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f1fnatic · 1 year ago

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SUR LE POINT ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, toto wolff's daughter, are dating semi-rival team driver charles leclerc and toto is trying his best to support your relationship while also being a proud dad.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) taylor hill + pictures from pinterest

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x wolff!ballerina!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, fluff, google translated german and french

→ ( author's note. . . ) woohoo another smau! these are genuinely so fun to make but sooo time consuming. i hope you enjoy! see end for more

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📍monte carlo, monaco

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y/n_wolff a break between shows 🌞

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user7 she is stunning!

user10 mother is mothering

charles_leclerc that dog better not be in the apartment when i get home.

y/n_wolff um about that!

charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

y/n_wolff btw her name is olive!!

susiewolff Meine schöne tochter 💓 (my beautiful daughter)

y/n_wolff woher, glaubst du, habe ich es? (where do you think i got it from?)

mercedesamgf1 baby boss is glowing 🫡🫧 liked by y/n_wolff

yourbsf my legs are dead because of you.

y/n_wolff not my fault you couldn't keep up 😒

user44 need to know where you got that top!

y/n_wolff its actually a dress and i made both of the flower and lemon one myself!

user16 i wonder how toto feels ab this

user19 he was asked during an interview and was hesitant, but supportive !!

charles_leclerc holy 🥴 liked by y/n_wolff

lewishamilton you're in monaco and you dont even stop and say hi? smh 😒

y/n_wolff I AM SORRY BLAME CHARLES

charles_leclerc WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME INTO THIS?

y/n_wolff BECAUSE ITS YOUR FAULT?

lewishamilton i was kidding 😀

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

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lewishamilton has added to their story!

caption: apology accepted ✅ y/n_wolff

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y/n_wolff has reposted a story!

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📍vienna, austria

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y/n_wolff ladies and gentleman... your 2024 white swan!!

it is such an honor to be awarded this role. ever since i was a kid and saw my first performance of swan lake, i fell in love. from that moment, i knew i wanted to be odette. this is truly a dream come true.

i would like to thank the wienerstaatsballet for such a wonderful opportunity and trusting me with such an important role. along with my amazing parents, toto & susie_wolff, and my wonderful boyfriend charles_leclerc. you have all shown me such support and love, i couldn't have done this without any of you.

(p.s. see the link in bio for showings 😉)

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user16 she is so unbelievably pretty

mickschumacher woohoo!! you go y/n!

y/n_wolff thank you mickyyy

user8 CONGRATS Y/N! liked by y/n_wolff

charles_leclerc so happy for you mon cynge 🫀 (my swan)

lewishamilton congratulations y/n! i remember watching you as a young girl just starting out, this is such a wonderful achievement, you deserve it more than anyone 🖤

y/n_wolff thank you so much lew 🥹💞

user5 they're so sibling coded 💔

mercedesamgf1 woohoo! congrats baby boss 🥳🙌🏻

y/n_wolff thank u admin 🥰

charles_leclerc when you called me to say you got the part, pride flooded my senses. i know how much this part means to you, etoile. i am so happy for you, je t’aime plus que tout ❤️ (star, i love you more than anything)

y/n_wolff i love you so much, mon coeur 💌

yourbsf the best to do it ❣️🦢 liked by y/n_wolff

yourballetfriend happy for u y/n 🙂

user77 she doesn't seem happy...

user44 i wouldn't blame her 🤷🏾‍♀️

user2 yeah but ballet is competitive it's part of the sport

susie_wolff Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Y/N. Worte können meinen Stolz nicht ausdrücken. Es ist mir eine Ehre, dich meine Tochter nennen zu dürfen (i am so proud of you, y/n. words cannot express my pride. i am honored to call you my daughter)

y/n_wolff hör auf, mama, ich werde weinen, ich liebe dich so sehr (stop mama, i'm going to cry, i love you so much)

francisca.cgomes my fave ballerina 🩰✨ liked by y/n_wolff

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user10 i am so normal about this (i am so insanely happy for her)

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toto_wolff Congratulations to my wonderful daughter, Y/N. Ich bin so stolz auf dich, meine Blume. Zu sehen, wie du zu dem heranwächst, was du jetzt bist, war so ein Segen. Ich fühle mich geehrt, dein Vater zu sein. Mach weiterhin großartige Dinge, ich liebe dich. (I'm so proud of you, my flower. Seeing you grow into what you are now has been such a blessing. I am honored to be your father. Keep doing great things, I love you.)

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user71 THE STREETS WERE RIGHT!!

user50 this is so sweet oh my god

user9 oh to have a dad like toto wolff

y/n_wolff oh papa, ich liebe dich so sehr. Ich hätte mir keinen besseren vater wünschen können, ich danke dem universum jeden Tag dafür, dass ich gesegnet genug bin, dich als meinen vater zu haben. danke, dass du immer für mich da bist 😭❤️ (oh papa, i love you so much. i couldn't have asked for a better father, i thank the universe everyday for being blessed enough to have you as my dad. thank you for always being there for me)

user11 i want what they have 🥲

susie_wolff Unsere wundervolle Tochter (our wonderful daughter)

lewishamilton What a star🌟!

user14 crying in daddy issues

christianhorner Congratulations, Wolff. You have raised a wonderful daughter.

toto_wolff Thank you, Horner.

user88 the passive aggression

user51 the girls are fighting

mercedesamgf1 Boss man making us cry 🫡

charles_leclerc it is such an honor to be dating your daughter, toto

toto_wolff Couldn't have asked for anyone better.

y/n_wolff does this mean that you will let him win, papa?

toto_wolff No.

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whoop! another fic done 🥳this was super fun to write, i loved looking for pictures, especially the toto-baby reader one 💔 not a lot of toto content... oh well. i am thinking of making a taglist, so let me know if you would like to be on it! also, hope i made it clear enough that toto does not know how to use instagram, and reader had to help him with making a post/comment. he doesn't know how like comments yet. thank you for reading! as usual, requests and feedback are welcome. make sure to leave a comment and kudos! (only if you want :P)

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archduchessofnowhere · 2 months ago

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We talk about portrayals of Sisi, but I think that Franz Joseph was, if anything, even more misrepresented by the recent period dramas. How would you rank the portrayals of him you have seen/read (in historical novels)? Is there any piece of historical fiction that actually captures his character accurately?

Hello! YES I always focus on Elisabeth but he is also completely butchered in all these new series. I think I've said it before, but basically it's very hard to reconcile who FJ actually was (both as an emperor and as a person) with him being a love interest we as an audience can root for. Specially in these new adaptations in which Elisabeth is outspoken, mature and actively politically involved in the events of the empire (and not just the Compromise). Why would our Girl Boss protagonist want to be with a man who was bureaucracy made flesh, very conservative, and just kinda boring in general? It doesn't work. Thus, his personality also gets rewritten.

I don't really have a decided ranking, but off the top of my head I'd say these are my least to most favorite portrayals:

Sisi & Ich (2023): Do you hate Sisi adaptations that turn FJ into a horrible, abusive husband in order to make his wife look good? Well, this portrayal does just that. He is only very briefly in the movie but I hated every minute of it, personally I was mostly fine with the movie despite all its inaccuracies but there was one scene from this part that was a deal breaker for me. This movie should've been just two hours of Irma and Elisabeth traveling and nothing else.

Die Kaiserin (2022-): The solution of the screenwriters to the problem of "how do we make FJ likeable?" Basically turning him into his brother Maximilian lol. You see, he has liberal ideas but his evil mother doesn't let him pursue them! Oh, and he had nothing to do with those executions, that was also his mother! In fact everything bad he ever did was all his mother's fault, because he is not even governing, his mother is. By season 2 it almost seems that FJ has absolutely no idea what's going on in his own empire and needs to be explained basic thing like Italian nationalism. This series sanitizes FJ in levels that just aren't seen in any other adaptation, not even the Sissi Trilogy. You are watching the show and can't help but think "who is this guy???". The only thing he has in common with the real FJ is that he loves his wife, but the way their relationship is portrayed is so unlike the real couple that not even that makes him similar to his historical counterpart.

Sisi (2021-2024). This FJ is in the opposite end of the same spectrum as Die Kaiserin's FJ. Season 1 had the original take of not making FJ likeable, but instead they turned him in a borderline cartoonishly evil, violent and smug man. He smiles as he orders executions, he beats his aids for not reason, he openly cheats on his wife and publicly insults her in a fit of jealousy. Honestly I was baffled by this take, because even after all these bizarre changes they still went for a "Sisi and Franz's great love story!" approach for the series. Which was. A choice. They obviously wanted to make him like that so that he could go through a redemption arc thanks to his relationship with Sisi, but it was just not a well written arc, and when his personality does change in later seasons it doesn't feel like earned character grow but simply that the writers decided to tone down their original approach.

Yet I will admit I'm lowkey fond of this portrayal, I liked most of his storyline in season 2 (he spends most of the season bonding with a feral child and also definitely has a thing going on with Andrássy you can't convince me otherwise), and in season 3 I found myself agreeing with him. So yeah, utterly butchered FJ but in an entertaining way at least.

Sissi Trilogy: I'm honestly overall indifferent to this FJ; he is basically the blueprint for every posterior depiction that portrays him as a Prince Charming love interest. Yet, for all the overomantization of Elisabeth's early life, the movies don't shy away from telling us how FJ was directly responsible of the counter revolution executions. We even see how he is still hated in Hungary and Italy (at least until Sissi comes into the scene). A certain show from a certain straming service could learn that it's not necessary to completely sanitize his image and pin all his faults onto his mother to make Franz Josef into a palatable love interest.

Sisi (2009). I feel about this FJ almost the same as I feel about the Sissi Trilogy's FJ, but in this portrayal we do see more of him than just "Sisi's love interest". Also it's not always all the color of roses, he and Elisabeth disagree and fight more than once. His relationship with his brother Max is also really interesting, pity they only interact in like three scenes. Overall a solid take, if a bit romanticized and not particularly remarkable.

Kronprinz Rudolf (2006). Not a bad take but for what I remember they portrayed Taaffe as having this great influence over FJ and putting him against Rudolf. And like no the evil minister was not responsible for FJ distrusting his son He Was Like That.

Elisabeth das Musical: the only depiction on this list that I truly like, and it really proves that the only way to have a good FJ is to not make him into a love interest. He is only a supporting character and yet the musical nails the most important bits of his personality and his relationship with Elisabeth outstandingly well (loved his wife but never understood her, cheated yet still longed for her, let her go but always hoped she would comeback next to him). There's even room to also show his relationship with Rudolfl! The only thing that I don't really like is that they do portray his mother as having a lot of influence over him, but that's mostly because the musical has an outdated take on Sophie (which works pretty well in a storytelling level nonetheless!). Boote in der Nacht is the saddest song in the entire musical, and the musical is not even about FJ and Elisabeth as a couple. Just a great, nuanced and engaging take!

I know I'm missing a lot FJs but these are the ones that came to my mind right now; I don't think I've ever seen Franz Josef in a piece of media that isn't about Elisabeth or Rudolf. Thank you for your question!

#asks #franz josef i of austria #sisi (2009)#sisi (2021)#elisabeth das musical #kronprinz rudolf (2006)#sissi trilogy #die kaiserin (2022)#sisi & ich (2023)

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ms-rampage · 2 years ago

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Fluent When Upset

König x Y/n (fem-reader)

Warnings: Language

Authors note: This is my first time ACTUALLY writing König. I sort of based it off on this

I apologize for the butchered German 😂😅

You have been living in Austria for 3 years now. You and König have been together for 5 years. As time went by, and you discovered you were pregnant with a baby boy that König was absolutely excited about.

Aside from all that, you did struggle to learn the German language once you settled in, the only time you did speak it properly (or at least you think it is) when you get mad or annoyed, and König rarely to never upsetted, nor annoyed you. It only comes out when you stub your toe on the table, or when you hit your head, or when someone on a bike or scooter nearly hits you when you cross the street.

This day, you went to the store to do a little bit of grocery shopping, and you took your son with you in his stroller. He needed some fresh air after being in the house all day. König was on the fence about going with you. He went against his anxiety, and went with you two.

"You don't have to come." you tell him, while putting your jacket on, "I just need to buy a few things for dinner."

"I know, liebe, I just want to make sure you're both safe." he tells you, figetting with the bag on your sons stroller handle.

One of the few times, your husband takes off his sniper hood when he's at home and isn't expecting company. He has those tired, sad European eyes that you fell in love with. He was always worried and concerned about your well-being, even more so after having your son.

"We'll be fine, I know how you feel about crowds, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable." you reassure him.

"I know, but I know your German isn't good." he tells you with a slight hesitation in his voice, but he wasn't wrong. Your German is okay at best. You know the basics but not enough to hold onto a conversation.

"Well, you got me there." You chuckle, checking to see if your son is secure in his stroller. It was only a 10 minute walk to the store. König had never heard you speak German, maybe one or two words but never a full sentence.

After buying what you need from the store, a little grocery store that sells everything. You were always careful when crossing the street, especially when you had your infant son with you. You had the right away to cross, you had the green. König standing next to with one of the bags of groceries in his hand and the other around your waist.

Taking a few steps onto the street, some asshole decides at the very, very last second to go forward when he had the red light. A few feet away from hitting the stroller, that absolutely sent you into a verbal rage.

"Scheiße!." König exclaims, pulling the stroller back.

