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Jack Griffo and Kira Kosarin +more of the cast at the movie premiere of "The Thundermans Return" in California yesterday!
I wanna talk about the outfits, because Kira and Jack both look so elegant and are clearly matching with the blue theme and then there's Diego X'D. I just imagine Phoebe and Max clearly coordinating their outfits (+never admitting it) and shining at every event in Metroburg, while everyone else just goes in whatever they feel is fitting. Also this video loaded for ages. Still worth it.
#thundermans#the thundermans return#the thundermans#jack griffo#kira kosarin#diego velazquez#chris tallman#rosa blasi#maya le clark#addison wasn't there unfortunately#jake borelli#audrey whitby#helen hong#thundertwins#the twins are twinning and it's just everything#I hope everyone had so much fun!!!#it was a premier for them (not open to the public)
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Dating Derek Shepherd Headcanons(remastered)
Paring: Derek Shepherd x Reader
Summary: headcanons about being Meredith Grey's cousin and dating McDreamy. -SMUT warning!
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Your story starts at a coffee shop, sounds simple but your interaction really wasn't. You first met Derek a few months before your internship at the hospital. You just moved to Seattle with your cousin Meredith Grey and your meeting with Derek was totally unexpected but you'll never forget it.
Now, as weird or stereotypical it may sound it was love at first sight to Derek. You were there by yourself studying a medical book and Derek just happened to be walking by and saw you in the window.
He literally stopped when he saw you.
He wanted to talk to you so bad but he chickened out at first. In his eyes you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You were right there and he finally worked up the courage to talk to you.
“Why would an amazing woman like you even talk to someone like me? That was the first thing he'd ever said to you and the words that fell from his mouth surprised you both.
you but you couldn't help but blush at his boldness.“Why not?”
The both of you talked into the day. You brought up that you were starting your intern year and he brought up he was a nero attending. Surprisingly you both failed to mention what hospital you were working at.
He was the first person to actually ask what you wanted to do in the medical field. To you it always felt like an unspoken rule that you and Meredith would become general Surgeons, that's not what you wanted and for some reason when he asked that you felt you could trust him.
“no one's ever asked me that before”
“well, I am” Derek smiled sencerly.
“I thought about Peds or Truama as my specialty”
He was pretty much smitten by you from the start. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you and for you a guy has never looked at you the way he did. It made you blush and feel things you never felt before.
“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked blushing.
“because your beautiful”
It was like he was something out of a romance book.
Even though it was the best conversation you had in a long time you unfortunately had to leave and meet Meredith some where. Derek wasn't about to let you go just yet so he offered to walk you to where you had to meet Meredith.
Then he asked for your number. It just felt too good to be true when it came to him, so you decided to mess with him a little bit. “you could be a masked murderer for all I know”
He would just chuckle and not take it personally. “there's always that possibility... Come on live a little”
You gave in with a loving heart. You wrote your number and drew a heart on a sticky note then stuck to his chest where his heart was.
Your first date was simple but romantic. You told him you weren't into anything too extravagant, so you went to a nice Italian restaurant and you talked the whole hole time.
You talked about anything and everything. Favorite movies, favorite childhood memories. You talked about why you guys became doctors, but failed to mention you both would be working at Seattle Grace Hospital.
Communication won't be a problem in your relationship. You both just find it so easy to talk to each other.
Later that night you went to your place and watched a movie. You almost kissed, but you made a rule not to kiss on the first date. Derek respected that and didn't have a problem waiting for you.
But you couldn't help it, your first kiss happened on the fourth date. You were at the movies and you couldn't help but lean into each other. The kiss was passionate and sweet. He held you and treated you like you were the only girl in the world.
The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.
He never felt this way with anyone, not even Addison.
You guys were dating for about a month before you started your internship at the hospital. You were suprised when Dr. Bailey asinged you to be on his service, you didn't even know he was an Attending there.
When you saw him you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into an on-call room. “so you work here?”
He smirked. “yeah and so do you apparently”
Even though your relationship was growing stronger by the minute and it was going at a pace you both were comfortable with, you were worried about the fact you were an intern and he was an Attending.
You explained this, but he wasn't worried he just stared at you like a love sick puppy the whole time you talked. You sighed. “stop looking at me like that”
“like what? Like your the most beautiful woman in the world” he clicked his tough and shrugged with a stupid, adorable smirk. “sorry, I can't just not do that”
So you powered through it and ignored the whispers and honestly it made you two stronger as a couple.
You have an old black Labrador that is your protector and shadow. He didn't like Derek at first. Your dog Duke would stare him down every time he came over to the house, grumble at him and make sure to sleep on Derek's side of the bed, and he will shove his way between you if Derek was hugging you.
“there's this old soul that's just really hates my guts”
After a while Duke dose warm up to him and the two become quite close. If he works the night shift he'll pet Duke before he leaves and tells the dog to take care of you while he's gone. “take care of her buddy”
Your a Peds surgeon, you always look forward to having surgeries with him if the patient needs him.
You steal his ferry boat scrub cap all the time. You'd just get done with a surgery wearing it and when you come out of the OR you'd see Derek leaning against the wall with his arms crossed waiting for you. “I was looking for that... I didn't have it during my surgery”
You'd just shrugged and give him a cute smile. “but I love this one”
“your lucky you look cute in it”
He is your biggest supporter. Derek is your absolute number #1 fan, everything you do amazes him. You've never had a man supporting and encouraging you every day and night.
He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.
This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.
“cuddle me?” he asked, giving you puppy eyes and holding his arms open. You smiled and cuddle up to his chest.
Your always resuring him that your always gonna be by his side. With that I think he's secretary insecure, Addison cheating on him really did a number on him. He trusts you, 100% but deep down he has this fear you'd find someone better.
You always tell him he's the only one for you and you love him “your so Handsome, have I ever told you that?”
“Yes dear, so many times” he smiled.
He leaves post-it notes all around the house for you. You find them everywhere. In your bag, the book your reading at the time. On top of your favourite cup. Stuck onto the mirror in the bathroom, if he has to get up and go to the hospital late into the night heal leave one on his pillow. He loves those little details. Loves to write you silly or romantic notes because he knows how much you love them.
Your Favorite one he ever wrote was, 'If I were to kiss you and then go to hell I would, so then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it.'
You've kept every single note he's writin you.
He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
He'll learn quickly your a book warm. Sometimes if your reading and not giving him any attention he'll wedge his way between you and the book, resting his head on your chest.
Like I said, he flirts with you so much. Some times he'll come up behind you while your working and whispere suggestive comment in your ear or grab your ass.
Watching old Universal monster movies together and the show The Munsters.
If it's a smut book you get really secretive about and he'll notice quickly. “What you reading?” you blush and hold the book away from him. “nothing”
If he gets a hold of the book and reads a steamy part if the book he'd want to try everything he read with you.
Your hospital 'nickname' would probably be bookworm, but then after you and derek get married it'll be Lady Shepherd. Mark will tease you sometimes and call you McWife.
Speaking of which you and Mark become pretty good friends surprisingly. It'll scare Derek at first and in the back of his mind he'll have this fear of Mark sleeping with you.
“I'm not gonna lie she's beautiful... But I promise I won't do that to you ever again” Mark said to Derek.
Even if you're good friends with Mark he's not your person. Callie is your person and later on you become close to April and kinda become her guard dog.
When you fight you both always feel guilty. It hurts Derek seeing you so said. What makes it worse for him is when he's the reason for your pain. He's always the first to apologize. He hold you from behind, whispering he's sorry over and over.
“don't McDreamy me”
“McDreamy is being a McAss”
He drives like a maniac. Plain and simple. “Jesus Christ, Derek, we Are Not on a race track, why Are You Going so Fast?!!?!?”
He's a car guy. Old classic cars, muscle cars, race cars, anything. You don't really care for cars except for the iconic ones in movies or TV shows. “you just want a 67 impala because it's in 'Supernatural”
He may tease you about it, but he'd definitely try and find one for you. He's got that neurosurgeon money, so he can afford it😂
You guys play 'slug bug' or 'punch buggy'(whatever you call it), but he changes the rules a lot. “it's a water cooled one, it don't count”
“Yes it does!” you sighed and punched his shoulder again.
And don't even think about putting your feet on the dash of his car. “if we get in wreak your gonna go threw the windshield... And your gonna mess up the dash, get your feet down”
If you make him a bracelet he's never taking it off. You both probably have matching bracelets made of paracord or beads.
Your Song is 'you took the words right out of my mouth' by Meatloaf.
Ferry boat rides all the time. Sometimes just to get to work or maybe it'll be for a small date.
You definitely screw on one though...
God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.
It won't take him long to open up to you about what happened to his father and how he felt about Amilea's drug addiction.
He wishes his dad got to meet you. “he would have loved you”
Now, his mom loves you. She thinks you balance Derek out quite well. She was a little concerned ablut the age gap at first, but she quickly found out you and derek love each other more than anything.
After the hospital shooting his mom will call you and check on you after she knows for certain Derek's okay. Her husband was shot and killed, so she wanted call you and check on you since you almost lost Derek the same way she lost her husband.
Now all of his sisters, aside from Liz hates you. It breaks Derek's heart. Nancy really doesn't like you and for no apparent reason too. It pissed Derek off so much when Nancy kept calling you a 'sluty intern` when she first met her.
“she's not sluty! She's beautiful, Smart. She has a heart of gold... You nothing about her, not a damn thing. You don't know the things that damn hospital says about her just because we we're together, you don't know the fact she's been through so much she only feels safe in my arms. She keeps get pushed down, but some how she gets back up still smiling.... Don't you ever call her Sluty again”
He's a family man and deserves one. When Alex did the medical project with the kids from Africa you and derek get assigned to a orphaned 6 year old boy named Atticus. He was of Asian decent and no one knew how he ended up with the group.
Neither one of you cold explain it, but you guys just knew he was your kid. You and derek were the only two he trust and once all his medical stuff was settled you adopted him.
Later on you two have twins. One boy named Jason and a daughter named Charlotte. They both look like Derek, but have your eyes.
He can be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.
He's soft with you. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.
If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to lay his head on your chest. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.
He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough day at the hospital.
He can turn you on so easily, one look and you know to head into a spare on-call room.
NSFW headcanons:
He's that perfect mixture of slow and passionate but when you've had a stressful day and you need a little bit harder, a little rougher he will provide.
If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.
He's a boob man, He’ll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around while he squeezes your hips.
He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.
he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.
He probably knows your body better than you do. He knows every single one of your ticks.
Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.
He didn't realize how much he actually liked it untill you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”
He love getting head. He loves having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.
Bondeg kink, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything.
