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milenadaniels · 3 years

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Hi! I saw your tag on your informal buddie lap makeout poll (Which, exceptional scientific inquiry. Cannot wait to see the results. Especially if it leads you to write something...)

Anyway, what is your thinking on lonestar and a potential buck +e ddie sex scene? (FWIW, I don't watch LS. I tried, but just could not. Not yucking anyone's yum, just didn't work for me.)

Curious what you think?

Thank you! The study is going well, I look forward to analyzing the results in depth!

(Please note: after three hours of writing out this response, I realize I may have misunderstood your question 😂 If you meant "what do you think a buddie sex scene would look like given tarlos", please let me know and it would be my genuine pleasure to describe that in great detail. What follows is not that.....)

I have been thinking about the potential of a buddie sex scene more than I ought to, I'm sure. You could say I've been a smidge preoccupied since realizing all the legit sex scenes in the show happened in season 1/early season 2. In seasons 3/4, the closest I think we've gotten to textual sex is Madney having sex to induce labour and that consisted of Maddie throwing her shirt at Chimney from off-screen.

Someone on that post (can't find it now of course) said that 911 Lone Star took over the original 911 later time slot and thus took over the ability to have sexier content.

As someone who hasn't watched a television show live in like 5 years, your ask has prompted me to do actual research to confirm this 🤓 According to pogdesign, 911 currently plays Mondays at 8pm and 911LS plays at 9pm which supports the theory.

That said, it kind of strikes me as weird that 8pm is considered too early for sexy content? But maybe I'm just out of touch with cable television??

So I did more research! So much research omfg this took 3 hours of my life. 😅

First we define the issue at hand

I'm defining a "sex scene" as a scene that involves two or more people mackin' on each other with any of the following:

the beginning of clothing removal onscreen

the movement towards a bedroom or bed

getting into someone's lap as a sign of escalation

post-coital pillow talk or cuddling

actual shots of naked skin and writhing (softcore porn essentially)

So 911 got moved to 8pm. Do any other 8pm shows have sex scenes?

CW - The 100 🔥 (I know there was a minimum of 2 wlw sex scenes, though they may have been post-coital)

CW - Riverdale 🔥🔥 is another teen show that I don't watch so I youtubed "Riverdale sex scenes" and I'm led to believe at least one couple is banging semi-onscreen well into season 4 (it has 4 seasons???)

NBC - Chicago Med 🔥, a procedural show not about teenagers and seems to have a least 1 couple with sexy scenes (the other Chicagos air at 9pm and 10pm) and I saw lap sitting for a hardcore makeout for the other couple!!!!! TIM TAKE NOTES!

NBC - Superstore 🔥, a half-hour comedy that played at 8pm on NBC, did have at least this one cut-away sex scene

So 2 teen shows, 1 procedural and 1 comedy all had something in the way of "sex scenes" while airing at 8pm.

But what if Fox the network is the sex-scene-killers??

Apparently Fox literally has only 5 scripted dramas of which the 911 is one and the others are:

The Resident 🔥🔥, a medical drama that plays at 8pm as of season 2 (9pm for season 1) and the main couple seem to have several sex scenes, but interestingly from what I can glean from YT, they may have stopped after s2 (though the couple stays together until at least s4 from what I can tell)

LA's Finest 🚫, a rebroadcast through Fox, it airs at 9pm and YT didn't show me any sexy scenes

Fantasy Island 🔥🔥 which plays at 9pm and looks to have sexier content based on the trailer

911: Lone Star 🔥🔥🔥 which plays at 9pm. Tarlos have had like 2 heavy makeouts/implied sex scenes plus a pretty hardcore-for-tv sex scene in the s2 finale

So it seems like even for Fox, the 8pm timeslot isn't necessarily what's vetoing the sex scenes in 911. But just to hammer that home, I did even more researching into the watershed hours, which is apparently the designated time broadcasters can show sexiness, but in the US that's 10pm to 6am so if the restrictions were such that they couldn't show any sex scenes before 10pm, Tarlos wouldn't have gotten that finale action (thank you, IRL bff who watched 911LS so I didn't have to!)

TL;DR - a summation of our findings

The 8pm timeslot is not the sex-scene-killer I once thought it was (see: all them filthy shows)

911 being a cop show is not a sex-scene-killer (see: dramas, procedurals and comedies all had sex scenes)

Fox is not anti-sex in their 8pm scripted dramas in general (see: The Resident)

Fox is not anti-sex homophobically (see: Tarlos, Hen/Eva)

However!! There seems to be a somewhat weird, somewhat isolated trend of Fox shows either cutting off or tapering off sex scenes (see: 911, The Resident) after 2 seasons or specifically after 2019.

So what are the theories (from least to most favourite)?

Theory #1 (Buddie loses 🚫): "Something" happened at Fox in 2019. The Resident is the only true analogue to 911 as it's also on Fox, also premiered in January 2018, also started at 9pm but was moved to 8pm (in season 2, not season 3 like 911). If my very brief googling can be trusted, The Resident saw a lot of sex scenes in season 2 (at 8pm) but after 2019 there isn't much to write home about. That lines up with what we've seen in 911. If something happened internally at Fox that changed broadcasting guidelines for 8pm, then canon Buddie will not get sex scenes unless the timeslot changes back.

Pros: It would be a hell of a coincidence wouldn't it?? Both shows airing around the same time, both stop showing sex scenes around the same time???

Cons: It's pretty weak, I can't find anything that supports "something" happening in 2019 that would affect an 8pm timeslot but not the 9pm one.

Theory #2 (Buddie loses 🚫): Sex as a short-term sales tactic. Fox uses sex in the first two seasons of shows to boost ratings and get people hooked because sex sells. But then, for whatever reason, they taper it off. If so, Buddie being canonized would not produce any sex scenes as we're far removed from season 2.

Pros: The Resident and 911 both stopped showing sex scenes after season 2 from what I can gather

Cons: If sex sells, why wouldn't it keep selling all the way to the bank?? There's no reason to stop something that's working.

Theory #3 (Buddie wins 🔥): Actors are the roadblock. Fox is fine with sex scenes at 8pm but the actors aren't comfortable! If so, Buddie sex scenes could be in the cards as both actors have had on-screen sex scenes previously.

Pros: Angela Bassett, Peter Krause and JLH are bigger names and they presumably get to not get naked on screen or simulate sex scenes if they don't want to. Aisha Hinds as a (criminally) smaller name wouldn't have had that kind of leverage in season 1, nor would Ryan Guzman in season 2? And Oliver Stark knew what he was signing up to to play a self-diagnosed "sex addict" so.

Cons: This is absolute, complete conjecture. I have zero idea what each of their comfort levels with sex scenes are or how that might relate to the writing/direction of their characters.

Theory #4 (Buddie wins 🔥): Stable canon relationships kill sex. Fox dramas use sex only pre-maritally to build relationships and the network or the showrunners/writers decide it's not as important once characters are in stable relationships/married. If so, we will get Buddie sex scenes as their canon relationship develops.

Pros: The Resident couple did get married post-season 2 I think? Athena stopped having onscreen sex after she married Bobby. Hen had sex but out of her marriage.

Cons: That's dumb, let married people bone. And we technically do have a Madney sex scene, tame as it was (but maybe they straddle of the line of stable but pre-marital???). Also if sex = building relationship, EddieAna have been excluded from that formula oops 😌

Theory #5 (Buddie wins 🔥): We're overthinking all of this. There hasn't been sex scenes past season 2 because the stories haven't called for it but when it does, such as the start of a new relationship, then we'll get some!

Pros: We haven't had any "new" relationships other than EddieAna since season 2 and their lack of intimacy is a glaring reminder they aren't well suited - they're not boning for plot reasons. While not strictly meeting the aforementioned definition of a "sex scene", we could use Albert coming out of Veronica's shower as a use of sex-as-relationship-building.

Cons: That's dumb, let married people bone, the sequel. Especially since HenRen is criminally neglected in terms of development and could use a fun playful sex scene.

So what have we learned?

Should Buddie go canon, 3 theories indicate we'd get some sex scenes for them, and only 2 say we wouldn't. The odds are in our favour. 🤡

I will do literally anything to procrastinate writing this damn fic that's been tormenting me for weeks. Please someone, anybody...send help...

#buddie meta #buddie #911 meta #are you also kept awake at night by the thought of canon buddie without sex scenes??#or even lap sitting makeouts????#well rest your weary head on this qualitative data analysis friends!! the future looks 60% bright!#911 reference #my posts #did you know we could add colour to text now guys?? did you know the mac keyboard comes default with emoticons??#the things I learned this night

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Brooklyn Ain’t Home

In honor of the first draft of the javid portion of the Reincarnation AU being done (here comes obsessive editing! chapters 2 and 3 will probably be out within a few days!) here’s a thing that takes place after the sprace portion!

Tw: major character death mentions, grief, and referenced past death.

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Spot was unhappy, and Race didn’t know why.

They’d found each other again after a century apart two days ago.

Well, technically, they’d found each other a couple weeks ago, but they’d only remembered two days ago.

Race was happy. He finally had Spot back, after peaceful decades floating in the void and then years not knowing who he was missing.

Naturally, his old insecurities from last time were flaring back up. That he wasn’t enough. That Spot didn’t love him as much as he loved Spot.

Race wanted to smack his insecure, angsty, 1899 15-year-old self with a broom to make him shut up.

That was still weird. Having two lifetimes in his head. Sure, the first one had been cut short, but Race remembered as much about his first life as he did about this one. He felt somewhere between the kid he’d been before remembering and the adult he’d been when he died. It was complicated.

But he was still... himself, just like each of the others were still themselves. Circumstances in this lifetime had somewhat mimicked the previous enough to preserve everyone’s personalities. Jack was still fiercely protective. Crutchie was still sarcastic yet compassionate. Romeo was still eccentric and big-hearted.

And Spot was still strategic, smart, and untrusting. Race hadn’t quite had his trust yet in this lifetime before they remembered, so he wasn’t really sure where they stood right now.

He didn’t know how to bring up this conversation, to ask what they even were, to ask if Spot was confused by his feelings or anything in this big bright world where being gay was legal, but it wasn’t currently the biggest concern.

The biggest concern was helping Spot move in with Denton, because he’d gone back to his parents’ house Saturday morning to grab a bag, and then run to the Larkin house. Since Medda had a rather strict rule about her boys’ boyfriends sleeping over, they had to look for somewhere else for him to live, which was when Jack piped up that Denton was looking at adopting a kid, and when asked, was happy to let Spot crash with him.

So far, his parents hadn’t come looking for him. They’d just have to hope it stayed that way.

And... and so far, neither Denton nor Medda were showing any signs of remembering anything. According to Davey, Sarah, and Les, neither were Mr. or Mrs. Jacobs.

Well, you couldn’t have everything. This whole reincarnation thing was trippy.

And if none of the good adults remembered, that meant none of the bad ones remembered either. At least, Race hoped so. He had to believe that. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine Snyder the Spider would be happy about being outwitted by Jack Kelly and Racetrack Higgins in two lifetimes.

Not that Race was too worried. Medda and Denton didn’t remember, after all. And he had Spot to protect him if Snyder did somehow remember.

At least... he hoped he had Spot. He still wanted Spot.

His insecurities just weren’t sure if Spot still wanted him.

Race was thinking of all this as he and Spot sat on the couch at Denton’s house, watching a movie.

‘Watching a movie.’ Neither of them was really watching it.

Race knew what was on his mind, but he wished he knew what was on Spot’s. He didn’t know if he should ask.

“They ain’t all here.”

“What?” Race asked.

When he looked, he was alarmed by the amount of pain on Spot’s face.

“They ain’t all here,” he repeated, “Vince. Graves. Twitch. They ain’t here. Ain’t home.”

Oh. Spot had never been especially good with emotional talks. This was his rather blunt way of letting Race know he needed to talk.

“They’ll come eventu—“

“No,” Spot interrupted, “We all remembered on Friday cause we was all in one place for the first time that night since 1917. All. Everyone who came back.”

As much as Race wished he could argue, he had assumed that logic, too.

But he had known those Brooklyn kids, too. He hadn’t thought to miss them yet, but—

“Blue,” he realized, “Bluebird. She’s not—“

“I know,” Spot said tightly, “Scarf ain’t, either.”

Scarf and Bluebird had been two of the younger Brooklyn kids. The two Spot probably had felt the most responsible for, considering he’d practically raised them and had to kill once to protect each of them.

Bluebird had taken over as king when Spot aged out, because she had all his strategic mind and toughness and all Race’s charisma. The two of them had practically raised her. They’d taught her to fight after Spot killed a gangster to protect her. She’d been as close as they ever got to a daughter, or at least a little sister to both of them.

Scarf hadn’t been close with Race, the kid was so shy, but he’d moved into the Brooklyn Lodging House early, too, after Spot killed his monster of a father. He was later Blue’s second for a while.

Race remembered seeing Scarf around camp when they were at war. He remembered how devestated Spot was when he died.

Neither Scarf nor Bluebird were here. Hell, Race didn’t even know how Bluebird had died, though she must be dead by now.

“We got a choice whether to come back or not,” he said slowly, trying not to let his voice shake, “I guess... I guess not everybody took it.”

Spot nodded, clearly trying hard to control his emotions, too, “Yeah, I guess not.”

Still, a kind of morbid curiosity overwhelmed Race. It was probably a bad idea, but he needed to know.

He pulled out his phone, “Did Blue ever tell ya her last name? She only ever told me her first.”

“Yeah, it was ‘Li.’ Why?”

Athena Li. There couldn’t be that many obituaries on women named Athena Li, could there?

There were, actually, but only one could possibly be her.

A picture on the internet of a newspaper from 1918. Checking the birthdate, it matched up.

“She died not a year after we did,” Race breathed, “In the influenza pandemic.”

Spot was silent for a heavy few seconds, and his answer was choked up when he spoke.

“She did?”

Race nodded, swiping his sleeve over his eyes. God, he knew Crutchie was the last to die, but he’d really hoped Blue got a long life, too.

She was 29. Unmarried and alone. Crutchie had apparently written her obituary because nobody else alive cared enough to do it. All her friends—her family—were already dead.

“Do ya think she got the offer and just... turned it down?” Spot asked quietly.

Race shrugged, “I think we all got it ‘bout the same time, so... I guess she really ain’t comin’ back. They ain’t comin’ back.”

“I guess it’s only fair.”

“How can ya say that?”

Spot sighed, “Brooklyn and Manhattan got a second chance, but have ya seen anybody else? Huh? Those of us back, most of us died in the same unit, but what about those who didn’t? I ain’t seen any former Bronx kids back. Or Midtown, or... guess it’s only fair we don’t get everybody.”

Fair, maybe, but that didn’t make it pleasant to think about.

“Do ya know Scarf’s real name?” he asked quietly, “I could look for...”

He stopped, because Spot was already shaking his head.

“I don’t wanna know, Race. I don’t wanna know what—if anythin’—got put in a pape for him. I watched him die. And he was so skittish, I ain’t really surprised he didn’t take a second round.”

Scarf had been skittish. Race remembered that much about him. But that had never stopped him from being best friends with Bluebird, and later Les. Those three were quite the chaotic trio when they were kids, and when they got bigger, Race remembered how Les had cried when Scarf got shot. How much it had hurt to write to Blue and tell her he was...

...wait a second.

“We’s all the same age this time around,” Race realized aloud.

“Yeah, and?”

“And Les ain’t. He’s the same amount younger than Davey and Sarah as he was last time.”

Spot was silent for a second, realizing what he was saying.

“I can see Scarf not takin’ the offer,” Race admitted, “But Bluebird? You know our girl would do it. She just ain’t here cause... cause she didn’t die with the rest of us!“

“Crutchie didn’t, either,” Spot pointed out.

“Exactly,” Race grinned, “That just proves it. Crutchie got to come back, and he wasn’t in our unit—neither was Joey or York or any of your other kids that came back ‘cept Hotshot.”

“But we could only remember once everyone met each other again. Race—“

“I’s been thinkin’ ‘bout that. I don’t think that was what it was. I thinks it was Les. He was the final piece—he was with the last group of us in the war when we died.”

“Kath, too,” Spot muttered, “They were what we was missin’.”

“Exactly.”

Spot smiled hesitantly, “So... the other Brooklyn kids might be out there. And if they are, we’ll find ‘em someday. Bring ‘em home.”

“We will,” Race promised, “I’ll help ya look.”

“You don’t even know any of their real full names.”

“Shut up. I’m tryin’ to be helpful.”

“You do help,” Spot assured him, smiling softly, “Love ya, Racer.”

“I love you, too.”

#newsies #reincarnation au #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #oc: bluebird #oc: scarf #angst #violet’s writing

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crazybagelbitch · 3 years

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Pt 2 of chim and buck stuck in a cult, but from Maddie and Bobby perspective and maybe buck and chim and the woman trying to come up with a plan to escape. Wherever your mind wants to take you.

Part 1

Hi I’m so sorry this took me this long and I hope this is at least somewhat worth the wait!!

“I know they didn’t die from that earthquake, Athena,” Bobby shakes his head, and for a moment he thinks he’s just stuck in the denial stage of grief before he remembers his reasons, “we know which house they went to, we know where they were. If they had died there, we would have found their bodies.”

“Bobby--”

“I-I know they might still be dead. I’m not stupid, I know it’s been weeks,” Bobby cuts her off, knowing that look in her eyes, “but something had to have happened.”

“You’re saying you suspect foul play?”

“I’m not saying I think they were murdered,” he sighs, “but I’m saying something had to have happened. They responded to a scene of a reported injury and vanished. The damage of the earthquake wasn’t devastating enough to make that make sense, you know that.”

