he comes back.” 

Her voice is raw, the terror quavering in her words, and you wonder – what he had done to her? Each victim had been tortured in different ways from the military – somewhere waterboarded, others were cut and bleed, others were beaten. Whatever it was – she spent the majority of the time screaming. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you grit your teeth, trying to strain against the restraints, “my team is on their way, I’m an FBI agent.” 

There’s a growl that emanates from the darkness, and then a roar, “WHO SENT YOU?” 

The unsub charges forward, wild eyed and bleary, holding a shotgun to your neck, as the victim sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He made me-“ 

“SHUT UP,” he ripped apart your clothes until he found the camera and your GPS tracker, crushing it under his boot, “Now,” he pressed the barrel to your chin, “Who. Sent. You?” 

~~~~

I took you for granted. That’s the first and only thought he has when he hears a gunshot ring out in the bowels of the cave, echoing with the hideous squelch of blood. A scream rings out, along with the sound of sobbing, following the shot with disturbing synchrony – a symphony of his worst nightmares.  

He doesn’t remember much. He remembers running, the sounds of Morgan and JJ yelling for him, and small whimpers that sounded against the rocky crags. And he found you – covered in blood, the scarlet dripping running down your arms and a splash across your face. The unsub was on the ground, unconscious, in a pool of his own blood, as the woman beside you cried. 

Morgan and JJ undid her restraints, while Hotch checked you over, his hands patting the length of your body for injuries, “Are you okay? What—”  Your clothes were ripped up, the blood dripping across your chest. He pulls off his windbreaker and drapes it over your shoulders. 

“He found out I was an agent, but he thought I was a Russian agent,” you shook your head, “he thinks he’s a soldier in the cold war. He had us chained to the wall. He was going to shoot me, but I managed to convince him that I was part of the same covert unit he believed he was in. He undid my chain and that’s when I went for his gun. He fired it and it caught him by the shoulder. He fell over from the recoil and knocked himself out.” 

He frowned at the blood, that covered your body, “Then what—” 

“Pig’s blood,” you wrinkled your nose, “He was going to cover me in it and then—” you cut yourself off, “either way, I’m okay.” 

“I—” he cuts off, when Morgan and JJ call you guys out, “we’ll talk after.” 

He watches you as the paramedic does a basic check-up, “Have you told her how you feel?” 

He blinks, looking over to see Dave with a raised brow, “Yes, I have,” 

Dave breaks out in a grin, “It’s about time—” 

“We decided we shouldn’t be together, Dave,” he shakes his head. 

“Aaron—” 

“What will people say?” Hotch cuts him off, “about her? What will happen to her career—” 

“You can’t control everything, Aaron. Neither of you will know what will happen if you date, but both of you know what will happen if you don’t—” Hotch tilts his head, as Dave sighs, holding forehead, “You’ll both be miserable. You make each other happy. She makes Jack happy. You don’t get that very often in life, Aaron. Take it when you get it.” 

Dave nods, before walking towards the car, and Hotch takes one last look at you, wrapping up with the paramedic, before following him. 

He knew what he had to do. 

~~~

As you step off the plane and make your way into the office, you shake the events of the day off, “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Morgan squeezes you in a one armed hug, before Garcia crushes you in a full one, “whoa, whoa baby girl, easy, she just got patched up and now you’re already trying to break her in two.” 

“I was just so worried,” Garcia stepped back, “are you sure you’re gonna be okay getting home?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” She squeezes your hand one last time. 

“Call me if you need anything,” she says, walking towards the elevator door with Morgan, Reid, and JJ. 

“You know it’s actually possible to split someone in two with just human sheer force?” you hear Reid say before the doors close. 

“Reid, I didn’t need you to tell me that,” 

You finish grabbing your stuff, heading towards the elevators, when Hotch calls your name, “Can I see you in my office for a second?” 

You nod, following him to his office, heart in your throat. 

He shuts the door behind you, and he just stares. 

You tilt your head, shifting in place, unsure whether to sit or not, “Are you okay?” 

He shakes himself from his stupor, “I should be asking you that,” he takes careful steps towards you, “I almost lost you today, I—” 

“Aaron, you didn’t lose me,” you hold yourself back, from finding his hand, from cradling his cheek against your palm, instead keeping your arms crossed against your chest, “you could never lose me.”

“I already did,” he breathes, and instead his hand found your cheek, and his hand found your fingers, pulling them from your chest, “when I didn’t fight for us.” 

“Aaron—” 

“Tell me to stop,” Hotch tells you, fingers brushing gently over the curve of your face, “tell me to stop loving you, but I can’t. I’ve tried. I don’t think I ever will.” 

“Our jobs—” 

“We can talk to Strauss, together, we can figure this out. After almost losing you – something happened to you and we never—” he cuts himself off, clearing his throat, “You are taking a bigger risk than I am I know, I know you are,” his voice is strangled, “and I never want to pressure you into something you don’t want, but I’m telling you where I stand.” 

“Aaron,” 

“You don’t have to respond,” and you smile, fingers intertwined with his. 

“Oh, but I have to,” and you press your lips to his, “because I love you, and I never want to lose you.” 

He kisses you then, arms wrapping around your waist, as one of yours found purchase on his shoulder, the other fisted in his hair. His chuckle rumbles against your lips, “Sorry you got stuck with the short end of the stick,” 

You laugh, shaking your head, “It’s never the short end if I’m with you.” 

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I’m so happy seeing someone on here give positions the respect it deserved as an album!!! U have no idea!! My fav currently is safety net, so that with Steve 🥺🤝

Aw thank you, hun! And thank you for the request! I’m so sorry it took long, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy, happy reading!🥰💛

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safety net

*takes place in like early Avengers. Like First Avenger - Avengers* I’m not sure what this is, but I tried:)

You know you're really something, yeah

How we get here so damn fast?

Only you can tell me that

Baby, 'cause you know I'm coming back

You're making me forget my past

Never thought I’d feel like that again

I came to peace with my path

Now you got me off track

From waking up in the 21st century to becoming the Captain of the Avengers. Steve Rogers felt like time was moving through him. He was just a second on the clock while it continued to tick on to the next second, to a minute, and to an hour. Steve felt lost waking up in the new century. He didn’t know what the world was anymore. From someone who felt as if he had the world in his hands, now he was just a loner in a time he didn’t belong to.

He had no one. There wasn’t anyone in Brooklyn who he recognized. Not the man who worked at the deli, no newsie yelling out the new headline of the paper, not even one of those bullies who’d beat him up in the alleys. There was no Bucky. No sign of Peggy. Just a bunch of giant televisions hung on the buildings of New York and people with their eyes casted upon their phones.

Then he met you. Agent (y/n) of SHIELD. He recognized you as one of the many agents he bumped into when running out of HQ when he first woke up in NY. He officially met you when Fury introduced you to him.

“Captain Rogers, meet Agent (y/n), she’ll be helping you adjust to the 21st century.” Fury stood between you and Steve. While you had a comforting smile on your face, a hesitant expression was on the super soldier’s face.

“Captain Rogers, it’s an honor to meet you.” You stuck your hand out to him for a shake. Steve took your hand a few seconds after staring at it, nodding at you.

“I understand that everything seems confusing and you must be feeling so many emotions right now. But I hope you’ll allow me to help you adjust to the new world. We don’t have to rush into things, we can move at your pace. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You spoke with such gentleness. For a moment, Steve forgot about the whole situation he was in. All he could thing about during that moment was how comforting your presence was and how safe it made him feel. Maybe a bit too safe.

Though he was timid, unresponsive, and hard to understand, you still stuck around to help him. Not once did you give up on him or missed a day of your sessions together. You were patient with him, even if he would raise his voice in frustration or just look off into space. You were kind and caring. You made sure he was eating well and that his fridge was well stocked whenever you came around. You were too good to him even though he was a complete dick to you.

Steve knew he was acting like a dick, it was a defense mechanism. His walls were built up to the skies, too scared to let anyone in, especially in the new world. But you were persistent. You didn’t let him knock you down with his childish behavior and hard glares. The day he apologized for his actions felt like some weight was taken off his shoulders. He hated being mean to you, you didn’t deserve it. Besides you were only doing your job.

After his apology, your sessions went smoother and Steve was actually learning things about the new world. From modern technology, terminology, pop culture, and operating daily appliances, you’ve basically taught Steve the basics of modern life. The more time you both spent together the more you’ve invaded his thoughts. When you left after sessions, he would reminisce about the light blush upon your cheeks, the way your lips moved when you talked, and how your eyes would connect with his. Sometimes he wondered how your lips would feel against his as he drew you in the brown sketchbook you’ve gifted him.

You were like Advil, you took away the pain and thoughts that racked his brain everyday and when he laid awake in his bed at night. He spent most of his time thinking about the past but when you were around you brought him to now. The world that he was in now. Sure, there was no Bucky or Peggy, but he had you. With you, the 21st century didn’t seem that bad.

I've never been this scared before

Feelings I just can't ignore

Don't know if I should fight or fly

But I don't mind

His feelings for you confused him as much as washing machines did. They just had too many buttons, what was the point of all of them? You could press any of them and they’d all wash your clothes, it’s the same result.

