#certain things u can guess from a mile away
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for surgeons AU could we get some early days, maybe first date or something? obsessed with your work as always
[s/o to everyone who asked for their first date, love u, crossposting this au to ao3 now too i guess lol!]
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‘don’t laugh.’
‘i’m not.’
you glare.
‘i swear, i’m not,’ she lies.
‘cam, you’re actively laughing. physically. audibly. at me.’
camila takes a deep breath and forces herself to frown. ‘okay. sorry. continue.’
‘bea is just — hot.’
you can tell that camila fights a grimace, which is fair, maybe, because she’s known beatrice for years through medical school. ‘she’s also very kind and understanding, if you wanted to, like, do something that would actually be fun for the both of you.’
‘hiking sounds fun.’
‘ava.’
it’s not all that often you feel the tightness in your chest that you remember from childhood: things are far less limited to you now. you have care you need, and your physical therapy and surgeries and medications are usually effective at letting you do whatever you want day-to-day. ‘just — don’t.’
camila sighs. ‘okay. but i promise bea wouldn’t think any less of you.’
you flop back on her sofa. ‘i know that, i really do. but it’s just so not sexy. and you know what is sexy? beatrice without a shirt on hiking ten miles, all sweaty and —‘
‘— it’s november, i’m pretty sure she’ll be wearing a shirt and a jacket —‘
‘— that’s not the point.’
camila loses her battle and does outright laugh at you now. ‘okay. well, to answer your question, you can borrow whatever of my gear you need, and i won’t tell bea.’
‘you’re a saint.’
/
to be fair, beatrice picks you up in her extremely clean subaru — you refrain from saying anything; it’s way too easy for it to actually be fun anyway — and offers you a breakfast sandwich and a coffee from, apparently, her favorite place near her house. it’s a cool, cloudy morning, typical november fair, and it’s still dark out, but you’re used to being up early or really at any time of day or night at this point. you’d done every spine decompression stretch you’ve ever learned in physical therapy, taken some ibuprofen, and truly have no plan other than hoping camila’s trekking poles — a very serious name for very fancy walking sticks — are enough to see you through.
beatrice, for her part, is clearly nervous, and it’s charming: she spends at least twenty minutes talking to you about all of the features of the hike and why it’s an ideal one for the two of you — ‘it’s moderate elevation gain up to the crest, about 2.5 miles, and, since it has southern exposure, we won’t get too much wind today.’ and, ‘if you want to keep going, it’s beautiful along the ridge, and there’s two mild peaks we could summit.’ and, ‘i’ve packed enough food and water for essentially however long we want to go; you can carry some if you’d like, if you didn’t pack much yourself.’ and, ‘anyway, the entire thing is wonderful and, in my experience, fairly empty, especially as it grows colder. but, just our luck: not much rain forecast for today.’ — and then asks, almost painfully awkward, about your last shift.
‘it was fine,’ you say, finishing your sandwich and making sure your trash is neatly packed up in the bag, with hers too. ‘but enough shop talk. i want to know about you.’
she blushes and you see, not for the first time but maybe in a way that’s more obvious than you have before, that beatrice is just a person after all, even if she’s unflappable at work.
‘it’s okay,’ you say, so she doesn’t shut down or feel embarrassed. ‘i don’t mind shop talk, but i’m just — i’m glad to spend the time with you, away from work. plus you’re like a total enigma. very mysterious. it’s kind of hot.’
you haven’t said explicitly this is a first date, but you’ve been on lots of first dates and you’re fairly certain this is one. you’re definitely certain when she laughs, her shoulders loosening down her spine, away from her ears, and says, ‘only kind of?’
‘well, i wasn’t sure if we were just colleagues or just friends or whatever.’
‘or whatever?’
you groan. ‘you’re extremely hot, are you kidding? i think it’s affecting my residency, actually. i get distracted by your hands and then i lose the plot.’
she takes that in, maybe more than you had meant to say but who cares at this point; you’d gotten up at 5 am for her on your day off, so it’s fairly clear how you feel. ‘you’re quite distracting yourself, dr. silva.’
‘in a good or bad way? like, sexy or annoying?’
she rolls her eyes; you can tell, even if she’s still watching the road. ‘it depends. often both.’
you grin, lean back in the seat. ‘i contain multitudes, what can i say. triple threat.’
‘sexy, annoying, and… ?’
‘brilliant, obviously.’
‘oh yes, obviously.’ you pull into a deserted parking lot amidst a lush green forest and a heavy early morning fog; it’s beautiful, and you don’t ever regret that you ended up here, but you feel particularly grateful for it now. ‘you are brilliant, ava.’ it’s serious, the way she says it and the way she squeezes your hand, just once, before she gets out of the car with a soft smile.
you watch her as subtly as you can as she puts on her gear, following suit as closely as you can without being too obvious about it. you know this is, objectively, really stupid and unnecessary, and jillian is probably spidey-senses yelling at you from somewhere in the world, but you have never wanted to impress someone so badly in your entire life. once beatrice is all ready to go, in her warm fleece quarterzip underneath a waterproof shell, a similar setup for her pants, her boots tied securely and her pack neatly zipped, poles ready at the correct height — so your elbows are at 90 degrees, camila had explained yesterday — and a beanie pulled down securely over her buzzed hair and ears.
‘the most important part for me,’ she says.
it takes you a second, but then you laugh. ‘you’re being funny.’
she makes sure her car is locked, zips the keys in a pocket inside her jacket, and then takes off down the trail. ‘i’ve been known to have a sense of humor from time to time.’
she’s not even walking that fast but it’s cold and jillian is mad at you all the time for how much you have to stand just for work, definitely without the however-many-long mile hike you’re about to go on. ‘the other interns are terrified of you, you know.’
beatrice turns toward you with a smirk. ‘and you’re not?’
‘well, i’ve seen you cry, once not even about a patient but about the fact that the coffee cart was out of earl grey tea.’
‘i hadn’t slept in thirty hours.’
you shrug — that’s probably true, but still — and bump her in the shoulder. ‘i like you,’ you tell her, honest, finally, amongst the moss and the ferns, the sun barely up, no one around to hear you. there’s a different kind of fear you feel when it comes to beatrice: not as dr. choi, indomitably talented and ruthlessly efficient resident, but as someone whose cologne you recognize, as someone who you want to make your grandma’s vatapáfor. ‘you’re kind to me.’
beatrice slows down for a moment — thank fucking god — and takes you in. you feel out of place often, and especially here, but the best thing about her is that, even if she senses it, she never faults you. ’that’s what you deserve.’ and then, ‘i hope i am. i want to be.’
you don’t know much about her, really: you know that she went to boarding school at 14 and had been at the top of her class at the best schools and programs in the world ever since; that she loves to be in nature and has known lilith for forever; that her accent loosens, just slightly, when she’s especially excited or especially exhausted. she likes otters, you’ve gathered, from a little pin on her coat, and she wants to go into cardio because it’s endlessly fascinating to her, and impossible, and miraculous. she runs so much admin for the free gender affirming surgery clinic even though it’s not her speciality and she certainly doesn’t have to; she learned asl last year, in addition to a host of other languages she speaks, to better communicate with patients and colleagues. you think, of anyone in your program, maybe of anyone at the hospital entirely, she’s chief superion’s favorite.
there are so many things you want to learn about her: what makes her scared and who she let take care of her after she had top surgery and what her favorite song is and what book made her cry as a child and if she likes comedies or is more of a drama kind of girl. you want, you can admit to yourself, to know everything about her in a way you’ve never quite wanted anything before.
‘you’re the best person i know.’ you’re worried it’s too much before she smiles — not at you, too shy, but you catch it anyway before she looks away.
‘that’s generous.’
‘still, true.’
she worries her lip before saying, ‘i am, technically, your boss.’
‘barely.’
‘ava.’
‘hmm. not dr. silva? doesn’t sound very position of power to me.’
‘i — i like you too.’ you watch her push her poles into the soft ground a little harder, like her whole body is fighting — to say what she means, or to not say it, you’re not sure.
you’ve had crossroads in your life before, most of them really fucking horrible — until they weren’t, until the world stretched out before you and opened up before you. you’ve talked over and over about this with jillian and the therapist she made sure you went to before you consented to any truly dangerous and experimental procedures or injections: disability was limiting, sure, but the real harm was done by the lack of care afforded you, not your lack of movement. you work so, so hard to believe it on good days; it’s nearly impossible on the worst.
but this is the best day, you decide. camila is right: beatrice is kind and caring and brave in ways you know; in ways you have yet to find out.
you’ve made it maybe half a mile into the hike but your back is aching, left foot going numb already, your right hand clenched too tight around the handle of the pole, so much so that even the soft cork of it hurts. so, instead of moving and moving and moving like you always do, like you have since the moment you could close your hands into fists so tight you swore you’d never let the world go: you stop.
bea takes a few more steps and then notices; she turns around and looks at you curiously.
‘sorry,’ you say, impulse and fear and habit, then shake your head. ‘actually, uh. i’m not? yeah, i’m not.’
she stands steady, unfazed by that. ‘okay.’
‘uh, well. i like you too. i already said that, but i really like you. i don’t — god, this sounds so stupid. but i don’t want to be your intern.’
the small, amused smile on beatrice’s face makes you feel better. ‘am i not a good teacher?’
‘i think there are lots of other things i would enjoy you teaching me.’ you close your eyes for a moment as she laughs, trying to regroup. ‘okay, i am sorry for that one.’
‘don’t be. i quite enjoyed it.’
‘before — before we tell chief superion anything, if you wanted to try, just — you should know that i shouldn’t have said yes to going on this hike.’
beatrice’s brow knits together, so immediately concerned you reach for her hand.
‘not because — it’s beautiful,’ you say. ‘you’re beautiful, and i’m so happy you asked me.’
she doesn’t look any less worried, which is fair.
‘i have a spinal cord injury,’ you say, and her face softens into something you’re terrified of for a moment, until you realize it’s only patience, only an opening for understanding — not pity, and certainly not anything close to contempt.
‘okay,’ she says, calmly and as kind as ever.
stupid, annoying tears burn at your eyes. ‘i just — you love hiking, and you asked and planned so nicely, and you wanted to share this special thing with me, and —‘
‘ava,’ she says, then brings her thumbs to wipe your cheeks with a gentle smile. ‘i just wanted to spend time with you. you’re right, i enjoy hiking, but i also enjoy lots of other things. things that i would also want to share with you.’
‘i should be using a cane at work,’ you admit, in the middle of this beautiful forest where no one but her can hear you. ‘i haven’t been because i didn’t, i don’t —‘
‘— while i think it’s wise you’re moved off my service,’ she says, ‘i will burn down that entire hospital if anyone looks down on you for that.’
‘that seems counterintuitive to do no harm.’ the way you say it is wobbly and your nose is full of snot and it’s kind of all so terrible, but then you catch up: ‘you don’t want me on your service?’
beatrice steadies herself. ‘i want to kiss you.’
‘even after —‘
‘ava, listen. i want to kiss you.’
‘yeah,’ you say, and lean forward.
it feels like your entire body lights up, even though it aches in the damp cold — golden light everywhere.
/
you laugh a little afterward, then beatrice smiles and takes off back toward her car without any complaints.
‘it’s still rather early,’ she says as you go on your way, ‘and we’re only about twenty minutes from the car.’
you grimace. ‘yeah, sorry.’
she shakes her head. ‘there are undoubtedly so many things you need to apologize for daily, ava —‘
‘— hey —‘
‘— but this is not one of them.’
‘fine,’ you huff.
she’s unfazed. ‘i was going to ask if perhaps you wanted to come over to my place. among other things i like in addition to hiking, i do like to catch up on rest as well. and then perhaps lunch? there’s a spot near me that has wonderful oysters.’
‘a nap? in your sexy house? lunch? with your sexy face?’
she ignores most of it: ‘it’s a rather normal house.’
‘i bet it’s sexy. lilith told me you were rich.’
beatrice grimaces.
‘it’s okay. like, really. i just bet you’re, like, the kind of person who has bespoke everything, aren’t you?’
‘no,’ she says, but she’s blushing and looking away from you.
‘you know, you’ve got a terrible poker face.’
‘only when it comes to you, i’m afraid.’
‘ah, what a terrible fate.’
‘the worst,’ she agrees, shaking her head with a smile. ‘it’s got a good view, i will say.’
‘well, lead the way then.’
‘ava, we’re just walking back to the car.’
you roll your eyes. ‘you know what i mean.’
/
beatrice’s house is beautiful, perched on a hill with giant windows overlooking the sound and the olympics. she laughs — not unkindly — when you admit that all of your hiking gear is actually camila’s, says, ‘i thought that pack looked familiar,’ and then lends you a hoodie and some comfortable running shorts to change into. you don’t ask her so many things brimming inside of you; she doesn’t ask you either, although you’re sure she — as bea and as dr. choi — has a billion questions. you’ll ask and answer everything in due time.
for today, you bully her — with far too little bullying involved to make her argument of i’ve never seen it before and i don’t waste my time on shows like this — to start binging season 4 of real housewives of salt lake city; even less convincing when she knows all about jen’s escapades last season and then clamps her mouth shut when you laugh into her shoulder.
‘it’s compelling, fine,’ she says with a very dramatic pout, and you’re kissing it off her face before you can think twice.
she smiles into it, your nerves dissipating, and it’s good, and right, and safe. you eventually kiss her cheek and run a hand over the soft bristles of her hair — which you’ve been dying to do — while she smiles and then settle into her side.
‘thank you.’
she lets out a big breath, peaceful under the blanket, thick socks on your feet, cold rain outside but only warmth in this house with you in it. ‘no, ava. thank you.’
#wn fic#avatrice fic#avatrice#prompts#surgeons au#if there's two things i love it's hiking & rhwoslc!#butch bea 🥺🫡#they’re both so silly
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ONCE AGAIN DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR NOT READING/ANSWERING RIGHT AWAY I know how school can be so hard and take so much of your time! In fact, I expect you to take ur time answering, since I assume you're busy. So don't worry!
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It's been weeks, Daisy noticed, that Ruggie Bucchi, the greediest person she knew, had started sharing his food with her. Granted, he wasn't sharing his actual meal, but everytime he somehow could get his hands on a dessert, especially if they were pumpkin flavored, he would always give them to her.
Sometimes Daisy thought he went out of his way to get his hands on said desserts just for her, but that was an obscure theory that Daisy was ashamed of even pondering.
That all happened after the incident with Azul and his contract with Daisy, and the sharing of desserts was only the beginning. She also noticed how he started being… more gentle with her. If he happened to be around, he’d hold the door open for her; if her hair happened to be a mess, he would quickly fix it for her; if he passed by her in the hallways of the school, he would quickly pet her head and continue walking as if nothing had happened. The Ruggie Bucchi, known for being greedy, selfish and for never doing anything for anyone unless he got something in return, was suddenly doing all of this for Daisy… but with what intent?
Initially, Daisy assumed he wanted to somehow make her in debt with him, but he never showed any signs of asking for something in return, nor did he ever voice wanting something from her. Then, she thought maybe she had him in debt with her, but she remembered him saying that his debt for her helping him recover after Leona's overblot had already been paid for him helping her stay in Savanaclaw. Soon she came to the conclusion that maybe she was just thinking too much about all of this. So Ruggie was being nicer to her, what about it?
Except… she couldn't deny her big crush on the hyena beastman. She couldn't deny how endearing she thought he was by always commenting on his beloved grandma, how amazed she was at his hard work and determination and how much his support in the few days she stayed at Savanaclaw meant to her. She couldn't deny any of it.
And she guessed… she thought he was quite handsome as well…
The thing is, Daisy couldn't stop thinking about each and everyone of Ruggie’s small acts of kindness and care, not when every movement of his made her heart skip a beat and her face blush to an unbelievable extent. She kept wondering why he was suddenly like this, so thoughtful and caring around her… yet her brain kept telling her it was probably nothing much, that she was overthinking… he was probably just showing he saw her as a friend. Which she liked to believe she was but… the idea of being seen as only a friend by him was no longer appealing. She hated being so selfish but she wanted to be way more than a friend.
“I’m certain Ruggie’s got a crush on the prefect.” Ace had said once, making Daisy blush as she looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.
“W-what makes you think that?”
“Daisy, have you ever seen Ruggie be this considerate to literally anyone else? As a guy who's been in a relationship I can tell a crush from a mile away.”
“You have one relationship experience and you ended up ghosting the poor girl, I don't think you have the right to speak.” Deuce retaliated and so a banter started between the two, as Grim laughed at them as he rested on Daisy’s lap.
That one comment made Daisy’s head hurt even more. Did… did Ruggie like her back? If… if so, was this his way of showing it to her? Most importantly, why hasn't he asked her out yet if that was the case?
The blonde was tired, to say the least, so she made up her mind: she would corner Ruggie and ask him straight up what was up with all these confusing signals and if he liked her in return. Yes! She was gonna do it!
…Except it was easier said than done.
“You ain't gonna eat that?” Ruggie said, finishing his sandwich. Him and Daisy ended up finding each other at the botanical gardens, Ruggie seemed to have just given Leona his lunch and was about to have his, and Daisy wanted to eat somewhere less crowded for once. She wanted time to think. “I'm always hungry so I can finish that for ya.”
“No, it's- I'll eat it.” Daisy said, continuing to eat the croissant she was able to buy in the cafeteria earlier that day. It felt like home.
“If you insist. Also, that reminds me.” Ruggie takes out two lollipops from his pockets and hands one to Daisy. She observes it as she finishes chewing on the last bite of her croissant. It was pumpkin flavored. “I found these lollipops at a very cheap price at Sam’s store. I never saw one pumpkin flavored before.” Then, Ruggie unwrapped his own, putting it into his mouth and letting a happy hum escape. Daisy smiled at him as she tried unwrapping her lollipop.
“Thanks, Ruggie. You didn't have to...” she said, her cheeks pink, this was exactly what she was talking about, why would he spend money on a lollipop for her? Sure, it might not be expensive but every bit of money counted for Ruggie… she sighed quietly as she tried but failed to unwrap her lollipop.
“Here.” Ruggie got the lollipop from her hands, unwrapping it and putting the wrap in his pocket until he could throw it away. He put it in front of her mouth and Daisy felt her face warm up as he basically fed her the lollipop. She hated how he didn't even look affected by that.