Or at least, he hopes she knows that because otherwise maybe he is stuck in the denial stage of grief.

“It doesn’t make sense, you’re right,” Athena sighs, placing a mug of tea down in front of him, “I don’t think... I don’t see it being the earthquake unless they drove a car somewhere in the road... but why would they be driving a car? They were on duty, with the ambulance and the fire truck, and neither of their actual personal calls. It’s weird, I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah, weird. It’s just... how am I supposed to look Maddie in the eye anymore? Maddie who is two months out from giving birth and has potentially lost the father of her child and her brother, and I’m just supposed to tell her I don’t know what happened and probably never will? They were on shift, under my duty--”

“No, stop,” she shakes her head, “I am not letting you blame yourself for this, not for one single second. You were doing your job and you did no wrong.”

“I sent them in there.”

“Because you were doing your job.”

“But they’re just-- gone! Gone and I have no explanation and what does that say about what kind of captain I am?”

Athena takes a breath, looking at him with wet eyes before she speaks.

“A good captain who got extraordinarily unlucky that day.”

“I mean, there’s gotta be someway out of here, right? They got us in, so there has to be a way out.”

“First of all, lower your voice,” Chimney hisses, not wanting the two of them to be “punished” for insubordination again, “second of all, yeah, but we don’t know how we got in because we were hit over the head and than drugged.”

“Well, we’ll be able to figure it out, right?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“You’re not seriously giving up, are you?” Buck whisper shouts, “my sister is pregnant and needs you. Your baby needs you. You don’t get to give up!”

“I’m not giving up,” he whisper shouts in return, “I’m just saying, I bet every other single person in this room believed they’d be able to find their way out, and none of them have. Maybe if they had kept trying but... they’re brainwashed. They’ve been manipulated and they had to adapt to survive.”

“So, we won’t let them--”

“I don’t think it’s that simple, Buck!” he spits, “your blind optimism is really starting to get on my nerves.”

“My blind optimism? It’s better than caving after what, a few weeks? I never thought--”

“Don’t fight,” a voice behind them chastises, and they both jump before they realize it’s not The Leader or his “wife” who is almost definitely under the age of 18 but it’s Leah, the young mother they’ve befriended who also has not lost her sanity yet, “that’s what he wants.”

“I’m sorry,” Chimney sighs after a moment, “I shouldn’t have called it blind optimism, Buckaroo.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Buck mumbles, “we probably need some of your realism if we’re going to plot our way out of here.”

“Wait...” Chimney whispers, tugging on the sleeve of Buck’s shirt before turning to look at Leah, “maybe we’ve got the wrong objective here.”

“What? We’re trapped in a creepy underground bunker and you think we’re wrong for trying to get out?” Buck asks incredulously.

“No, no, what I mean is,” Chimney starts, shaking his head, “maybe it’s not about us physically fighting our way out but getting a message out. You don’t think if he catches us mid break he’ll just pull out his gun and shoot us all?”

“But, how would we get a message out?” Leah asks, crinkling up her nose, “we don’t have phones our wifi everyone here is completely off the grid, including the horrible leader who kidnapped us.”

“But it can’t be just him,” Chimney insists, and given the looks on Leah and Buck’s faces, they’re still not following up, “he can’t be completely off the grid, he just can’t. And he can’t be the only one in on this. Someone either down here or in the real world has to be helping him. I mean, come on. Successful abduction of two fit firefighters. This is someone who either had help we didn’t realize he did while we were unconscious or had help on standby he could call if needed. I mean, the way he got us was planned. Do you really think he was the only person hiding in that house? He’s gotta have contact with someone, and if we can figure out how he has contact with him...”

“What? You think there’s some secret payphone down here?”

“No, Buck, I-I don’t know what or how but maybe if we can figure out... no, you’re right, it’s stupid. False hope, I’m sorry.”

“No.”

“No, Leah, I thought I had something there but I didn’t, and--”

“No, you’re right,” she shakes her head, lowering her voice and looking around to make sure no one is listening in on them, “there was another person. A woman with him when I got abducted, right before he knocked me out. And I don’t think... none of the women here look like her. He has help on the outside.”

“Okay, so there are two evil psychos,” Buck concedes, “but how does male pyscho talk to female psycho?”

“That’s what we’ve gotta figure out.”

“Maybe it is a payphone.”

“Buck,” Chimney rolls his eyes, “there’s not gonna be a payphone down here.”

“But... there might be one nearby. Which means we’d have to figure it out how to get out still, but think of it. What’s the best way to communicate all your psycho criminal cult fantasies without tracking it?”

“...Payphones.”

“So... our hopes are pinned on somehow breaking out of here and then finding a payphone?” Leah asks, laughing in that sad, crazed way.

“Seems like it.”

“Yeah, maybe I am a bit of a blind optimist, Chim.”

#evan buckley #chimney han #bobby nash

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himbo-buckley · 4 years

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INTIMACY, SEX AND BUDDIE (BETTER KNOWN AS I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SHOW, SOME OF WHICH ARE RELATED TO THE BEFORE MENTIONED TOPICS) - Part 3

Well, hello there (again)!

 I got to say, this was both my favourite and least favourite part to write because by now all my theories are (hopefully) explained enough that I can just ramble about the characters and connections and ya’ll will forgive me if I stray away from what’s actually happening in this episode. Which I will do. A lot actually.

On the other hand side I have so many thoughts about what’s happening and this is gonna be long af as I started writing on part three at the same time as I wrote part 1 and 2 and I barely found things to cut, which means we are clocking in at a casual 7700 words. So maybe get that drink now, cause it’ll be a ride!

Also the links to part one and part two

And look, by now you probably know the drill but I’m just gonna give you my preface again:

This meta was supposed to be a lot shorter and only talk about how both Buck and Eddie use sex to distract their respective partners from whatever topic they actually wanted to talk about but since I decided to rewatch the show to make sure I don’t miss any such scenes, it has exploded a bit and taken on more topics

I should also mention that I am a Buddie shipper and while I tried, you will find several references and arguments for the ship in this Meta, not all of which necessarily call for a romantic pairing but just: These two are deeply connected and you cannot look at one without discussing the other and they are each other’s strongest emotional connection.

I should also preface this by saying that the whole of the 118 has some obvious intimacy / commitment issues except Bobby (which is sort of surprising) but *John Mulaney voice* we don’t have time to unpack all of that!

On another note I cuss a little in this Meta because my parents let me listen to TicTacToe as a small child and after that it never stuck that cussing is wrong so, uhm, parental supervision is advised or something

This Meta will so far have FOUR parts now. The original plan was to do three, one for each Season and is organised by episode so you could technically follow along, but due to personal reasons, also known as *feelings*, Season 3 has already exploded disproportionately and for readability reasons I have split it in two (this is part three, the cut will happen after Christmas, it works storyline-wise)

And now, for our next instalment of I read too much into things: Season 3A (also called: „Eddie Diaz, stop being such a boy scout (Wait, no, not like that!)“)

Episode 3.01:

911 as a show has a fairly interesting way of storytelling where it sometimes feels a little like they cut together snapshots of lives in regards to certain topics. And because of that you only ever see a small part of the lives of the characters. That being said: I hate hate hate how 5 months passed between the Season 2 final and the first episode of Season 3 and aside from a few offhand remarks we get virtually nothing. Also it’s very unrealistic that Bobby and Athena didn’t have any parties for 5 months, like nope, I don’t believe you show!

That being said, I appreciate how much time it took Buck to heal because it’s realistic! And also most importantly gets Oliver Stark a chance to truly shine!

I wanna take this chance real quick, to thank the producers and writer both for writing Evan Buckley the way they write him and for casting Oliver Stark to play him because omg, it works so well! Look, Oliver Stark is attractive. He is buff and handsome, but he is not perfect. He is Tinder-buff, not MCU-I haven’t seen a drop of water in a month-buff, he’s the kind of fit that will fill the whole screen one minute and make you say „Wait, I thought he was wider than this!“ the next (you know how everyone always talks about the hips to shoulder ration of Chris Evans? Yeah, the opposite of that) . And he has a really pretty face but his nose is a little too cocked and he has scars and there’s the „adorable facemark“ and he seems so damn dorky which is exactly why Evan „Buck“ Buckley works, why he is hot. And he gets to be emotional and sensitive and caring on top of that and yeah, I don’t know if I wanna be him or date him anymore either. Like he singlehandedly made me rethink my view on dating, just because I am hoping for someone like him.

Anyways, that’s probably something none of you wanted to read about in a META so we’ll get to the juicy stuff now, alright?

One thing that I realised as I watched season 3 for the third time just now is how often it repeats itself. It feels a bit stagnant at times, the way the characters make two steps forward and one step back all the time, most notably in Bobby.

I wanna talk about Bobby for once because you can not look at Buck in Season 3 without looking at Bobby as well. These two characters are connected the same way Buck is connected to Eddie. Most things Buck does character wise in Season 3 are caused by Bobby’s actions, in the same way most of Eddie’s are caused by Buck.

And the thing that 3.01 tells us from the get go? Bobby thinks of Buck as somewhat of a son (which we knew already) and Bobby sees himself in Buck, which is why he does what he probably hoped someone would have done for him the 10 or something years ago when he hurt is back and holds him back. There is also the fact that he tries to teach Buck to have a life outside the firehouse, though that is something he probably should at some point in the near future actually voice to Buck, because Buck on his own can not draw these conclusions from Bobby’s actions. Buck on his own thinks it’s about him not being good enough and so he works himself to the bone to try and proof otherwise. (Someone please just finally tell him what a good boy he is? Yeah?)

As for the scene during the party, you could actually see how much Buck had to force himself to be that open and that vulnerable with Bobby (and not just because he is *literally* having an embolism) and that hurts because to this day Buck has not realised that Bobby will always be there to catch him. Buck still thinks he needs to proof himself to Bobby because of his firing in Season 1. And would you believe I actually cried a little typing these words?

And now I’m gonna talk about my agenda, also known as Buddie real quick, and point you toward the fact that while we have seen Eddie be vulnerable with Buck and Buck be vulnerable with everyone else we have not seen Buck be audibly vulnerable with Eddie and I do not think this is a coincident at all.

Look, Eddie is a guarded guy, right? He has a hard time being vulnerable, a hard time asking for help, a hard time giving up control. But he does all these things with Buck and he does them willingly and with barely an outside push, which is different to say with Bobby. Eddie let’s himself fall with Buck and by doing so raises Buck’s self worth and gives him the feeling of being in control Buck craves so much (while Eddie sort of despises it because he feels like he always has to be the one in control), but it also means that Buck is afraid to let himself fall with Eddie because it might mean Eddie won’t trust him again. Buck generally is a very emotional guy and he doesn’t seem afraid to voice his weaknesses, in fact he is probably too aware of them and too willing to let others poke at them, except with Eddie. With Eddie Buck always tries for strong, because he knows Eddie needs him to be and because he thinks, if he’s not, Eddie will see what everyone else saw and leave him. On Eddie’s side I do think by now he is more than willing to catch Buck and still let himself be caught in return. At least at this point.

(also, if we do ever get Buddie I could see a reverse of the Shannon-Eddie situation happening where Eddie is the one being open and Buck has a hard time being emotionally vulnerable, afraid it’ll scare Eddie off and he’ll leave like everyone else.)

But then, one could also point out that Eddie probably knows all the things going on with Buck anyways because I truly think they know each other inside out and are two feathers of the same bird and same recognises same and all that - it’s just that Buck is someone who needs to actually voice his feelings to deal with them, so unless he voices his vulnerabilities to Eddie, for him, the other guy doesn’t know them. (Except Eddie does know.) (and man, I wish the rest of the 911 would finally figure out that with Buck you always - always - have to say things! You can’t just imply. You can’t think your actions speak loud enough. You need to actually use your words and do so in a way that leaves no doubt because that boy thinks so little of himself and he will make himself doubt every nice thing that ever happens to him.)

Now, moving back to what’s actually happening in the episode and why all of this is important:

We have the very important talk in the Station were text points out some of the things I just said and Eddie realises that he needs to do better, so he pulls a Buck and steamrolls him. (also do we truly believe that Carla was out of the country? Do we? Do we not think Eddie spent the whole ride over coaching his son on lying to his best friend because Eddie is just like that?)

Also I love how before this Maddie is talking to Josh and she says something along the lines of wether she should push Buck or coddle him and it cuts to Eddie trying the first.

On Eddie’s side of this meta we somewhat learn where Eddie’s issues stem from and it’s of course Daddy issues because this show loves them very much. (Seriously, out of 5 firefighters 3 have confirmed absent fathers causing issues and one has it heavily implied. Tim Minear, do you wanna talk?)

Also, Ramon Diaz probably threw in a „real men don’t cry“ with his macho speech about just brushing shit off and thereby emotionally crippling his child further, because he seems cliche like that.

Sidenote: The Buck and Christopher relationship is so beautiful and important and „Some cool outfits, too.“ is one of my favourite lines, though I do have to say - as someone who works professionally with kids - that this is what really shows how much Eddie truly thinks of Buck and how much he trusts him because it’s safe to assume that Buck has never been alone with Christopher or any child for longer and has never had to take care of one by himself and yet Eddie just trusts him to take care of his son for what is probably a 24h shift. Truly magnificent. An unparalleled relationship. So meaningful.

Episode 3.02:

No actual relevance but I do wanna point out that the thing about the mom being the love of boat guys life but her son being her’s? Yeah, that’s Eddie (and Buck).

Also, Buck’s just a natural at being a dad (not because of the fun stuff but the stuff when he knew exactly how to distract Christopher when those bodies floated by) and at some point I need Eddie to point this out to him and I need him to voice his jealousy about it, because Eddie? Not a natural dad.

(I actually think that is something that is true about a lot of things for these two. I mean yes, Buck is a hard worker but I think only in areas he is already naturally gifted (remember that whole thing with the Seals? “You just have to be badass, which I am?”) and he generally doesn’t try if things don’t come naturally because Buck hates failure because Buck already feels like a failure. Meanwhile Eddie seems like the kind of guy who has this huge capacity for learning, so even if something doesn’t come naturally to him (like fatherhood) he has the determination and willingness to try and try again until he finally gets it right and is perfect because Eddie, too, hates failure.) (And now I wanna see more about their childhoods because I could actually see Buck be somewhat of a gifted child in his youth who never learned how to actually apply himself and because of that has always been told he had so much wasted potential while Eddie was either an overarchiver or a slacker, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. Or maybe I am projecting.)

Episode 3.03:

I read somewhere on tumblr that Ryan Guzman and his wife thought Eddie and Lena would be a thing and where actually on board and I was like? No?

I mean I do love the way she takes one look at him and decides he needs his ego checked (and also Eddie is like: ui, me like-y! (maybe because he misses another person that used to be an asshole to him right off the bat?)).

Also love all the references to Eddie being in the army („The 118 is huffing it“-scene comes to mind). Again, kudos to Ryan Guzman for always acting with all his body, because you can always feel the army training in his posture like the way he usually stands just a little bit straighter than everyone else (well, at least that’s what it looks like to me, someone who has not been in the Army and knows only like two people that got drafted and no one who went willingly, because my country generally doesn’t do that these days ).

As for what is happening in the episode, I think it’s a reference to Shannon that Eddie dealt with that couple that, despite loving each other a lot and getting along fairly well, decided to get divorced. Which is what 911 should have done with Shannon. (Me being salty about Shannon? It’s more likely than you think.)

I also think it’s a nice parallel the way both Lena and Buck are so desperate to search for their missing loved one with no regard for their own safety and I’m assuming Eddie saw Buck in Lena’s actions as well, which is why he trusts her so fast. (Because Eddie just like Buck is looking for connection and intimacy but Eddie is even worse at creating it than Buck, so he just tries to recreate the one working bond he truly has.) (Something actually proven in text by Eddie: becoming a firefighter because he misses the army.)

And I know everyone and their mother has already pointed out how Eddie was not worried about Chris at all because his son was with Buck and he knows Buck would never let anything bad happen to his son ever.

Which is why *that* scene is even more heartbreaking, because Eddie has so much trust in his Buck and kudos to Ryan Guzman because man, the way you see Eddie steel himself for what Buck is saying? The way you can feel him pulling himself together because Buck needs him to hear this. (Look, the scene is about a father learning from the person he trusts most in the world that his son might be dead and they could have easily forshadowed Eddie’s fighting ark by having him react negatively and violently here but instead he stays calm because it’s Buck and Buck for once needs him to be the one in control - also, on a less ship-y note because Eddie’s world is falling apart right there and he needs to keep in control because if he doesn’t, he will probably never be again.)

Which brings us to that scene in the loft, and listen, I know I said at the end of part 2 Eddie barely had any character development in the two seasons since we met him, but uhm, this scene? Proves he had some development, because right then right there he is so fucking vulnerable with Buck. It is of course part of him being a protector because just like with Shannon in 2.04 he realises that this is was Buck needs him to be right now, so vulnerable it is.

I do think however that it’s beautiful how Eddie apparently took the time during a fucking natural disaster to figure out that Evan Buckley needs him to use his actual words, so use his actual words he does.

And I do wanna point out that this is something he never had with Shannon, Eddie was never able to figure out what is wife of what? 7-8 years needed of him but he does know what his best friends needs. And wether that is just Buddie or just plain old character development, remains to be seen.

(Though we should mention that it wasn’t a permanent thing, Eddie does fail Buck a few times in Season 3 (but he also doesn’t a few other times) but we’ll get to that when we get to that!)