He needs to be in control....
He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.
He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.
If you try to hold back your noises or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”
But he also lives for the moments where it's just sensual and gentle. He secretly loves just holding you and kissing you slowly.
He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush.
“God, your so beautiful”
He's very skilled with his tounge, he loves eating you out. your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
Biting, he's loves marking you up. There has been many times you had to cover your neck with makeup, but most of the bite marks are on your thighs.
Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.
If you want to take a shower and get cleaned up, Derek will lift you up in his arms and carry you to shower, he'll hold you safe and will be extremely gentle with your sensitive body.
Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I?”
He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare. you want a warm bath? Done. You want massages? Done. You ask, he delivers. All he cares about is your comfort, he insists on cleaning up any mess that's on you or the bed. If he sees any marks or bruises he will apologize for that with a soft smile on his face.
#Derek shepherd headcanons#Derek shepherd x reader#Derek shepherd imagines#Derek shepherd smut#Greys anatomy imagines#Patrick Dempsey#Greys anatomy x reader#Greys anatomy
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Can I please have an imagine where the reader is dating Addison Montgomery and they decide that they want to try for a baby via sperm donor. Fast forward a few months and the reader finds out she’s pregnant. When she tells Addison she is over the moon. She kisses the reader and ends up proposing to her. Another fast forward and they end up having a baby boy. Fluffy please?
❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒔 ❜
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Addison Montgomery x f!reader ♡
𝘼/𝙣: So sorry for the wait, I wasn't feeling good :( But I hope you'll like it!
What's more beautiful than being with someone you like? It's hard to say. You and Addison looked so good together and you both recently decided to try for a baby. Both you and her were thrilled with this choice and were looking forward to nothing more than to have a family.
Since Addison had little chance of getting pregnant, everything was staked on you, the idea of carrying your child made you even more proud and eager to become a mother.
You started with a few donations, choosing a decent donor was as hard as fun, but unfortunately you weren't immediately lucky. You were both doctors, you knew it would take time, so you didn't let yourself be discouraged. Let's say that after other unsuccessful attempts, your enthusiasm gradually vanished, but Addison had that energy that she was able to transmit to you continuously, so you continued to believe it. God, how much you loved her.
Finally, just when you didn't expect it, it happened. You were pregnant. The answer to the test was more than clear, you must have watched it at least a dozen times before realizing it. You couldn't wait to tell her, you were so happy, her reaction would surely be double yours. And to surprise her by venting all your happiness, you have prepared an excellent dinner.
Addison returned about two hours later, it seemed more for you. She followed the delicious smell coming from the room where you were, welcoming you with a warm smile and giving you a light kiss on your lips.
"Wow, I'm so hungry" she said as you turned to her. "Hey, what's up?" she asked you having noticed your particular happiness.
"Addison Forbes Montgomery" you took her hands, making her feel more curious. "You have no idea how much I'll love you seeing you with our baby" her face lit up, she was probably still reworking. You placed her hands on your belly.
"You- you're pregnant?" her smile became the most beautiful thing for you in that moment.
"Yeah!" you exclaimed, unable to hold back your tears.
"Oh my God Y/n!" she kissed you intensely, then stopping everything to say something.
"Y/n L/n, you'll make me the happiest person giving me a baby and becoming my wife" she looked at your eyes, her words looked so serious and full of love. At that point the tears increased, you didn't know if for the hormones you had taken or for the inexplicable happiness, maybe for both. You began to sob laughing, unable to control yourself.
"Yes, yes, yes!!! I'd love to become your wife" you kissed her again, this time longer than before.
So the wedding and the baby have been the only priority to you in this period. Both had decided that the wedding would be after the baby's birth, also because you didn't want to seem an awful monster on the best day of your life.
For the baby you had done every possible exam, you wanted a beautiful healthy baby, and you'd do everything to make it sure. The funniest thing was that, well, barring your stupid hormones and weird cravings for food that no one would ever eat, you couldn't agree on just one name, you might even have combined all possibilities at the cost of pleasing both. He was a baby boy, and she'd liked to call him Henry, but you liked Jess more. So... Jenry...? For a while you thought that was better to stop thinking about it, at the sight of the baby it was hoped that the name would be chosen immediately.
When you was in labor she was in surgery, trying to save another baby. Let's say it, you were very stubborn, you would even have been able to stop labor with all your might just to have Addison with you.
"Where the fuck is the girl who's gonna be my wife?! I want her here!" you were yelling at anyone trying to calm you down, then Addison finally caught up with you and you began to realize the situation better.
"We're meeting our son, oh my God Y/n it's awesome, I love you so much!" she squeezed your hand as you screamed in pain between the thrusts.
"No, it's not-" you tried to tell her referring to the 'beautiful' experience you were passing at that moment.
When you were finally able to hug your son you did nothing but look at him laughing with tears in your eyes, you didn't believe that such a beautiful thing could grow inside you.
"Ryle" you said. "He's name is Ryle" you looked at Addison and then turned towards the cute baby boy you held.
"Yeah, Ryle. It's perfect" she kissed your forehead and gently stroked the baby's cheek.
In these two months Ryle had already grown a lot, he was becoming more and more adorable. Well, during your wedding ceremony he cried and screamed almost all the time, but somehow it made it special.
As soon as he was with either of you he calmed down, and there were no words to describe that feeling, where the son recognizes his own mother. But you can say you're proud of everything, of you, of Addison, of Ryle, of all of you together.
#addison montgomery#addison montgomery x reader#addison montgomery imagine#greys anatomy#grey's anatomy#greys anatomy x reader#greys anatomy imagine#y/n#fanfics#my writing#requests
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Valentine's Gift For Dsnzfb
Hi @dsnzfb! I was your secret snz Valentine! I wrote some P/hoenix and E/dgeworth for you, I hope you like it!
Story features: allergies, holdbacks, stuck sneezes, very very slight character-with-the-kink, and E/dgeworth being the flustered mess we know and love.
Unfortunate truth the first: M/iles E/dgeworth was allergic to cherry blossoms.
Unfortunate truth the second: he had made this -fascinating- discovery due to the limited-edition Spring In Neo Olde Tokyo Samurai & Pink Princess Scented Plushie Set, a Valentine's Day-adjacent product of which only two hundred had been manufactured and sold.
Unfortunate truth the third: he had a meeting with W/right in approximately five minutes to discuss an upcoming case the man wanted E/dgeworth's advice about, and he very much did not want his...rival? friend? Crush...to know that he had purchased such an item. Yes, he no longer deluded himself into thinking that W/right wasn't at least a bit aware that he was a closet Steel Samurai fan, but owning a -bright pink- -highly romantic- -Valentine's themed- -limited edition- plushie set wasn't something he was -quite- ready to admit to the man who stirred in him such complicated (unnecessary) feelings.
Unfortunate truth the fourth: W/right was early for the meeting, for once in the man's blasted life, and E/dgeworth had time to do nothing but shove the plushie set in the top drawer of his desk and close said drawer, desperately hoping that the teasing, tickling scent would remain trapped inside for the duration of his conversation with W/right.
W/right hadn't even finished laying out the case documents he'd brought for E/dgeworth to look over when his hope was squashed.
He can smell it. The horrible, cloying, artificial cherry blossom scent. He's not sure if it's because his desk isn't doing enough to block it out or because enough of the perfume had spread into the office air before he sealed away the offending plushie, but he can smell it.
And oh, his nose -tickles.-
When M/iles E/dgeworth is allergic to something, he's not the kind of man who sniffs delicately or has a slight cough or develops hives or anything along those lines. No, E/dgeworth's allergies manifest in one way and one way only:
Enormous, trumpeting sneezes that simply -cannot- be stifled and -cannot- be stopped.
And, of course, -always- seem to come in fits.
He needs, he realizes, to hold off the fit until W/right has left. He remembers the other man having been aware of his massive fits when they were children together, back when it was a source of humor rather than embarrassment, but he does not want his rival-friend-possibly-crush-definitely-someone-he-wants-to-impress to know that he is STILL plagued by such undignified sneezes.
It is not going to be an easy task.
The scent is everywhere, in every breath. He breathes through his mouth, and it helps not the slightest. His nose wants desperately to twitch, to hitch, and keeping his face still is a Herculean task.
Still he tries.
And tries.
But oh, he has to -sneeze-.
And then, of course, it gets worse, because he's supposed to be helping W/right with a case, so it's not like he is able to simply stay quiet throughout the meeting. Soon, W/right has finished listing out the facts of the case - as though E/dgeworth hadn't researched it beforehand, which he of course had - and is asking the prosecutor for his opinion.
"The reason my client, Mr. Blossom, is accused of the murder is because the victim, Miss Addison Shoo, recently purchased a huge bouquet of flowers from his shop, Blossom's Blossoms. She had a boyfriend, who she planned to gift the flowers to. The prosecutor - one of the Paynes, although I can't for the life of me remember which one - is going to insist that the flowers were poisoned, because the victim's cause of death was poison."
"That's patently ridiculous," E/dgeworth responds. For a moment, he's so caught up in the insanity of the Payne's accusation that he conquers the tickle, getting out a full sentence. But then, he takes in a breath to speak more, and the tickle spikes, driving deep into the back of his nose. For a moment, the sneeze feels like an inevitability, and his attempt to get out his next words without hitching is a miserable failure. "How could flah...ehhh...flowers be poisoned?"
He hopes Wright won't catch the hitch.
He hopes in vain.
"Are you all right, M/iles?" the defense attorney asks in that damnably soft, stupidly caring voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can-"
"I'm fine!" the prosecutor snaps. Do not let your voice hitch, he tells himself. Do not take in a sharp breath. Do not allow your traitorous nose to twitch. You are in control. You are -fine-.
He is not fine.
"I am merely ahh...noyed that a prosecutor in my employ could make such a..." Here he pauses, forcing another hitch back, back, desperately trying to conquer the tickle. For a moment, he emerges victorious. "Such a ridiculous accusation. The poison must have been delivered another way."
W/right looks down, eagerly shuffling through the papers, presumably looking through the record of the victim's final hours for any sort of other method by which the poison might have entered her body. E/dgeworth takes advantage of the other man's brief distraction to press a single longer, aristocratic finger underneath his nose.
For a moment, it works. For a moment, it is bliss. The tickle subsides, and E/dgeworth keeps the finger pressed where it is for one, two, three, four, five glorious seconds. Then W/right looks back up, and E/dgeworth hurriedly removes his finger and tries to act as though he was simply adjusting his cravat.
For one blessed moment, he thinks the tickle is gone.
Then that scent, that horrid -scent- invades his nostrils once more, and he knows that he is wrong. Worst, he has misjudged the situation, quite badly.