"Arschloch!." you yell at the driver, looking back at the other cars stopped at the light to see if there's another jackass that will do the same, then back in the direction of the car that nearly hit you and your child that is long gone now, "Siehst du uns nicht! Verdammtes arschloch!."

You both continue crossing the street while you yell at the driver who can't hear you anymore, but you just wanted to voice your opinion on drivers like them.

"Wir hatten gleich das recht, und ich schiebe einen kinderwagen!." you continue to shout as if you were a native speaker.

When you get to the other side, König is wide-eyed, mostly because of how your German is.

"Liebe, where did you learn that?." he asks, moving you to the side. Away from others walking by.

"I don't know, probably from having the TV on throughout the day. I picked up on a few phrases, and also the neighbors." you tell him, checking on your son who is asleep.

He kisses the top of your head through his hood. "I guess I did need you to come with me to the store." You joked as you two continued to walk back to your apartment. To König you German did sound broken, but hey, you were yelling at some dipshit who had zero patients for pedestrians.

#könig #könig call of duty #cod könig #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig x reader #call of duty #cod #könig x fem reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod warzone

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thelittlestsquid · 1 year ago

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How I Met You (1/3) - König x F!Reader

A/N: Graphic design is my passion, yes. Anyways, this is my first fic ever! Yaaaaaa.....aaayyy.. yeah. I'm German, so obviously I had to write about König. Before anyone says anything - yes, I know he's Austrian. I headcanon him having family in Germany that he visits when he's on leave. He speaks standard German so it makes sense to me. I also gave him the name Mathias. I don't know, he seems like a Mathias to me. :,) This will have three parts, so hopefully y'all enjoy it, because we'll be doing it again. Twice. I don't really know how Tumblr works yet but if you want to request anything - I always gladly take requests! <3

Anyways, this is getting pretty long - if you want anymore info on me or the rules for requesting, look at my pinned post! Thanks so much for reading! <3 (I'll translate everything German, don't worry!) Kaufland is a German supermarket btw., it's literally 'buy land' wtf

Summary: König never thought he'd have to worry about falling in love or starting a family. He also never thought that he'd meet is partner-to-be in a Kaufland, trying to reach bread - and failing horribly.

Warnings: (Social) anxiety, König doubts himself a lot, Kinda Meet cute, Fluff, language, Female Reader, German Word count: 2k

From an outsider's perspective, König was a skilled operator, a deadly fighter who was deadset on completing his objectives.

Even if he was built like a mountain, he somehow managed to go completely unnoticed by his enemies, making him a deadly weapon.

That was him. That was all he was supposed to be - all he had to be good at.

And he was, well, he tried. He tried so damn hard to be. But lately, his mind seemed to wander. Suddenly he felt like being this perfect weapon wasn't the only thing he wanted - something he thought would be long lost to him became an option again. A family of his own.

He believed that, if he ever tried to find a partner, they would be military as well. His life was full of murder and misery, he thought that he needed someone who understood his job. He thought only a fellow operator would.

So why the fuck was he here, in a Kaufland, staring at the cute woman at the end of the aisle - clearly not a soldier. Clearly struggling to reach the top of the shelf. His legs started to walk towards her - his social anxiety somehow forgotten.

''Äh, entschuldigung? Soll ich dir helfen?'' (Uh, excuse me? Should I help you?)

Fucking bullshit these… tall fucking… shelves in Germany…, you were visiting a friend in Germany for two weeks. Everything went well - until you went shopping and tried to get some bread that was at the top of a giant shelf. Fucking hell, why are shelves in Germany this big?! Fucking Germans…, you cursed wildly in your head, trying to reach that damned bread for more than five minutes now. It was getting embarrassing but your ego didn't allow you to just ask someone to help you.

A shadow fell over you. You turned around and looked right into a broad chest. Slowly your eyes wander up into the face of the absolute giant in front of you. The lower portion of his face was hidden by a face mask, his blond, long hair in a low bun - some strands of hair falling into his eyes as he slightly bend down to look at you. Blue eyes look down on you but his gaze doesn't quite reach your eyes - he seems to stare at your nose. He says something you don't quite understand - it's only your second day here after all. He seems to understand your confusion, his eyes widen slightly as he clears his throat. ''You speak English?'', he slightly tilts his head to the right. You nod, letting go of the shelf next to you. ''Yeah, uh.. sorry, what were you saying?'', you say as you straighten up a little so that you can actually look into his eyes.

The mans eyes widen a little as you straighten up. Standing a little straighter himself he points to the bread, his eyes crinkling as he seems to smile a little. ''Do you want me to get that for you? I would not want you to hurt yourself'', without waiting for your answer, he grabs the bag and hands it to you. You take it, glad that this madness was finally over. You put your aquired treasure into your shopping card and turned back to the giant. ''Thanks. What's your name?'', he seemed to think for a while, eyes becoming distant. Did he forget his name? After a short while he cleared his throat again and look back to your nose. ''Mathias. My name is Mathias. And what is your name?'', you could see the ghost of a smile behind his mask. It didn't quite reach his eyes but it seemed genuine. You told him your name and held out your hand. Mathias stared at it but decided to shake it, his large hand covering yours completely. He was insanely warm, like he just held his fist into a bonfire. ''You uh, have a pretty name'', he says, even if it was a little quiet. -- What the fuck was he doing? 'You have a pretty name' - really? Fuck, he should've never asked to help you. He should've just gone into another isle and finish his shopping. Did he really think he could just... chitchat? He was never good with that! When you asked him for his name, his mind seemed to go blank for a second. Scheiße, was he König or Mathias? Would it be weird to make you call him König? Yes, yes it would - Mathias it is. (Shit) You are not on base. This is a civillian. Callsigns aren't normal here. This is not military ground.

He repeated the mantra in his head. So much, that he almost forgot to answer you. After some debating, he shook your hand - reminding himself to be gentle. Civillian, not military. This isn't a seasoned operator.

Fuck, what was he supposed to say now? How would a normal conversation continue? Was he annoying you? Surely you had better things to do as standing here.

He was taking up so much of your time, maybe he should just turn around and walk away, maybe that way he could forget about all of this and just finish his shopping and-

His eyes were distant again. Was he okay? Should... should you ask? Something about his entire act was extremely confusing. He was tall, undeniably strong - his face was almost hidden by the mask yet what you saw was... actually really fucking handsome. He seemed gentle and thoughtful - he helped you, a complete stranger, after all. Smiling, you took out your phone. ''Let me buy you a coffee as a 'thank you', yeah? Want you give me your number?'', you held out your phone, opened on a new contact. Mathias flinched a little and blinked down onto the phone. He stared for a few seconds before taking it. ''That would be... nice. Thank you'', the phone looked absolutely mini in his hands, he could hold the entire thing with one hand as the other typed in his number. It seemed to take him a while because his fingers pressed down on two numbers at a time. He scrunched his eyes a little, seemingly very concentrated. It looked really adorable.

After returning your phone, you bid farewell. You still had some shopping to do and surely Mathias had other matter to attend to as well. Whatever it was, he seemed pretty determined to leave the supermarket as fast as possible, almost tripping over himself in the process. You huffed out a quiet laugh as you continued through the aisles.

Okay. So you obviously didn't hate him. She gave me her number... She wants to meet me... He stood in front of his mirror, two shirts in his hands. Today was the day you two would meet a cafe, not far from his home. He liked that one, it was quiet, not too full and their menu was amazing.

Should he wear his mask? It would be hard to eat with it on... Should he go with his normal, black shirt? Maybe he could try something new? No. He wanted to be comfortable and not worry if anyone thought his outfit was weird.

König decided on his usual stuff, black pants, black shirt - it became a habit from when he was on base. You couldn't exactly wear bright ass clothes on a mission.

After some spending some more time on panicking, he decided to take his mask with him - put it on once he felt the need to.

König didn't think he was ugly. Quite the opposite, actually. He found himself to be handsome. The thing he was most worried about wasn't his looks.

On missions, he wore his sniper hood - an old shirt he couldn't use anymore since it became too small. It wasn't what he imagined to be wearing when he joined, but it stuck. König was used to hide his face, not caring about his expressions. It was so familiar to him that he sometimes forgot to show emotions when he was on leave. Old habits die hard, eh?

But he wanted to try - he found you genuinly interesting and he loved how patient you've been with him. Since your first meeting, the two of you texted daily. König behaved completely different over text. More bold as usual. You, in return, answered with the same boldness - subtle and not so sublte firts were exchanged over the past few days which resulted in König being even more nervous when he thought of meeting you again.

How the hell did he manage to get into this? Since when did he talk to people, let alone befriend them? Was he trying to be friends with you? Clearly you seemed interested, did you want more too? Wait, too?

Before he could loose himself in his self-doubt again, he threw on his jacket, took his keys and wallet and left his apartment.

This was all so... new to him. On the field, all he had to do was function. He had to set his emotions aside, they didn't matter. What he thought didn't matter, how he talked to his subordinates didn't matter. But he wasn't on base now. He was on leave and he had to remind himself every. single. time. that he needed to behave differently here.

It was hard which is why he usually kept to himself, resting alone in his apartment or going out with some comrades to drink - people who understood him and thought like him.

As he walked down the street, he suddenly worried if you even recognised him without his mask. But König didn't have to worry for long, as your friendly voice called out to him from further away. --

This cafe was absolutely adorable. You arrived a little earlier than necessary to get a good view of the place. It looked really old, baby blue accents and plants everywhere. Almost like a little palace.

Spotting Mathias wasn't hard, as he towered over pretty much everyone. But something seemed different today.

You could see his face - all of it. And fuck, was he beautiful.

He frowned slightly as he walked down the street, his eyes cast onto the floor. You could see some freckles covering his cheeks. His hair was in a ponytail, his blond curls falling over his broad shoulders.

You had to stop yourself from staring. Any time now. But it was so damn hard to look away.

You don't know how it happened but after your short encounter in that stupid supermarket, the mountain of a man didn't leave your mind, his voice basically replaced your inner voice at this point.

He was an absolute treat over the phone and in real life. Especially in real life.

You jogged over to him, calling out his name in the process. ''Mathias, hey! Hi, how are you?'', you smiled up at him. He smiled slightly and it absolutely melted your heart. He had dimples that only became more prominent when he fully smiled at you. ''Hello you. I am good and you? I hope you will like it here'', he nodded towards the cafe.

You had an absolute blast. It was nice and quiet, the food was amazing and most importantly - you had just the right company.

Mathias was cautious with telling you anything about him but after some convincing he told you about his work. He was a soldier in the military, stationed in Austria but visiting his family in Germany.

That makes sense, you thought. Something about him screamed soldier. His height, the way he dressed, those absolute huge muscles - you kind of already knew.

But all this only made him more attractive in your eyes. Strong, capable but at the same time he seemed so... gentle, so sweet.

The date - as you called it in your head - ended sooner than you wanted it to. But inside you knew that this wouldn't be the last time the two of you crossed paths.

#i relate to König so FUCKING MUCH #I love him so much #könig call of duty #könig #call of duty #könig x reader #könig x you #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #könig cod #fem reader #könig x fem reader #cod mwii #cod mw2

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inevitablemoment · 2 months ago

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My Top 5 Favorite Elisabeths

DISCLAIMER -- This is just my personal opinion. Please don't flame me. I just want to talk about how much I love these women. And yes, Pia isn't on here, but she gets an honorable mention.

Maya Hakvoort (2005 Vienna revival/proshot)

She's my first Sisi, so I probably would always have a soft spot for her. But I have to say, every time that I watch the 2005 proshot, she never fails to blow me away with her sheer talent. While I'm sure everyone points to her performance of "Ich gehör nur mir," I have to draw attention to her morbid curiosity and wonder in "Schwarzer Prinz," her release of regret and grief in "Totenklage," and her (honestly frightening) rage and determination in "Maladie." Even in songs where she's present but doesn't have any lines, such as "Der letzte Tanz," the emotions on her face are both as clear as day and a mystery. She knows the right time to be subtle and restrained, and the right time to let all of her emotions take control. Also, as a random note, I think she's like if Willemijn Verkaik and Lucy Lawless had a baby.

2. Willemijn Verkaik (2006 Thun)

I mean... it's Willemijn Verkaik. While Maya was my first Elisabeth that I watched in full, it was through Willemijn that I had first learned of the show back in 2016 (when I began to discover my love of musical theater in general). Of course, I only have the fourteen minutes of promotional material, and the production style is a mixed bag for me (I liked some of the costumes, such as her nightgown in "Ich gehör nur mir," but the cajones to redesign her coronation gown-- as well as some of the blocking), but it's still worth watching those fourteen minutes to see Willemijn's version of Sisi.

3. Mónika Sáfár (1996 Szeged)

Mónika is a very recent discovery and actually, my first Hungarian Sisi, but she is already a favorite of mine. She surprised me with how mature and classical her voice was, even when portraying a young Elisabeth, but it somehow works. The maturity of her voice doesn't detract from her intrepretation of Elisabeth's journey from free-spirited Bavarian princess to isolated empress to triumphant queen to lonely and bitter hermit.

4. Ock Joo-hyun (2012 Seoul)

Oh, God... where to start with her? She is able to portray both Elisabeth's desire for freedom beyond the house of Habsburg while carrying herself with an empress-like dignity. She has such a unique voice, that is classical in a way similar to Mónika, with the same depth of Maya Hakvoort's voice and the strength of Willemijn Verkaik.

