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JAMIE TARTT | comfort crowd, you can always count.

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: reader gets cheated on and jamie, whose trying to be a better friend and person, decides to help her out by hiding her phone for the day.

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, language

A/N: first time writing something full length but i hope you guys enjoy this! sorry for the length but feel free to give any comments! (also, pretend that jamie continued to see dr. sharon after she leaves the team like ted did) EDIT: changed the title which is now based on the song comfort crowd by conan gray :)

As a physical therapist for a football team, there could be a multitude of reasons why a coach would call you down during training. Maybe someone twisted their ankle or landed on their foot the wrong way. Maybe it was because they did that stupid red string drill again. You really didn’t want to explain all over again that treating that was not your area of expertise.

Luckily, everything seemed to be going smoothly as you walked onto the field and find the team doing their regular drills. All, except one player. You find Ted and Jamie in the middle of an argument — well, more of Ted joking around while Jamie was whining about something, the usual — and you approach them.

"Hi Coach, Jamie." You greet them, before asking Ted why he called for you. Without a verbal response, he surprises you by tossing an object to you. You swiftly catch it and dodge Jamie as he tries to reach out and grab it. You look down to see Jamie's phone.

You turn curiously to Ted who finally explains what is going on. "Our star player here," he rests his hand on Jamie’s shoulder, "managed to sneak his phone onto the pitch during training." At this point, poor Jamie is practically scowling.

You try and hide your amusement, though can't help but let out a small laugh. Even with how he was acting right now, he still looked cute. Objectively, of course. Everyone on the team knew you had a boyfriend back home, so none of them ever tried something. That didn't mean you couldn't admire the aesthetics of the players. Well, a player.

You started working at the club a little after Jamie went back to Man City, but everyone was pretty clear about their grievances with the guy, especially after the team got relegated. You vaguely remember Colin saying something about a jaundiced worm? So when he returned, you made sure to steer clear of him outside of your work obligations. Your feelings towards him were more apathy than anything else. But, once he started to get along with the team, that was basically your go signal to be nicer to him.

In truth, you probably knew more about Jamie than you needed to, given how often he visits the treatment room. Even if it was just a small cramp or ache, he would request a quick check-up or PT session to make sure he can still play. During those times, you would end up chatting with him and talking about whatever was going on in both of your lives. That's probably why Ted decided to give the phone to you since he knew that you were one of the only people Jamie wouldn't wrestle to get it back.

"Now, why don't you hold on to that and Jamie can swing by your office to get it after practice, yeah?" Ted instructs you and you're more than happy to oblige.

"Sure thing, Coach." You smile as you slide his phone into your back pocket. You turn to Jamie who now has a defeated look on his face. "See you later, Jamie."

"Yeah, yeah," He responded, as you leave to go back to the treatment room.

A few hours later, their training finished and the team was getting ready to go home. You contemplated going down and returning Jamie's phone yourself, but why make it easier for him? Since none of the players needed any treatment that day and all the records were backed up and updated, you spent most of the day aimlessly scrolling through your phone and the computer in the office.

You liked looking through social media to see what your friends and family were doing back home. It was hard being away from them for so long, but it was always a dream of yours to go abroad. When you got the offer to work for Richmond, you just couldn't pass it up. Luckily, the daily calls and messages from your parents, friends, and your boyfriend Matt, helped treat the homesickness a little bit. Though recently, Matt's were much more scattered. You didn't think much of it, assuming that he was just busy at work.

You were starting to pack up for the day when you hear a ping from your phone. You expect it to be a message from Matt checking in on you, but instead, see a message from one of your best friends. ‘Hey! Heard about you and Matt, I'm so sorry. I know you're busy with your new life in England, but I'm always here if you need to talk.’

Both confusion and anxiety fill you as you finish reading the text. Why would she be sorry? You send a quick ‘???’ before three dots appear on her end.

‘I'm at a party rn and I saw Matt with a new girl? He said you guys broke up ages ago.’

You feel your heart racing. There's no way he would do that. It's Matt, for Christ's sake! You've been together since college and your relationship has survived worse things than long distance. Your lack of response prompts your friend to send another message — ‘I'm so sorry this is how you found out’, — along with a picture this time. Your hands are trembling as you open it and you see Matt in the background making out with another girl.

That was enough to break the dam. You feel tears pooling in your eyes blurring your vision. You turn off your phone and just let the tears fall. It was already late, so there was less chance of someone walking in on you at such a low moment. Except, you forgot that you were still holding onto something.

Jamie, your most frequent visitor, didn't bother to knock and simply barged in. "Okay! Training’s over, it's time to return what's mine. Where are you keeping it hostage?" He greeted jokingly, which you couldn't even chuckle at.

You grabbed his phone from your desk drawer and reached out your hand for him to take it without even looking up. He accepts it gratefully and you swear you even hear him give it a kiss. He continued to celebrate before asking if you looked through it by any chance. You shake your head, more furiously than you intended, and hope that it was enough to get him to leave. But Jamie knew you better than you thought. Your slumped position and the fact you hadn't looked at him this whole time were good hints, but when he heard your quiet sniffles, he knew for sure.

"Fuck, are you crying?" You shake your head again, even more desperate for him to leave. Yes, you were comfortable around him, but having a breakdown in front of someone is at least a level 5 friendship type of thing.

You feel him spin the chair to make you face him. You still don't look up from your position, continuing to pick at your fingernails. He crouches down to your level and places his hands on your shoulders to try and comfort you. When you still don't look up at him, he finally asks, "What happened?"

"Just some stupid shit, Jamie. Don't worry." You respond shakily, as you try and wipe the tears from your eyes.

"It can't be that stupid if you're crying at work about it." You let out a weak laugh and finally look up at him. His features are much softer than usual, even giving you a smile as you face him. Not his usual cocky smirks he does when he scores a goal or when he jokingly flirts with you. A genuine smile, one that helped ease your sadness a little bit.

At this point, Jamie has already seen your puffy face that for sure has obvious tear streaks, — you always hate how red your face gets when you cry — so how much of a stretch would it be to just tell him what's going on? You reach back for your phone which still has your friend’s chat open and hand it to him.

It takes a few seconds before Jamie realizes what's going on. "Oh, fuck."

He returns the phone to your hands, but not a second later, he's already enveloping you in a hug. It's hard to ignore how this is the first time you've ever had physical contact with Jamie outside of your PT sessions and it's even harder to not feel embarrassed of the reason why.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers and you can't help but laugh as you remove yourself from him.

"Why are you saying sorry? It's not like you're the one who cheated on me. It's that dipshit over there in the photo." You emphasize the last word as you return your phone to the table. "I don't even know why I held on so long. I just hoped that we could make it, you know? We’ve been together for years!" You start, trying to hold back tears as you explain it to Jamie. "What makes it more shitty is that he didn't even have the balls to break it off with me first."

You sigh, "You know what, maybe it's me. Maybe I shouldn't have gone halfway across the world without him. If I didn't, then—"

"No, fuck that!" Jamie interrupts you as he stands up, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. "If anyone's at fault, it's him. You didn't do shit, so stop blaming yourself."

You can't help but be surprised at how passionate Jamie is about this, his tone reminding you of Roy. It must've shown on your face because Jamie takes a step back. "Sorry if I shouted,"

You laugh. "No, it's fine. You're right, fuck him." You get up from your chair and start collecting your stuff. Once you're ready to leave, you turn once again to the football player. "Thanks, by the way. See you tomorrow, Jamie."

As you make your way to the door, Jamie stops you. "Wait, how are you getting home?"

"Oh, I usually just walk." You respond, rubbing your nose.

"No way. Come on, I'm driving you." Jamie declares and before you can even protest, he's grabbed your hand and dragging you out of the treatment room.

"Jamie, I am perfectly capable of walking home." You remind him as the two of you make it to the parking lot. It is already dark out and definitely colder than you expected, but you remain unfazed. You didn't want to burden the football player anymore, but when had Jamie ever not been stubborn?

"I'm sure you are, but I've been working on being a good person, so who am I to let a girl walk home alone this late?" When Jamie opened the door of the passenger side for you and did a small bow, you rolled your eyes.

"You know, most good people don't say they're good people." You point out as you finally give in and sit in the car.

"I told you I'm working on it." He reminds you as he closes your door. You chuckled, as you make yourself comfortable. You knew that all the players including Jamie had expensive and extravagant cars, but you didn't realize how nice it was even in the interior.

You don't have enough time to admire the inside though, as Jamie gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. He instructs you to put on your seatbelt in his usual Mancunian accent which makes you laugh. The last time someone reminded you to put on your seatbelt was when your mom was visiting and you had to take a taxi back to your flat.

You input your address on his phone and finally leave the parking lot. The drive to your house was quiet, and you weren't sure if it was an awkward or comfortable silence. Maybe somewhere in between, given that Jamie didn't seem too bothered by it. It took around 10 minutes before either of you said anything since you spent that time looking through your phone.

You went through your friends' posts and notice a lot of them were at that party. In almost all of them, Matt was with that girl. You don't even recognize her, so if she was at that party, it meant that he brought her with him.

You decide to take your mind off it and finally asked something that has been on your mind since you left. "Jamie, why are you being so nice to me?"

You see him get ready to give his whole "trying to be a better person” speech and stop him. "I get you are trying to improve yourself, but you didn't have to offer to drive me home."

"Did you really want to walk home tonight?" He glances at you quickly, before turning back to the road. Truthfully, you didn't.

Despite having lived in London for a few months, it still took an abnormal amount of focus to navigate the town. Not to mention the care it takes to make sure you don't get hit by a car by looking at the wrong side. You were in no state to make it home by yourself.

Noticing your silence, Jamie took that as your answer. "Look, we're friends, yeah? As my friend, I wouldn't want to leave you roaming the city by yourself and not being sure if you'd get home safe." You smile but keep your head straight.

He adds, "Plus, you just got your heart broken. Part of me’s worried you'd just end up in a pub and fuck someone to get over him."

You turn to him shock and punch his shoulder. "Jamie, is that what you think of me? That I'd go and find the first guy willing to sleep with me and go home with him?"

"It's what I would do!" You roll your eyes. Sometimes, you forget that the old Jamie is still in there, the him that can be a total prick. Most of the time he only came out during games, but turns out there isn’t a definite on-and-off switch for it.

"Well, I'm not Jamie fucking Tartt. But you're right, I probably would've gotten lost and ended up in a bar." You finally admit and turn to look out the window and sigh.

Jamie must've sensed something and quickly apologizes. "Hey, I didn't actually mean that. I know you wouldn't find a one-night stand. I mean, to be honest, I haven't had one in a while either, so I don't know why—"

You cringe and urge him to stop. "Jamie, it's fine. I know you don't mean it like that." He relaxes and nods his head, causing you to let out a small laugh at how nervous he was to make you feel bad.

"But thank you," You say as he turns the corner to your flat. As he stops the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to him. "for you know, being a good friend."

You see the footballer give you a smile, a genuine one like before. Soon after though, he asks, "Could I get that in writing? I need proof for Dr. Sharon."

You roll your eyes as you get out. "Good night, Jamie."

You walk into the building and only hear the car leave once you close the door behind you. You go up to your flat and you've never been so happy to see your bed. You take off your shoes but don't even bother changing. You spend the next few hours scrolling through whatever posts you could find that have Matt in them.

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It's been a few weeks since that night, but your habits are even worse than before. Checking Matt's posts, looking at what his friends are saying, even stalking his new girlfriend's account was basically part of your daily routine. She's fucking beautiful too, much to your dismay.

It's even starting to affect your work. If he hadn't shrieked in pain, you would've twisted Richard's foot off. All you were thinking about that session was the post you saw. It was a picture of Matt and the girl with the caption, ‘my favorite girl ;)’

You apologized profusely to Richard and check to make sure you didn't do too much damage. You spend the rest of the session thinking about something else. Anything else, like how nice the weather has been. How well the team's doing. How empty your bedroom wall looks now that you took off all the pictures with Matt. Fuck.

The next day, you head to the locker room to talk to Richard and to also see if anyone needs any treatment. You sit on the bench nearest to the door as you wait for the whole team. You quickly greet the players passing by you, but can't take your eyes off your phone. That is until someone rips it from your grasp.

"Hey!" You look up to see Jamie in some of his usual clothes. Dark tie-die hoodie, his 'ICON' hat, and the fanny pack where he puts your phone in. He ignores your protest and simply replied, "You're blocking my locker."

"Jamie, give it back!" You stand up and try and grab his bag, but he quickly takes it off and throws it to Ted, who had just walked out of his office. He catches it and turns to the two of you in surprise.

"You mind keeping that in your office, Coach? Need to keep this one," Jamie slings his arm on your shoulders, "away from it."

You try and plead with Ted, but he was already throwing it to Beard who shoved it in his desk drawer and locked it without question. You plop down on the bench in defeat, but not without glaring up at Jamie.

"Jamie, I will never forgive you for this." You say as seriously as you can, but it only makes him laugh.

"You'll get it back at the end of the day." He says as he moves to take off his hoodie. You leave him to get ready and head to Richard to give him some ointment for his ankle if it bloats (you can't help but notice him flinch when you come near), before heading to the treatment room to get your treatment bag. If you weren't going to have your phone this whole time, might as well find entertainment on the pitch.

You reach the pitch and settle down next to Will, who was setting up. You make small talk with the kitman as the team starts to make their way to the pitch for training. You watch Jamie pass by, who then turns around and stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

"Do you really have to ask?”

"So you'll be here for all of training?" He asks, and you nod in response. "Okay then, enjoy the view." Jamie winks at you and you only roll your eyes, as he gives you a confident smirk before joining his teammates.

If he had done that a month ago, you wouldn't have batted an eye. It's just Jamie being Jamie, right? But after breaking up with Matt and how kind Jamie was that night, it's almost like his little habits have a new meaning.

Walking with you when you arrive at the same time, bringing you his extra pastries when he gets free muffins from the girl who runs the nearby bakery, and even what he did today. It pissed you off, yeah, but you had to admit that it was for the better. Can't be tempted to check Matt's page if you don't have anything to check it with, right?