Holding his finger under his nose had only allowed the tickle to incubate. Now, when it returns, it is sharper, fiercer, a battering ram against his formerly iron defenses.
He dares not move. He dares not speak. He dares not -breathe-.
He just needs to fight this cresting wave, and then the tickle will surely, -surely- back down again. He just needs to be strong for a little longer, and he will not sneeze. He! Will! Not! Sneeze!
"Huh, wait, this is weird," W/right says, his brow furrowing as he notices an odd detail in the paperwork he is scanning. "It says here that Miss Shoo was financially unstable, having lost her job a few weeks ago and not found any new one - but according to Mr. Blossom's testimony, she purchased the most expensive bouquet in the shop."
Oh, it tickles. Oh, it -tickles-.
"Consisting entirely of rare and exotic flowers-"
Do not sneeze. Stay strong.
"like passion lilies, birds of paradise..."
"Ahhh..." Okay, that had been a hitch, but acceptable damages, W/right had been too caught up in expounding on his new theory to notice.
"....oh, and hmm, also it looks like the bouquet contained a lot of..."
No, W/right, do not say it, or I shall lose this battle! E/dgeworth thought as his nose twitches and throbs. Somehow he knows that even the word will set him off, will remind him of the scent that invades his nostrils.
"...sprigs and sprigs of fresh cherry blossoms."
"HAH'SCHUUUUUUU!" The sneeze is out of him before he can even think to stifle or hold back. His allergies are so severe that even hearing the word -cherry blossom- was enough to spark a sneeze.
W/right looks up, shocked. "Ble-" he starts to say.
"kSCHUUU! hah'SCHUUU!" Two more sneezes follow before he can even get the word out.
"M/iles, are you all right? We can postpone if you-"
The tickle is still there, but he fights, he -fights.- "No, W/right, please, it was merely a brief irritation." He is not going to sneeze any more. He is not going to reveal the allergen tucked within his drawer that he had so foolishly purchased. "Continue."
"Okay, if you're sure..." W/right doesn't look sure, and E/dgeworth does not -feel- sure, not with the tickle still battering against his nasal defenses, not without now knowing just how -wonderful- the relief of a good sneeze had felt, but onward he presses.
"Well, purchasing such an expensive bouquet surely implies that she had come into some money, somehow? And we know it wasn't a new job, at least not anything official - she was constantly active on social media, and she posted about all of her previous jobs the same day she was hired."
"Heh..." E/dgeworth agrees with a hitchy nod. There's another sneeze building, and he's tempted just to let it out. He's embarrassed, true, but he'd already sneezed in front of W/right and admitted to a "slight" tickle in his nose (although "slight" is not -really- the word he would use to describe it) and so another sneeze would not seem -that- strange. And this is a devilishly tickly one.
So he'll let it out, he decides. It feels like a single, and not a particularly large one, by his standards, and it will probably go a long way towards alleviating the teasing tickle.
Only, now that he's decided that, it seems that the sneeze doesn't -want- to come out.
"Heh...ahhh..." He hitches under his breath, trying to urge it a long. Just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying everything in his power -not- to sneeze, and now the sneeze simply...won't come.
"She hah...hahh...hahhh...d a boyfriend, didn't she? Wouldn't such a bouquet make sense for a romantic gift?" He breathes in through his nose as he talks, trying to urge more of the tickly scent into his nasal passages, but the dastardly odor seems to have at last dissipated, because the sneeze remains firmly stuck.
W/right eyes him oddly, but has the good sense not to question him. That, or he's genuinely too caught up in the discussion of the case to notice. "Yes, but they'd only been officially dating for three months, and it didn't seem from Miss Shoo's posts that things were getting serious yet. And it wasn't any sort of anniversary, or his birthday, and they definitely weren't getting engaged or moving in together or anything of the sort."
Breathe in, breathe out. Tickle, tickle. Sneeze, damn you, sneeze! he tells himself. But it won't happen. It will not come. The sneeze is well and truly stuck.
"So she wasn't in a financial place to buy him a fancy bouquet with no reason..."
His nostrils flare. "Ahh...heh..." For a moment, he thinks he has it. But no, the damned thing backs away again.
"...and there -is- no obvious reason, which makes me think it has something to do with money. She had gotten some, and was planning to surprise him with the bouquet alongside the good news. It would make sense - Mr. Blossom confirmed that the boyfriend was a regular customer of his, and his social media is full of pictures of his houseplants. He was a known flower fan."
"Did Mi...did Miss...heh...ahhh...Did Miss Sha....Miss Ah....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...." Even the victim's name seems to tease him, reminding him of the sneeze he desperately wants to release from his poor, tormented nose. "Did Miss Shahh...Shaaaaahhh....Ahhh..." The tickle is poised right there on the edge, but it -just won't come out-, there's nothing he can do, he can't talk without hitching, can't -breathe- without hitching, but he just simply cannot SNEEZE!
"M/iles, please, just sneeze if you need to. You don't have to hold back on my account. I'm not grossed out or anything, I promise."
"That's nahh...nahhh....not..." His voice has taken on a helpless, whining tone that he hates more than anything. "It's stah...stuck!"
"Oh." The tone of W/right's voice is not pity or amusement as he had dreaded, but genuine concern, mixed with...Interest? Fascination?
Between gasping breaths, E/dgeworth looks up. The defense attorney's eyes are locked on his face - no, on his desperately twitching, flaring nose. In those eyes are an intensity E/dgeworth almost never sees outside of the courtroom.
The evidence leads to only one conclusion, although he cannot for the life of him figure out -why- it is so:
P/hoenix W/right wants him to sneeze.
And he wants to sneeze, too, now. The tickle has been teasing him for well over a minute, he cannot -breathe- without even gasping.
Throwing caution to the wind, E/dgeworth flings open the drawer, freeing the awful cherry blossom-scented plushies within. A wave of faintly floral air bursts upward, and the sneeze crests at last.
"KA'SCHOOO! ahhhhCHOOOO! haaaaaa....ahhh....ACHOO! KER'SCHOO! AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Well, not sneeze, but -sneezes-.-
When the fit has calmed at last, the expression on P/hoenix W/right's face has moved from mere interest into something pointed and dark, filled with the promise of very, -very- interesting discoveries for a curious prosecutor to make should he pry further.
In a move far more spontaneous than he is used to making, he hands the scented plushies to the defense attorney. "Happy Valentine's Day, W/right," he manages to get out before gearing up for yet another tortured, allergic sneeze. "HAH'SCHOOO!"
"Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed," W/right murmurs, the case documents on the desk completely forgotten as he thoroughly examines his new acquisition.
(M/iles E/dgeworth's theory about the affect his sneezes have on one P/hoenix W/right turns out to be correct, and the scented Steel Samurai and Pink Princess plushies quickly become both the bane and the blessing of his existence over the next many, many nights spent in W/right's arms. Eventually, they do manage to solve the case, finding the stub of a winning lottery ticket that had been purchased by a Miss Addison Shoo but cashed in by her boyfriend, a Mr. O. Bviousguilt. During the trial, the cherry-blossom filled bouquet becomes a key piece of evidence, much to the delight of a certain defense attorney and the frustration of a poor prosecutor who decides to support his -own- new boyfriend by watching the whole thing from the gallery, a sneezy, allergic mess throughout the trial but there to cheer P/hoenix on regardless.)
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Re: medical school in your post abt Watson and Holmes' ages: "medical school" isn't a thing in the UK. You study medicine as an undergraduate (i.e. straight out of school at 18) and the course takes 5-6 years depending on the university. So Watson's age is perhaps 18 + 5/6 + some years (?) in the army, i.e. 26 at least.
Hi Nonny, thank you so much for the information! Based on my research into the late 1800's, a five to six year medical school stint is less likely (though possible): most men going to medical school (read: attending university with the intent to get a medical degree, though there were some institutions that were only for studying medicine) and graduating in the 1870's and 1880's were emerging with MD degrees at the ages of 22 or 23. There just wasn't as much medicine to be schooled in yet. So this doesn't change too much regarding Dr. John Watson's biography prior to A Study in Scarlet
Here are a handful of other doctors who graduated in the 1870's through 1900, for context.
Dr. Theodore Acland (graduated age 22)
Christopher Addison (graduated age 23)
Thomas Allinson (graduated age 21)
Alfred Barrs (graduated age 22)
Thomas Bond (Graduated age 24, known for his work in criminal profiling, particularly for his attempts to profile Jack the Ripper)
You'll notice that all of these last names start with A or B, and that's just an artifact of how I checked my work. Once I found a list of late 19th century english physicians, and looked up a dozen famous doctors of the approximate right era I quit looking: the ones that were in their middle or late twenties when receiving their degrees were in the minority, likely because, for reasons I mentioned in the original timeline: the Victorian doctor spent two to three years on his professional education before getting a degree and entering some sort of practice - whether he became an army doctor like Watson, worked in a hospital, or became a junior partner in another physician's practice.
Wikipedia does a large list of famous 18th century doctors, for anyone else looking to do a little recreational research today. I've been sticking to people with articles that are more than stubs, with definite years of birth and graduation, (So not William Henry Allchin, great name by the way, who received his degree at age 25 but who I just don't have the data on to know if he started medical school a couple years later than average or what,) and unfortunately to the men, to make sure I'm getting a broad enough sample of Watson's contemporaries, given that a lot of women who were doctors did not take the exact same route in their studies, either needing to spend more time traveling to institutions that would take them, being denied entry to their examinations due to gender, or a whole host of other things.
There were also a number of men finishing degrees at 25, even among the people I dismissed as being born too early to be a good comparison: not everybody went directly to medical school at 18 or 19, and of course you have to consider things like travel taking forever and disease being harder to treat when determining if any individual was a year behind or so in their course of study. Specializing into newer fields also took longer: briefly looking at people who went into neurology (then a much newer field) or specialized in pediatrics, they tended to gain their degrees a little later.
(Fun note: While scraping through this list I found a couple of famous fellows named Beddoes: whether we decide Watson is searching for aliases to protect the guilty or Doyle is inventing names for characters, we may know where he got the name for poor Mr. Trevor's friend in The Gloria Scott.)
As always, I am being incredibly normal about this. Hope it helped! Someone at least.