Steve wasn’t sure if he should fear his feelings for you or to follow them. The last time he felt this infatuated with a woman was with Peggy. And seeing how things ended up with Peggy, things weren’t so clear for you as well. Steve wasn’t sure if he was ready for a relationship. From having to adjust to the new world, to SHIELD, and being stuck on the past, Steve had a lot on his plate.

He was scared to break his walls down and let you in. He wanted you to be in his life but he was scared of having to face even more change. Steve tried to ignore his feelings for you, but he wasn’t too good at that either. When he ignored his feelings, you’d still find a way to crawl into his thoughts. Which led to him being frustrated at himself.

“Why do you have that look on your face, Steve?” You looked at him curiously, as you sat across from him. The two of you were in his dining room drinking some coffee that Steve successfully brewed.

“What look.” He gruffed out as he stirred his coffee.

“You’ve been glaring down at your coffee for the past few minutes.” You pointed out before taking a sip from your cup. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

“I think you’re an amazing gal and I adore you. And I can’t get you out of my damn head. I don’t know how to think straight without you being present in my mind.” Was what Steve wanted to say. He mentally screamed at himself for wanting to admit such a thing. Instead he ignored his stupid thoughts and tried to avoid your question.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, (y/n).” Steve shook his head as he sent you a small smile.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Steve there’s obviously something going on on in your head, I’m not forcing you to tell me. But sometimes it’s nice to voice your thoughts, it helps, trust me.” Your hand glides across the table as it settled above his. The warmth from your palm made him feel safe, it was comforting, like a blanket.  

“You don’t need to always keep everything to yourself, Steve. There’s people who are willing to help you and listen, You don’t need to do everything on your own.” Steve feels his hearts race as your hand squeezes his own.

“Doing everything alone is all I know. I mean I’ve always had Bucky, but I just, I’ve always faced things on my own.” Steve explained, the pain could be heard in his voice as he spoke about the past and Bucky.

You nodded understandingly, “I know, Steve. It’s just— If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here for you.”

Mmm

Tripping, falling, with no safety net

Boy, it must be something that you said

Is it real this time or is it in my head?

Got me tripping, falling, with no safety net

Steve allowed himself to be embraced by you. After losing the battle of debating his feelings for you, he realized that he was stupid for pushing away his feelings for you. For once in his life Steve allowed himself to be selfish. He was doing something for him. He liked you and he was going to allow himself to have those feelings for you. No more pushing you away.

You and Steve sat on the couch that was in the living room of the apartment SHIELD had provided him. Unlike the previous months of sitting on separate seats, you guys now shared the couch. The two of you sat side by side in comfort. Steve had laid back on the couch, his legs sprawled in front of him as his hand moved against the paper in his sketchbook. You were facing the window that outlooked the peaceful street Steve lived on. A cup of coffee was in your hands as you stared out the window.

From time to time your shoulder or hand would brush against Steve’s bare arm. The thin material of his short sleeved shirt not doing him any justice, the feeling of electricity rushing through his body made him shiver as goosebumps formed on his skin.

He was discreetly drawing you in his sketchbook. He stole glances at you as you continued to look out the window, eyes slowly drooping. Steve quietly chuckled to himself as he closed his sketchbook and placed it to the side.

“Better not spill all that coffee on my couch.” He teased you with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. You’ve never seen that look in him, usually his eyes were clouded with distraction, longing for something. You’ve always thought that he might’ve been longing for the past, but you could be wrong.

You rest your head on the couch, “It’s not even your couch, Steven.” Steve rolls his eyes and takes your cup from you, placing it on the coffee table.

“It’s still my responsibility.” He watched as you yawned tiredly. You were clearly tired, you had bags under your eyes and you moved slower than you usually did. The only thing to blame was the mission you’ve just returned from.

“You know, you can take a nap if you want. Have you gotten any proper sleep since getting back?” Steve asked as he stood up to grab a blanket that hung on one of his cushioned chairs.

“Does two to three hours count?” You began as he opened up the blanket. “And I don’t want to be a burden Steve, I’m not sleeping on your couch—“ You’re cut off by Steve tucking you into the blanket.

“You’re sleeping here. You’ve been there to help me adapt to the new world and now it’s my turn to help you. So sleep.” He explained with a nod before returning to his spot on the couch.

A few minutes past until he hears you shuffle and suddenly your head is on his lap, “you’re comfier.” You simply say before drifting off.

While you slept before him, Steve couldn’t help but admire the features that graced your face. Every single spot, blemish, the way your eyelashes brushed against the apples of your cheeks, or how your pouty lips were so pink and bright that he wanted to kiss them.

At that moment, as he stared down at you, he realized that he was falling hard, harder than he’s ever fell. But he was okay with it, satisfied actually. He wasn’t hesitant or scared anymore, he was going to jump off from his walls and fall, because somehow he knew you’d be at the bottom ready to catch him. You’re his safety net. 

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Ooooh, is it ok to go with a whole seeker trine? I'd like to hear more about Aero, Killnight and Kickthrust owo Here's my trine (feel free to skip whoever you want, I know it may be a bit much! ^.^") :

Renfrew - traumatized soldier, lost his only trinemate Hurricane and then after ages of being forced to fight finally bonded again but lost his other love too. Survived only because turned out Hurricane never died and they reunited. Ren has chronic pain, PTSD and foggy processor but slowly improves. Coming to Earth was a great change of environment for him and after adjusting to the place he got interested in gardening. This peaceful hobby calms his nerves. Soft and gentle bab, loves Breeze very much and gets a bit paranoid when they're away for too long. Avoids conflicts at all cost but can attack in panic if you hurt his trinemate (doesn't matter bonded or not). When Cybertron is safe enough to come back to he gets interested in cyber plants and programs focusing on restoring Cybertron's flora. Shy and careful at first turns out to be very nice, friendly and willing to listen and/or give advice if he can.

Breeze - formerly Hurricane. After getting separated from Ren he got his processor wiped out and became a personal toy to one bad guy. Pole/aerial dancing and being just a silly pretty influencer/celebrity/model (and moneymaker for his master) became his whole life. Deep down he felt there must be sth more to life than being a caged bird. After escaping and reuniting with Ren (you can wipe out memories from a processor but not strong bonds from a spark) he slowly starts rediscovering himself. He's good at management and diplomacy and becomes the one who later runs the Sanctuary (safe place for those who want to rest after the war). Braincell of the trine, not afraid of asking if he doesn't know something, makes a bunch of human friends. Hardworking, friendly and understanding. Having 2 trinemates with completely different needs and both needing his near constant attention was pretty tasking so only later he rediscovered his love for gaming. May not remember how to fight but he sure will if someone hurts his trinemates.

Taffy - boytoy owned by the same guy who owned Breeze. On the contrary to his bonded, he loved their life as pretty princesses and seriously loved their red flag of a master. Looks like dumb bitch juice is his fuel, at first he seems selfish, ignorant and limited to just flirting and being pretty but in fact he has a good spark (he's the idea giver for the Sanctuary because "no one should live in in the horrible terrible conditions known as any-less-luxurious-than-my-life-in-the-palace-was"). It's just that he never got a chance learn and to be anyone else. The sudden change of the environment is very hard and stressful for him and causes those worse parts of him show. At that time he tended to get jealous, moody and even manipulative. Luckily after some time of getting used to the new situation and getting new friends he started being more open and became trully willing to learn and be better. It wasn't easy but he was determined. After a few identity crisises and many ups and downs he's... still his silly sexy flirty self. But now on his own terms, now way more considerate of others and respecting their boundaries. He matures a lot and trying to recreate his fav luxurious dishes develops love for cooking. At some point got arrested for almost killing his and Breeze's former master. Opens a restaurant/cafe.

Breeze is bonded to both, Taf and Ren have a "trinemate of my trinemate" relationship for a very long time untill Ren heals his broken spark and Taffy matures. Even long before bonding they learn to understand, care for and respect one another and become close friends before their feelings start growing. At some point they open another sanctuary on Cybertron and work together to make the world a better, nicer place with a bit more luxury and kindness in it.

(Again - feel free to pick and choose!)

Aero-

Aero would probably get along better with Ren than the other two, mostly over their shared love of plants but he is the more openly empathetic/understanding out of his trine (not perfect by any means but he’s the better of the three). He’s been doing extensive research pretty much his entire life despite the war, so would be more than willing to help out in Ren’s plans to restore cybertronian fauna/flora. Mostly the flora.

He’d be polite to Breeze and Taffy and supports their Sanctuary idea, but he wouldn’t be quite as interested in conversing with them. Less so in Taffy if he does even the tiniest bit of flirting, he isn’t a fan of that at all. The cafe’s cool tho.

Killnight-

Killnight is distant and quick to draw his swords on someone, but he would (awkwardly) sympathize with the trine. They all got pretty messed up in different ways and he gets that, though not even his own trine mates know what he’s gone through. While he might not befriend Ren, Breeze or Taffy, he’d wish them the best in their goals and leave it at that.

Kickthrust-

Kickthrust is honestly kind of a bully to everyone, even his trine mates. He’s wild, selfish and has an unhealthy obsession with guns.