5. Annemieke van Dam (2012 Vienna)

Now, I said in a previous post that Annemieke looks the most like Elisabeth (like, to an eerie extent), but that's not the only reason that she's here. She has the lightest voice of any Elisabeth that I've heard, but that doesn't mean it lacks in strength. She is able to hold her own through each song, whether it's a solo, a duet, or a group number. And her interpretation is the most unique that I've seen; she truly makes the role her own.

#Elisabeth #Elisabeth das Musical #Empress Elisabeth #Empress Elisabeth of Austria #Maya Hakvoort #Willemijn Verkaik #Mónika Sáfár #Ock Joo-hyun #Annemieke van Dam

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 3 months ago

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s5 episode 9 thoughts

(rubs hands together in excitement) ohohohoho, let us see what this evening brings us!

i have been so desperate for some light MSR moments, that i have considered penning a mini fic where mulder comes over to scully's place to talk about some boring work stuff, but then it turns to just hanging out and drinking hot chocolate, and then it snows too much so he has to spend the night… but i don’t trust my writing skills to do it justice. i’ll end up googling how microwaves in the 90’s worked to make sure my hot chocolate prep methods are historically accurate.

(opens the wikipedia page for swiss miss and starts taking notes)

anyway. okay, so what are we dealing with today? a child who might be a murderer? damn. they get this sort of stuff more frequently than you’d expect.

well, to clarify, he is a TEENAGER, but still.

let us begin.

we open in a room with very old video games and a sick as hell lava lamp. it is covered in posters.

someone pulls up to the house in a truck and walks in, yelling for bobby, who must be this young gamer gentleman. ohhh this guy (phil) is mad at “that kid”. phil seems like a bully.

bobby left phil’s tools out in the rain. and phil is telling him to “finish the job”. bobby is brandishing this shovel and yelling at phil to “GET AWAY FROM ME, NOW!”. he then runs away, into an orchard!!!! he sees some guy in the night… phil chases after him.

phil has tripped. bobby is on top of him as he falls into a pit of mud!

your honor, my client is CLEARLY innocent. bobby was nowhere near that sinking hole of mud when phil tripped and fell into it, and once phil HAD landed in there, he was attempting to save his stepfather from the sinkhole despite the way he was treated. at this very moment, i am team bobby.

now it’s scully autopsy time :) she looks so beautiful as she digs pounds of dirt out of phil’s lungs and stomach :)

she thinks that phil was murdered by bobby, who must have held his head into the mud. but mulder points out that phil was found in a hole, standing vertically!!! maybe bobby dug the hole?? and then he fell in and held his head under?

who knows?

mulder seems to take the kid’s side… typical mulder behavior.

at bobby’s house, mulder shares these words of wisdom: “you know, when kennedy told the germans ‘ich bin ein Berliner”, he was actually saying, ‘i am a cocktail sausage’.” “who’s kennedy?” <- LMAOOOO

okay, for a man whose first word was allegedly JFK, he needs to brush up on his lore!! the term “berliner”, the way JFK pronounced it, was thought to refer to a type of donut!! but even that was just a myth. smh mulder! i expected better from you.

i’ve always wanted to taste whatever a berliner is.

follow me for more JFK facts.

mulder thinks this incorrect fact is so funny, though. he’s smiling at bobby, and then clarifies he’s not here to accuse him of anything.

“they want me to confess, so they have someone to blame” “right, but you see, you’re not making it very easy for them to believe otherwise. you understand that?” <- lmao. mulder is the king of getting his point across to teenagers bluntly yet with respect!

meanwhile, scully is talking to patti (bobby’s mom), who is saying that bobby and phil used to be very close, and then bobby got into “that teenage stage” where “he don’t want to listen to nobody”. which feels like a gross oversimplification of whatever it was that actually went down, but okay

phil was stressed because there was a blight on all his nut trees (okay. what is this child supposed to do about that, phil?)

scuuuulllllyyy, you’re so preeeeeettttttyyyy :) if she was questioning me, i wouldn’t even be able to answer. i’d just be looking in her eyes and sighing wistfully.

patti claims that she never saw phil hit bobby, as if this proves that the deceased was a saint, while bobby tells mulder that phil shoved him around a lot. but bobby never hit back because phil was way bigger. which makes the hole seem devised.

ohhhh, scully with the major announcement: the police are probably going to arrest bobby for murder. “but if they do, and if there’s evidence of abuse that you’re not coming forward with, it could hurt his chances” <- she is always telling people to confess and i love that about her. she's always telling people "just so you know: if you lie, we will find out, and you shall be Punished"

(mulder touches some stuff on a tree that looks like blood) <- why is he always doing weird stuff. yes yes, scully explains that it is the juice of dying trees

the agents are walking through this dying orchard, and it’s Romantic in a capital R kinda way. their breath makes fog as they talk, birds chirping in the grey skies while their coats billow behind them

“what do you think?”, scully asks; “i think he’s a hard kid to love” <- WOAH MULDER, damn... him saying that made my jaw drop!!

they’re at the big hole/scene of the crime. scully points out that the tree disease could have killed the root systems keeping the dirt in place, leading to the big hole's creation. mulder climbs in as scully explains how phil could have swallowed 12 pounds of dirt through the power of science

(mulder looks at her and smiles) bitch, me too

“well… you asked me for answers, those are the best ones i’ve got” <- don’t let him make you insecure, queen. if he giggles at your theory behind the physics of dirt swallowing, just remember all the other dumb shit you’ve seen him fully believe in. like the gargoyles.

bobby has been in therapy for his anger since 1995, which prompts mulder to say “that could be me” <- and maybe it should be, buddy. scully goes to therapy!! you should give it a whirl! i see no downsides

ohhh, the creepy man from before is watching them… mulder’s running up out of that hole when scully says they're being watched. but no!!! his foot got caught!! that was almost bad. and in the time it took to prevent himself from tripping, the mystery guy vanished.

now we're at high school, a place i never want to be. bobby called lisa and he wants to know why she didn’t call him back!!! he claims he finally stood up to “him”. now buddy, i had been on your side, but this way of talking is not going to get you set free.

OHHH a bully shoves him in a locker and bobby says “maybe i’ll kill you too, huh?” and that gets him to back off. lisa is weirded tf out and dips.

knock knock knock on someone named karin’s door. “we’re agents mulder and scully from the FBI” <- hell yeah you are!!!

karin was/is bobby's counselor. the agents are sitting on the couch like they’re the ones here for the appointment. i'm sure couple's therapy wouldn't HURT them.

anyway. back to bobby. he has come into her office physically injured before. he once spilled a glass of milk and phil made him eat in the cellar for a week??? wtf was this phil guy doing??

mulder notices her shoes are muddy… he is always noticing. this is some sort of clue, but as to what, i am unsure

“you make it sound like a justification- like bobby did it- and i don’t think bobby did it” <- get her again for me, mulder!

karin girl, don’t be cryptic about what did and did not happen. they’ll subpoena you.

lisa is walking somewhere at night. bobby pulls up in his very loud truck, creepily. he seems inebriated as he tells her to stand up to her dad, and that there is a way to make it go away forever. leave lisa alone, bobby. just because i don’t think you killed that guy, that does not mean you can go around and bother girls!!!

her dad says he doesn’t want bobby coming around, she screams at him to stfu, and then she gets out and leaves with bobby!! this has escalated.

so as soon as we saw the chestnut juice on mulder's finger and heard that a blight was plaguing the town, i imagined that this was somehow making the townspeople crazy. and i feel that my theory is only being proven here with more sudden outbursts.

wait, what the hell? i’ve gotta rewind that.

lisa walks out the door of her house, and then the window, like. blows in on her dad?? and glass shatters everywhere.

later, she comes home and finds him fallen out the window!!! it is NOT looking good for him.

the next morning, mulder is piecing together a smiley face out of the shattered glass. he is simply that sort of guy.

lisa's dad was named eugene, and he was a foreman for the local growers. scully thinks he was pushed out the window, but his body was removed before they saw it. hmm. maybe to cover up the CHESTNUT BLIGHT THAT MAKES YOU CRAZY!?!

karin is now with lisa, telling her she doesn’t have to answer any of the agents' questions, and then after this they’re going straight to her place. which seems very weird. was she dating lisa's dad??? no, she's just going to take her there for a bit, i guess.

scully asks for a moment with lisa, and mulder gestures karin out. ohhhh, what is going down…?

lisa was a client of karin’s for 4 years. she’s saying lisa's father disapproved of her, and she tries to empower “the victims”.

now... is this going to be a chestnut blight as the monster of the week, or is this lady telling kids to kill their parents?

mulder’s window analysis: it looks like he was PULLED out the window, not pushed. how? girl idk either.

back at da high school, it’s chemistry class- but scully is here to get bobby. ohh, she says she needs to ask him some questions. “about what?” “i don’t want to have to embarrass you in front of your class” “well, i ain’t embarrassed” (she gestures for him to come with her)

she handled that the best way you could, i think. bobby, i was ROOTING for you!! i still am. i bet he thinks that if he owns it, people will leave him alone. makes sense in a way.

mulder is looking at lisa’s dad’s body. they find something… weird in his skin. i cannot quite tell where it is they found it. or what it is.

scully is inspecting bobby’s arms. i am glad it is him having this experience and not me.

in walks mulder, with a bag saying "evidence". “what is that?”, asks bobby (mulder points to the label) “evidence” <- lmao i giggled

it looks like wood that is in the bag!! blighted wood that makes you go violent, perhaps...?

karin is going to help lisa pack her things before leaving to go to her aunt’s. i do not trust karin because why is she taking this child to her house?

karin is being yelled at?? a deep voice is telling her that she wishes she were never born. lisa is trying to figure out wtf is going down. is it gonna be mysterious orchard guy doing the yelling...?

back to lisa’s house to investigate the trees.

IS MULDER CLIMBING THE TREE?

“excuse me, it’s been a few years” he says, grabbing a rope

“hey scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?” <- OMFG I HAVE SEEN THIS LINE IN GIFS BUT NOW HE ACTUALLY SAID IT... LMAOOOO

(she has absolutely no reaction <- LMAOOOO)

but gasp!!! someone is behind her!!! with an axe!! it must be the orchard guy!!

“maybe you should come down here, mulder” (he sadly descends from the tree as the dude with the axe gets closer to scully) ohhh yeah. if anyone with an axe is approaching scully he is going to be at the scene STAT. even if that means climbing out of a tree.

she asks orchard guy if he knows what kind of tree the evidence splinter came from. he says yes, it is this very type of tree.

scully goes, hey! these trees are dying. but this splinter is live wood. so he wordlessly cuts into the tree, which starts bleeding. when mulder asks what causes this, he says “a very bad man” <- is this pollution? that makes the trees make you kill people??

(the agents looks around in confusion and girl, me too)

lisa finds muddy footprints in the hall. she opens the door to the basement, and you know something spooky is afoot. lots of mud down there…. and a dead body!!!

someone is asking where is she… omfg is this the cellar where bobby was locked…????

the agents now need to ask karin some questions about her father’s death, which happened 20 years ago….. under CURIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES. “his body was pulled from the mud of an orchard?” <- ohhhh. that’s juicy.

mulder says that her father dying ended the blight that was infecting the trees all those years ago. do the trees make you crazy to get the blood they need?? to be healthy again??

so she answered no questions at all. BUT NO!!! it IS lisa in her basement!!! she’s slamming on the window asking for help…. who tf put her down here??? alas, the agents do not hear her.

karin says she has to be quiet or he’ll hear her. who is HE?? and who tf is the dead body down here with her???

(cut scene to mulder digging up a grave while scully warns him any evidence they find won’t be admissible in court) LMAOOO is that not their whole dynamic right there?!

it’s karin’s father’s casket they're looking at, and it’s filled with vines, but no body!!! well that is... weird

some lady pulls into karin’s house. it's lisa's aunt linda!! she has come to get her. but karin lies and says that lisa went to the bus station??? girl, what is going on. she slams the door in her face.

oh shit!!! lisa slams on the window, and her aunt hears her!!! and when she goes to call the police she is… stabbed?? or something??? NOOO, AUNT LINDA!!! poor lisa. she is going through TOO MUCH in this episode.

scully wants to know wtf happened to karin’s dad’s body. yeah. me too.

“i don’t think this was an act of grave robbing, scully” “no, that’s what we were doing” <- LMAOOOOOOOOOO this gave me a very good chuckle

mulder points out that all the deaths are tied from the trees. the root system eats them, perhaps.

scully says yeah, that's great, but there was a more obvious connection here: all of these children were abused.

listen, i’m a big believer in “both things can be true”. maybe the kids fed their parents to the trees, little shop of horrors style!

he says they should go question bobby again. she doesn’t wanna do that shit lmao.

mulder vs bobby showdown….

mulder says he knows bobby ran that night because he was too scared to do anything with the shovel… and he ran into the orchard, but because he had set a trap there, but because he was scared… and he wanted to help phil once he was caught in that hole… and now bobby’s crying, saying "she" made him stand up to him… “she” being karin….

OHHH, was it him yelling at karin about wishing she was never born?? she made him pretend he was phil… “she made you believe you were a victim, but you weren’t” damn. that's messed up.

back at karin’s place, that mysterious deep voice is yelling to lisa. IT’S KARIN?? saying that lisa will wish she was dead??