“Thank you…” she held onto her lollipop for dear life, her face red as she stared at the ground.
“‘tis nothing.” Ruggie chuckled, breaking his lollipop with his teeth with extreme ease. “Simple stuff.”
“But you’ve been doing a lot of simple stuff to me lately…” she tried hinting at what she wanted to say… maybe he would recognize she wanted an explanation so she wouldn't have to deal with having to ask awkward questions.
Ruggie seemed to smile sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “It's really not that big a deal. I do this kinda stuff for the neighborhood kids back home all the time.”
“Oh.” Daisy felt slightly hurt, did that mean he saw her as nothing more than a friend? Perhaps even a sibling because of how he viewed those kids? “So… Do you just… think of me as those kids? Like, a sister?”
“What? Ew, no.” That thought seemed to disgust him, shown by his sour expression. “I just mean that I'm used to doing this sort of thing.”
“Oh.” she let a small smile escape, relieved at hearing that. She seemed to stop for a moment, wanting to ponder and wonder if asking her question really was worth it… but she knew if she didn't she would go crazy. “Do you… see me as something else then?”
Ruggie looked at her and she saw — or maybe that was her wishful thinking — the faint blush on his cheeks. His ears twitched as he tilted his head.
“What do you mean?”
“Ruggie, do you- uhm…” Daisy breathed in and out, trying to have courage for what she was about to ask. “Do you… like me, or something? I mean… as in, do you have… feelings for me?”
Ruggie went quiet for a moment, as he held onto his lollipop stick and looked ahead, a small wrinkle on his nose and a blush on his cheeks. Did she upset him…? Did… did he feel offended by the idea? Maybe even disgusted at the thought of-
“Yeah.”
Daisy looked at him in shock, her eyes widening as her mouth was open, her lollipop in her hand and the other one gripping the bench they were both sitting on. Did he just- did he admit to having a crush on her? Just like that? That easily?
“Why’d you think I was doing all this, dummy?” Ruggie frowned at her, finger flicking her forehead and she held the place he touched, still very much in awe and confused.
“Then why didn't you tell me anything?”
“I don't know… that's not really in my nature, I guess…” Ruggie scratched his head, embarrassed. “You might not know this because you're a human… but male hyenas usually just… do stuff to get the female’s approval… I was just waiting for you to catch onto the clues.”
“I– R-Ruggie I'm not a beastman, I don't understand this sort of stuff!” She complained, her face unbelievably red as Ruggie chuckled, his own cheeks the same color.
“I know but come on! I thought I was being pretty obvious even for a human!” Daisy puffed out her cheeks, mumbling something under her breath as she tasted her lollipop once again. Ruggie let out his signature laugh and tilted his head, looking fondly at the girl sitting next to him. “Aw, come on, don't be like that, silly.”
“Well… then take me on a date.”
“Huh?”
“I'm tired of beating around the bush.” Daisy explained, she looked at the ground in embarrassment, but she knew if she wanted whatever relationship they could have to work, she needed to continue. “So… take me on a date. Since I like you and… and you seem to like me.”
“You… like me?” Ruggie seemed almost surprised at the thought, his ears twitching and his cheeks pink as he forced an awkward smile. “You mean it?”
“I-I’ve liked you for a while now, that's why I asked what you thought of me… seeing you being so nice to me without an apparent reason was making me very confused.” The blonde tried looking at him, a slight frown on her face as she pouted.
Adorable, was what Ruggie thought.
“Well… I can't take you anywhere fancy.” The hyena beastman said, almost fearful that she would reject him for such a thing, but she simply shook her head and smiled warmly.
“I don't mind. As long as you're there, that's all I need.”
Ruggie’s blue eyes stared at Daisy’s brown ones for a moment, before he burst into laughter, making the girl blush in embarrassment as she frowned at him, saying: “don't laugh!”
“You're too sappy Daisy!”
“If you don't like it then–”
“I do. I like it very much.” He stopped laughing, drying a few years that were starting to show, and Daisy looked at the side, biting her lips. “Alright, I’ll take you on a date.” he got a few strands of her hair, bringing it close to his face as he smiled at her. “If you wish.”
Daisy smiled back, her face red but she didn't mind it anymore. “I’ll be delighted.”
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG?????? THATS ADORABLE
LIKE IDONT THINK U UNDERSTAND HOW ADORABLE THIS IS TO ME— OMGOMGOMG I WANNA KISS THEIR FOREHEADS AND TUCK THEM IN BED THIS IS SO😭😭😭🩷
GIVING THEM ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD BC AKDUWKDYQKGEWJSIWKDUWK
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sugar crash
summary : you passed out in the gym while training for your test and spence worries about you
pairings : medical doctor!spencer reid x reader
word count : 1280
warnings : hypoglycemic attack, passing out, medical checkups, i think that's it
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pushing yourself too hard, especially in the gym can result in some not-so-good outcome just like i did today. my annual physical test for the FBI is coming and i wanna crush it. i've been training for months now, and with morgan and reid helping me, you can say that i'm as ready as i'll ever be.
waking up late, i didn’t have time to eat anything so i just grab some coffee and went to the gym. we start our training as usual and i still feel like i can do it, so we go for more. halfway through the third set of my workout, i feel like i was gonna faint. i started breathing more heavily and with my pulse racing, really, it’s hard to breathe normally. even with all of this, i keep pushing myself to finish the set, and yes i finished it, but by the time i did, my face was looking like a corpse. reid came to me and that’s when i realize that my legs started to gave out. luckily he was there and he quickly steadied me and put me down slowly. morgan knew something was wrong and he quickly ran towards us.
“reid what the hell happened?” he asked worriedly.
“i think she’s having a hypoglycemic attack.” he then reached for my neck to try and find a pulse.
i was drifting in and out of consciousness at that point and i just can’t seem to keep myself together. i started to have tunnel vision even tho i was laying down. they asked me something but i didn’t say a word, not because i don’t want to, but just because i need to focus on staying consciousness. i could hear reid saying things like “you’re ok and you’re gonna be fine” but at that point, i just couldn’t hold it.
when reid finally was certain that i was running low on my blood sugar, he knew that he needed to get something in me, soon, and most of the time, the ideal treatment for this would be an iv fluids but we’re in the middle of a gym that only have gauzes and bandages alongside with alcohol and that kinda stuff in the first aid kid so, he had no choice beside waking me up.
he gave me a sternal rub and after a few seconds he asked, “y/n, can you hear me?” i heard his voice echoed in my ears as i feel like my soul was a thousand mile away from my body. i couldn’t bring any words out so i just nodded as an answer.
“okay good, now do you think you can sit up for a bit, i just need you to drink this.” he said with an orange juice in the glass which i assumed morgan got from the cafetaria since spencer never leave my side.
i was already feeling better so i tried to sit up with both of them holding and steadying me as i do so. i finally drink the juice and i feel better almost immediately. when they see my face brightened up, morgan broke the silence.
“why didn’t you tell me that you’re not feeling good? we could’ve stopped and you wouldn’t have fainted.” he may sound angry but i could hear the worry in his voice so i just answered, “i thought i can pull through. we always do this and i've never had any issue with it.” morgan raised his eyebrows in sign of his confusion and agreement. i've never had any trouble doing this so what made me faint?
“what did you eat before this?” reid asked even tho i'm pretty sure that he already know or atleast guess that i went to the gym with only caffeine running in my blood. when i looked down and bite my inner cheek, that’s when he know for sure that i didn’t start my day with a proper meal.
“i didn’t think that i need to lecture you for this but seriously y/n, you should know better.” he paused for a bit before continuing, “you could’ve gotten hurt you know?”
i gave him a sorry face knowing that none of my reason or maybe excuse i say will make him feel better. but when surprisingly he didn’t continue talking, i said sorry.
“you should say that to yourself cause i'm not letting you go until i check you out.” he stated, and seeing his serious face, you know that you’re not getting out of this.
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“sit down.” he ordered. and knowing that i can’t do anything to stop him from doing this, i followed his order and sat on the exam table.
he took all of the equipment he’ll need to check me out and when i saw the lancet i panicked. he hooked me up into some monitor and when he grabbed his stethoscope, i know what’s gonna happen next. i tried to lower my heart rate so that he’ll not notice my nervousness, yeah well apparently this is not gonna work since he already know about how nervous i am about ‘doctor’ stuff.
he pressed down his stethoscope to my chest and it was warmer than i thought it would be, and when he hear that my heart’s beating a mile an hour, he try to calm me down. “relax, i'm not gonna hurt you.” he said with his soothing voice and that just give me so much comfort that i finally managed to get my heart rate down.
“now take a deep breath.” he muttered. i took a deep breath and when he finished, he let me know about his findings.
“well, your heart and lungs sounds clear but you have a relatively high heart rate. i know that this might be caused by your ‘doctor nervousness’ but i just wanna make sure you’re okay so i'm gonna keep an eye of you for a while.” he rambled.
“it’s not my ‘doctor nervousness’ reid, i don’t mind if you’re the one doing it, it’s just because of that.” i said, pointing my finger to the lancet on the table.
“ah, okay. the bad news is i still need to do it since you were hypoglycemic, but, i also have a good news.”
“and what’s that?” you asked curiously.
“i have a distraction. and i'm certain that you’re gonna like it.” giving me a wink and his phone with a video that have morgan as the thumbnail. i started watching the video of emily pushing him to a ditch and when spence saw me laughing my ass off on what she does to him, he quickly took the sample of my blood.
i winced out of surprise but when i do realize it, the needle is already out of my finger leaving a tiny hole on my index finger. he pressed my finger a bit which hurts more than i expected but in less than 5 seconds, it was all over. we heard a beep and that indicates the reading of my blood sugar level is done.
“your numbers are still low but i think you’re gonna be fine. what do you want to eat after this?” he questioned.
“hmm, i'm kinda craving dumplings right now.”
“well then dumpling it is, let’s go.” he offered his hands and took me to my favorite place before going to work.
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“pretty girl, how’re you feeling?” morgan asked, seeing me coming to the office with reid next to me.
“better now that i've seen what emily did to you in that ditch.” i laughed. and that leaves morgan with a confused slash embarrassed face and the rest of the team laughing.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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Love in Moscow
King Ivan x reader
Warnings: written with the intention of gn reader but one detail slipped and mentioned afab :(, mentions of animal hide (only once!), mentions of food
word count: 2.4k
Author’s note: inspired by one's songs 'Moscow Moscow' and 'we must love' but there's no correlation in the lyrics, just vibes.
The Kingdom of Snow was cold. That was obvious, if a place snows it's cold. But no one told how cold the Kingdom of Snow was. It’s easy to dismiss miles upon miles of ice and constant snow as cold but to travel through it and feel how cold this tundra was is a completely different thing.
Because of the weather, carriages are hard to come across. The harsh winds can blow everything you carry away, the ice can wither down the wood easily, the long stretches of land between cities can leave you to succumb to the elements. To travel in this kingdom was for the wealthier: to own a carriage with steel wheels, to bulk up your horses for the long and cold journey, to supply a large stock of resources during the long voyage through the cold.
Once you pass the cold meadows you then travel into the forests. This part seems easier. Instead of harsh snowy winds, you saw tall fir and pine trees. Here you could warm better from the insulation from the thick woods surrounding you. You saw glimpses of wildlife, foxes and snow rabbits, when peering out of the carriages windows. Seeing the vast landscapes of this kingdom reminds you of your role to play. Your role in your new marriage.
After the passing of his father, Prince Ivan was crowned the new king. There was little interaction with the public during that time, you could only guess that there was talk of coronation, betrothal, new positions in government.
And here you are, a noble daughter from the outer parts of the Rain Kingdom, traveling north. A long journey from where you’ve spent all of your life. Where you were from had some bad winters but it's nothing compared to this. And you're not even there yet. You’ve been traveling for almost a week, a few days trip taking so long because of the harsh snow. You’re not mad, it’s just very shocking to see places so vastly different, and especially cold. You're so deep into thought about the weight of everything you jump a little when your lady in waiting talks.
"Are you nervous?"
You take a second to collect yourself, trying to remember what your friend, Rosalie, just asked.
"U-umm," Your face flushed, "Maybe." You couldn’t help but laugh. "I'm not scared-nervous, but I'm kind of nervous?"
"That doesn't make sense Y/N."
Hushing her, you said "Maaaybee, but it's not like sweating-nervous but a hmm-what-should-i-expect-nervous" you tapped your chin to animate your thought.
You both start laughing. This moment helped you, you’ve been so caught up in what could happen you’re finally able to take a breath and live in the now.
Rosalie starts grabbing at something she kept in her pocket.
“Now,” She brings out a little portrait of someone and holds it by the side of your face, “I do dare say you two would make a handsome couple.”
Your face burns hot, “You did not take that.”
“And who to say I did? Maybe a certain princess, soon-to-be queen, may have.”
You grab the portrait laughing, “Where did you find this?”
The portrait came in the mail with a package of animal pelts, fashioned into cloaks and jackets, alongside a paper talking over a betrothal arrangement. A huge opportunity, especially from a lower noble of a foreign kingdom. Your parents talked it over with the court of the Rain Kingdom and it was decided to set the betrothal for the two of you. Later on, your kingdom’s court painter did your portrait to send over to the Snow Kingdom’s court.
You remember showing your friends at court, though your mother told you not to, this portrait of Prince Ivan. So much fun, picking out clothing for your portrait, them analyzing his face to guess his personality. Though it was only a few weeks ago, so many fun memories arose from this portrait.
When you awoke the coach announced that they would be arriving soon. That soon was apparently in an hour. You quickly woke up Rosalie and Jane telling them the news. Oh my god, you’re going to be meeting your husband. Your heart rate is going through the roof. Will he like you? Do you look good enough to meet the court? Who’s at the court? Will someone make enemies with you? A million things are going through your mind.
“Hey, Y/N! Stop making that face, it’s fine.” Says Jane.
“How do you know?”
“Because he’s probably doing the same thing, running around his palace acting a fool. He’s probably changed his clothes three times to make sure he looks good for you.” She’s rubbing your back in circular motions.
“Yeah, yeah. H-he was the one who sent his portrait, not me.” You rationalize.
“Exactly,” chimed Rosalie, “You must remain calm and collected to out-cool him.”
You laugh, “Yeah, out cool him. I’m new, I’m cool.
Before you know it, you’re already in the city.
Jane claps her hands together saying “Okay, we’re almost there! Let’s get you to your best presentability.”
You rake your fingers through your hair, brushing and smoothing it out, your friends smooth out your clothes. When you arrive at the gates of the court you only peak through the little bit you can see from the closed curtain. From what little you do see, you saw ornate brick and a huge palace with details of gold and beautiful shrubs. It was classy without showing off. A perfect balance between simple yet intricate.
The carriage stopped in front of a tall staircase leading up to the palace, giving a beautiful view of the building. Everyone got out and the luggage was taken to various apartments. With very step you looked everywhere, from the floor to the light shining on the palace, the height of the palace to the gardens in the background, this was such a beautiful place. Your breath was taken even more when you entered the palace. Warm wood flooring with gold embellishments everywhere. Walls were adorned with a cerulean blue wallpaper, perfectly accenting the gold furniture.
You were shown to the apartment where you would be staying. It was very spacious, having the size of two rooms, it looked like they removed a large door to open up this front room to the back room. The front part of the room was adorned with a mini piano, some chairs,a couch, a table, and a bookshelf. While the back half of the room, beyond the arch, was the bedroom. Here was a bed, a wardrobe, a vanity, a privacy screen beside the wardrobe, a writing desk, a small fireplace, another bookshelf, and a set of nightstands.
You were dazzled by the details in every furniture piece, the deep brown colors contrasting the gold hardware. The wallpaper in your room was a soft gray blue, there were some picture frames on the walls, some of the women who were nobles here.
A chambermaid walks in with your trunk and curtsey at you, “Hello, ma’am, I’m Ivanna. I’ll be your servant.”
You curtsey back at her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ivanna.”
Turning towards a certain painting, “Could you tell me who she is?”
“That’s the King’s mother, ma’am.”
“Oh, thank you.” You walk towards the trunk she carried in and started going through it. You see her leave the room, probably to grab at the rest of them. As you lay out the contents you start putting things away in their respective area.
When Ivanna reappears she tells you that this is your clothing trunk.
“Ah, thank you. I’ll put these up immediately.”
“Ah, ma’am, should I help you get ready for dinner tonight? It may start in two hours.”
“I don’t want to hassle you, you’re doing enough for me already.”
You walk over to the vanity, by the window, and start fixing your hair. You smooth it out and style it accordingly. When done, you walk over to your trunk and look through the clothing to pick out your dinner clothes.
“Could you help me, Ivanna?” You flushed a little, “I don’t want to wear the wrong thing on the first dinner here.”
She walks over and looks at the clothes laid out. Scanning over them, she picks out the light blue outfit. “This one.”
“Thank you!” You grab it and take it to the other side of the wardrobe screen. It was a gray tone baby blue cotton outfit, adorned with white flowers along the seam lines and neckline. After dressing you paired it with some silver and clear crystal jewelry. You walk towards the bed seeing a small oval picture frame next to some books, examining it you realize it’s the portrait of Prince Ivan. Blushing you grab it and store it away into one of the nightstands.
You hear a light knock on your door, turning around, you see your mother walk into the room. She smiles at you, “You look so well.”
“Thank you, mother.” You smile at her.
“The dinner will start soon,” She locks her arms with yours, “I’ll miss you.”
“We still have time together, mother, we still have today and tomorrow morning.”
“We do, I’m just stuck in my head.” She chuckles.
The two of you walk down the hallways to find the rest of the party. The servants escort everyone to the dining hall, during the walk down you notice how different everything looks in candlelight. Before the palace had a yellow softness from the sunlight and now everything has an orange tinge to it. Not bad but it’s very different, almost feels like a whole new palace.
When you arrive at the dining hall King Ivan, his mother, and someone new was there to greet you. Everyone did their curtsey to the new king and found their place at the dinner table. King Ivan looked quite similar to the portrait given to you, but the painting couldn’t show how tall he was going to be. He’s almost towering over people, had he not brought his, even taller, friend, Ivan would be the tallest in the room.
Before everyone was finished exchanging names, Ivan made his way over to you. “Thank you for making tonight, or, um. Thank you for agreeing to this arrangement.”