But you shake it off. Jamie's just a friend, a really attractive, kind, and fun to be around friend. Even if you were starting to like him — which you weren't, — it didn't matter. Jamie didn't see you like that. He's just trying to be a better person and him helping you was just a way for him to do that.

You spend the rest of your morning watching training, either being entertained by their game or looking out for any of the players getting injured. It was pretty light drills given that they had a game soon. If you weren't doing that, you were listening to Will talking about what he planned on doing during the weekend. He even invited you to a nice jazz bar, which you kindly declined.

Once they were out for their lunch break, you leave your treatment bag there since you'd be back anyway for the afternoon training. You wave goodbye to Will before walking back inside the building. As some of the players pass by you, you compliment how well they're doing in training which is met by a chorus of thank you's.

You almost open the door to the treatment room, when you hear someone call out your name. You see Jamie jogging towards you. "How's the phone drought going?"

"Well, I would've used it to call my best friend who is halfway across the world and eat lunch with them, but as you know," you shrug, watching a hint of guilt grow on the football player’s face. "I'm kidding. What's up?"

"Do you wanna go out for lunch? Keeley said there's a nice Italian place down the road from here." He explained.

"Did she also say to post it on your socials?" You add and when he takes a second to answer, you both laugh. "Sure, sounds fun. Though, I'm not taking any pictures of you." Jamie exaggerates his disappointment, placing his hand on his chest and groaning as if he's just gotten shot.

Jamie puts on a sweatshirt to hide his kit — as if that's the only way people would recognize him — before the two of you head over to the restaurant. It was way too packed to get a table so you guys decide to order take-out and eat it at your office instead.

You guys make your way back to the building, talking about the most random things. Jamie mentioned how a fan had seen him at a restaurant and spent fifteen minutes explaining and analyzing how the footballer could've won Lust Conquers All. You mentioned how much you loved Vanilla ice cream because when your parents would buy the Neapolitan ice cream, — the 3-in-1 deal was hard to resist — it was the only flavor your brothers hadn't completely devoured by the time you got some.

It didn't stop when you made it back to the building and had your lunch. As always, Keeley knew the perfect places to endorse. The Carbonara pasta from the place was absolutely delicious and after trading some for Jamie's meal, the Chicken and Mushroom Risotto might even taste better.

You had taken a picture of the food before you started eating, but Jamie needed a picture of himself with the food for his post. Despite your statement earlier, you decide to take a picture for him anyway, for Keeley. As you took multiple shots, you started joking around to get him to make a genuine smile. Jokes ranged from ones about the sounds his teammates made during sessions and ones about the old celebration videos of Ted. You finally get a satisfying picture and call Jamie over. He leans over your shoulder and you feel the heat rising in your face.

"Looks good," He says before sitting back down in his chair. You return his phone to him and continue to eat your Carbonara before you hear a shutter sound. You look up to see Jamie taking pictures of you. You try and (fail to) cover the camera as it’s your turn to laugh at the jokes Jamie was making. "Here, some photos of you if you feel like posting. You look nice,"

You try and ignore the feeling you get after he said that. "Thanks, Jamie. You mind sending those to me when I get my phone back?" He chuckles and nods.

The two of you continue to spend the lunch together till you had to get back on the pitch. It was only while walking did you realize that you didn't think of Matt the entire lunch time. You don't know if Jamie had been doing it on purpose, but if he was, he was doing a great job at helping you forget him. Like a good friend.

The second half of training was even more relaxed than the first, so no emergency situations for you to deal with. Sam was getting cramps after training though, so you decided to have a session with him before leaving for the day. You wait outside till most of the players had changed to find Jamie.

You see him fastening his fanny pack as he leaves the locker room and you reach out to grab it. But he's quicker. "Nope, don't you have a PT session with Sam? Your day isn't over just yet." That said football player was still changing, so you still had some time.

"Aren't you heading home soon?" You continue to try and reach over Jamie's broad chest to take it but to no avail.

"I can wait. Look, Sam's ready." You turn around to see Sam in a nice collared shirt and his spare training shorts. He'd only brought jeans to change and it's pretty difficult to treat him in them, so you'd asked him to wear whatever shorts he had.

You give him a smile and lead him to the treatment room, not without giving Jamie a less-than-polite gesture. You hear him chuckle — “Guess you really want me to be a prick, huh?” — as you close the door behind you.

Sam said the cramps weren't too bad, but you still wanted to be thorough in case they came back later tonight. It took around 45 minutes, and Sam seemed much better afterward.

"Thank you so much," Sam said as he sat up from his position. "and sorry for holding you up, I know how much you want to go home before leaving for the game tomorrow."

"It's alright, Sam. It's my job to make sure you guys are fit and ready for all your matches. Good luck, yeah?" Sam thanks you again and hops down from the treatment table, grabbing his jacket and heading out. You stretch your back and relax before you hear the door open again.

You don't have to look up to know who it is. "Thank God, where's my phone, Tartt?"

Jamie lets out an exaggerated gasp. "We back to last-name basis now?" He tosses your phone to you, and you find multiple messages waiting. You decide to check them on the way home and slide your phone into your back pocket.

"I already sent the pics I took earlier, plus my own, in case you ever want to print it and hang it on your wall." You give up even rolling your eyes at him. You grab the bag that you fixed before the session and start heading out the door. Jamie appears at your side as you walk to the parking lot.

"Deja vu, huh?" You say as Jamie's car is the only one in the parking lot.

"Feel like going for a joyride?" He says as you turn to face him.

Your eyebrows knit together. "We’re going to be stuck on a bus for hours tomorrow. Don't you want to go home and rest or something?"

He checks his watch and shrugs. "We still got time." He leads you to the car, but this time you open the door for yourself and slide in.

You watch Jamie start the car without putting an address into his phone. As the two of you buckle your seatbelt and leave, you start to scroll through your texts.

Your unread messages were made up of your parents sending pictures from their spontaneous date, one of your brothers asking for a video message from Isaac for his son's birthday, and your friends trying to organize a trip to visit you.

You reply to as many of the messages as you can before you notice that Matt still hasn't sent you anything. No apology, explanation, or anything. You take a deep breath and finally unfollow him and the rest of his friends. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of you. You put the final nail in the coffin when you blocked his number. This is it, and you've never felt better.

You look up and realize that you don't recognize any of your surroundings. You turn to Jamie who is still unfazed by it, looking straight ahead.

"Jamie, if this good friend thing was all just some elaborate ruse to bring me to the middle of nowhere and murder me, you are obligated to tell me right now."

Jamie lets out a laugh. "Calm down, will you? We're here," You turn toward the dashboard and see some people walking on the sidewalk. At least there's still civilization here. He stops the car and parks it in front of this beautiful garden.

You get out of the car and walk towards the gate. Even with the dim lights, the place looks much more lively than the rest of the area. The entire garden is a mix of various flowers and plants, colors ranging from relaxing white and green to some brighter ones like violet and yellow. Jamie opens the gate for the both of you as you look around in awe. The two of you walk over to one of the benches in front of a small lake bordered by a fence. Despite its main purpose of making sure no one falls in, it doesn't seem out of place in the area.

"You know, if you were planning on murdering me, I wouldn't mind dying in a place like this." You turn to Jamie as you sit down. He gives you a small smile before settling next to you. "How'd you even find this place?"

Jamie hesitated for a minute, and you quickly add, "You don't have to tell me if it's too much." Jamie shakes his head and sighs.

"Back when I just got back to Richmond, I still had a lot of shit to make up for. Everyone still hated me, and I didn't really know what to do. I was pissed that they didn't want to give me a chance, so I tried to talk to Keeley about it. She brought me to Dr. Sharon." You knew that a lot of the players were seeing her when she worked here, but you didn't realize that even Jamie was seeing her.

"She knew I was trying, but said it didn't help that I'd get riled up during games and sometimes go back to my old habits like hogging the ball, so she told me to find something or someplace to relax before them. I drove around that night and just went around till I found this place. It was like a mini field of flowers like the ones in Amsterdam that my mom took me to when I was a kid."

"I go here every night before a game or before we leave for an away game and just sit here, looking at the lake and the flowers. It relaxes me, I guess." Jamie looks down and starts playing with his hands, and you see a version of the football player that you've never seen before. This Jamie is vulnerable, quiet, nervous even. He was sharing a part of himself and you’d be a massive prick if you made him feel bad about it.

You reach out and grab his hand and enclose it with both of yours. You keep your eyes on him as he looks up to meet them. You smile at him and hope it eases his nerves even just a little bit like he did for you back then. It does, as seen in how his shoulders relax afterward.

"Thanks for sharing this with me, Jamie. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone else and you can continue to keep this place all to yourself." You nudge him with your shoulder before standing up to look at the lake. It almost looked like the water was glowing, illuminating the fish swimming in it.

Jamie moves to stand next to you. You two are both quiet for a beat, before he interlaces your fingers again, "Maybe not all to myself." You turn to him and see his expression, a mix of his usual confident self but the vulnerability from a while ago. Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him.

If it caught him by surprise, he didn't show it. Jamie kisses you back, more enthusiastically than you expected. You let go of his hand and interlace your fingers behind his neck. His hands travel down to your waist and you feel him smile against you. Your back presses against the railing as he continues to deepen the kiss and holds you closer to him to steady you. Your senses kick in and finally pull away when you realize that you're in public.

"Shit Jamie, not here," You whisper, looking around to see if anyone caught you making out with AFC Richmond's star player.

"You wanna head back to your place?" That's what makes you push him away and he chuckles.

"Take me out on a few dates." You give him a quick kiss on the lips before walking back to the car. "Maybe I'll consider it then."

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emelinstriker · 5 months

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Shockwave ♤ Kiss The Spark

Might be my last TFP X Reader one-shot I'm dropping for now. I've got several other one-shots and even a full book that was in the works, but whenever I'll finish any, I have no idea.

[TL;DR] You really do be worrying your beloved cyclops scientist with the risks you take. And he finds it illogical.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

It was a lazy day for the two of you. Megatron was busy leading the Decepticon cause, as usual, and left Shockwave to his tools. Said mech was trying to work on basically recreating a predacon while you were watching him. It did make him a little uncomfortable with how you were basically staring at him, but he would never out right say it.

You were just supposed to be a random human he could study and experiment on after you were kidnapped by Knockout months ago. But now you were the lover of the warship's scientist. Basically his Conjunx Endura, and he did show some affection towards you while feeling some sort of emotion despite having undergone shadowplay. At first it felt like you were treated like a pet, which you technically were in the Decepticon's optic, but it was obvious he was lying to himself over time as you began to worm your way into his spark.

Despite the months of love and care, he slowly started neglecting you due to the cause being his main priority. Sure, he did give you food and your own box corner that felt like a small apartment, but his affection towards you decreased and you were missing it. You were missing the freetime you had and spent simply roaming around the Nevada desert whenever you landed. You wanted to relive that.

"Hey, Shocky?" He didn't bother turning around to face you as he continued working, not answering. But you knew he was listening. "When do you have time to hang out again?" You asked with a hopeful gaze at the back of his helm.

He ceased his movements for a moment, turned his optic toward you and said, "Most likely when I am finished with this project. I do not know how long it will take. It would be most logical of you to simply wait."

You frowned at his response and started to make your way towards the door. "Oh, okay... I'll leave you to it then..." The giant metal doors slid opened for you and closed once you passed the threshold. Shockwave knew you left but didn't bother stopping you as the project took priority. However, that doesn't mean he didn't feel more empty when you were out of the room.

And it finally seemed too much after two agonizing hours of not having you around him. He told himself he would do a quick check-up on you to ensure you were all fine. So, he left the project on his table before making his way to the bridge where he knew Soundwave would possibly still be with you.

Unsurprisingly, he was right. Well, half right. Soundwave was at the bridge, but you were nowhere to be found. Of course there had to be a reason for it, and who would know better than the slender mech himself. "Soundwave," the cyclops started as he approached the other working Decepticon, "where is (Y/N)?"

The TIC ceased his movements before typing away again, revealing groundbridge coordinates on the screen. The coordinates seemed to lead into town, close to a few stores but far away enough for a small groundbridge to go undetected. Soundwave turned his helm towards the mech behind him as he slightly lifted a servo at the screen to point at it. Shockwave gave him a puzzled look- Or at least as puzzled as one could look with a single optic for a faceplate. "Why did you send them there?"

Instead of answering with more movements, Soundwave decided to simply play a voice clip he recorded of you in your own words. "Hey, Sounders, could I maybe go to town? I need to see if I can buy some material for [...]. I know it sounds weird, but hear me out-" The audio abruptly cut of before you could explain any further. And there was information missing, most likely to keep whatever you were planning a secret from the scientist. It seemed illogical for you to be plotting something behind his back however. Thus he didn't question the TIC any further about the audio.

"When will they return?" Soundwave played another clip in response, "I'll call you when I got everything, alright? Shouldn't take more than two hours max."

And as if on cue, a sudden personalized ringtone rang out on the bridge with an image of you on the screen. Their optics glanced at the screen before Soundwave answered the call. You sounded like you were out of breath. And Shockwave was able to feel your anxiety through your bond.

"H-Heya, Sounders!" You dramatically exhaled a large portion of air before continuing in a rather quick way. "Please don't tell Shocky, but I kinda ran into some trouble and am being chased by a gang with weapons. I managed to escape unscathed, but I sadly didn't get some other things." You took another deep breath. "And as much as I wanna grab some extras, I don't think I'd be alive on my way back if I did that. At least I got enough for one."

As both mechs became concerned, Shockwave decided to speak up. "(Y/N), are you in a safe location? Do you require a groundbridge immediately?"

The voice caught you by surprise, but you were also a little relieved to hear him. "I-I'm not far enough from people yet. I'm across the street from the gang right now and they seem to have lost me. But there's an alleyway here." You then proceeded to walk down the dark alley. "I don't think there's a second gang in here so I should be-" You cut yourself off as you looked behind you with wide eyes. The fear you gave off reached the scientist instantly.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright? What happened?" Your sudden silence made them even more worried. The silence wasn't there for long though as harsh winds clashed with your phone, indicating that you were running.