#Letters from Watson#victorians in context#UNFORTUNATELY my brain is Like This#welcome to self study hell#education during victorian times
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oh yeah here's tav! addison (or as i like to say ... taddie. bc haha tadpole .... okay bye)
basic rundown ( spoilers for act i mainly ) :
she was born to a dynasty of surgeons, doctors, spellcasters etc in baldur's gate
she's a medical doctor — trained surgeon to be precise, but god she is not a cleric and will go on a 'not all doctors are clerics fuck you' rant
a lover of wine, literature, and just having a good time mostly
she's a pacifist at heart so you can imagine how she feels with what happened to the goblins (yes, my party's on permanent knock ppl out mode)
oh on that note, she became an accidental necromancer... hahaha
being a variation of tav, she's special in the way that she has an innate ability to turn back time (never forward) — if you're familiar at all with "reset theories" this is what i'm going for. for those who don't know, the tldr is that she will remember every event that happens even if she goes to another spot in time (aka reloading a save state). she can't will it to happen. it triggers upon intense emotional responses. it's only been triggered twice in game. it'll take a toll on her and she won't be able to rest for at least two nights
so, that being said she is a sorcerer!
her main party at the moment are with shadowheart, karlach, and gale
she's definitely polyamorous. she has intense feelings for both shadowheart and gale, which is one of the points in the timeline that fucks her up the most
she really does like karlach, but probably wouldn't try to pursue a romance or whatever with her. they vibe. they get angry together. it's fun /*shrugs*
ACT ONE.
she accidentally got lae'zel killed by the tieflings who held her captive — she thought they'd leave the other in her hands but alas. they went into battle, rolled initiative and she wasn't fast enough to stop people... she still feels horrible about it
she's spurred events that lead to the druids attacking the tieflings twice — those were her two resets. she still feels guilty about it, even though the current timeline they are fine... mostly
needless to say, she did not side with the goblins. whilst she actively tried not to kill them, it's hard not to when you use magic and your self preservation instincts kick in
she didn't actually kill minthara, knocked her out real good and hoped she lived
she consumed a tadpole once and that was that
got beef with astarion, tbh they probably would've had hate sex or something idk man. it's a weird relationship she's either being really nice to him or roasting him alive
actively trying to get shadowheart the fuck outta sharran but like, won't judge her for her faith bc it's all she's got since her memories are literally taken away
she's learned to lie real well since travelling with the cohort
scratch, owlbear, arabella, plus mol's gang are her kids. do not fuck with them. i'm serious. she almost killed kagha during the first reset because of it.
unfortunately due to her being single minded of wanting to get the gang to baldurs gate and find answers, unless she sees your suffering, gets lost herself, and/or its something related to her personally she will not engage in the side quests
that being said, they did spend some time in the underdark but very briefly because they got lost and ended back in the camp
so instead, she opts to go through the mountain pass but again got lost and ran into ethel
she accidentally uses necromancy to make mayrina's husband er ... undead. needless to say she feels like a sack of shit for doing that and wants to undo it but this is ultimately mayrinas choice so she let's them be
since on the topic of necromancy, she does still have that cursed necromancy of thay book in possession. no idea what to do with it but yknow, it's not an active problem
in the mountain pass she will not make a detour to the creche, she will go straight to the shadow cursed lands
ACT TWO.
shes actively trying to not have gale go blow himself up... desperately.
there's some strain between her and the others minus karlach, her mvp ... the fires of avernus can sure be comforting in moments that feel so cold to her
I will say this : the decisions she makes here are NOT good. at this point she's mostly focused on keeping everyone alive and kinda forgot about the fact that halsin is Here to lift the curse
she follows kar'niss, does the whole cutscene at moonrise tower and reluctantly agrees to help balthazaar
she goes into his room and er, let's just say her party (NOT HER) took more than just the moonlantern
she will get lost because she's a rich girl from baldurs gate who never learned how to USE a compass ... anyways, let's say she does not go to the mausoleum first and ends up trekking backwards ....
before reaching last light inn, she meets the boy Oliver and plays only one round of hide n seek with him because she has a mission and that triggered the scene where she had to fight his family and pissed him off so royally that it locked her outta lifting the curse. oops. she doesn't know that though ...
when she finds dammon she will actually make the detour to find karlach her metal. she adores karlach. she wants her to live. she wants to give her a real hug.
during said metal excursion er .... let's say she finds her way into the house of healing and she found arabella's parents before arabella herself... the house of healing was where she did her first act of mercy killings outta the many
arabella obviously will stay in camp and tbh, she has this gnawing feeling so she looks around to see if there are any other surviving tieflings (there were not, she was distraught and during long rests the more restless companions can hear her cry in the corner)
i know she said no detours but she saw a night orchid by the cliff and HAD TO get it for shadowheart because God she would kill for some joy — shadowhearts little reaction / joke made her smile for the first time very sincerely
anyways, she finally finds their way into the mausoleum and ahahaha .... hahaha ....
the gauntlet of shar was probably one of the most painful things to witness shadowheart go through. she did not like it and in fact at some point she takes over and sacrifices her own blood
she ignores raphaels entire request lmao
uhm, I'd say what she did with balthazaar was er ... some misty steps, and she pushed him off a cliff out of self preservation
taps into shadowhearts goodness and let her lean into her own intuition which resulted in aylin being spared
after shadowhearts been exiled, she will literally do whatever means to comfort her oh dear God
jaheira does die in moonrise tower ... she feels like shit about it (lol what's new)
anyways, the big boss battle happens and they make their road to baldurs gate
ACT THREE.
say no to evolution god please. she hates the emperor and will do things to piss him off such as steal from the house of hope
she completes companion events in this order (as of now): shadowheart, astarion, karlach, wyll, gale
she didn't actively encourage shadowheart to kill her parents but shadowheart did; she DID actively encourage astarion to not ascend and free the spawns ... oops. monster hunters hate her so much rn
she's deeply tormented by orin. like i mean deeply. she's in despair. she wants it to stop so bad.
obviously she chooses aylin and isobel over some wizard in a tower
she wants to fist fight shar and mystra. so bad. she may be a healer but *cocks gun*
i will add more to this and then write a cohesive page as the game progresses here lol
#* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ooc#LISTEN THE BRAINROT IS SO REAL IM DEBATING WRITING [REDACTED] [ REDACTED ] AKA SHADOWHEART#the way how she's inspired by my dnd sorcerrer whos inspired by me rping addison its so wild the inspo cycle
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-> Shake my Little Soul for You
Chapter 1: Moving In
Sal Fisher x Male Character
Azul moves into a rickety apartment with his mother and their old dog in tow. There's not much to do in such a secluded, small town and a lot of the residents made him want to do a wide berth around them.
However, it still offered some good things too. Like the guy with a mask who looked much too intruiging for his own good.
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Warnings: none
Ao3 Link
Azul wasn't quite sure what he thought of the apartment his mother chose. Of course, it was her decision in the end - he didn't pay for it anyway. Still, couldn't she have gotten a place that's a bit nicer than this?
It was a 5 story apartment complex, 4 rentable rooms on each floor. It was a boring upright rectangle with more rectangles for windows, evenly spaced apart. Everything looked grey and sort of grimy, but in a way that wasn't very surprising for an old building like this. At least, it looked old but this style of architecture couldn't have been from too long ago.
He didn't want to continue wondering over this, so instead the boy walked into the lobby or well, first floor. One of the doors, 103, had a mailslot in it. "Addison" was spelled out on it and considering that was the same name the apartment complex was named after, he guessed the owner lived there.
Strange, he had never seen an owner actually live in one of the apartments they rent out. Well, maybe they couldn't afford much more. No wonder the building looked so run down, though at least the inside looked clean enough.
The teen stuck his right hand into his pants pocket and took out the key he had crammed into it. 104 it read on the tag attached to it. As if it were a hotel room key or something.
Whatever, at least this way the residents wouldn't be able to lose them. If anyone found them, they'd know immedietly who to go to.
He opened the door, looking at the empty space in front of him. Light shined through one of the dusty windows and illuminated the particles flowing around in the air. It looked peaceful.
Part of him wished they could have moved into one of the higher floors but they didn't have much of a choice. They had an old dog with a limp foot and he didn't like to use the elevator. Putting him through the stress of going up and down every time they walked him would border on abuse.
Speaking of, his mother was currently going around the block with their dog because they had driven for so long to get here. She should be back soon and then he'd have to help her move all the boxes inside. As well as the furniture.
How fun.
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Now, Azul appreciated the fact they were on the ground floor a bit more. Though not by much, considering they did have an elevator they could have used had they been higher up. Still, it meant less distance to cover to get all those boxes and furniture inside the apartment and he'd take anything less difficult at this point.
Of course they had to move during the summer holidays and Azul understood why, but the heat made him think that this really wasn't the best time to move to a new place at all.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead and made stains under his arms and on his back. It didn't make any sense to go shower now unfortunately, since they weren't quite done yet. He hated this sensation.
"Sweetie?", his mother called from the kitchen, "How about you get us some ice from the kiosk we saw on the way here and we take a little break?"
"Sounds good", he replied just loud enough and stood up from the couch.
Over to the kitchen he went to receive some money and a wet kiss on the cheek he secretly wiped off when he was out of sight, before making his way to the kiosk. He glared upwards towards the sun and blinked away the bright spots it left behind in his vision. It felt like the weather was trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible, really.
The kiosk wasn't too far, just close enough that the ice would have a good chance not to melt on the way. The inside was cool and refreshing, making goosebumps appear on his arms. Over by the counter sat a man looking to be in his forties, smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper.
Azul went to the freezer, looking through the glass top to see what options they had. His mother liked those orange flavored ones on a stick and it was good to see they had those. Now, for him...
The bell at the door chimed as it was opened again, letting in two teens around Azul's age. They hadn't seen him yet and he hoped it would stay that way. Sweat made his hands feel clammy and disgusting but he knew it wasn't because of the heat outside. Not when it was so cool in the shop.
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't-
"Oh hey, I haven't seen you around before", the taller of the two commented, clearly addressing Azul. The smaller one soon chimed in too and the masculine voice only sort of surprised him. The blue pigtails and the inability to see the teens face made them look very androgynous.
"Nockfell isn't that large, you know? Did you move here recently?"
"Hey, maybe they're one of the new tenants in 104!"
"It's he", Azul finally spoke up, his voice cracking and making him have to clear his throat. It was obvious he hadn't been loud enough.
"It's he, I'm Azure. You can call me Azul though."
Though he still wasn't fully looking at them - leaning on the freezer with one hand, the other fiddling with the edge of his shirt and shoulders pushed sort of up and inwards - at least he had managed to talk. His heart wasn't thanking him, pounding inside his ripcage. At least he could attribute any redness on his cheeks to the weather if anyone asked.
The fact they hadn't outright assumed he was a girl was sort of a win at least, though it still hurt that they didn't realise he was a boy. Though maybe they just didn't want to assume anything, in which case he could still look way to feminine-
"Oh yeah, sorry. Hey Azul, I'm Larry and that's Sally Face next to me."