Also, honourable mention to Maddie Buckley-Kendall for getting that phone call and probably nearly dying of a heart attack and then having to race to the VA thinking the worst and probably imagining her very selfless brother either being already gone by the time she gets there or close to dead - only to probably arrive there and see Christopher in a bed with Eddie sitting next to him and Buck sitting vigil a few feet away because he doesn’t think he deserves to be with the Diaz’s anymore but he also can’t bear to part from them!

And another mention to the poor stranger who probably never got their phone back.

Also a teeny bit mad they forgot to give Oliver scars on his legs.

Episode 3.04

First of all I gotta say Eddie is such a boy scout goody two shoes with his whole „Well, it’s mandated!“ (also he’s been probably hanging out with Buck a buncha times in whatever many weeks passed since the Tsunami and therefore knew how hard his best friend worked on this and he’s gonna be supportive, kay?)

That being said, remember when I talked about two steps forward, one step back? Yeah, that.

As for the lawsuit, look, we could argue all day on wether it was justified or not, but I personally do think Buck had a basis. But he was also acting rash and hadn’t thought all the implications through and should have used his words instead, but quick reminder: Buck has severe abandonment issues and he has problems with emotional intimacy - so the whole talking about it? Not that easy.

Also, imagine working for months to come back to work, the one thing you think you’re good at and thinking you have everyone’s support only to find out the person you love like a father has betrayed you, probably with the knowledge of everyone else. Yeah, you’d lash out too!

Even though, I have to point out it’s not his normal MO (which is why we see him regret it almost immediately in the next episode).

As for Eddie in this episode, he has not one, not two, not three, but four whole conversations about feelings! You go buddy-boy. Embrace that character development! Don’t take a step back! … or, nevermind, we all know what happens next.

That being said I think it’s interesting that while Chimney clearly confides in him, Eddie does not confide in him in return but rather talks to female!Buck. I mean, talking about his struggles with his son and his family worked with him and Buck so why not with him and Lena (cause Lena isn’t Buck).

I do think Eddie and Chimney are close, but Eddie just doesn’t feel the same connection to him as he feels to Buck.

As for Eddie being so beautifully open and vulnerable with his son and saying like the exact opposite of what he had been taught: Eddie loves his son. He loves his son more than anything in the world. And if Eddie can’t let himself be vulnerable with him, who can he be vulnerable with? Especially when it helps Christopher.

(Also, Eddie by now recognises what is wrong with him, he just doesn’t think he can change it but he can prevent it from happening to his child.)

Episode 3.05:

This episode has a lot of shit happening and I have a lot of thoughts, most of which are relevant to the episode. But we’re gonna start slow, ease you in:

Boy do I love overprotective Dad!Eddie! How long do you think did it took Carla and Christopher to convince Eddie to let Chris sleep over at his friends? A month?

In other news Buck is just the picture of regret during the deposition and yeah, he should be. The whole thing is harsh. Never sue your friends, no matter how justified, if you want them to stay your friends! But it’s so obvious Buck didn’t know it was gonna go down this way because he did not think this through at all.

First off: Remember how in part 2 I said Buck and Eddie’s storylines were connected and how earlier I said Buck was the catalyst for Eddie like Bobby was for Buck?

Yeah, that’s the episode for all of this.

It’s not as obvious as in Season 2 because usually it happens over two episodes but it’s no coincident that after last episode Bobby triggered that shift in Buck, Eddie is now suddenly careering out of control as well - it’s because Buck is his catalyst, his *trigger*.

Please watch 3.04 and 3.05 back to back and tell me Eddie doesn’t make a 180 between those episodes. He goes from worried about his son to punching people in parking lots. What changed? Well, he could no longer talk to Buck. And Buck is his anker and his catalyst, the one person he doesn’t have to be in control with (which he really could use considering what he is going through with Christopher). And when you take that away he spirals. (Also there is the deposition where his best friend betrays him by talking about his dead for less than a year - wife, a topic Eddie has been avoiding in regards to his feelings since … well, the day it happened, probably.)

And I’m not saying the whole street fighting thing wouldn’t have happened if Eddie wasn’t such a boy scout and said, screw the chain of command and just called Buck to bail him out, but that’s what I’m implieing.

Also the scene between Eddie and Lena, I mean, I’ve already talked about it somewhere else but I do wanna point you to the way it is phrased: Eddie „wasn’t allowed“ to call Buck. Meaning he wanted to. But you know: Boy Scout.

Now, let’s talk about the grocery store fight because I have so many thoughts!

And what I love about these two episodes, as well as the next one, is that they show both the connection Buddie has as well as the contrasts between them:

One of the biggest differences in Buddie is how they deal with fear and obstacles and it is visible throughout all their lives and specifically these three episodes.

Evan Buckley is a force of nature, he is a fighter, he sets a goal and he reaches this goal with a single minded focus, steamrolling through everything in his way until he reaches said goal. Just look at the lawsuit and remember how his original plan was to get everyone to sign a letter of support for him.

When something frightens him, Buck doesn’t run away he runs right into it, tries to destroy it or be destroyed. He fights. And if that doesn’t work, he finds a way around the problem, but always going head to head with the thing because Evan Buckley is very determined and very self destructive.

Just look at the way he held onto Abby for nearly a year after she had left: Instead of dealing with his feelings of abandonment and the fact that the woman he loved left him, that boy dug his heel in and fought tooth and nail to keep what little he had left of her, of them. Refused to acknowledge being left for months. And when he finally leaves he literally compares himself to a ghost, because you know, he is just an empty shell at this point.

It’s also why he falls so hard for Ali because he is just desperately looking for something to cling to and so he transfers all those un-dealt feelings onto her and then he get’s hurt and his problems become bigger and different and Ali can’t deal - not surprising considering they had barely a foundation. They just went from 0 to 100 in 2 seconds and that just never works out, unless you’re in a very expensive sports car.

I also truly think at times Buck hides behind the loud mouthed, dumb adrenaline junkie persona he got going on as it keeps people from looking deeper, because Buck is very scared they won‘t find anything deeper - or worse, decide they don’t like what they see (and hey, he even got that confirmed by Ali leaving! and Abby! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY MADDIE!).

(Which, to push an agenda real quick, is why I ship Buddie so hard? Because they do have a foundation, they have been emotionally intimate with each other, they’ve seen the worst of each other and still went: I’m gonna have your back. And they have pulled a lot of shit on each other in the two years since meeting! Like, I’m sorry 911, I love you, but please never try and tell me they will have a deeper connection with anyone but each other because it’ll be a damn lie and you know it! If you don’t wanna do Buddie, let those boys get emotionally healthy and THEN give them an endgame but don’t try and replace Buddie with Loveinterests. I’m serious. I might stop watching!)

Eddie meanwhile is much more open with his feelings in the sense that he is less open in general so it’s far more noticeable when something is bothering him *because* he is subtle about it. Because Buck is so loud and so open and all about what you see is what you get, you don‘t assume he is hiding anything because you already see everything, right? (Always hide the real shit in plain sight, you guys, that‘s where no one remembers to look!) But Eddie, Eddie keeps his cards close. Sure he is funny and nice but he is also fucking reserved! And when something bothers him he draws into himself even more and that’s something that shows, that people will take notice of.

Eddies reaction to bad things (also known as *feelings*, because that boy is fucking repressed) happening is running away. And I am not saying he is a coward, I am saying he probably thinks he is and I am saying he runs away from his problems - that’s what 3.15 was about for Eddie: embracing his family (his vulnerabilities) and from what I‘ve seen in the last few days floating around in spoiler *now* Eddie has to learn to face his problems and not run away.

Which will be hard because Eddie deflects a lot.

It‘s funny (in a way that is not funny) that Buck, the fighter, is like the least aggressive guy around while Eddie, Mr quiet and reserved, who is all about running away from his problems, is so physically aggressive - except it is not and makes a lot of sense.

Season 3 truly shows how they deal with problems and I love it, I love them and this show so much!

Because Buck deals with the bombing by working tirelessly to come back to work, he deals with losing Christopher by nearly killing himself trying to find him and he deals with his fear of being replaced by filing the lawsuit to get his job back - which is also why I have to agree with Eddie: Buck truly has a one track mind. He sees the problem and nothing else. That makes him an amazing firefighter but an exhausting guy to be around because he does not give up.

I think in canon we only ever see Buck give up twice, maybe three times once with Abby and once with Christopher, both times he nearly killed himself first. (And one could argue that neither of these times he actually gave up, he was just out of options and time.) Tbh the only actual time he gave up was with Ali and that was probably his one track mind just not having any capacity to deal with a girlfriend on top of everything.

Eddie meanwhile deals with his wife dying and his best friend nearly dying twice and his son being traumatised and his best friend not being allowed back to work and his best friend filing that lawsuit by ... not dealing with it. He just moves on. Runs away from his feelings and his pain by fighting. He can’t deal with - can’t fight - his actual feelings so he fights something else. He lashes out. Becomes feral. That’s literally the gist of this episodes voiceover!

So tbh as much as I like that they resolved that lawsuit within one episode I am a bit bummed that we hardly saw anything of the 118 and especially Eddie without Buck there (specifically during his fighting time) mainly because I think we would have seen Hen and Chimney with Cap and Eddie maybe with Lena but generally keeping his distance, hiding away from them. (I don’t think Eddie just brushing past Buck in 3.06 was just about Buck.)

I truly meant what I said about 2.01 and Eddie taking one look at Buck being an asshole and deciding this one is gonna be his friend. Because while Hen and Chimney have been nice and friendly with him from the get go, they never give him shit the same way they give each other or Cap or Buck, and Eddie needs that. He needs someone who isn’t afraid to call him out and push back, both to get Eddie out of his own head and to make him feel comfortable enough to do the same. Which is why he bonded so fast with Buck and Lena (also, would he have bonded with her like that if Buck had been there? Probably not. Eddie is like the definition of „I only have the emotional capacity to care about three people at a time and two of them are my son“), because both held him accountable for his shit, which no one else on the show does, specifically not Hen and Chimney who treat Eddie as the guy who is good at most things so they just overlook the shitty stuff. And Cap does the same, because Eddie has a lot on his plate and Cap understands his issues better than anyone else’s.

Ya‘ll just need to watch the supermarket scene! It‘s all there!

Buck is in the store trying to create a moment so he can talk to all of them (meaning he is pushing, leaning into the problem until it gives), tries to make the problem go away by apologising (remember what I said about trying another way? Working hard didn’t work. Accepting his predicament didn‘t work. The lawsuit didn’t work. So now he tries talking it out - which he should have done to begin with, but hey, I’m not his therapist (sadly)) (It’s too bad it only worked to a certain level as we saw in the next episode but oh well, that’s actually realistic.)

Meanwhile Eddie has none of it because Eddie is currently running away from his problems so he can’t have his problem stand in front of him buying cat laxatives. So Eddie goes feral, and makes it all about Buck and his mistakes and then throws Christopher under the bus because that man is fighting for his life and he has nothing left to loose!!! I truly love this scene so much, you guys. It’s so revealing about these characters.

(I also shouldn’t have to point out that most of the stuff Eddie said to Buck was about Shannon, right? He was saying the things he was feeling about Shannon and he was throwing them at Buck because Buck was the one who brought it up, but also … look, it’s just ship-y from here all right?)

As for what I said about Hen, Bobby and Chimney in regards to Eddie? I know Chimney made some remarks but come on! Had it been any of them or Buck who yelled at someone like that they would have all interrupted and tried to diffuse the situation. But because it’s Eddie they sort of let it happen. (Also tbh because it’s Eddie and Buck and everyone is a little mad at Buck but they are something different to each other.)

Also, not to push my agenda, can we just talk about how comfortable Eddie has to be with the 118 but especially Buck, how much he has to care, to scream at him like that? Because he is reserved and he always tries to let go of his feelings and he hides so much. And I know part of it is that Eddie is coiled too tight already and about to burst but it’s also about Buck and the fact that Eddie expected better from him because Eddie has such a high opinion of him. Like sure he gives him shit sometimes but I think it’s because Eddie always expects the most of Buck (and Buck rarely lets him down). (And now I did go all ship-y)

Just compare this with his relationship with Shannon: with Shannon Eddie always is the one to make decisions, in part because he believes that’s what a man should do but also in part because he doesn’t trust her - and that was even before she left. Eddie trusts no one but himself for the most part but he does trust Buck, because to Eddie Buck can hardly do wrong. Which is why the whole law suit probably hit him so hard cause he expects everyone to let him down all the time but Evan Buckley? The guy he trust with his son more than anyone else? That guy? He expected better off! And that my friends is beautiful.

As for the voiceover it does poise one very central question for Eddie’s character: If he gives up control, will he be able to regain it? Because that is Eddie’s biggest fear and why he always holds everything so tight: he thinks if he lets the floodgates open once, he’ll never be able to close them.

In other news: Ryan took his shirt off.

Episode 3.06:

Before I write another 2400 words about our boys, I wanna remind you of that scene of Bobby, Chimney and Eddie wearing sun glasses, with Hen wearing her normal glasses, standing round, looking like an album cover! *plays „Clique“ by Kanye West, Jay-Z, Big Sean*

Do you think Athena and Hen talked about Bobby and how he would / does handle Buck? They did, didn’t they?

Also love how Hen and Chimney are super welcoming because one, they know what it’s like to be the odd one out and two, they love Buck and actually see his point of view. I believe. Now if only someone would remember to tell him.

Like, come on, they probably sit in the ambulance gossiping all the time!

I really love that we saw some bonding between Buck and Hen and Buck and Chimney in this episode because as much as I love Buddie we do not see enough of those combos (we don’t see enough of Buddie either).

Also the whole two steps forward, one step back? That is Bobby in this episode.

Now, we have to talk about the apology scene because this is Buck, expressing himself, being vulnerable. I love this episode a lot especially in regards to this Meta because here we see all the things I explained for the last episode: Buck is expressing, trying his best to make the problem go away while Eddie avoids it.

Also, you know, there is the whole illegal fighting thing that is visible on Eddie and look, if you did something like that would you willingly spent time with the one person who will call you out on it or will you avoid him like the plague? Especially if the last time you saw him you were screaming bloody murder at him in the middle of a grocery store! And the next time you see him he calls you out for your bruising. Yeah, guys, that’s just realistic.

Also bit of a reach, but the reason this is part of my discussion of 3.06 and not 3.05, which is Eddie’s relationship to Buck. Remember how 3.03 ended? That beautiful moment that made Oliver Stark cry on Instagram live? Remember how Eddie said „It’s his turn to save you now.“? Yeah, what happened to that?

Okay, Eddie is not an expressive guy. He is bad with feelings. He hates having them. And here comes Evan „Buck“ Buckley and he is just the polar opposite. Sure, he’d rather not talk about his feelings either but he has a lot of them and he *likes* having all of them and he wallows in them and that is probably a lot for a guy like Eddie to deal with. Especially when I do think Eddie understands somewhat where Buck came from and he probably feels guilty af about making Buck feel like he was being replaced. About not seeing the pain Buck was in. About not being there for him - which is why he lashes out, because guilt can make the healthiest people do horrible shit and Eddie is far from any definition of healthy at that point.

But I do have to say I am reaching with this and if I ever meet Tim Minear I will have him explain the fight scene and the apology scene to me word for word because it has to be deeper, right?

It can’t just be Eddie lashing out, and saying exactly the things he knows will hurt Buck because he is mad mad mad? Yeah, I know, whatever.

(Because even if that is the case? This is still the scene where a guy uses his best friend as a substitute to get his anger for his dead wife out in a somewhat healthy manner.)

Which is why I love both these scenes immensely, because it shows exactly how differently Eddie and Buck deal with things, because Eddie avoids them or gets mad and screams at them while Buck, actually does something fairly healthy and try to talk it out - but like only as his last option. He tries anything but talking before that, except with Eddie because they are connected and he finally *finally* lets himself be emotionally vulnerable with Eddie.

Which is also why the apology scene is so important to me, despite thinking while a bit rash, Buck wasn’t exactly wrong in his actions. I would have hated if they just brushed the grocery store over or made it about Eddie and the issues he had at the time. Instead they gave us this beautiful scene where Buck finally - FINALLY - gets to explain himself to someone, especially Eddie, the guy who he hurt the most because Buck is his anchor, and Eddie actually listens and then he gets it and he is like, oh, I wasn’t wrong! He really deserves all my trust!

So you know, that’s just beautiful, wether it’s platonic or romantic.

Episode 3.07: no relevance

Episode 3.08:

I wanna say something right of the bat that is probably controversial as hell:

Eddie did not want to share with Bobby. Eddie likes Bobby, he trusts Bobby, but he wasn’t really feeling like sharing with Bobby.

The reason Eddie talked with Bobby about all of this? Well, first of all it was bound to happen, sometimes things need to be said and then it doesn’t really matter who you’re talking to.

Also Eddie? Boy Scout. Army man. Chain of Command. If your superior officer tells you to share - you share! There. I said it. (This is not a Bobby Nash - stan account)

Also: „A friend of mine told me I needed an outlet - think I found it.“ - no, you didn’t Buddy boy, it’s why I’m currently 10.000 words into an episode by episode analysis of your character! (can you tell I am slowly going off the rails with this?)

But I do love how we finally got to see sassy!Eddie again. I missed you, babe!