You try to stay collected when answering, hearing his fumble over his words calms your nerves.
“Of course, thank you for the invitation and everything.”
He smiles at you, “How was the trip up here, other than cold, of course.”
“It was fun, the countryside is very beautiful.”
“That’s a relief, most can’t stand the solitude of the countryside.” He laughs.
“Do you prefer the city or the countryside?” You ask.
“O-oh, um, both are good. I like the city, but I think I like the countryside more. There is when I don’t have to worry, you know? I can be me, not king or prince. U-um what about you?” Ivan asks.
“I also like the countryside. I do agree with you on the, hmm, liking to take a break to the countryside. The city is nice but everyone deserves a break, every now and then.” You explain.
You can see the sigh of relief Ivan let out. As soon as he thought of something to say everyone was ushered to sit at their spots.
The table was made of three long tables pushed together creating a squarish ‘U’ shape, with King Ivan and yourself at the front alongside your parents and his side had his mother and his friend. The longer sides were filled with his court guests and your party.
“This palace is very beautiful.” You compliment him.
“Thank you, it’s a relief to hear how much you enjoy this kingdom. I was worried you’d hate everything.”
The servants come out and put down many dishes at every table. Roasted chicken, a stew, steamed fish, and two desserts, a cake dessert as well as a chocolate dessert. They served glasses of orange water as well as wine.
Before everyone started eating, Ivan rose to give a toast.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming here. I appreciate those from the Rain Kingdom for making the journey to us, I do hope we treat you hospitably. May this union be happy and fruitful.”
As he sat down your mother caressed your hand, turning to face her, you see her smiling face.
“He’s very promising.”
You laugh, “He is."
When everyone finished eating and conversing, people slowly started retiring to their apartments. You had conversed with Ivan most of the night, whether it was small talk or a deep question. You were completely immersed into the world of the two of you. At one point, you yawned and, worrying he tired you out, Ivan wanted you to go to bed. Going so far as to walk you to your room.
“You really didn’t have to walk me, but thank you.” You smiled.
“If I didn’t walk you here how could I be sure you don’t get lost?” He questions.
You laugh, “Maybe.”
Lingering at the door of your room, you don’t want to go in. Not just yet.
“Thank you,” you begin, “Not just for walking me here, but for everything. You’ve shown me such kindness.”
You can feel your hands shake from how nervous you are, the both of you instinctually move closer to each other. You wonder if your heartbeat is audible from how hard it’s beating in your chest.
“Your highness-”
The both of you jump from the sudden sound, moving away from each other as if caught in a bad position. A simple chambermaid was doing her usual duties and walked up to the two of you, both unaware of your surroundings.
“Are you okay, your highnesses?” the maid asks.
“Y-yes, I was just going to my room.” You explain, still jumpy.
“I-I walked her here, d-don’t worry!” Ivan is flushed a deep pink.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” She curtseys and starts walking away.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get going.” Ivan says before he power walks away to his apartment.
You also go away and walk into your room. Closing the door behind you, you can feel your heart beat what feels like a hundred miles an hour. You walk over and fall onto your bed, exhaustion finally settling in. Looking up at the ceiling all you can think about was the dinner. Thinking of how this would be in a year from now, thinking of what the wedding was going to be like.
You get up and change into your sleeping clothes. Before you climb into bed you open the nightstand where you threw that portrait. Smiling, you close the drawer back up.
#kingdom imagines#kingdom scenarios#park yoosung x reader#ivan x reader#kingdom ivan#I finished this a few days ago and I havent read the last part of it since I wrote it#I dont really care rn I'll just post it huuuu#pls send me an ask if I need to fix the warning section/forgot to put something <3
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As I'm sure I've mentioned before and will mention again in the future, one of the great things about being a Goose fan over the last four years has been watching the band get better and better as they get bigger and bigger. Of course, this is just my opinion and I'm sure there are others who would disagree, but I've found that pretty much every tour is even better than the last. If I'm being really picky, I guess I would say that this doesn't necessarily hold true for summer '22 and summer '23, but fall '22 was crazy and fall '23 was my favorite tour so far by a mile, both making up for any possible summer shortcomings. Also, from experience, bean-counting the relative merits of certain shows and/or tours in this much detail always eventually leads to me having less fun while listening, so I usually try to avoid it.
I'm indulging a bit now, though, just to drive home the point that fall '23 felt to me like yet another high-water mark for the band...but in a bit of an odd way. The tour was split between the US and Europe, and while I enjoyed watching/listening to all of it, I felt like there was in interesting difference between the two "halves." Namely, I was blown away by the consistent depth and energy in the band's improvisation during the US leg, and though I found the Europe shows to feature a bit less long-form improvisation per show, it felt to me that when the band was really locked in, they were going places they'd never gone before. Basically, US = breadth, Europe = depth.
I guess that's a statement that could be applied outside of Goose in a number of ways, as well, but I digress.
What I'm getting at is that while the Euro tour in general might not have consistently delivered the kind of heavy improvisation the previous US run did, there are still a lot of great jams (I should know, I'm writing about most of them!) and a few that stand as some of the best I've ever heard from the band.
I've written about a few of these already (the Paris "Madhuvan" > "Red Bird," the Amsterdam "Thatch") and there are a few I haven't covered (the Amsterdam "Wysteria Lane" > "Electric Avenue," the Brussels "Red Bird," the Glasgow "Pancakes," the Bristol "Wysteria Lane," the "Red Bird" from the first night in London and the "Hungersite" and basically the entire second set from the second night in London). I'm not sure if I'll get to every single one of these at any point, but I wanted to be sure to cover the "I Would Die 4 U" > "Thatch" combo from Manchester because it's maybe the best bit of music from the Euro tour...and I can finally "authoritatively" say that after watching London night two last night! Opinions are now facts!
So, here we go. I won't do any background on "Thatch" this time because I already wrote up the song a bit when I covered the Amsterdam version. All you really need to know going in about "I Would Die 4 U" is that it's an awesome cover arrangement of an awesome Prince song.
This is only Goose's second time covering the Prince tune, as they debuted it on 10/6/23 at Red Rocks. That first version was played mostly straight in my recollection, and this version is the first to expand a bit beyond the boundaries of the song proper. Rick takes a solo at 3:20, and things are pretty chill until, all of a sudden at 4:17, he changes to a grungier tone and Ben switches over to a disco beat and now, with very little warning, WE ARE DOING THE JAM.
I love this groove, and love that, just for fun, Rick starts throwing "Axel F" teases in around 5:30. There's nothing particularly unique or exploratory about the jamming here, but it suits the song without going overboard, and Rick throwing out more "Axel F" teases at 6:55 is just icing on the cake. Also, the drop back into the song proper at 8:00 is perfect.
There's a brief pause after the song so everyone can catch their collective breath, and then the opening riff to "Thatch" hits. I won't say much about the composed part of the song here other than to note that the solo Rick absolutely RIPS in the middle of the song is kind of a harbinger for where this jam is gonna go.
The jam starts at 14:35, featuring a breakdown that nicely highlights the rhythm section. Flourishes from Pete (including callbacks to the "Mario Coin Sound" from the Amsterdam "Thatch") and mellow soloing from Rick are the icing on the cake here.
Also, it's worth noting that during this section you can actually hear Trevor.
I will quit complaining about the Euro tour sound mix someday. Not today, though.
I've mentioned before that one of the things I've appreciated hearing throughout the Euro tour is the band's increased willingness to hang around in mellow jam spaces rather than quickly abandoning them for faster and/or louder playing. This is a great example of that sort of thing: we stay in this vein for around three minutes, but everyone is throwing enough new ideas out there that it never feels stale or boring, especially when Pete and Rick both start playing really angular melodies starting around 17:00. This leads Rick to the riff that will come to dominate most of the rest of this jam. He plays a version of it for the first time at 17:45.
Once it becomes clear that he's locked on to this idea, Peter introduces a creepy synth and the tenor of the jam changes a bit. The rhythm section is still holding things down as-is at first, but Ben starts changing the beat up a bit while Rick modulates through variations on the riff. His playing becomes more decisive and directed around 19:20, and he switches to a more distorted tone soon after, which is the catalyst for the whole band to switch to something a bit less funk and a bit more rock and roll. He continues to throw instances of the riff in here and there to make sure we don't forget about it.
At 20:40, the entire band is locked in and playing together, with Peter and Trevor both laying down a foundation of melody based off of Rick's riff. This is my absolute favorite thing. At this point, the train is fully rolling down the tracks and nothing is going to stop it.
It's worth mentioning briefly here that I'm a bit biased in that one of my absolute favorite jam band "tricks" of all time is having an improvised guitar riff become a sort of motif for a given jam. Trey and Phish are great at doing this in a way that can give a jam a lot more momentum and structure than it might have otherwise, and having a riff to return to out of a chaos of improvisation can also be a really cathartic moment for a listener. Take, for example, this "Down With Disease" that I saw in Colorado in 2015: Trey introduces the riff at 11:55 and after a few minutes of build-up pays it off at 16:30.
There's a similar moment here when Rick returns to the riff at 23:12. When I was watching this live, I almost fell off the couch. But again, I'm a sucker for this particular type of jamming...and my couch is too small.
In case you haven't fallen off your own couch yet, the drop back into "Thatch" at 24:50 should do it.
I've got a few more videos/tunes from Euro tour that I want to write up, but honestly I'm not sure if any of them hold a candle to this monster.
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tryna find peace
I’m at war with myself. tryna come to peace with myself. I’ve come to terms with my flaws and accepted them. now we take ‘em off the list one by one, like they’re the generals on the other side of this war. It’s a beautiful thing actually. People say, “don’t beat yourself up” nah fuck that you’re supposed to because how’re u going to get better. On this path to glory.
There’s this drive in me that I lost and I’ll explain why. The name Princeton means something. As if I’m royalty. My birthday 11/22 is just angel numbers for to elevate myself . It’s Almost as if I’m meant to be great.
With that being said, I lack discipline. I thought Karate taught me discipline. But what it actually taught me was persistence. Discipline is waking up and doing something you don’t want to do. Now I know with focus and discipline, I shall have no problem attaining this so called greatness. I’m already on the right path. I’m proud of myself of the accomplishments I’ve attained this year. Now it’s time to reach for bigger goals. Like instead of running 2 miles, I should be running 3. And keep it that way. I’ve lifted heavier weights in the gym, now it’s time to go heavier. Same thing with my profession. I got to take this life, my name, everything I am seriously. Otherwise it’ll be a disgrace to my name.
I’ve already maintained a level of discipline these past couple of months. I got more muscle on me and that goes to show I’m disciplined in my exercise regiment. And it shows I’m not lazy. Now if I can keep the same discipline in my profession I know I’m steps away from having a good financial year. It’s time to take everything I’m after. 21 was a realizing year. It’s good because I’m only 21. There are some people that are older than me and still not chasing after what they could be. Like bro how’re you >21 and not pushing. Until I hit 25 I’m still in my early 20’s. I got 4 years. You know how much fucking time that is. 25+ we focus on multiplying.
Then again, I can’t get satisfied with wins. Some people climb the mountain but are short from touching the sky. And to me space is the limit. So these next 4 years I’ll grind. Then we multiply. I’m not worried about who comes and go’s into my life because if one thing is certain, I attract on what I focus on and I’m not focused on that right now.
Reason I lost that drive: If one things for certain I can shine by myself. I have no problem with being by myself. But there’s something about being in a relationship that kills a driven man. Im not going to point fingers and say it was because of the other person because we knew what we’re both signing up for. Yknow I had a self realizing thought like a month before we broke up, that if I couldn’t make shit work in my profession she’ll leave me. BUT GUESS WHAT THATS THE WRONG REASON. YOU DONT OWE YOUR SUCCESS TO ANOTHER PERSON. YOU CAN ONLY DO IT FOR YOU. so therefore, I didn’t have the right motivation in place. And it fucked with me. I feared that and I attracted it because that was my focus. So therefore, all of my future success will be for me.
I’m tired of posting on here about the pain I feel when it comes to that past situation. I’ve realized that there are 7 Billion people in the world. We will have different lovers throughout life. Ones we don’t know if we’ll end up with or not. But yknow I’m not even looking for love at this point I’m just looking for loyalty. I haven’t seen her in awhile or talked to her. So I don’t know if she’s still as perfect to me as she used to be. But all in all, I love unconditionally. So to say, she’s on my list of people I can’t hate :P
I finally see what I can become. My grandma was the first millionaire in the family. So now I must become the first billionaire.
1Billion by the time I’m 40. I will do so by creating the best cash flowing businesses and have the best real estate portfolio. I can see the numbers in my bank account as I close my eyes. N I shall focus on the work to obtain that spot. With each little step at a time.
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Peter Capaldi as John Frobisher in Torchwood (2009) - Children of Earth: Day 1
#peter capaldi#john frobisher#torchwood#children of earth#just watched this#avoided this for a long time because of the ending#but i'm partial to bespectacled peter#as someone who is new to torchwood the characters were really well established in ep 1#i’m impressed because that’s a ton of characters to introduce in 60min#seeing the dated technology galore was fun#man were jack and ianto in love#certain things u can guess from a mile away#so far i’m liking this#bit like piecing a puzzle together#pcap edits#gif edits
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4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas
Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:
First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.
1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!
2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.
3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.
4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little
4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.
4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.
4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.
5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life
5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?
6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.
Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3
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Heyo, this is my first time asking (im kinda new to tumblr, so please dont judge) if you would'nt mind, could you do some headcannons (or oneshots, it dosen't matter) with all the demon bros and a MC who is crippled/paralized in their legs, and has to use a wheelchair to get around? Thank you!!
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This is the first time I’ve written about a crippled MC, so I hope I didn’t fuck this up or anything. I found out that being paralysed in both legs is a disability called Paraplegia so that’s how I titled this post. And y’all are too sweet, you are more than welcome anon! I hope I can portray this properly because I am not crippled myself so I’ve opted to do some research before writing this! I hope you like it! Also, I feel inclined to add that none of the brothers would treat you too differently if you happen to have a disability because you’re their human nonetheless :)
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The Brothers with an MC that has Paraplegia and needs a wheelchair to get around:
Lucifer:
-Lucifer was in charge of choosing the final human, exchange student for the program so it’s guaranteed he already knew about your predicament before you even arrived
-Him and Diavolo probably had many meetings concerning your disability before the program could commence, considering that being unable to walk would double the chances of you getting killed since you are obviously more vulnerable
-Not to mention all the treatment you would require
-Lucifer is not well versed in human illnesses and disorders, but he makes sure that he is educated enough on the matter before you get brought down there
-It would not be easy, but he is determined to help you survive your year in DevilDom for the prince’s sake
-First problem of the day was, of course, your wheelchair
-Due to lack of time, Lucifer was unable to instal ramps around the House of Lamentation which meant that for the first couple of weeks, someone would’ve had to help you move around certain parts of the house
-He gave that highly prestigious job to himself because he didn’t trust his brothers and thought they would accidentally drop you and your wheelchair down the stairs
-He talks a lot to you, even at the beginning, because he needs to establish your needs and what he should do to make sure you don’t die for the following year
-You would have to tell him about physical therapy and how most commonly it uses heat, massage and exercise to stimulate your nerves and muscles, making it a great treatment for people with leg paralysis
-Once you two enter a more intimate and personal relationship, it’s more than likely he’ll help you perform those things himself (instead of kidnapping a human doctor from somewhere)
-Lucifer knows you have no problem getting around with your wheelchair by yourself but there are times where he’ll insist to push you along in order to give you a quick break
-I can totally imagine you two strolling around DevilDom and having cosy chats about RAD and your adjustments to DevilDom
-He has a softer side to him that he’s afraid to show most of the time, but he feels so at ease when you’re around, it’s hard for him to hold that part of him hidden from you
-Of course, your safety still remains his primary concern and he acts more like your guardian than Mammon does, even if he was originally supposed to look out for you
-He will accompany you almost anywhere. And if he can’t, he’ll have one or more of his brothers do it. And even then he’s probably lurking nearby, just in case
-He would always be willing to listen about your condition, if you wished to tell him whether you were born with the defect or why you ended up crippled later in life. Either way, he’s all ears
-If you would rather not speak about it, he wouldn’t pry and respect your decision because he knows it’s not his place to pressure you
-Because of your paralysis, it’s quite obvious to demons that you are even weaker (physically speaking) than most humans and that usually puts a target on your back
-Howver, never fear, because Lucifer is pretty quick to put lower rank demons in their place with just a mere stare
-Oop one of them passed out from the fear, haha
-In conclusion, he’s the most responsible when it comes your comfort and safety during your stay
-He makes sure you are always left in good hands and and provides most of the requirements you need
-Y’all should see how his wings puff up when he senses a threat approaching you, he looks like a peacock ready to go on attack lol
Mammon:
-The second born is unsurprisingly a bit of a jerk at first
-He stays really grumpy the whole day of your arrival because he’s stuck babysitting you stupid human
-“Lucifer c’mon, what’s all this workload for? The human can’t even walk by themselves, why do I have to help them out?”
-Wtf Mammon you can’t say shit like that
-Anyways, the following very few days, the only thing he’s thinking about is how much money he could sell your wheelchair for
-He’s the literal incarnation of greed, what else did you expect from him?
-After a while, he starts feeling a bit guilty every time he thinks about it though
-Mammon is gonna take this secret to the grave (laughs in immortal) but he actually really likes pushing you around
-Maybe it’s because it’s a clear indication to everyone around him that you are HIS human, under HIS protection and therefore you trust HIM the most since he was your FIRST MAN
-He will insist on helping you get out of that thing when you need to go to bed and stuff every night and he will get pouty real fast if you let any of his other brothers do it
-You wake up to him trying to roll around in your wheelchair one night at like 3am
-At some point, he stole a wheelchair from the human realm to match with his human. You can guess the consequences of his actions
-I can imagine you having to face a staircase or something at school and Mammon being like:
-“Fuck it, imma carry this fragile human instead; wheelchair and all!”
-Like you were a sack of potatoes or something smh
-Cue his brothers watching him from a distance as he heaves you and basically weight-lifts you up the stairs
-Ok but every now and again, he gets so sad thinking about you not being able to walk, like he starts crying kinda sad
-While you stand there like 😐 “Why are you crying?”