He looked at the teen with the mask and frowned.
"Sally Face?"
It was a weird nickname and an even weirder name if it wasn't. 'Sally Face' hit Larry's side with his elbow.
"It's Sal, but my friends call me Sally Face. You can too if you want to."
Sal's voice sounded gentle, like he didn't want to scare Azul or make him uncomfortable. At least it must have been obvious how uncomfortable he already was, which was sort of good. He didn't like how good he was at pretending he was ok when he wasn't sometimes. It made people less likely to see him as weak and vulnerable, yeah but it also made them not believe him when he told them he struggled with something.
"Oh, ok," he just said, knowing full well how awkward he sounded. What was he even supposed to say now? Ah, right.
"And yeah, I moved into 104 at Addison Apartments with my mother or well, we're still moving in actually. We're just taking a break right now. Do you guys live there too?"
Nice job, Azul! He high fived himself inside his head.
Larry answered again this time, letting his hand fall from his side again which he had been lightly rubbing after Sal's attack on it.
"Yeah dude, Sal lives up in 402 and I'm down in the basement with my mom. She does all the maintanence stuff there."
"Here, take this card" - Sal handed him a card with a bunch of numbers on the back. - "You'll need it to get to the basement and Larry's mom always has a few extra. Now you can just come down and join us whenever you want to."
An invitation to hang out with them whenever you wanted without the pressure of actually having a set time and date. Azul looked down at the card for a moment before raising his gaze and putting it away into his pocket.
"Thank you, I'll see when I can come down."
He appreciated a lot, though he wasn't sure if it showed. However, Larry smiled and Sal nodded before they left him to do what he had intended: buying some ice and return to the apartment again.
Since his mother must have been waiting already, he just chose something quickly and bought it. One last glance into the store when he left through the door showed him Sal waving goodbye at him.
He waved back.
At home, Azul quickly got inside and gave his mother her ice popsicle. To avoid it melting too much, he had already opened his own and eaten most of it by the time he arrived. His mother thanked him and asked why it took so long. After all, the kiosk wasn't that far away.
"Oh I just... met some guys who live here too. They're around my age I think and they said I could come hang out with them when I wanted. You need a card to access the basement apparently, as well."
After a bit more chatter, they continued setting most of everything up and called it a day. The only thing left to do was get out all of their things from the boxes and sort them into the closets and shelves and cabinets. That could wait until tomorrow.
For now, it was time to sleep and Azul wanted nothing more than to collapse on his bed and let the darkness engulf him. So he did.
#sal fisher#sally face#male reader#trans male character#Fanfiction#Fanfic#Fluff#original male character#Mine#larry johnson
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now that grey's season is over, what did you think of kai and amelia
Their ending was quite abrupt for me, but I wonder if the story would always play that way because Kai wasn't a series regular character. So, we would never really see the situation — and the decision to go to London and leave Amelia — solely from their perspective.
Unfortunately, that limited viewpoint almost encourages viewers to be on Amelia's side, even though taking a side is unnecessary to understand the story. But that's why I'm glad Grey's Anatomy has the foresight to bring Addison back after Kai leaves and when Amelia spins out. The writers know how well Addison knows Amelia. The writers know how well Amelia knows Addison.
They're sisters. Their inherent and profound understanding of each other — scars and all — makes it imperative that Amelia is the one who calls Amelia out for her selfishness and retroactively grants even more sympathy to Kai's decision to do what's best for them and take the job in London.
Do I wish Grey's Anatomy had spent more time with Kai and Amelia as a couple before Kai left? Yes! Especially because it felt like they had just (temporarily) gotten over the hurdle of their previous break when Kai said they didn't want kids when Amelia had Scout.
But we can't win them all. And who's to say Amelia and Kai's story is REALLY over?
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(Hunter Parrish) [THE FAWN]. Please welcome [ADDISON GALLAGHER (THEY/HE)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [33]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [THE COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as a [GRAVE DIGGER]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.
Full Name: Addison Connor Gallagher
Birthday: January 29
Age: 33
Hunter or Gatherer: Gatherer
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5'10
Relationship Status: In an open relationship with Cole Cerulli
Life for Addison was absolutely perfect, if you asked them - at least for the first six years of his life. While they were something of a surprise to their parents, they were showered with love and affection since their older brother, Tricky, didn't really want any of that, as far as Addison could tell. He was spoiled absolutely rotten, and he loved it - unfortunately it also meant that he was constantly seeking validation in the form of attention and affection.
There was no one else in the whole world Addison loved the way they loved Tricky. They were like a little shadow, trailing after him every minute of the day - except when Tricky snapped and slammed his door in their face. Addison was sensitive, and cried often, but was coddled by their mother, so it seemed almost acceptable. When Tricky decided to join the Marines when Addison was eight, they didn't think their heart would ever be full again.
Extremely popular in school, Addison had no shortage of friends. They were also extremely musically inclined, picking up instruments easily. They favored the guitar, but was also good at piano and not terrible at most woodwind instruments. Between friends and music lessons and his parents, Addison was constantly surrounded by love and attention, which made it easy to forget about how much he missed Tricky for periods of time.
When Tricky returned from his first tour, Addison knew right away something had changed. Maybe that was normal - they didn't know anyone else who had been sent overseas to fight. Tricky was moody, and sullen, and rarely spoke to Addison which was still very hard for him, but they tried to put on a brave face anyway, still doing their very best to spend as much time as Tricky would allow them to with their big brother.
High school was a whole new world for Addison, and it's where figuring out their sexuality and gender came into play. They discovered very early on that while monogamy was great for some people, Addison just had too much love to give as a whole and often preferred to just date around casually because there was no guarantee they wouldn't inadvertently fall in love with someone the next week.
When Tricky decided to move closer to his friends, Addison begged, near tears, to please be allowed to come with. It was hard enough when Tricky was deployed; the idea that he would move away forever and never have a move back date made Addison want to throw up. And Tricky resigned to it, which thrilled the younger Gallagher.
Moving wasn't the problem - the problem was Huntsville. Being trapped in the town had a comfort in and of itself - Tricky could never, ever leave Addison again. However, it became quite apparent that the two couldn't live together harmoniously because Addison needed so much attention, and Tricky didn't have the time or attention to give. So Addison moved into the commune, despite still having a room at Tricky's place, to keep their relationship in tact.
Doe eyed and naïve is one of the best ways to describe Addison - while they love living in the commune and have made a great life for themselves with what they have, it's extremely easy to convince them of whatever you want. They're sweet, and loyal, but never make them choose between Tricky and anything else because the answer will always be Tricky (even if they're more than sure Tricky doesn't feel the same way.) They don't blame him for bringing them to Huntsville - they wanted to be here - and while the creatures are terrifying, it would be more terrifying to be stuck out in the regular world and never know what happened to their brother.
A creative, and a dreamer, it's not unusual to find Addison outside without any shoes on or strumming their guitar somewhere, a golden retriever like excitement following their greeting. They're still extremely open with their ideas of love and sleeping around, but genuinely cares for everyone they say is their friend because they're just a soft, loving soul underneath it all.
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Mob AU (a prompt for when you feel better :) :
Addison’s always taken care of herself. So when she gets sick, and Zed wants to help, she wants NONE of it. Unfortunately, this just results in a very sick and crabby Addison, and an equally determined Zed who wants nothing more then to coddle her until she’s better.
Let Me Love You, a mob au side story (ao3) (ff.net)
warning: this short contains spoilers for Kings, Queens, and the Pawns In Between
PART 1 of 3
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Addison Jacobs lays in a curled up ball between two chairs in the employee break room. She's pretty sure she still has twenty minutes before she needs to be up to be cheery, peppy, friendly Addy, instead of the Addy that went to bed a little congested and woke up feeling like she had a love affair with death and was suffering the consequences.
The back door opens and she feels the heat of sunlight burning against her face. Addison groans, tucking her face into the chair.
From a few feet away, she hears her manager and close friend, Eliza, ask, “Um, what's wrong with her?”
Her coworker and other close friend, Wyatt, answers with, “She's sick, but if you ask her–”
“I'm fine,” Addison grumbles.
She sits up, her head wavering with a wave of lightheadedness and nausea that she barely managed to ignore. But still, she puts on her best game face. “Just a little tired.” She scrubs a hand over her face to cover up a sniffle.
“You are definitely sick,” Eliza says.
“I've been trying to tell her to go home!”
“I'm fine,” Addison reiterates.
Wyatt throws his hands up, frustrated. “You look like crap!” Addison simply rolls her eyes; they've been going back and forth like this since she got there, but she didn't plan on admitting she was too sick to be at work.
Eliza grumbles loudly and Addison looks over, watching her angrily typing on her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm getting Willa to come in early. And letting Zed know you refuse to go home and get better.”
“What!”
“You won't listen to us!”
“Zed is not my keeper, and I'm fine!” Addison argues. “I'll just bus tables all day if I have to, but you can’t make me go home.”
“Addison –”
She growls, actually, physically growls, startling both Eliza and Wyatt. “I feel fine. Trust me, okay?” She starts for the door to the main dining room, intent on working through her opening procedures (or lying down in one of the booths while Eliza and Wyatt aren't looking), but stops and turns back to them with one final thought. “And don't. Tell. Zed.”
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In Addison's defense, the diner was slow, and Eliza was strict in her duties for today: bussing tables, and only bussing tables. If Addison even so dated as to cough near a patron, she was done.
But Addison wasn't that sick. Sure, the king she stood the more her head would pound, and the tightness in her chest continued to get worse. But she chugged a bottle of DayQuil this morning, and even sat down in one of the empty booths while the diner was slow to calm her racing heart.
Which brings her to now: being shaken away by her boyfriend, Zed Necrodopolis. Seabrook's most infamous character, heir to the Necrodopolis family fortune and the mob throne. And the one person Addison didn't want finding out about her little ‘lapse' in health.
“C’mon, Addy, get up,” Zed grumbles, tugging on her arm and pulling her up into a seated position.
“I was just…resting my eyes,” she rasps.
“Mhm, sure you were.”
Addison just rubs the sleep from her already aching eyes. She has no idea how long she was out for, but she really needs to get back to work. Unfortunately, Zed sits down next to her, boxing her into the booth.
“Zed, I'm working,” she whines.
He raises an eyebrow at her. “You were knocked out a second ago.” She rolls her eyes in response. “And, no offense, baby, but you look like crap.”
“I thought you loved me no matter how I look?” She tries to sound flirty and teasing, but with her sore throat it just sounds pathetic.
Still, Zed chuckles. He nudged her shoulder playfully, despite her grumpiness. “I'm just worried about you. Eliza says you're refusing to take the day off.”