As for the kitchen scene and the look, yes, I know, Maddie was looking at them like that because she just called them out about gossiping and they turned around and gossiped, buuuut … ya’ll also realise that Chimney was apparently *not* aware that anything was wrong with Eddie when Eddie had been acting weird way longer then Hen. He nearly punched Buck in a grocery store, he comes in with new bruises like 3 times a week but sure mate, he is all normal! (Or you know, Buck is just hyperfocused on Eddie)

One thing that freaks me out every time I watch this episode is how completely fucking nonchalant Eddie seems by the fact that he nearly fucking killed a guy. To quote Lena Bosko, professional plot pusher: „What the hell, Eddie?“

And then of course 3.15 happened and we saw Eddie shoot multiple people, so he probably learned how to compartmentalise and I guess I need to remember this is a TV show and no one actually died. But wow, I really need this addressed more because I have such mixed feelings about this.

And with regards to this I wanna say something even more controversial: Eddie got off easy. Yes, the guy willingly went into that ring but Eddie nearly killed him and all Bobby wanted to talk about was why Eddie was fighting? Again: What the hell?

Another thing this episode firmly proofs is that Lena is really just a poor substitute for Buck because Eddie doesn’t actually know anything about her, he just uses her as a sounding board because, well, Buck wasn’t there and he was lonely?

As for the actual conversation happening, yes, there we have it, in plain sight, Eddie needs to be in control because he thinks this is what Christopher needs him to be and as I’ve said before Eddie will always do anything for Christopher, even if he hurts himself in the process.

Also, remember when Lena told him he needed to show and tell his son how he felt so Christopher knows it’s okay to feel that way as well? Clearly didn’t stick of he would not feel this intense need to be in control. Which is realistic, you don’t just unlearn behaviour you had for like 30 years just because someone gives you some good advice once! (Man, my life could be so different!)

I’m also not a fan of Bobby’s „She died.“ because while yes, it wasn’t her fault that she left this time, grief isn’t rational. And even without the looming divorce Eddie has every right to be upset and to be angry at the world, and yes, even his dead wife. She’s dead. It doesn’t hurt her anymore. (Although that would be one feeling he should probably keep from Christopher.)

Not to mention Eddie feels guilty as hell. His anger? Mostly at himself. The sentence “I broke his mother”? Broke me as well.

But I also understand Eddie because while he may be grieving, his son is clearly traumatised by the whole situation, as seen in 3.04, and Eddie is trying his best and look, his outlet wasn’t the healthiest but um, at least he realised he needed one? He addressed that? That’s growth (sorta).

Amount of shirtless!Eddie scenes: 2, which feels a bit like overkill for one episode (pace yourself, Tim, this isn’t Game of Thrones)

Episode 3.09:

Frank! My main man Frank! Ui, I love him! When Tim calls me to come consult for Season 4 because clearly by now I am an expert on his characters and the way they should act, I will tell him to bring Frank back. I miss Frank. I hope he’s doing okay. He deserves the world. Also really wanna meet Rosemary.

And hey, as someone who has worked in the mental health sector and probably will again come October (if I manage to finish my degree by then, urgh, Corona, you are destroying my thesis!), I love that scene on the sofa so much! All of them openly sharing that they have been in therapy and talking about their therapists and just, uh, that scene makes me all tingly!

Before we get into all the emotional things I’m just gonna add the scene on the sofa to my list of scene I don’t fully understand. Like, what emotion exactly was Eddie supposed to be conveying because to me he sounds angry. And why should Eddie be angry about Buck sleeping with his therapist? What reason could he have?

Okay, yeah, maybe it’s a little exasperation and annoyance because apparently Evan Buckley is just coasting through life and doesn’t even take therapy seriously. Idk. I haven’t read the script.

But it does lead us to Buck giving Eddie shit, because, as I’ve said before, that’s what Buck does.

As for the therapy scene, yay, there is a mention of the nearly dead guy! Who is not dead. Yay!

I do love Eddie’s reasons for going to therapy and really trying, even though he is not clicking with Frank. He is such a good dad! (Also I’ve been debating for like 20 minutes whether Eddie would be more comfortable sharing with a woman or with a man and for some reason (his connection with Buck vs his relationship with Shannon) I think he’d be more comfortable with a man. Idk. I could be wrong. - Also Eddie is probably always uncomfortable talking about his feelings, so there is that!) His reasoning shows also yet again what I said about both Buck and Eddie before: they are protectors. They will make themselves vulnerable to help someone else. It’s a thing.

Also I pulled out my pocket edition of ICD-10 to check and while we don’t have enough information to give a full diagnosis, it’s safe to say that he is supposed to be going through a depressive episode. Because yes, sometimes depressed people aren’t sad, sometimes they are fucking angry.

Now, as for the Evan Buckley of it all and that scene: I read another Meta by someone clearly much better at this than me that stated Eddie uses Sarcasm as a way to deflect, which is exactly what is happening here because Eddie is not as fine with everything that happened as he pretends to be. I think he has just come to the sudden and horrible conclusion that his tipping point has been Buck no longer being in his life and so he decided it was easier to just move on then deal with his feelings (which is what got you into this mess in the first place, Edmundo, so please rethink,) if that means Buck back in his life.

I also think Eddie deflects here because he realises how much what he did and what he said actually hurt Buck in return and Eddie doesn’t fully know how to deal with that. And look, if they actually start discussing their issues then Eddie will have to admit his guilt and Eddie will have to say he’s sorry and right then he is still too pissed to do so, so he decides to move on.

Ah, the wonderful clash of Eddie thinking actions speak louder than words but Buck needing to hear the actual words.

Sidenote: I sent the kitchen scene to my roommate, stopped before they played the video game and asked her what she thinks happened next. And to quote „Love me <3 <3 <3. Please fuck me“ - because yes, she did take one look at them and decide the one with the puppy dog eyes was a bottom. That’s also a quote.

Episode 3.10:

Eddie really is trying so hard to be a good dad, isn’t he?

I also love the little head shake Eddie gives after Chris ask Buck about spending Christmas with him, because he clearly has already talked about the whole thing with Buck. And I’m not gonna talk about the framing. Other’s have done that before and I don’t actually know that much about it in first place.

Also it is cute as all hell that Chris asked Buck in the first place and also heartbreaking.

Other than that this episode doesn’t have that much of a relevance for this meta, because if I have to start discussing Buck’s other issues as well this will never be done.

Before I let you go, I wanna say something real quick:

In the past few days there have been several posts about content creators and liking vs commenting / reblogging on my dash and I just wanna say this is true for meta writers as well! Look, I love everyone who likes this because validation, but I’m not actually writing this meta for myself, I’m writing this because I have thoughts and I wanna share them with the rest of the class and have the class discuss it with me!

So please, reblog this and comment under or in the tags or come to my ask or my messages, even if it’s only to tell me that my punctuation is shit!

Anyways, @angelcamael and @greyhello here’s part 3!

#buck meta #eddie meta #buddie meta #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck #buddie #911 meta #911 #911 fox #textpost #mine #meta #season 3 #my meta

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elencelebrindal · 4 years

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Gold Saints Power Ranked

So, according to the conversation I had with my friends, that started the previous post about Shaka, this is the result. I am trying to be realistic here, as much as Saint Seiya can allow me. So, no pot bullshit and no miraculous victory for the sake of the show.

Only five of them are properly ranked. All the other ones fall under the same category, sort of. Mostly anime based, but there’s a few canon information from the manga as well. I wanted to be as thorough as possible.

Under the cut so if you’re not interested you don’t need to scroll down like a madman. This is a really long post, and it contains all the stuff I’ve written over time plus the conclusions I’ve got from talking about this with my friends.

I will hopefully be back with the honest opinions maybe on Wednesday. It depends on what happens the day before.

#1 Virgo Shaka

“The man closest to god” If this alone doesn’t convince you that he’s the most powerful of the Gold Saints, remember what the premise of this character is. Eyes closed as to stockpile huge amounts of cosmo, almost a literal deity who has Buddha with him, feared by everyone at the Sanctuary, his “death” shocked every single Saint in a five mile radius. He used the Athena Exclamation to awaken the Eight Sense and travel to the Underworld, instead of... you know, just being annihilated from existence thanks to the power of the Big Bang.

He wasn’t the strongest Gold Saint in the past, being overpowered by Aiolos and the twins, but became the most powerful (especially in terms of cosmo) thanks to constant training and refining. Moreover, he has 13 years of training more that Aiolos, and possibly a good amount of training more than Saga (because come on, you really think he thought about becoming stronger during his tyranny?) and Kanon (was trapped in Cape Sounion for more that 5 minutes, I believe).

All of his techniques are terrifying. His illusions are straight-up dangerous, almost impossible to overcome, and he can get rid of a person’s five and/or six senses in the blink of an eye. Not even Saga, Camus and Shura, who knew him and were still as powerful as they were before dying, could escape from that.

#2 Saga & Kanon

Yes, they are more powerful than Aiolos. Why, you ask? Canonically, Saga is the strongest Gold Saint of his generation and the most powerful Saint to have ever served Athena. Kanon is basically the same. They’re not the actual strongest Saints just because it’s really illogical for them to be better than Shaka, and I’m not going 100% canon here, but somewhat 50/50 between canon and “realism”. And... Well, they’re been alive for longer. For the same exact reason, by the Hades Chapter, Kanon is way stronger than Saga, even though they’ve been on the same level until Saga’s death during the Sanctuary Arc. There’s no way I’ll believe that Kanon didn’t get stronger during the time Saga was dead. It’s unrealistic.

They both have incredible mind controlling power, a claim backed up by the Demon Emperor Fist (Saga successfully mind-controlled Aiolia with this, while Kanon did the same with both Lune and Rhadamanthys), and they're able to conjure extremely powerful illusions. They’re obviously not on Shaka’s level, because let’s not forget what happened to Saga during the Sactuary Arc: Shiryu, being blind at the time, easily defeated his illusions. And! Kanon was able to trick Saga when he came back as a Specter, even if he retaliated. The most dangerous technique they have clearly shows their true cosmo, and I’m not talking about the Galaxian Explosion. Sure, that’s capable of obliterating anything and anyone in its path, but it can be countered. No, I’m talking about their ability to send people in other dimensions. Saga’s Another Dimension and Kanon’s Golden Triangle (I think this is the English name, I might be wrong) are something to be afraid of. Not even the Thanos snap can compare to that. One second you’re chilling out in your dimension, the other you’re lost in nothingness for the rest of eternity.

But, in the past, Aiolos was stronger than them. They only got so far, in the present day, because Aiolos died, thus allowing them to surpass him.

Still on #2 Dohko

To whoever thinks Dohko is not one of the most powerful Gold Saints of this generation... what the hell are you doing!? Seriously, though. Dohko survived his generation’s Holy War, 100% not out of luck, and is by far the most experienced of them all. Not only that, his cosmo is clearly out of this world. This man, misopethamenos (I had to do a double take on that one) or not, spent two hundred years without using a single drop of his cosmo. And believe me, even if his heart slowed down, I doubt his cosmo would have simply stopped growing. It was still two hundred years. Do you want me to believe he just stayed there, idly watching, without gaining anything from that much time passing? Yeah, no.

Still don’t believe me? Saga himself, in the manga, said that he’s the strongest Saint. Not enough to overpower Shaka, obviously for the reasons stated above, but enough to retain his second place alongside the twins.

#3 Aiolos

Yes, your heard me right. Third place. Fair is fair. Aiolos was so powerful that Shion wanted him to be the next Pope. There is no denying that, and there is no denying that canonically he was stronger that Saga. But... you see the problem, right? Aiolos died in the past. Even if he was the strongest back then, he had no way of keeping his strength going. I still believe no one, aside from who already was as powerful as him, could be able to become stronger, so that’s the reason he gets third place.

By the time he came back in the Hades Chapter, I saw absolutely no reasons to believe it was still possible to describe him as the strongest of them all. Moreover, I saw no reasons to believe, would Aiolos be still alive, that he could claim the title of Pope as his own. Realistically speaking, by the end of the show, Aiolos is probably the one with the least experience (having died young this sentence sounds weird) and anyone would be a better choice than him. But we’re talking about cosmo, and his cosmo gets him the third place.

#4 Mu

Yep. Our beloved self-licensed blacksmith gets a spot among the most powerful Gold Saints of this generation. Why? First of all, his master was Shion. And if you have a good master, you are a good disciple. Second, he has the strongest psychic powers of his generation. Much like Shion, in fact. No one is better than him at psychokinesis, teleportation and telepathy, and this is backed up by the Sanctuary Arc. Remember the time Shaka asked for his help because he didn’t have enough power to teleport both himself and Ikki back to Athena’s Sanctuary? Because I do.

He might not be that memorable, in fact even one of my friends claimed he isn’t that good, but I beg to differ. Mu is experienced, he had Shion to help him become a Gold Saint, he can repair any Cloth thanks to his skill, and he’s dangerous. Even if the classic series doesn’t give us the impression Mu could be a real threat, the Hades Chapter fixes everything. The Crystal Wall? Impenetrable. The Starlight Extinction? Oh boy, what a treat. In fact, this technique in particular tells you how versatile Mu’s ability with psychic power is, since he’s able to use it both defensively (aka when he teleported Seiya away from the battle) and offensively (aka when he teleported Deathmask and Aphrodite with the objective to kill them).

Don’t tell me he can be underestimated. because he will kick your ass into outer space.

#5 is all of the other ones, in no particular order, because I believe they are mostly on the same level. Well, that... and they haven’t been described as “the strongest” in canon works.

Milo

Kind of obvious I would still start with him, but at this point you know who my favorite of this 12 idiots is. Milo’s power is a tricky one. At first it might not seem much, and I’ve been around people who described him as weak, but that’s inaccurate. First of all, I think many people forget how devastating Milo’s cosmo is, showed to us by the destruction of Andromeda Island, but this is not the point I’m making.

Rather, I want to focus your attention on the Scarlet Needle. Which, admittedly, is a scary technique, to the point of Milo not using it if the opponent surrenders. We know that Gold Saints are not spotless heroes. They kill without thinking twice about it, they’re brutal, they never abandon a fight until someone dies. Taking this into account, the sheer fact that Milo refuses to use the Scarlet Needle on someone who surrenders is enough to make you think about it. It is stated time and time again what the Scarlet Needle is and what it does. One single hit can make the victim suffer tremendous amounts of pain, even if it doesn’t kill. If we say that this technique mimics the way a scorpion’s poison works, it’s even worse because of the effect it could have on the body. Canonically, the Scarlet Needle causes potentially lethal blood loss on top of agonizing pain, and (but I’m not sure about this) could get rid of the five senses. Moreover, the victim can easily go crazy due to the amount of pain, and I’ve always believed a realistic effect would be an early body paralysis. He uses a technique called Restriction, after all.

Sure, if he doesn’t use Antares, if the victim doesn’t die of blood loss or succumbs to the pain, this technique can be survived. But I don’t think anyone less than a Gold Saint, a Marina General or a Judge could actually survive without Milo’s help. After all, we do see Milo stopping the course of his technique with both Hyoga and Kanon. The reason why I don’t believe he’s stronger than the average Gold Saint of this generation (don’t forget that all of them are god-tier warriors in any case) is the random chance this technique bears. One hit cannot kill a strong opponent, and even if his entire fighting style is based on quick actions there’s no way for him to predict if every single needle will hit, and there’s no way for him to know if someone he hit with Antares would 100% die. In most cases the victim dies, but they have a slight chance of surviving.

Camus

Let’s immediately address the elephant in the room. Camus cannot reach the Absolute Zero. Now, while in my non-canonic works I go the realistic way and make him master this temperature, I will be keeping my logic ass down. The only thing that makes Camus different from the other Gold Saints is the fact that he uses his cosmo to stop the atoms, instead of manipulating them in other ways. In one word, cold. There’s nothing else special about him, and I will not be biased by the fact that I love this character. He is a cold person, he can appear insensitive and strict, but nothing about him tells me he is more powerful than the average Gold. He’s just different, not stronger.

Obviously, I recognize how dangerous his Freezing Coffin is. If you get trapped in there, it’s over. It might not be deadly (even if it should definitely be, given a normal person is going to suffocate inside a solid block of ice), but it’s something to be afraid of. However, it has some important weaknesses. One, it’s almost useless against moving targets. It takes too long to create, so encapsulating a person that’s moving around is not happening. Two, anyone who is able to create a lower temperature while being inside it can get out. On a more realistic level, I believe the Freezing Coffin could be an almost instantaneous technique. Camus’ cosmo is definitely able to summon enough cold energy to create one without needing too much time (think about the Freezing Coffin in Saint Seiya Awakening), but! since he’s not actually able to be that fast... you see where I’m going with this.

Aphrodite

He has the same problem that made me put Milo in the average Gold Saints. I know that he’s dangerous, that his roses are not something to underestimate, but there’s a huge problem with random chance here. He is said to be one of the strongest among the Saints, and people are terrified of him because of his fighting abilities and personality, but I don’t think he makes the cut to be on top simply because of the fact he mostly relies on items to channel his cosmo. Roses and vines can be effective up to a certain point, cosmo or not. Even his most powerful technique, the Bloody Rose, can be stopped much more easily than a blow fired with raw cosmo (that is a weird sentence and I know). It can be destroyed before it hits, and a person can successfully shield themselves. I know a Bloody Rose is powerful enough to pierce a Gold Cloth, but it can be stopped. In the end, the effective power of the rose lies in Aphrodite’s ability to use it, but if his opponent knows him or uses a good defensive technique... well, it won’t work. The vines are similar. Sure, they’re imbued with cosmo, but someone could be able to counteract them, and then what?

