#we saw him spoil her rotten and she refers to him as papa

[theredcuyo]

So, I convinced a very dear friend of mine to play ace attorney and she's almost finished raise from the ashes, she got to the part of Miles' letter just now and asked me about it

I cried, i didn't tell her why tho, but that was me thinking about JFA, which... yeah, now that i think about it, did Franziska know that her brother wasn't dead?

It's been a good while since i played that, but i don't think they ever specified if she knew

She was in for revenge for him tho

But like, if she didn't knew he was alive, that's a big f*cking yikes, lost her father and brother in less than a year?, damn (we know she at least has another older sibling and a niece, but still that's like half her family)

Just imagine that, also, can we talk about how betrayed she must've felt?, as a matter of a fact she CRIES when talking to him later and i feel like the fandom puts Phoenix's reaction over hers a lot (not to count her reaction in AAI2 too when Miles "abandons" her again)

Which yeah, i get it, Phoenix pulling a legally blonde and then being hurt is interesting, but also, like, family is also a thing? and thanks to AAI we know that they had always been close and having a sibling disappear and sort of fake their death sounds really f*cking painful

Even if she knew Miles was still alive, she saw him so hurt to do something this drastic and not only that, but almost quit being a prosecutor all together (again, very important in their bond)

No wonders she went protective and vengeful sis against Phoenix

[strawberry--bride]

Admin-san what are some kiseki and subaru headcanons? I would love to know more about their father-daughter moments ^_^

Thank you very much for this ask and showing interest in my little baby. uwu

These headcanons were written together with @subaruwu since they have a much better grasp on Subaru than I do. (I fail as a Subaru stan, I know. :'')

My headcanons (from Kiseki's POV)

1. Kiseki developed a strong connection with her father from a very young age onwards. As a newborn, she would never sleep alone in her crib and could only fall asleep when Subaru would take her into their coffin and lay her on top of his chest.

2. As a toddler, she began to adapt his behavior more and more. She even picked up on his manner of speech with her first ever word being 'fuck' (くそ). -> comic here

3. When it was time for her to enter kindergarten, she was very adamant about changing her hairstyle to imitate her dad. At first she would bump into furniture because it obscured her eyesight, but she has learnt to make it work.

4. Kiseki refers to Subaru as 'papa' (パパ). As a result, Ayato and Laito now pick on Subaru by mockingly calling him 'papa-baru'.

5. Subaru can basically do nothing wrong in Kiseki's eyes. While Sharon never holds back to call Subaru out on his flaws (of which there are many, trust me), Kiseki will always take his side.

6. When they had to talk about what they would like to become in the future as part of one of her kindergarten classes, she answered 'I want to become papa's bride' without hesitation. Sharon would like to object.

7. Another time they had to talk about their heroes/the person they look up to and Kiseki prepared a whole 20-minute speech on all of the things which make her papa the best one in the whole wide world.

8. The other kids at her kindergarten and even the teacher are honestly horrified of Subaru. He came to pick her up once and saw how she got pushed by one of the boys in her class which unleashed an unstoppable anger inside of him because how dare that scoundrl hurt his perfect little princess. All the teachers and some of the other parents had to combine forces to stop him from punching the kid into another dimension.

@subaruwu's headcanons (from Subaru's POV)

i. Little Kiseki is the kind of child who wanders into the garden and makes friends with every breathing organism within a 3 mile radius. Animals are drawn to her the way they are drawn to her father as well. And besides, they're so much less scary than, for instance, other kids. It's easier to 'socialize' with them.