“I told her not to tell you,” she mumbles.
“Well technically, Willa told me.” Zed leans over, showing her his phone with his texts to Willa, starting with a picture of her, passed out in the booth.
“Oh…”
“Yeah.” He repockets his phone. “Do you wanna tell me what's going on? Why you don't wanna go home?”
Addison frowns. Instead of answering, she leans into his side, hiding away from the world. Zed reached over with his other hand to stroke her hair. “Come on, babe, let me take you home. You can rest up and get back to work as soon as you feel better.”
“I can’t,” she mumbles.
He turns his head, and although she can't see him she can picture his face: his big, brown, caring eyes, staring into her soul, prodding her to open up to him.
She sighs and lifts her head. “It's the twenty-ninth,” she says quietly. “And…I'm still short.”
His expression shifts, a deep frown filling his gestures. “Addy…”
“I can pay my own rent, Zed.”
“But at the expense of your health?” he counters. She clamps up and he continues, “Number one, you spend more time at my place than your own home. And you know you can always ask me for help, no matter how big or small the ask.”
“But…”
He cuts her off, knowing what she's going to say before she can say it. “Addy, you know I don't think that. And I don't care what other people think. I know you love me, and I love you. And I'm always around to help you. Even if it's as simple as reminding your stubborn self that you should not be working customer service when you’re this sick. I mean, people will complain.”
Addison giggles, which quickly turns into a fit of congested coughs. Zed pays her back until she claims her breathing down enough to return to her normal, sickly labored breathing.
Okay, maybe she should go home.
“Come on,” Zed says as he slides out of the booth, “I'll take you home. Make you my mom’s famous chicken noodle soup.”
“You mean the soup we have here.”
Zed holds out a hand which she graciously takes, letting him pull her up to her feet.
“Well I make it better 'cause I'm a Necrodopolis. We add a little extra love.” He even kisses her temple, then walks her to the break room in the diner.
Addison slides into a chair at the break room table, the same table she'd been laying at that morning when Eliza first found her, and put her head down while Zed went into Eliza's office. She didn't know what he planned on telling her, and frankly, she didn't care. With every passing second, her head grew heavier and heavier.
She vaguely remembers Zed coming back out and taking her outside to his waiting car, but everything after that ends up as a blur.
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I don’t know if you had any future plans for this, but.. what would exactly happen if Spamton unfortunately overheated his NEO body? Would he,, self-destruct like we see him do when taking the FIGHT route in his battle? Or would he rather just,, “power off”/force reset and be in like a undetermined state on unconsciousness until his body cooled down? Good thing that Jevil was there when he was! Who knows what would’ve happened if he actually did overheat and now Jevil+ the poor Addisons have to brainstorm of what to do with his body and fast LMFAO. Or who knows? Maybe he would just turn into the Dealmaker again!
Also a silly little side note, when the Addisons are more chill/cool with spamNEO in the future, I can just see NEO Spamton carrying the Addisons in like, the palm of his had while they go grocery shopping or something and the rest of castle town is like ?????? Why do these salesmen have a voltron knockoff Uber driver LMAOO
aaa great question!! :D
this au im taking some lil creative liberties, where after he's cut down and downloads neo into himself, if he were to overheat, it would lead to a shutdown and he'd crash, like his pacifist ending until he was cool enough to get back up. it's an inconvenience for sure but godlike power has its drawbacks lmao. i'd think the alternate ending to that chapter would be he would shut down and jevil would just hang around until the addisons inevitably found him and he'd give them the fright of a lifetime (as if a powered-down neo isn't scary and unpredictable enough)
i do like that idea of turning into the dealmaker. Perhaps he could 'save himself' by turning back just before shutting down while neo, including turning into the glasses and just being powered off that way. The adds, if they found him, would probably be really concerned the dealmaker wasn't talking (or if they know this is just one of spamton's average things, one of them would wear the dealmaker until he woke up)
also hfjdkdkdkdk that side note yes absolutely i've had that as a mental image since the very beginning or something similar like he's carrying all four of them on his shoulders or on his arms like theyre birds. darkners wonder what this robot is until they see a regular spamton and it's a race between them connecting the dots on their own or spamton boasting about being neo bc of his lack of self control
#once it's out in the open i can imagine he's very proud of sneo#using it to get over that whole 'being the crazy guy wandering the back alleys of cyber city'#to now being 'the crazy guy who is also somehow a giant mega powerful robot'#he finds neo as great transport cuz it's bigger and cuts travel time in half#he doesn't need a car cuz he's got himself#but still it'd be so funny if he reverted back to being a used car salesman in castle town#and if the map got larger (it's gonna have to if we can bring in some of CH3's npcs)#i'd imagine he'd try to sell the fun gang a car full knowing they're not old enough to drive#he'd insist and u can buy the key for the rapidly changing amount of Kromer#asks#fanfic
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Day 1: Distraction
(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/ The Royal Heir crossover fic.
Masterlist
Rating: PG for some mentions of sexual situations. Mostly fluff all over.
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Premiere Date
Two months earlier...
"Maxwell said the premiere for The Royal Romance will be December first." Amanda balanced her phone on her shoulder while finishing up reviewing the servants' wages. "Would you like to be my date for it?"
"Of course." Thomas jotted it down on his calendar. "I believe we made it official last month that I would be your date from now on."
Amanda couldn't help but smile when she looked at her engagement ring. "Yes, we did but I thought since it is a Tommy Phelps film, that might stretch your affection for me.
Thomas snorted in response. "There are not enough explosives in that man's mixed bag of mediocre cinematic tricks to ever stretch what I feel for you."
"I love how you're able to take an insult to someone else and turn it into something romantic for me." She replied with a giggle.
His lips curved. "As was my intention. I should be in the process of editing my film by then." He double checked the date. "Are you able to remain in Los Angeles after the premiere?"
"I believe so." Amanda flipped through her own calendar. "I don't have any court events I have to attend until after the holidays."
"Good." Thomas motioned for Holly to bring him his schedule for the day. "Then we can begin our plans."
Amanda smiled even more. "Our wedding plans?"
"Exactly." He quickly scanned the day's shots. "I don't intend to start any film projects until the end of next year so that we can enjoy the beginning of our marriage."
Thomas glared over at Holly and Addison making aww noises. He turned away from them in an attempt to keep his conversation private.
"Plus I want us to have a honeymoon away from everyone we know."
His frown eased when he heard Amanda laughing.
"Have you got your usual audience around you again?" She teased.
"I do." He grumbled.
"I see." Amanda smiled softly. "I suppose this means no, I love you, at the end of this call, hmm?
"Of course not." He replied. "I'm not going to let a few irritating individuals stop me from saying that."
"Then I will let you get your day started while I wind down for the evening." She replied. "I love you, Thomas."
"I love you, too." He sent another glare over his shoulder when he heard Addison and Holly's overly dramatic sighs. "Sleep well."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, my love." Amanda promised.
"I look forward to it." Thomas ended the call with a dark frown towards his two assistants. "Don't you have something you should be working on?"
"Just waiting upon your usual demands, boss." Holly replied.
"Is Amanda coming to visit?" Addison asked.
"Unfortunately," he quickly counted the weeks, "not yet."
"You miss her a lot, don't you?" Holly prodded.
"I do." His frown reappeared at them involving themselves in his private life. "Well, don't just stand there! Make sure everyone is waiting on the set!"
Their grins let him know they weren't the least cowed by his bluster of anger. He knew he'd have to do something about that at some point. A soft smile formed as he realized he wasn't too worried about it.
In eight weeks, he'd be back with the one he loved.
*************
Seven weeks later, Taos, New Mexico...
This had to be one of the inner circles of hell Thomas was trapped in. There was no other explanation that could make sense better than that one. All his plans, his intentions, everything was one monstrous nightmare.
Nothing about filming his new take on the western genre was going like he'd envisioned.
He'd lost numerous supporting actors due to some type of food poisoning. Two of his stunt doubles were in the hospital due to accidents off set. The hotel they were originally at caught on fire and most of the costumes were damaged from the smoke and embers.
Holly fell while hiking and twisted her ankle all while dragging Addison with her and causing the costume designer to break her wrist and three fingers.
Matt Rodriguez had to leave for a few weeks, halting production since his character was the one the entire plot revolved around, when his father suffered a heart attack.
Jessica Clarke, Hollywood's favorite new actress since her starring role in Thomas's The Last Duchess, had to stop filming her own horseback riding scenes the moment she found out she was pregnant.
Thomas was certain that all of this was occurring at just the right moment to drive him completely insane.
There was no way he'd be able to up and leave to start over. They were halfway done with filming the needed scenes on location. Plus, the backdrop to this desert town was exactly what he needed to convey the sheer hopelessness of Matt's character finding peace and redemption.
He eyed his phone, knowing he'd have to make the dreaded phone call.
He wouldn't be able to be Amanda's date for the premiere.
He needed to stay and combat these problems.
He knew she would understand. It was one of the many things he adored about her. He simply hated the thought of letting her down. And to be honest, he wasn't looking forward to seeing her in pictures on the arm of anyone else.
Who else was more perfect to be her escort to a movie premiere than the one man many regarded as a cinematic genius?
Thomas rubbed his face, softly groaning at what must be done.
He visibly jumped when his phone vibrated loudly on the table with an incoming call.
"Hello?" He tried to not sound so disgusted.
"Oof." Amanda replied. "That might be the most depressing hello I've ever heard."
Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how to begin letting her down.
"Production must be going rough." Amanda softly said. "I'm so sorry."
"What do you have to apologize for?" Thomas snorted. "Unless you have become some maniacal sorceress and placed a curse upon my film, you have nothing to be sorry about."
He realized how bitter his tone was when he was met with nothing but silence.
"Amanda, I apologize." Thomas began again. "I didn't mean to sound like--"
"I know you didn't." She quickly interrupted before he spiraled on with guilt. "I only meant how sorry I am that I can't do anything to make it better for you."
"You make everything better." He grumbled. "In fact, hearing your voice is the only thing keeping me from yanking my hair out right now."
The sound of her laughter bubbling up brought a softening to his frown.
"We can't have that." She sighed. "I hate I won't get to see you next week."
He blinked. "How did you know I wouldn't be able to take you to the premiere?"
Her chuckle held a touch of sadness.
"Because I know how hard this shoot has been for you and I know you need to be there to complete it."
Thomas shook his head, marveling at how she always knew what he needed before he even said a word.
"I'm going to miss you terribly." She continued. "If Maxwell hadn't made us all promise to stick by his side, I'd find a way to sneak over to Taos."