"They found me! I-I can't run any longer! My bags are- are slowing me down! And they want my bags and my money! But I need them! And whAT THE FUCK- WHY?!"

Turns out the alley had a deadend.

The two mechs could faintly hear one guy say something, but it was inaudible. But they could hear one who was closer. "You're right. Why should we just take their belongings if we could have some fun with them as extra?"

While the cyclops was able to feel your hopeless anxiety already, the call managed to catch the sounds of your sniffles. You hiccuped as you whispered into your phone, "I need you, Shockwave." You usually weren't scared of most things- Hell, you made a giant alien robot fall in love with you and managed to befriend others on the warship, deeming them as family! And they wanted to cyberform the earth! But being in this situation, alone, far away from your family, with just some useless things you bought... It scared you.

And this was something that truly angered Shockwave for once. The fact that you used his actual name instead of a nickname told him how trapped you truly felt.

It sent him over the edge.

"Soundwave. Groundbridge to their coordinates. Now", he commanded firmly.

The masked mech, despite being kind of surprised by the taller mech's sudden show of emotions, did as he was told. The scientist didn't waste time in running towards the now open swirly green portal. He didn't even bother transforming and using his holoform.

These humans deserved to suffer.

By his true form's servos.

You were backed up into the deadend when you noticed a familiar green light pop up behind you. Out of instinct you moved aside as the gang stared at it, not knowing if this were special effects to scare them off. That's when you saw Shockwave step out of the portal. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before spotting you next to his pedes, shivering from shock, but still smiling up at him with teary eyes. "H-Hi, hun..."

"Go home, sweetspark. I'll meet you there."

He said. Then he watched as you somewhat clumsily sprinted through the groundbridge, two bags in hand, before he turned back towards the group of humans.

"It would be illogical of me not to dispose of lifeforms that pose a threat to my sparkmate."

What was mercy? In that moment, he couldn't recall.

While waiting, you were next to Soundwave, being comforted by his tendrils as you held onto one like a big teddy bear. Your bags were sitting behind you. Shockwave finally returned a few minutes later, groundbridge closing behind him. His servo and pedes were completely bloody. You also spotted a bit of blood on the rest of his frame- even a tiny bit on the side of his helm. He walked up to your still slightly shaken form. "Did they harm them in any way?" He asked the other mech, who previously ran a scan on you as safety precaution.

Soundwave responded with a simple "Negative" audio as he retracted his tendrils from you, now that your biggest comfort was here. You reluctantly let go of the tendril when a servo gently wrapped itself around you instead, picking you up. The purple mech didn't say another word to the shorter mech and simply walked off, all the while placing you on his shoulder pad. Sure, you were now a little bloody too, but you could just wash your clothes. While Shockwave felt the comforting relief through your bond, he still was upset about your reckless logic.

"You left the ship without my authorization or knowledge." Most would view his monotone yet commanding voice as a sign of pure anger, but you knew that he was actually worried sick.

"B-But I-" "You could have been hurt and I would not have been able to protect you. From now on, you are to stay on the warship if I'm.not accompanying you", he stated firmly, placing you on the table and coldly turning away towards his project.

Now that you were finally back in the lab, he wouldn't need to worry about you being hurt anymore, despite his spark not wanting to shut up about the slight bit of worry. However, due to you still being upset about the previous situation, you couldn't help but tear up again. You honestly didn't mean to make him mad and worried. He could feel it.

"I-I'm so s-sorry", you whispered as you hiccuped. "I-I just w-wanted to make y-you a gift..."

This caught the scientist's attention as his ear fins moved. A gift... for him? You went through the lengths of sneaking out(, despite Soundwave's knowledge of course), going to town alone, and running away from a street gang... just to make him a gift? So, naturally he demanded for an explanation for this stunt you tried to do.

You pulled your bags closer to your body as you sniffled, rummaging through one of them. "I-I bought materials f-for a self-made gift..." You then pulled out some purple fabric from the bag. Almost the same shade of purple as his frame. "I-It was supposed to be a plush toy version... of you..." A small, sheepish smile made its way onto your lips. The tears may have stopped flowing, but you still didn't feel quite comfortable in what you were presenting him. It wasn't even finished, after all. And you weren't even sure if he would like it.

"Giving me a toy version of myself is illogical." For a second, a frown replaced your smile. Thinking he didn't like the idea, you slowly starting lowering your arm in disappointment, wanting to put the fabric away again so he wouldn't have to see it.

"O-Oh, sorry... I thought-" "But, I appreciate the sentiment", Shockwave quickly added as he approached you with his servo. One digit gently trailed up and down your arm in a comforting manner. "You may still continue creating it. I am not stopping you." Him using a gentler, lower tone made you smile again. You wrapped your arms around his digit and lightly cuddled into it, saying a small "Thanks" in return.

You swore your Conjunx's optic was glowing brighter than usual.

You managed to craft a rather big plush version of Shockwave. You were able to wrap both of your arms around it and cuddle with it like a big stuffed animal. It was still severely small in the scientist's optic, but he refused to handle it any less gentle than you when picking it up. It was so much softer than you, which amazed him.

A few days after you finished up the plushie, Shockwave asked you to wait for him in his habsuite.

Turns out he wanted you to touch his spark again. It's been a long time since you've last done so, which was when you became Conjunx Endura just a couple of months ago. And due to the bond mostly being a one-sided receiving one, he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you in his life. And touching his spark was the only way for you to receive his side of the bond.

You're the only one he's ever shown his spark to in such an intimate light. And you could feel how much he adored having you be this close to him, touching the very culmination of his being ever so gently. You even gave his spark some light kisses, making him ex-vent.

Content with your moment together, he gently positioned his servo against your small back, pulling you a little closer down onto his chassis.

He wouldn't trade you for anything, not even his loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause.

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#transformers prime #tfp x reader #shockwave x reader #cybertronian x human #transformers x reader #transformers x human #tfp shockwave #tfp shockwave x reader #comfort

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pub-lius · 5 months

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RACHEL HAMILTON FACTS

Help I have a wax museum project for school and I’m doing her I cannot find anything about her

OKOKOK This ask is the reason I opened my inbox and discovered all my unanswered asks FSHSJKHFSKH mb. My source for this is Ron Chernow's Alexander Hamilton (because when isn't it) because exactly as you said, there is very little information about Rachel, and Ron walked so the rest of us could run. Here we go

Rachel was one of seven children

Five of Rachel's siblings died in childhood, leaving only our girl and her sister Ann. Ann went on to marry James Lytton after she fled Nevis (where they lived) due to an agricultural plague. Ann Lytton could not take in young Hamilton when he needed it, but she was the only blood relative on Rachel's side that he maintained contact with, and helped her out financially later on.

She was a child of divorce (basically)

Her parents had a very rocky relationship, and this possibly impacted her later relationships with men. Eventually, her parents separated, and she lived with her mother. She seems to have been very close with her mother, as they moved often together, or at least stayed close to one another.

She was previously married, and divorced

Before she met James Hamilton, she was married to man named Johann Lavien. Lavien was really horrible to her and financially and mentally abused her. When she ran away, Lavien sued for divorce, but long story short, Rachel didn't show up for court, and ended up being imprisoned for several years for adultery. The way divorce worked at the time was that a man could win a divorce case with just one accusation of adultery (especially if the woman didn't show up for court) but a woman needed several different, confirmed charges against the man to win. So, it would have been very hard for her to have won in the first place. Also, because of her no-show, she was forbidden from ever remarrying, hence why Hamilton was a bastard.

It is not incorrect to call her Rachel Hamilton and/or Rachel Faucette

While it is probably more respectful to use her maiden name, Faucette, there was a time where she lived as Rachel Hamilton, even though her marriage to James could not have been legally valid. While they lived in Nevis, James and Rachel lived with their two children as a married couple. However, it was when they moved to St. Croix that people recognized her as the former Mrs. Lavien, and tormented her and the boys with their illegitimacy.

She was a very independent woman

If Hamilton inherited anything from his mother, it was his quick thinking and independent mind. Rachel had her own income, and was able to provide for her two sons and tutor them after James left them. She was described by one of Hamilton's sons as "a woman of superior intellect, elevated sentiment, and unusual grace of person and manner. For her he was indebted for his genius." These are all words used to describe Hamilton later in life.

She supported other local women

In teaching her son in his earliest education, she chose a local Jewish woman to do so. Hamilton recalled being taught by her when he was small enough to sit on the table to read next to her. Towards her death, she was tended to by a woman named Ann McDonnell. In a society that was incredibly hostile to women, this was very important.

She died of an unknown illness next to her son, Alexander

She caught a fever in 1768, and was tended to by the aforementioned Ms. McDonnell and a man named Dr. Herring. She was given valerian, and bloodletting was used on Alexander (medicine of the 18th century is a whole other can of worms). Unfortunately, she did not recover, and died at nine o'clock on February 19, 1768.

Those are some of the most important and interesting facts, I believe, about Rachel Faucette. She is really one of my favorite historical figures, and I could talk about her and Maria Reynolds all day. I just love women who overcome the disadvantages they were given in life, I respect them so much. Hope this helps with your project!!!

#i got so excited when I saw this in my inbox #alexander hamilton #rachel faucette #rachel hamilton #history #amrev #asks #american history #amrev history #caribbean history #caribbean #womens history

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sicksucculentz · 9 days

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Regretavator Headcanons: Bive. Part 3

She can make a few small odd noises that seem to be isolated to just her. One of the most notable noises is this weird deep warbling sound that comes from deep in her chest, doesn't even have to open her mouth.

The first time Split ever saw Bive loose her grip a bit Bive wrapped her arms around Split and shoved her face into Split's shoulder. She was shaking and starting to squeeze a little too tight. Split quickly hugged her back tightly and rubbed up and down Bive's back. When she asked what was wrong she was not expecting Bive respond in tears and a wobbly voice "The pages wont stop turning! the radios wont stop talking!" Split gave her an odd look "Bivey I don't hear any radios....or books.....are you hearing things?" Bive sort of tensed up "you don't hear it? the mumbling over the radios? Someone is reading books too loud" Split just stood there rubbing Bive's back for a little while feeling so guilty Bive was suffering from auditory hallucinations for so long and she couldn't do anything to make it go away. After about 10 minutes Bive got the weighted blanket treatment with a warm cup of coco while Split scrubbed her fingers into Bive's scalp wich Bive very much enjoyed.

She has gotten into fights before, mostly with odd creatures she runs across during studies. Once she faced off with Pest! no one really won that fight because Walter broke the fight up. Pest was a bit caught off guard so he only got like one weak swing in and pulled her hair. Bive grabbed one of his horns and one of the mandles poking out from his mouth. She really was set on pulling the mandible off but luckily she didn't pull it off but she came pretty close, Pests mandible was sore for a little while after.

She fainted the first time she got on the elevator. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and anxiety around new people caused her to just hit the deck, what an introduction. All that happened was she stepped on, got stares because of her appearance, then Walter just said hi to her and her eyes rolled back into her head, she plopped down on her knees, then fell forward face first directly into the floor of the elevator. She stayed down, she did not move a muscle as Dr. RETRO and Infected stared at her. Infected nudged her with his foot and looked up at Walter with a worried expression and said "what the hell is this creature?"

Her feet, legs, and hands resemble that of a squirrel. She does have a tail but it's short, very short. It looks like a tail of a deer and Split screamed and pointed at it the first time she saw it as Bive took her trench coat off when it got a little too hot. It startled Bive and she ran away down a hallway.

She's....shockingly fast. Not crazy fast but it's still notable

She can't even count how many times she's had to say something like "I'm female" or "i'm a woman" anymore. It's common for her to be mistaken for a man.

Split has had to forcibly restrain her before, only 2 different times. She was spiraling into a massive freak out; pulling her own hair out, leaving scratch marks on the floor and walls, sometimes screaming, other times loudly rambling about anything and everything, biting herself, etc. Split was able to come up behind Bive and hugged her tight. She was able to trap her arms down at her sides and she instantly started trying to buck Split off. Screaming and yelling "no no! let go of me!! let go!! no!! Split!!" She kicked her feet and wriggled like a worm trying to get free. Split just held onto her while she thrashed around. It took about 10 or minutes but she started to calm down and stop fighting so hard, she'd exhausted herself. Split only let her go when her much calmer and very tired voice weakly croaked out "...ok....ok i'm ok now....thank you...thank you". The other time she actually tackled Bive to the ground and ended up having to pin her by holding her leg so she can't stand up. Party Noob was there for that one and tried to help by crouching down next to Bive's head and gently petting her head. Luckily it worked! Split and Party Noob did it!

#regretevator headcanon #bive headcanons #bive #regretevator split #Split loves Bive #She helps keep that poor woman grounded

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— CREATURE

/* Ramattra and Genji have a moment. */

"We are brothers in our oppression, if not in our ideologies."

"Yet you still call him brother."

The creature cants his head, peering at Genji as if the cyborg is a worm struggling in the dirt — dragged up by a heavy rain.

That is what Genji has taken to calling this beast of war. Creature. Not because of Ramattra's machinery or metal parts or rogue coils, but for the tint of the soul simmering wildly beneath those wires. The omnic sits in a meditative pose, bound by tight hardlight restraints that light the dark room with a faint teal glow. Stuck to the cement floor. Yet Genji feels small when pinned by that rough gaze.

"Your point, cyborg."

He could, maybe, pace. Be loose and liquid. Cocky, like Cassidy who'd entered the cell with a cigar and a swagger. Or Dr. Ziegler, stiff and no-nonsense and somehow far more spooky than Genji remembered her. His peers had pressed for knowledge about Null Sector's future plans and found only resistance against metal.

But Genji isn't here to interrogate.

He sits cross-legged in front of the Ravager. Elbows anchored on knees, chin resting between his palms. So small in the shadow of an omnic forced to bend.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Genji asks after a long moment of silence. Ramattra only stares. "I could ... bring you a pillow?"