She finds all kinds of critters and presents them proudly to her parents so that they may greet them as well. Subaru then instructs her to place them gently back into nature…. But sometimes he fails. and then Sharon will discover a frog in the bathtub.

ii. Subaru religiously reads Kiseki to sleep every day. Sometimes, he even makes up stories: those are her favorite.

iii. Anything Kiseki wants, Subaru gets her— within reason. He should really consider himself LUCKY his daughter has such a sweet soul, otherwise she'd be spoiled rotten at this point.

iv. He can spend literal hours just staring at her. Specifically when she was a newborn, he'd just be completely enthralled watching her nap in his embrace. As we've talked about before, her mere existence has boosted his self confidence on some level. He made this perfect, sweet girl- so that must mean he can't be all bad.

v. Using a silly voice, he sometimes converses with her through Kuro-san… only when no one else is around, though!

vi. Subaru does not like having to share Kiseki's attention with his brothers. ;-; And he gets really jealous and annoying. 'this is MY baby' vii. As we know and have seen in the past, she imitates his behavior… and it embarrasses him. Kiseki really holds a mirror up to him this way. He's trying to be better, but doesn't fucking succeed god fucking damn it old fucking habits die so fucking hard.

viii. Subaru tries his best to set rules. But Kiseki doesn't always follow them. So he's like "…. aight. it is what it is." — correlates with his ass spoiling her xd. Kiseki is just… the exception in some many ways. He can't get mad at her.

ix. Subaru approaches the world with his emotions, Kiseki approaches the world with her mind. They learn from each other each day.

x. Kiseki and Subaru are both very passionate. Subaru wants to share the world with his little baby and be with her all the time but Kiseki the gemini will eventually desire freedom

[crimefightingspiderguy]

marry me

Summary: Shang-Chi and (Y/N) are best friends, but it's not enough. They want to be more, but can they be more?

Warnings: Angst? No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings, just one reference to the movie but it's not a spoiler.

Pairings: Shang-Chi x platonic!reader

Word Count: approx. 2,423

A/N: I based this off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett. Go give it a listen, it's a great song! I want to make more fics for Shang-Chi that aren't as angsty as this, but I wanna wait until more people have seen Shang-Chi so I can include scenes from the movie. Hope you enjoy this ❤️

“She wants to get married; she wants it perfect”

“So, when are you two getting married?” Your grandmother asked as she pointed between you and Shang-Chi.

You spit up your water, “Nana, we’ve been over this. Shaun and I are just friends.”

“Then why do you have a scrapbook in your room titled ‘My Dream Wedding’ if you don’t plan on getting married.” She sassed her granddaughter.

This isn’t the first time she had asked us if we were together. Every time (Y/N) just brushed it off as her being old and stuck in her ways. But this is the first time that I’ve heard of this scrapbook. “A scrapbook? This I have to see.” I grinned at (Y/N), her faced flushed and you could basically see the wheels in her mind working up an excuse as to why her nana had said that. But she couldn’t think of any.

“Nana, what did I tell you about snooping?” (Y/N) turned to scold her.

“What? I’m old and have nothing better to do. It has some very beautiful ideas. Have to both worked out the details or are they all your plans dear?”

(Y/N)’s face turned a deep red as I burst out in laughter. “Come on (Y/N), I have to see this” I held out her hand to bring her to her bedroom.

“Look, I’ve been planning my wedding since I was little, okay? I just want to let you know this isn’t some creepy shrine for you and me or something like that.” She said as she hesitantly took the book down from her top shelf above her bed frame.

“Oh, don’t worry, I KNOW this is a dedication to me and our love. You don’t have to hide it.” I chuckled as she punched my arm and gave me a threatening look.

“So basically, I have pictures that I’ve cut out from magazines or printed off from TV shows that I watch with my Nana that I think would go well with my overall theme.”

“She wants her granddaddy preach in the service”

“I originally was going to have my Papa do the service, but that was before he passed last year.” She looked down at the picture of him that she cut out and tapped down at the end of a poorly drawn alter. She put on a sad smile and sighed, “Hopefully by the time I do get married Nana is still around and I can get her ordained online. Then she can speak for both of them.”

“I’m sure she would love that.” I put a hand on her back to sooth her. She was the closest with her grandfather. Since her parents passed away in a car accident when she was young, they were all she had and he spoiled her rotten. Nana warned him not to let her turn too spoiled, they didn’t want her being a brat. But he assured her that he was just showering her with love. I couldn’t help but understand now why her grandfather would go through such trouble to make sure she felt loved. She is worth it.