-He’s so quick to help if he senses you’re in danger too
-It’s canon that Mammon is crazy fast if he wants to be so if he has even the slightest impression that your life is threatened, his feet are already moving
-He will charge at your immediate threat at around 120 miles per hour-do not try him when he’s mad
-“The Great Mammon saved the day! C’mon MC, let’s go buy some ice cream. My treat! Ya better be grateful!”
-He says while the demon that tried to eat you lies on the floor with about a dozen broken bones
-Mammon is the second most powerful demon out of all of his brothers, even if he doesn’t resort to violence often
Levi:
-He didn’t really know how to react when you first teleported to DevilDom
-I mean, from the very beginning he considered you to be a human normie but at the same time, he felt bad you were stuck with his brothers for the rest of the year
-I think he would understand you would have an even harder time integrating yourself in their house because of your disability and he knows his siblings are really fucking annoying, always pushing you around and whatnot
-So, he kinda lets you hide in his room quite often
-You guys chill out in there all the time, much to the dismay of the other brothers who also want to spend time with you
-At some point, Levi definitely begged asked Lucifer to let you start online classes with him
-“But wouldn’t it be easier for MC to do online school from home rather than go to R.A.D since there aren’t any ramps or anything around there???”
-“The answer is no Leviathan.”
-“Ugh fine! What a fucking boomer-“
-For some reason, he gets so flustered whenever you ask him to push you around
-He blushes right to the tips of his ears and then he starts sputtering some nonsense that you can’t make out at all
-But he’s more than happy to do it, especially if you guys are going to a convention or if he’s dragging you out to buy new merch
-You two would get along in the sense that Levi realises the struggles you faced all your life were tough to overcome and he believes you are just like him
-Usually left out by other people, ignored even
-He knows you always listen to him ramble on about whatever he is currently obsessed with and how much you check up on him to make sure he never isolated himself
-He wants to do that for you too! Talk to him about your hobbies, please I’m begging you-he feels so bad whenever he’s doing all the talking
-If you ask him to help you with anything (getting something, helping you into bed—that sort of thing), he legally and physically can’t say ‘no’
-And he would get envious enough to stop talking to you for a day or two if you let his brothers do it instead (the second and third born are indeed similar lmao)
-S T A Y I N H I S R O O M, W H E R E Y O U C A N B E P R O T E C T E D !
-He will feel so much more at ease if you’re in his room because to him, that’s his haven
-If you’re in there with him, that means you’re not getting involved in his siblings’ endless and dangerous shenanigans
-Whenever you’re at school, he can’t help but worry about your well-being
-Because you’re human! You’re gonna get killed!! Do you know how much your organs sell on the black market in DevilDom??? 100x more than in the human realm, that’s for sure
-Would they have a black market or would it be a regular market lol
-For some reason, he also likes staying in your wheelchair when you’re not using it
-I think he just takes comfort in knowing it’s something that belongs to you and smells like you and-
-OK Levi, sit back down
-He wouldn’t treat you any differently if you had a disability tbh, but he’d be more concerned because you can’t even run away or anything
-So he’s so fuckin’ relieved when you guys are just vibing in his room
-He could die happy knowing he kept his best friend/ partner safe
Satan:
-Satan would be even more prepared for your arrival than Lucifer would, in a sense
-Out of all of his brothers, he’s most likely to understand and recognise paraplegia (either from studying human illnesses/birth defects/disabilities or from encountering humans with said disability)
-He’s a smart boy, alright?
-Always seems to be the first to notice if you need help or if someone’s bothering you
-Though in the very beginning, he was pretty tempted to just let you get killed to see how angry Lucifer could get
-Seeing dear Luci’s misery brings him great joy 🥰🥰🥰
-Once you two manage to build a very honest and strong relationship, he feels more and more inclined to keep you out of harm’s way
-Pls, he would feel so honoured if you let him push you around (it’s like you asked him to h*ld h*nds or something)
-If you require treatment of any kind, he would be so happy to help
-But in a subtle way...?
-Satan makes it seem so smooth too like he doesn’t mind lending a helping hand when in reality he’s all giddy inside
-*Kinda wants to rub it in his brothers’ faces but at the same no, because he’s definitely the bigger person here
-He wants to know how your wheelchair works
-It’s got all of these neat mechanisms and he wants to learn how they’re constructed because he never had the chance to inspect one before
-He’s such a sweetheart about asking you as well and never pries about your disability unless you start elaborating yourself
-Most of the time, he acts all charming and very gentleman-like
-So people have a hard time spotting and acknowledging the building rage inside of him every time he sees you are threatened by some moronic low rank demon
-Satan’s usually chill when it comes to injuries, unless he can see you’re in horrible pain
-There’s nothing a few spells can’t accomplish
-But when others purposefully try harming you?
-It’s like he loses all the self control he’s been trying to perfect over the centuries and he can’t help himself from at least breaking someone’s rib cage
-Satan’s a weird one because he’s protective of you even though he’s more on the relaxed side when compared to his siblings
-He very much acknowledges that you made it this far in life with your predicament so he doesn’t feel the need to baby you or anything
-You’re strong and he knows this
-It’s one of the many things he clearly loves about you
-That one time you rolled over Mammon’s foot with your wheelchair on purpose, he was wheezing
Asmo:
-Even now, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be stuck inside a wheelchair for the rest of his eternal life
-I mean, he’d obviously still be absolutely fabulous, have you seen him? He’s gonna be gorgeous either way
-But after the two of you meet, he definitely starts thinking about how he takes his feet for granted all the time
-It would be so difficult to complete his daily tasks without the ability to walk or run around
-That’s why he gets sad every time he remembers that’s your reality and on days like that, you’ve noticed he gives you a helluva lot more attention than usual
-He knows you don’t need pity or anything so he’s just making sure his human has all the support they can get
-Paraplegia or not, shopping trips are still a go-go
-He loves buying you clothes! And he loves helping you try them on! Asmo takes it very seriously
-Might have a go at the employees if they’re being rude to you
-You don’t even ask him to, but he subconsciously starts pushing you around himself whenever the two of you are out together
-“MC! Look at that new shop that’s just opened! Isn’t it adorable? We have to check it out!”
-He can’t help it! There’s so many places he wants to visit, he sort of just drags you with him wherever he goes
-Even at home, he always pops out of nowhere to coax you into coming to his room
-Y’all have so many skin routines to do each day
-Like he’s in your room most nights to greet you goodnight and tuck you in, with the rest of his brothers it gets so awkward at times
-Asmo just wants to see you smile, ok? He thinks you have a beautiful smile and laugh and he wants to remind you that you’re marvellous, disability or not
-And if anyone does anything to put an end to your self confidence, he will swiftly put an end to their life
-Please, he’s a pro at ruining lives, he’s been doing it for centuries
-Asmo has such a huge influence over the people in DevilDom, he just needs to make this one post on Devilgram to end said demon’s whole career
-I mean, who is he compared to him, Hmm? So don’t worry MC, scum like that don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you :)
-That one time Mammon tried lifting you up the stairs and Asmo started shrieking, like put them down! Don’t manhandle them like that, poor human :(
Beel:
-I know I sound repetitive, but he would be an overall sweetheart to you no matter the circumstances
-If Mammon is not by your side, then Beel definitely is
-His big, scary aura and figure usually scares off any threat in a 10 mile radius
-Most demons don’t fancy being eaten by the Avatar of Gluttony, ya know?
-Idk why but I feel like he’d be the type to ask for oral consent every time he wanted to push you around
-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable :(
-Surprisingly also the type to lift you and your wheelchair whenever an obstacle gets in your way
-You basically weigh the same amount as a paper plate compared to him, so he has no problem doing so
-He doesn’t really understand your condition as well as Satan may do, but he’s trying his best
-You mean so much to him and he feels it’s only fair he learns more about your disability as a thank you for what you’ve done for him
-He has a rough time keeping up with you when it comes to stuff like physical therapy because he’s very unfamiliar with it but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna help
-Of course, Beel believes that this is the second best way to show you how much he cares for you besides the obvious ‘I love you’
-Giving you a hand whenever you need his support the most
-That’s his way of saying “I’m not going to let you down. I want you to trust me, the same way I trust you.”
-And knowing him, he will try to do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound
-After a while, you’re bound to notice he’s the first one to pull you out of his brothers’ pranks before you have a chance to get hurt
-Beel is always the one handing you stuff from high places you can’t reach, without teasing you for it like Mammon might do
-Always the first one to remind you to get plenty of rest and to eat enough
-He wants to protect you and his brothers because he knows he failed to do so with Lilith so yeah, he’s a bit overprotective at times
-He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he gets so anxious knowing you’re by yourself
-After a few months of getting accommodated with him, your disability is no longer brought up in the conversation
-Because he doesn’t care that you are crippled and forced to use a wheelchair
-You are part of his family and he loves you no matter what
Belphie:
-He didn’t really care, even when you first met and his hatred for humans was at its very peak
-It didn’t matter that you had a disability
-All that mattered to him at the time was killing you to satisfy that deeply rooted need of vengeance inside of him
-Though he was sort of surprised his brothers didn’t get to you first
-In general, he’s pretty chill about you being crippled in both legs
-It takes too much effort to worry about your well-being 24/7 after all
-Surprisingly, he does keep an eye out for you if his siblings aren’t nearby
-It’s his redemption arc people, he’s trying to be nicer
-But he has such an irritating way of showing his affection for you
-Do not let him push you around
-He’s either going to a) fall asleep after 30 seconds and slump over you in the middle of RAD’s halls
-Or b) be annoying and fling your wheelchair in every direction possible just to piss you off
-He likes messing with you because you give him the best reactions and he thrives on that
-You’ve almost fallen off your wheelchair multiple times because of this asshole
-Not that he’d actually let you fall, he just wants to see how easily he can get you to yell at him
-Speaking of said wheelchair, like Mammon and Levi, he also loves using it when you’re not
-You’ve woken up to him curled up and asleep in that thing quiet often and he’s gotten in trouble over it every time with Lucifer
-But he doesn’t care
-And at this point, I don’t think even he knows whether he’s doing it to get a reaction out of you or because he somehow found a way to make himself comfortable there
-He would low key use you as a mode of transportation every time you go to RAD
-Just clings the damn wheelchair and almost topples both of you over
-“Belphie, there’s nothing stopping you from walking 😐”
-“Shh, just bring me to class and let me nap until then.”
-He doesn’t mention your legs but he still lays his head on your lap often
-Might make you hold him like a bride every time you stroll around the house
-It’s done out of love, I promise 😌😌
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Al~
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call me what you want
pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson
fandom: marvel cinematic universe
rating: general
word count: 2741
warning: alcohol, swearing
summary: Bucky thinks he quite likes Sam calling him nicknames, but he likes his smile more. (more tfatws canon compliant fluff.. just because!)
(look at me, once again ignoring exams to write stupid fluff instead. anyways! don’t have much to say but hope u enjoy!! <333 missing them already)
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Bucky doesn’t realise just how long he’s been looking at Sam until the man glances over and calls him Buck.
When he thinks about it, his eyes never leave him. Not after those staring contests of theirs, which he’ll admit to himself and no one else that he’s the most responsible for. Not when Sam turns his back to him, focus returning to the mission and Joaquín and Redwing.
He’d roll his eyes at the nickname, but that would mean looking away from Sam, and losing eye contact with Sam.
“Don’t call me that,” he says instead, hopefully conveying his disagreement with a tight-lipped look. He considers smiling. Seems inappropriate.
The other man does smile, “Why not? It’s what Steve called you.”
Sam’s smile looks right. Feels right. Bucky’s had people smile at him before, sure, plenty, but it hasn’t ever felt exactly like this. He’s not sure what it means, though, so he pushes it the furthest way back into his consciousness.
“He knew me longer,” Bucky explains, pretending like it matters, “And Steve had a plan.”
The shorter man seems like he’s holding in a laugh, a smug one. That suggests he knows the obvious lie when he hears it.
Bucky can see the gap between his teeth.
If he turns his own lips into a smile when Sam turns away again, the man currently preparing to jump out the chute doesn’t need to know. If he spots it and gives him a funny look, he doesn’t need to know the reason behind the smile. Bucky knows.
*
Because Sam’s always calling him a cyborg, Bucky fumbles for some sort of retaliation. His name’s too short to make fun of, he contemplates. Damn him.
“I can see the gears turning,” the shorter man laughs, hard and out of breath. Bucky still can’t stop looking at him, for some reason. He bends over a bit when he laughs, picking up a faster pace than himself. Bucky makes sure to catch up.
His comeback ends up being, “Sure you can, birdman.”
He can tell the other man feigns offence, raised brows and nose scrunching at the edges. Sam smiles so easily. Bucky wonders what that’s like.
“Oh, I see how it is,” the man next to him speaks up, eyes dancing easily over the open, practically deserted field they’re surrounded by. There’s a car buzzing faintly a fair amount of miles away, Sam wouldn’t notice but he does, super soldier senses and all, “For the record, that movie’s not too bad.”
Bucky kicks a rock and some dirt to the side. The rock’s weird looking, all sharp edges, almost like spikes. Yet it’s so small. He decides to look at Sam instead, “What movie?”
A honk lets them know they’re not alone. He thinks this might be what disappointment feels like, because the other man stops himself after “I-” and shakes his head instead, causing Bucky’s brows to furrow and right hand to twitch and something sinking inside his stomach, “Nevermind.”
He has to remember to google that later.
*
Bucky doesn’t really care that Karli told Sam to come alone, because Sam also knows that he’ll be coming with him, no matter the protest.
He’s got a hunch Sam also knows that he was lying, again, reattaching his vibranium arm and gaining the senses back and pretending not to be all that shocked.
“You okay?” the man asks and he answers, “I’m fine.”
Of course. It’s fine. Kind of annoying, how Sam looks at him with a worried glance, trying to hide it but failing miserably. Bucky doesn’t look away when their eyes meet. The shorter man blinks, slowly, like a question.
And he always gestures for Sam to go first.
So he does, too, on the Wilsons’ boat, when he’s tightened near every damn screw and lifted every imaginable thing like it’s nothing, and yet the other man still refuses to ask for help. He accepts it when Bucky decides to put a cool hand on his hip, though.
Sam stills. He himself doesn’t move till the man in front of him does. Seconds seem like years.
“Alright, show-off, don’t overwork yourself,” he tells Bucky, laughing without much of the familiar smugness. The dimples in his cheeks are deeper now, wide eyes. Bucky expects Sam to be looking at his left arm, but his gaze is resting somewhere under his chin. His throat, above his chest.
He thinks he’s getting the hang of this nickname thing, “Sure thing, Sammy.”
And the other man throws a towel at him in response. “Sammy? What are you, five?”
Sam’s sweatshirt has a small hole in it. Near his hip, a tiny thread poking out. The fabric slides up when he raises his arm, revealing a sliver of his stomach. He imagines his skin to be soft, like his arm. It seems the man notices his fixated stare on the spot, looking for whatever the subject of his attention, wiping his forehead in the hem.
Bucky shrugs, “Give or take a hundred years.”
He understands why Sam’s chuckle doesn’t reach his brown eyes at that. What he doesn’t understand is his pupils, significantly dilated. Stupid serum advancement, stupid awareness.
A spot of sunlight touches the other man’s face, and he squints, covering himself with a hand, moving out of Bucky’s sight.
This is how he realises he’s still holding a grip on the now tightened pipe, harder than he thought. He’ll make sure to fix the bending he caused before Sam notices.
*
Sam is a good dancer. Not that Bucky’s an expert on it or anything, far from it, but he’s not tripping over his own feet or cursing or slinging his sister around like a ragdoll.
His nephews are jumping around them, too, a couple of their neighbours in a slow dance, another reaching out and offering Bucky a beer, which he accepts. The serum doesn’t allow him to be affected much, unless he deliberately seeks being unsensibly drunk, but he likes the bitter taste, regardless.
Sarah straightens her brother’s arm and rolls her eyes in the direction of himself.
Sam turns his head about a millisecond later, winking before spinning her around. It’s smooth as hell, despite not breaking eye contact with Bucky.
"Come on, Buckaroo!" the shorter man raises his voice, nickname just plain awful, "Get up here."
Bucky decides to shake his head as a reply, he's always preferred observing, really. Besides, he thinks he might be too quick on his feet. Too spinny, urging to not stand still.
Sam doesn't drag him up. He didn't expect him to, but it still surprised him, for some reason. The shorter man looks severely gentle with his hands on the small of Sarah's back, not surprising.
He gets a shake of the man's head and a shimmy of his shoulders. "Man, you're no fun."
Bucky huffs, “Whatever you say, darling.” Sam blinks in disbelief at the name. Sarah snaps him out to carry on with the dance. He likes having the man’s attention, he thinks.
He considers hiding his smile behind the rim of the glass. But really, there’s no need to, and he doesn’t feel like it.
The other man always grins as opposed to simply smiling. It grows just an inch when he notices Bucky smiling back, and there’s these tiny, sensitive hairs standing up on the back of his neck, he feels it immediately. Blood rushing to his face. Maybe it’s just the alcohol.
Just about every window in their house is open, his t-shirt sticks ever so slightly to his lower back with sweat, and a moth is fluttering around the lamp in the corner. It’s comical, tiny wings and body staying so close to that light, not really doing anything.
Eventually it’ll die, he guesses. Well, it has to, of course. But when the living room thins out and the light dies and everything turns quiet, it’ll simply wander around, lost, until that warm glow returns.
That stupid bug bathes in the light like it’s the only thing in life that matters. Bucky feels a sudden urge to look at Sam again, and the other man isn’t looking at him anymore, but it doesn't matter, his presence is enough.
Actually, he thinks he might fear looking away from Sam. Scared he’ll miss something, anything. A look or a smile or a joke or a movement. Some warmth radiating off of him, because the man has so much that he doesn’t even mind giving away a little to his surroundings.
Bucky’s quite like the moth, in that sense.
*
Now, Bucky didn’t plan on kissing Sam today.
He’d been planning on it, or he wanted to ask , but most times it was like the certain moment faded too quickly and he felt guilty for not doing anything about it.
When he woke up to AJ and Cass playing with the shield and the man cooking breakfast in a tank top, Bucky wondered if he should do it, then. It felt weird to try with both his nephews and sister in the kitchen though. He also sort of wished he had gone for it on the lower deck of the boat. Maybe Sam would think it was inappropriate when they were working.