His punk-ass attitude might actually get him killed by the trine if Kill and Aero aren’t there to keep him in check.

(Aero would be constantly apologizing for his awful behavior but let’s be real Kick might benefit from a beating or two…. Or three)

[strigital]

Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

[aquariusshadow]

Live!Blogging Legacies s3x16

So I ended up just watching ep 15 on my own time and decided not to liveblog it. I surprisingly enjoyed the episode a lot more than I thought since I’m not in the Star Wars fandom at all. But it was honestly probably one of my fav eps from the season minus the lethan shit.

So. Season finale here we go.

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Honestly im not sure how I feel about already being a season finale? Like it feels too early

Oooooooo im vibing with the song tho

LANDON HI

I MISSED YOU

Where’s cleo?

There she is

We love a landon/cleo power duo

Daaaaaaaaaaamn landon

I do love this side of landon ngl

Hi Clarke

Yea…I did actually miss his character

Awwwww maleb superhero duo mission

“I’m starting to think traumatized is my permanent resting state” ahaha josie that hit too close to home there for a sec

Nor should you trust Clarke, josie

Hope are you really gonna steal the car…….

Yea its almost like everyone’s idealized versions of landon are just that…idealized

Hence why handon has a lot of criticisms in the first place

I love landon I really really really do

Im not critiquing his character at all—just his relationship with hope (I should probably do a separate post talking about my thoughts on handon as a whole)

OH CLARKES IN THE TRUNK

Duh

Im an idiot

Well I was right about the car stealing

Why does hope seem genuinely amused by Clarke

Idk what it is but its…..different???

Like I would think she would just be in a constant state of annoyance around him

But her facial expressions and body language convey the complete opposite

No no no

Why cant yall just let hope be single

Lizzie honey

Ik you love hope

And want to help her

But setting herself up with someone else

(that isn’t you or josie ehehe…..ignore me shhhhh)

Is not a good idea

Everytime I see ethan my methan heart breaks and the fact lizzie’s trying to set him up with hope just…hgnnnn

I do like the landon/cleo dynamic so far!

Ah there’s the annoyance I was waiting for Hope

Kaleb is literally so sweet

Just the way he talks about his feelings for cleo

<3

Lizzie: *trying to set ethan up with hope*

Also lizzie: *telling ethan everything she loves about hope*

Also also lizzie: ah…shit I’m in love with hope

Noooooooooo ethan don’t invite lizzie to toss the ball around

That’s methan’s thing

☹

Wait is that not landon

???

Uh no

Lizzie

You and mg didn’t have a ‘will they wont they’

You just weren’t interested in him

Like

Im sorry

The entire m*zzie trope was mg pining for a couple seasons

Then as SOON as he moves on

Everyone decides to tell lizzie that she likes him

So

Wtf is this ‘will they wont they’ bullshit she’s going on about

Finally a cleo/hope conversation

I’ve been waiting for this

Yea me too cleo me too

I really loved the cleo/hope dynamic this semester

So yea I guess that’s not landon???

Ethan: I’m kinda into someone else

Ethan’s forgotten memories: DAMN STRAIGHT YOU ARE AND HIS NAME IS MG

Malivor!landon?

Oh that’s disturbing

That’s really disturbing

Poor cleo she did not deserve that

Hope and Clarke are now frenemies im so down for this

That’s some really good advice Clarke

Im impressed

This finsie scene is really cute

Josie *concerned about lizzie hurting ethan*

Lizzie *probably about to date ethan cuz the writers hate us*

Josies concerns are legit

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Who asked for this

We had methan

Methan was RIGHT THERE

And while im still back and forth with hizzie

I do completely understand hizzie

So whyyyyyyyyy

Man poor kaleb

He fought so hard to try and tell cleo how he felt

Only to have his memories wiped of her

That sucks so bad

Oh good

Hope brought memories of cleo back

PANDA PROMISE

PANDA PROBABTION

I love the panda trio so much

Im vibin with this song too

Im very picky with tv show soundtracks

But this episode did good with the music (even if idk the songs lmao)

………..i understand the attraction to mali!landon now ahahah

OH MAN

“well this looks like a party” listen his voice I just—

His VOICE I JUST—

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 So, lots of thoughts here.

I really liked that episode! I think the Mali!Landon reveal is strong enough to be a season finale type of cliffhanger but overall, this episode didn’t seem like a season finale episode...if that makes sense.

I loved the Maleb superhero road trip! It was very nice to see them together again. Cleo and “Landon’s” own road trip was very interesting and now I’m just curious on what their dynamic would be like with real!Landon. Hope and Clarke...idk I’ve always really enjoyed their dynamic. I don’t ship them romantically but I do really like what I see with them.

I’m so happy we got a Hope and Cleo reunion and conversation. It reminded me why I shipped them in the first place when Cleo compared their own struggles with destiny and fate being unfairly forced upon them.

Now. For the biggest bunch of bullshit this episode. It’s been a while since I watched a show as it was airing where it did something like this. Something so out of nowhere. Just. Why L*than? Is this a cop out? Are the writers really so out of touch with their fanbase? Like...if you HAD to put L*than together then they should’ve built it up from earlier this season. 

Talk about forced relationships.

I love the Panda Trio. That is all.

[a-libra-writes]

Fighting Alongside the GoT Characters & They Realize You’re a Woman

THIS IS A NEAT IDEA + a request woop woop, I hope i did it justice, anon!

I didn’t include some characters because a few started to get repetitive, or bc I genuinely struggled with them. If i removed or didnt include your fav, serenade my ask box and ill add them!

In this preference, you'll be fighting with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brienne of Tarth, Roose Bolton, Ramsay Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion

NED STARK

When you removed your helmet, Ned was certainly taken for surprise, but it wasn’t so unheard of for women to fight in the North - for a moment he wondered if you were with the Mormont family and he just didn’t recognize you. He’d thank you for helping him in battle and once he was home, ask around to see if anyone had heard of you. If you were the daughter of a knight or soldier at Winterfell, he’d feel quite abashed for not knowing you, and he’d make a point to try and speak to you again.

ROBB STARK

In the middle of battle, Robb noticed you were consistently protecting other men on the battlefield. He focused his attention back on the battle and at one point, you intercepted a soldier coming for him. After the battle, Robb looked for you, and was stunned to silence when you removed your helmet. He quickly recovered himself and thanked you for protecting his men and himself. If you had time, he’d want to know more about you, especially how you learned how to fight so well.

SANSA STARK

A tourney had gotten out of hand, and you were the one to shield Sansa away from a drunken crowd that turned into an outright brawl. She got separated from everyone, and you easily guided her home. She’d graciously thank you, asking if you were a Ser, and she wouldn’t hide her surprise once you pulled your hood back and showed your face. She’d think about you well after she went back into the Red Keep, and ask her handmaidens if they knew of a woman with a pretty face and a sword at her waist.

JON SNOW

Jon flounders a little when he finds out. He was thanking you for your help and complimenting the quality of your sword, then you took off your helmet and his words suddenly sputtered and failed him. You could probably tease him a bit for it, and he’d apologize with a blush. Jon wouldn’t be able to hide his curiosity as to who taught you how to use the sword, and he could definitely be goaded into a spar. The matter of how you ended up at the Night’s Watch occurred to him as well, and you certainly had to elbow him when he tried to ask you something in front of others.

BENJEN STARK

He had a few suspicions when he’d seen you before, but his attention was quickly taken away when a pack of wildlings attacked you and his scouting party. You watched his back more than once, and he did the same, and you two dealt with the wildlings fairly quickly. Once you both were alone, he’d just bluntly ask if you were a woman. He’d want to know more about you and why you were here of all places, asking with a genial smile. He wasn’t judging, you could tell, and he wouldn’t expose your secret. 

JORY CASSEL

He was pleasantly surprised when you stepped in to help him fend off some opportunistic bandits. Once you revealed yourself, he couldn't hide his surprise and stumbled on his initial words. He still thanked you and he'd think about you for some time after, wondering if anyone at Winterfell has heard of you. If you ran into each other again, he’d take that chance to actually ask you his questions and get to know you better.

DOLOROUS EDD

He didn’t pay much attention to “the brother who creeps about in a hood”. You both were somewhat friendly, you were just quiet for obvious reasons. It wasn’t until you both got caught out beyond the Wall during an expedition, and a wildling yanked your hood off, did he realized why you were bundled up and hiding. It was just you and Edd that were caught out, and you more or less threatened them into silence. To say he was surprised was an understatement, but he played it cool, trying to get to know you throughout the trip and subtly distracting anyone who was bothering you.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

Tormund would light up with absolute glee once he realized the crow he’d been watching in combat was actually a woman. He liked your style and asked you outright to show your face and give him a proper spar. It only made him like you even more, especially if you’d disarm him during the spar. He’d probably end up with a crush by the end of the day, and Jon would have to pull him away once he started asking after your battles and scars.