SO WAS SHE THE ONE THAT LOCKED HER IN THE CELLAR???

agents return to karin’s place. they find the footprints downstairs… and aunt linda's poor body!!! and the body that must be karin's dad!!! all eaten up by the plants!!

“talk about putting down roots” <- lmao. mulder has a dad joke for any occasion. he must study them.

OHHH... it was never bobby that was locked in the cellar, it was karin!!! she's projecting her trauma onto these children

lisa is screaming!!! scully stays with her as mulder goes to find karin!! car chase time!!!!

a tree falls on mulder’s car!!! OHHH he narrowly missed being impaled!!!

so is karin a tree whisperer???? a tree bender? she commands the roots?

he’s limping out and trying to get over the trees. poor man.

lisa breaks into bobby’s place, despite his mother saying he isn’t here….. how tf did she get away from scully? she yells that bobby is in danger, and he once again runs to the orchard...

karin is approaching bobby in the orchard…. and he’s being sucked down by the roots…. while mulder races after him. karin is talking in that deep voice, saying she deserves what she gets. mulder’s yelling at her to tell “him” to stop!!!! and she says “karin’s dead” <- well, killing other people doesn’t help the problem at hand!!

so now they’re both up to their necks in dirt until orchard guy comes and chops her head off!!!!!!

wow. shoutout to orchard guy. he leaves immediately while they are still hanging out in the muck. they’re still struggling when scully finally finds them LMAO.

aww, look at her pulling him up in the background….

so, mulder wraps up the episode: no one knows why karin got sucked into the mud or how her dad ended up in her basement via root transportation. and she imagined victims around her, so she tried to instill in them the strength she never found in herself.

damn. she was consumed by her past.

well. that was a lot. shocking that the tree that eats people due to child abuse is not one of the contenders for darkest episode of this show. this is just an average day for them.

so, what do i think? hmm. i feel there’s a moral here, about the cycles of abuse and grief, and how you need to confront it lest it haunts you many years down the road. you must deal with the trauma your father inflicted upon you before it leaves you screaming at children in his voice that they are worthless.

but other than that, i’m not sure what to think on the plot and themes. i cannot speak to the careful science that is psychology and decipher if they were trying to make an elaborate point, or if this was one of those "wouldn't it be fucked up if..." episodes.

this episode had some good lines that made me laugh. and that is important. and it was funny to re-read my notes, because i was so convinced this whole plot was due to the blight. i guess the blight emerges when children are being hurt?? and then goes away when the abuser is returned to the earth?

i’m a little shaky on the details.

each time they interact with kids, i get thrust into this idea of them having kids of their own, so this did give me many ideas of them trying to cope with an unruly teenager. you really just have to listen to them. mulder calling bobby hard to love was out of pocket. mulder, please do not say this about your own child. but he seemed adept at speaking teenager and getting him to confess, which was impressive.

anyway, the episode was fine!! mulder is wild for asking scully if she was turned on, but i did laugh at it. you know what though, that is how it is with the besties sometimes. and the grave robbing line killed me. idk how karin was controlling those trees, but i’m going to simply not question it. whatever you say, pretty agents :)

#not a bad episode! not the best but not bad either #the trees die when the children are being abused. obviously. this makes perfect sense. /s #poor lisa. she had a right rough go of it.#juni's x files liveblog #5x09 #the x files #txf

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 1 year ago

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“I really just need to make an entire breakdown on Medic one of these days 😭” Well, do it. Umm, you coward —I'm so sorry for calling you a coward, Jamison :'(—.

Medic's Past Headcanons (Also Some Archimedes Content!)

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No apology needed my friend, I am but a coward 😭

I lied a little bit, I changed my mind on doing a full breakdown, just changed it to some headcanons about his past and meeting Archimedes </3

But no, I've mainly not posted this because I've had other requests and also this one will probably get heavy. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post content with actual angst and upsetting themes.

But I'm here now because looking past all the jokes and my own personal love for doctors. I should also mention, written by an American and a person with know knowledge of the German education system, and medical practices in general!

ALSO, finally writing Medic with his accent and some actual German, please forgive me if you are a native speaker for using a mix of google translate and my very poor German skills 💖

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ALSO ALSO mutual appreciation comment! Another thank you for letting me talk about Medic <3

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TW: CHILD NEGELECT, SU!C1D@L IDIATIONS, FLUFF AT THE END!

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He's been asked about his mother before, his answer has always been,

"Meine mutter? She vas good woman, she... she did her best." Said with a softer tone than anyone has ever heard him speak in.

He's lying. She severely neglected him as child. After his mother fell pregnant, his father left. His mother resented Medic for this, blaming him for his father leaving, refusing to realize how volatile their relationship had been before he was conceived. When Medic was born his mother refused to bond with him, holding him only when others gave her expecting looks. For the first years of his life his mother only tended to his basic needs to keep him from crying, his crying always annoyed her. It never got better with time, she never learned to love him like people had claimed when she started expressing her contempt for him. She would sometimes give him small bits of attention, then she would get a wicked smile on her face as he cried when she stopped paying attention to him for seemingly no reason. Always making him feel like he was responsible for the sudden lack of attention.

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His younger years in school is also something he will lie about if asked. (I'm ignoring college because uh, I have no idea what to write for that 😭)

"I vas great, top of my classes, Natürlich. Ich war sehr beliebt."

(Of course. I was very popular)

When he was younger, he was top of his classes. He always excelled at whatever class he was put in, his favorites being science, he obviously loved medical textbooks, along with zoology textbooks, always had one of the other, he'd spend lunches just reading from his books, or hiding in the library, trying to learn everything he could about both. In a way you could say he was popular, but not in the good way. He always had his books on hand, always had the best grades, was always the teachers favorite student, and the other kids hated that. He took his fair share of beatings while he was in school.

————————————————————Medic had never thought about dying, sure he watched patients die, and he knew deep down his mother had died at some point, (He never heard from her after he left his home town, despite his attempts to contact her) but he never thought about the concept of him dying. It hit him like a ton of bricks when he had his first panic attack, and it clicked in his head that he just didn't want to be alive. He couldn't tell you why the switch flipped in his head that made him reach that low, but it did, and it was awful. He almost went insane, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything besides sit in his room and feel years of emotions just hit him out of nowhere. He thought he would die, he wanted to die, dying would be preferable to whatever this was. In the midst of his panic attack, something hit his window with a loud thump. (Aren't I so clever for this transition? lmao 😭)

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The day Medic and Archimedes met continues to be one of the best days of his life. A bird had hit his window, pulling him out of whatever spiral he was currently having. Medic just looked at the window for a minute, content to just assume the bird flew off after being dazed a bit. When he heard tiny coos and chirps outside. He pushed it open and saw a little dove huddled in a corner, cooing sadly, shaking as it tried to move its wing but chirping painfully when he moved his wing. Medic put his hand out and tried to scoop up the bird, and the bird ended up attacking his hand. Medic pulled his hand back, a tad shocked, but then tried again. The bird slowly eased up to him once he understood Medic wasn't going to hurt him. Medic took him inside and checked him out. His wing was broken, and it was nothing Medic couldn't fix. He fixed up the birds wing, then decided to get some things to keep the bird comfortable while he recovered. He ended up spoiling him without realizing it. He went to go buy a bird cage and ended up buying the nicest one, the best bird food, and even toys 😭 He came back and set it up all nice for the bird. They bonded pretty quickly after that. However, time passed, and Medic found himself growing attached to the little bird, even naming him, which he knew was a mistake the moment he did so. He knew it was a bad idea, and he did it anyway. After about a month of them living together, Archimedes wing was functional again, Medic enjoyed watching him fly from his cage to the door to great him when he came home from wherever he had gone. But after the third or fourth time, Archimedes greeted him at the door. He knew he was well enough to go back out into the world. That evening, before sunset, Medic opened his window and put Archimedes on the ledge, prompting him to fly off, totally not on the verge of tears, about to experience the worst pain of his life or anything. Archimedes just tilted his head, confused, turned around, and nestled up to Medics arm that he had been propping himself on. Audible sobbing could be heard from his house that night. Medic would later find a way to keep Archimedes to live forever with him, making sure that Archimedes was spoiled to death, and was told each day the value Medic put on their friendship.

"Wir werden für immer zusammen sein, mein Freund, das verspreche ich!"

"Coo"

(It'll be us forever my friend, I promise.)

(I'm counting on it)

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Ough, im a sucker for a happy ending 😭or for some reason, I feel like this is super embarrassing, but I' going to ignore that feeling. Sorry for the angst dump, but it had to be done, and I'm sorry it's not very long! I hope you guys like this! Uh, a mini headcanons, then another Medic post, and then some new headcanons are in the works! There is so much Medic content, but I'm not complaining 💖

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #tf2 archimedes

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abarbaricyalp · 1 year ago

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Hi! Not sure how it works, but for the Whumptober event: #15 for SamBucky?

Oh it is so embarrassing to be answering this so late. I have literally been working on it (off and on) since October. It never strayed from the top of my WIP pile. I just...gestures vaguely Thank you so much for sending in a prompt and I'm so sorry to have taken so long. I do love a good "Leave me alone, I'm fine" whump. I went with "Makeshift bandages" but I'm sure you can find "suppressed suffering" and "I'm fine" if you squint.

Putting Bandages Where Stitches Should Be

CW: Injury, violence, blood, etc

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Steve was right again. Sam hated it when Steve was right. It was making an indisputably bad day even worse.

"Don't go out today," Steve had said, all puppy-dogged eyes that morning. "I've got a bad feeling."

Him and his bad feelings. He called it a soldier's intuition and Sam called it a soldier's paranoia. But, dammit, he was usually right. That couldn’t be a byproduct of the serum, could it?

But it was a beautiful fall day and they needed groceries something fierce, so Sam had rolled his eyes and called him paranoid and headed out.

It had been fine for several hours, Sam wanted it noted. Just a normal day of errands. Hell, no one had even recognized him. He even tried a new coffee drink.

With a hysterical kind of laugh, Sam realized he hadn’t even made it to the grocery store yet. Probably a good thing since the car was now languishing in a parking lot somewhere and it was only going to get warmer as the day went on. What time was it, he wondered. Had Steve realized something was wrong yet? That paranoid intuition would be real handy right about then.

Sam leaned back against the dingy wall and tried not to think about how badly he was sweating against it. It was going to start mildewing. He still couldn’t figure out where these guys came from. The parking lot had been almost completely empty. There’d been no one else near him. One second, he was loading up a bag of new blankets into the back of the car, and the next someone was hitting him upside the head and dragging him away.

He knew they had to be trained at least a little. They were quiet and fierce. Nothing that Sam couldn’t normally hand, but there had been no fighting through the early wound to his head. Actually, it was still pulsing, each heartbeat a new throb of bruise-ache against his skull. The longer he sat here, the further the ache traveled, reaching for his temples, his ears, his eyes.

He closed his eyes, as if that would stave off anything at all, and listened to the ambient noise of whatever not-so-safe house he was being held in. He’d seen neither hide nor hair of his attackers since they’d thrown him into the small room. He assumed it was an apartment and this was some bedroom or office. It was clean, the carpet was almost soft. There were worse places, he thought. And with it being carpet, maybe they weren’t looking to make him bleed. That’d be nice.

He knew other people were around. He could hear them pacing around the other side of the door. His head hurt too much to concentrate on what they were saying. They were speaking German, which he didn’t speak, but it gave him a good feel that this was probably Hydra. It made the apartment even more confusing. What would Hydra want with Sam that involved just keeping him thrown in an empty office?

There was a cacophony outside then, snarling and the sounds of blows landing on bodies, bodies falling to the floor.

“Ich habe es dir gesagt!” he heard someone shout. “Er ist der Winter Soldier!”

Someone was shitting Sam. Instantly, all of the minor irritation of the day flooded over the actual concern of having been kidnapped by neo-Nazi assholes. If he’d said ‘this day can’t get worse’ this is the exact outcome that would have made it worse. He’d take bleeding over this.

There was more fighting and then the door was wrenched open and a very bloodied and bruised Winter Soldier was kicked into the room, landing hard on his face and wrist beside Sam.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sam said, just to get it out there.

Barnes turned over onto his back, keeping his hurt wrist against his chest. He looked up at Sam, scowled through the blood on his face, managed to glare while both eyes were almost swelled shut. “I ain’t thrilled to see you neither, birdbrain,” he coughed. He turned back onto his side to spit out a glob of blood that landed on the knee of Sam’s jeans.

“Asshole,” Sam snapped and tried to clean it off, even though it was already a lost battle. “I take it you fought back,” Sam guessed.

“I take it you did not,” Bucky shot back and it felt more like an insult than an actual insult would have.

Sam scowled at him. It had been months since they’d seen each other. Sam couldn’t even say what city or even country it was that he’d caught up to Barnes in. It hadn’t been a long meeting. More or less just enough time for them to grapple and exchange a few threats before Barnes shook Sam’s tail again. At first, Sam took it as a personal failing that he kept losing Barnes. He was too ashamed to admit to Steve that he’d caught up with the reanimated best friend but let him slip away. Then, as time went on and Sam caught him more often, he placed all of the blame fully on Barnes. There were times, he knew, when Barnes let him catch up. These happened only often enough to keep Sam in the cat-and-mouse game. There were times, he also knew, when Barnes fully didn’t expect Sam to have found him. Two months ago was one of those times. Barnes had seemed healthy and adjusted. He had his own place and there was fresh bread on the table. Small miracles.