Now, if Aphrodite had one particular technique, one that we’ve seen another Pisces Saint use... things would have been different. I would have believed with no question asked that he deserves to be above average. What technique am I talking about? Crimson Thorn. Albafica’s unique attack, that he can use thanks (ironically) to his poisonous blood. That technique doesn’t rely on external items. It doesn’t require roses, or vines, or anything else. Just the blood of the Saint. It’s dangerous because it’s almost impossible to counteract, I believe it to be extremely difficult to be aware of if you’re the opponent, and it’s lethal. That’s pure poison shot straight into your body, with no other media used to inject it. Unfortunately for Aphrodite (or luckily?) he cannot use it, so the random chance of his attacks is very much still there, hindering my ability to put him at the top.

Deathmask

Right off the bad, I deeply respect his psychic abilities. Being able to reach all the way to China with his cosmo is not an easy feat. This is similar to what Camus did to sink the ship even more, but ten times more powerful, since he actually took control of Shunrei’s body to make it levitate and fall. But is this enough to win him the top spot? Nope.

Of course, I’m not saying he’s not powerful. Deathmask is able to snatch the soul off of his opponent body and send it straight to the Yomotsu Hirasaka. That alone is scary. Imagine if there is a man, out there, capable of pointing his finger at you and BOOM you’re not in the realm of living anymore. Your body id still out there, but your soul is trapped with the souls of the dead, ready to die as well. The thing is... there’s nothing else about him. Sure, he can use his cosmo to travel between the two places, but we don’t know how powerful he really is. With us knowing just one technique, and with him not getting that much attention, I have no reasons to say he deserves to be on top. I have no evidence of him being more powerful than the average. There is a reason I liked Manigoldo more than him, after all.

Aldebaran

Ok. Aldebaran is a problem I didn’t account for when writing this. Technically, he is the strongest of them all. Physically, at least. He might not have that tremendous cosmo of his fellows in the top 5, but he is the most powerful in terms of physical strength. Because of this, I was conflicted about whether to put him, if above average or among average. In the end, I decided for the latter. Sure, Aldebaran is an amazing fighter, and could have easily defeated the Bronze Saints at his temple (as stated by Mu, he didn’t fight to his full potential), but physical strength is not the most important characteristic in a Saint. At least, not in a Gold Saint. There’s a lot of enemies in the Saint Seiya world that are not going to be defeated by using physical strength. And even though I fully believe the physical strength of a Saint can overpower another person’s cosmo, I don’t think that mainly relying on it it’s a successful strategy.

Of course, betting everything on your cosmo is useless as well, and the Hades’ barrier is a perfect example of that, but there is a threshold you can cross with your cosmo (i.e. someone with a divine or almost divine cosmo would not have a single problem against this kind of defenses, realistically). With physical strength... eh, there’s a limit. Spiritual power can be enhanced infinitely, I don’t see anything preventing you from doing that other than your own mind, but physical strength is different. I don’t care how powerful you cosmo is, how divine your blood is. Your body has limits than cannot be crossed, even supernaturally speaking. You can refine your cosmo to the point of being able to break a planet in half, but there’s no way I’ll believe something like that is possible with physical strength, and that’s why Aldebaran is not above average. It’s amazing that he’s so different from anyone else, but relying on something that is, no doubt, limited... eh, it makes him less powerful.

Aiolia

I can already fell you people coming for me for putting Aiolia among the average Saints. But honestly... can you blame me? I am aware of the “reincarnation of Achilles” thing, don’t worry. And I don’t deny in any way that he’s powerful and that he is undoubtedly a skilled fighter. But he doesn’t stand out that much. I asked some people to give me an opinion of him, and the majority of them said that Aiolia has to be really powerful since his master was Aiolos (like the thing between Mu and Shion), but I have my doubts. First, Aiolia only trained with his brother for a short time. Second, even though Aiolos was his master, I don’t think it’s accurate to use this as an assumption for Aiolia being more than average. This situation was not a “master chooses his disciple” thing, but a “helping a little brother out” thing.

Now, on a fighting skills level I think he is above average. There’s no way people started talking about him as Achilles, otherwise. He has a fiery personality, I respect that. Though, his cosmo is not that out of the ordinary. Sure, he has a shit ton of techniques, much like his brother, but I have no evidence supporting the fact that he could be more that what we see. I love that he has an healing cosmo, I cannot stress this out enough, and I love that people just tremble in fear because of his presence. But in terms of training he did nothing special, if anything all the gossip about him made it even more difficult to develop a cosmo similar to his brother’s. Like I said, I’m looking at the more logical path here, and it makes sense that his past would have taken away something from him.

BUT I am absolutely not forgetting what Episode G told me. He can generate electricity with is cosmo, something that could kill gods. Now that’s something that would put him above average, for sure, if you don’t take everything else into account.

Shura

He was difficult for me to analyze in terms of power, because it’s never actually him fighting with his raw cosmo, but it’s Excalibur. The sword resides in his arms and legs, so technically you could still say it’s him, but I though about it and concluded that yes, he is the one doing the fight, but without channeling his cosmo through Excalibur I don’t think he’d be that scary. This doesn’t make Shura less than any other Saints, let me be clear. He is the Capricorn Saint, and the Capricorn Saint always had Excalibur to begin with. His capabilities are measured by looking at how skilled he is with Excalibur, not with his raw cosmo. The reason why it was difficult for me to understand where to actually put him is the fact that Excalibur alone is a terrifying weapon (I know I keep using that word, but I’m honestly stressed out and my vocabulary is lost somewhere in my stress-free life).

As far as we know, every Capricorn Saint has a different level of skill and power regarding Excalibur. Capricorn Izo, for example, as Hyoga said had a stronger Excalibur than Shura. Capricorn El Cid, on the other hand, successfully used Excalibur to kill a minor god, even if aided by Sisyphus. Shura as well knows the art of this sacred sword by heart, and in Episode G he reached the power of the gods, but this thing is never highlighted enough for me to actually be able to give him a spot among the above average Gold Saints. The majority of the things we know about him don’t spend particular amounts of time praising his power, and from what I can see I don’t want to gift him a spot he probably doesn’t deserve. Even if I love him.

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Can someone explain to me why does everyone love Nico so much. I’m not even trying to be mean or a douche bag. I like Nico he’s my fourth favorite character in the Percy Jackson universe. However they are better characters that go through more pain and suffering and him. One example is Leo. A character who pretty much loses everything ,but still has the mindset not to sink into despair. Now this might sound like I’m being an asshole.

Nico sister dies. Yeah I feel sad for this 10-11 old kid and , his crush broke his promise to him. He runs away to the underworld ,and some skeletons are attacking Percy ,but he doesn’t want Percy to be hurt at all . Yeah I can see where , Nico is coming from. For the next book he is a somewhat bratty kid with some level of baggage and grieving over his sister death. Which makes it more understandable and ,I guess his actions are justified in the way. As a audience don’t really see Nico begin excluded form camp half-blood. It’s not even really mention how much. Even Will in the “Blood of Olympus” told him off for his self exile ,no one was forcing him he do it on his own.

So I don’t wanna hear people ,bitching and complaining how I don’t understand Nico as a character. In a way he brought himself to a outcast. Which is somewhat understandable in the way ,people think of Hades children ,but people like Percy ,Annabeth and Grover don’t even care at all. They tried to reach out and be his friend ,but he didn’t really except them it’s kind of hypocritical of him. Throughout most the whole book of “Battle Of The Labyrinth” his like of understandable , but does that make is action right no. Well until Final chapters. He’s trying to bring back his sister to life, when everybody says no but a crazy ghost king says yes. Obvious answer is to believe in the ghost king for the majority of the book. He did redeem himself in the final few chapters. In the most bad-ass ,awesome and incredible way ever. At the end of a book Percy tries again to reach out to him and he’s somewhat finally excepted.

In “The last Olympian” Nico in the beginning he’s is kind of a dick ,to Percy to find out his past. Tricking and manipulating the only person ,who constantly believes in you that’s alive to get ,that you what is always the right choice. Note my freaking sarcasm. His backstory is painful , heartbreaking and extremely sad. Sorry to say it most character in the Percy Jackson universe has a tragic backstory. He does a number of great things in this book. Which are to many spoilers so go read the books. Also this is book where he gets a lot of character development. Also he’s 13-14 years old in his book so there’s no excuse for his actions. It because we blame Percy for a lot of shit when he was that age.

He’s not in the next book.

Now for the “Son of Neptune” he has no real reason to not tell Percy the truth. Tell me give me one goddamn good reason why he doesn’t tell Percy to truth about his past. I’m waiting waiting waiting waiting oh that’s right there’s no good reason for it.

Next book “ Mark of Athena” he gets his ass kidnap. Fine fine fine OK that comes off as being a dick so I would like to say I’m sorry ha ha ha ha yeah not really. Yes he goes to tartarus for a day or two the reason why he does it make sense , but that will be a huge spoiler. He did promise Percy something which’s is a huge huge spoiler again.

This book it’s called “House of Hades” now here Nico did everything right. He kept his promise to Percy. Besides that he did almost pretty much nothing in this book that I can actually remember top my head off. All we really got to know about Nico was he was gay that’s pretty much it. Yes he did a few awesome things.

The final book of the “Heroes of Olympus” My least favorite book of Rick Riordan book series. We finally get a Nico’s point of you it’s not really as dark as I thought it would be it’s more darker but poetic and jaded than anything else. I’m not gonna give you a play-by-play what happens in this book the bond between Reyna and Nico is Probably one of or not the best part about the whole book. Nico actually kill somebody this book ,but you know what the person deserves it. Yes Nico gets a boyfriend. Which was kind of forced on us honestly. I honestly think these guys deserve each other but it’s rushed.

Finally for the trial of Apollo series Nico is barely in it.

I know I know it might come of as hate but his my fourth favorite character. So why does everyone love Nico so much. I love this guy anyway but I want to hear your opinions. I honestly believe they’re are better characters and characters that get better development.. I want to know what your guys favorite characters. We all have our own opinions and can’t wait to see yours.

#video anything #didi #didiwc #percy jackson #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #leo valdez #rick riordan #one of my favorite book series #best character #favourite characters #opinion

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As Mime Goes By || Harsh, Ricky, Rio and Winston

Winston looked over at Ricky as they pulled over to the agreed point they would park. Turning to Orion and Ricky, they swallowed before looking out the window. They’d taken the essentials of course, flashlight, tablet, camera, everything that you needed when you were doing recon, not to mention lots of energy heavy snacks for when they inevitably over did the magic. They hoped that wouldn’t be a problem, but just in case they’d brought a baseball bat. “Listen, these,” they waved their bat as they got out the car, “are just precautions, we’re just looking around and Rio is here because he’s you know you’ve got the whole,” Winston flexed and grunted before continuing, “going on and Ricky is here because he looks like that. So recon. No fighting, oh and this guy’s name is Harsh. So no funny jokes about it, please.”

It was the unspoken rule of heists that the guy with the truck drove, and so Ricky was the one behind the wheel as the three of them pulled into their destination. Winston had asked them to tag along and Ricky was in the habit of doing whatever Winston wanted because well it was nice to have more members of the family. He snickered a little bit as Winston dragged the baseball bat out of the car before tucking one of several hunting knives he’d picked up into strategic and easily accessible points around his person, “Uh huh. It doesn’t help that the last time the three of us went someplace together we almost blew up a restaurant. We probably need more than a baseball bat but, that’s why you’ve got me and muscles over here.” he pointed to Rio and shrugged, “Harsh isn’t the weirdest name I’ve ever heard. As long as they don’t feed us to the mimes I’m chill.”

This whole thing was a terrible idea. Harsh shouldn’t have agreed, hell he shouldn’t have suggested it. Oh well, too late to back out now. Winston seemed decent, so he couldn’t just let them and their roomies go it alone. He lingered in the shadows, watching as the car pulled up and parked. Those looked like the guys. Lifting a hand in greeting, he made his way over. “Winston? This is our backup? Nice to meet you, I’m guessing Winston already told you about me. I figure we just go around, try to keep quiet and see if we spot anymore of those assholes wandering around. As soon as we run into trouble though, we run. I fought one of those things already and I’m not up for doing it again tonight.” He shifted on the spot, glancing back toward the restaurant. The area nearby seemed way too normal for some place that should have been blown up recently. “So, you ready to head in?”

Another day, another potentially dangerous and absolutely stupid thing that Orion had let himself get dragged into. The things he did for his roommates. “I detest being called muscles” Rio spoke nonchalantly from the back seat. He wasn’t serious for the most part, though he wasn’t exactly a fan of using the super strength unless necessary. And he was currently praying to the God he didn’t really believe in that it wasn’t necessary. He was getting pretty sick of mimes trying to kill him. “Nice to meet you mister. I’m Orion, or Rio.” He introduced himself to Harsh. “I like the running idea. We should bring you along more often.” The only reason he agreed to come along was because he was afraid his roommates were going to get themselves hurt. Plus he had night vision. “If I say no, do we get to leave?”

Rolling their eyes, Winston wished to all hell that they could just walk away from here. But with their mime attempting to murder them multiple times now, enough was enough. It was time to find a solution. Skylar was losing her mind, Roland was mute, Athena too. It was too much. Something had to be done and Winston might be able to do it. Hopefully. “Yeah, I’m Winston and this is my other friend Ricky,” they wished that they had someone like Nic with them, but it seemed weird to come to a hunter with a random problem when they didn’t know them and they DEFINITELY weren’t talking to Athena about this. “Let’s get this over with so that we can begin planning how we solve this problem.” Winston crept slowly down the deserted street. Which was weird for this time of night. It shouldn’t be this empty right? Was it also really necessary that the street lights were flickering?

Ricky flashed a peace sign as Winston introduced him, “Yo. I’m Ricky. I drive the truck, get stuff off tall shelves, and have some knives for mime stabbing. I would love not having to rip anyone else’s throat out with my teeth. That’s like…. Stretch goal for the evening.” He followed closely, if not nearly as stealthily, behind Winston as they made their way slowly to the restaurant “There are… uh there’re street lights, my dude. I think they can see us. Also if we were gonna be sneaking you should have told me so I didn’t roll up in a fucking bro tank and skinny jeans. Archer would be so disappointed in me.” He glanced quickly behind him to make sure Rio was still in his field of vision. Hunter revelation aside Ricky felt a certain level of protectiveness over his new roommate. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that there was a real chance they’d all get murdered by a fucking mime. “Yo. W.” he got closer to Winston and lowered his voice, “Is your new friend chill? If I have to go all bitey again I don’t want someone freaking out.”

“Oh yeah? I think I heard about that throat ripping thing, nice work on that, man,” Harsh said, with a little grin. “But yeah, I’d rather run than have to resort to that.” He kept pace with the others, eyes flicking this way and that. It was quiet, way too quiet. There was a knife tucked inside of his jacket, but he didn’t plan on going for it except as a last resort. As they drew closer to the restaurant, he frowned, an odd smell catching his attention. It was almost… sweet? “Hey, you guys smell that? It’s like… pastries? The place is supposed to be closed isn’t it?” His frown grew slightly. Wait… he knew this smell, the last time he had noticed it was at Flipped, right after he had cut that mime’s throat. Not a great sign there. His eyes drifted around again. “Anyone see anything moving? I think… those mime things, when they bleed, they smell like this.”

Orion crept along with the group, keeping an eye around the place to see if anything caught his attention. “Maybe they cook overnight?” Rio asked curiously, but he could already tell that he couldn’t hear any footsteps or anything from within the restaurant. That didn’t seem to mean much honestly, he also hadn’t heard anything when Erin’s mime chased them or when Rio and Blanche’s mime had broken into the house. Somehow these things moved completely silently. For someone that was so used to hearing everything, it was a bit unnerving. “I don’t see anyone moving around inside but…” He hopped a bit, trying to get a better look inside, “I see something on the floors.” It was dark, almost viscous. It only took a moment for Rio to realize that it looked remarkably similar to whatever it was that the mimes bled. “I think… I think you’re right,” Rio looked over at Harsh. “I can see the stuff on the floors inside. Like trails of it leading somewhere.” Rio personally had no desire to figure out where it led, but something told him he wasn’t getting off that easily.

It would be a dream come true if Winston was able to believe that that bizarre smell that had enveloped them was from them cooking overnight. Whilst they were sure that was something that a normal thing that restaurants did, but this was as far from being a normal restaurant as it was possible to be. Their baseball bat felt somewhat unwieldy and Winston was regretting not bringing a knife along with them like the rest of them. They guessed ultimately they wouldn’t be doing anything other then trying to use magic to work things through. “That stuff looks kind of like … tar?” Winston hadn’t really ever seen tar before but this was exactly how they imagined that it looked. Winston crept closer, were those foot prints? “Hey guys, come look at this, looks kind of like someone walked in that stuff. Maybe we weren’t the first ones here?”

The smell and the look of the footprints on the floor immediately gave Ricky flashbacks to the Al’s parking lot and his first face to face run in with the mimes. “I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news… but… well we’re all in a fucking mime restaurant in the dead of night tracking killer mimes we all knew this was gonna be bad news from the fucking start…” he toed the goop on the floor a little, “This be the shit those fuckers bleed. Smells like baked goods, looks like tar, tastes pretty fucking gross too if you were wondering.” He walked over to wear Winston was standing, glad that for all his color blindness his dark vision was actually pretty fucking good. “My incredibly uneducated yet fantastically handsome guess wouldn’t be that someone walked through it. Maybe… secreted it? Trailed it from them when they were birthed into this world from whatever screaming fucking hellscape breeds clone mimes? We should probably all stick real close together.”