THEON GREYJOY

Theon actually scoffed when you remove your hood. There's no way a girl could've hit the bandits with the ferocity you did, but here you are. He's distinctly reminded of Yara when he sees the way you grip your weapon and glare at him, so he gives a half-baked thanks. Later in the Winterfell training yard, he'd laugh at the way you'd knock over Jon and Robb, until the two of them pushed him into the ring to fight you. He wondered how he’d never noticed you before, but not being noticed was kind of the point of your disguise. For every time you’d laugh at how easy it was to disarm him in a spar, he’d laugh at how sideways your arrows would fly.

YARA GREYJOY

She didn't pay attention to who was fighting alongside her until afterwards. When you removed your hood to shake out your hair, she just laughed outright, recalling just moments ago when you doubled over a man twice your size. She would then saunter over, bluntly asking why you were helping her and her men. Yara appreciated ferocity in a woman, and she’d say as much. She’d want to grab a drink with you and find out how experienced you truly were, and if you were looking for a crew to work on. Being surrounded by a bunch of men with only a few brains between them got exhausting, after all. 

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

You had heard of her exploits through Essos and travelled to Meereen to see the dragon queen for yourself. During a sudden revolt, you jumped forward beside her guard and helped fend off the angry crowd. Once she was safe in her palace, Daenerys demanded to see your face and know your intentions. You removed your hood and explained yourself. Admittedly, she was much more interested upon seeing your face, and she’d accept your service if you decided to pledge to her.

JORAH MORMONT

He’d seen and heard of women warriors in Essos, it wasn’t too unusual. He was still surprised when Viserys hired you to watch Daenerys on her wedding day, perhaps thinking she’d run. You and Jorah ended up with something of a rapport, especially once he saw you fight. He grew up with ladies in courtly dresses and manners, so to see such a pretty woman wield a weapon with such ferocity was an interesting and sometimes amusing sight.

MISSANDEI

Missandei rarely left the palace unless she followed Daenerys’ lead, and this was the exact reason why. She’d try to be stealthy, but she was caught up in a riot in Meereen. You pulled her to safety back to the palace, cutting down any that tried to hurt you both. There wasn’t time to talk until you both were finally safe - shaken, but safe. 

You’d finally remove your hood and ask if she was alright, and Missandei was surprised, but still grateful. She’d implore you to come into the palace, to see the khaleesi and perhaps you’d be rewarded. Missandei liked that you didn’t want a reward, but she’d still want your wounds to be tended to.

TYRION LANNISTER

Like the rest of the attending audience, Tyrion was shocked that it was a maiden who won the melee at Casterly Rock. It wasn't long before the gossip caught up and he learned your name and House, if you had one. Later at the feast, he'd make a point to bring you a cup of wine, since he heard many lords snickering and complaining about your win. He'd jest that you'd lost them quite a bit of gold, then would chat and try to learn about you. 

JAIME LANNISTER

You fought alongside him in his father’s army, and at first, he thought nothing of the soldier beside him, besides your competence and skill with the blade. It wasn’t until in the heat of a fight, when your helmet was knocked off, that he realized what you were. You scolded him for being distracted and retrieved your helmet after the battle. You then implored him to keep your secret, and Jaime did. He still thought of you sometimes, and would try to seek you out at camp, but you blended in too well with the other Lannister soldiers. It’s an understatement to say he was surprised to see you long after, when he returned to King’s Landing a very different man. You still had the same sword, the same armor that hid your features. It was oddly grounding to see something hadn’t changed, and this time, you gave him a smile. 

TYWIN LANNISTER

He'd heard some years ago about a lord in the Crownlands allowing his daughter to don armor and learn the sword, but Tywin never kept idle gossip in mind. The thought returned when you arrived with your lord father and his men, fresh off the battlefield. You removed your helmet and gave your courtesies, while your father remarked on how many Stark men you took the life of. After that, when his generals would disappoint him, Tywin would make a snide remark about how he ought to bring the Crownsland girl to the wartable, since her bannermen were doing more for the war. He might even call you into the war chambers and quiz you on strategy in front of them, just to make a point.

SANDOR CLEGANE

You were a sellsword hired by that Imp, along with those hill clans he brought along, but you certainly weren’t with them. He must’ve picked you off the street. Sandor thought something was off, but he also didn’t give a shit to investigate further. You were pretty short for a mercenary, though. It wasn’t until the riots, when the two of you went after the missing Stark girl, did your secret get out. Your hood was thrown off in the scuffle, but it hardly deterred you as you pulled Sansa to her feet and into his arms. On the way to the Keep, you had the mind to pull your hood back, but he already knew. It was a funny thing for a woman to carry a sword with such confidence, but you were useful in a fight, and you lacked the cruelty of most of the City Watch and Goldcloaks.

BRONN

Tyrion sent him looking for sellswords, so he did, listening for gossip around the city and checking the seedier taverns. You had a reputation, and he saw your skill firsthand when you handled yourself in a brawl some sellswords started. He didn’t join in until a sword came straight for his gut and you blocked it. Your eyes met for a moment before you returned to the fight. You hadn’t noticed your hood had fallen down. 

A woman with a sword was a strange thing, to be sure, but it could also be a useful thing. With a lopsided smirk, he offered you a drink and said a certain Hand of the King could use your sword.

STANNIS BARATHEON

You had distinguished yourself during the battle for Blackwater Bay, even if it was a failure. Not only had you killed a number of men, you saved a good amount of your own. When Stannis called you and a motley of other knights and soldiers to give credit where it was due, you wore your helmet, like the rest of them. And like the rest of them, you had to remove it when your king commanded. There was a rise of murmurs and hushed whispers across the room, and you were sure a flicker of surprise crossed Stannis’ face, but he pressed on. Your skill was recognized and you were given a newer, better command.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

You were one of the many sellswords brought to Dragonstone, and while Davos spoke with the leaders of their mercenary bands, he rarely met the individual warriors themselves. It was during one of these meetings that a sudden brawl broke out between a bunch of hot-blooded, bored men that you went to work in breaking up. You’d helped get Davos out of the way while the men were dealt with. Your hood had been torn in the process, and while he had seen plenty of women with weapons during his travels, it was still a little surprising, especially seeing one so young. He gave you genuine thanks and, if he saw you again, he’d make a point to say hello and ask after you. 

MARGAERY TYRELL

You were a supposed sellsword that saved Margaery and her guards on their way to King’s Landing. It was just bandits, but there were a number of them, and you got a wound for your troubles. Margaery positively lit up once she realized you were a woman, and a cute one, at that. She’d insist you come back with her, especially to tend to that wound, and she’d ask all sorts of questions on the way back. It almost felt like a job interview….

BRIENNE OF TARTH

You helped her fend off several soldiers on the battlefield, and she said a quick word of thanks before moving on. It wasn't until the battle had finished and she saw you around camp - the same armor and shield, sans a helmet. Brienne quickly approached you, baffled that she couldn't tell. She'd be very interested in your skills and would shyly ask after you. Secretly, she was delighted and intrigued, but she didn't want to annoy you with her questions. It was pretty obvious to see her interest, though, and Brienne would be more than willing to join you in a round of spars.

ROOSE BOLTON

Your father was an old sword for the Bolton house, and he taught you what he knew, provided you kept your head down and stayed out of trouble. You did so for years, no one suspecting until a battle against the Lannister men. You thought you were alone when you removed your helmet and armor and tended to a wound. Lord Bolton decided a woman with proficiency in swords and an ability to keep hidden for years in his own keep, could be put to better use than a common footsoldier. It didn't take long before he confronted you and assigned you under new orders.

RAMSAY BOLTON

Although he’d claim otherwise, Ramsay didn’t actually know every man and sword employed to the Bolton house. Some were strictly his father’s, and didn’t report to him. You were one of those swords, often keeping to yourself under a hood and few words. Unfortunately you were tasked with accompanying Ramsay to free Winterfell from the impromptu Greyjoy attack. When one of the Ironborn tore off your hood, he was there, and he saw. You recognized that glint of interest immediately, and promptly reminded him that you were a soldier for his father, not him. He didn’t command you, and you weren’t going to be a part of his little games.

OBERYN MARTELL

His skill with a spear was more than well known, and he was confident in his abilities, so Oberyn didn’t worry too much about bodyguards. His brother finally wore him down and he agreed to take two on an impulsive trip to King’s Landing. Sure, that was enough, and you came in handy when a sudden brawl broke out at the brothel he just insisted at staying at. In the midst of the fight, your hood was thrown off and he really stopped everything, even ignoring the man bleeding at your feet, just to get a look at you. He made some cheesy line about treating you like a proper lady, had he known, and offered you a drink. You pointed him to the angry matron of the brothel and suggested giving it to her instead.

BERIC DONDARRION

Like many in the Brotherhood of Banners, you joined after your village was destroyed by the Lannisters. You kept to yourself and kept your identity a secret. You trusted Beric as a good man, but some of the others, not so much. The first time he saw you fight properly is also when your identity was exposed, a soldier having ripped your cloak off. Beric just smiled and asked if you were alright, and complimented your skills with the sword. He had an inkling you were a woman when you both first met, and he was more than willing to keep it a secret if that’s what you wished. And, yes, he’d set your sword on fire if you asked- just once, though.