“And she wants magnolias out in the country”

“I want to have the ceremony outside, have the alter be surrounded by magnolia trees.” She turned the page to pictures of roads and sidewalks lined with magnolia trees, beautiful shades of pink and white blooming across the page.

“Why magnolias?” I remember her telling me years ago that her favorite flower was a white rose, so I thought that she would for sure have those.

“They were my mother’s favorite.” She smiled, “If I’m going to have a ceremony where I’m bringing someone into my family, I want them all there. Even if it’s just in spirit.” She chuckled as she pointed to the single picture of her mother with a crown of magnolias on her head, spinning around in the sun. “I would always make her flower crowns of them, and I think that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.”

“I think that her seeing you on your wedding day would’ve made her even happier.” I say, hoping to reassure her. I never met her mother or father. They were gone before I even came to the US. But when I met her, she had this spark in her still, I imagine that it’s the spark she got from her mother. The same spark she seems to have in this photo.

“Not too many people, save her daddy some money”

“So, how are you planning on paying for all this? I mean, realistically a job valeting cars won’t get you far.” I was hoping to try to get her to change the subject so she wouldn’t get too upset looking through this book.

“My daddy left me his savings in his will. My Nana and Papa saved it for when I went to college, but I got enough scholarships I didn’t need it. So, I figured I’d save it for my wedding or buying a house.” She shrugged, “Like I said, I want all the people important to me with me that day. But I will have to have a smaller ceremony because it’s not that much money he’s left. I think I’d invite family and the few close friends that are like family.”

“She got it all planned out. I can see it all right now. I’ll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back.”

“Of course, I’ve made sure you’ll be on the guestlist.” She flipped the next page and pointed to the picture of me and her on prom night our senior year. I’m in a black suit and tie, she had a soft blush pink dress that flowed down to the floor with white magnolias in her pinned-up hair. This was the first time I was able to really picture it all. Not just looking at pictures, but what it would look like as I walked around the place myself. I can see myself hiding in the back as we get ready for the ceremony to start, making some last-minute adjustments to my suit. Making sure my hair looked okay.

“I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without crying, so nobody sees.”

I’d probably have to take a shot to ease my nerves. I wonder if I’d be one of those people who would cry as soon as she walked down the aisle.

“This is the dress that I want.” Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, she showed me a dress that would fit her perfect. It was flowing but puffy. She had a long train and lace accents all over. She would look like a princess. I can see her perfectly in the dress, and not just because she cut a photo of her head out and taped it over the model of the dress, but because I think it is exactly the type of dress, I would expect her to wear. This answers my question, I would definitely be the first one to cry as I saw her walking down the aisle.

“It’s perfect. You’ll look perfect.” I whisper to her. I could see her holding onto my every word. Like she wanted to hear nothing more than those words. I slowly moved my hand from her back up to her cheek and cupped her face. “Everything is perfect.” I tell her. Her skin lights up under my touch, as if it’s a flame setting fire to her body.

“Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don’t wanna marry me. I remember the night when I almost kissed her. I kinda freaked out, we’ve been friends for forever. And I’d always wonder if she felt the same way.”

I’ve never wanted to kiss her more than right now. I’ve thought about it before, but never needed it like I do right now. She started to lean in, eyes fluttering shut. It’s now or never. But something stopped me. I don’t know if it was my nerves, or if it was just too much all at once, imagining us get married, but I just couldn’t do it. She felt me pull away and stopped herself, she shot her eyes open and realized that she read the situation wrong. But she didn’t read it wrong, I just chickened out. I’ve wanted this since the day I met her, but it was just too scary. What if we ended up breaking up and hating each other? She was too important for me to lose.

She just cleared her throat and acted as if nothing happened, turning the next page of her scrapbook.