Great, just fucking great. Harsh clenched his jaw, focusing on any slight sounds. He followed after Winston, keeping his head on a swivel, watching for the faintest hint of movement. Crouching down, he tentatively dragged a finger over the print. “It’s dry. I think these have been here a while. I’m no tracker, but I don’t think whatever left these is still around. Or I sure hope it’s not.” He straightened up slowly, wiping his hand absently on his jacket, even though the stuff hadn’t stuck to him. Just touching it dry made him feel like he needed to wash his hands. “So… is everyone else thinking that at least some of those things came from here? I think it’s not just their blood. This is gonna sound weird, but… I think they’re made of this stuff, whatever the hell it is.” He grimaced as he turned toward the doors of the restaurant. “It looks pretty empty in there,” he said slowly, glancing at the other three. “I agree, let’s stick close, maybe circle around the place, see if there’s more footprints.”

Orion cringed when Harsh bent down and touched the stuff. “Ricky, stop giving theories you’re gonna give me nightmares.” He should have offered to wait in the truck, be a getaway driver in case they needed a speedy getaway. Anything to keep him away from here. He had goosebumps trailing his arms. “Well they’re clearly not human. Whatever they are they burst into smoke when they die. It’s uh… well I don’t like the idea that they’re coming from a restaurant. Where food is made.” Not that Rio had ever eaten there, nor did he ever plan to. “Just make sure you keep an eye out for anything. This sounds crazy, but they don’t like, make noise. Footsteps, heart beat. Nothing.”

Somehow, not that Winston was sure how it was possible, the smell here seemed to be even stronger. “It doesn’t seem like a bad theory that these things are related to this goop in someway.” They could help but crouch down alongside Harsh and examine it as well, though they hadn’t touched it out of fear of what it might do. Harsh seemed fine though and Winston put the thought from their mind. “Maybe they could be made from this stuff, do you think this means that this stuff is made here?” They wondered if it was some kind of weird magic or something else. Whatever the case, Winston didn’t want to know what was going on. Not really. Not enough to actually be here. The urge to bolt and sprint from here was irresistible. But they managed. “We should see if we can see anything else, maybe see if we can get around the back.” Winston was sure it wasn’t going to be there. “Just be careful, I had a run in with something weird here a little while back.”

“Rio if you get nightmares I’ll read you a bedtime story and fix you a glass of warm milk with vanilla and cinnamon. My mom used to swear by it.” What Niamh Cordero had actually sworn by was mackerel before bed but there wasn’t any reason for Harsh to get the idea that Ricky wasn’t human. Not at least until it was unavoidable. “It is nice that for once at least my near deafness isn’t a detriment. We’re all gonna be fucked for hearing!” When Winston suggested checking around the back Ricky took point, pulling a serrated knife out of its sheath tucked into his jeans, “You know…” his voice was low as they all crept towards the back of the incredibly fucking spooky restaurant, “It was entirely too easy to buy like all of these knives. There’s literally a section in the farm goods store off route 48. It’s practically a whole “get ready to skin trespassers” department back there. He peered through the oval window of the swinging door back to the kitchen, not seeing anything immediately visible. “I’ll go through first. Since in classic horror trope the dumb jock dies first.” He had expected at least a little squeak from the door but the hinges were whisper quiet as he slowly pushed through.

“I don’t know, it could be coming from this place, but what even is it? If this place is making this stuff, I don’t want to know what kind of food they serve.” He followed after Ricky, eyes lingering on the knife. “You have a lot of those? Listen, if we see another one of those mime things, I’d rather bolt than try to fight it. The first one of them was hard enough to take out.” Harsh stopped by the door, watching Ricky head inside. He looked over Winston and Orion. Maybe it had been a bad idea to ask them to tag along. They were both young… and scared. Shit, this whole worrying about people thing was a pain in the ass. “You two hang back, I’ll go in after him. Just keep watch out here. If you see anything, yell and we’ll come running.” He shook out his hands at his sides before following after Ricky, careful to keep his steps light and quiet as possible. Only a few steps in, he froze. There was something, the faintest of sounds, like… like footsteps, but wrong. Reaching out, he lightly tapped Ricky’s arm, trying to get his attention as he more mouthed the words than said them: “There’s something in here. I don’t think it’s human.”

There was a certain amount of relief that Orion felt when Harsh told them to hang back. He was also worried, and scared and anxious but he spent most of his life being those things. At least out here they could keep an eye on things. A few seconds later and Rio and Winston were standing alone out in the darkness. They had been alone a lot since the two had first become friends, first within the Scribe building after Winston’s night of sleepwalking, which Rio often regarded as one of the luckiest nights of recent memory. Now within the house too, if Ricky was gone and Rio and Winston found themselves hanging out. Things felt different now than they had when they first started hanging out. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the Athena revelation or from… something else. And because Rio had no time to start panicking about that particular revelation, he decided he needed to distract himself from thinking about what that something else might mean. “Dying at a mime restaurant would be the worst.” Rio whispered randomly, wandering around the open space because he couldn’t stand still at the moment. As he wandered, he noticed some sort of smell. He wasn’t sure what but… it wasn’t a good smell. The bakery smell of the gross liquid had mostly kept it covered up, but there was definitely something else around here too. “Hey, I think there’s something over here.” Rio warned before heading off to try to find the source of it. And… well unfortunately he did.

Thank God Winston wasn’t expected to be taking point here. They made a mental note that they had to make more friends with people who were far more capable then they were so that they didn’t have to continue taking point in potential life or death situations like this one. “Oh I don’t know, better to die in a mime restaurant then a clown rodeo or something equally absurd, besides, the french have the best cuisine right?” Winston rolled their eyes and sighed, this was as from their idea of fun as it was possible for them to have. “What the hell is that?” they moved away from where Harsh and Ricky had gone, wondering if there was something other then terrifying footprints and the smell of pastries here. Moving as stealthily as they could (which was not very) Winston crept across the room. The first thing that they witnessed was what looked like a very heavily chewed hand. Bite marks littered the fingers and here and there the flesh was entirely stripped away, leaving clear sections of bone exposed. Then there were more body parts, and more bones and more chunks of flesh. What Winston had originally decided was the tar like substance was actually a grotesque mixture of the substance and blood. It had congealed together into a viscous mucous like liquid and Winston had to stop themselves from being sick, but that seemed clear to them that it could only mean one thing. Eyes flashing up to Harsh and Ricky, they lurched to their feet and sprinted after them. The thing they’d found with Regan. It was clearly still here, but if they shouted they’d draw it’s attention faster then before.

“I have a lot of them now that there are killer mimes on the loose in the town. I decided to make a “you might die horribly but at least you can try to defend yourself first” shopping trip before this little outing” They crept through the kitchen as quietly as they could; the smell of yeast and dough turning from something appetite-inducing to something bone-chilling “I would also like to run since I don’t really fancy getting a chunk taken out of my shoulder again but I’mma make sure Winston and Rio make it back to the truck before I do. I managed to kill mine last time. So I’m 1-0 for mime slaughter.” The tall stainless steel of coolers reflected the dim emergency exit and Ricky nearly had a heart attack when Harsh reached out to tap Ricky’s arm. He turned and watched the other man’s lips move, spelling out a sentence he desperately hadn’t wanted to hear. Nodding tersely he kept his head on a swivel, trying to see what was purely shadow and what was a murderous stereotype waiting to devour them. It was only by chance that he happened to see the reflection of something in the glass door of the tall rotating oven. He grabbed Harsh’s arm and tugged them towards the relative safety of a small alcove that seemed to hold spices and flavorings. He hoped his wide-eyed panic and pointing to the general direction of whatever-the-fuck that thing had been was getting his point across properly.

Shit. Harsh had known this was a terrible idea from the start. He really had to start not diving into these things headfirst… and dragging random strangers into them with him. That was probably the part he should feel bad about here. At least that hollow inside had plenty of room for gut wrenching fear. He didn’t resist the pull on his arm, letting Ricky tug him into the alcove and flattening himself to the wall. The knife in his pocket was in his hand before he could think about it. If they could wait, stay quiet, maybe the… whatever it was would pass. But then he heard it, footsteps--Winston’s footsteps getting closer. Shit, they weren’t in cover and that thing was still out there. “It’s coming,” he muttered to Ricky. Whatever it was, the damn thing was almost dead silent, but it wasn’t invisible. Harsh saw movement and made a choice. “Grab Rio and go, I’ll get Winston. I’ve got a couple tricks up my sleeve, but that thing won’t be confused forever.” He shifted, moving to the edge of the alcove as he held a hand next to his mouth. “Over here, frenchy! Suck on this baguette, asshole!” The yell was his, but his voice came from the far corner of the restaurant. Those skittering feet turned on a dime, heading toward the sound. Harsh looked back to Ricky. “Go, now,” he said before darting out of the alcove. He reached Winston’s side with admittedly inhuman speed, but now wasn’t the time to worry about keeping pesky little secrets. Grabbing at their arm, he tugged. “We gotta go.”

Whatever the leftover remains that Winston and Orion had found was, it seemed abundantly clear that they were human. Rio felt sick, and his vision blurred a bit before he realized that Winston had ran off to find Ricky and Harsh. “Winston!” Rio whisper-yelled after them, but they were already gone. “Crap.” He crept toward the entrance, slower and more cautious than Winston had. This was not going as planned. Rio was ready to get into the room when he all but crashed into Ricky. “What the heck is going on?” Rio questioned, hearing Harsh yell some expletive. He was… distracting something. That wasn’t a good sign. “Truck, trucky” Rio said, turning and running off for it. Ricky was the getaway driver, so Rio needed to figure something out. He slid into the door, running too fast to have time to stop himself and through it open. “Why do you have a hacksaw?” Rio asked as he dug around in the backseat. Between that and an axe, Rio didn’t have a lot of options. “I hope you aren’t super attached to this.” He exclaimed, grabbing the axe, “Get the car started.” Then he took off running to another side of the building, taking a deep breath before he swung the axe at the window, shattering it and making as much noise as he possibly could.

As Harsh yelled, Winston knew that they had been too late in their mission of preventative warning. They were by their side alarmingly fast and Winston didn’t need anymore convincing that it was time for them to get out of here. They had seen that thing that had been behind the restaurant snapping up a cat and they didn’t want to see what would happen if they were given the opportunity to try and eat Winston again. They were running headlong from the restaurant when Winston saw an axe that looked shockingly like one of Ricky’s axes in Rio’s hands. “Hey, is that Bertha?” Winston grunted as they turned and saw their friend setting off for the other side of the building. It was their turn to do something about this all. “Uh, cover your eyes!” they pulled to a stop, the mime monster thing scrabbling after them, taking a deep breath they summoned their energy and hurled a bright spark of energy through the air in the direction of the friend. It exploded with a bright flash. “That’s like maybe a few seconds right?”

A lot of things happened in really quick succession, and Ricky wasn’t really sure he was prepared for any of them. Harsh threw his voice in a way that was decidedly not some expert ventriloquism and between the two of them they divvied up the friends waiting in the dining room. Ricky couldn’t run as fast as Harsh could apparently, but when the choices were hustle or being eaten by whatever the fuck had been stalking them in the kitchen, he could pound the pavement with the best of them, “We’re going now!” he grabbed Rio’s sleeve and kept running, charging for the truck that waited just down the street. “Not the axe!!!” he tried to stop Rio from throwing what had been a $250 investment in a hand-forged Swedish axe but it was far too late. “Yeah that’s Bertha but we’ll mourn her later. Everyone in!!!” Winston threw up a truly impressive magical flashbang grenade and Ricky started up the truck, “Everyone in?! Sound off quick cuz I’m about to floor it and I don’t wanna leave anyone in the dust.”

Apparently he wasn’t the only one with tricks up his sleeve. Harsh made a mental note to ask about that when they weren’t being chased by some kind of horrific spider mime or whatever the hell that thing was. He wasn’t really in the mood to stop to get a better look. On Winston’s command, he ducked, throwing up a hand in front of his eyes, shielding them from the worst of the light. “Not bad,” he noted before grabbing Winston again, half lifting, half dragging them to the truck. Offering an arm, he boosted Winston into the truck before throwing himself in behind them. “We’re here, let’s move!” The flash had definitely thrown the whatever-it-was for a loop, and he couldn’t imagine the crash of the axe had gone unnoticed either, but sticking around to make sure was not high on his list of priorities.

Orion made a beeline back to the truck after throwing the axe and jumped for it, missing the door and smacking into the side of the truck. “Ow.” Rio ring out before correcting himself and climbing into it. Ricky peeled onto the road once everyone was in. “Oh god oh god I can’t believe we just did that.” He was breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling of the truck to try to calm himself down. “I’m sorry about your axe” Rio apologized to Ricky, trying to connect the dots from what they had found. Had they even found anything? “What was in there? I never even saw it.”

Shuddering gently, Winston settled in next to Ricky and sighed as they drove off into the night. “That was enlightening, obviously whatever it is that is causing this seems to be coming from the restaurant itself…” Winston frowned and tried not to think about whatever that thing was. It seemed to have gotten somehow more dangerous. “As for whatever that was, I don’t know, but I sure as hell don’t want to find out.”

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Mini Fanfic #394: Big Sis Maya (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney)

Maya: (Happily Walk Alongside Apollo) Soooo you're ready to spend some quality time with your Big Sis Maya, Polly?

Apollo: (Rolled His Eyes) Do you always have to call yourself that?

Maya: Well, I'm four years older than you....(Smirks Teasingly) So yes. I have.

Apollo: Figures....I think I'm starting to see where Trucy gets her sass from....

Maya: Just be lucky I call myself that instead of "Your Senior".

Apollo: (Thought Long and Hard about That Wording....Only to Shutters on the thought) ....God, that would sound weird to hear you say that....

Maya: Right? I am wayyyyyy to young to be labeled as a Senior.

Apollo: (Gives Maya the "Really?" Look) You....do realize a Senior doesn't only means being old, right?

Maya: ('Scoffs') Of course I do, Polly. Who do you take me as?

Apollo: Mr. Wright's Former Assistant?

Maya: Uh correction: I'm Nick's First Lady Assistant/BBF, A Spirit Medium....Still in Training, Trucy's Mommy, Pearly's Favorite Cousin in the World, annnnnnnd....(Hugs Apollo's Arm) you and 'Thena's Proud Big Sis~

Apollo: (Rolled his Eyes While Smirking a Little) I'm..... somewhat honored.

Maya: Not the response I was expecting, but I'll let it be for now~ (Giggles Softly)

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1:00pm at a Burger Joint.....

Maya: (Munching and Enjoying the Cheeseburger she Ordered)

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly at the Spirit Medium) You really like burgers that much, huh?

Maya: Mmmhmm! They're sooooooo goooood!

Apollo: At least try and finish your mouthful before speaking?

Maya: Oh! (Swallows her Food Before Smiling and Blushing) Sorry.

???: Herr Forehead! Yoohoo!

Apollo: (Turns to see Ema, Klavier, and Wocky making their way to his and Maya's Table) Hey. You guys made it.

Wocky: (Smirks Cocky) Like we missed a day of lunchtime.

Ema: (Shrugged) Or anything involving breaks....

Klavier: (Noticed Maya Sitting Next to Apollo) And who might this lady sitting next you, my good friend?

Maya: (Turns to Apollo) Yeah, Polly. Who's your friends?

Apollo: (Turns to Three of his Friends) Guys, I like to introduce to Mr. Wright's former-

Maya: (Bump Apollo's Shoulder with Hers)

Apollo: ('Sigh') - I mean.....(Rolled his Eyes) Mr. Wright's Number One Assistant from way back and Spirit Medium, Maya Fey. (Turns to Maya) Maya, this is Klavier, Ema, and Wocky. My Acquaintances.

Ema: (Starts Smirking) And a few of his actual friends besides his boss, his little sister Magician, and a Fireball for his Girlfriend.

Apollo: Athena's not a Fireball, Ema...

Ema: (Shrugged) Could've fooled me.

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) Nice to meet you guys. Mind telling me what you all do besides being Polly's friends?

Klavier: (Smirks Proudly) Well, I, for one, am a Prosecutor by day and Rockstar by Night. As well as being Herr Forehead's only rival, of course. (Winks at Apollo)

Apollo: (Gives Klavier an Unconvinced Look) (Says no one.....)

Ema: I'm just a Simple, Proud Scientist.

Klavier: (Raised an Eyebrow at his Girlfriend to tell the truth) Ema.....

Ema: ('Sigh in Defeat') Fiiiiine.... I'm also a detective in training or whatever.....

Klavier: (Smiles Brightly) And the girlfriend of mine whom I'm proud of very much~ (Gives Ema a Kiss on the Cheek)

Ema: (Starts Blushing and Looking the Other Way) S-Stupid Fop........

Maya: Awww~ That's sweet~ (Turns to Wocky) And what about you, Wocky?

Wocky: I'm a son of a family of gangsters.

Maya: (Eyes Widened) Wait What?

Apollo: (Facepalms while Sighing) They're former gangsters, Maya. They have a Muffin Business now.

Wocky: (Smiles Prouder) Damn right. I wanted the Business to be called the "O.G. Crackers" but my old man insisted on calling it "O.G. Muffins" instead. It's a weak name, but at least the place is booming with profits.

Klavier: (Smirks Playfully) If you couldn't tell by now, our Friend Herr Wocky here is the "Little Brother" of our little group.

Wocky: (Glares at Klavier) Says who?!

Ema: Says us. You're clearly younger than out of all of us in this table.

Klavier: (Chuckles Lightly) Plus, you're so easy to make fun of.

Wocky: Like Hell I am!!

Apollo: (Rolled his Eyes) Really starting to prove his point right now....

Wocky: (Glares at Apollo) You wanna take this outside, Justice?!

Maya: (Giggles Softly at the Scene) I'm glad our Polly made some friends besides us of course.

Ema: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah... Apollo's maybe a Dork, but he's our Dork.