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Late Night Trip | Shoto Todoroki x Reader

AN: So, I got this idea from a photo a friend had sent a picture of Todoroki in this BNHA discord server I'm in! I was in Walmart and the idea just hit me. So I wrote it this. It's my attempt at fluff! I hope y'all like it! Length: 1.7k words Pronouns used: She/her

Summary: You're hungry late at night! So you and your husband take a trip to the store!

Full name: (f/n) Todoroki Quirk: (y/q) Age: 24 Hero Name: ((h/n)/none)

(f/n) turned her body on the large bed letting her arms and legs drape over her husband, who chuckled a little. Her leg tightened around his waist, while her arm laid across his chest, her hand poking his cheek.

"Todoroni," She mumbled adorably, giving him her puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm hungry." She said, inching closer so her face was close to his. He placed his phone by his side and turned to her.

"Would you like me to make you something?" She fell in thought for a moment, before her (e/c) eyes looked up at him and she shook her head.

"Let's go shopping!" She cheered, throwing her arms up into the air. He groaned and pulled her into him, burying his face in her shoulder.

"All the way to the store?"

"That's where the groceries are, Sho." (f/n) giggled at his laziness. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his scent, feeling all her stress and worries practically melt away.

"Yeah, but it's so far."

"Come on! It'll be fun!" She said, sitting up and straddling his waist. "I'll buy you whatever you want!" Shoto laughed, the back of his hand covering his mouth.

"I know what you're doing, (n/n), and it's not working." He assured, letting his hand fall above his head. (f/n) bent down, placing her hands on his chest and her chin on top of her hands. She tried to give him her best innocent, puppy dog eyes, knowing full well it would sway him into agreeing with her.

"I'll buy you soba~," (f/n) said with a hopeful smile. Just that little look and the tone of her voice made Shoto automatically agree with her. Gosh, it was so difficult to say no to that cute face of hers.

"(f/n)..." Shoto whined and his hands moved to rest on her thighs. "That's cheating!"

"It'll be fun!" (f/n) countered. "Oh! We can buy pocky and play the pocky game!" He rolled his mismatched eyes at her enthusiasm- her cute enthusiasm that just made him want to melt into a puddle.

"But you can kiss me whenever you want."

"Ok, but like... there's a treat involved." Shoto's eyes widened and he placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. He even added a little gasp.

"I thought my kisses were the treat." (f/n)'s eyes widened and she frantically shook her head.

"N-no! I didn't m-mean it like that! I swear! I was... just..." (f/n) trailed off when she saw her husband start laughing, which prompted her to sit up, cross her arms, and pout. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"

"Are you the most adorable wife on the planet?"

"Sho!"

"I can't help it," He laughed, then smiled up at her. "I'm sorry, love." She leaned forward, pressing a short kiss on his lips.

"I'll bite your lip off, I swear."

"Oh, I'm so scared." He taunted playfully. She sat up, holding her hands up. "No, no, no please!" Shoto pretended to be scared and immediately held his hands up in surrender. "Have mercy, my love!"

"Go on! What were you saying?" (f/n) threatened, pretending to glare at him. He reached out and gently took her wrists and looked up at her.

"I surrender." She smirked, holding her head up high.

"I demand a kiss as a sign of surrender."

"Come here," She shook her head.

"Nope. You come up here." He shook his head and pulled her wrists, making her fall forward. He caught her shoulders and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. When they pulled away, she glared at him.

"Cheater."

"Well, now you know how it feels." He teased, making her grumble.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, IcyHot."

"Come on, let's get changed. It's late anyway so we shouldn't waste too much time." Shoto said looking at his phone, it was currently 12:38 am and (f/n) wanted snacks from the store. Nothing surprising, honestly.

(f/n) rolled off of him and let him sit up properly. The two quickly got changed and gathered their necessities.

"Wanna drive?" Shoto asked, holding the car keys up as he walked to the front door with (f/n).

"Sure!" The two got into their car putting on their seat belts and (f/n) started the car up. "What store? Wanna go to my favorite? The far one?!"

"Why would we do that?" Shoto asked, looking at her.

"Why not?!"

"Because it's midnight... and we should be asleep."

"Or, hear me out. We could drive to that one store that has (fav snack)."

"That's like 40 minutes away." Shoto said, a little shocked she was willing to drive that far for (fav snack).

"It's not that far," (f/n) said, placing her hands on the steering wheel.

"Not that far- that's almost two hours of driving! For a bag of (candy/chips)!" He argued but he could see it didn't really phase her.

"We don't have work tomorrow."

"Baby," He frowned. "What happened to wanting to sleep early?" (f/n) giggled nervously and looked away then back at him.

"Start tomorrow?" He sighed in defeat which made her squeal in delight as she quickly pulled out of the driveway. Shoto chuckled, shaking his head. Yep, this was one of the many reasons he married this nutcase. Late night trips to a faraway store for her favorite snack.

"Play something! Something fun!" (f/n) said, keeping her eyes on the road. Shoto nodded, connecting his phone to the car and playing her playlist, which contained all her favorite songs.

As they drove on the highway, (f/n) sang and "danced" to all the songs, singing most of them since she knew every lyric by heart. Shoto just watched with adoration, sometimes lip-syncing some words with her.

The 40-minute drive flew by and before they knew it, they were at (f/n)'s favorite store. She excitedly got out of the car, running into the store.

"You forgot... to lock... the car," Shoto muttered as she disappeared through the doors. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked towards the entrance, jumping a little when the car lock behind him. "Good lord." He chuckled.

Shoto had finally found (f/n) in one the isles and his eyes widened when he noticed the already full basket in her hands.

"Hey, babe! What about this?" She held up a pack of gummy worms. He took the basket from her, looking at her with wonder.

"You were in here for maybe 40 seconds. How is this thing full already?" She smiled, waving his question off.

"Pick baby."

"I don't like gummy worms." She shrugged, putting it back before turning on her heel and walking away from him. Shoto quickly followed behind her, grabbing another basket, since she'd already filled up the first one. (f/n) grabbed different types of juices and snacks, nonchalantly throwing them into the basket her husband held.

"You should've grabbed a cart," He informed, holding up both of the overflowing baskets. "Why didn't you?"

"Eh, the baskets were closer!"

"I'll go get one." He said, placing the basket next to (f/n), while walking to the front. (f/n) continued on her quest for more snacks, gathering a bunch of candies, chocolates, chips, and whatnot in her arms. "I can't leave you alone for ten seconds." He said, making her turn around, one of the bags of chips falling to the floor. "Ten seconds, baby. Ten whole seconds, all you had to do was stand here. You still managed to get stuff." (f/n) only giggled, throwing her stash into the cart.

"You love me."

"To the moon and back, but you astound me with your abilities, (f/n). You truly do." She winked at him as she picked up one of the baskets and spilled the contents of it into the cart.

"(Fav flavor drink/1) or (fav flavor drink/2)?" (f/n) asked, holding up the two separate drinks.

"Whichever you want, love," Shoto answered, before looking at his phone. It was 2:17 am and (f/n) was still packed with energy. This came with its own list of pros and cons. Sure, she had an easier time staying up so night shifts for her were easy. But then again, she couldn't sleep early and would wake up later in the day, which was a bad habit. This little trip of theirs was a pro and a con. Sure, he loved spending time with her and it was kinda fun to drive this far. But then again, it was late and they should've been asleep. After a few more moments of watching (f/n) debate between the two drinks, Shoto spoke up. "Just get them both."

"Oh! Great idea!" She giggled, before dropping the drinks into the cart, which made Shoto reach down and adjust them so they wouldn't crush the other snacks. A few minutes of walking through all the isles, they'd decided they had enough stuff. "Let's go!" (f/n) said, running ahead while Shoto followed behind.

The cashier was just as surprised as Shoto as she slid every snack and drink across the register to scan the items. Shoto paid and they both walked out to the parking lot and threw all of their delicious snacks into the trunk before getting into the car.

"At least we won't be coming back for a while," Shoto commented, pulling his seatbelt down.

"Who said that?" His mismatched eyes shot to hers.

"Because we bought so much stuff." (f/n) giggled.

"Bold of you to assume it won't all be gone by the end of the weak."

"NO!" He yelled, his eyes widening. "Don't do that, you'll get sick!" (f/n)'s giggles turned into laughter as he went on about how dangerous it was to eat all of the junk food they'd bought.

"Relax, baby!" She yelled, between her fits of giggles. "I was kidding, of course, I'm not going to eat it all in a week." (f/n) drove them back home, which was, of course, filled with singing and lots of giggles.

**

(f/n) jumped on the bed after changing into some comfortable clothes, spilling all the candy and snacks onto her bed. Shoto stretched before sliding under the covers next to her.

"You seem like you're planning to stay up. Eating all this junk food before bed isn't healthy either."

"But, babe." (f/n) whined, turning to her husband and pouting.

"It's 3 am." He said, grabbing the remote.

"Come on! It'll be fun." There was a moment of silence as Shoto debated on whether or not he wanted to actually stay up all night. When his eyes met his wife's... he couldn't deny her.

"You're a bad influence, you know that?" She squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Her lips pressed against his cheek quickly.

"I love you, Shoto!" She giggled, her (e/c) meeting his.