“When I got the invite, I knew it was too late. And I know, her daddy’s been dreadin’ this day. Although he don’t know he ain’t the only one givin’ her away.”

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, turning over to shut it off I felt the paper I had cried over last night. An invite to (Y/N)’s dream wedding. After the night when she showed me her scrapbook, she seemed to become distant. I don’t know if it’s because we almost kissed and I seemed to reject her, or if she just got too busy with her new boyfriend, but it broke my heart more and more every day until I was just numb. That was 3 years ago, now she had moved on and found someone who wasn’t afraid to grow up and commit to her.

I’d been to see her Nana a couple times after she had started dating him and she scolded me just as I had scolded myself.

“You know, I was really hoping it would’ve been you. You would’ve been perfect together.” She shook her head in disappointment as I helped her in the kitchen while (Y/N) and her boyfriend set the table in the dining room. “I don’t like him as much as I like you.” She sighed and went back to chopping her tomatoes.

“No one’s more disappointed than I am Nana.” I looked down at my hands, feeling empty without hers in them.

“I’ll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without cryin’ so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married, but she don’t wanna marry me.”

“Hey, did you get the invite?” (Y/N) called me shortly after I’d woken up, knowing when my alarm was set for.

“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I know that we haven’t been… the closest lately… but I hope you’ll still come. Afterall you’re in the scrapbook.” She chuckled, hoping she could bring me around to the idea of going. She still didn’t know why I’d distanced myself from her all these years. I can imagine I’ve hurt her, but I only hurt myself every time I see her with him, so I had to do it. “I asked Sam if he’d be willing to make you a best man, since I can’t have you as a bridesmaid. He said of course you could be. It really would mean the world to me if you would.”

While I wanted to be nowhere near Sam, helping him celebrate his wedding day with the love of my life, I wanted nothing more than to be there for her. No matter how she wanted me there.

“Of course, I’ll be a best man. I wouldn’t miss your wedding if the world was ending.” I smiled through the phone, knowing she wouldn’t see just how broken it was.

“Ah! Yay! I was hoping you’d say yes! I can’t wait to tell him. I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

I hung up before I could say anything back.

The day of her wedding came sooner than I’d hoped. It was a beautiful spring wedding with the pink magnolias surrounding the alter in full bloom. I was in a black suit and tie with a flask of whiskey hidden in my coat pocket. I was in the back helping Sam make his last preparations when I saw her.

“But she got on her dress now, welcomin’ the guests now. I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now.”

She was stunning. The sun shining off her in the most perfect way. She was out greeting guests before the ceremony started, in her reception gown, saving the real gown for later when no one would see. Even in this substitute dress I couldn’t help dropping my jaw when she turned my way. She came over to me and threw her arms around me. “I know I’m supposed to be getting ready, but I couldn’t wait to see you.” She whispered in my ear. God did I miss her.

“(Y/N), there’s something I want to tell you.” I start to work up the courage. It was now or never.

“But I ain’t gonna mess this up, so I wish her the best now. I’m in my black suit, black tie and out in the back. Doin’ a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without cryin’ so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don’t wanna marry me.”

“Yeah Shang-Chi?” She looked up at me as she pulled away from me. She looked so perfect. I just wanted to tell her everything on my chest and run away from all this with her. Live happily ever after. But this is real life, this is a wedding she’s planned out since she was a kid. She wants it to be perfect. I can’t take that from her.

“Everything is perfect. You look perfect.” I force a smile as she grins and giggles at me.

“You’re so dramatic, but I love that about you.” She kissed my cheek and told me she’d save me a dance as she went back to her dressing room to finish getting ready.

I pulled the flask out of my jacket and took a strong swig. Sam was calling me over to get in line at the altar.

Bridesmaids one through four walked down the aisle carrying bouquets of pink magnolias. She followed them up in her beautiful gown, straight out of her scrapbook. A bouquet of white roses with pink magnolias blossomed out of her hands. She absolutely took my breath away, but it wasn’t me she was marching towards.

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