"I understand." He slumped in his chair. "I was looking forward to finally having a chance to be with you." He rubbed a hand down his face. "I'm sorry I can't be there as your date."
"Then you better make plans for when you are free for the two of us." She replied.
Thomas could imagine the smile she must have just by the sound of her voice.
"What kind of plans would you like me to make?" He asked.
"The usual kind, Mr. Hunt." Amanda replied. "Time where we can be alone without anyone or anything else bothering us. I want no distractions taking your attention away from me."
"My favorite kind of plan." His lips curved. "And you should know that every time I am with you, nothing can take my attention away from you."
"That's all I want to hear." Amanda softly sighed. "I probably should let you go so you can get some rest."
"I doubt I'll get any sleep." He grumbled. "I've got another rewrite to work on with Holly."
"Try for my sake." Amanda gently urged.
He groaned.
"I will for you."
"Good. I love you so much."
Thomas relaxed some in knowing she must truly not be upset with him for canceling their plans by hearing her say that.
"I love you, too."
After he ended the call, he sat there staring at nothing in particular while thinking of Amanda. His frown formed once more in knowing she'd be coming to America and he couldn't enjoy her visit.
He reached over for the script, picked up his pen, then paused.
He wondered if there was a chance she could come here after the premiere.
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December first...
"Earth calling Thomas, Come in, Thomas."
He looked up, blinking the world around him back into focus.
"Welcome back." Holly grumbled, handing him a new cup of coffee. "Are we going to change up the scene with the argument Jonah and Marlene have since Jessica can't chase him down during the stampede?"
"Hmm?" Thomas glanced at the script. "Yes, of course."
Holly waited for him to give her something to write down.
Thomas stared at the scene for a few silent seconds.
"Okay." Holly threw her pen down. "Talk to me, boss."
Thomas quirked an eyebrow at her.
"We've been moving at a snail's pace with this script. You've barely shot any new footage. Every time I come into your trailer, you're staring off into the distance." She folded her arms. "There's only two possibilities for you to lose focus."
His eyes narrowed.
"The first one," Holly continued, unfazed by his glare, "is that this desert town has now drained your heart of filmmaking."
He rolled his eyes in response.
"Or you are distracted with a serious issue." She concluded.
He averted his eyes from her.
"What's wrong?" Holly repeated. "Come on, Thomas. I've worked with you too many times to be ignored."
He cleared his throat. "I don't know. Each time I think about the scenes that need to be addressed, I find myself..."
He squirmed in his chair, glaring down at his cup of coffee.
"You find yourself, what?" Holly prompted.
"I find myself thinking of Amanda."
Holly sat back with her jaw dropped.
"It isn't that shocking." He grumbled. "She is my fiancée after all."
"I know that." Holly leaned forward. "But I've never known you to be so lost in thought over her that you weren't able to work!"
"I am working!" He snapped.
Thomas snatched his pen up and x'ed out the entire scene. "There!" He threw it down. "I just made a directorial decision!"
"Thomas!" She scolded.
He rubbed a hand down his face.
"Why don't you take the next couple of days off and go see her?" Holly asked.
"Because I have a job to do, here." He argued.
"Which you're sucking at." Holly mumbled
"That was unnecessary." Thomas bit out.
"No. It's pretty necessary." She took the script and set it back in her portfolio. "Take a break. Everyone else has needed one for various reasons. You need one to clear your head so we can finish this shoot strong."
Thomas groaned, shaking his head.
"You know I'm right. Go surprise Amanda. It will put you in a better mood." Holly swiped up her stuff on her way out. "And we certainly need a more pleasant director right now."
"I won't make it in time to take her to the premiere." He mumbled.
Holly paused at the door. "Then get there in time to take her home."
His eyebrows raised while he calculated the hours he'd need to do just that.
*************
"What'd you think?" Maxwell eagerly asked.
"It was amazing!" Riley exclaimed.
"I never said any of that." Drake snapped. "Why did you--"
"I loved it!" Hana interrupted before Drake could destroy Maxwell's excitement. "I wish I was as graceful as Cassandra Leigh."
"You are even more graceful." Liam told her while slipping his arm around Riley. His smile grew when his wife kissed his cheek. "And I am moved seeing our love story come to life."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "At least you made me true to form." She eyed Amanda. "You're awfully quiet."
"Hmm?" She looked up at her friends. "I'm sorry, did you ask me something?"
"The movie?" Maxwell took her by the shoulders to playful shake her. "Remember seeing it just a few minutes ago?"
Amanda laughed. "Yes. It was great."
"It's a shame you were out of the country during all that." Maxwell slung his arm around her shoulders as they followed everyone out to the lobby. "Then you could have been cast as someone awesome."
"I doubt anyone is more awesome than Ryan Summers." She teased. "You lucked out."
"I know!" Maxwell grinned at her. "Wasn't it like looking at my twin brother?"
"Sure."
Once they were out in the lobby, the group looked around at the crowd.
"Now what?" Drake asked.
"After party, baby!" Tommy Phelps joined them. "We are going to celebrate our success!"
"I've been waiting all my life for an after party." Maxwell exclaimed.
"My man!" Tommy fist bumped him. "I knew you would be down for one." He eyed the other Cordonians. "You're all coming too, right?"
"We are." Riley replied. "Right guys?"
Liam, Drake, and Hana answered in the affirmative.
Olivia rolled her eyes with the pleading looks from Maxwell and Riley.
"I suppose I could go for a drink or two." She responded. "Amanda?"
She nudged her when the duchess remained quiet.
"Hmm?" Amanda tried to focus on the conversation. "Oh! No. I'm not going."
"No!" Maxwell pouted. "How come?"
"Jet lag." Amanda latched on to the excuse. "I think I'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep."
After another firmer refusal, she was able to escape her friends.
All she wanted to do was to go back to her room and call Thomas. It felt so wrong being in Los Angeles without him. Her first premiere had been as his date for The Last Duchess. She'd assumed as quickly as their relationship developed that all premieres would be spent by his side.
She could just imagine his reactions to the overly dramatic scenes, the unneeded explosions, and the way the scenes were framed. Her lips curved into a sad smile as she also thought of how he would have remained by her side, his arm around her or holding her hand, whispering that he thought she looked lovely tonight.
She could almost feel the kisses he would have placed upon her knuckles and temple as they sat through the film. Her skin tingled with how he would have insisted they not go to the after party so that they could return to his home for an evening alone.
Her imagination was vivid enough to conjure all they would have gotten up to once within that peaceful, empty of all well meaning friends, and able to express their love. The kisses and caresses that would follow once the door was shut. The clothes slipping off.
Her cheeks colored as she walked outside of the theater. Her eyes scanned the now empty red carpet, searching further for a taxi or town car to take her back to her hotel. The number of limos lined up made her softly groan over the possibility of having to walk a few blocks in her uncomfortable heels.
As she dismissed each limo and waiting driver without a second glance, she doubled back on the sight of a tuxedo clad man leaning causally against a limo.
Thomas watched as recognition flashed in her expression. Unfolding his arms, he broke out into a smile as she rushed to greet him.
Chuckling, he caught her in a hug that lifted her off the ground. His lips sought hers as she slipped her arms around his neck.
"You came." She breathed against his lips.
"I did." He deepened the kiss, feeling at peace for the first time in weeks. "I've missed you."
"Nowhere near as much as I've missed you." She leaned back to look into his handsome face. "I can't believe you're here!"
He took her hands while motioning with his head toward the limo. "Shall we go home?" He eyed the people beginning to spill out. "Unless you have other plans."
Keeping his hand in hers, she got into the limo, tugging him in behind her.
"My plans only involved returning to the hotel and calling you." She snuggled against him once he settled his arm around her. "Now that you're here, I'm rethinking them."
"Oh?" He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "I hope they align with my own."
She melted against him as his hands began to wander along her curves. Their lips met again and again in a more heated exchange than the last one.
"I feel very confident that our plans are going to align perfectly."
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Seeing your Doctrine of Labyrinths post made me wonder; have you read any of Sarah Monette/Katherine Addison's other works?
I would love to hear some of your thoughts on any/all of them.
I know one of the things I find frustrating about her Witness for the Dead series is I thought it had similar themes to Doctrine of Labyrinths that I found more compelling in DoL (and my friends who have read Witness haven't read DoL...).
I read the other ones published under Sarah Monette years ago (the Iskryne Series beginning with A Companion to Wolves) but remember relatively little about it and have only met I think one other person who read it, back in a Livejournal RP group I was in between 2008-2012 or so.
I did also read The Goblin Emperor and seem to be in the minority of people I know in...not being particularly impressed with it? I enjoyed it...fine, but I've never felt compelled to reread it and it definitely didn't latch into my brain in the same way.
I suspect it has to do with the fact that The Goblin Emperor (I haven't read the sequels) was less interested, in my recollection, in specifically digging into really ugly, messy trauma the way that Doctrine of Labyrinths was. Not that it's not there, but one of the things that pulled me into DoL and keeps pulling me back is that ugliness and messiness - exemplified by Felix, I think, who is a protagonist who, I'd argue, would more likely be an antagonist in any other series. A sympathetic one! But nonetheless; it's certainly possible, as people have on the internet, to construct him as the villain in Mildmay's story.
The Goblin Emperor wasn't, at least in my recollection, quite so interested in wearing the ugliness on its sleeve; to put it in an unfortunate and pithy way, it certainly requires fewer trigger warnings. It was quieter, not in a way that inherently is a bad thing, but in a way that, set against Doctrine of Labyrinths (which was why I picked up the book in the first place, because I knew the Katherine Addison/Sarah Monette connection), left me feeling a little disappointed.
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SCC Halloween Week: Sweet Surprise
Sweet tore through his nuggets quicker than his bandmates had ever seen. The speaker sat there, tapping out a gentle beat along the table rim, while next to him K_K convinced themself to take each bite of their sandwich by making racecar noises, and across the table Cap'n barely ate either, too engrossed in trying to start conversation. The trio still weren't entirely finished with their meal when the restaurant's manager arrived, two small ice cream cones in their hands.
"Excuse me, sir..." The manager cleared their throat, summoning the robots' attention as they slipped into the fakest customer service voice they'd ever heard, which coming from an Addison was saying something. "We're very, very sorry about the...incident, earlier. I can assure you we'll take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again." Their gaze locked onto Sweet. "To make up for it...and so you don't give us a bad review on Yap!...we'll give you dessert on us. Normally we only give out one cone but since we value your patronage so much, we'll give you two."
They sat the cones down onto the table, carefully balancing them so they didn't tip over, though with only a splash of vanilla ice cream in each one barely peeking over the rim there wasn't much danger.