"I love you too, (f/n)." He replied, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. "To the moon and back."

[denimjacketkisses]

90′s Baby

Description: A series of glances into Bucky and the new Agent’s (whose got him wrapped around his finger) life.

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of Abuse, Blood?

A/N: I told you I would be back once I got access to a laptop. I’ve been writing this through my phone for months now, so hopefully, y’all enjoy. I have somewhat checked for spelling/grammar errors and it’s too long for me to actually look at it, so apologies in advance. 

He’d been used to being up at all hours of the night, the nightmares didn’t plague him as much anymore but he enjoyed the quiet. He didn’t think that a 3am drive would mean listening to you (the agent Fury assigned to Sam and him) blaring the lyrics of some song that he didn’t know. 

(Sam did though, since he kept making the same hand motion as you every time the chorus came back around.)

Bucky sighed, his head hitting the back of the passenger seat. 

“When you punch Baron ZERO in the face, can I play this song in the background?!” You laughed, yelling the chorus again, Sam and you making the hand motion once again. His eyes lulled to the side, watching your face to see if you were serious - he couldn’t tell (he never could tell with you), so he in turn replied, a hard “No”.

“But Buuuuuuuckyyyyyy” you whined. “N*Sync is a great band and ‘Bye, Bye, Bye’ is a BOP” the ‘p’ enunciated with a pop. “And you’d look great! Fist flying!! Your knuckle coming in contact with his dumb Hydra face!! Telling him to shut the FUCK up -“

“That’s MY line, sweet stuff.” Sam butted in. “I’m tired of listening to that lima bean’s recordings of his plans and how he is going to ‘reboot’ Scrap Metal over here into a killing machine.”

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. “I don’t need theme music, y/n and as much as I’m over listening to Zemo’s ridiculous plan, I’d rather you not interrupt me smashing his face in with you telling him to shut up, Bird Brain.” 

Y/N sighed, “You are no fun, James.” Bucky’s eyebrow raising at the change in name, it makes his skin crawl slightly. “Just keep driving, I would like to get to the lookout before sunrise. Ya know, ‘cause we’re undercover.” Y/n rolls her eyes her foot pressing down on the gas, speeding up a bit more, “Whatever you say, Captain.” 

“Hey! Last time I checked, I’m the Captain around here!” Sam screeched, throwing himself between the front seats of the Super Soldier and the young agent.

—————

You could feel the burns covering your skin. The smell of slightly burning flesh and cigarette smoke filled the air and you were becoming nauseous. Your eyes lazily scanning the room again, all your previous exits had been blocked off. He’d covered them in plywood, well enough that no one could see you but not well enough that you couldn’t tell if it was day, or night. You were tired. You wanted to rest. Maybe he’d actually stand by his promises of letting you go, if you behaved well enough for him.

Nothing was ever “well enough”.

 The sun had risen, a new day, a new form of tourtue. You thought once the state took you from your abusive home that you could have a fresh start. Fresh start meant a new level of abuse. Life was cruel and it taunted you. You swallowed, trying to quench your thirst for some kind of liquid. You’d honestly drink sewage water at this point. The thought making your stomach turn once again. 

You could hear him, he was giving himself a pep talk. You closed your eyes, brushing your legs together, the feeling of cold metal rubbed against your ankles and you wondered if there was any skin left. A deep breath, holding back tears and a small sigh. You were preparing yourself for whatever was to come.

“Y/n?” You felt a soft hand on your shoulder. Your eyes were open, and you didn’t see him, so who was touching you?

“Come on, Y/n. You can break out of this. Just listen to my voice…” whoever was speaking, felt so far away and your mind felt as if it was short circuiting. You were in that house, with him, but he wasn’t talking to you and he still hadn’t left his room. You closed your eyes, trying to zoom in on the voice. That voice that sounded so familiar yet so far…

“One more deep breath, hold it. One, two, three, four -“ your head whipped to the side, your eyes shot open and in your full line of vision was Sam and Bucky. You let out the breath you don’t necessarily remember holding and let your eyes scan the room. You were on a stakeout. In Rome. With Sam and Bucky. You were - safe.

“You alright, kid?” Sam asked, his eyes filled with worry, scanning your face for any lingering signs of the trama your brain has decided to put you through. You sat up, slowly (as Sam had always advised after having a -trip-), resting your hands on your knees. 

“Yeah, I’ve been better, I’m alright though. I guess I zoned out?” You questioned, not remembering how it all happened and the last conscious decision you had made prior to your brain being hijacked was a blur.

Sam smiled softly, Bucky nodded as an answer to your question. He placed his left hand on the back of your neck, the cooling sensation allowing your body to slowly come further back into reality. 

“You were having a full conversation with us. Something about churros and how you were upset I’d never had one. Promised that when we went back home, you’d buy me a whooooole bunch.” Bucky chuckled softly at the thought. “Then you just, left us.” His thumb running up and down the base of your neck, fingers squeezing just slightly, relieving the tightness you could feel building.

Your eyes dropped, you hadn’t had an episode in awhile, you were getting better. It ate at you. How were you supposed to be a good agent if you didn’t even know your triggers? You sighed, hands wringing together.

“Sorry guys. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just - I, I don’t know what caused it.” A hand was placed on your knee and your eyes moved up to meet Sam’s. “No sorry’s. It happens. We’re just glad we could pull you out. Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” You shook your head, breathing in deeply and staring at the two men in front of you. “Is it okay if I just lay here for a bit? I feel like I’ve just tried to beat Buck over here in a marathon.” Bucky laughed, while simultaneously helping you lay down, his hand never leaving the back of your neck. 

“You rest. Bird brain and I got this.” His fingers slowly dragged themselves from underneath you, the cold sensation leaving your skin. You closed your eyes and rolled onto your side. Maybe you could get a little bit of rest before you three let hellfire rain on the goons of Hydra. 

——————-

“Last time I checked, that isn’t how you get a ladies attention.” Your fist coming into contact with the nameless man’s face. Once Hydra Goon #1 was out, it was off to find Bird Boy and Beer Can. Rounding your way around the eerily lit hallway, you found a number of bodies scattered on the floor. Separating probably wasn’t your best option, especially once you found out .2 seconds in that the lovely allies of Hydra had made the building communication proof - but too late now.

Hopscotching around the downed men you finally spotted your favourite Super Soldier, snipper at his side, and the small strands of hair that were still a bit long (thanks to his impromptu haircut) sticking at the base of his neck. “Howdy aluminum foil.”

Bucky turned to face you, a small gash covering the right side of his cheek. He raised an eyebrow as he watched your face contort itself into a pout. “You got hurt, Jaime. Which dumbass did it. I’ll kick their shins.” 

You watched as he rolled his eyes and flicked his sniper softly so it pointed to the man behind him, with a perfect bullet hole through the chest. “I don’t think kicking him in the shins is going to be necessary, dollface.” He leaned in closer to you, his flesh hand coming in contact with your left eye, “Besides, if anyone needs’ta be kicked in the shins it’s whoever left my fav agent with a shiner the size of Kentucky.”

“First off: Kentucky ISN’T that large and neither is this bruise. Secondly: I punched him in the face afterwards, his nose might now be located between his eyes.”

Bucky laughed, his hand moving off your face to fall onto your shoulder. “If you say so, kid. Come on, let’s go find the Central Park Pigeon before he loses a feather.”

[thunderoad]

Hi , So listened to the album and holy shit🔥 he really came through with those vocals in each song . Would you be doing a song by song review of the album .? Interested in listening what you think .

he SOO DID!! i had been awake way too long yesterday and was just in disbelief over how good it is, but i had it on in the car while i was running errands today, and wow!! thank u sm for asking, here’s my track by track: 

1. heartbreak weather - i rmr texting my friend last night that it was so dancey, which i stand by!! it’s begging to be screamed and jumped along to in the best possible way. i think it’s a perfect introduction to the album as a whole, too; you have the sad undercurrent in the chorus of, ‘all of my life, it was heartbreak weather’ (which is SO sad when u think about it), tempered by the upbeat, uptempo sound. and i love the way that it sets the stage for the rest of the album by invoking the imagery of not just weather but this lonely city, which he really continues to inhabit for the rest of the album! 