That did not explain why Barnes was in New York or anywhere near it in order to get the shit beat out of him by Hydra goons and dragged into whatever this was.

Barnes shoved himself up by the elbows and spit more blood out. So much for keeping the carpet clean. “So what the fuck did you do to land us here?”

“This is not an ‘us’ situation,” Sam objected with a snort. “What did you do to land you here?”

“Fuck all,” Barnes answered. He leaned against the wall next to Sam, tilted his head back to avoid gushing more blood from his nose. Sam had seen him hurt before, but he’d never been around for the fall out like this. He was like some stray dog, sleeping off the worst of it and trying to lick clean all of the rest. “You told me it was an emergency.”

Sam looked away from a smear of blood on Bucky’s neck to frown at him directly. “I did not reach out to you. And what kind of emergency could possibly make you come all the way back to America?”

Bucky’s head lolled over to him. A muscle worked in his jaw and down his neck as those obnoxious eyes scanned over Sam’s face. “You said Steve was hurt. Bad.”

“I didn’t. He’s not. That’s all it would’ve taken to get you back here?” he asked, just a little offended that he’d been traipsing around the world and digging huge chunks into his sleep deficit when there was a magic code to bring Bucky back on his own. And all it would take was Steve landing himself in a hospital again.

Bucky half waved him off, turned his head away again. “Someone must’ve really wanted me here.”

“I cannot fathom why.”

They sat in stony silence for too long. Sam much preferred being alone, he decided. At least then silence was just silence and not this crackling energy between them. Barnes broke the silence by coughing wetly again and spitting out more blood and tissue.

“Christ alive,” Sam sighed. “What’s going on with you?” He reached out without any fanfare to hold Bucky’s face and examine the injuries there. There’d been no time for any of them to heal, not that Sam would’ve been able to tell through the blood. “Hold still,” he ordered and reached for the hidden knife in Bucky’s bootheel that he knew was there.

“How?” Bucky asked. Sam was surprised to only find curiosity in his voice and not anger.

“I’ve seen you take it out before. Just had to hope it wasn’t something Hydra taught you and knew to look for.”

“Nah, that one’s all Brooklyn,” he said with a tired sigh. “Well, kind of. I adapted it.”

Sam rolled his eyes. The old-timey Brooklyn posturing was the same whether it was Steve or Barnes, evidently. He cut the sleeve off of his shirt and used it to begin cleaning away some of the blood on Bucky’s face. It was slow going without water, but Barnes was remarkably quiet during the entire thing. He let Sam work without fussing. His eyes remained focused and sharp, bright even in the dim room. He was more enjoyable when his eyes looked like this, instead of the dead shark stare he got in the middle of a fight.

Not that Sam was going to admit Barnes was ever enjoyable to be around.

“What do you think this is about?” Sam asked to distract Bucky from the fact that he was about to set his nose back.

“Clearly they wanted the both of us–Fuck you, Wilson!” Bucky shouted and shoved Sam hard enough that Sam actually rocked back and lost his balance, sprawled across the floor. Sam subtly rolled out his shoulder–it was definitely going to bruise–before he sat up again and glared.

“I didn’t think you wanted the rugged crooked nose look,” he defended without any real belief in the words. He was actually kind of worried about what the serum would do to a persistently crooked nose.

Bucky rubbed from the bridge of his nose into the soft, squishy bruises around his eyes. Already, impossibly, the color was draining from the outer edges of the bruises. Sam hated him for it.

“Clearly they wanted both of us,” Sam agreed and rolled his shoulder again. “But…they don’t seem keen on cutting off fingers.”

“Not yet,” Bucky grunted.

“They gotta know we won’t talk. You won’t talk. Don’t you think it’s kind of playing with fire to bring you here? I mean, you’re not even drugged.”

As if his words were a reminder, Bucky eyed the door. Sam knew he could take it out of the wall if he wanted too. He also knew that whoever these assholes were, they had enough manpower to bring Bucky in bloodied and rough. He figured Bucky was doing similar calculations in his mind.

“Why us?” Sam prompted again.

“Steve,” Bucky grunted. He leaned back against the wall and drew his knees up to his chest. “They wouldn’t bother to hunt me down, wouldn’t take that risk, for anything else. They probably think if they have both of us, they have twice as much leverage.”

“Maybe they couldn’t decide which one he was more likely to come for,” Sam suggested, only a little sarcastically.

“That man would rend the Earth apart for you,” Bucky said as simply as he would talk about the weather.

Sam tried not to blow over again. Bucky believed that. He wasn’t just saying it to be a shit. “Have you been watching us?” he asked, instead of asking for a thesis on why Bucky thought that so assuredly.

Bucky cut him a look. It was dampened by the bruises. “I had to keep making sure neither of you had gotten yourselves killed yet.”

“Yeah, you’re a real shining example of how to do it right. Show back up on American soil for two minutes and instantly get captured,” Sam snarked back. He needed to put some distance between his current situation and the fact that Barnes thought Steve would ‘rend the Earth apart’ for him. “Come here and let me look at that wrist.”

“Is this how you were with the pararescue?”

“Good at my job? Yes.”

“So damn pushy,” Barnes corrected. But he shifted how he was sitting so they were almost knee to knee and then held out his arm. “It’ll heal on its own,” he said. “I’ve had worse.”

“Or I can just wrap it and you don’t have to worry about rebreaking it later. Do you know how many carpal bones there are? You keep fucking them up, or the tendons attached to them, and you’re gonna be in a world of hurt for longer than you need to be.”

“There are eight,” Barnes said, just to be difficult. “Should I name them all for you too?”

Sam took half a second to glare at him before returning his attention to Bucky’s wrist. Barnes was long fingered, which was something Sam knew logically. He’d seen him handle weaponry. Seen him fight. Still, it was different when those fingers were laid out across his forearm, a little swollen, a little curled in, but still so damn pretty. Sam had never met someone with pretty hands before. He’d expected Bucky’s hands to be gnarled and scarred from a lifetime of fighting and training and abuse, but they just weren’t. The serum helped, he assumed. He wondered what they had looked like on the man from all of Steve’s stories. Had they looked like this, even working on the docks all day and boxing his way through the nights?

Everyone Sam knew who’d ever worked around boats had hands that were rope-burned and muscled and suntanned. He’d half expected Bucky’s to be similar. Instead, his hands were…not soft, exactly. But clean and smooth.

He pushed his thumbs into Bucky’s wrist, dragging them down his metacarpals. Barnes hissed in a breath and his eyes darted away from Sam’s ministrations. Sam returned his thumbs to Bucky’s wrist and then pushed down into his ulna and radius. He didn’t react as strongly to that, so Sam focused on the carpals that were up high in his wrist. (Down low? He could never remember how to orient the body)

“Where does it hurt?” he asked, probing for the misaligned bone but coming up empty.

“Everywhere,” Barnes ground out. “It fucking hurts everywhere.” But he didn’t yank his hand away, so Sam kept at it. Finally, finally, something snapped as Sam pushed his thumbs down into Bucky’s wrist for an umpteenth time. Bucky swore colorfully and snatched his hand back at that, rubbing his own fingers over his wrist while new curses came out.

“Let me wrap it a little,” Sam offered, holding his hand out again.

Bucky looked at him like he bit. Sam had read all the notes about the Winter Soldier. How medical treatment was administered. When the Soldier cooperated and when he didn’t. The Soldier could handle inordinate amounts of pain. Bucky Barnes, it seemed, did not feel like keeping the habit alive.

“It’ll be fine without a sling,” he insisted. “It already feels better.” And then, from between his teeth, he added, “Thank you.”

He was still bloodied, hair matted all to hell. He looked like some kind of wild man. Actually, he kind of looked how Sam expected to find him at the beginning of the Great Barnes Search and Rescue Mission. He came forward again, beginning to wipe at Bucky’s face one more time.

“You’re disgusting to look at,” he defended when Bucky tacked a lazy glare on him.

“Just admit you wanna touch my face, Wilson,” Bucky shot back.

Sam accidentally reopened a wound, so he tore off a piece from his demolished sleeve and stuck it to the gash like toilet paper on a shaving knick.

“You’re so dumb,” Bucky sighed as his eyes closed. Then he pitched right into Sam, almost completely boneless.

“Barnes?” Sam barked as he fought to get his hands under Bucky’s body enough to lift him again. “Do not fucking pass out,” he ordered, possibly irrelevantly. “Barnes,” he snapped again, and gently smacked the better, less bruised side of his face. “You didn’t say you were concussed. You didn’t say you had more injuries.” He yanked up Bucky’s shirt, prodding his belly and ribs for any signs of internal bleeding, but came up short. Just a bunch of outside bruises, maybe a crack in his ribs. He wrenched open Bucky’s mouth to check for signs he’d been coughing blood, but didn’t find any of that either. He was just about to shove his fingers down Bucky’s throat to look for a blood clot when his eyes fluttered open again.

He took a few seconds to recognize his surroundings–distressingly still and relaxed about waking up in a room he didn’t know–and then he reached up for Sam’s wrist and pulled his hand away. “Why were your fingers in my mouth?”

Sam rolled his eyes while he waited for his heart to stop thundering in his chest. Just his luck. Find the prodigal best friend and watch him die before Sam could drop him at Steve’s feet. “You basically begged for me to,” he scoffed. “Sam, please, you’ve just got such good fingers. I need them in my mouth.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, then grimaced. So it probably was some kind of concussion. At least Sam didn’t have to worry about blood clots. “What’s happened? How long was I out?”

“Nothing. A few seconds,” Sam answered. “Don’t do that again.”

Bucky saluted from halfway up his chest. “Whatever, man. I’m just tired.”

“I don’t care what you are. Keep your eyes open.”

The door opened then and a tall man, dressed like a movie villain with tall dark boots and a long dark coat, walked into the room. He had Sam’s phone in his hand and it was trilling with a waiting phone call.

“You don’t keep a passcode on your phone?” Bucky asked drily.

“Of course I fucking do,” Sam snapped back.

“Gentlemen, please,” the man said with a stifled German accent.

Steve picked up just before it would’ve gone to voicemail. “Sam, hey, I was about to send out a rescue party.”

Bucky looked at Sam pointedly, which Sam ignored. It was just a joke. He hadn’t been gone that long. Probably.

“Mr. Rogers,” the man in the coat greeted. Sam could practically feel Steve go still on the other side of the call. “I seem to have acquired not only your friend’s cell phone, but him as a whole person. And he came along with another friend.”

He snapped a photo of Sam and Bucky. Bucky barely flinched at the flash, but a few seconds later, he was still blinking and shaking his head, like the light was still in his eyes. The bad guy du jour tapped around on Sam’s phone and Sam heard it buzz in on Steve’s end.

Steve was quiet, contemplative for a few seconds. Then he said, “You have Sam and Bucky?”

“Yeeesss,” the man agreed with a lilting exaggeration. “I didn’t know they came as a pair.”

“They don’t, usually. But now that you do have both, good luck.”

And then the little shit hung up the phone. Even the asshole German guy stared at the screen in disbelief. Another man appeared in the hallway. He cast a nervous glance towards Bucky, whose eyes were shut again, before redirecting his attention to his boss.

“What’d he say?” the man asked. He was fully American. Jersey, maybe.

“Bad connection,” the other man ground out before stalking down the hallway. The second man hurried to keep up. The door remained open.

Sam nudged Bucky’s ribs. “Stop it,” Bucky grumbled without opening his eyes.

“If you pass out again, I’m not waking you up this time,” Sam lied. “What did Steve mean?”

“I think he meant we can handle ourselves. I just need to…” He grimaced. “I just need to rest my eyes for a little while. Then I’ll be good to go.”

“The door is open now,” Sam pointed out under his breath. “Come on, you don’t have some kind of super hearing where you can fight with your eyes closed?”

Bucky raised one eyebrow in consideration. It stressed a gash across his brow. “I can fight in the dark,” he agreed.

“I’ll keep anyone from hitting you in the face again,” Sam promised. “But we have to go now.”

Bucky squeezed his eyes open and leveled a calculating glare on Sam before he nodded. “Alright,” he agreed, which felt like a miracle in and of itself. He pushed himself to his feet and then leaned back against the wall as he pressed the heels of his hands over his browbones.

Sam stood as well and put a hand to Bucky’s elbow. In all their brief encounters, they didn’t get much time to touch each other, unless they were brawling over nothing but ego. Bucky was actually…kind of soft beneath Sam’s fingers. And warm. He was certainly not the sharp edged, battle ready soldier Sam kept finding. He felt real and alive. And he was still trying to blink his eyes open.

Sam curled his fingers tighter around Bucky’s elbow and pulled him out into the hallway. He scanned the unit for any sunlight that he could use to orient himself. Without speaking, Bucky pulled him to the stairs. They made it most of the way down before the wall of the stairs gave way to an open railing and they were spotted by more assholes in black.

“Y’all coordinate these outfits beforehand or y’all keep changes of clothes here?” Sam asked before he threw Bucky into the crowd of assholes.

He tried to keep his promise about keeping punches away from Bucky’s face. They landed damn near everywhere else. Sam had underestimated how many people there were–numbers growing from three to five to nine until he lost count. Bucky was holding his own, putting men down two-to-one to Sam, climbing to three-to-one. Sam tried to catch glimpses of the rest of the house. There was a wall of windows, covered in curtains and pasted over with film or paper. The rest of the room looked like a dining room or something. Behind them was nothing but more room and dark walls.