When they circulated around each other the last few days, training, talking, Bucky gaining a deeper understanding for the other man and finding a way to convey an apology that sounds right, it feels like they’re more of a team.
Connected. Stronger, maybe. Sam doesn’t need his super soldier strength at all, though, but it being wanted anyway, that makes him want to smile more. As much as the shorter man, maybe, if he’s capable.
Bucky decides the next time, the next moment, it’ll come, like all the other moments he’s been discovering and making him sort of breathless. In a good way.
“Thanks for the help,” Sam tells him, instead of a goodbye, “It meant a lot.”
Usually, these sentimental moments they keep having will be ended by the other man lightening the mood, so to speak. Not breaking it, just making it airy and familiar. His stupid jokes that aren’t even stupid, or annoying, anymore, they just remind Bucky of something like safety. He hasn’t asked, and Sam hasn’t said, but he feels like he’ll be there if he falls down. He’d do the same for him.
The man doesn’t joke around, now, despite himself attempting to muster the same smugness, “Of course.” He feels like it sounds more sarcastic than he intended.
He quite likes that boat. Likes the people on it more. One particular person.
Bucky really thinks that’s the end of their conversation, their own way of saying see you around , but instead a voice catches him when he turns around, “I’m just telling the truth, baby.”
Naturally, he turns back, but now Sam’s got his back turned.
Funny, how they keep going back and forth like that. Watching, even when the other isn’t looking. He knows he’s been doing that a lot, there’s no denying it.
A feeling in his hand, the way it twitches, makes Bucky feel like this might be a new moment.
“Wilson!”
He doesn’t really wait for a reaction before following. Like the moth. Meant to follow. When Sam stops, he stops. Then, reaches over the shield in the man’s grasp and lets his fingers touch the nape of Sam’s neck.
Bucky half-expects him to push him away, but the shorter man kisses him back immediately, and that makes him want to smile. So he does.
It’s short, close-mouthed, the softest experience he’s ever had. Soft lips, stubble meeting, even if the shield pokes his stomach, doesn’t matter.
When Bucky draws back, Sam’s grinning like an idiot.
He also lifts an expectant eyebrow, like he’s waiting for him to explain himself. Maybe say some romantic bullshit, but he’s scared the words will fail him. Too focused on the other man’s Adam's apple when he swallows, too busy counting his eyelashes, so he doesn’t forget.
Bucky doesn’t want to forget anything about Sam, ever, for the life of him.
He adjusts the bag on his shoulder, before giving the man one last smile. Sam looks weirdly proud of him. “It’s for luck.”
*
Bucky guesses a kiss is the sort of thing you talk about, but the mission at hand doesn’t allow much talking. He manages to hear Sam’s speech, grab every word and hide it within him and completely pretend he didn’t. The other man knows his bullshitting, again.
“Great job, Cap,” he tries to smile, showing his teeth, like Sam. The man next to him eyes him curiously, for the first time since Bucky met him, looking endearingly shy.
He still laughs, sounding almost like a song Bucky’s trying to remember, “It’s Cap now?”
“Obviously.”
And given Sharon’s wound, he can’t stick around, but the text he receives about a party at the Wilsons, a cookout, that doesn’t surprise him, actually. Doesn’t surprise him that he’d go to Louisiana in a heartbeat and pick up the cake Sarah asked for, even if it slides around in the carseat and doesn’t look all that appetizing when he arrives.
The Wilson siblings roll their eyes at him. They both smile. Sam looks like the sun.
Bucky’s so busy being overrun with kids staring at his left arm that he doesn’t notice Sam slipping out of the group. If it makes him panic just a little not knowing where he was, well, that’s nobody’s business but his own.
The shorter man hasn’t gone far though. He’s looking out at the water, the sunset.
It’s pretty. Looks prettier when Sam stands there.
He knows, he knows he’s not damn good with communication. The other man told him so himself. But he can’t stop trying, even if it feels like he’ll swallow his tongue.
Sam doesn’t acknowledge him when he comes up behind him, not at first, but Bucky thinks about his easy smile and red shirt and the lines in his palm and the ghost of his lips on his when he says the first feeling that comes to mind.
“I hate everyone else in the world, but you.”
It makes the other man chuckle and turn his face towards him. When he smiles hard, really, really hard, his warm eyes crinkle at the corners.
There’s a small birthmark on Sam’s throat, he notices. And one on his earlobe.
“Really?” he asks, as if it’s up for discussion.
“Yeah.”
Then that smugness returns like a charm with the comment, “So you like me more than Steve?”
And he would be annoyed, but his own smile is kind of preventing that feeling to surface. “I hate Steve,” he answers, with a certainty that surprises them both. Sam’s tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Then, “You liked Natasha, though,” and Bucky wants to roll his eyes so goddamn badly, which is clearly what the other man was looking for. He thinks he finds him adorable. The pink hue of the sky touches his being so perfectly. Hazy eyes, teeth nearly gleaming in the light.
“No, I mean what I said,” and Bucky knows what’s coming, of course he does, “But you can’t not like Rhodey, I mean...”
Sam is so fucking ridiculous. He doesn’t ever want him to stop making him smile like this.
“Sam, please, I’m trying to-” but Bucky doesn’t quite get to finish that sentence. Not because the other man interrupts him, at least not with his lips, which he wouldn’t complain about, or his words, but because both of Sam’s hands come up to cradle his face in the most tender fashion. He thinks he might be going crazy.
So he just looks at the man for a minute. Contemplating how loud his beauty is, how much love is in his eyes and how it’s somehow directed at himself. It feels overwhelmingly peaceful.
And Bucky feels Sam’s breath on his cheeks before they connect their lips again. Long overdue. His tongue tastes like coffee and butterscotch.
When they pull apart, the shorter man bumps their noses together. Bucky quite gladly could stay like this forever.
Then Sam asks, an unspoken conclusion, but voices the question regardless, because, well. He’s pretty sure they both need it, “You plan on sticking around?”
This smiling thing is kind of straining Bucky’s jaw. He’ll get used to it.
“Don’t even need to ask, sweetheart.”
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All I Ever Wanted- Karma x shy! Reader
ask: Heyyy can you do a oneshot with an karma x shy! Reader please
@anime-allover
a/n: hello! thank you for being my first request! this was fun to write, I had a lot of fun with it, as someone who was labeled ‘shy’ for most of my childhood, I think I got a lil carried away hehe
sorry this is so long! it's more like a mini fic now :/
if this isn’t what you had in mind or want something shorter let me know!
Warnings: A bit of violence at the end, like two curse words
also, this is highkey inspired by the song “Me and My Husband” by Mitski Mitski
People were often confused by your attitude.
Much to their confusion, you didn’t hate people- others often thought you did.
No, you hated the thought of all the stares, all the eye’s on you.
The thought of all those people judging your every movement, you’re very being, that's what scared you.
You never wanted to downplay your emotions, but the thought of being disliked for who you were was terrifying.
Whenever you entered a room, your skin would crawl with how the people there seemed to size you up, like lions looking for a meal. Unfortunately, you were the poor gazelle.
By no means were you helpless. No, you were far from it. It was simply a matter of finding someone who would accept you for who you were, for all your quirks and flaws.
The search for that person was what put you in the dreaded class 3-E in the first place.
Unable to click with anyone in your class, you became discouraged, causing your grades to slip. Going to a class where nobody liked you made you nauseous, and that was your breaking point.
So here you were. Three months into the first semester and you already dropped this low. You couldn’t even muster up the courage to go to the mandatory meeting where the teachers were supposed to brief you on your life in this class. You didn’t see the point of going to a meeting where all they would do was berate you for falling behind, so you simply did not attend.
That was your first mistake.
Mentally preparing for seeing all eyes on you, you opened the door.
You had prepared for a classroom full of kids staring at you.
You hadn’t however, prepared for a yellow octopus looking thing to look at you as well.
“Good morning Y/N! Welcome to Class 3-E, I am your new teacher Koro-sensei!”
Oh my god, it talks why is it saying it’s my teacher what the hell is going on wow I think the floor is coming to me wait no thAT’S ME FALLING TO THE FLOOR-
If you were conscious, you would have been absolutely mortified at the thought of fainting in front of the class, but alas, you were not. For now.
Unbeknownst to you, a certain redhead had doubled over laughing in the back row.
“She didn’t even scream! Just plop face down on the floor!”
The blue-haired boy he was acquainted with yelled at him.
“Karma! Leave her alone!” though, his reply went unheard over the uproar of laughter resulting from Karma’s comment.
Shaking his head, Nagisa walked up to the front of the classroom where you were still passed out, and lightly shook your shoulder.
“Y/N? Hey um, are you okay?”
Slowly regaining consciousness, you tried to look u and see who roused you from your slumber.
“Mom? What time is it-” The face you saw was that of your mother, but one of the kids in your class.
“Oh um I guess you don’t remember, but you just fainted after seeing Koro-sensei. I'm Nagisa Shiota, and uh-oh,” Nagisa paused before fishing a hanker-chief out of his pocket. “Your nose is bleeding,”
Nagisa seemed to sense that you were still in shock about the quick succession of events in such a short amount of time, so he gently took your hand and placed the white cloth in it.
“Your seat is in the back row, next to the boy with the red hair. His name is Karma,”
“And I’m your best friend, right Nagisa?” the boy -Karama- shouted back.
“More like my worst nightmare,” Nagisa grumbled, though from the look in his eyes you could tell he didn’t really mean it.
On shaky legs, you stood up and walked to your seat beside Karma, tears brimming in your eyes at how some of the kids snickered at your earlier display. Fainting had been the absolute worst way to meet your new class, and though Nagisa at least seemed very kind, you still had no idea what the octopus thing -Koro-sensei- was doing here.
Setting your bag down, you sat in your seat, folded your arms, and rested your head in them, hoping to block everything out, even for just a moment.
Something poking your arm roused you from your small mental breakdown, and you lifted your head to see Karma poking you with the end of his pencil.
Looking around the classroom, it was like your worst fear had come true.
Every single pair of eyes in the room was on you, some even pointing.
“Y/N? Were you listening?” Koro-sensei asked from the front.
You swore everyone could hear your heart by now, you ran your hands together in an attempt to calm yourself down.
“I-I’m sorry sir, could y-you repeat that?” At this point, the only thing that could make this day worse is if he made you introduce yourself to the class.
“I was asking if you would mind introducing yourself to the class?”
motherfu-
“O-oh okay, um, my name is Y/N L/N, and if I'm being completely honest, I have absolutely no idea what's going on,”
“Oh? Did you not attend the teacher’s briefing?”
It seemed that had indeed been a bad choice on your part.
“Um no? I didn’t want any more people to yell at me about my grades, so I didn’t go I guess. I'm sorry,” You cringed internally, hearing your voice get quieter the longer you spoke. You swore, whenever you didn’t know somebody it was like some weird nervous person took over and you turned into a stuttering mess.
“It is quite alright Y/N! It was actually required by the government for you to attend, as it explained my presence and your mission here in 3-E, but I’ll tell them you were sick and couldn’t attend,”
You were taken aback by Koro-sensei’s forgiving attitude, expecting a much harsher rebuke.
“T-thank you very much, sir,”
“You may sit down now, I’ll have Karma and Nagisa explain everything after class, they are the most knowledgeable on the subject. This will also give you the opportunity to meet your new classmates!”
You merely nodded from your seat, unable to will your voice to make a single sound.
The class passed fairly quickly, and you were quite surprised at how well Koro-sensei taught. You never excelled in math, but the way he explained things seemed to click in your brain. It was a pleasant change from the fast-passed, stressful lessons you were accustomed to before.
Light tapping on your desk roused you from your thoughts.
“Hey, it’s Nagisa again. Me and Karma are supposed to explain things to you. Do you mind if we do it while we eat?”
You nodded your head vigorously, eating always calmed you down.
“Alright, I’ll pull up a chair and we can share a desk if you don’t mind?”
You shook your head no, and turned to Karma, wondering what his lunch was.
You’re eyes practically leapt out of your head at the four bento’s filled with extravagant food he pulled out of his bag. You practically started drooling at the thought of eating all that delicious food, and you were tempted to steal one while he wasn’t looking. All you had was a sandwich, and suddenly the thought of eating it didn’t seem so appealing.
“Do you want one?”
The sudden question surprised you, you hadn’t known Karma for very long, but he didn’t seem like the type to share.
“Oh I'm sorry I didn’t mean to stare it just looked really good and you had a lot more than I thoughtandimsorryimtalkingwaytoomuchillshutupnow,”
Karma whistled at the sheer speed at which you spoke, and you tuned your now warm face towards your desk, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how embarrassed you were.
The view of the desk seemed very appealing, but what was more appealing was the bento that was slid across your desk.
“Just eat it. I highly doubt that little sandwich is going to keep you going all day. You looked so pale when I offered I thought you were going to face plant again,”
“You’re right I'm so hungrythankyousomuch,”
You ate the food with fervor, relishing how the flavors danced on your tongue.
You hadn’t expected fainting and being given a bento box to be the start of a friendship, but here you were.
It had been two weeks since you fainted in front of everyone, and you were finally started to warm up to everyone.
They were all honestly very nice, though a bit annoying sometimes, they didn’t seem like bad kids.
And ever since that first day, Karma had brought a bento, just for you.
It was different every day, but the fact that he cared about you from the small interaction to bring you food warmed your heart.
Now, you were animatedly discussing assassination tactics with Nagisa, Karma sipping on strawberry milk- like usual.
“You know,” Karma said, putting down his strawberry milk. “You do this thing whenever you get excited Y/N. Your eyes light up and you talk like a million miles an hour,”
You shrunk inside of yourself at his comment, thinking he was making fun of your habit.
“It’s cute,”
You snapped your face up to his, surprised. No one had ever referred to you as cute before. Sure, there was the occasional creepy guy that would catcall you or the pervy boys in your old class that tried to look up your skirt, but that was about it. Usually, it was always you’re such a weirdo, or you can’t even talk right, you must be stupid.
That thought played on loop in your head for days. Just that single comment.
Karma thought you were cute.
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You had avoided it for long enough, faking illness, ‘accidentally’ rolling your ankle, conveniently getting a migraine, but you could avoid it no longer.
P.E.
It’s not that you were bad at it- quite the opposite actually.
You just didn’t want your classmates to think you were showing off, and you still weren't a hundred percent comfortable with the thought of killing Koro-sensei. Your parents stopped talking to you after you were transferred to 3-E, so he was the most supportive adult figure in your life right now.
But unfortunately, he had also seen right through your attempt and falling ill today, so here you were, lined up with everyone else, ready wishing this was over.
“Alright everyone, today we’ll be going over flexibility and acrobatics. Both are key aspects of assassination, especially for getting yourself out of sticky situations,”
Great. Now everyone will definitely think your showing off.
“We have bars, a trampoline, and mats to test your skills in these areas. Please begin stretching to prepare,”
Karma leaned over to whisper in your ear: “Dude, you look constipated. What’s up?”
You gritted your teeth in dread, completely ignoring Karma’s comment about your face. “I’m good at this,”
“What?”
“I’m good at this stuff. That’s the problem,”
“I think you need to go to the nurse's office because that doesn’t make any sense. If your good at it, then what’s there to worry about?”
Oh how you wished you had Karma’s attitude, but your brain simply did not work like that.
He sighed next to you, then reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. The action caused your brain to short-circuit, and while you previously were imagining all the different ways this could go wrong, the only thing you were able to process was Karma’s hand on your head.
“Whatever you're overthinking in that pretty little head of yours, I promise it’s not going to be as bad as you think it is, so stop worrying. You make an ugly face when you think too hard,”
“Y/N. It’s your turn,”
Karma retracted his hand at Karasuma’s voice, leaving your an anxiety-filled blushing mess.
You breathed slowly and stepped up to the mats, flexibility being the first test.
Looking back into the crowd, you noticed Nagisa giving you a thumbs up and Karma smiling at you. Seeing them silently root for you gave you a bit of courage, so you slid into the splits with ease, stood back up, the bent into a back-bend. Next was a kick over, then a handstand, all executed to perfection.
Not giving yourself time to overthink and panic, you turned to the bars and performed your moves with grace, just as you did at gymnastics practice.
Lastly was your specialty- the trampoline.
Usually, the trampoline was a tumbling mat, but you would just have to make do.
The trampoline was long, spanning about 20 feet. Longer than your usual routine, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle.
Getting a running start, you front flipped, then, using your momentum, did a front handspring. Jumping up once more you did four back handsprings in a row, backflipped, then as a final move, an aerial. You cursed internally, as your hands flew up in the air in the judges salute, something you did on instinct after doing gymnastics for so long.
Shocked to hear shouts and clapping, you turned to the crowd of students who rushed at you.
“That was amazing Y/N!”
“Who knew you were secretly talented!”
“Could you teach me how to do that no hands front flip thingy?”
“Alright alright, let the poor girl breathe,” Karasuma shooed the class away, then turned back to you. “That was very impressive Y/N. If you could coordinate that into assassination, I'm sure you could go far.”
You gave him a real, genuine smile. “Thank you very much, sir!”
Karma’s POV:
Karma didn’t quite understand the feeling in his chest. It wasn’t like the feeling he got when he attempted to assassinate Koro-sensei, or how it felt to break someone’s nose.
No, this was different. Something he had never felt before you.
The way his heart fluttered in his chest at how graceful you looked. Or how he wished it was him you had given that shining smile too.
And it wouldn’t go away.
He started to notice that after you came out of your shell, you smiled a lot more. Your eyes lit up, and he adored the way you chewed your lip when you were worrying about something.
Karma Akabane never thought he’d used the word adored to describe something he felt, but here he was, adoring a new aspect of you each day.
He would lay awake at night, inside his cold, empty mansion, thinking it would be better if you were in it.
Wondering if you felt the same way about him.
He couldn’t bear to think that you didn’t. This new feeling, one he’d never felt before, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
And he had no idea what to do.
Nagisa’s POV:
Nagisa had genuinely never seen Karma liked this before.
It was almost unnerving at first, the way he looked at you like he was stranded in the desert, and you were an oasis, calm and beautiful.
In all his time, Nagisa had never seen Karma in love before.
To someone who hadn’t known Karma along as he had, the way his eye’s got soft when he looked at you, or the way you could always bring him out of a bad mood would go unnoticed.
But Nagisa noticed.