Apollo: (Gives Ema the Look)

Ema: (Smirks at Apollo) Hey, you're not the only one in our group who's easy to make fun of.

Klavier: (Shrugged with a Smile) It's the truth.

Wocky: Ha!

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1:30pm Outside of the Burger Joint......

Maya: (Happily Walking Next to Apollo) Your friends seems pretty fun to be with.

Apollo: They're unbearable to be around, but I loved them all the same. (Smiles a Little) I'm glad you liked them.

Maya: Me too. You guys kinda remind me of me and Nick's Group of Friends from back in the day.

Apollo: Were they also as crazy as ours?

Maya: Nah.....(Smirks Playfully) They're a lot worse.

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1:35 p.m. at the Park's Bench.....

Apollo: Hey, Maya?

Maya: Hm?

Apollo: You said your sister was Mr. Wright's Mentor, right? What was she like?

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) She was only the Best Lawyer/Big Sister in the World! You'll love her, Polly. She was THAT amazing at what she do.........(Sighs Before Frowning Sadly) I missed her so much....

Apollo: (Frowns As Well) Mr. Wright told me what happened to her once I joined the agency.... I'm so sorry for your loss.

Maya: Thanks......On the bright side, at least she's in the better place now, right?.....

Apollo: Yeah......('Sigh') You know, I lost someone who was precious to me too.....

Maya: Really? Who?

Apollo: My best friend, Clay. He was an astronaut......(Looks Down on the group) Until he was murdered that day.....

Maya: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh.... Apollo, I'm so sorry.

Apollo: It's fine. Athena and I was able to find his murderer together and put him to justice afterwards.....so there's that at least.....('Sigh') Doesn't change the fact the I missed him though....

Maya: (Gently Grab Apollo's hand) Hey. I know it's sad to miss the ones you love, but it's what I said about sis, your friend is in a better place now. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be all sad about his passing all day, right?

Apollo: Yeah.....(Chuckles Lightly) He would probably start lecturing me on being sad and moody as we speak. And on a brighter note, I have you, Athena, Truce, Pearls, Mr. Wright, and all of the other people in my life. So I'm not entirely alone.

Maya: (Happily Hugs Apollo) That's right! Life can be pretty hectic and cruel sometimes, but as long as we still have those in our life who loves us, I'm positive the both of us will be just fine.

Apollo: (Smiles Softy while Tears Falling out of his eyes) Yeah.....I....(Hugs Maya Back) Honestly Believe you're right on this, Maya. Thank you.

Maya: You're welcome, Polly. I'm always here for each and everyone of you guys, okay?

Apollo: I definitely know that now....

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2:14 p.m. on the sidewalk to Everything Wright Inc. Office...........

Apollo: (Smiles Softly as he Walk Next to Maya) Not gonna lie, I honestly had a great time with you today, Maya.

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) Aww~ I had a great time with you too, Little Brother Polly~

Apollo: Seriously?!

Maya: Yes. (Smirks Playfully) I'm older than you, remember?~

Apollo: (Rolled his Eyes Once More) At least I'm taller than....

Maya: (Pouts at Apollo) Being taller doesn't matter when you're still younger than me?!

Apollo: (Smirks Playfully) Says the short lady next to me.

Maya: ('Hmph') Now I'm starting get where you get your sarcastic, smart mouth from....

Apollo: (Raised an Eyebrow) From who exactly?

Maya: Your boss.

Apollo: (Was About to say Something....but Decided to Agree what Maya is saying) Yeah.....I think I starting what you're saying here....(Smiles Softly) Still, you were pretty to hangout with.

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) You too, Polly.....Even if you are dork.....

Apollo: Hey!

Maya: .......Whom we all Love very much!~

Apollo: ('Sigh') Be lucky I consider you my sister figure at all.....

Maya: (Giggles Softly) I already am!~

@cyber-wildcat

@apollo-justice-for-all

@keyenuta

@26shann

@chompycroc

#ace attorney #apollo justice #maya fey #klavier gavin #ema skye #wocky kitaki #mia fey (mentioned)#clay terran (mentioned)#trucy wright (mentioned)#athena cykes (mentioned)#phoenix wright (mentioned)#friendship #humor #hurt/comfort #maya is best big sister #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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king-of-men · 4 years

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Epistemic status: Ramblings vaguely related to consciousness

So it seems to be generally agreed that we are not conscious 100% of the time we’re awake and that our conscious thinking is not 100% determining our actions. It also seems to be the case that conscious thinking is quite resource-intensive, and that we are generally conscious when we are engaging System 2 (not necessarily if and only if, but definitely when). So, if it’s taking up so many resources, could pre-modern people have been resource-constrained in their consciousness? You do not have to go full Jaynes “Origin of Consciousness” to believe that conscious thinking (and with it, abstract thinking) might have been (and might still be) rarer in humans who are hungry a lot of the time. Brains are expensive in general, sure; but they’re particularly energy-hungry in full-on conscious problem-solving mode. So, as the saying goes, “don’t do that, then”. Or at least, do it only when strictly necessary.

Tie-in: The Flynn effect. Presumably the Western population got somewhat less hungry over the twentieth century; and anyway we don’t have to assume that calories are the constraint, or the only constraint. Maybe it’s some obscure vitamin and we’re eating more fruit now. (Or it’s just glucose, and wow, check out the main constituent of American food). Or maybe the Flynn effect is measuring that a smaller percentage of the population is consistently hungry. If this is true, the effect should kick in at different times and speeds in different countries; should take a break at least in Europe during both world wars; and should now be reaching saturation in such places as Norway where it’s really quite difficult to go literally hungry for any length of time.

Another tie-in: Jaynes notes that classical peoples seem to ground a lot of their decisions in “such-and-such a god spoke to me and commanded that”, and proposed that this was one half of the brain getting its conclusions, without the reasoning, across to the other half. This seems to require major changes in brain architecture to happen all over the world, including in tribes uncontacted until the twentieth century. We can back off this extraordinary claim quite a bit by saying that conscious thoughts which are rare, and whose chain of reasoning the audience is not expected to follow in detail (because, being hungry, they don’t want to engage their own System 2 to check up on it unless really necessary), might be efficiently referred to as a divine command with the understood meaning “I thought about this from such-and-such a perspective and concluded that...”. In this model “Athena commanded me” is to be understood as a shorthand for “I thought about what is just and logical” while “Zeus commanded” is more “I considered the legal aspect and the lines of authority”. Of course this falters somewhat on the fact that classical gods don’t really have portfolios of responsibility as D&D ones do. Backing off from that we could instead just make it a question of personal taste - “Athena commanded” just reflects that Athena is that person’s favoured god, and another one would report the same chain of thought as coming from Zeus; the point is that a claim of divine command is shorthand for a claim of detailed, System 2, abstract reasoning which the speaker does not expect the audience to want to follow up on. Presumably if the audience does want the details they might say “Did the goddess say why?” and get the reasoning. (All of which may be completely irrelevant anyway if Jaynes cherry-picked his evidence; did, say, steppe nomads consistently say that Perun commanded them to do things? Did even Greeks who didn’t get written down in our scattered literary sources do so? Maybe there’s a lot of “I decided” in the actual history that didn’t make it into Thucydides because “Athena commanded” was a fixed literary form.)

#philosophy #consciousness #total speculation #effortpost more or less

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fyeahwonderbat · 5 years

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Can you do a Mother’s day story, please?

“Good evening, son.” Bruce changed the tone of his greeting without any notice, drawing his inspiration from Alex’s uncertain appearance at the manor. He stood arms cross, scowl heavy, feet planted wide apart as he witnessed the disheveled attempt of his eldest son (with his wife) to sneak into the west wing hallway undetected after failing to arrive at the time he committed to.

The surprise was visible behind the wavy strands of sandy blond hair that covered his face, proving that Alex was no sleuth like his father was. “Oh, uh… hiii, daaad.” He greeted him like he was a child caught stealing some ice cream from the kitchen, rather than a grown man crawling in through the window of a well lit hallway of a house as guarded by security cameras as Wayne Manor was. It wasn’t the foolishness that irritated him, oh no.

It was that cheeky smile that sent him into the role of the authoritarian parent that he reveled in.

“It’s not me you should be talking to. It’s your mother.” scolded Bruce.

“Well, if she was the one who found me like this, I would have said hi to her too.” Alex said, knowing full well that he was getting on his father’s last nerve. He witnessed the grown man before him fumble with his grip on the window frame, rocking back and forth while he tried to calculate his next move, only to fall forward. The noise his body made when it hit the hardwood was so heavy, Bruce hoped that it hurt him, even a little bit. But he knew that the only man in the world born with Amazonian strength would have felt nothing more than a mere tap on his side when he landed.

Disappointment written on his face, Bruce decided to try guilting his son in order to draw out some sign of remorse from his otherwise cheery disposition, “Penelope arrived at noon, Silas came by for dinner and Iris made sure to call to let us know that she’d only be able to make dessert, but is now sleeping in her old room so she can have breakfast with us in the morning.”

“Wow, what a… happy family we have here.” Alex chuckled, clearly intending for his words to be taken with a grain of salt. Unable to find a single reason to frown, he managed to keep his grin in tact while he rose up off of the floor and fixed up his outfit. As per usual, he was wearing his tattered jeans and a stained graphic t-shirt for a band or a show that Bruce had never heard of before. His sneakers were worn, but they couldn’t compare to that old rucksack that he got for his eighteenth birthday. The one his mother had selected, the one he had paid for, the one they had filled with the necessities he’d need to travel abroad.

That was three years ago.

“You haven’t changed at all, Alex,” Bruce complained. “I thought the Peace Corps would have helped fine tune this willy nilly attitude of yours.”

“Did… Did Bruce Wayne just say ‘willy nilly’?” Alex asked, sounding absolutely thrilled to have been present at that very moment to witness such a thing.

The way his jaw clamped down in response to his son’s teasing was nothing new and neither was the irritation that usually caused him to respond to Alex in such a way. “I’m very tired,” he admitted for the sake of defending himself. Then, he turned away from the source of his frustration and began to stomp his way down the hall. “And so is Diana. You know how busy we are, and how much today means to her.”

“Of course I do, because she means the world to me.” Alex admitted freely as he caught up to Bruce. He fixed the strap of his rucksack on his shoulder and carelessly followed his father without any clue as to where he was leading him to.

Dissatisfied with his actions in comparison to his words, Bruce felt it was fair to interrogate him then and there. “Then where were you? Did your transcommunicator break?” “Nooo,” Alex answered slowly. “The… connection doesn’t reach where I went.”

Bruce didn’t need to hear another word. He knew exactly what that meant and the anger he felt - the brand of fury that he felt belonged specifically to his half-Amazonian son - threatened to choke the words he had rising up the back of his throat. “Themyscira!?”

Though he stopped walking, Alex did not. At the very least, he took two more paces forward than his father before he agreed to their standstill and stopped himself from reaching the staircase. His broad shoulders rose up to meet the curly mop of hair on his head before falling back dowards, indicating a rather heavy sigh escaped him. Bruce saw a glimpse of awareness in that single action but it wasn’t enough to soothe his aggression. It wasn’t a secret between him and his sons that he did not want them attempting to visit the isle of the Amazons, but there was one son in particular who could never seem to listen.

(One of his sons with his wife, that is.)

“I had my reasons, dad.” Alex implied that he had a proper excuse all without providing one.

It mattered not to Bruce. “And I have mine whenever we have this conversation! Your grandmother never seen me as her family, so why would she accept you? You know what she did to your mother - why even she isn’t allowed back there, after all she’s done to save the world time and time again. Do you hear anything I say to you!?”

“Bruce?” Came a gentle call from behind one of the many doors in the west wing.

“Dammit.” Bruce cursed, knowing that their argument was about to be cut short.

“Dad,” Alex whispered. “Just let me explain-”

“If you wanted to tell me anything, you would have done so before-”

And that was the end of their dispute, for the time being, as the bedroom door of the master suite swung open and a robbed Diana came out into the hall. “What on Earth is all this stomping and yelling about--Oh! Alexandros!?”

“Hi, mama.” Alex greeted her so genuinely, his smile could be heard in his words.

Bruce merely stepped aside and did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes while the two of them hugged. It had been almost a year since Diana had last seen Alex in person, and she always complained that video calls were never enough. The two of them had such a precious bond that was visible to someone as cold hearted as the Batman, and given that it was Mother’s Day, he didn’t want to let his ‘sourness’ ruin the mood, as his ‘sweet’ wife referred to it as.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Diana sounded rather emotional as she stroked Alex’s messy hair. Bruce watched her look over her ‘little warrior’ as if he had just come inside from a scuffle in a sandbox; no matter how old he got, she always treated her firstborn boy like he was much more fragile than he actually was. He had assumed it was because she had grown up believing that men were not as strong as the Amazons of Themyscira, but her relationship with Silas was nothing like what it was with Alex. She saw something in him that needed to be protected.

Which would most likely explain why Bruce was always tougher with him.

“Of course I’m here!” Alex exclaimed. He moved back just enough so he could see his mother, but not so much that he’d have to let go of her waist.

Diana, having felt the separation more than he did, immediately calmed herself so that she could cock her eyebrow at that beaming expression of his. Without hesitation, she reminded him, “Where was this attitude for my birthday then? Or any of our family holidays? Or your birthday, for that matter?”

When Bruce thought that Alex might buckle, he instead chuckled at the barrage of questions being flung at him. “There was something special about today, that no other day could compare to!” He cheered.

“Oh please,” Diana hummed low, warning of his disbelief. “Do explain.”

Intrigued, Bruce arched a brow now too. He eyed that massive backpack that his son took with him all over the world and wondered what could possibly be inside of it. Did he bring his mother a shield from her homeland? Maybe a book on the history she’d missed out on while having been exiled? Something that she could only get on the island of Themyscira?

To his surprise, Alex didn’t go anywhere near his bag. He simply reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a piece of paper. It looked crumpled and worn from the trek it must have went on to get all the way to Gotham City, much like his relationship with his own son.

“What’s this?” Diana wondered aloud, clearly unaware of the backstory behind her gift.

Softly, all Alex had to say was, “Just open it, mama.”

Forever the curious type, Diana didn’t need to be told twice to throw open the creased halves of the letter and scour the page with her wide-eyed gaze. Once the letter was in her hands, Bruce was incredibly nervous, somewhat wishing he’d had the chance to look over the contents of the letter from her home if only to make sure that it wouldn’t cause her any pain. He could hope all he wanted that Hippolyta would say something kind to her daughter for the first time in centuries, but from his experience with her, the chance of something amicable being written in that letter was highly unlikely.

“Alexandros… What…?” Diana was teary-eyed once again, only now she was also shaking. Bruce took a step forward, ready to pounce if his wife needed his support.

Never without a look of pure joy on his face, Alex nodded at his mother. “It’s only an offer to the Reform Island, but it’s a start.”

“What? What is?” Bruce demanded to know.

Diana, on the other hand, collapsed against her son, unable to speak as she held onto him for dear life. That grip looked like it channeled all of her strength, but Alex could take it, and he did so happily. Over his mother’s shoulder, he looked to Bruce and finally revealed what the surprise gift entailed, “After I performed a few trials for the gods amusement, they guaranteed that mama could barter for an end to her exile on Themyscira. She only has to pray to Athena and a date will be set.”

“You performed trials for the Olympian gods?” Bruce, tackling each point of the reveal at a time, started with the most startling fact in his eyes: his son could have fought Ares or Zeus alone!?

Alex laughed off the concern, “Nothing as horrible as what Hercules went through, so I think it’s safe to say that they like me more than him.”

“You’re amazing, my darling.” Was all Diana could manage to say while battling with her current state of emotion. She refused to leave the crook of Alex’s neck, burying her head there to hide her tears should they fall.

Seeing the exchange of pure emotion between his wife and his son made Bruce reel, and he quickly realized that his focus had been wrong at first. No matter the circumstances, Alex had done something that not even Diana herself had achieved. He had done something that Bruce had never figured out how to do: he forged an opportunity for his mother to see her mother again, and even presented to her on Mother’s Day. It wasn’t a holiday that could have dated back to ancient times, but the title of the day managed to elevate the gift giving that Alex did.

His overly cheery, eternally optimistic, always smiling from ear to ear son, Alexandros Wayne.

And all of that sunny disposition was a testament to his wife, Diana Prince-Wayne.

“I’ll see you two later.” Bruce mumbled to the two of them as he decide to take his leave. He patted Diana’s shoulder with the most affection he could provide her with in that moment, while also staring down Alex with a firmness in his eyes. It wasn’t as cruel or harsh as it was when he fell through the window. No, now, he glanced at his only Amazonian son with a type of pride that was earned by him. He could grill him further in the morning.

Tonight, he was Diana’s darling son and they deserved their time together.

He left them alone, wandering into the master bedroom and closing the door softly behind him. Bruce stood there in awe of what he had truly just learned, unable to fathom what it was Alex had done to make the gods bend to his will. An achievement that even his parents couldn’t obtain now belonged to him, and yet, he saw what Alex had done as a testament to his parents. In all honesty, it belonged entirely to Diana. Through an accomplishment of his son, he was once again - for the umpteenth time over the course of their tumultuous relationship - he couldn’t help but marvel at the woman who had agreed to be his wife, who agreed to be the mother of his children.

He was so glad that Alex came home, because Diana truly did deserve the most joyous Mother’s Day, and he gave that to her. ((Belated by a few days, but I hope you all enjoy! I figured I should use my WonderBat kids at some point, and this seemed like a really cute way to do so. I hope you like Alex, and this cute little drabble! ~ Maiden))

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crackmadhi · 5 years

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Loss

Loss. Loss. Loss. It was the one thing that followed me everywhere. The only constant I had ever known.