"I have no need for your supplications."

Genji raises a brow. Supplications — as if, even imprisoned, Ramattra believes he holds a power worthy enough to make his captors grovel. Or, no. Not power.

Conviction.

Speaking of which.

Genji digs into the deep pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a single metallic orb. It hums with yellow light running through its intricately carved veins. The omnic before him tenses, like a widening of eyes.

"He wanted you to have this."

"I have no—"

"No need for it, yes. I told him you would say something like that."

But still, Genji places the orb on the ground and rolls it forward. It crosses the space between them and bops Ramattra on the knee.

The creature can neither accept nor deny the gift, arms restrained. His head tilts down to stare at it instead.

"It is an orb of har—"

"I know what it is."

Where others might see silence in the eerily still way Ramattra holds himself, Genji has spent enough time living with the Shambali monks to recognize the language of despair.

"Why did he not bring it himself?"

"I think you know the answer to that, too."

Genji unfurls, rising with practiced grace. He turns to leave the cell.

"What," Ramattra calls after him, voice a hateful, smooth rumble. "No questions on what I plan to do to you, your friends, your kind?"

The cyborg doesn't pause until he reaches the door, fingers on its handle.

"You would never hurt him, would you?"

"Explain."

"Zenyatta. You stand on opposing sides, but you would never hurt him."

If Genji senses confusion from the predator he's turned his back on, he doesn't speak word of it.

"Of course not," Ramattra says. "He is my brother."

A laugh spills from Genji like a bark. Harsh. Cold. He shakes his head. Tugs on the handle.

"I'll get you a pillow," he says, pulling the door shut behind him.

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How's bat mom with Cass, Steph, Barb and Duke? (Hope you're having a lovely day btw, I love your work so much, you're awesome)

You push back from your desk with a growl that was worthy of your husband and accept the cup of coffee Alfred proffered with a sigh. "Alfred, when is Bruce due back?"

"Late tonight I should think," he said, quirking an eyebrow, "why?"

"Because I've had it. Absolutely had it. 15 years and the man cannot leave my desk alone."

"Oh no-"

"I'm going to need all the wrapping paper I can get my hands on and at least 3 accomplices."

"Did I hear 'accomplices'? Dick asked grinning, rocking back on his heels.

"Yes," you answer, taking a sip from your mug.

"I'm down," he said beaming so broadly his molars gleamed. It had been a long time since he'd been complicit in helping you get back at Bruce for something and he'd missed the fuckery of it all.

______________

"Dude, c'mon," Tim said sticking his head in Duke's door, eyes gleaming, "Y/N is gift wrapping Bruce's study."

"Why-"

"A woman's desk is like her purse," Tim said nodding sagely. "She's tired of him reorganizing it to be efficient."

"Won't we get in trouble?" Tim shrugged, grinning, "Suit yourself," he said, jogging down the hall to the stairs towards the sounds of paper rustling and helpless giggling.

Duke couldn't help himself. Algebra sucked- and it was worth waking up early just to see what was happening. You were... something of an enigma to Duke. Always nice. Always helpful. But he never knew if you were messing with him or not.

He stood for a moment watching the chaos from the door way. Cass and Steph helping you wrap bright pink paper around Bruce's beloved desk chair while Tim argued with Jason about the best way to wrap the book case.

"We're not pulling punches," you call from where you were making a bow. "Every. single. Book."

"That's going to take forever," Jason said.

"So get moving," you snort.

And Duke can't help it. He picks up the scissors closest to hand and a tube of wrapping paper to go help.

"Ugh," Steph said crinkling her nose, "How can you eat those?"

You pause around a bite of sour gummy worm and shrug, "It was the first candy I ever ate."

"Was that before or after you lit a cult on fire, ma?" Jason asked, wrestling with the tape he'd lost the end of.

Duke looks up and watches you pause for a second, thinking, "Before? I dunno that whole week is a blur. All I know is that I walked into a hospital and a nurse gave me some? And I vaguely remember seeing what I know NOW is an episode of Dr. Who but at the time I thought it was a fever dream."

"How old were you?" Steph asked, interested.

"Not sure," you shrug, going back to your wrapping, "My dad wasn't real fond of any of us knowing the date but he never could figure out how the Doomsday calendar should work- it changed all the time. So older than 10 but not older than 14."

Cass nodded, stealing a gummy worm and resting her head for a second on your shoulder, grinning when you let your cheek rest on top of her head for a second.

"What the hell-"

"Y/N lived a weird life before B ordered her off the internet," Dick explained.

"It wasn't the internet," you sigh, "But there was a matchmaking service involved."

"What!" Stephanie yelped.

"He picked her because he thought she'd make a good house wife and she can build a hella good bomb-"

"Jason Peter."

Jason grinned unrepentantly and caught the discarded wad of paper you'd thrown at him deftly, tossing it to a waiting trashbag, "Yeah yeah. Ass. Shoulder blades. I know. You still make a really bad housewife."

"Pretty good mom though," Dick said, winking at Duke.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #Anon ask #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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*I crawls into your inbox; crawling like a worm*

Guess who underestimated the homework his teachers would leave her before Easter?

It was me 😍 and I lived the great experience of sleeping 3 hours (I don't recommend it, don't be like me) but thank God Easter finally arrived. I don't know if this happen in Brazil but México is too catholic to exist and if you are a student you have 1 beautiful week off because Jesus did his thing Hehehehe

Fun fact about me. It took me years to realize that the USA bunnies and eggs were for Easter. Like my head couldn't comprehend that we celebrate in theory the same thing or something similar because here instead of chocolate eggs there is blood, destruction and rebirth and stuff like that hahaha

Well, I will stop rambling about that and I'd better start rambling about our eternal debates.

Every time Coriolanus saw Persephone I had to laugh. Im so sorry 😭😭😭😭, I understand that it was a really traumatic experience to see a man mutilate a body to commit anthropophagy and not only he did it, Baby Persefone also ate ate human flesh unknowingly (although that's the most tragic thing about it you know? it's implied that Nero Price resorted to such an extreme measure because he had a family to feed, and the man may be named Nero -you can deduce a lot of things from that-, but I can't help but want to give him a hug because no one deserves to have to live through such anguish, all to avoid Baby Perse dying of famine ahhhh) but I just can't help but laugh when the poor girl is just existing and Coriolanus is screaming in his head "she's going to eat me, she's going to eat me, she's going to eat me"

Like dude. Thats a teenager who lived through war and famine in her childhood, not Hannibal Lecter 😭😭😭😭😭

While we know very little about Persephone outside of that incident, she strikes me as a pretty sweet girl by Capitol standards. I don't recall us having a description where she had an overbearing attitude (like Juno, oh she lives in my head for free) or made dehumanizing comments concerning the tributes.

In fact she was quite sorry about Arachne's death, and even though Coryo was being a jerk to her, Persephone gave him a hug under the impression that he was one of those most affected by said event.

She sent food and water to Mizzen every time he asked for it and in abundance. She teamed up with Festus to put together a joint strategy for their tributes to have a better chance of getting out alive and when the drone mess happened she wanted to talk diplomatically with Dr. Gaul because they were hacked and what she sent to Mizzen didn't arrive (and later the boy died) 🥺

Also Persephone is one of those who asks about Coriolanus when he is sent to D12. And the thing is, yes, I think all the mentors have a lot of potential to explore but under the specific theme of "people from the academy who could have been friends with Sejanus", Persefone seems like a good choice to me.

Especially because they have a lot of similarities in their relationship with Coriolanus: he pretends to like Sejanus and Persephone when in reality he is terrified of both of them and has contempt for them.

Besides the fact that she is Coriolanus' neighbor offers a LOT OF POTENTIAL 🤭 does she even know or suspect the Snows situation?, does she know and get along with Tigris?, wouldn't you love a snowjanus fanfic where they secretly date but she is the only one who knows they are boyfriends because she has seen Sejanus there all the time? MY GIRL PERSE IS JUST WAITING TO BE NOTICED!!!!

Speaking of academy students I'M SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VIEW ON PUP 😭 It's a somewhat cruel hc because damn he's been to Sejanus' house, he's experienced first hand the kindness of the Plinth and yet he resents it. He resents it because his father forced him to spend time with the scum of the district, because he's met him and realized in a way that none of his other peers know how different and vulnerable Sejanus is. It's fucked up. Very fucked up.

🤣 On the contrary I think Strabo and Pliny could get along really well, which is terrible for the whole family but also a hc too much fun to pass up. Btw I think it would be realistic for Mr Harrington to meet Crassus. Pls get together from time to time to do hate hour club towards Crassus (they don't invite Casca because he is too stoned but if he was sober oh boi what they could have done and what Sejanus would have suffered from having THE DEAN be a bitchy about a dead men with his father LMAO...)

As I mentioned to Crassus and Casca I think this is the time to discuss it because BUDDIE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. I love the very realistic aspect of absent or present parents, the past to say the least haunting and shaping the youth causing unintentionally events to repeat themselves - giving rise to very similar circumstances, continuing behaviors and ideologies (I wouldn't say History repeats itself because I'm a little historian in training and I get the pet peeve...)

IS VERY INTENSE.

The case of Coriolanus and Crassus is in my opinion one of the points that best reflects the discussion Suzanne mentioned wanting to explore with TBOSAS: nature vs. the environment. At what point does culture dictate nature and vice versa. Like Marina's song: Savages. Which is very deterministic in several aspects but I highlight this phrase:

Is it running in our blood? Is it running in our veins?

Is it running in our genes? Is it in our DNA?

Humans aren't gonna behave as we think we always should

Yeah, we can be bad as we can be good

Coriolanus did not know Crassus. And yet his influence over him is overwhelming. Which is quite striking when you consider that he knows NOTHING that tells him who his father really was, only the impression and roles that man played in other people's lives.

His grandmother told him of an exemplary son, a patriotic man, a Snow. Tigris spoke to him of a cold man, of someone full of hatred and terrifying. Casca spoke to him of the worst human being who ever walked the earth, of a traitor, cruel and wicked. And Strabo of someone who hated the people of the district and enigmatic.

All Coriolanus has are fragments and he has had to reconstruct his father from them.

That image is full of holes that Coriolanus had to actually fill in with himself. So while upbringing does influence character (the grandmother's role in Coriolanus' care, the woman who made Crassus, the Capitol itself and its ways), I think what ultimately determines his following in his father's footsteps is that he actually built him - his father - based on cultural and social aspects to which he had access so that being like him in such a similar way was something achievable.

I do not know if it is understood (and I think that the excess of homework made me lose my communication skills), but I mean that as Coriolanus does not really know who his father was, and can only try to define him through others who denounce him based on a social or cultural norm, to which he can aspire to pursue it is possible then that he can follow in his footsteps.

If Crassus were alive, if he were flesh and blood, capable of contradicting or affirming these denunciations on the basis of his coexistence with society, Coriolanus could not have been like him. He would have reacted to a living and unpredictable something because Crassus would be a flawless human.

And that mean something. Like Coriolanus idealizing his in a very strange way because she is dead, she is not a human anymore..., although all this argument is under the idea that your context shapes you. And we can't really ignore biology: Coriolanus bears a strong resemblance to Crassus physically. So how far do genetics go in determining character? When he was born blond and with blue eyes - the eyes of his father - was his fate sealed?

(As we know and you explained well when we discussed the choice of Coriolanus as protagonist: the final answer for Suzanne I think is a 50% - 50% and emphasizing that the important, the determining factor really lies in our own criteria and the choices we make and what each one of them implies and the responsibility we acquire of what socio-cultural ideas we decide to perpetuate).

Now my very personal opinion on Crassus and Casca.

While I like to slander the Snow's as much as anyone in this specific case I like to believe that there were no bad intentions because that makes it more fucked up lmao. I think Crassus genuinely liked Casca and actually believed he was doing his friend a favor since Casca mentions he was doing poorly in Dr. Gaul's class.

So think of it this way: Crassus knows his friend is in danger of missing class. They team up to do a paper in said class and on a night of drinking Casca is suddenly sharing a good idea, one that Dr. Gaul might specifically like!!!, it was his chance!!!!!

Crassus just needed to write a nice paper with what Casca his bestie already told him. "I'm sure Casca would thank me, I gave him the encouragement he needed to get his smart brain to think of something to avoid having a bad grade with dr. Gaul!!!!!" Yippee 😊

It's that horrible things happen because of good wills that to me is fascinating. Because Crassus had no way of knowing that they were going to go to war with the districts. Much less that the Capitol would win said war and that Dr. Gaul would implement the college project they did so they wouldn't lost grades

In what world would that happen?

I can tell you from experience but there is no more terrifying hotbed for atrocities than academia and its constant theorizing, hypothesizing, perhaps. People will say ABSOLUTELY WILD things as long as they view everything hypothetically.

Which is what Casca does. What Crassus sees and approves. And what Gaul implements because she knows best, how the world works.

I think Casca / Crassus in any case is a parallel to Clemensia / Coriolanus because Coryo also didn't believe that doing Dr. Gaul's work and lying about Clemensia's participation in it was going to bring such fatal consequences for her. And if you notice all the mentors didn't believe that they were actually going to implement their ideas.

They were surprised that dr. Gaul told them it was a possibility: it was at that instant that they discovered that the idea could cross the mind's field and become real.

As an aside. I once saw on tiktok a very interesting question and it was exactly at what point Casca will have started to hate Crassus? We know they argued after that incident but Casca could not have condemned Crassus at that point for the reasons he later does (creating the hunger games).

Maybe he complained because he got him drunk!!!, because he didn't write the paper right!!!, or because he didn't need to be saved from losing a grade with Dr. Gaul!!! (And I can very well see Crassus getting upset because: "what is wrong with Casca?!!!!!! I helped him and this is how he repays ME? How ungrateful!) but not because he ruined his life and condemned the districts.

Nah. That came later. Maybe when the first games happened, a youthful bitterness turned into Casca eternal condemnation.