The perceptive boy had also picked up on how you opened up when Karma was around, how you looked at him like he was the only person in the room. The way that whenever you bumped into each other, both of you would linger just a little bit longer than necessary. How when you dropped your pencil last Thursday, and Karma’s fingers grazed yours, both of your faces turned red.
It was almost hard to watch you both pining so obviously over each other, and then do absolutely nothing about it.
What he did not know, was that his annoyance would be short-lived, because no one was expecting what would happen the following week.
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It was all because of those Class B jerks.
They had been your old classmates, and you were just trying to walk to the bus, Karma and Nagisa in tow when they had to show up.
“Hey look! The freak finally found her place, among the other freaks!”
“It’s fitting for her. I mean, you can’t be that weird and not get put in 3-E. Forget about grades, they should have chucked her into that dump the second she arrived!”
To say you snapped would be an understatement.
Nagisa had looked over to you, hoping to provide comfort, but the look on your face would put Karma’s to shame.
You flew towards the two boys, faster than Nagisa thought was possible, and punched the first one straight in the face.
Nagisa flinched internally, watching the blood spurt from his nose, as he actually flew backward from the force of your fist.
The second one was already trying to get a hit in on you, and Nagisa could see Karma was about to step in, but he stopped when he saw you grab the second guy's face, and slam it into your awaiting knee.
“Shut up,” He collapsed on the ground, and you crouched down so you were eye-level with him.
“Listen. I’m in 3-E now. I cannot sink any lower than this, so there’s nothing for me to lose right? So I suggest you tell all your little friends that I will not hesitate to do to them what I just did to you. Got it?”
Both shook their heads, then scrambled away from you, clutching their respective faces.
Your POV:
Your knuckles hurt. Punching someone with that much force was much more painful than they showed in movies.
And, deep down, you were scared what the boys said was true.
You were quiet and reserved, and your interests never matched those around you, and now here you were, blood dripping off your knuckles, tights ripped, hair disheveled, and they were right.
You were a freak.
Karma probably only hung out with you out of pity, why else would he?
And Nagisa only did out of obligation, after all, he couldn’t be Karma’s friend and then not yours, right?
You weren’t even aware you were crying until the tears dripped onto the pavement below your face.
“Y/N? are you okay?”
It was quiet for once inside your head. Too quiet.
“It’s okay Karma. You don’t have to feel pity for me anymore. You can ignore me, and go back to how things were before. I’m okay with being alone,” Despite your words, your voice wobbled and more tears sprung from your eyes.
“Hey. Look at me,” Karma cupped your face with his hands, wiping away a tear with his thumb.
“I hang out with you because I want to. Those guys didn’t know what they were talking about. You’re beautiful and smart, and so devoted. I’ve always loved that about you,”
He said ‘loved”
“You looked badass just now. Don’t think you going crazy on those jerks is going to make me change the way I see you. If you think I’m that shallow, then you’re stupid.
I love the way you chew your lip when your worried, and I love the way you always try so hard in math even though you’re not that good at it. I love the way that you adore the weirdest things, like snakes and old music, and I love how you smile at me when you think I’m not looking,”
Crap he noticed-
“And finally, I love you Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?”
You beamed at him, hearing the words you had always dreamed of hearing.
“Yes. Please,”
He hugged you close to his body, as he could protect you from all the bad in the world, and you relished the way his arms wrapped around you.
“Can I kiss you?”
Instead of giving him an answer, you leaned up and tilted your head so it fit perfectly against his.
Despite all the strawberry milk he drinks, he tasted like cinnamon sugar, an almost bittersweet flavor. He melted into your touch, and his breath tickled your nose when he pulled away.
A light cough from ten feet away reminded you that Nagisa was still here, and you instantly withdrew from Karma’s embrace, smoothing down your uniform.
“Nagisa~ Look who just got a girlfriend,”
“Shut up,” You lightly punched his arm, but you also let your hand entwine with his.
And this was all you ever wanted.
a/n: i read somewhere that Karma’s parents r like super rich so he lives in a mansion????
#karma#karma akabane#karma x reader#karma akabane x reader#assassination classroom#lol i got really carried away#sorry about that
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Tony Stark and Reed Richards for the character ask thing
TONY STARK
how i feel about this character: 😬 ngl i... don't care for him. at all. i don't vehemently hate him, there's definitely times where i appreciate him & his personality but it's few and far between and i... genuinely do not get the hype. i think its mostly mcu fans' fault for my dislike, its just he's fucking EVERYWHERE now, it's impossible to miss him? like he plays a big role in EVERY avengers comic now, he gets ongoing titles all the time, and it's just so frustrating especially when you consider characters who used to be more or less on the same level on them (like hank pym! who, by the way, has been dead for 6 consecutive years! that would never happen with tony!) or even more popular than him now get streamlined because of the mcu's popularity. by himself, i don't really mind him that much, but with how famous he is now and how large and frankly annoying his fan base is i just... now really do not like the character.
all the people i ship romantically with this character: short list here; reed, because i find their dymanic of reed as someone who does everything for his family and will do everything and anything he can to protect their interests above everyone else but also wants to keep his hands clean and believes, genuinely, in the good of the world, and tony as someone who will do horrendous things in the name of the greater good who always has the bigger picture in mind interesting. i also don't know a lot about it but he seems cute with rhodey? even if i think rhodey deserves a bigger chance to be his own character away from tony as is sometimes denied i can always appreciate a good best friends to lovers dymanic :)
my non romantic otp for this character: um? i honestly don't know 😭 i don't like him enough to say, i guess him n reed again? him n rhodey again? help 😭😭😭
my unpopular opinion of this character: he does not deserve the fame he has. like, i dont mean to sound jealous or whatever but pre 2007 movie he was not the most well liked character or even that popular. like obviously he had fans because he had solo series on and off for a very long time but it just feels SO ridiculous that tony stark has a bigger fandom than the fucking fantastic four. THE FANTASTIC FOUR. marvel's first superhero team, and yet??? like okay. he might have things to offer i don't see. he obviously does, i mean, he got three movies and multiple solo series. but he has most certainly not got enough as a character to overshadow the fantastic four, the x-men, etc and i will never forgive the mcu & mcu fans (and mark miller, he deserves blame too) for making it so. again, by himself he's fine but it is ridiculous to me that a one note white character that appeared in his third film (harley keener or... whatever) has 2000s more fics than THE PROTAGONIST OF INTO THE SPIDERVERSE, MILES MORALES. it is just... so vile and frustrating to me.
one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: he didn't exist <3 jk jk um i'm not sure? i guess it would be funny if he was like... stick thin underneath the armour. like idk. he's in the armour 24/7 it makes sense to me for him to be a skinny little nerd under there. like completely fucking small. like you can't be a superhero AND be a billionaire and avoid all those taxes AND run the avengers AND run multiple massive corporations and still work out... even if you take away eating and sleeping there's just not enough time... it would be funny if he was just a tiny little boy underneath all that djndndbf
my otp: gonna say him and rhodey again. like i say, can never resist a good best friends to lovers dymanic.
my cross over ship: jdjshdhdh literally none i don't think about him enough to consider it <3
headcanon fact: 100% think he was the one to offer reed that money to star in a p*rno it's just so funny to me to imagine dhsnndnd
REED RICHARDS
how i feel about this character: HE'S MY BOY! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! like i guess it's paradoxical considering how similar he is to tony in some ways but man i just love reed so much. i so genuinely think reed richards is what tony stark fans want him to be. like they (mcu fans) make up elaborate headcanons of him being a good dad and an ethical billionaire and its like no that's reed richards? canonically he's gone broke bc he refuses to get money off his inventions... u have the wrong man... anyway he's also an asexual LEGEND i do not take criticism and ofc. autistic icon. literally he's so autistic it makes me <3 i love him dearly.
all the people i ship romantically with this character: it would be easier to list the people i DON'T ship with him lol. sue, obviously, victor ofc, and ben are the big ones, but i just LOVE his dymanic with t'challa and i think they would rlly work it... i also love the idea of him with namor, idk with victor it's just so funny to imagine reed as like. bizarrely attractive to rulers of foreign countries. blackagar faces the same problem <3 i also do believe him n hank pym dated in college for a bit... all their weird little microaggressions towards each other just makes me feel that way... again i do like him w/ tony and i made this weird au where he and emma frost got together which if prompted i WILL talk about. probably. more but yeah <3
my non romantic otp for this character: while i do LOVE them together as lovers i just love. benreed generally <3 like they're LITERALLY besties they love each other sm and i'm tired of pretending they don't????? so many people ignore this relationship and it makes me so sad!!! they're best friends they love each other fight for each other fight with each other theyre literally besties... smh put some respect on the benreed name 😤
my unpopular opinion of this character: i don't think this is that unpopular but it is in certain circles so! i genuinely think reed is the best marvel dad! like you can talk abt others all u want but the fact is that reed is the only character i can think of who has always been there in his kid's lives and has consistently put their needs first. like not saying other characters are bad but even at his worst writing he's always done his best for his kids and certainly has been full of love for them. other characters at their worse have. murdered their own kids <3 genuinely he's the best marvel dad and sure there's not a lot of competition but. yeah <3
one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character: I WANT A CANONICAL AUTISM DIAGNOSIS NOW. literally he is SO autistic & there are... no big autistic marvel characters! at all! literally none! the closest we have is legion (who was written in an incredible ableist way and autism hasnt been used to describe him in a solid 30 years) and monet (and it turned out it wasn't monet but one of her twin sisters impersonating her :/) so it would just mean so much to see a canonically autistic character like reed who is older & has a wife and kids who he loves and who they love in return on panel. like so much of the rep we DO have is like, young kids or teens and idk an autistic adult would just mean so much to me. especially one like reed who is as selfless & loving as he is.
my otp: tie between doomreed and reedsue! any option that gets this noodle nerd lots of love i'm good for tbh
my cross over ship: him and ralph dibney from dc should date... they have so much in common... stretchy autistic man who's very smart and kind of silly who loves his wife sue who pegs him 🥴 they'd have so much to talk about sjbdhdhd also imagining the look on ben's face realising there's TWO of them is. so funny.
headcanon fact: he's aromantic he's asexual and neither of these stop him from his very meaningful & passionate relationship with his wife :)
assorted character ask game!
#oh boy i do not shut up.#long post#thank you for asking!#esteicy-blog#tony stark#anti tony stark#i guess?? idk dhdjdh#ch: i believe we endure#ask games} answers
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Denki Kaminari: Bathroom Shenanigans
AN: What’s up, it’s us, we uh, we did a thing, enjoy. I hate myself, we hate ourselves. Leviathan hates himself, Teddy does not.
Warning: nsfw, public sex, handjobs
Word Count: 2.5k
X Male Reader
46: “Were you just masturbating’
“U-uh...no, I was just..”
“Want some help”
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All day, Y/N had been pent up. Ever since he woke up that morning, the discomfort wouldn’t go away; he was restless and in dire need of release. But, it seemed his release would never come; every time he found even a moment to get away, something would come up. He took a bathroom break, Bakugou was trying to blow up the office. He tried to sneak off during lunch hour, but no, a villain had to attack at that very moment.
It’s like the entire universe was against this man having any semblance of relief today. Nothing was going his way. Now, in the small time slot he created, he found himself in a bathroom stall, trousers around his ankles and tie in his mouth muffling the whiny moans leaving his throat. His hand pumped tirelessly at his own length, flicking his wrist every other stroke, trying to create the perfect amount of friction to get himself off before he either ran out of time or got caught.
Y/N halted his actions as the bathroom door swung open, voices startling him into action. He quickly bent down to grab his trousers from the floor, knocking his elbow into the stall door causing a loud clang. The voices stopped at the sound, listening close to what seemed like struggling in one of the stalls. Y/N’s heart was beating harshly: this was it, this is what was going to end his career as a pro hero.
A loud text tone echoed throughout the cramped space provoking one of the men to excuse himself and step out of the restroom. The other remained, much to Y/N’s dismay. He quickly struggled to fasten his pants, wishing the other man would leave so that he could vacate the stall. Seconds passed in awkward silence as the other guy stood listening to Y/N’s stiff movements, unable to calm himself down under the scrutiny of the other male.
“L/N-san?” the male called questioningly into the stall,” is that you dude? You alright in there?”
Y/N wished the earth would swallow him up; there was no way in hell his crush was the one to find him in this cramped stall jerking off. It just wasn’t fair.
“I-um...I’m fine, Kaminari-kun, you should get back to work, haha,” the smaller male awkwardly responded, pleading with whatever god would listen to make the man disappear. The universe really fucking hates him apparently. The exact opposite happened, because that really is Y/N’s luck.
“No can do, bro. You sound like shit, open the door so I can check on you.”
“No!” Y/N shouted, eyes wide in fear of Kaminari seeing his disheveled state,” I mean...I’m fine Kaminari-kun. Don’t worry about me.”
Silence followed the sentence before he heard the shuffling of feet. A relieved sigh left Y/N’s lips thinking that Kaminari was leaving before he yelped, pressing himself against the wall of the stall and Kaminari jumped onto the stall door.
“Hey there, L/N-san!” he jokingly greeted before crawling over the door, almost falling head first into the stall. Y/N stared at the other man, bewildered at his idiocy and yet he couldn’t find it within himself to hate him for it.
“K-Kaminari-kun! Are you okay?” Y/N lunged for the man’s arm, pulling him up to a standing position forgetting about his own predicament and present state.
“I’m fine...but uh...you look, a little...how do I say,” Kaminari stopped himself as he drank in the sight before him. Y/N’s tie was hanging loosely from his neck, half the buttons in his shirt were undone and his trousers were still unbuttoned, halfway off his body.
“This may sound... dumb I guess but uh...have you been-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, don’t ask that question. We both don’t wan’t the answer to it.”
Y/N’s words caused Kaminari to frown before he looked over the smaller man once more, his mind going blank as his blood rushed straight to his dick.
“Were you just masturbating?”
“I-uh...no, I was just-”
“Want some help?”
Y/N stared at Kaminari as if he had grown another head, slowly reaching up to his own shirt to straighten himself up as best he could.
“Kaminari-kun, that isn’t a very funny joke, you know?”
“Wasn’t joking, Y/N.”
Air caught in the smaller man’s throat. He had never heard Kaminari use his first name before, not even in his fantasies did he think the man even knew his name.
“I-huh?” He responded dumbly. Y/N’s mind was racing a mile a minute. There was no time to think when Kaminari suddenly had him pinned the wall of the stall once more, “K-Kaminari-kun, what...what are you doing?”
Kaminari felt his pants grow even tighter at the tremble in the smaller man’s voice. He slowly started to trail small kisses along Y/n’s neck, basking in the small gasps and whines leaving the shorter’s lips.
“Denki.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Denki.”
Y/N swallowed harshly, adam’s apple rising and falling aggressively. That sight alone drove Kaminari crazy with need. Y/N’s heart palpitated so strongly he was certain it would escape his chest at any second. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this moment, his crush right in front of him, wanting him. He never expected this, never in a million years did he think Kaminari Denki would ever like him. And yet, here they were, bodies pressed against each other in the dingy bathroom of their workplace.
Slowly, Kaminari’s hands moved from beside Y/N’s head to grip the smaller’s man’s waist.
“I won’t do anything until you tell me to, Y/N...but I need you to say what you want,” Kaminari whispered in the smaller man’s ear sending chills up Y/N’s spine.
“Kamina-...Denki,” Y/N started, his voice shaking with every syllable. His own hands raised from his sides to place themselves on Kaminari’s shoulders,”I-I want you, Denki.”
There was a split second of pure silence before Kaminari’s face broke into a bright grin, startling the shorter hero.
“Your wish is my command, my pretty prince.”
Lips pressed together in an electrifying kiss, literal sparks flying from the passionate display. Y/N could barely feel anything anymore as he let himself be swept away at Kaminari’s pace, his body leaning into the taller man’s embrace.
Kaminari’s hands expertly unbuttoned and removed the shirt that was obscuring his view of the other male’s torso, eyes zeroing in on his hardened pink buds.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, capturing one of the buds between his lips eliciting a gasp from the other. His tongue flicked across the tip of Y/N’s nipple before gently sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his chest. Little shocks from his quirk caused Y/N’s body to spasm in his grasp. His other hand trailed up the smaller man’s body, resting on the opposite bud and pinching it gently between his fingers. Soft, breathy moans left Y/N’s throat encouraging Kaminari to continue his assault.
The smaller man’s hands slid into the yellow tresses of Kaminari’s hair, tugging at it gently to pull him back up to his lips.
“Denki...please, I-I need you, please,” Y/N whined desperately as he ground his aching bulge into Kaminari’s. The taller man let out a low groan at the friction before quickly pushing Y/N’s hips away.
“Ah ah, baby boy. Patience, I wanna take my time with you.”
Kaminari’s words elicited another whine from Y/N’s throat causing the other to push their mouth together once more, sliding his tongue past the barrier of Y/N’s lips. He let the wet muscle explore Y/N’s mouth as his hand’s busied themselves with pulling down both men’s trousers.
A loud gasp sounded from the smaller man as Kaminari’s fingers dipped past the waistband of Y/N’s boxers, taking his cock in hand.
“Shh, baby boy. We don’t wanna get caught do we?” The taller man purred as he started to pump Y/N’s length slowly, “Can you do mine too, hmm? Pretty Prince.”
Y/N’s face turned a deep shade of red as he met eyes with Kaminari, his hands shaking as they moved to pull down the other’s boxers. His pupils dilated in awe of the size of Kaminari’s length before he wrapped his hand around it delicately, pumping it in time with Kaminari.
Stifled moans and whimpers left Y/N’s mouth as he grew closer to his orgasm, his head rested on Kaminari’s shoulder. The other man’s grunts prompted Y/N to move his lips back up to his to silence the sounds in fear of being caught. His back arched in ecstasy as he reached near his climax.
“Oh f-fuck, Denki, I-ah!” He cried out, momentarily losing his grip on Kaminari’s length to cling onto his shoulders instead. In that moment, a wicked smirk crossed Kaminari’s face as he sent a slightly harsh shock up the length of Y/N’s cock, dropping him from the edge he was perched on.
“Huh? W-what? No, Denki, wait-!”
“Shhh, I can’t let you cum yet, I wanna do it together. Don’t you, baby boy?”