“Find the front door,” Bucky snapped when Sam’s eyes went to the window again. He smashed someone’s head down on the banister with enough force to crack either bone or wood. “I’m not jumping through glass.”

Sam rolled his eyes and then ducked away from a Goddamn hammer. He wrestled it away from the man wielding it, then threw it at the window to shatter it open. “There you go. No need to jump,” he said breathlessly. He turned just in time to catch someone around the waist and throw them into the wall before they could get the drop on Bucky, who was, if Sam had to guess, wrenching someone’s arm out of socket.

Bucky got a gun from somewhere and made fast work of everyone else in the room, but not before the guy who Sam had thrown into the wall smashed Sam’s head into it in retaliation. On the opposite side from the open wound Sam was already contending with, of course. Why shouldn’t the bruises match?

“You’re bleeding,” Bucky said, cutting through the ringing, violent silence that had fallen over the house. He wiped away the blood that was pouring over his own eye, completely oblivious to the irony. “Jesus, you’re bleeding a lot. What happened?”

Sam stared at him a little dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now?”

Bucky tsked away his bitching, yanking Sam over to examine his forehead like a collector looking at diamonds. “Gross,” he decided and then ripped the collar of his shirt off like it was nothing, along with a chunk of the bottom of it. “Don’t move,” he ordered as he folded the fabric over on itself a few times and then pressed it tightly over the wound on Sam’s head. He used the collar of his shirt to tie the fabric down.

His fingers were absurdly gentle as he worked. The warmth that had radiated off of his body was gone now, fingers cool against the bruise-hot burn of Sam’s skin. Sam didn’t realize his eyes had fallen shut until Bucky gently touched his other cheek and tilted his face down just a little. “Don’t die,” he said.

Sam didn’t have the energy to glare at him. “Pot, kettle,” he managed to say. He pulled Bucky’s hand away from his face and looked around the room. “You know this wasn’t everyone.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got the rest handled,” he promised and held up a grenade.

“What the fuck?” Sam asked, staring at it like he’d never seen one before. “Why did someone just have that on them?”

Bucky shrugged. “It’s not even a good one,” he said disappointedly. “There probably isn’t anyone else here, but at least no one will be able to come back,” he offered. He crossed to the window and removed the remaining glass with his metal arm, still looking at it like it was personally offending him.

They helped each other through the window with the unspoken agreement not to mention it again after this. Both of them had enough blood dripping in their eyes and rattled brains to warrant it just this once.

“You handled yourself pretty well without your wings,” Bucky offered as they walked away from the house. “How big do you suppose that window is?”

“I was trained before I had the wings,” Sam pointed out sharply. He glanced over his shoulder to reassess the broken window. “Four by six, you think?”

“Sure, the whole thing, but what about the cleared part?”

“Two by three? Four?”

Bucky regarded the grenade in his hand and the distance between them and the house. “I can do that,” he decided.

They walked a few meters more before he turned fully, pulled the pin of the grenade, and then threw it with an accuracy that would have more Cy Young winners seething with jealousy. Not to mention the distance and force of it too.

A few seconds later, the house exploded. Bucky was right. It wasn’t a very good grenade.

Sam looked around the wooded area they were in, a marginal field around them before the trees started up again, which was probably best because of the fire now. “So, where the fuck are we?” he asked.

“And how the fuck do we get home?” Bucky finished with a ridiculous perturbed set to his lips.

“Ah, shit, that asshole still had my phone,” Sam groaned when the patting of his pants came up empty. He knew Steve’s number by heart, but he didn’t imagine Bucky had his phone on him either.

“We could go see where he went,” Bucky suggested. “That explosion was not cool enough to take out any of the cars.”

“Neither one of us is in any condition to go track someone down.”

“Could be fun.”

Bucky was already looking at him when Sam glanced over to see if he was being serious. “You wanna try to live out the last third of an action movie?”

“Second third at best,” Bucky scoffed with a wave. “Lots more adventures ahead of us. The Winter Soldier and the Falcon has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“It would absolutely be The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Captain Good-Looking and The Grouchy Soldier. Angel and Asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky interrupted, reaching for Sam’s hand. For just a second, Sam’s heart may have stuttered in his chest. But all Bucky was doing was unwinding the bandage Sam had put around his wrist earlier so that he could patch up the sluggishly bleeding gashes on Sam’s knuckles now. “Come on, Pilot Hyperbole. We’re losing daylight.”

“The Falcon and the Hound Dog,” Sam added, following Bucky as they skirted the smoldering building to find a car.

They drove away into an easing sunset.

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freebooter4ever · 5 months ago

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i talked with jilly bean for as long as her kids would let her today, and she's been trying to undo the guilt i feel over grandma telling me i should just choose to not be sick and stop seeing doctors. anyway i was describibg the 'elemental' diet to jillian and she said she would fly down to LA to work here remotely and take care of me for the two weeks it takes to kill off the bacteria if i end up having to do that (i still have two rounds of back to back antibiotics to try first). so that might be my early november right there.

but as i was crying a little over how during the bad hours i cant do anything like read or even watch tv because its hard for my brain to follow, she was asking if there is anything i do that even is remotely comforting or distracting. and i was like LOL. well. and admitted that ive been scrolling through old hockey gifs and pictures and i was like this is evgeni and sent her the video:

Ok so some backstory jilly bean and i grew up together, both of us living in the same little neighborhood for 18 years. And our high school football team was like...state champions the entire time i think ( i say think because the only time i realized i should have the 'high school experience' and actually go to games was as a senior ) ( we definitely won state that year lol ). Except like... Our graduating class was some of the first championship years so the football field was more rudimentary and only the popular kids and band members and families could get seats on the bleachers (the yellow arrow):

The entire bit circled in blue did not exist in my day lol. anyway my point is if you were kind of a weirdo and didnt have friends to give you seats you just ended up wandering around the track (the bit i colored purple). I never paid much attention to the actual football game i was just there to support jillian who desperately wanted to feel like a normal teenager. She was the sports fan, i was the nerd who forced her to watch lord of the rings.

Jillian would make up dances while we walked back and forth on the endline to stay warm. We were not cheerleaders by any stretch of the imagination - this is washington state in the fall and winter, back then 90% of the time it was raining, we were bundled up in jeans and sweatshirts. But my favorite of her 'cheers' was the 'ewok dance' which consisted of humming star wars music and a lot of less flexible leg lifts. Watching geno's uncoordinated jumping around and waving the towel took both jillian and i back about twenty years i think, lol.

ANYWAY my point is she approves:

🤣🤣🤣

See turnabout is fairplay though because even longer ago when we were extremely awkward preteens in middle school, while i was transitioning from my historical pirates phase to my elves phase, jillian was becoming increasingly obsessed with baseball. It wouldnt be until POTC was released that finally our interests collided and we both decided pirates were the coolest. In the meantime, 12 year old jillian went online searching for a brett bo*one desktop background for her family's computer. This story could end really inappropriately because 90s internet but instead jillian just happened to find a relatively tame photo edit that stuck boone's head on top of an extremely musclar angel with feathered wings and wearing nothing but a diaper. I mean you think sports fans are creative now...thats nothing compared to early 90s geocities. She made this 'boonie angel' her family's computer background much to the amusement of her computer scientist father.

'boonie angel' quickly became an inside joke. At one point jillian ended up with a lifesize sticky cut out on the wall of her room of actual boone hitting a home run. And the only reason i ever went to seattle baseball games was to support jillian's ridiculous crush (our other friend nuri only came for the stadium sushi which was all the rage during the ich*iro era). And i would randomly gift jillian with cards depicting the signature stick figure 'boonie angel' like this guy enjoying the rose garden yesterday (note the diaper, that was important for his modesty):

Keep in mind boonie angel was like...a thirty year old man. Nothing about this made sense, to this day i have no idea why jillian latched so hard onto this player. But back then preteen me was crushing hard on fictional elves who were immortal thousands of years old so i couldnt exactly judge (my favorite was kyrtian from elvenborn who was this reclusive military genius with a heart of gold who tried to hide behind a veneer of 'madness' to avoid the evil elves and was suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the rich and powerful elves realized they could exploit kyrtian's academic talent)(he was so much more complex and interesting than legolas and also he shared my daddy issues).

So what im sayin is i enabled her ridiculousness, and i should have known she'd be more than willing to enable mine lmaooooo.

ok but now im wondering what geno would look like as an angel with a diaper....

#What im also saying is that my coping mechanisms for life havent grown since age 12 #Jrnlsht

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korealog · 7 months ago

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(1) Like a Daydream (ENG/DE) — Friday, 26.07.24

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Wow, if you haven't written a blog entry for a few days, you immediately realise how much you have to keep up to date in order to write everything as well as possible. So let's move on to my Friday. I had arranged to meet a friend in Itaewon (a district of Seoul) at 2.30 pm. To avoid wasting my time until then, I had decided to explore the N-Seoul Tower (or Namsan Tower). It was actually more tiring than I thought, but I really wanted to walk & not take the cable car. Just before I reached the top, it started pouring with rain. But that didn't deter me from my plan. On the contrary, the rain was a great way to cool off during my walk to the top. I then treated myself to an iced coffee and enjoyed the marvellous view. As quickly as the rain had come, it was gone again & I was able to continue my tour. Up here on the Namsan (that's the name of the mountain) you can find countless love locks or locks from people all around the world. I also hung my lock up here. Afterwards, I strolled along the platforms for quite a while. The view was breathtakingly beautiful & I fell a little more in love with this country. After enjoying the view, it was already time to make my way back to Itaewon. Even the way down was enough of a sight. Flowers, bushes and trees everywhere, providing shade in the heat. Once I arrived at the bottom, I took the bus & then walked a short distance. Most of the houses in Itaewon are a bit older, there are hardly any high-rise buildings here, just tiny alleyways and the charm of Korea. Before I met up with Yonghwa, I stopped off at a small café for a strawberry latte. We then set off together at 2.30 pm. By chance, we ended up in one of the more hidden cafés. A little dog greeted us at the entrance and the interior was super cosy, with fairy lights and plants, as well as a screen playing music videos. We must have spent almost 3 hours here & talked about lots of things. As we are both rather introverted people, there were also moments of silence, but that was also completely okay. At some point it got a bit cold because of the air conditioning and we headed off to get something to eat. Yonghwa showed me some meat (actually offal) that day. Sounds daunting at first, but I tried it & most of it was actually really tasty! At around 8.30pm we went in search of a small bar to have a drink. We found what we were looking for in the far corner of a house entrance. The bar was super small, but very nice. They picked up on the sea theme everywhere & you almost felt like you were in an aquarium. At around 23:00 we slowly but surely made our way towards the metro & said our goodbyes! When I got home, I just freshened up and fell into bed. I also didn't want to get up quite so late on Saturday to get everything done that I had planned.

To be continued...

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Wow, hat man mal ein paar Tage keinen Blogeintrag geschrieben, merkt man direkt wie sehr man doch hinterher sein muss, um alles so gut es geht wiederzugeben. Kommen wir also zu meinem Freitag. 14:30 Uhr hatte ich mich mit einer Freundin in Itaewon (einem Stadtteil von Seoul) verabredet. Um bis dahin nicht sinnlos meine Zeit zu vergeuden, hatte ich beschlossen den N-Seoul Tower (oder auch Namsan Tower) zu erkunden. Das war tatsächlich anstrengender als gedacht, aber ich wollte unbedingt laufen & nicht die Seilbahn nehmen. Kurz bevor ich oben angekommen war, fing es an wie aus Eimern zu schütten. Das hat mich aber nicht von meinem Plan abbringen lassen. Im Gegenteil, der Regen war eine gute Abkühlung während meiner Tour nach oben. Ich habe mir dann erstmal einen Eiskaffee gegönnt & die traumhafte Aussicht genossen. So schnell wie der Regen gekommen war, war er auch wieder weg & ich konnte meine Tour fortsetzen. Hier oben auf dem Namsan (so heißt der Berg) findet man unzählige Liebesschlösser oder Schlösser von Menschen von überall her. Auch ich habe mein Schloss hier oben aufgehängt. Danach bin ich eine ganze Weile auf den Plattformen entlang geschlendert. Die Aussicht war atemberaubend schön & ich habe wieder ein Stück mehr in dieses Land verliebt. Nachdem ich die Aussicht genossen hatte, wurde es auch schon wieder Zeit mich auf den Weg Richtung Itaewon zu machen. Selbst der Weg nach unten, war schon Sehenswürdigkeit genug. Überall Blumen, Sträucher & Bäume, die einem bei der Hitze Schatten spenden. Unten angekommen habe ich den Bus genommen & bin dann noch ein kleines Stück gelaufen. In Itaewon sind die meisten Häuser etwas älter, hier findet man kaum Hochhäuser, sondern kleinste Gassen und den Charme von Korea. Bevor ich mich mit Yonghwa getroffen hatte, bin nochmal in ein kleines Cafe abgebogen um dort einen Erdbeer-Latte zu trinken. Ab 14:30 Uhr sind wir dann gemeinsam losgezogen. Durch Zufall sind wir in einem der versteckteren Cafés gelandet. Ein kleiner Hund hat uns am Eingang begrüßt und der Innenraum war super gemütlich gestaltet, mit Lichterketten & Pflanzen, sowie eine Leinwand, an der Musikvideos abgespielt wurden. Hier haben wir bestimmt fast 3 Stunden verbracht & uns über vieles unterhalten. Da wir beide eher introvertierte Menschen sind, gab es auch mal Momente der Stille, aber auch das war völlig okay. Irgendwann wurde uns dann doch etwas kalt wegen der Klimaanlage & wir haben uns auf den Weg gemacht um etwas zu essen. Yonghwa hat mir an dem Tag Fleisch (tatsächlich Innereien) gezeigt. Klingt erstmal abschreckend, aber ich habe es probiert & das meiste war tatsächlich echt lecker! Gegen 20:30 Uhr haben wir uns dann noch auf die Suche nach einer kleinen Bar gemacht, um noch etwas zu trinken. In einem Hauseingang, in der hintersten Ecke, sind wir dann fündig geworden. Die Bar war super klein, aber sehr schön. Überall haben sie das Thema Meer aufgegriffen & man hat sich fast wie in einem Aquarium gefühlt. Gegen 23:00 haben wir uns dann langsam aber sicher in Richtung Metro begeben & uns verabschiedet! Zuhause angekommen habe ich mich nur noch frisch gemacht & bin ins Bett gefallen. Außerdem wollte ich am Samstag nicht ganz so spät aufstehen um alles zu schaffen, was ich mir vorgenommen hatte.