With this, I don't want to say that I am against Casca / Crassus and Sejanus / Coriolanus parallels. ON THE CONTRARY I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!

In short, I can't help but wonder what Casca must have felt when he saw Sejanus blindly trusting a Snow. If he must have wanted to warn him or if every time he saw them together he thought of him and Crassus (the phrase "like a moth to the flame?," he projects himself). IT IS DELICIOUS AND CRUEL

A PART. See all the ideas we discussed about Sejanus' unfortunate fate if he had stayed in the Capitol?, most of them I got from Casca because I'm sure THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SEJANUS IF HE HAD STAYED.

Casca mentions that he tried to stop the games JULI!!! HE TRIED! AND MANY TIMES. We don't know what those attempts consisted of but we know they failed and not only that but they blew it. That man had a big guilt eating him alive and somehow everyone let him be a drug addict in an academy full of sons of the elite? I'm telling you that happened because they wanted it to happen!

Someone gave him morphiling. Someone gave him access to a dosis everyday. Someone let him become an addict without ever helping him get sober. Someone let him "embarrass" himself in front of other people, especially children.

Someone did everything they could so that NO ONE WOULD TAKE CASCA SERIOUSLY, so that he would self-destruct *I roll on the floor in consparanoia*

Well I'm normal again. I'll just say that this infodump is kind of like spoilers for the wedding fic because those are my headcanons and you'll ultimately see them there...

About the fandom and the movies:

Really the tribute actors deserve a lot of appreciation because they did wonders AND GOD YES I AM OBSESSED BY HOW AMAZING THE MARCUS ACTOR WAS. THE GUY DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK ONCE TO SEJANUS BUT HIS EXPRESSIVITY????! ughhh yes yes yes you are so right about the angeeer, the tiredness HE EXPRESS

😭😭 As you are also right about how much small changes contribute greatly to the quit any politic aspect of the films. Because even if they are one page or one line details, they were put there to help better convey the big message and getting rid of them, makes the story lose its intentions and strength (especially the choice of cast we already saw with Rue's case, that can provoke strong reactions and questioning, Katniss being played by someone POC would have raised a worse stir but at the same time would have forced an interesting questioning).

In def I think the biggest flaws of THG movies were the choice of main cast (except Peeta althought with this I dont mean I hate the main cast. I believe they were infredible!!! 🥺 but ugh the big message really feel and come a lot lest), focusing on the love triangle (that was so dumb... The triangle ITS LITERALLY ALMOST NON EXISTING IN THE BOOKS) and getting rid of the more disruptive parts (NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT DISABLE PEETA). I'm not surprised that happened, in fact that approach is the one that allowed the books to be adapted to the big screen: because those aspects respond to the market and its tastes.

It's the way you ensure a profit, a business, and although as people have grown older they have begun to appreciate THG more for its denouncing content, the truth is that I'm sure many of us approached the franchise because it seemed on the surface to be something far away and impossible, that had little to do with reality.

Because many products today are like that. Made by and for consumption, just like that.

Which brings me to fandom BECAUSE I NEED TO STUDY THEM / STUDY US. WE ARE SUCH AN INTERESTING CASE

Because you will see these people growing up reading extremely political books while consuming apolitical movies and then you find them in tiktok repeating propaganda and prejudices that the original work criticizes and denounces (both: 1. within the text. Perfect example: this point of people not understanding what Coriolanus does not despise privilege nor wealth but Sejanus having it and coming from the district -btw I agree with you on that. You EXPLAIN SO WELL WHAT REALLY HAPPEN AND MEANS.

2. Outside the text. Again LO DE RUE when her cast was announced???? Its a very sad but perfect example).

The human mind is fascinating. This thing you keep saying about the "death of the media's understanding", is a symptom of a larger issue that ends up clearly impacting how fans will interpret and interact with the text and the film, and that combines with each individual's experiences to get a particular albeit fucked up compression on what THG-TBOSAS means 😭 *scream*

Now.

I think we're all set to forget the angst and focus on the beautiful fix everything Latam Au. It's like happy hour, the candy world where no one gets ripped away from everything they know and forced to deal with violent xenophobia or engage in a macabre game to the death against other children that if you win will FUCK YOU FOREVER <3

I LOVE THAT LGB AND CORAL CAN UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO INTIMATELY ON SUCH A DIFFICULT SUBJECT AND HELP EACH OTHER!!!! Raising children as an adult is hard enough but you being both a child, a young person? My god the angst and panic and conflict 🥺 (I can imagine at one point LGB confesses to Coral that she has no idea what she's doing and it's weird to say it out loud because everyone thinks LGB somehow handles it well and is so cheerful and is always helping everyone but at nightfall it's hard, almost impossible to keep pretending and you know I think having Coral looking out for Mizzen around could be so refreshing not only because she could understand EXACTLY WHAT LGB WAS GOING THROUGH, but because I think that while Coral may seem tough and be very self-sufficient to someone like LGB who is so observant and intelligent she could see her struggle to keep going a lot of times and it's kind of like in seeing herself in someone else?? kind of like knowing that this other person who is going through the same thing not only shares the experience but have the same problems in dealing with it and it's like a relief because then bc LGB don't feel anymore like there's something wrong with her or some secret trick that she don't know about? Ah again I'm missing the point? I hope it's understood jsjsjsjsjs)

🤧💜 A part I love it because that implies Maude Ivory and Mizzen alliance, pls get them together to annoy Coriolanus and Billy Taupe (Coral probably shitalk about them so Mizzen is like "they are my enemies yes" and Maude Ivory confirms it and tells him she will help him in the attack because blackmailing Coriolanus and helping LGB to kick out BT is not enough LMAO) pd: JSJSKS IM SCREAMING BUT I APPROVE ALL ABOUT CORYO AND HIS LITTLE SISTER AND MAUDE IVORY. THEY ARE HIS DEMONS. HIS HELL

Btw I need LGB one day to write a nice song in Spanish to Coral ~

My contribution to the world is to make Strabo afraid of his wife asking for a divorce 🙏🙏🙏🙏 it will never be a bad day to bring it up and pls one year at the infamous Christmas fight Vesta threatens Strabo with divorce IN FRONT OF EVERYONE BECAUSE SHE WANTED A NICE DINNER WITH FAMILY NOT A BATTLE FIELD AND HE'S THE ADULT!!!!

(Although she probably scolded Sejanus too. RIP THE PLINTH BOYS THAT DAY)

What you added to the Snow family story is also canon I have said!!! (Although god we need to hug Mom Snow on this. She got the worst part and I would need to redo the research but I one saw something about a several economic crises in argentina caused migration in 80s / 90s, so while I need to check the years well, I propose that is the reason they leave Argentina and when they arrive Crassus as you say makes THE WORST DECISIONS AND RIP SNOWS FORTUNE)

I AGREED 💀 grandma was the one who manipulated little Snow into assimilating so brutally and I'm sure when Tigris and the others realized what baby Coryo was doing she feigned insanity over the matter:

"I don't know where he got those ideas from although it's not so bad for him to do that either..."

"GRANDMA!!!"

"🙄"

BTW I love the potential of Coriolanus fighting for attention. <3 AND OH YES. THAT'S WHY HE'S SO AMBITIOUS. I'm sure everyone paid attention to him ONLY when he won diplomas and stuff, so he became obsessed with that because he thought that was the way he was going to get that attention - love. Let's make it more tragic with Tigris being the only one who notices and tries to show him that he dont has to be exceptional for him to be loved? Which is more tragic considering what you say 😭

Because the cousins are still close. Tigris always felt pressured not only to meet the expectations of her own parents (I don't think they were strict or cold but the type support her and are proud? Which is not a bad thing but makes her afraid of disappointing them so bad) and her own dreams AND to be a role model for Coriolanus, her baby cousin who looks up to her and who she knows feels ignored by his mother and only has the evil and delusional grandmother putting bad ideas in his head.

But once Tigris is there it is TOO MUCH. She tries to push her limits but maybe she got really sick from stress and had to accept that she couldn't. And it was such a blow because she was supposed to make her parents proud, she would be the perfect, smart girl she wanted to be and even more so she would be the role. THE MODEL that Coriolanus WANTED TO BE? And now she is none of that anymore??? 🥺

I can see how she would be too scared of the idea that if Coriolanus finds out he would not only be disappointed but at the same time let's say he would no longer love her for "be a fake / " Bc she knows he was trying SO HARD to achieve the same sucess that she "had" (and then if you think about she finding out Coriolanus still lies to people about his damn origin).

Tho that fear would ultimately increase with him living with her because even if Coriolanus relieved a lot of her loneliness and discomfort, now is THERE. He can found it.

BTW TIGRIS AND CORYO DRINKING MATE TOGETHER THE FIRST DAY AMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THEY ARE ADORABLE they sure ate alfajores too 😭😭 💖💖

Little scene: A friend from Argentina told me that apparently if you say thank you while they give you mate is the same as saying you don't want it anymore so pls Sejanus visiting them and they give him mate and HE OBVIOUSLY IS GOING TO SAY THANKS WHEN THEY GIVE IT TO HIM AND CORIOLANUS TAKES IT AWAY IN HIS FACE AND LEAVES HIM VERY CONFUSED AND Tigris is like CORYO HE DOESN'T KNOW BRING THE MATEEEE XDDDD jsjsjsjsjs

About college and stuff being drama kids:

🤭💖💖 it makes me so happy and proud that you are more willing to take care of you over homework and these things, that tells me you will probably had so much good for your time in college, and oh buddy I understand the horror of buses to get around campus. It's a mess

And yes the good thing is that besides learning a lot, getting lost eventually becomes a fun story to tell others (I have such memorable stories jsjskwjw). I hope you have been doing well this week. Anything you want to tell me please do!!!! And I hope this coming week if you have classes everything goes well and you enjoy it 🤗

HSJSKSKSKSJS IT'S A HORROR TO BE A THEATER FAN AND NOT SPEAK ENGLISH. THE MANY TIMES I WATCHED VIDEOS OF DOUBTFUL ORIGIN AND THE WORST IMAGE QUALITY EVER but sacrifices had to be made if you wanted to enjoy the shows ah.

That's shocking news to me lmao bc I was always a Burr girl. Wait for it really altered my brain chemistry at 14 😭😭😭😭 and HIS SONGS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE although Non stop and Hurricane have special places in my little heart.

CELL BLOCK TANGO DEF CHANGES LIVES I SWEAR 😳😳😳😳😳 AND YES YES THE FANTASMA IS STILL SO GOOD (stop me or I'll make an au of that too LMAO, although YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THE WICKED AU. WHAT IS THIS FEELING? IS THE ULTIMATE CORIOLANUS SONG. HE WILL DIE IN DENIAL RATHER THAN ACCEPT HE'S IN LOVE WITH SEJANUS AHHHHHHHHH).

I appreciate the recommendation <3

I really liked both versions and this lines stayed with me and I think they IS SO SEJANUS CODED:

"Fica na minha sombra, eu posso ser teu rastro"

🤡... About my new recommensation. Um. I actually got one last snowjanus song in Spanish this week although it's good know I'll be able to recommend the ones in English next time JSJSKSJSB

PLEASE PICTURE THIS: SNOWJANUS IN LATAM AU.

THE SONG IS:

Don - Miranda!

😈😈 I will see you soon Juli and yes you can call me Ika

IKAAAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!! 😭

(and also omg I FEEL YOU, it's unreal bc here before the easter is when the teachers pass even MORE assignments than the normal, IT'S SO CRUEL- I hope you're able to rest this week!!! take care, srsly)

((and also, mexico and brazil are siblings regarding this, each catholic holiday I wake up and I'm like "graças a deus nasci na américa latina 🙏"))

LSKLSKLSKLSKLS gonna be honest with you: when I was a child, I watched usamerican movies and stuff, and I was like "my god, how dumb these kids are to think that a BUNNY will bring them chocolate EGGS???" because here we do have the chocolate, but we all know it's our parents who buy it 😭 and ofc there's also the gore element associated with easter (mini me was terrified of the jesus image covered in blood and suffering like that)

CORIOLANUS WAS SO MEAN TO HERRRRRR (in his thoughts, ofc, but STILL). but yes!!!! I was watching recently sociedad de la nieve, and what horrified me the most in the movie (and tbf, in every single media that talks abt cannibalism for survival) is how DESPERATE, how HUNGRY you must be to decided to eat another human. and I'm going to be very, very honest here: if crassus snow was around during the war (in the snow household, I mean), I don't doubt he would do the same, taking desperate measures to feed his family. and in nero price's case, it goes even far, because he did it not only to feed himself, he did it to feed his daughter. how hungry baby persefone probably was for him to decide doing this? but you're so right, it was so freaking funny exactly because of how ABSURD it isKLSKLSKLSKL

(and also, on a more serious tone and disregarding how funny coriolanus' delusions are, it's also worth saying it highlights how coriolanus lacks empathy even for people who are from the same social circle as him, but he isn't close to)

and absolutely yes!!! persephone seemed very sweet to me, and I absolutely agree with everything you said, I couldn't have put it better!! and particularly, I wonder if the whole thing abt what her father done spread through the capitol social circle. after all, rich people hang out together, they talk together, they go to afternoon teas and everything. this kind of gossip spread quickly. I wonder if the other kids from the academy knew, if they pretended to like her just like coriolanus, or if she was also isolated. ANYWAY.

(AND OMG I FORGOT SHE WAS HIS NEIGHBOUR THAT'S TRUEEEEEEE that's such a good idea for a fanfic!!!! imagine persephone being so quiet, she's that kind of person who doesn't talk much, but she's always observing and looking around... but coriolanus doesn't even think about worrying about her looking through the window, so he isn't so careful when he invites sejanus over. but persephone sees, she notices, and she starts noticing other things in school that make things make even more sense... and every single time coriolanus and sejanus are sitting together, she's there like 👀)

and you're so right, it's so cruel 😭 because there are plenty of rumors regarding the plinth family on the wealthy social circle on the capitol, but pup knows these aren't truth, because he went inside their house, he ate from their food, he knew ma plinth's kindness and he knew that sejanus was sweet (bc sejanus actually tried to bond with him, despite the awkwardness; he was happy that pup liked some stuff he liked too), and still, pup participated in the vicious bullying campaign, he even said some of the mean rumors were true (even though he knew they weren't, he knew very well)

this is even more fucked up than the stuff arachne does, for example, because arachne never set foot on the plinths' apartment. pup did. pup knew. and still he went and did it.