Y/N slowly nodded his head as a tear trailed down his cheek. The taller man gently lifted Y/N’s chin to look him in the eyes before pressing their lips together once more, his tongue slipping into the other’s mouth to deepen the kiss. His fingers slid from his partner’s face down towards his entrance. Y/N backed away suddenly in surprise, meeting Kaminari’s eyes.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna turn you around now, okay? I just want to make sure I won’t hurt you,” Kaminari breathed against Y/N’s lips. The shorter man gave a small nod as he slowly turned around. Y/N held back a groan as Kaminari pressed his bulge against his ass. Y/N struggled to keep his hands moving but was desperate to keep up with the blonde’s pace. They kept like that for a moment, just grinding and humping each other, until Kaminari suddenly took his hand out of Y/N’s boxers. The other let out a desperate whimper at the loss but was softly hushed.
“Don’t worry baby boy, I just gotta get you ready for me, okay?”
He brought his hand towards Y/N’s mouth, “open up for me baby boy, get my fingers nice and wet.” Y/N was sure he had never focused so hard on his tongue in his life. He swirled and sucked on Kaminari’s fingers as they sent small electrical shocks along his tongue. Or maybe that was just his arousal making him sensitive. Y/N wasn’t sure but he knew he was feeling amazing. So amazing that he actually started zoning out and almost missed the tell tale signs of the bathroom door opening.
“Damn, I gotta wizz!” Y/N’s heart dropped when he recognized Bakugou’s gruff voice mumbling near the door.
He tensed up as his heavy footsteps stalked across the floor. Y/N turned his head back towards Kaminari but he only became more nervous when he saw his eyes were still dark with lust. The blonde pressed his head against Y/N’s and whispered softly in his ear.
"Don't make a noise baby boy."
Y/N shook his head vigorously before he felt Kaminari’s fingers at his entrance. Kaminari’s other hand came around to gently cover Y/N’s mouth to try and muffle the startled cry that escaped his lips as he slid one digit into the puckered hole.
Both men froze in place as they heard Bakugou’s trousers zip and footsteps approach the sink across from the very stall the two men occupied. A slow smirk spread across Kaminari’s face as he started to pump his finger slowly yet harshly, stretching and prepping Y/N’s hole.
The shorter man’s heart raced in fear of being caught but also in pure lust for the entire situation. The thought of being caught by Bakugou was in fact horrifying but also quite arousing. His mind racing wild with thoughts went blank as he felt Kaminari’s fingers leave his backside instead being replaced by something much different.
A muffled gasp left Y/N as Kaminari’s tongue lapped at his entrance, the lewd sound coming from the man’s mouth as it made contact with his hole caused his length to become even harder. His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with his beating heart.
Bakugou’s retreating steps encouraged Kaminari to give the smaller man’s ass a small smack as he continued to prep his entrance. A small yelp left the man’s mouth at the contact as he sent a melted glare back at his partner. The heat spreading throughout Y/N’s body was almost suffocating as fingers joined Kaminari’s tongue in their assault. As soon as the door to the bathroom shut, a jolt of pleasure was sent through his body as he felt the man’s fingers press right against his prostate.
“Oh fuck Denki, I’m gonna fucking cum! Please just put it in already,” Y/N cried as Kaminari’s fingers continued to rub against his most sensitive spot.
“Well I can’t have you cumming yet, can I?”Kaminari teased as he moved his face away from Y/N’s ass, replacing it instead with his cock head, “you ready baby boy?”
“Yes, please, just fuck me already.”
Kaminari snorted slightly at the desperate pleas from his partner as he slowly slid his length into the other man’s entrance. Y/N let out a loud squeal-like moan as he threw his head back.
“Fuck, pretty prince. You’re so damn tight,” Kaminari groaned placing his hand against the stall to support himself. It felt like little shots of electricity were being sent through Y/N’s entire body as Kaminari bottomed out, the feeling in it’s entirety was euphoric.
The sound of slapping skin echoed off the walls of the bathroom only getting louder and quicker as the two reached their highs together.
“C-close,” Kaminari grunted jerking his hips forward roughly into Y/N’s ass once more causing both men to cry out.
“D-Denki-”Y/N cried out, reaching behind him to grab onto the back of Kaminari’s head, bringing their lips together in a passionate lock. The taller man’s hands slid around the small man’s body in response, one hand gripping Y/N’s cock and the other lifting his leg so that he was thrusting at a better angle.
Kaminari felt Y/N’s entrance clench around his cock as he pumped his partner’s length watching in awe as strings of white cum escaped the tip. He continued to thrust into Y/N’s sensitive hole as he reached his own climax, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside the smaller man’s ass. To the other man, it felt as if an electric current had been sent throughout his body causing him to whine loudly.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Kaminari panted, slowly pulling himself out of the other’s body and watching as his cum dripped from Y/N’s clenching hole.
“We...hah, we should do that again sometime,” Y/N joked, supporting himself on the stall wall. Kaminari smirked slightly before leaning forward to press their lips together one more time.
“Maybe, you could do it with just me?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Both men grinned at each other for a few seconds before an alarm started ringing signalling another villain attack. Giggling as they cleaned up and got dressed in a rush making sure to leave the bathroom at different times, Y/N’s grin did not fade. They met up a few minutes later in their hero uniforms ready to go.
As they passed Kirishima and Bakugou’s shared space, Kirishima sent the pair a wink and a subtle eyebrow wiggle.
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Meanwhile (after bakugou left the bathroom):
Bakugou: I’m pretty sure the bathroom is haunted
Kirishima: What makes you say that?
Bakugou: I heard all these weird sounds just now, like moans and shit, so I’m pretty sure it’s haunted
Kirishima: (knows that denki and Y/N have been gone for like a fucking while) Oh you sweet innocent boy
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okay here’s the Narumitsu angst (with a happy ending)
its my blog and i get to choose the hyperfixation to post about
((1,830 words //tw for injury + blood// hope u enjoy!))
Phoenix Wright wasn’t the type of person to make enemies. At least, not on his own. His selfless nature and optimistic personality made him a likable man to be around, even if he was often clumsy and oblivious at times. However, being a defense attorney was a different circumstance, one that brought a certain set of unspoken dangers with it. In proving his client’s innocence, the guilty verdict was placed onto another. While most of these people posed no threat behind the bars of their sentences, there was no guarantee a grudge wouldn’t push them to seek vengeance.
Miles Edgeworth had plenty of experience with this concept already. He was a prosecutor-- The Demon Prosecutor. Among the death threats and various other attempts on his life, he was all too aware of the risks that came with his job. But he had learned to shoulder them, right alongside the other burdens he carried. He also knew that Phoenix didn’t consider these things, didn’t consider his own safety as much as he considered others. Concussed, tazed, nearly drowned and beaten to a pulp in an infamously deadly river... none of it seemed to phase him. He never slowed in his pursuit for protecting others, and that... that concerned Miles more than anything.
“You need to be more careful, Wright,” he had said once in passing after a trial where a guilty offender nearly wrung Phoenix by the neck, the defense attorney standing just a little too close when the verdict was handed down.
“One of these days something... serious, might happen to you, and you won’t be able to just laugh it off.”
Phoenix only flashed him that dopey grin and said, “I’ll be fine, Edgeworth. For an unlucky guy, I’m pretty lucky.”
Miles wanted to believe that, truly. The man seemed to get off easy in dire situations more often than not, so perhaps he had a point behind his foolish reasoning. Even so, his worry lingered. Luck always tended to run out at some point.
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Then one afternoon, his phone rang. He had already been driving towards Phoenix’s office, having been called over earlier on the premise of having an “important discussion.” He’d left as quickly as he could, but the traffic seemed to determined to keep him from reaching his destination. It was slow, and he seemed to be hitting every red light possible. It was at one of these prolonged red lights, as he sat impatiently tapping the steering wheel, that a familiar tune sounded off in his pocket. Sighing, he slipped his phone out and checked the screen, not too surprised to see Phoenix was the one calling. Forgot to tell him something in the first call, most likely. He hit “answer” and brought the device up to his ear.
“What is it, Wright.”
There was a raspy breath on the other end before Phoenix spoke, his voice just as hoarse.
“M-Miles, I... I-I uh...”
Miles’ brow furrowed, and he found himself straightening in his seat, grip tightening on the phone.
“Wright? Is something wrong?”
There was another breath, followed by a rather nasty sounding cough. There was then a sound that could have been a laugh, if it wasn’t so strained.
“Ah... s-something like that... I w-was trying to call... hhhah... I guess it d-doesn’t mmmatter... a-are you almost... here?”
The light turned green, and Miles pressed on the gas. Harder than he should have, perhaps, but he was uneasy now.
“Yes, I am. What is it, Wright? What happened?”
There was a grunting sound, and the rustle of paper.
“W-well... fffunny story, ah... there was s-ssomeone at the door and it t-turns out it wasn’t... w-wasn’t you and ahm... shit-”
The hiss was sharp and pained. Miles turned a corner a bit too hastily, nearly catching a street sign as he swung around it. Before he could say anything, Phoenix continued.
“I’m not... I’m nnnot doing too hot, Miles... It’s getting... k-kind of hard to... focus...”
Miles clenched his jaw, trying to hold his composure. He was on the final stretch of road, he just had to get there.
“Stay with me, Wright. Stay on the phone. Do you hear me?”
“Yeah...” came the reply, but the strength in it was fading, “yeah... Miles...?”
“I’m here, Wright.”
He turned into the office parking lot as he said that, haphazardly parking and exiting the car in record time.
“.....what I w-wanted to... tell you... I... I love... you.”
Miles’ breath hitched as he ascended the steps. He would’ve have stopped completely if not for the adrenaline fueling his movement. A lump formed in his throat, which he heavily swallowed as he pressed on. Damn it, why now did he- Damn that man.
“J-Just hold on, Wright. I’m coming up on the door now. Wright? Wright?”
Silence filled the other end of the line as he approached the door, which sat unlocked and ajar. A red smear stained the door handle, while more splashes led across the floor and deeper inside. Miles only hesitated a moment before flinging the door open, rapidly searching the room for the other man. It didn’t take long.
The defense attorney was slumped against a bookshelf near his desk, various papers and books scattered around him, along with his still lit up phone. He wasn’t moving. Miles sucked in a breath as he practically slid to Phoenix’s side, one hand clasping his shoulder while the other went to check his pulse. Thankfully, he could still feel it, though it was weakening.
“Wright? ...Phoenix, can you hear me?”
He tried to get some kind of response, lightly shaking his shoulder, but got nothing. He shifted his gaze downward, where he couldn’t help but spot the dark stain soaking underneath his jacket. He lifted the blue fabric slightly, trying to get some assessment of the damage. It looked too wide a tear to be a gun wound. A stabbing seemed more likely.
“Damn it. Damn you,” Miles cursed under his breath, shucking his jacket off and moving to put pressure on the wound. He set to call the authorities at the same time, his now-shaking hand nearly dropping the phone entirely. He stared at the unconscious man before him as the phone rang, mumbling to himself before the responder picked up,
“If you die, you fool, I’ll... I’ll bring you back and kill you again myself.”
Emergency services responded quickly, and an ambulance was sent with haste. The police force arrived as well, with the ever-diligent Gumshoe heading the charge. Ever-diligent, and ever-emotional, as the detective seemed to blast through one emotion after the next while Phoenix was being prepped for the drive to the hospital. Miles was given the assurance as he boarded the ambulance himself that, no matter what, the culprit wouldn’t get away with it. In the tense silence of the ride that followed, Miles let that statement repeat in his head- let it hold him together. They wouldn’t get away with this. He would see to it personally... Once he was assured that Phoenix was going to make it out of this alive.
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Several hours of absolutely nerve-wracking waiting in the hospital lobby followed after, but all well worth it when he was informed that Phoenix was in stable condition. That didn’t stop him from nearly throwing the recovery room door off its hinges upon arrival, however. He needed to see it for himself, confirm with his own eyes that the other was alive.
A tired smile greeted him from the bed.
“Hey Edgeworth...”
Miles stood in the doorway for a moment, silent and stiff. Then, slowly, he drew in a breath, let his shoulders relax, and stepped inside with the door closing behind him.
“Wright.”
Phoenix winced at the tone of Miles’ voice, like a child about to be lectured by his parent.
“Look, before you get m-”
“You are an absolute moron, Phoenix Wright. I mean really of all the idiotic- Not only do you call me as you’re bleeding out, rather than contact the authorities-”
Phoenix attempted to interject.
“To be fair I was actually trying to call the-”
But Miles didn’t let him finish.
“But then you have the gall to go and declare- to tell me that you- in such a dire circumstance you decide to claim-”
“Miles-”
“Not seconds before I walk in on what could have well been a murder scene- And what would I have done then? Knowing you had said such a thing before I could even have a chance to process it let alone-”
“Miles if... if you don’t feel the same I-”
“Reciprocate.”
Both of them fell silent then. Phoenix, slack-jawed and staring straight at Miles while the prosecutor locked his gaze to the floor, feeling the heat begin to burn in his cheeks. Phoenix blinked rapidly, beginning to flush a bit himself despite his currently paler complexion.
“Y-y-you mean you-”
Edgeworth huffed and turned towards him, closing the distance between himself and the bed before closing the distance between the two of them. It was an impulsive kiss, and not the one either of them imagined would be their first, but it was real. Phoenix was real, and still here, returning the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. A wince and a hiss broke the moment though, Phoenix pulling back to sink into the mattress he’d started to push off of. Miles pulled back hastily, rubbing at his arm with an awkward clearing of his throat.
“A-apologies, I didn’t mean to-”
“No, no- my fault, really. And look I... I’m sorry for worrying you and... how I said that really wasn’t how I meant to go about it-”
Miles cut him off again before he could start losing himself in his rambling.
“I... I know, Wright. I would be far more concerned if your plan had been to confess to me by having a near death experience.”
Phoenix chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, giving Miles the chance to take up the seat next to his bedside.
“Yeah that’s... a little far out there... even for me. But Miles, you really...?”
Phoenix looked back with a start as Miles took his hand, his grip cautious but protective. Miles attempted to play it off as if he was exasperated, rather than jumbled mess of feelings he was grappling with. The mess of feelings he had been grappling with for some time.
“Honestly, I would have thought just now made it clear enough, but. If I must say it to convince you. Yes, Phoenix. I... I love you, too.”
There was a pause, far too long yet far too short, before Phoenix smiled. Still tired at the edges, but warm and genuine.
“Okay then. I’m... I’m really glad to hear it isn’t just... I’m glad.”
Miles couldn’t help but smile faintly himself, gently squeezing the hand in his.
“...As am I. Now... why don’t you tell me how you got into this mess?”
#narumitsu#wrightworth#ace attorney#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#My writing#fanfiction#*twiddles fingers*#idk if this is any good but
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Heart Skip [15]: Steve x Reader
Series Summary: A soulmate AU where from the moment you are born, two partners share a heartbeat. They race in times of joy, slow in times of sadness, and they skip at the same moment.
Word Count: 2617
Warnings: None
Heart Skip / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14
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The splattering of water droplets against tile is the only sound that fills the empty space of the bathroom. Steve’s broad frame nearly fills the small shower stall. He stands unmoving, shoulders tensed, one hand pressed to the tile as his head hangs low. He’s so lost to his thoughts; he doesn’t even hear you approach.
You place a tentative touch to the center of his back, stepping behind him. He inhales sharply, snapping out of it. He glances at you from over his shoulder before pushing off the wall and turning around. He sees the concern in your eyes and pulls you in close.
“I’m okay,” he tries to assure you.
You press your cheek to his chest, the water droplets pressing into your skin and sliding down your neck. “No, you’re not.”
He holds you tighter, resting his head against the top of yours. You wrap your arms around him and mold your body to his. You both need this. To feel as much skin to skin contact as possible. Not to incite anything sexual, but because both of you need the reassurance. Need to know that, at least physically, you were both still okay. You had come far too close to losing each other.
Steve fingers ghost up and down the length of your spine, feeling the reflection of your heartbeat against his chest. Slowly some of the tension in his body begins to ease. Not everything, but at least it’s a start.
“I should have gone back for him,” he whispers just above the sound of the shower.
“Steve…” You squeeze your arms around him. “There’s no way you could have known. And even if you had… There was no time. You had to stop Schmidt.” You lift your head from his chest to look into his gaze. “None of that is your fault.”
His eyes are sad as he looks back. “It feels like it is.”
You lift a hand to cradle the back of his neck, pulling his head down until your foreheads touch. You both stay like that until the water begins to turn cold. You reach around him to shut off the water before leading him out of the shower. You both towel off together.
“What can I do to help with the mission?” you ask. You’re so sick of feeling useless, you’ll do just about anything.
Steve meets your gaze for a moment, thinking it over. “Well, I can’t exactly walk into SHIELD headquarters stark naked, now can I?” His lips quirk into a small grin.
You raise a curious brow. “What did you have in mind?”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you grumble quietly, pulling the uniform taught over Steve’s torso.
He grins down at you in amusement. “If you’re gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re damn lucky I created this based on your actual measurements. It’s supposed to be hanging off a mannequin, not going into battle. This suit isn’t going to protect you like your other one.” Your fingers fiddle with the straps going down his front, making sure they’re at matching lengths leading to his utility belt.
“I know. I’ll be careful.”
You release a low sigh when there’s not much else you can mess with. “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t work there anymore either. I’d totally be fired for this. I may have been the one to make it, but it’s still stealing from the government.”
“We’re not stealing it. Only borrowing,” he grins crookedly.
You raise an unamused brow. “Borrowing without asking is still stealing.”
“If it means that much to you, we can give it back when I’m done.” He chuckles.
You shake your head and attempt to suppress a smile. “Just shut up and kiss me already.” You tug at his uniform to pull him into a kiss. His gloved hands move up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you long and slow.
“Cap, we gotta go,” you hear Sam from the other room.
You both pull back with equal sighs of disappointment. “Duty calls,” Steve mutters, eyes flickering over your face.
“Good luck, soldier. Stay safe.” Your hands give his uniform one last squeeze before you pull back.
He nods once. “You too.” He steps forward for one last quick kiss. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips before moving back.
“I love you, too,” you whisper, turning away as he begins to head for the door. You don’t have it in you to watch him leave.