2. black and white - perfect wedding song. you can just picture the glee kids covering it while the wedding party dances down the aisle, which is a compliment - you want these moments to be happy! i love how it retains the hopefulness and simplicity of youth in a way that’s hard to capture sometimes without quite becoming schlocky. ‘it’s the way you love, i’ve got to give it back to you’ is all the more startling for how prescient it is in that context! he’s got some GREAT turns of phrase on this album

3. dear patience - when this one started, i was prepared to dislike it because niall’s ballads tend to not quite be to my taste, but then he has that line about how ‘just me and the stars can get lonely,’ which is the BEST subtle tilt of the head to niall’s particular position as a celebrity, you know? it may not have been written with that interpretation in mind, but it’s got a particular achiness that i love. and the vocal duplication or echo that kicks in on the chorus combined with the bridge’s driving rhythm and that spiraling, hopeless cry - oh, it’s excellent. not to mention the strings are gonna KILL live

4. bend the rules - when he started singing in this one, i literally had to stop and wait for dani to catch up to me: that is a bruce impression if ever i’ve heard one! this one feels a bit more like a concept song than the others, like he’s still sort of trying to dial in on what he’s getting at with this very specific feeling of jealousy and mistrust and the fear of vulnerability it invokes. if he plays it live, i think it’ll become quite the showstopper. it’s hugely appealing to the part of me that loves and loves story songs

5. small talk - i lOVE this trend stranger things started of those highly distorted synths generating this sense of unease (’i’m paralyzed’), and how the song slowly unfolds into a foot-stomping barnburner of a song! i used to have this thing about hating when great singers talk-sing because it’s such a waste of talent, and i still do, but the sheer FUN of singing this song back to him at niall’s concerts like a bunch of horny witches casting a spell is going to be SO GREAT. i know it’s ‘slow hands’ big sister, but this song also has some of ‘on the loose’s’ tremendous punch as a vignette. this song would’ve made an amazing single; i can’t wait to sing it in the car

6. nice to meet ya - this is where, to me, the overarching storyline in the track listing really gains ground and gets going! it stands in such an excellent contrast to ‘small talk,’ too, where both are sort of hookup songs, but where ‘small talk’ is about that tete a tete, ntmy is starting to touch on that idea of conceptualizing and mythologizing someone the way you do at first blush. 

7. put a little love on me - my sincerest apologies to niall, but easily my least fav track on the album. his ballads just aren’t my favorite thing! it is a massive step up from ‘flicker’ to me, though, i love the way it dials in on that peculiar moment where the relationship’s over but you’re not so separated that you can’t still imagine what the other person might be doing, and what exactly do you do with all that knowing someone? it is awfully hard to let go. this song strikes me as a really terrific retrospective even as you start to move forward

8. arms of a stranger - not one of my favorites, tbh! i think it’s lyrical ground we’ve already kind of covered and it’s not the most innovative of his musical arrangements, but i still would not go so far as to call it bad. i do love that instead of accusing the other person of moving on too fast, he turns it on himself; ‘now i’m lying in the arms of a stranger.’ 

9. everywhere - i thought this song was gonna be one thing based on the first few seconds, and then it turns on its heel and becomes something quite different, with more of that chanting + slap-kick percussion. it reminds me forcefully of taylor swift’s ‘holy ground,’ which can only ever be a compliment! i love how he’s using different vocal modes in this album to capture different moods; he’s got that almost monotonous chanting to explain the motionless and airlinessness he’s feeling, and it works! he’s definitely gonna want to play this one acoustic at some point

10. cross your mind - the return of his bruce voice!! i love the imagery of immersing yourself in the world of your relationship with someone else. the driving vocals and drums are such a great underline to the lyrics, like he’s trying to provoke someone, finally ready to hear the truth. he’s definitely put a lot of work into his lyric-writing, too, u know? these songs are on the whole just so much wordier than the last album, which is a huge compliment to how far he’s come! i think there’s a really cool bit of both courage and self-destruction in that ‘don’t hold back’ refrain; those things do keep close company sometimes! and his falsetto in this one is just absolutely perfectly placed in my opinion

11. new angel - i lOVE this one in counterpoint to cross your mind - needing someone else ‘to save me from myself’ is a great emotional tether to draw on them between them, and u know, i do think it risks putting a new relationship on a pedestal, but i think the emphasis is more on admitting fault and vulnerability, neither of which is easy! it’s a deceptively complicated song. not to mention jake is gonna fuck up those guitar bits when the fellas play it live!! 

12. no judgement - fun and funky easy listening gold. as singles go, i think ntmy is a little punchier, but i love the lyrics, and i think the offer of absolution is very sweet, very generous. 

13. san francisco - i LOVE this song. in fact, it might be my favorite! i just love the way the ‘take me back, take me back’ refrain works in two ways: take me back to the past, and as a plea to be taken back by someone else! it’s got everything you need for a perfect love song: imperfection (’wish i hadn’t been so cruel’), romanticism (’what we had would never last, but i can’t let go’), the dramatic rainy love confession that doubles as the goal of all stories, which is self-knowledge (’i’m done running from the one that i want so bad’), all nestled in an inexorable groove. 

14. still - sometimes i love the sound of fingertips dragging over guitar strings and sometimes i hate it, and in this case, i lOVE it; it just wonderfully mimics the sound of pen dragging across paper, which is what i think this is, a bit - a goodbye letter. there’s this john donne line about ‘gold to airy thinness beat,’ which is the first and only thing i could think of when i heard how niall chose to sing this one, just on the edge of untenably high and hurting down to the bone. vulnerability is hard to capture and it’s hard to be honest on a pop record, but i think niall manages both beautifully. 

[petalbrooke]

Valley Valentines💕Prompt 1

My contribution to @stardewevents Valley Valentines event! Here we see Maeve and everyone’s fav trio making some Valentines. Real short, simple little thing, but it was fun. :) I’ll put it under a read more in an attempt to save some of y’all’s dashes.

Maeve sighed, staring at the assortment of glitter and multicolored markers sprawled out in front of her. She'd never participated in any kind of traditions like this, but Sam had somehow convinced everyone that they needed to make cards - and elaborate ones, at that. Maeve suspected that it was because he wanted to give Penny a card, but he didn't want it to be so obvious that he liked her. Despite the fact that everyone in town knew about his crush, she - somehow - hadn't figured it out. Or maybe she had and was just playing some kind of game with him. Maeve didn't understand why they couldn't just be straightforward. In the summer court, there was a tradition similar to this "Valentine's Day" that they held as the weather got colder, though the date changed from year to year. Traditionally, it was said to grant you good luck in your union if you declared your intentions to your beloved that day. Who proposed to whom didn't matter. But if you had feelings, deep and true, and you hadn't confessed them by the date? Your love was doomed to remain in your heart forever.

She'd never had anybody to confess her feelings to, and if anybody had felt that way about her, that secret would remain with them forever. She'd been okay with it. Everyone tended to be very showy, brandishing their affection with magic displays, with tales of beasts they'd conquered and the head to match. Legend had it that one queen had gained her spot on the throne by assassinating the king's wife on the fated day. He'd been so impressed with her devotion he married her on the spot, and she bore him twelve children.

"Sam, you're getting glitter everywhere," Abigail hissed. "It's like herpes! The second it touches anything it sticks forever!"

"And what you you know about how herpes operates?" Sam grumbled, but he shook the glitter out a little more gently. He'd made a few smaller cards, but the majority of his attention was on what was in front of him - a poster board with hearts of various colors scattered around, bunched like a boquet of flowers. The hearts were outlined in lace, and he'd started throwing silver and gold glitter at it. He'd neglected to think about the fact that it needed glue, so that the glitter would actually stick to the card, instead of falling off the floor.

Sebastian edged away from Sam's mess, but it was far too late - Maeve could see silver sparkling on his hoodie as he shifted his arm. "Blech. This is going to take forever for me to get out."

"It's not coming out, Seb. This is your life now."

Sebastian sighed, but kept doodling on the heart-shaped scrap of paper in front of him. Maeve couldn’t see exactly he was drawing, but it looked like a delicate inked flowers.

“Who is your valentine for, Sebastian?” she asked.

“Maru.” A small smile tugged on the corner of his mouth.

“Your... sister?” From what Sam had told Maeve, this holiday was supposed to be for romantic interests. Perhaps she had misunderstood human customs, but fae had outlawed... relations between siblings, even half-siblings, centuries ago.

“Yeah. When we were younger, there weren’t that many kids to give valentines to, and we just kind of started making cards for each other. Now that I’m older, I’ll still make her cards sometimes, since I hardly see her, despite being in the same house.“ He said all this with a certain softness that she’d never seen him use before, a slightly melancholic but still hopeful gentleness.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Maeve murmured, leaning close. Abigail and Sam were squabbling about the glitter again, as well a show much lace Same really needed to include.

“It looks a doily!” Abigail shouted, brandishing it in his face. “You could be a bit more subtle, Sam!”

“I think it looks pretty, and so will she!” he shouted back, trying to snatch his card from Abigail’s grasp.

“Should we separate them?” Maeve asked, worried they might cause actual bodily harm if left to their own devices.

Sebastian leaned back, resting his feet squarely on the table, a smirk the only discernable emotion on his face. “Nah. This is the perfect way to pregame Valentine’s Day.”

[madamelokiofasgard]

Well....I know I said I’d post more...and then I failed. And then the world fell apart.

Update, should the few who still remember me be wondering how I’m doing during this mess:

Staying safe over here as best I can with my family. My son had no school only doing online work since Spring Break. I started off that week with very bad allergies that developed into a very bad and very painful ear infection. I tried to treat myself, as since the pandemic began mid my misery. I failed. It was too painful and so I eventually had to get to the doctor, scared I was get worse and catch COVID since I catch literally anything and my immune system was already shot from the infection and the allergies.

I’m better now, tho I’m allergic to a lot of different things so it’s coming and going and so, while my pain is gone, my ear keeps getting reclogged a bit. Not extreme like it was, but still annoying.