NAHHH JUST IMAGINE IT, strabo inviting pliny's family to their apartment. poor vesta is there suffering bc his wife CLEARLY doesn't like her, sejanus and pup are in an awkward silence... and pliny and strabo are there chatting and having fun shittalking about other rich people from the capitol lmaoooo (AND POOR SEJANUS BRO 😭 he wouldn't even be able to take casca highbottom, THE casca highbottom, seriously anymore bc he looks at that man and all he can see is the guy who drinks in his couch with his pa and called crassus snow a whiny little bitch)

(before we get into crassus and casca, I just wanted to say that it's SO cool you're going to be a historian!!! srsly, it was my dream course when I was a child)

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABT SAVAGES BY MARINA!!!! not only it really describes this whole discussion, but it's also a very tbosas-coded song, tbh!!

and YES YES YESSSS YOU PUT IT PERFECTLY INTO WORDS!!!!! coriolanus idolizes crassus because, despite knowing what other people said about him, he never knew him (this also may be a reach, but what coriolanus thinks of crassus is what he thinks as the ideal man, the ideal dad, the ideal person, the person coriolanus aims to be, and even a bit of himself; and all of that is also a mix of everything he hear about crassus: everything, including the bad things, and in the end, coriolanus molded himself into what he thought of crassus snow, but without ever knowing him). you know that phrase, "never meet your heroes"? sometimes, it's not just because they're straight up assholes, it's because they're humans with flaws, and therefore, they can't be idolized. we can't create a perfect version of them in our heads (because that's what we do with people we don't know, we never talked to; we create versions of them in our heads, as if they're characters).

and that's what coriolanus does with his dead father.

(and yes!!! I've seen a BRILLIANT post earlier where the person made comparisons between lgb, coriolanus and sejanus and the three mains philosophers who mold the tbosas narrative; but even though there are three main philosophers, there are also plenty of other debates sprinkled there. and one of the debates I can see is the determinism. right before the start, when we know that the main character is coriolanus snow, we can bring ourselves to ask: is it a matter of fate, of genetics, of nature? or is it purely choice, a matter of society, a matter of envinroment? and the answer is both... even though we know what weighs the most.)

I REALLY like your interpretation of crassus and casca, and actually, it makes things even more tragic and horrible. that's what they say, isn't it? that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. and also, this is even much more interesting because in the end, it's a big butterfly effect. imagine if casca never got drunk that day. it was a small thing, a small action that ended up causing the most terrifying and horrible event in panem, an event that keeps going and going for more than 70 YEARS. we're talking about 1701 dead children (and I didn't count the 75th quarter quell). and all because of a night casca got drunk... and what possibly was what crassus thought to be a good action.

AND OH MY GODDDDDDDDD I DIDN'T THINK ABT IT!!!!!! AND IT!!! MAKES!!! SO!!! MUCH!!! SENSE!!! I'M SCREAMING

specially because when you think better abt it, coriolanus did almost the same to clemensia (he put her name on a horrific assignment for the games where he said the most horrific things, things SHE didn't completely agree on) because she was mourning over arachne. and he did it much before knowing about what crassus had done.

this maybe doesn't mean anything. but it maybe does. it's just interesting to think abt.

and about the question about when casca started hating crassus: this makes things even worse because... even if casca was mad at first bc of the assignment, let's suppose he didn't hate casca right away (which I think he didn't; why would he hate him like that bc of that? it doesn't make sense to me, at least). that means he probably mourned over his death.

and this also means he probably hated crassus when he was dead, when he couldn't even scream on his face about how much of a DICK and an ASSHOLE and a HORRIBLE human being he was.

I'm sick.

I LOVE THIS THOUGHT, even though it's SO tragic and cruel. imagine casca seeing sejanus and coriolanus pairing up for a school work, and he immediately separates them and makes sejanus do the work with someone else. coriolanus thinks that it's because casca hates him, but it's actually other thing. it's fear. not only fear for sejanus and his fate, but if the first time what happened were the hunger games... then what the hell will happen on the second time? what's as bad as the hunger games, or even worse, that coriolanus snow could do?

and omg you're a GENIUS, BECAUXE EXACTLYYYYYY. because even if casca got addicted by himself, even if it were his choices... nobody helped. nobody did a thing. and it was definitely a choice to let him teach at the academy in his state, without anyone doing anything. if a new generation sees that man, that stoned and addicted man who constantly embarass himself, saying stuff about how the games are bad and yada yada yada... who'll believe him? who'll take him seriously? the new generation would never give in to these ideas.

the casting for tbosas is amazing, all of the actors give their lives for these characters, but the TRIBUTES, ALL OF THEM DESERVE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, REALLY.

and yessssssss!!!! I'm not really against casting actors who are different from the book characters, unless we're talking about whitewashing. the thing is, if they kept the descriptions we're given in the book AT LEAST about the seam characters, it would've made a HUGE different in the storytelling. and I agree, I DEFINITELY don't hate the main cast, in the end, I think they did a great job (specially josh hutcherson, he was such a good choice for peeta), but it really weakned some of the messages from the book... and abt the love triangle, the thing is, this was not even the most evil thing of the hunger games marketing from that time 😭 I know it's a common thing that the movie needs to make money, and that capitalism is a bitch, but idk, it's so WEIRD seeing some of the stuff that were marketed around the release time of the movies, specially when we're talking abt a movie like the hunger games.

(there was one thing that REALLY marked me, that was when the marketing team did a line of nail polish, and each color was inspired by a district + the capitol, and the announce had ppl dressed with capitol-like clothes and wigs. and like, it's not rlly a big deal, it's just nail polish, but idk, I wouldn't mind if it was the characters' names or something.... but this always unsettled me so much, it rlly sounded like something the capitol would do, like, "buy the nail polish of your favorite district!!!")

oh and absolutely 😭 SPECIALLY people who did the reverse way, and by that, I mean reading/watching divergent first and THEN reading/watching the hunger games. don't get me wrong, I'm not a 100% divergent hater (even tho I do have my beef with it), but the dystopia in the book is much more of a background thing than a way to denounce stuff. what matters the most is the romance and the characters... where in the hunger games, it's exactly opposite.

and you're so right!!!! even the way ppl talk about watching, reading, listening to thing, it's SO UNSETTLING. they don't say "I watch a lot of fantasy", they say "I CONSUME a lot of fantasy". the popularization of the word "content creator", too. and all of these are easy things, things to watch and ready quickly to pass on the next.

(and this leads me to reflect that nowadays, I feel like fandoms last so much less than older fandoms... exactly because people will move on quickly to the next new thing. they won't take their time to appreciate, to talk about the characters, to make fun memes and read fun fanfics and analyze characters, no, not anymore. but this is just an impression I have, I may be wrong... who knows, right?)

OH THE HUNGER GAMES FANDOM IS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE WHEN WE TALK ABOUT THIS.

like, I SWEAR TO GOD, I've seen people saying that snow isn't the true villain from the hunger games, GALE is. and I'm not a big fan of gale, don't get me wrong, definitely not my favorite character... but how the hell they read three books about a horrible oppressive society and then decide that the oppressed, desperate teenager is the villain, and not the terrible, cruel dictator??? GOD SEND THE FLOOD ALREADY, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. and this is not even the WORST take I've seen about this kind of stuff. and yessssss exactly 😭 the rue one, specifically, got me SO shocked, because it really showed how people read the book, but they don't really read the book, they consume it. it was not even a matter of interpretation, it was on the TEXT, and still, people's first instinct was to read the text in a shallow way to the point they completely IGNORED a character's description and imagined them as white.

and as you said, this is a larger issue, because we see this everywhere, in every media that tries to be more political and send a message, because people can't bring themselves to THINK, to ABSORB, to ANALYZE stuff. this all is really concerning, thinking about the future and how fandom culture is slowly changing into a tiktokfication of it (ppl get into a new fandom, enjoy it quickly, don't stop to really think about the takes and stuff, and then move to the next shiny thing; everything is too quick-paced).

I complained too much, sorry 😭 it's just that I think a lot abt these stuff, hopes it made sense the things I said

BUT LET'S GOOO, LATAM AU <3 the only way I can be happy as a tbosas fan lmao

LUCY GRAY AND CORAL, MY BELOVEDSSSSSS, it's even more special bc like, coral feels out of place in the neighbourhood because she can't really relate to the people there, and even though lucy gray LOVES her neighbourhood, she loves the people there, there's no one else she can talk about this, it's a different and very specific type of loneliness. AND YESSSSSSS, they're two sides of the same coin!!! lucy gray always seem cheerful and happy to everyone, while coral seems tough, as if nothing scares her, as if she can handle everything. where, actually, they're struggling; they were barely adults when they started raising literal CHILDREN, and they feel so lost, and so alone even though they try to keep the facade that everything is okay and fine. but at least they have each other <3 and again, with coral, lucy gray doesn't feel like she's messing everything up, because she sees, she knows coral struggles just like her, so it's not like there's something wrong with her, it's not like she's doing everything wrong. I love this concept so much <3

YESSSS MAUDE IVORY AND MIZZEN WOULD BE SUCH A CHAOTIC DUO, they would make billy taupe's life HELL, but now they have a new victim and it's coriolanus 😭 coriolanus can't BELIEVE he's being bullied by two children. it started only with lucy gray, but it didn't take long for mizzen to tag along lmaoooooo

(LGB WRITING A SONG IN SPANISH TO CORAL OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSS make it even cuter if lucy gray is rehearsing it and coral listens to her by accident. but the thing is: coral doesn't know spanish, so she has no idea what the song is saying, just that it's very beautiful. she asks lucy gray what it means, and lucy gray simply answers that it's about someone very special. coral thinks it's about coriolanus and she comes back home that night fuming, poor girl)

THIS IS TO FUNNY I'M SCREAMINGKLKSLSKLSKLKLS BUT MA PLINTH SOUNDED SO SERIOUS WHEN THREATNING HIM, HE DIDN'T EVEN DARE TO SAY ANYTHING THE REST OF THE DINNER. and of course sejanus got his share of her fury, boy almost cried in despair because he never saw his ma SO angry

(at least they had the dinner in peace that night tho)

((and they actually didn't fight for, like, 3 months, it was a record))

mama snow REALLY got the worst 💔 and yes!!!! in the 80s/90s, a lot of south american countries were going through the same horrible economic crisis, because most of them were finally getting rid of the violent dictatorships funded by the usa, and this affected deeply the economy of said countries (I don't know if the same phenomenon happened in argie, but in brazil, specifically, inflation got SO bad that the staff at stores had to walk around with little machines to change the price tags of stuff because the price would rise by THE HOUR. you would buy something that in the morning costed, idk, let's say 5 dollars; by the night, the SAME THING would be costing 10 dollars, and in five days, the SAME thing could be costing 20 dollars). it makes A LOT of sense for crassus to decide to leave around that time.

I JUST KNOW THAT WOMAN WOULD PRETEND SHE WASN'T DOING ANYTHING. she would be like "uhhh idk where little coryo got these ideas from, maybe it's from his school :/"

I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN RIGHT NOW 💔 tigris being the one who tells him how special he is, how he's such a smart boy and he's already enough the way he is, he doesn't need to study like this, or push himself so hard like this... and he would turn to her and be like "no, tigris, the only way I'm worthy is by being exceptional!!! I want to be just like you!! I want to work hard and go to college, just like you!!!" and even though she knows that his overachiever thoughts are not really healthy, her heart melts, because coriolanus admires her so much, he wants to be like her, so she feels on the obligation of being the role model he adores. but everything fails, and she feels like a huge failure, even though her parents say it's fine and she can take her time, what matter it's her health, even though she talked to mrs. plinth about it and she reassured tigris that tigris is young, she has so much time ahead. and still, she feels like a failure. she feels like she failed, like she failed coriolanus, and EVEN MORE now that he goes to live with her, and when he asks about her college, and he says about how he loved talking about how his cousin was amazing and was studying in new york with an incredible scholarship, she can't even bring herself to look into his eyes bc of how ashamed she feels.

I'M SO UNWELL. BRB, I'M GOING TO CRY ON A CORNER.

OMG coriolanus would lie and pretend he didn't miss eating alfajor, he would make a boring face like "meh", but HE MISSED IT OKAY, HE MISSED IT, IT TASTED LIKE HIS CHILDHOOD. he would NEVER admit it out loud, but tigris knows how to recognize his feelings and she's so happy <3

LSKSLSKLSKLKSLSKSLKLSKLS I'M SCREAMINGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭 now, coriolanus is like "he's in OUR house, OUR rules" and tigris is fighting with him bc LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE OH MY GOD, STOP BEING A DICK- and poor sejanus is just there, existing while the cousins bicker

tysmmmmmmm!!! 🥹 LSKSLSKLS the getting lost stories are always the best if we not consider the whole despair, it's really the definition of "we'll be all laughing of it at the future" 😭 thankfully this week have been good, despite very tiring, and thankfully this week I'll be FREE <3 but tysm for asking, and I really hope things are going good for you and your classes <3

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THE IMAGE QUALITY IS NOT EVEN THE WORST, IT'S THE SOUND, because we ALREADY don't speak english 100%, and now w have to try to understand it with the sound ALL MESSED UP 😭😭😭😭 there were SO many times where I watched a video and the audio was so bad I couldn't understand SHIT, I was smiling and nodding all along pretending I was getting it, and when I saw someone from the fandom talking abt a line, I would get so confused

being an a.ham girlie unfortunately is the past I try to hideLSKSLKSLKLS but wait for it is SO good, when I heard it first it didn't affect me much, but listening to it after being older... IT HITS. IT HITS HARD. I AM THE ONE THING IN LIFE I CAN CONTROL, my GODDDDD. and hurricane got me HOOKED, I would listen to it over and over again.