Fortsetzung folgt…

#south korea #travel #seoul #friends #itaewon #namsan

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rabentochter · 10 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @arabesqueangel <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

239

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,654,908.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write for Frostiron (Loki/Tony Stark).

4. Top five fics by kudos

Start from Scratch, my baby. My love. My sunshine, my boobies.

Iron doesn't rust, with the lovely STARSdidathing.

Bosom Friends with the fantastic @quietlyapocalyptic

Glorious, my kinda deserted and i do think about it still, baby.

Kairos, with STARSdidathing.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Rarely. Mainly when it's a comment left on Start from Scratch. I read them all though <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Come Home, I think? I remember lots of angry yelling there tbh.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Start from Scratch, lol. I put Tony through so much and every single reader, the happy ending there is the most appreciated and most needed.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Used to get a lot. Especially about my choices where I took my stories, or funnily enough, my metaphors because apparently people do not enjoy them. Well their bad, must suck not to have any imagination. But it's part of the reason why I stopped writing lul.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! Absolutely love it. Absolutely sitting on my piles of filth that I've never posted and loving the ones I have posted :D

10. Craziest crossover?

Uh. Frostiron in the Percy Jackson Universe I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yopp. I hope someone yells at you in public once that you owe them money and that your mother tells some strangers the most embarrasing stories of you :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! It's pretty cool! I'm absolutely honoured every single time

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Haha yeah. With the lovely @arabesqueangel, @amidnight--dreary, NamelesslyNightlock, STARSdidathing <3 every single one of them been a blast.

14. All time favorite ship?

Frostiron.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Glorious. Not that I don't want to. I just don't want to anymore.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Sass, funny metaphors, rambling thoughts. Writing unneccesary thoughts about hands and hair, leading to smuts. Thinking up long and wild plots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing short things. There is an inner wolf in me, demanding that I write more and more and more and more-

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Kann man machen, find ich funny.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Twilight.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Start from Scratch, lul. Possibly also to spice things up "Pure Chaos on his Trails"

I remember writing that together with Namelessly in one afternoon because we had time and gawd, it was a blast lul. Jesus, that's been the good times omfg. I miss em haha. But, yeah, unfortunately that time's over but hell yeah, do I cherish my writing days. Maybe I actually find my muse and desire to write and post again haha.

Thank you for the tag! Everyone who wants to, please do feel tagged and go wild!

#writers game #tag game

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angelmichelangelo · 9 months ago

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brother i will devour any content of that human au

AH OKAY I HAVE MORE !!

so the purple dragons are like. preeettyyy prominent in this au. they’re just bad influence gang members. raph + casey + eventually mikey all get caught up in their, uh, escapades and it doesn’t really end well. poor mike ends up the worst out of it (sorry michael this is the curse of being the writer’s favourite)

but raph meets mona through them! and they become each others reason to be better people so. that’s cute :3

i also added yuichi to the list of side characters because who am i if not a leosagi enjoyer <33 and they’re happy… for now >:)

WOODY IS ALSO PRESENT!! we gots to have my main boy woody. he also is a good enough reason for mikey to get away from the dragons but.. but poor mike is a vulnerable kid. he’s had a tough childhood. maybe woody is sadly not enough to have him change his life around :(

donnie is just vibing. i haven’t really through it all the way through as to what his whole arc is gonna be in this fic. i know i wanna fix the whole april/casey/donnie love triangle in some way.. so yeah. maybe donnie gets the spicy arc lmao

i also love the idea of single foster father splinter. not sure where he’d actually fit into the story but he’s there. in my mind. with the rest of this fic LMAO anywho. here’s a flash forward snippet that i did the other day to kill my writers block :3

tw: mentions of drug abuse + vomit (i said this one was gonna be sadder lol)

Three am. That’s the time that his phone blinds him with when he grabs it off the end table, stopping it from skirting off the edge where it dances across the wood top as it buzzes fiercely at him.

Leo pulls himself away from Yuichi’s arm that’s lovingly and heavily slung over his waist and hits accept on the call.

“Mike,” he says, voice raspy and tired and coming out of him all slow like it often did when he was awoken so abruptly. “What’s up.”

Silence, only for a small fraction of a second, then shuffling and movement. A sniff, like he’d been crying and that gets Leo more awake in mere seconds.

“Leo,” he says, voice so small and far away sounding, like they were just kids again, scared and alone and, fuck. Leo’s heart is ramming hard against his chest. “Leo. I, uh. I need you to come get me. Please?”

Leonardo has now managed to entirely untangle himself from the loose limbs of his sleeping boyfriend beside him, slipping out of the bed to stretch the knot of muscles out of his calves and rub a knuckle into his eyes to smear away the sleep that lingered there.

“Yeah,” he says without a second thought. His alarm is set to go off in just a few hours. He has a full shift waiting for him but Mikey needs him. “Sure. Where are you?”

More shuffling. More movement. Leo wants to blink and have his little brother appear here in front of him. “I’m. Uh. I’m just leaving now. Can you meet me on 41st?”

It’s not far, and Leo can go faster knowing the streets’ll be mostly empty at this time of night. “Of course,” he tells him firmly. “Just stay there, okay? I’ll come get you.”

He hears the sound of a broken off sob and he’s cutting the call dead, spinning in a half circle to blindly search for his forgotten sweatpants on the floor when there’s the sound of Yuichi slowly waking from his side of the bed.

“Hmmm,” he says as he’s pulled from his sleep, stretching his arms out in front of him like a cat. “What’s wrong?”

Leo’s found his sweatpants, dancing about in them, one leg hopping about the room before he’s able to yank them up and pocket his phone away safely. “Mike,” he says plainly. Even in the dim room, he can make out the sad expression the other boy makes. “I’m gonna go get him. He’s– he’s in a bad way, I think, Ich.”

Yuichi makes no such fuss. He sits up, pushing back the shaggy locks of his blonde hair from his face – letting it stiffly stand up on end, he makes himself comfortable before looking at Leo with a loving gaze.

“Need me to come with?” He asks gently.

Leo shakes his head. “No. Though, I wouldn’t mind if you set the couch up for him for when we get back?” He asks.

Yuichi smiles, then gestures for Leo to come to him with little grabby hands. Leo gladly follows, pillowing his face between his warm, gentle hands.

“Love you,” he simply says, pulling him closer to press a soft kiss to his nose. Leo sighs, melting into the touch with ease.

“I know. Love you too.” He pulls away with a pout. “I won’t be long.”

And so he goes.

Leo’s old Sedan might be a heap of junk but it gets him to Mikey’s destination in good time. He pulls up, clipping the curb and bouncing the entire car with a jerk, to find his little brother perched sadly on a bench, his face wet and sunken, curls plastered damp across his face.

“Oh, Mike,” he says softly to himself as he peels himself out of the car to approach him. “What’s happened.”

Mikey almost doesn’t even notice that he’s arrived just yet, not until he’s up close in his bubble does his blank stared reserve seem to burst and his whole face crumples, reaching up for his brother like he’s five years old again.

“Hey,” Leo says with a breath, wrapping him up into his arms. He smells like booze and sweat and something else that has his gut turning in circles. He only pulls away to inspect him up close, holding his face between his palms like Yuichi had done for him, his heart sinks when he notes his brother’s blown out pupils and how pale he really was.

“M’sorry,” Mikey slurs, a mixture of intoxication and tears, bottom lip wobbling about on his face. “M’so sorry, Leo. Fo’everything.”

Leo pulls him in again, running his fingers through his matted, unkempt hair. “It’s alright. I got you now.”

Mikey’s breath shudders. He’s so small still, so lilith and… god so little. Leo is able to practically pick him up whilst he’s sandwiched up in his arms like this and guide him back to the car where it’s warmer.

They get in the car where Leo blasts the heaters on full and turns the radio down to mute.

He watches as his brother sluggishly slides his seatbelt over his chest, then wipes his nose with the back of his wrist, wetting his sleeve.

“I’ve been worried sick about you, Mike,” Leo says to him, unable to hold back the words any longer. “Weeks without any contact. I… I was thinking the worst.”

Mikey, unable to hold eye contact for longer than a brief, fleeting second, sighs, dropping his head down with shame as more tears spring hotly behind his eyes.

“I’m an idiot. I ruined my life, ruined yours and Don’s and Raph’s–” He hiccups, whole body shaking violently as a brutal sob crawls out of him. Leo’s instinct is to fly a hand out and land it on his arm to try and quell him. But he doesn’t.

He can’t. He just watches.

More silence. Aside from the sniffling and the grizzling, Leo takes a sobering, steady breath.

“What…” he loses his confidence. He clears his throat and tries again. “What did you take? Tonight?”

Mikey pinches his whole face together, like he was simply trying to just… pop himself out of existence into thin air. He scrubs a hand down his face and relaxes, eyes still closed, he tells his brother,

“I dunno. Think. Think it was somethin’ a lot stronger than I’ve taken before. S’okay. I didn’t. I didn’t shoot up. Just pills, this time.”

This was how it would go. This was how it would go for Leo’s littlest brother – his little brother that found a crutch with pills and substances rather than his own family. His little brother that had found a more solid foundation in pushing poison through his veins than his own flesh and blood.

Leo’s chest gives a little unsteady wobble. “Okay.” He says slowly. “Do…do you need a hospital?”

Mikey is quick to shake his head, his curls loose, go skirting about his forehead before he’s frantically pushing them away with the palm of his hand.

“God no,” he says in one breath. Eyes still shut, he tips his head back against the headrest and sighs. “Can. Can we just go? I don’t care where you take me.” His eyes slide back open, hazy and lost. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been staying at that hotel, the one with the flamingo on the wall. You know it?”

Leo shakes his head, swallowing thickly. “No,” he tells him. “I’ll take you home.”

Mikey blanches. Someone outside the bar gets loud and rowdy and starts singing a song with all the wrong lyrics.

“Home?” Mikey says, voice small. “What home?”

Leo swears he feels his heart dive to the long, endless bottom of his gut. “My– I’ll take you back to my place.” He tells his brother. “It’s your home, too.”

Leo has to watch the way tears well up, big and wobbly in his brother’s soft, brown eyes. Listens to the way his voice trembles when he asks.

“Will Yuichi be mad?”

Leo scoffs and then does he finally start the car, clunkily putting it into drive. “Course not. Your family, Mike. I’ve been waiting for you, remember?”

The drive is slow and long and bordering on torturous on the account of Leonardo having to sit beside his brother that continues to muffle his sobs into the palm of his hand. Eventually when they pull up to his apartment building, does it seem like the crying has subsided for now.

“Oh, shit,” Mikey says with a breath grazing past his teeth, climbing loosely out of his side of the car. He wobbles, catching himself on the door, and then laughs somewhat wetly. “Yeah. That’s— that’s hitting, now.”

Leo’s face tightens as he goes around the car, shouldering some of his brothers shaky weight, walking him up the steps like a baby deer, they finally make it inside.

Not before Mike pukes all over the welcome mat.

“Aw,” he says weakly, his entire body sagging against Leo’s now as his bottom lip trembles slightly. “I’m sorry.”

Yuichi, who seems to appear within the blink of an eye with bundles of blankets heaped up in his arms, shares a softened expression between both brothers.

“It’s alright,” he assures him, voice gentle, gesturing for him to follow him inside with a nod of his head. “Here. Come in. I’ll clean that up, you just go sit.”

Leo steers his brother around the puddle of vomit and towards the couch that is currently resembling more of a nest than it did a piece of their furniture.

Leo peels off his hoodie and unlaces his sneakers for him. Mikey hiccups, and Leo scoots away, mindful that he might just be sick on him, but untenses when he notes it’s just another little sob evading him.

Yuichi gets to work mopping the entryway and Leo tucks his brother up in his makeshift bed, flattening his unruly curls back with the palm of his hand.

“Sorry,” Mikey whispers again, eyes drooping shut. He whimpers another sad, pathetic sound, and then, finally, is he asleep

There’s the sound of running water, the squeak of the faucet turning off, and Yuichi’s bare feet padding across the small living room to meet Leo, bumping a comforting shoulder with his.

“I’ll probably stay up, keep an eye on him in here,” Leo says with one heaving breath. He runs a hand down his face, fully feeling the effects of being awake at such an hour catch up on him hotly.