As for the rest: I’m lucky our local grocery store had starting doing curbside pickups and deliveries for about a year already just because. So that transition was easy and I was used to the system as my mum in law is disabled and unable to get more than a handful of stuff in the house by herself. So I do runs for her once every week and a half or so. It’s a long drive, as she lives in the country and her curbside store is in a separate town. I end up driving a total of 2 1/2- 3 hours round trip to do a grocery run for her, especially now.

My family however. My mom and dad and his wife and my uncle...they are scoffing at masks and believing in conspiracy theories and all that hypocritical nonsense I see from the right. It’s frustrating as hell. Especially as I check FB now and again, just to see if some old friends are okay, make sure people I know are well. But then I see all the bullshit the fam posts and

I just get frustrated. Normally I’ll post a random meme. Or something cute. Or uplifting. Maybe something passive aggressive because I don’t share my opinions on there because it always leads to an argument, but it’s never anything direct or attacking them. Just and exhausted god or something on my own page, not even on anything they post. Generally I just avoid them. But everyone has limits.

I ended up posting an overall opinion covering the topics I’ve seen. Again, my page and none of theirs. And I’m descended upon for my few cuss words that aren’t directly attacking anyone just as emphasis words. And that my opinion is mine but they don’t understand how I can be so angry at people for simply disagreeing with me and attacking them. When I haven’t. (This was my mother btw) despite the fact that her brother posts shit attacking “libs and Dems”. All day every day. I post something ONCE as an opinion and I’m descended upon as the troubled one.

It’s so troubling and disheartening. I’m just so tired.

My anxiety and depression are getting worse. I’m having anxiety dreams I haven’t had in seven years. This whole thing is taking a toll on me, but I’m moving forward as I always do.

Been watching my fav streamers (tho I am missing Critical Role a lot, I’m at least getting husband thru the first campaign finally). Also been playing Animal Crossing, and it really is so helpful during all this. It’s making things easier. Doing these little tasks in a game, watching a fav streamer just punching chunks in Minecraft. It’s cathartic.

But I’m alive and safe, and I miss so many of you. Especially my old roski ram. I miss you all so much. I hope you are all well and safe. Read thru my old rp recently, wanting to just read something and feeling sentimental. And boy, do I miss Loki. And miss Being Loki. I felt more whole and confident in those days. More in control. I need to channel that again, especially now.

Anyway. Hope you’re all well. I’ll drop by when I can, but I make no promises now. It won’t be consistent. If you’re interested, I’m on Twitter. @MadMadameK so stop by. I’m usually skimming thru there and posting things now and again. Sometimes CR related. Or BTS. Or Mystic Messenger. Or The Untamed. Some memes and cute things. Just a bunch of stuff. Hope you’re all well.

[rosesfromcth]

Marry Me (CTH)

So it is @singt0mecalum ‘s 23 birthday. And I love her very much and she loves calum hood very much. Idk I just wanted to tell her about how much he loves her. Han, i hope you had an amazing day in your fav place.

Also I’m so happy cal dyed his hair back for your birthday.

“Cal,” you call as you enter your apartment, sliding your heels off and placing your bag down on the ground by the door. “I’m home.”

You head to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, you slip on Calum’s Miami shirt and a pair of athletic shorts before tying your hair up into two mini buns.

“Hey baby, how was work?’ Calum asks as he enters the room behind you, his arms wrapping around you waist as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“It was good. How was the studio today?” You lean into his embrace, happy to be enveloped in him.

“Oh, I didn’t go to the studio today. I had a bunch of errands to take care of.” He whispers. “Let’s have a movie night, I ordered pizza from your favorite place for us. We can make snacks and watch Disney movies?”

You don’t have work the next day so you nod your head before turning in his arms to wrap your arms around him. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, just holding onto each other.

“Okay, go choose the movie and I’ll pop some popcorn and get some other snacks ready.” He says before kissing your cheek again and pulling away. You grab onto his hand as he pulls away and follow him to the kitchen where you separate as you walk to the living room to pick a few movies out.

You settle on Tangled for you and Frozen for Calum before settling into the couch and grabbing a blanket to wrap yourself into.

The blender starts whirring from the kitchen so you get up to see what he’s working on.

“Can I help you?” You ask, walking into the open kitchen.

“Nope.” He smiles. “Just relax. I got this.”

He turns back to the blender. There are a tray of snack foods sitting on the island, so you grab those and bring them out to your coffee table before returning to the kitchen to grab paper plates and the pizza box. When you have everything laid out on the counter, you sit back down on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you.

You smile to yourself. What did you do to deserve a man like Calum? Here he is, pampering you and letting you choose the Disney movies even though he must get sick of them, and it’s not even your birthday or an anniversary.

He joins you in the living room, you look at him carefully, taking in his features, his dark brown curls, his round cheeks and his sparkly eyes. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Not for the first time, you realize how happy you are and how lucky you are in life. He is kind to you, he’s constantly making you laugh and he always laughs at your horrible jokes. He is thoughtful and intelligent. He makes you feel the way no one else ever has. You always smile when he’s around. Your cheeks constantly flush at the mention of his name. Everything reminds you of him.

“What?” He asks when he notices you staring.

“Nothing.” He hands you a cold, freshly blended margarita. You appreciatively look at the salt on the rim and the lime balanced on the edge.

“Thanks,” The beverage is cold and sweet sliding down your throat. You lick the salt off of the rim, smirking at Calum slightly. He shakes his head at you but holds back a laugh.

He reaches forward to press play on the movie and then leans back and places an arm around your shoulders so you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your legs quickly find his and wrap themselves together to absorb his heat. You hear the patter of dukes feet on the hardwood floors as he comes bounding across the living room from his bed. He tries to jump up on to the couch but isn’t able to make it up the whole way. So you reach down and give him a boost up and he immediately lays across both of your laps. The two of you softly talk about your days and the movies and other random things as the movie plays, you sing the duets together and giggle about little things.

After Tangled comes to an end, you move the empty pizza box the floor with your garbage while Cal refreshes your drinks. Duke hops down from where he’d been cuddled in between the two of you and moves to his bed.

Calum comes back and hands you a new drink.

You let him get situated on the couch again and lean back into him, ready to start the next movie. AS you reach to grab the remote, Calum places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“What’s up?” You look at him.

“I have something to ask you.” He starts, not quite meeting your eyes. He reaches out and grabs your hands.

“Okay.”

“First off, I want to thank you. For staying with me through the years, no matter what, no matter the distance or time we were apart, the highs and the lows, no matter how rough it got, you were always there. You have been my rock since I met you.” He says. “My goal is to be that for you, to be even half as good as you are to me. You deserve so much in this world and I hope I can give it to you. For some reason, you chose me when you could’ve had anyone you wanted.”

His hands continue to play with your fingers as he talks.

“I love you so much, and I will love you more and more every day for the rest of my life. I am so completely yours and I want you to be mine forever.” He pulls one hand from yours and reaches into his pocket. At this point, you are tearing up.

The two of you had discussed marriage, a lot more recently so you had known it was coming. But you didn’t know how he would do it. He kept telling you he was going to surprise you and you assumed he meant he would do it in some big elaborate way. But this? This was the best surprise he could’ve given you. It is perfect for the two of you, at home with duke, eating pizza and watching Disney movies.

“Ah shit.” He groans. “Where is it?” He’s standing up now, flipping cushions over. You can’t help but laugh. Of course, he would lose the ring.

“I swear it was in my pocket. I’ve had it for a year but I was waiting till we were on a break from tour and I wanted it to be perfect and now I am messing it up.” He rambles. “Maybe I dropped it.”

Calum drops to his knees to look under the couch and shakes his head when he doesn’t see it.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He holds out his hand, motioning for you to sit. So you do, you sit on the couch and wait, giggling softly as you hear him move furniture around and groan in frustration. Eventually, he must give up, because he walks back out with his hands in his pocket.

“I’m so sorry.” He says. “I don’t know what happened to it. But I’ll find it,” he trails off as Duke lets out a bark. Both of you look over at him and see him pawing something black and small. His mouth is chewing on the corner of the item.

When you realize what he has, you completely lose it.

“Duke!” Calum groans. “Seriously, you have to share her with me. I had her first. Come on! Give it to me!” He rushes over to the bed and pries the small box out of Duke’s paws.

When he finally gets the box, he walks back over to where you are laughing on the couch.

This was seriously the best engagement story.

“Wait,” you say between laughs. “Hold on.” You walk over to where the now sad puppy is resting and pick him up.

“Okay. I am ready now.” You say standing next to Calum, holding Duke in your right arm.

For the second time that night, Calum takes a hold of your left hand. This time however, he kneels down on to the ground.

“I love you so much. I want to make you happy every day for the rest of your life. I want to see you grow and succeed. I want to have a family with you. I want to be yours for the rest of my life.” The laughter has subsided, and now you both have tears on your smiling cheeks. He opens the box and holds it out to you. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course I will marry you, Calum.” You exclaim as you sink to your knees and kiss him.

When he pulls back, he slips the ring out of the box and places it on your left hand, where it belongs. He then scratches Duke’s head before pulling him from your grasp and setting him on the ground next to the disregarded ring box.

“I love you and I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“I love you, future Mrs. Hood.”