PLEASE, MAKE A PHANTOM AU, I BEG YOU 🙏 (AND YESLSLSKSLSKLSKLS and also, there are so many other songs that could fit too!!! I was listening to popular in specific and imagining it and it got me cackling 😭)

I'm so happy you enjoyed the recs!!!! 🥹 AND YESSSSS THAT LINE IS SO SEJANUS CODED

I've listened to the song and all I could envision is: IT'S CORIOLANUS' POV OF THE LATAM AU. SRSLY, IT'S 100% CORIOLANUS' POV. I'M SCREAMINGGG

(and alsoLSKSLSKSL but I can't wait for the eng recs!!!)

(also, I wanted to recomment another song, hope it's okay: jão - idiota. LITERALLY SNOWJANUS. I won't even say much, it's just LITERALLY SNOWJANUS.)

take care ika!!! hope you're doing fine, see ya soon <3

EDIT: buddie I've just read your other ask with more calm, and OH MY GODDDDDDD I'M SHAKING!!!! THE WAY I LET OUT A LITTLE SCREAM!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 I holding myself back so hard now to not comment on it by just let me make you know that I'm SCREAMINGGG

#tbosas #tbosas movie #ask #analysis #au #rambling #my silly little thoughts

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oneandonlychicago · 2 years

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Happier Than Ever - Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead (Part 1)

Summary: Reader finally ends a shitty relationship with Connor. Will has always been the one picking up the pieces! …just roll with it! 😅

Paring: Connor Rhodes x Reader, eventually Will Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Angst on Connor’s part, cute fluff on Will’s

To be in a relationship with the Connor Rhodes is something most girls could only dream of and somehow for you it had become a reality. Only the reality, that was once sunshine and rainbows, was quickly slipping away and returning to bite you in the ass.

What began as the perfect relationship was crumbling before you. At the beginning Connor would take you out for lavish dates and surprise you with expensive gifts, anytime outside of work was spent together and it always used to make you smile when Maggie would pair you together to work on a patient. Now you barely spent anytime together, in fact you barely saw him at all. You understood and was fully accepting of his choice to become a cardio thoracic surgeon, completely aware that would take more of his time but it had got to a point where you felt all but forgotten. Evenings together turned into evenings of non-stop arguing that ended with Connor storming out, leaving you feeling like the bad guy until an expensive bouquet of flowers appeared outside your door or at the nurses station at work.

The situation became even harder to ignore when Dr Ava Bekker joined Dr Latham’s team alongside Connor. You hadn’t let yourself get stuck in that hole but there were signs you couldn’t ignore because eventually you got the proof that proved your suspicions was correct and of course once Doris knew the whole ED was aware. As soon as Will found out he dropped everything and left to find you, signing his remaining patients for the day over to Ethan before heading to his car and making his way to your apartment. You didn’t even stop to change as you stormed into the doctors lounge and smacked the code into your locker before scooping out your keys and phone and heading straight to your car. How you managed to make it home alive was anyones guess, barely being able to see the road in front of you through the tears and even once you had got home those tears showed no sign of stopping, your heart leaping into your throat at the knock at the door.

“Y/N it’s me?” You were relieved to hear Will’s voice on the other side, fully expecting it to be Connor trying to worm his way out of it by making excuses. “Can I come in?”

“Thank god it’s you!” Your voice was still shaky from crying as you opened the door, Will’s heart sinking at the state Connor had put you in, still in your scrubs from work while your eyes were already becoming bloodshot along with your puffy tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Y/N!” Will looked at you sadly as he dropped his bag to the side and pulled you into his chest, one hand squeezing you as tightly as he could while the other cradled the back of your head, swaying you gently as you sobbed. “I came as soon as I found out what he did!”

“Found out or saw?” You mumbled against him.

“Maggie told me, you know once Doris knows something it’s not longer a secret!” Will explained with a soft chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you out of those scrubs!”

Gently taking you by the shoulders, Will directed you to your bedroom as you sat on the end of the bed while he fetched you some comfier clothes from your dresser.

“Here.” He smiled as he placed the sweater and leggings beside you. “I’ll be just out there if you need me!”

“Thank you Will!” You tried to smile although your watery eyes gave you away.

“You know I’m always here if you need me!” Will replied softly as he gently rubbed your shoulder, this wasn’t the first time he had come to the rescue nor the second. The worse your situation with Connor had gotten the more Will would keep an eye out. He hated what Connor was doing to you and always wished he’d said something at lot earlier but you had begged him not too, begged him to stay out of it as it would only end in you and him being accused of what you now knew Connor was guilty off.

Will had often wished he’d stepped in and swept you away before Connor had even got a chance to lay his eyes on you, you didn’t deserve any of this, to be treated like you were nothing and it tore Will apart. He was skeptical of your relationship with Connor from the start, not trusting a man born into that much wealth to think with his heart but of course everything seemed fine at the start, you were happy and to Will that’s all that ever mattered.

While Will waited for you to return he took the chance to change out of his own scrubs, he too had grabbed everything and left as soon as he found out what Connor had done and hadn’t thought twice about changing his clothes. Once into something clean he made his way to the kitchenette to find something quick and easy to make the two of you for dinner, a little startled when you came out rustling in a nearby drawer and slamming it shut after finding what you need.

When you didn’t return after a little while Will decided to knock on the bedroom door you had shut yourself behind.

“Y/N?” Will called your name softly as he turned the handle to let himself in, walking in to see you frantically throwing anything that belonged to Connor in a trash bag. “What’s going on?”

“Will I’m done!” You paused to take a breath, between the crying and frantic moving around you could barely breathe. “He’s out!”

“Ok?” Will was trying not smile, trying not to let his own feelings for you get too much in the way, that was the last thing you needed. “Well I’m gonna make you something to eat, call me if you need anything!”

“I know what you’re thinking, that I should’ve done this a lot sooner!” You cried. “But it’s never been that easy!”

“Hey hey I know!” Will cooed as he walked round to you, holding you close to his chest as you broke down once again. “I’d never tell you what you should and shouldn’t do but I have always said you were happier without him!”

“I should’ve listened to you before, saved myself months of being miserable!” You sniffed as Will pulled back to look at your face.

“Hey you did what you thought was right, none of this is in anyway your fault!” Will held your face in his hands as he spoke, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Connor’s the monster here not you!”

“He’ll turn up at the door at any moment and try to argue his way out of it!” You took a deep breath as you tried to compose yourself. “If he hasn’t tried to buy me back first!”

“Well you’re not gonna let him!” Will carefully moved the hair that was sticking to your face from your tears out of your face. “When he does turn up throw his stuff out in the hallway and tell him it’s over!”

“He’ll go mad when he sees you!”

“Then let him, he’s the one that’s guilty!”

“Yeah but I’ll be the one left feeling guilty!” You began to sob again.

“That’s why I’m staying right by your side!” Will smiled. “I’m not leaving you alone with him again!”

“Thank you!” You sniffed as you heard the loud and angry knock of Connor outside the door. “Oh god!”

“You can do this!” Will rubbed you arm reassuringly. “I know you can!”

You took one last deep breath before grabbing the trash bag of Connors belongings from the bed and heading towards the door. Opening it without a word and throwing the bag straight at Connor.

“Y/N what’s…” Before Connor could finish you cut in.

“It’s over!” You said in one shaky breath, not even able to fully look at him.

“What do you mean it’s over?” Connor almost laughed at the words. “Can we at least talk?”

“I’m done talking Connor!” You sniffed. “How many times have we been in this situation and yet nothing changes, you don’t care about me anymore and I don’t think you ever did!”

“Of course I care?” Connor replied as if you had just said something stupid stepping forward into your apartment, not immediately noticing Will’s presence. “What ever made your think I… of course Will’s here!”

“Don’t you dare!” You scowled, your voice lowering in warning against the accusations you knew were about to fly your way. “You’ve barely been home for months, I hardly see you and the only time we do see each other it’s spent arguing!”

“I don’t understand what you want me to do?” Connor started to snap back. “We’ve talked things out before and been ok?”

“Are you really that blind? No we haven’t!” You were right on the end of your tether and moments away from fully letting rip. “If ‘fine’ is you trying to buy me back with some expensive gift and making me feel guilty?”

“You’ve never mentioned any of this before?”

“Because what’s the point? You never listen, you’re too wrapped up in work and that goddamn hybrid OR to even remember I exist!”

“That’s not true!” Connor went to step forward sensing Will moving on the couch behind you. “Does he have to be here?”

“He is the one that’s actually been there for me, the one who cleans up your messes!” You were now smiling as you went on to tell Connor how Will had been doing the things he should’ve been. “Unlike you he actually cares!”

“So what’s not to make me think you’ve been sleeping with him?” Connor spat as Will made to move.

“Will don’t!” You turned to the red head as he backed off.

“Well?” Connor stood waiting for an answer.

“I’d never stoop that low because I loved you!” You almost squared up to Connor. “Who do think you are to make comments like that when I saw you with Ava in that damn hybrid OR!”

“I…I didn’t …it was a mistake?” Connor began to stutter, trying to think of a quick excuse for his crappy actions.

“Don’t waste your time! Nothing you say will work!” You sighed as Will stepped a little closer to you.

“Can this ginger prick please leave?” Connor’s anger started to turn towards Will.

“Yeah that’s not happening!” Will almost smiled, angering Connor more.

“I asked him to stay because I knew you’d be like this!” You growled. “The only person that needs to leave is you!”

“Why?” Connor said with a smirk that made both you and Will want to punch it right off his face.

“Because you’ve done nothing but ignore me and reel me in by using your money!” You shouted. “And then you cheated on me with the person you were ignoring me with! You say you’re nothing like your father but you are an exact copy of him! You think you can buy your way through life, get out of everything because you have a little more money than most but not this time!”

“So that’s it?” Connor shrugged, acting like he was the one hard done by. “After everything I’ve done for you and you throw the father card at me”

“Just leave me alone!” You voice quieter now as you waited for Connor to get the point and go. “I’m done!”

“Y/N?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” You snapped your patience wearing paper thin and your body about to cave beneath you.

“You’ll regret this!” Connor spat as he walked to the door.

“No she won’t!” Will replied calmly as he held the door open and waited for Connor to walk out before letting it slam shut in his face, watching as you slowly slumped down to the floor. “Come here!”

Will gently helped you up from the floor before wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you to his chest as you sobbed your heart out on his t-shirt.

“Hey you did it!” Will spoke softly as he gently swayed you in his arms. “And I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you for staying!” You replied muffled against his chest.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” Will smiled resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Why do I feel guilty?” You sighed as you stepped back.

“Because that’s how he’s always made you feel, come on!” Will replied as he placed his hands softly on your shoulders and walked you to the couch as you both sat down, Will taking your hands in his. “You just did one of the hardest things there is, you finally got rid of someone who was making you miserable and it was not ok for him to treat you the way he did but he’s gone now! It might hurt for a little while but I know you’ll get past it and you’ll be happier than ever!”

“He was my everything for so long and now he’s gone!” You sniffed as Will pulled you into his arms again.

“I know he was but you did what you had too!” Will’s voice was soft as he placed a comforting kiss to your forehead. “I know it might not seem like it now but once you’ve had time to deal with this and you feel more comfortable you’ll find someone who’s crazy about you and will treat you the way you should’ve always been treated!”

As he shuffled to the end of the couch and placed a cushion on his lap, patting it for you to lay down and rest your head, he wondered whether you had picked up that he was referring to himself although he wasn’t going to push it. All you needed right now was a friend and he was happy to be just that as you curled up with your head on his lap, still crying and sniffing as he soothingly rubbed your arm. Listening out for when your emotionally wrecked body finally gave into sleep before quietly putting the tv on, his hand automatically resting on the top of your head as he gently moved his thumb back and forth as you slept finally in some kind of peace. Eventually he’d need to tell you about his feelings but he was more than happy to keep waiting, the last thing he wanted was to cause you anymore pain.

#one chicago #chicago med #will halstead #connor rhodes #connor rhodes x reader #will halstead x reader #connor rhodes x you #will halstead x you #just roll with it 😅#this was inspired by the song ‘Happier Than Ever’#the Kelly Clarkson version though!

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my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu · 4 months

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Get Up and Go!!

Yet another fic before my kobra vs car fic, anyways, peach on the crash track. I chose sport bikes because that's what I always imagined and I want one. the race isn't accurate because idgaf, let me a live in a world with pcp and fast cars that all go together with a dead movie star!

"Ready?!" Scene Queen Shouted from the right sideline, flag up.

Peach leaned forward on their bike. Shoulders ahead of hips.

"Set?!" Star yelled from the left side line, flag up.

Ze lifted a foot off the ground and put it on the foot peg.

"Andddddd-!" Demi Devil started, Peach flipped down the visor to their helmet. Letting zer arms rest, hands lightly gripping the handles.

It felt like time slowed.

"GO!" Demi screamed, all flags waving downwards. Peach quickly hit the acceleration and lifted zer foot off the ground and onto the left foot peg.

The pure force from the speed, and wind hit them immediately, not letting that slow them, they tried their damnedest to go faster. And fuck did it work.

Speeding ahead of the competition, that being some kid named 'Kobra Kid', and two, maybe three others. Kobra was not far behind peach, he was basically riding their ass. As expected with their live basically on the line.

Over the old announcement system came Demi Devil's voice, "Remember my little worms! Whoever is last is my dinner tonighttt!!! And I'm gonna fucking feast."

While yes, it is true that Demi has eaten the person in last place a few times, the kid had a chance of living. But the threat still held weight. Because nothing was stopping her from eating them. Morality was lost in this hellscape.

The finish line was in sight, and at this point, Kobra and Peach were far ahead. Side by side now, and occasionally getting a little ahead of each other. Peach was sweating with adrenaline.

Demi came over the announcement system again, "Ohohoho! Looks like we might have a tie!!! Never had that happen!"

A fucking tie? What would even happen? Surely Demi has had this happen, and was just joking?