You move to the pile of clothing that Steve set aside after changing into the uniform. You reach for the jacket he had been wearing during the fight against Bucky. It’s dusty and smells like gunmetal and smoke, but it’s still warm. You find yourself slipping it on over your shoulders trying to draw comfort and strength from it.
“Are you ready?”
You turn to find Fury standing in the doorway. “For what?” you ask in confusion.
He lifts his good arm, a set of car keys dangling from his hand. “You’re my ride.”
You follow him outside to the nondescript van Maria had been using. You scramble into the driver’s seat as Furry climbs into the back where he’ll be hidden from view. He gives you a set of directions to a private airfield nearby where he has a helicopter waiting.
You follow his directions, trying to take back roads and avoid popular areas to stay off SHIELD’s radar. You’re not even sure how much time has passed by the time you make it to the airfield. Based on your accelerated heartrate, you can tell that Steve has already gotten himself in a world of trouble. Your hands tighten around the steering wheel as you do everything you can to stay calm.
“So, what now?” you ask after parking on the runway near a black helicopter.
“Now?” Furry responds, before you hear the back door to the van slide open. “Now, you stay here where it’s safe until we get back.” He exits from the van and slides the door shut behind him.
“Wha-” Your jaw drops and then you quickly scramble out the door. “Hey, that’s not fair! I’m here to help!”
Fury releases a long sigh and looks at you with zero amusement. “You want to talk to me about what’s not fair? What’s not fair is getting hunted and nearly killed by the very agents that I trained. What’s not fair is having the agency that I have dedicated my entire life to stripped apart in a single day. What’s. Not. Fair. Is having to send your boyfriend to destroy the one thing that was going to be my legacy of protection for the world. So, yeah… you can throw your tantrum and cry all you want, but that won’t change the fact that the best place for you is here. Out of the way, where you can’t get hurt, and where you won’t jeopardize the mission.”
All you can do is stare, mouth agape as he walks away from you and heads for the chopper. The rotor blades soon begin to spin and once the wind picks up, you’re forced to retreat back inside the van. You slam the door shut like a sulking child and watch as the helicopter lifts into the air and disappears out of site.
You sigh loudly and drop your forehead down against the steering wheel. With nothing but silence engulfing you, your thoughts are left to run rampant in your mind. No matter what you did, Fury would only ever see you as Steve’s weakness. The chink in Captain America’s armor. A nuisance. Something to be pushed aside, or locked away for safe keeping.
And maybe he was right. You would have been captured by those Hydra agents if Maria hadn’t come for you when she did. Fury had actually told her to prioritize finding you first, because you were a greater risk to lose to Hydra, than Steve. You couldn’t even manage to stay out of their crosshairs for a single day. What in the world did you expect to be able to do against an entire building and three Helicarriers full of those people?
“Stupid,” you berate yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as they begin to sting. You try to fight off the tears, knowing that if Steve can sense your distress, he’ll become distracted. Yet another thing to add to the list of why you’re his weakness.
Your breath catches when you feel a jolt in your chest. And not a good one. Your eyes snap open and the blood drains from your face. Something is wrong.
Your heartbeat sputters and struggles to keep going, despite the lag that seems to be on the other end. Steve is hurt. Bad.
And you’re all the way out here.
You lift your head back up and find your hand moving to the keys in the ignition. Gritting your teeth, you push your despair to the side and steel your resolve. “Screw this.”
Turning the ignition, you bring the van back to life and make a U-turn on the run way. You’re not entirely certain how to get back, with all the random turns and loops Fury had you take in order to get to the air field. Now that you think about it, the crazy route probably had more to do with confusing your own sense of direction, so you wouldn’t be able to get back on your own, and less about the defensive maneuvers to keep Hydra off your tail.
With a determined huff, you pick a direction and drive, letting your instincts and your connection to Steve guide you. After traveling a few aimless miles, you manage to catch a freeway entrance. From there, the rising smoke in the distance is the only confirmation you need to know you’re heading in the right direction.
You watch in the distance as the last helicarrier left in the air slams into the side of the Triskellion. Your stomach flips upon the impact and you just know that Steve is still on that ship. You pull over abruptly on the side of the freeway and jump out of the van. Your knees slam into the pavement as you bend over and expel what little food you’d had earlier that morning.
Rising back up onto shaky legs, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand and stumble around the van. You walk off the freeway and into the copse of trees that line the bank of the river. You lean your weight against the trunk of a tree as you get a front row seat to the horror show before you. The last hellicarrier is steadily losing altitude as the other two burn in a fiery heap of rubble upon what’s left of the Triskellion.
You watch as pieces of debris fall from the belly of the flying ship, and mixed in the middle is a body clad in a red, white, and blue uniform. When his body hits the water, your vision swims and your knees give out once again. You are certain that these are going to be your final moments in this world, when a second body falls out of the ship and dives straight into the river.
Your heartbeat slows and it becomes the only sound you can hear, ringing in your ears. Time seems to come to a standstill.
Then, suddenly, two heads pop back up to the surface.
You release an audible gasp, finding the strength to get back on your feet. You stumble like a newborn fawn, tripping over tree roots and rocks as you make your way down the river bank.
“Steve!” you don’t even feel the water against your legs as you rush forward to help the man dressed in black carry him to shore. The man releases his metal grasp from the strap on Steve’s shoulders, setting him down on the muddy river bank. “Steve!” you call out to him, a choked sob leaving you as you take in the cuts all over his face and the wound on his torso.
A weak cough escapes him and a dribble of water leaks from his open mouth. You whimper in relief when he continues breathing. Your fingers brush against his jaw, tears spilling over and running down your cheeks.
The man in black shifts his weight and begins to step back.
“Wait!” you lift your gaze to meet his. “W-where are you going?”
He stares back at you blankly. “I don’t know.” His voice comes out broken and raw. He turns away and takes a few more steps.
You quickly scramble to your feet. “Bucky!” The man pauses once again, his posture stiffening. “You are Bucky, aren’t you?” you question carefully.
He keeps his back toward you for a long moment, before turning his head just slightly. “I don’t know,” he repeats, this time with anguish in his voice.
Your heart breaks for him. “There’s a van pulled off the side of the freeway, just a short way up. The keys are still in the ignition,” you tell him. “And here,” you quickly shrug out of Steve’s jacket that you’ve still been wearing. You hold the garment out to him. “To cover up your arm.”
Bucky looks down at the metal appendage and frowns before slowly turning toward you and taking the jacket with that same hand. He hesitates for another second, before lifting his gaze to yours once more. “Thank you,” he says the words strangely, like he’s grown unused to the phrase.
“Thank you for saving him,” you respond, glancing briefly back at where Steve lays.
Bucky nods once, stiffly, before turning and disappearing into the brush.
You release a shaky breath and crumple down once more at Steve’s side. The wound at his stomach is continuing to bleed and you know that if you don’t get help for him soon, you will both probably die anyway.
You reach for the commlink in his ear and pull it out. You hope that the thing is water proof, but it’s the only way you’ll be able to contact anyone else. You tuck the device into your own ear. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
All you can hear for a moment is static, before that cuts out and you hear a voice. “Y/N, is that you?”
You sigh and drop your shoulders in relief. “Nat! I’m with Steve. We’re on the west side of the river. He’s hurt. I think he’s been shot.”
“Keep pressure on the wound. We’re coming to you.”
“O-okay.” Your hands shake as you place them over the blood-soaked patch on his uniform. He groans in pain as you apply pressure to the spot, but continues to remain unconscious. “Don’t you die on me, Soldier,” you try to say firmly, but your voice breaks.
It feels like hours have passed by the time you hear the beat of a helicopter. Looking up, you recognize Fury’s copter as it flies above you and lowers onto the freeway. Nat and Sam burst through the trees moments later.
Sam kneels down on the other side of Steve, opening a first aid kit to begin triaging the wound. Nat gently grabs your shoulders and pulls you back. “Hey, you did good,” she encourages, pulling you to your feet.
“Is he going to be okay?” you ask.
“An ambulance is already on the way.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you look down at the blood covering your hands. “Oh God…” you barely manage to get out, before the world fades to black.
Part 16
#steve x reader#steve soulmate au#hearbeat soulmate au#captain america x reader#sam writes#steve rogers x reader
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every day i think about how they changed the le bien qui fait mal and l'assasinphonie choreography so salieri wasn't dancing close with sexy half naked men. do we know why. i have tried and failed to pinpoint an exact time. i feel like im going insane. they no homoed a dance
anon.. i think about that daily too... im so happy someone else loves the original choreos like i do 😭 it took me a while to reply cuz i was on a mission to answer ur questions as best as i could. so... finally... here is what i found out:
first of all if u wanna read my rant about the changes, in general, here are the posts about le bien qui fait mal and l'assasymphonie
second of all "do we know why" is a good question. meaning i dont have an answer dlkjaskl i just now started to learn french so if they ever talked about it in a video, or something... i missed it. so right away im telling u that i can only offer my guesses.
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starting with LE BIEN QUI FAIT MAL, as i said in that post i linked, i tried to figure out whether they only degayed it for the 2011 proshot or not and i found out that no, the changes were also present in live performances.
then an anon told me massimiliano (the dancer who manhandles salieri) couldnt be at the 2011 proshot recording. i checked the video and he really wasnt there at all, but that still doesnt fully explain things, bc as u will see from my extensive, very professional research, unlike in the 2011 proshot, in live 2011 shows massimiliano was there, performing, in other parts of the musical. just not during lbqfm. i know he is an irreplaceable icon, so much that i couldnt find a single video where he wasnt the one manhandling salieri (even tho other dancers, from other parts of the choreo, kept switching), but to me its now clear that that was not the case. they really just decided to change the choreo.
so now lets see how it all progressed
for that its helpful to know the dates of mor performances. based on that i was insane enough to watch as many videos as i could to try to pinpoint when the choreo changed. except it wasnt that simple. i quickly found out that a loootttttt of other changes happened before that major one, before massimiliano left. so here it is
THE LBQFM CHOREO CHANGES I NOTICED
03.01.2010 last PDS performance, still the original
6, 26 february 2010 original
11 march 2010 original (massimiliano's skirt fell off 😭)
20 march 2010 original
8 may 2010 original
9 may 2010 not so much the original anymore. this is the first change i've noticed. @1:28 originally its a male dancer who bends back salieri and then there are 2 men and 2 women who .. idk how to describe it, but do that push and pull motion. here one of the guys is not there
(10, 11, 12 no performances)
13, 15, 16 may 2010 now the other guy is gone too, only women left (but the dancer is not really gone. im pretty sure hes there, doing another thing next to them)
(cannot find a video from the 17th, that was the last performance in lyon)
performances at zenith de saint etienne begin at the 21st but i couldnt find a video from it
22 may 2010 original again (sidenote salieri is really unhinged here)
27 may 2010 change. female dancer who's usually interacting with salieri during the first verses isnt there, just massimiliano. not sure if its the same woman who calls him during the bridge and moves him thru the dancers but anyways shes also not there, he walks around alone. so when the Climax happens, again, only massimiliano is there grabbing him
31 may 2010 and 6, 10, 13 and 19 june 2010 another change. the female dancer is back, but during "j'adore l'avoir dans la peau" usually there are two dancers next to him mimicking playing a harp with their bodies but not this time
now the dates that matter the most i cant find a single videeooo 🤡 which are the performances in limoges (25, 26 and 27 june 2010) so all i can say is that
3 july 2010 is the first time i could find that massimiliano wasnt there. aka the degayed choreo. but i cant say if it is the first. also the original choreo for the "j'adore..." part is back again. thats the only performance they did in nancy and its also the last tour performance from 2010. a bunch of people were at the curtain call, even albert cohen was there, so its very weird that massimiliano was absent. im so mad i couldnt find those videos from late june bc all i got is just one video of him not being there, which makes me think he just couldnt be there so they had to change the choreo
9 november 2010 they are back in PDS and its the original again (also this is just for me but he still has the original cravat here. im trying to kill two birds with one stone)
2 december 2010 original (salieris beautiful cravat is gone 😔but this is one of my fave videos)
5, 11 december 2010 still the original
12 december 2010 changes again 😭 "j'adore..." harp dancers are gone again
14 december 2010 they are back <3 (funny video bc mikelangelo forgets to give florent the score)
18 december 2010 NOW HERE ITS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING. a little change. massimiliano is there at the beginning, he drags salieri around but then hes gone before the first verse starts! and he doesnt come back !!! harp dancers are still there tho lmao
19 december 2010 massimiliano is fully gone 🎻 yamin even replaced him during la mascarade, like it happens in the 2011 proshot. i think since this date this change became the standard for a while, before they went back to the original. in the meantime, im guessing its when they shot the 2011 proshot
26 december 2010 still just the female dancer
4, 8 january 2011 still just the female dancer
9 january 2011 still just the female dancer but because it was the last performance in paris, before going on tour again, she has a whip for funsies. also they added, at the end, 2 female dancers sorta removing and quickly putting back salieris coat
28 january 2011 first tour performance, still just the female dancers. and i was not paying attention to this before, but i noticed for the first time in this video the 2 women dancing together, like they show for 2 seconds in the 2011 proshot. lesbian rights <3 i dont think it was part of the original choreo? its hard to tell exactly when they added that bc people usually record salieri, not the dancers, and hes not next to them when it happens (its before the bridge)
4, 5, 6 february 2011 still just the female dancer. but unlike before, this time (but idk exactly when it began) massimiliano was there for other parts of the show; yamin and other people didnt replace him (on the 4th: im pretty sure hes present in l'assasymphonie) (on the 5th: hes in la mascarade, le trublion, etc)
so. they really just changed it. massimiliano not being able to perform wasnt the case. we have to accept that they made a mistake <333 ldkajslk
19, 20, 27 february 2011 the original is back
19, also 19, 20, 23, 26 march 2011 it changed a little again but massimiliano is still there. no one bends salieri back and just one guy and one woman do the push and pull motion. also i think around here they removed the two women dancing together? maybe i just cant see it
20 mai 2011 original back once again
01 april 2011 .................... clearly an aprils fools joke bc massimiliano is gone again. i randomly picked this date cuz i knew it would be cursed dlkjaslk.. also again salieri doesnt get bent back and just 2 dancers do the push and pull... u knOW IT !!! WE GET IT !!!!! ok but i love him dramatically sighing and falling on the floor at @2:58 hes doing the most to make up for the flavour that got lost
03.06.2011 original again
12.06.2011 just massimiliano, no female dancer. im obsessseedddd with this video fully bc of the things massimiliano does!! obsessed with his evil smile @0:48, obsessed with salieri forgetting to throw the score on the floor, so massimiliano grabs it from his hand and forces him to kneel and stand up again. can u tell im a massimilianator and the choreo without him has no chance to please me?
17.06.2011 back to the original again
now im gonna skip to the very last performance from this production bc im honestly tired lkdajskl
10 july 2011 its the original thank god
TL;DR: 19 december 2010 is when the degayed choreo became the standard for a bit and on 19 february 2011 the original returns.
im confident that watching all those videos in a short period of time gave me brain damage but .. anything for science <3
ANYWAYS i started to do this to figure out why they changed It only to realise they changed A Lot of other things throughout performances (some things i didnt even mention, like the dance the woman does next to salieri during the first verse changes a lot) and they kept going back and forth to the original choreo. i think i can safely say not a single part (involving salieri) remained the same throughout the whole thing (not even the bending him back part was always there. i could swear it would be but!! no!). my guess is maybe because a certain dancer took a break or maybe they just wanted to do something different
in conclusion i figured out the exact dates but i cant tell u why massimiliano wasnt part of lbqfm for a while. i couldnt even find people talking about it on forums but, again, maybe bc im not fluent in french. to me it was a big loss, the whole thing loses its spice, i obviously prefer the original by miles. no idea why they simply didnt chose someone to replace him bc the other dancers changed all the time.
maybe it was in florents contract that only massimiliano was allowed to manhandle him <3 dlkjaslk im half kidding bc who knows? maybe it was a legal thing, maybe massimiliano invented this part of the choreo and only He could do it 😭 but honestly. my real final guess is that they simply wanted to change things to make it New and Fresh. as we saw, massimiliano leaving wasnt the only lbqfm choreo change.
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moving on to L'ASSASYMPHONIE thank god bc it will be a lot easier to pinpoint when they changed the choreo. i believe they changed it and never went back to the original </3 god knows why </333 so when i find the new one ill stop looking
03.01.2010 last performance from "season one", at PDS (before going on tour) and also the last time they used the original choreo bUT ! THERES A BONUS! MORE MEN !!! LKDJALKS they said we will degay it later but u can have more naked men as a goodbye gift <3 really caught me by surprise, its the first time i watched it. but u wanna know whats really weird? this blurry shaky video is the only one i can find?! i even had to scroll a lot on youtube to get to it... conspiracy theory dove is trying to hide the original choreo. but honestly it makes no sense bc it was a Special day..... i cant find it anywhereee not even outside youtube... this is a hate crime. this is offensive. this is the heresy salieri sings about in the song.
the only thing i found was another performance from the same day but i think its the morning or afternoon performance and not the very last one. its for sure different than the one i linked first. i dont think there are 100 men onstage but at least we can see he had black nails 🥰 anyways... if anyone knows a better shot video of the very last performance... let me know... im really upsetklfdjalsjdal I FEEL SOOOO ROBBED...
and im even more mad now, remembering that from now on we get this new choreo. it began on their first tour
04.02.2010 2010 tour begins, first time we see the new choreo
and i have absolutely no idea why they changed it. again, i never saw an explanation and i dont have a single guess. i cannot imagine why they thought the new one was better. if i have to say one nice thing about it is that i like the background, the moving curtain that kinda looks like flames. they should absolutely drop the stupid flashing lights and just leave that background for the Cool effect and bRING BACK..... THE HALF NAKED BLINDFOLDED MEN (HNBM) ........... THEY CAN REPRESENT SO MUCCHHHHHH... I LOVE THEM....
thats all i got to say otherwise ill start repeating myself.. if u wanna read more about my opinions on the hnbm and why i prefer the original l'assasymphonie choreo its all in the second link of this post..
anyways big thanks to anyone who read this, hope u enjoy all those videos. even with the dagayed choreos, florent and the dancers always deliver amazing performances. so, regardless, its a good time to watch them. lastly if anything is wrong, if i put down the wrong date or something, my bad, but it was .. a lot.. to go through, so if anyone sees a mistake let me know !
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