Sweet stared at the cones for a moment, then up at the manager, studying their face to find out if they were serious of not. Unfortunately, dead serious. "...What the hell am I supposed to do with these?"
"Um...eat them, sir?"
"Sure. If you want to call an Ambyu-Lance. Maybe check to make sure you ain't offering ice cream to a customer who's lactose intolerant!!"
"We'll eat 'em!" Noticing that telltale thrum of musical magic in Sweet's eye, and in their fists, once again, K_K scooped up one of the tiny cones and downed it in one bite, passing the second to Cap'n, who despite the tension around their table was never one to refuse dessert before he'd finished his dinner. With the ice cream gone, the manager hurried away behind their counter once again, leaving Sweet to continue stewing in silence, the fight leaving their circuits just as quickly as it'd come.
Through a mouthful of fries, K_K mumbled, "We can get you something else. I think they've got apple slices here!"
"Nah, it's fine. That ice cream should've been for you anyway." Sweet slammed his head down onto the table, the others watching in concern as they finished eating. He didn't move once until K_K poked at the back of his boxy head a couple times, checking to make sure he was still awake, and informing him it was time to head home.
"I'm fine," Sweet assured his bandmates, as the trio walked through the metallic fields, "It's just been such a weird week. First the Maus, then finding that the shop's haunted, then that one movie gave us nightmares for days, and then...that."
"We can still get you some appy slices," K_K offered. "Or some candy!"
"No, K_K. You guys don't have to get me anything. I just want to get home and jam!" His malaise fading, and with that distinctive energetic hop back in his step, Sweet smiled up at them with his eye, taking the lead.
But despite K_K joining him, Cap'n still hung back, glancing down a nearby street. "Yo, uh...you guys go on ahead, alright? I got a stop to make."
Sweet looked at him, puzzled. "What stop?"
"A stop. I won't be long." Shooing them away, Cap'n raced down the side street, and Sweet just shrugged, heading for home with K_K.
True to his word, Cap'n wasn't long, arriving only a couple minutes later with a shopping bag, smiling as his bandmates greeted him with a loud hip hop record spinning on Sweet's turntable, the speaker bobbing their head happily as they watched K_K accompany the music with a little extra impromptu bass drumming.
"Not bad, not bad!" He laid the bag onto the counter, motioning for Sweet to check it out. "This track always could use a little more bass!"
"Pssh, you can never have too much bass," Sweet remarked, pulling out a carton of ice cream. "...Really, Cap?"
"Look, check the label before ya say anything!" Suspicious, Sweet read where Cap'n pointed, the ingredients list. "I found this stuff the other day, been savin' it for a bad week. It's made from almond milk, no dairy whatsoever!"
"And...you got my favorite flavor!" His eye widening, it didn't take long for Sweet to agree to a bowl filled to the brim with caramel pumpkin spice ice cream, which the speaker offered to share with the others but was politely refused. "Man, this hits the spot..."
"I bet! Least somethin' good happened this week!"
"Tomorrow'll be good too," K_K said, hitting their drum a couple more times. The instruments were all ready to go for a concert the next day, and their excitement for it was contagious, with Cap'n and Sweet laughing excitedly.
"Oh, I'm not worried about tomorrow, we're gonna rock! Though, the merch..." Sweet kicked at a sealed cardboard box at his feet, eyeing Cap'n suspiciously, which the boombox shook off.
"Merch'll be fine! I've got it all covered!"
"That's what I'm worried about..."
#deltarune#sweet cap'n cakes#deltarune sweet#deltarune cap'n#deltarune k_k#scc halloween week#emwrites
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nhie season 3 thoughts
aneesa has screamed bi vibes since her appearance but im so glad they actually made it canon! I wasn't expecting that. I'm glad they decided to scrap her and fabiola though, it was turning out to be kind of a meh ship and it felt like anessa just latched onto the nearest person for emotional support after her terrible rs with ben. also fab didn't seem to be into anessa as much as she was into her :( PLEASE GIVE ANESSA A LOVING GF IN SEASON 4!!!! my girl deserves sm better :( though i will say that it's kind of annoying they had all that "omg who's going to make the first move" tension that eventually led to nothing... it felt so half-hearted
eleanor and trent actually work together stupidly well. I love them your honour <333
fabiola's romantic storyline with eve has never interested me much i felt like it was the blandest thing i have ever watched.... glad they broke up and never mentioned eve again 💀💀💀 i really hope they don't redo that whole storyline with addison i think fab deserves more layers and nuance to her romantic relationships. also the fact that we got to see devi and eleanor lose their virginity on screen (at least the start of the scene) but fab's was just an offhand remark like "oh yeah we just did it offscreen"??? cmon.
rhyah is a terrible but unfortunately realistic character. perfect representation of people who will smile to your face and secretly thank god that they're not suffering your misfortunes. shoutout to the actress for doing such a great job I actually wanted to punch her in the face
paxton continues to steal my heart. I just wish they gave him a more concrete goal or desire other than him being a "kind and nice" person. (and tbh based on all the ghosting of the girls he had sex with wasn't even like. an EXCEPTIONALLY nice and kind person. so.)
I think the daxton breakup was handled the way it should be - the problem with the relationship was there from the start, it's that devi only sees paxton as this unattainable dream that signifies her ascending into popularity or whatever and doesn't like him as an actual person other than for his looks.
also i think it's hilarious how haley appears for like one episode to become best friends with paxton again to make devi jealous then completely disappears for the rest of the show
I don't understand why rhyah introduced des as someone who was bullied a lot and sad and lonely when it's clearly established later on that he's in the popular clique and does have friends??? There doesn't seem to be any logical reason other than for the writers to pull that "he's actually hot" twist on us... and man did not mention sea slugs ONCE
i seriously love nalini so so much.... I have a special spot in my heart for characters who act all tough but are actually soft inside. The scene where devi tells her shes not ready to leave her mom yet she just wants one more year and you know her mom was thinking the exact same thing about her daughter.... i started tearing up fr
every line out of nirmala's mouth is iconic and comedy gold. "I'm a regina" so true bestie
I really hope we get to see more of ben having more male friends in the next season bc the paxton and ben scenes were genuinely sweet. stop fighting over devi!!! just be bros
speaking of ben i go back and forth on him a lot because he's honestly really douchey at times and the way he treated anessa while they were together was just.... not it. but honestly the last scene where devi gave ben the one free boink card is going to live in my head forever. the way they didn't need to say a single word??? the way it should have been cringe but wasn't??? the way they smile at each other and slipped in???? WOW.
also the irony/character development of ben calling devi an "unfuckable nerd" in s1 to him quite possibly being her first in s3 is not lost on me
#never have i ever#nhie#nhie netflix#devi vishwakumar#ben gross#fabiola torres#eleanor wong#paxton hall-yoshida#nalini vishwakumar#nirmala vishwakumar#benvi#daxton#never have i ever netflix#aneesa qureshi#trent nhie#kamala nhie
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2,10, and 23 for the salty asks <3
omg i think you're gonna regret asking me, because this is so long 😬
2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*
Nancy Drew - Bess and Odette. She barely knew the lady! Give my queen some recovery period from her *ehm* HUNDRED YEARS OF TRAUMA before wanting to jump the bones of the body she's possessing
RNM - It's weird, but Max and Anatsa. I could never picture them, even as a fling.
TVD - Jeremy and Bonnie. when they were together, it was actually an illegal ship y'all. Jeremy was 16, and Bonnie was 18-19. I really wished they'd just bonded as a human connection to Elena and not... yk, ghost-shagged each other
Gilmore Girls - LANE AND ZACH. where did they even come from? out of thin air that's where. Lane deserved her happy ending with Dave Rygalski and I will die on this hill.
Teen Wolf - (brace yourself) Lydia and Parrish. Malia and Parrish. Melissa and Argent. wtf? at this point I'm pretty sure Jeff Davis just played chits and picked his ships randomly. All of Parrish's ships are ew (that's just his luck unfortunately) and Melissa with Peter would have been the best choice are you kidding me? ARGENT AND MELISSA'S KIDS WERE TOGETHER, and not even fwb-together. like SOULMATE together!
Grey's Anatomy - Addison and Alex. They couldn't cash in major potential there. She was the right amount of bitchy to get him off his macho ass. Not everyone has to sleep with everyone Miss Shonda! Also, Teddy and Owen. They're best as friends, because (i hate to admit this) Teddy was right in s18 (was it 19, i think it was 19?) when she told Link to stay away from Jo because marrying best friends and then hating them in marriage is sad.
10. Most disliked arc? Why?
RNM - Again, the Max-Anatsa storyline. It's like, again, they played chits with who she should be with. My Max is not the one-night stand kinda guy (which I'm proud of, representation of my soul) and him sleeping with Anatsa and then just dropping her is WACKY. Isobel and Anatsa were so much better, and had good development
Nancy Drew - Park's arc. The writers had the potential in their very hands and chucked it themselves. Park as the ISM/FHK would have made so much sense, it would have been the best direction for his appearance.
TVD - The entire Alaric x Caroline thing. HATED THAT. HATED THAT the way Ashley Ippolito hates Nate Jacobs. He's like 15 years older than her and IS HER BEST FRIEND'S STEPDAD. And the Alaric and Stefan pissing contest for Caroline. Dear writers you didn't give Caroline Forbes the Elle Woods arc she deserved to put her in this dump of a situation!
Gilmore Girls - Married Dean cheating thing. "He's MY Dean" Rory honey go touch some grass and juggle some balls. He's fucking married and as your mother once said "Solidarity Sister". Lindsey wasn't all that bad, and she definitely deserved better than being cheated on at the age of 19.
Teen Wolf - Argent and Melissa. Explained above. Notice how in the movie, Argent and Melissa didn't really have any romantic/close scene without a third wheel (thank God)? It's like Jeff Davis finally realized that oh shit, aren't their respective kids the main reason this all started?
Grey's Anatomy - Jackson and Maggie. Just— NO.
23. Unpopular character you love?
Nancy Drew - everyone loves everyone in this one. so I can't really say anything divergent
RNM - i think we love everyone right?
TVD - VIncent Griffith (does he count? idk but I love his humor and badassery). Oh, and also Valerie Tulle. She was sweet while she lasted wasn't she? I honestly saw more in Stellerie than in Steroline (why you booing me when I'm right!)
Gilmore Girls - Lindsey. Just because her taste in music is different from Rory and Jess's, doesn't mean she's not a good human. She tried so much to keep her marriage afloat, and I've never seen her be rude like Rory to Shane.
Grey's Anatomy - Sam Bello (basically foetus Liz Ortecho) because she's the sweetest most bubbly thing after firecrackers in honey.
thanks for the ask man, omg i love being salty
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