That couldn't matter now, they had to win. They wanted those shiny carbons for a Mad Gear show. Little did Peach know that was also why Kobra wanted the carbons.

Peach forced themselves further onto the bike. Something about aerodynamics. The finish line was at max 6 feet away.

They forced more throttle from the bike. Trying to put a small distance to touch the line first.

5 feet.

4 feet.

3 feet.

Their win was basically guaranteed.

2 feet.

And before they realized, they crossed the line.

"AND PEACH SPIDER IS FIRST!!!!"

Turning the bike to stop and kicking up sand put the cherry on top.

"KOBRA SECOND!!"

Ze took zer helmet off, and smiled at Kobra. His helmet was still on, and he was staring back. Peach felt.. something, they weren't entirely sure what it was. A strange likeness towards him?

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Everyone else had made it past the line, and they got to the prize part of the track. Peach got the carbons, but before they or Kobra could leave, they did the weird walk-jog.

"Your uh,, Kobra, right?"

He nodded, still not having had his helmet off.

"Sorry for beating you, but uh, would you like to go to a Mad Gear show with me? I mean it doesn't have to be mad ge-"

Kobra finally removed his helmet, and he was gorgeous. "Are you serious?"

Peach took a minute, "Yeah-..?"

"Like a date?"

"I suppose. You are gorgeou- hot- fuck," peach smacked their hand to their forehead.

"Your Peach Spider, right?" Kobra asked, starting to smile.

Peach nodded this time.

"Well, Peach, I'm right off of getaway mile, its a diner. You shouldn't miss it. If you really need, Dr. D or Neon Night might know where."

"So it's a date?"

"It's a date."

#CAKE REFERENCE!! HES GOING THE DISTANCE HES GOING FOR SPEED?? HES GOING THE DISTANCE #mcr #my chemical romance #danger days fanfic #danger days #kobra kid #peach spider #ttlofk

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Fanfic: Perks [Check Up]

Fandom: Noblesse Summary: Muzaka wanted to check in with Frankenstein about his decision. Notes: Night Shift AU where Frankenstein is a scientist and Muzaka is an Alpha assigned to him. Rating: G Genre: General Word count: 2,292 Total word count: 9,543 Status: Work in progress First Part | Previous Part | Next Part

Muzaka sighed as he walked past familiar walls towards Frankenstein's office. He had to ask. Frankenstein didn't back down from anything once he'd made his decision but...he might have changed his mind with this one. Frankenstein already had so much on his plate, so adding Muzaka's lot with no handover would mean Frankenstein would have to work from scratch.

Muzaka grimaced. And the reason why there was no handover...

He paused outside the office, hesitating. He didn't feel any different, but that was what he had thought at the check up too. His perceptions could have changed.

There had been a couple of other physical changes too, but not a huge leap from before.

He still didn't remember anything. No deja vu, no dreams. Nothing. Like it had never happened.

Muzaka had seen the security tape though. What had happened. He'd been laying on the bed, saying something and then Dr Adamson had leaned over and injected something into his elbow. Standard.

What wasn't standard was the snarl that snapped across Muzaka's face and Muzaka's hand lashed up, tearing out Dr Adamson's throat in a smooth swipe.

A full body transformation, leaving Muzaka's clothes in tatters everywhere.

And then he'd headed for Frankenstein.

Except when Muzaka had barged through Frankenstein's door, they both walked out a few minutes later, Muzaka following like he'd been chastised into submission.

What the hell had happened there?

Muzaka could imagine Frankenstein not backing down from him, but why hadn't Muzaka attacked like he had with the other doctor?

Which was another reason why Muzaka was still staring at Frankenstein's office door. He had to find out.

He peeked in but at first glance the office looked exactly like it did the last time he'd been there. Frankenstein could afford getting everything fixed up though.

Frankenstein was there at his desk, head down as he wrote something.

"I thought you were off duty right now?"

Which meant Frankenstein knew it was him and wasn't acting any differently from usual. "I'm meant to be, yeah - I'm not that good at resting though." He couldn't sit around when he didn't know what could happen next; he'd needed information. "And I just wanted to double-check you hadn't changed your mind." Among other things.

Frankenstein paused his writing and lifted his head, an eyebrow arched. "About what?"

"About taking on my series. In case I lose it again."

Frankenstein huffed, half rolling his eyes. "I was able to fix the issues and I don't fail."

Well... Okay. Frankenstein was always confident about his work and everything in his life.

"You haven't changed back or shown signs of that happening again, have you?"

At the question, Muzaka exhaled slowly, glancing down at his hand. It looked human. That hadn't changed. "I didn't show any signs before I transformed either." It had happened out of nowhere.

"You did."

Muzaka looked across at Frankenstein's quiet words, and Frankenstein's lips were pursed, his fingers tight around his pen. "Huh?"

"There were multiple signs of stress and reactions documented before your reaction," Frankenstein said, scowling. "It shouldn't have been a surprise except everyone here has as many braincells as a goddamn worm!"

To Frankenstein maybe - the other scientists still talked circles around Muzaka when they tried to explain something to him.

"You weren't a danger anyway," Frankenstein said.

Uh. Video footage definitely disproved that. Did Frankenstein not know?

Frankenstein studied him. "I'm sure you have already talked to security?"

Muzaka nodded. "They couldn't give me much info." Just showed him the video feed. The scientists...hadn't wanted to stay around him. Unsurprisingly.

Frankenstein snorted, and finally set his pen down. "The standard serum enhances you - they enhance your natural capability, and while they can give you additional abilities, they don't change who you are. As far as I could tell whilst you were transformed you were running on instinct, but were ultimately yourself rather than thinking things through as you normally would."

If that was his...'true' self or whatever... "Then Dr Adamson-"

Frankenstein sighed. "I don't know what Dr Adamson was doing or if you were being unduly stressed, but I assume he tipped your fight or flight response. If you thought you were under threat, you then took care of the problem."

Muzaka grimaced. That could explain it. He'd calmed down after killing until he was getting attacked by security. Muzaka didn't like being in the lab, but he didn't think it was that bad.

"Why'd I run to you though?" Sure, they needled each other, but Muzaka didn't think he hated Frankenstein to hunt him down. Unless he was going to...

"Why were you assigned to me?"

That was a different response than Muzaka expected. "Punishment for 'insubordination'." Frankenstein knew that. What did that have to do with this?

Frankenstein peered at him over his glasses. "I meant what are your orders?"

Oh. "Bodyguard." Babysitter. "Keep you safe." Stay out of the way of the others.

"So I assume you perceived a threat and then sought me out to check on me."

Muzaka stared at him. His orders couldn't be that ingrained in him. ...Could they?

"You were more concerned about protecting me than yourself when security eventually arrived."

...Oh. They really were.

Frankenstein hummed and then set his pen down. "I think it's time to check your bloods anyway."

"I thought you said you didn't fail, Boss," Muzaka said, flashing Frankenstein a grin. "Gettin' nervous?" Was Frankenstein actually uncertain?

Frankenstein glowered as he stood up. "I know what I did worked, but I want to see how you're recovering and if there are any other surprises."

"I didn't get a check up so soon with Dr Adamson." Muzaka had worked under Frankenstein for a while now, but it felt weird being an experiment for him.

Frankenstein snorted, his lip twisting as he headed for the door. "I am aware - that's precisely the problem and part of what caused your transformation in the first place."

Oh. That... Hm.

Muzaka followed him out.

* * * Frankenstein's lab smelled different from the other labs. Cleaner? Less used? There still wasn't anyone else around.

Frankenstein waved towards a chair with arm rests and it didn't squeak when Muzaka sat on it.

"I assume you know what all these are for," Frankenstein said as he pulled instruments out of drawers and cupboards.

Muzaka nodded. Everything looked familiar so far. "Yeah. I could go through it all with my eyes closed." He didn't really have to do much - just get his arm manipulated around at most.

"I'd rather you not," Frankenstein said, his voice dry.

Talking to Frankenstein experiment to scientist was weird. Muzaka had never seen Frankenstein interacting with any - hm. Frankenstein wasn't involved in the direct trials, just the research side of it.

The velcro on the blood pressure cuff sounded louder than usual with nothing else in the room. There wasn't even a clock with the maddening ticking.

Muzaka exhaled when the cuff inflated, waiting for it to end. It'd be done in a couple of seconds.

Frankenstein frowned when the numbers eventually flashed up. When Frankenstein turned around and started typing on the computer next to him, Muzaka peeked at the results.

"They look normal?" What was wrong with it? It was within the range he usually had.

"Do you know what the average heart rate is for an Alpha?"

"No?" He didn't talk about his heart rates with other Alphas and a lot of them said the bare minimum about what happened in the labs. It was just...better that way.

"You seem to have forgotten you're enhanced," Frankenstein grumbled, bringing up a list of what looked like Muzaka's previous readings.

"If I'm enhanced, my heart's meant to be beatin' more?" Everything working stronger compared to non-enhanced people.

"No, that's not-" Frankenstein sighed, checking the monitor one more time before turning back to him. "With your training and enhancements, your heart rate should be lower because your body's circulatory system has become more efficient..." He paused, studying Muzaka's face and Muzaka was sure his expression had been blanking again. "Your heart rate should be much lower than this, and from the results my predecessor deigned to record, it would seem your high heart rate only happened in the labs."

All right? What did that mean?

Frankenstein was quiet for a couple seconds. "Would you prefer to do this in my office?"

"Nah." That would take too much time - Muzaka just wanted it all done with.

Frankenstein frowned.

He didn't like that? "Why in the office anyway?" All of Frankenstein's tools were here.

"I suspect, or wouldn't be surprised, if you had white coat syndrome."

Muzaka stared, a laugh bubbling out of his throat. "What's that?" It sounded like a conspiracy theory name!

"It means you have abnormal readings in a laboratory or around people wearing white lab coats, hence the name."

Muzaka stared at him. "Really? I'm not scared of white coats or needles."

"Hm." Frankenstein had a row of vials now in his tray. "If it's been going on this long, you could be used to it and think your reaction is normal. And you're trained not to react to your fear."

"I'm fine, Boss," Muzaka said as he took a steadying breath. "Just go about what you need to do and we can get out." Or Muzaka could - Frankenstein would stay for the results.

It was the rip of the needle being freed from its plastic wrapping that Muzaka felt his heartbeat jump.

Okay. He'd noticed it, but he had a reason to not like them. It wasn't an irrational fear. He could deal with it until the scientists were done and then he could leave again. It wouldn't take long. Frankenstein wouldn't take long.

The beep of the printer spitting out labels for the vials made Muzaka's heart jump again and all he could hear was that drone.

It would be over soon. He was fine.

Frankenstein wrapped the tourniquet around Muzaka's biceps, checking it was tight enough and then cleaned around the inside of Muzaka's elbow with some alcohol-soaked cotton ball.

Except it was taking longer than usual. The other scientists would do about two swipes and then they were done. Frankenstein was doing long, multiple sweeps, overlying areas that had already been touched.

It wasn't that Frankenstein was uncertain or out of practice. His actions were too deliberate.

Frankenstein glanced at him without moving his head, and then away again, still cleaning Muzaka's arm.

Weird. That wasn't how Frankenstein normally acted. It was only when - Muzaka stared at him. Frankenstein couldn't be doing something like that here? There were cameras!

A small smile grew on Frankenstein's lips as he traced the veins in Muzaka's arm with light touches. Now Muzaka's heartbeat was rising for a different reason as all his attention focused on where Frankenstein was touching him.

Fucking- Frankenstein was doing it on purpose.

Muzaka tried to find where the cameras were in - he hissed at the sharp prick at his elbow. When had Frankenstein picked up the needle?

"My apologies," Frankenstein said, watching the blood flow into the vial. "I should have warned you."

Liar. Frankenstein had done it while he wasn't looking.

Muzaka watched while Frankenstein reached for a second vial. This felt...different from other blood draws. Aside from the obvious, but Muzaka couldn't put his finger on why. Before, the scientists would be rushing through the draws and paying attention to the results once they got them - Muzaka was just the carrier of that information. With Frankenstein, all of his attention was on Muzaka. Even if Frankenstein was acting like it wasn't.

The first vial filled and Frankenstein replaced it with the second. As Frankenstein pulled his hand away though, it dipped down, grazing the inside of Muzaka's thigh, making Muzaka suck in a breath from surprise.

Barely a touch but from everything else Frankenstein had been doing, Muzaka could feel the wave of warmth spreading downwards.

"If yer trying to keep my heartbeat down, it's not working," Muzaka grumbled, still trying to find the tell-tale shape of the cameras. Frankenstein had to know where they were.

There. One right behind Frankenstein, so Frankenstein's body would hide what he was doing when he was turned towards Muzaka. So it would still look like a regular check up.

A low chuckle from Frankenstein, and then a quick smirk. "Oh, I'm not keeping track of that right now."

He wasn't?

"This," Frankenstein said as he rested his fingers on Muzaka's arm while he re-adjusted the needle, "is to keep you distracted." The blood flowed more easily and when Frankenstein let go, he trailed his fingers down Muzakas forearm. "And to start building more...hm, positive associations with a laboratory setting."

"It's fuckin' working," Muzaka muttered, shifting in his chair. He definitely would prefer Frankenstein's sessions over any of the other scientists!

Frankenstein hummed, removing the second vial. "That's all I need for now," he said as he took out the needle and placed a band-aid on the already closed wound.

"Nothing else?" That was it? Muzaka hadn't sounded too hopeful. He thought.

"I wouldn't want to do too much at once in case that stresses you out." A quick glance down Muzaka's body with a small smirk.

Muzaka would take Frankenstein's 'stress' any time.

But Frankenstein was right. Keeping his actual stress down would be needed if that was what set him off in the first place.

"Got it, Boss." Muzaka stood up from the chair. He didn't feel as bad as he normally did after a draw and he felt Frankenstein's eyes on him as he left the lab.

Now to go find something else to do...

#noblesse #muzaka #frankenstein #fanfic #scientist!frankenstein and alpha!muzaka au

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