Yuichi brushes his knuckles against Leo’s; a gesture so intimate and warm, it almost makes him fall asleep on the spot.

“You sure you don’t want me to?” He asks, mindful to keep his voice hushed. When Leo turns to face him, his brows are furrowed, a look of concern etched deeply across his face as they watch Leo’s sleeping brother sprawled out on the couch.

Leo hums. Knocking his knuckles with his with a small tap. “No, it’s alright,” he assures him, offering him a warm, easy smile. “You get some rest. I’ll call work in the morning. Tell them there’s been… a family emergency.” His voice goes tight as he looks again towards Mikey.

He’ll also have to call Raph in the morning also. And he could try Donnie, but he’s not so sure he’d really be up for caring all that much right now.

“Okay,” Yuichi says after a while, leaning over to press a chaste kiss across his cheek, lips lingering for just a second before he’s pulling away to stifle a yawn.

“Get some rest, Ich,” Leo says softly, nodding towards the direction of their bedroom. His boyfriend smiles warmly, and then does he go.

“Wake me if you need me,” he says before he disappears behind the door. Leo agrees and finally allows himself to slump his weight into the small, plush armchair that resides beside his brother.

He watches the steady rise and fall of his chest, coming and going, knowing that with each pump of his heart, he was shooting poison and pain through the very veins that kept him going.

Anxiety causes his gut to form like a hard knot. So he swallows the thought down, bitterly, and keeps watching the up and down motion of his brother’s chest.

Up. And down. And up. And down.

#okokok im gonna go spin about in a circle now and try and actually write this fic AH #tmnt human au #i don’t even have a name for this mf oops #tmnt fanfic #ask #fic stuff #tmnt

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manyothermusingsofmine · 2 years ago

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Concert Awakening || Drabble

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2736

Translations: Liebling - Darling Jag älskar dig - I love you Ich liebe dich auch - I love you too. Summary: Resident demisexual finds out that physical attraction is a real thing, actually. A thing she's not immune to. --------------------------------------------------

Up until today, she had never actually attended any of his concerts. Mary usually supported Klavier’s music by simply getting the albums or having some random merch that was strewn about her personal space, but when it came to the concerts she usually didn’t have time to go.

However for this concert Klavier had actually gotten her a ticket himself, while mumbling something about how he had fucked that up in the past with someone else, and Mary had decided to not ask further questions about it and just enjoy a night out. She had asked Simon and Nevada if they were interested in coming along, but they had no such interest.

Which Mary was honestly fine with; it wouldn’t be the first time she attended a rock concert by herself. Plus, it was fun to doll up for an evening like this; the darker make up, skull print t-shirt and ripped jeans being a much deeper and accurate reflection of her soul than what she wore for her job

Evening fell soon, and before she knew it she was in the concert hall, waiting for the show to start. Klavier had even been mindful enough to give her a seated place in the first ring, as close to the stage as possible, because there was no way she would ever survive the chaos that was the standing places dead in front of the stage; if only because she didn’t like the feeling of being crowded nor did she like standing long periods of time without occasionally sitting down.

As soon as the show started, it became obvious to her that Klavier enjoyed this part of his life just as much as his job as a prosecutor; the mood and good vibes immediately set for an absolute wild evening of rock music by even the opening song. At some point during the first five songs or so, Mary found her gaze particularly drawn to Klavier, while she just had been having a good time enjoying the show until then.

She had never really seen him like this before, had she? While he definitely brought a rock flair to the court room, on the stage he had free reign to look however the hell he wanted. His blonde hair was set free from the usual twist he wore it in, following his every move now that it had the freedom to do so. The tank top he wore was low cut, showing off a lot of his torso, and had the pointed G on it- that was honestly the least surprising thing about it. Leather jeans, sultry and smokey eyeshadow and burgundy lipstick completed the look, and were those fishnet arm sleeves?

Her thoughts somehow managed to drown out the music as all of these things were pointed out to her until one thought louder than the others emerged right at the forefront.

Oh my god. He’s hot.

Everything in her mind palace came to a screeching halt. It almost felt like one of her braincells had uttered something so ridiculous, that all the others could do was stop what they were doing and stare blankly in the direction of the one who had screamed that at the top of their lungs. And the response of this braincell after they had single handedly silenced the entire crowd?

Did I fucking stutter? He’s hot!

Mary had never in her life felt her core temperature rise so rapidly, the burning sensation going straight to her head and turning her pale skin a bright lobster red. And as soon as she felt that she was glad that she was there alone, actually; her friends would never let her live this one down.

She slinked off, quickly slipping away from her chair and up the stairs to get outside to the hallways for a bit, aggressively fanning herself with her hands in hopes to cool herself down while her heart was going at a mad rapid pace in her chest.

Wait. Someone was addressing her. By surname. Mary snapped out of it for a moment, not sure where this crewmate had even appeared from.

“Are you alright, miss Light?”

She vaguely remembered having seen him before; and honestly he looked like he belonged among the crew of a rock show set up. She didn’t even understand how he was wearing a leather jacket when it felt like her entire body was about to burst into flames. He had half long, fluffy dark brown hair, pushed away in some direction that it showed off the multitude of piercings in one of his ears, and his dark brown eyes kept eyeing her up to try and see if she was legitimately in some sort of distress that he needed to alert the medical staff about

“… are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I- Uh-“ she replied, a little too quickly and too sharply for her own liking, and she hated how her voice seemed to give up on her even on those four words. She kept fanning herself with her hand.

“Uh- It’s just, it’s, warm? Warm. In there, you know, uhm..?”

“… Lance,” he replied in a deadpan tone, looking at the direction she had gestured in only to realise it had been the room where the concert was held. He walked off for a moment, only to return with a water bottle.

“Here, that should help.”

“… Thanks.”

She sat down, twisting the cap of the bottle and forcing herself to take small sips despite wanting to down the entire bottle in five seconds flat. He stuck around for a bit to make sure that she was alright and not in need of more medical care than this. When her breathing slowed down and the red hue of her face seemed to burn less intensely, he decided to not outstay his welcome.

However, after Lance made his way halfway down the corridor, he remembered something, and turned back around to her.

“Oh, by the way, miss Light; after the show’s over you’ve been invited to the backstage dress room. Orders from pretty boy on stage in there,” he said with a slight smirk, that didn’t seem to fade when this news made the water go down the wrong end of her throat and send her straight into a coughing fit.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Oh, god. He wanted to see her after the show. Of course he wanted to see her after the show; they were dating. And yet, the thought of facing him while he looked like that made her stomach twist in a weird way.

… If this was the butterflies-in-stomach thing people always talked about having, then it wasn’t as fun as people made that out to be.

She somehow made it through the rest of the concert, albeit through such a blur that she probably wouldn’t be able to recall anything about it to inquiring minds. And now, with the rest of the concert goers leaving the venue and the peace returning, she found herself wandering the hallways and occasionally greeting some crewmembers that she came across.

“Come in.”

After he had responded that to her knocking on the dressing room door, she nervously opened the door and tried to pull herself together while mentally yelling at herself to get a damn grip.

Klavier was busy readjusting his chain necklace when she came in and found a comfortable looking chair to sit down into.

"So, did you enjoy the show?"

He finally managed to get his necklace to lay the way he wanted it to; and then realised that in that time he hadn’t actually gotten a reply from her. He turned around to face her dragging his hand through his hair and lightly raising an eyebrow when he saw her vacant stare into nothing. He pushed his arms back a little, placing the palms of his hands on the table behind him and leaning his weight on them in a rather casual pose.

"Mary?"

She jolted, snapping out of whatever her mind had been on. Maybe it was just the light in the dressing room, but he could swear there was a slight hint of red to her cheeks.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you enjoyed the show?"

He really had to keep in a laugh as he saw that question completely bounce off her again, unsure what she was focusing on, but whatever it was it was making it so that his words weren't coming through. It seemed like she didn't know what she was focusing on either, until her gaze turned to the side and- yeah, that was absolutely a red blush painting itself further onto her cheeks.

"Are you alright, babe?" Klavier just asked, unable to keep a slight smile off his face. This was so incredibly endearing to him.

"…. Is it hot in here or is it just you- Me! I mean me, I mean, you are- I- Augh, fuck!"

Klavier just looked at her, blinking in amused surprise as the expletive seemed to come from the depths of her soul, the blush on her cheeks rapidly overtaking other parts of her pale skin and turning about as bright as the red dye in her hair.

He thought for just a moment, looking down at the stage outfit he hadn't bothered to change out of yet… and then what she had said actually registered in his own mind, the implication of it finally clicking into place.

"Oh."

He really couldn't stop the smirk that crept up on his face, though something in the back of his mind reminded him about the meaning of the sexuality flag on her necklace and then whispered at him to be gentle about this situation. He tilted his head, watching as she was trying to hide the burning red color of her skin by hiding her face in the palms of her hands.

"…. You think I'm hot?"

"Hnnngshutup," came the muffled reply, “don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you, sweetheart, I promise.”

A deep sigh left her, and Klavier just quietly watched as she dropped her hands from her face. Mary reached to the pendant around her neck, flipping it towards herself even though that meant the colors were upside down.

“… so, now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do we have to-“

“Hey, no.”

His voice was gentle and firm as he shifted his weight away from the mirrors and long tables with seemingly millions of drawers, walking over to her as he took one of the fold up chairs along with him so he could sit down in front of her and be on the same physical level as her.

“Let me put that line down right here and now; You don’t have to do anything; least of all anything you don’t want to do, okay?”

She looked up at him, a sense of gratitude shimmering in her eyes, before she looked back down at the pendant and felt the blush on her cheeks still burn at a similar intensity. Klavier got up just enough to twist his chair the other way around, placing his arms on the back support and watching her for another moment.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he eventually said, “I can’t help you if you don’t let me know what’s going on in your mind.”

Mary let out another sigh, quietly moving the pendant in a see saw motion between her fingers, thinking about how to put what she felt the need to say. He was right; he couldn’t help her if she didn’t let him know what she was thinking about. And for as far as she was concerned.. she did need his help; and she needed him to know where she was coming from. But that didn’t make the process of opening up about it any less scary. “I’ve…” she started, biting her lower lip for a second, momentarily second guessing if she even wanted to be vulnerable in this kind of way. She looked up at him again, before turning her gaze back down to the pendant.

“I’ve never… ever… felt anything like this before,” she then admitted, holding the pendant still, “I’ve… even wondered if this.. if this was even me, you know? Like, what if I got it wrong, what if I was just straight up asexual instead of demisexual? How would I know, I’ve never… not even back when we…”

“It’s okay.”

He kept his voice soft and reassuring, scooting a bit closer with his chair so he could reach out and place a gentle hand on her knee to try and comfort her. He could only imagine that suddenly feeling a whole slew of emotions that hadn’t been there before would shake her up like this; it meant that to her those were pretty much unchartered waters she suddenly found herself in.

A calm, surprisingly pleasant silence lingered between them, as green eyes met blue ones in a quiet plea for reassurance. Klavier thought for a moment, and decided the best course of action was to give her advice at least similar to what he had wanted to hear back when he first started to put the pieces of his own identity together.

“Listen; this doesn’t change anything about who you are. Your label is up to you to decide, because you decide which one fits you comfortably. As for us… “

He took her hand into his own, lifting it up to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

“The only difference between us is pretty much an experience gap; so, we’ll do this at your pace, okay? And only when and if you want to.”

“What about- You have limits too, you know. I don’t want to be crossing your boundaries just because I don’t know where those lie.”

He gave a soft, sweet huff, honestly touched by the way she was always looking out for him.

“Don’t worry about me; I’m the one going into this with at least somewhat of a clue as to what I’m doing. More importantly is that we’ll figure this out together, when, and only if you’re ready. Okay?”

She nodded slightly, giving a quiet okay from her end as he moved his chair to sit besides her, leaning back a little. Another silence fell between them as he folded his hands behind his head, feeling that she was looking at him from the very edge of her peripheral view.

“…. I can wear this more often, if you want.”

“Yeah, just kill me while you’re at it, why don’t you,” she remarked dryly, the blush still not having drained from her face and turning back up in intensity.

“You know when I said I want at least one person to question something about their sexuality at each of my shows; the local demisexual wasn’t exactly who I had in mind,” he said in a lighter tone, laughing as she lightly elbowed him in his side.

“Oh my god, shut up,” she huffed, though a slight hint of laughter was tinting the sound of her voice.

Mary got up, lightly stretching and hearing some air pocket in a joint pop, before she felt two arms wrap around her waist as Klavier rested his chin on her shoulder; the sudden but comfortable warmth of his embrace making her heart skip a beat.

“So what do you want to do, right now?” he asked softly.

“….. I want you to kiss me, but I feel like that burgundy color of yours would end up everywhere.”

“Ach, Liebling, if this liquid lipstick can survive an entire rock concert; it can survive you.”

Mary raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on her face as that almost felt like a challenge he was daring her to accomplish. She turned around in his embrace, placing a hand on his cheek now that he was no longer leaning on her shoulder, and pretty much immediately claiming his lips in a kiss. And for what it was worth; Klavier could tell there was a heat and desire to it that he hadn’t felt from her before. He wasn’t sure who was actually left more breathless after they broke apart; her, or him.

“Jag älskar dig,” she whispered to him, wrapping her arms around him and lightly pressing her head to his chest.

“Ich liebe dich auch.”

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