When I was three, my dad left for the Iraq War. A year later he was reported dead. It was the only time I did not cry after losing someone.

In the following five years my mother started dying. She coughed and coughed and two weeks before Aura turned eighteen she stopped forever. I was nine and I did not sleep for longer than five hours in one go since then.

I got older and when I turned sixteen Aura took me to her work place, the Space Center, where I met her colleague and my future mentor Metis Cykes and her lovely daughter Athena.

As I became a prosecutor at the age of twenty, I met the young police officer Robert “Bobby” Fullbright. He was ecstatic to work with me and made me feel welcome in a work space, where everybody was questioning my worth and usefulness. A place where the law and justice were about to break after the disbarment of a defence legend.

I thought I could help. I could catch the Phantom on my own, restore the reputation of the prosecutor office.

The Phantom did not let me.

At the age of twenty-one I lost my mentor, my freedom and innocence, my credibility, my profession and passion and the love of my sister and Athena.

At least that was what I believed back then. Yet I was given a chance to at least unite one last time with my work as a prosecutor. I was twenty-eight and I was a dead man walking. I had no hope left for salvation. Secretly, I might have longed for it, but I had no strength left to wish for it any longer.

I did not count on the grieving hater of my sister, the desperate rage of Justice and the loving courage of Athena. And I did not take to account that Phoenix Wright’s bottomless faith in his clients and the unshakable will to peruse to truth of Miles Edgeworth would work in my favour.

Neither did I think that Fulbright, the man who had continued to come and talk with me, had been dead for more than two years. I did not understand how I had not noticed it, how I had been tricked, how he could had been dragged into this.

Three years, even a bit more, had passed since they freed me. I got used to the freedom and the separation from my sister. I got better. People knew more about me, I opened up…

But still… Fulbright was not leaving me. I reached the point, where I could see that Metis death was not my fault, but why, why had I not noticed sooner that I was no longer talking with the real Fulbright? What had I missed?

It hurt. It hurt so much. So much I still have not talked about the man with anyone. Anybody else, but him.

Wednesday, 8 May 2030

It was a Wednesday evening and I was about to finish my paperwork for the day. A weird feeling, as if something was poking my lungs, had haunted me for the last half hour and I felt somewhat nauseous.

The brainless routine while filling in papers did not distract me from it. In fact, it made it even worse, as my thoughts started to wander, and I heard his voice chanting his fucking maxim.

In justice we trust! In justice we trust! In justice we trust! In justice-

“Fuck! Stop it!”, I shouted and interrupted the voice in my head.

Tiredly a threw my pencil on the desk and stood up. Aimlessly I stood up and wandered over to the tall bookshelf, filled with books Klav had given me in order to make the place look homelier.

I felt like he failed but took one out and opened it at a random page. State law. Great. The words did not stick. My eyes flew over the pages and left me clueless.

… could be interpreted as …

What? When did I say that? It must have been over a decade ago. It was to him. But why? What reason could I possibly have had to –

The book was lying on the floor now. I moved away from the shelf, felt my hand gripping the skin on my skull. Did I start hyperventilating?

… Don’t worry! I’m not …

I almost fell down. I gripped helplessly something to hold on. Probably it was one of the shelves. How could my voice only sound so young? Why did I remember this conversation only now? I had forgotten about it. It had no importance, I wanted myself to believe.

… Justice.

Justice?

Yeah. Funny isn’t it? …

It hit me straight in the face. My stomach ached horribly. I dropped down on my knees hitting my right hand on something.

My limbs suddenly became heavy, so heavy. Everything was numb. I – I felt like I watched myself cowered on the floor from the other side of my office.

That should have made me panic. At least I thought I should panic. Yet I did nothing like that. I saw myself crying, no weeping loudly. Unable to move, to stand up or to do anything other than that.

Was I disassociating? Great. That would be a first. Maybe it was a reaction due to the shock? The realization that there actually had been a way for me, and exclusively me, to figure out so much sooner that the Phantom and not Fulbright was standing in front of me?

Terran could be alive. My sister would be free, and Athena would not be traumatized. Dear god, why was I so oblivious?

I felt so devoid from emotion and started to drift away even further. Taka was in the room and screeched at me. My poor girl tried to pull me out of my turmoil, but it was an impossible task.

My crying continued, and I tried to remember if I had ever cried this loudly. No memory from such a thing crossed my mind.

A knock. Apparently, it did not startle me. I kept on sobbing, no reaction whatsoever.

The door was opened. Nahyuta came in. They had wanted to ask something but stopped as soon as they saw the scene in front of them.

“Simon?”, they said panicking and kneeled before me. With one hand they tried to keep Taka away from them and with the other they carefully touched my knee.

No reaction whatsoever. I did not even feel it.

“Simon? What happened? What is going on?”, they went on asking.

It had no use. They kept saying my name. After some time, I did not know how much later, steps followed. Someone entered. They were probably alarmed by Nahyuta’s cries and wanted to check onto the situation.

Von Karma and Klavier.

“What-? Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, what am I looking at right now?”, von Karma said furiously, while gripping her stuffy cravat thingy.

“I don’t know!”, Nahyuta answered teary. “I already found him like this! He- he doesn’t respond at all! He is like this for several minutes now!”

“Why didn’t you get someone in that case?! What fool-”

“Bright”, I completed breathlessly.

All three stared at me. I even I stared at me. I was surprised that I was even able to say a thing.

“Holy mother! Simon! Please, tell us what is going on! Or at least try to do so!”, Nahyuta now said.

They had let go of my knee and were crying now. I lifted my head a bit. Their eyes were so strikingly green, unique in their colour. Not like Fool Bright’s.

Thank god not like Fool Bright’s.

I had slipped back into my body, but everything was still so heavy and numb. I tried to lift my hand a bit, to reach for Yuta, to tell them they should not worry.

My body failed me. They saw it. It made Nahyuta stop crying, because now they must have realized that I was trying. That I was actually responding to their pleas.

They and Franziska started talking about moving me over to the couch, Nahyuta breaking of then and when to tell me I was doing good, as I slowly stopped sobbing. Until Klavier shrieked and pointed at my right hand.

“He’s bleeding! Oh god, his hand is full of blood!”, he exclaimed and jumped over to me. Decidedly he grabbed my hand and looked at it highly concentrated.

I did not even realize that I had been hurt. Must have happened when I fell down.

“Okay it’s not too deep, some of the blood has already dried and we still need to clean it. Please, Frau von Karma, do us the favour and get the first aid kit. We’ll try to seat him on the couch, while you’re at it.”

Von Karma did not contradict and was gone. Immediately Klav and Nahyuta tried to help me stand up. I tried to help them support my weight, but it was not much help. They were struggling to carry me but finally managed to get me on the couch in my office.

I now sat there and saw Taka hopping towards me. I had regained some control over my senses and knew I was the only one in the room, who would care for the poor, helpless animal. So, I cleared my throat and murmured, as it was the only thing I managed to do: “Window. Taka… wants… out…”

It took a moment before either of them understood what I wanted from them, so I had to repeat myself several times. Finally, Nahyuta got it and went to the window to let my beautiful bird out. At least on of us should be able to enjoy their freedom, I mused.

Von Karma came back and handed Klavier the kit. He opened it and laid it next to me on the couch. Nahyuta volunteered to fix my hand up and was assisted by the rock star.

They started with cleaning the wound and warned me carefully that it would probably hurt. I nodded absently but I felt no sting, as the cloth with the disinfectant on it touched my skin.

My lack of reaction might have bothered Nahyuta, but they did not let it show as they went on nursing me. Silence lurked in the air. It let me slide back to my thoughts on Fulbright. To the talk we had about eleven years ago. It had only been a stupid chat, not more than the exchange of unimportant stories. To think that this once so playful and light conversation would bring me such great turmoil. It was ironic.

“Do you know what happened, Simon? Can you tell us?”, Klavier asked me and handed me a glass of water.

I took it with my left and took a sip. Only now I started to realize how dry my mouth was and noticed the dried tears on my cheeks. A tissue was given to me and got to clean my nose. I started to feel like myself again, still somewhat off.

I took a deep breath, looked up and said with a weirdly peaceful smile: “I guess, I was disassociating due to shock.”

Von Karma and Nahyuta looked worried, while I saw anger arise in Klavier’s eyes. I did it. I actually used up Klavier’s apparently endless patience. He was done with my shit.

“Himmel, Simon! What the fuck fucked you up so badly? Stop this whole thing and follow your own fucking advice for once in your life! You might not believe it but it’s actually work- “, he started lamenting heatedly but was dragged back by Nahyuta and von Karma.

They pulled him outside of the room. I straightened up and folded my hands in my lap. Deep breath. I would not talk with him. Not here.

My strength had returned to an extend that it was possible for me to stand up and walk on my own again. Softly, I rose and snuck to the door. I heard them talking by the left side of the door. I know where they stood talking, they did not see me exit. I went in the opposite direction and took the stairs to leave the prosecutor's office.

Link to the fanfiction on ao3(there are 8 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16073606/chapters/37531937

#ace attorney #aa #ace attorney fanfiction #simon blackquill #Klavier Gavin #nahyuta sahdmadhi #blackmadhi #disassociation #tw: disassociation #simon is not doing to well #fulbright is haunting him #poor thing #but it's going to be fine

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hillbillyoracle · 6 years

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How To Tell If A Pagan Resource is Reliable (Kinda)

This was originally a script for a video I never got around to making. It’s very rough and not written with tumblr in mind but I wanted to put it up in case others would find it useful.

Without further ado - “How to Determine if a Pagan Source is Reliable: Or At Least How I Do It”

So I was recently asked about reliable pagan resources and let me just say it’s…complicated.

I think that’s why there’s so many people who just put out lists of resources rather than actually teaching what makes a good one. Well that and I think a lot of people aren’t totally sure why they think a source is good, let alone why and how someone should go about looking for something similar. I’m definitely guilty of that.

So instead of giving answers – I want to give context. Why finding good non-fluffy sources is hard and my personal check list for evaluating sources.

Keep in Mind

First, I want to point a few things out.

When you go to start tracking down sources please keep these four things in mind:

1. Not everything you read is going to be relevant, but that won’t stop it from being relevant in it’s own context – so don’t be that asshole on tumblr who rants about, I don’t know, the Triple Goddess motif without understanding that a) women’s life experiences and life cycles have historically been subordinated to and defined by men so the Triple Goddess motif can be really spiritually powerful and b) that not everyone’s out here trying to be a reconstructionist. If it bugs you, it’s probably the lack of self awareness people have for their practices but that’s a different video…

2. Not everything you read is going to be true. Speaks for itself really. There’s room for differences of opinion, different methods and lens but something are going to be flat out wrong. There’s currently no strong archeological evidence for a matriarchal mother goddess worshiping culture in Europe for instance. Which brings me to –

3. Older isn’t more right. Older isn’t inherently better. I care about facts but I’m also not interested in reconstructionism as a framework for my religion anymore. I find it’s usually pretty theologically incomplete and I prefer mine to be historically informed rather than reconstructed. Again, self awareness is more the issue here than “facts”.

4. Not everything you read needs to added to your practice. I’m not totally sure why but there seems to be a lot of pressure that new pagans feel to try everything they can get their hands on rather than taking the time to see where they might fit in. It’s okay to start with “well I believe in multiple gods” or “I really want to venerate the earth and it’s cycles” and add the rest in later.

Why Is It So Hard Though???

So now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about why finding good sources is so hard.

People tend to think that if it’s published in a book that the information is more reliable BUT -

Pagan books are not necessarily more reliable even if they’re put out by a big imprint. Pagan publishing is honestly a bit of a cash grab. New age and alternative spirituality topics have seen a big uptick in interest recently and even bigger mainstream publishers are looking to cash in what they can. There’s a push to publish more books, more quickly, and more varied. And given the decentralized nature of paganism the bar for expertise is…pretty damn low. You’ll see the same authors -cough- Silver Ravenwolf -cough- with a dozen or more books about wildly different topics – which is a very good indication that those books aren’t reliable because let’s be honest who in the world has the time to publish four books on four different topics in a year and research and practice those topics to the point of expertise? They don’t.

Some of the best content I’ve seen is being put out by practitioners who are developing resources they can point their students toward or who are documenting their process of developing their path – and most of that is being done online. Finding them is usually an organic process. You accidentally turn them up when you’re searching for something else, you notice someone on a forum whose posts you like has a blog, they show up on your tumblr dashboard out of nowhere – that’s why it’s honestly hard to go looking for them. You kind of have to commit to looking in general and hope you stumble onto something.

It’s incredibly time consuming but it’s the price you pay for not picking a religion with a Holy Book.

The world is your book now and much like the world not…all of it…is good.

(nerd pushing up glasses) But what about primary sources? Clearly if we’re interested in quality material we should –

I mean primary sources are fantastic and I’ll do a separate post at some point about how to track down those for people who don’t have access to academic libraries – but it’s also completely unnecessary for a lot of people. Primary sources do not a religion make and not everyone is trying to be a reconstructionist. I don’t personally aim to replicate a particular culture’s religion in my practice – and that is okay.

Reconstructionism and using primary sources are also way trickier than most people make it out to be. Do you really think someone writing about the beliefs around Athena in Athens in one century is going to be practicing the same way as someone writing about Athena in Sparta three centuries later? Just because they’re both Hellenic? That’s not really how Greek religions worked – but you have to know quite a bit of history in order to evaluate sources on that level and unless that’s really meaningful for you – it’s probably not worth it AND THAT IS OKAY.

When evaluating sources it really helps to know what role religion plays in your life. Is it your identity? Is it for comfort? Is it to feel connected or grounded? Some people get that from studying academic texts until they go cross eyed. Some people get that from dancing naked in a field. I get it from chilling on a porch and talking to the moon. There are lot of ways to get

Evaluating the source

Who is the author?

This tells you a lot right away. Some folks in the pagan community have a reputation and you’ll have to decide for yourself whether they’re you’re cup of tea.

But assuming they’re not a big name, look for what they say their religious path is and how it lines up with what they’re writing. If you see someone saying they’re a reconstructionist but they’re writings include a lot of wiccan theology and they don’t account for the discrepancy that’s kind of red flag.

How they describe themselves can also be a good thing to watch out for. If they’re putting a lot of emphasis on how they’re a such and such high priestess in a tradition you can’t verify and they keep redirecting you to an ebook you have to pay for – I would run away personally.

Also whether they list a credential as who they are or a credential they have. It’s a slight difference but it can speak volumes.

What are their credentials?

A lot of people rely on how long they’ve been practicing to convey expertise and it’s definitely something to keep in mind. Someone who’s been practicing for 10-20 years is going to have a very different perspective on practice than someone just starting out.

Academic background can play a role too. My partner for instance is super new to paganism but she’s got a Master’s in Germanic Studies so she’s much more knowledgeable on Nordic and Germanic paganism than many people who’ve been practicing for years. If you’re more recon oriented there’s a lot to be said for following people who have an academic background in the culture you’re looking into.

For wiccan folks, knowing whether they’re part of a coven and what training they received there is also helpful. Most organized Wiccan branches can tell you their lineage back pretty far; i.e. 50ish years, anyone saying they’re an ancient practice passed down in secret needs to be heavily fact checked.

Are they factual?

This one can be very tricky when you’re starting out but as you start reading quality sources you’ll be able to spot whether stuff is factual much easier.

Good things to watch out for are people talking about how “old” something is without citing sources, people who conflate personal experience with fact, and white people talking about cultures they don’t belong to.

You can always try to google facts you feel weird about and see how many reputable sources you can pull up to vouch for it.

Are they fluffy?

This one is really hard for me to define. But I suppose the way I’d put it is – are they telling you you can do anything you want or that there’s only one way to do x path and if you deviate you’re a terrible person? Most good writers know the truth is something in the middle – freedom within the bounds of truth. Respect is really a word that stands out to me here. Who do they respect? Do they respect their teachers, their sources, other people, other cultures?

Are they self aware?

This is really what makes or breaks a source for me. Do they own their flaws? Do they admit when they’ve gotten information wrong? Are they public about figuring things out or when their knowledge is incomplete?

Self awareness really is the most important thing to me. We’re all human and we’re better pagans for really owning that.

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Hope this was somewhat helpful. Let me know if you have any questions!

As always, I do not profess to have the one true way so take what’s useful and leave the rest. <3

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such-a-common-girl · 7 years

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Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Final Chapter

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 4,260

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, some sadness, fluff, and smut to end the series. ;)

“Only two more months,” She gives you a smile. “Then its summer, and you won’t ever have to see him again.”

All you have to do is make it through the end of the semester, and Dean Winchester will be out of your life for good.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“You have fifty-five minutes to complete this final,” Professor Crowley says as he paces up and down the front of the classroom, giving all of you an intimidating glance, which only makes you want to roll your eyes. He always loves to make himself look like a big bad wolf, but you (and several other students) know he’s a closeted softie.

“If you don’t complete the seventy-five questions within that time span, the highest grade you can get is a C. So I’d recommend not screwing up unless you want to be stuck with me again next semester. I’m always a joy.” He says with a smirk, and you have to hide your “bitch face”, as Nina calls it.

“But, without further adue… Begin.” He finishes with a wave of his hand, and you pick up your pencil to begin filling in the answers to your final test. You’ve studied and you have no doubts you’re going to pass. You need to pass, just for the sake of your sanity.

These past two months have been hell, and unlike your other two years in university, you were actually looking forward to finals this year. The closer to finals, the closer to getting the hell of out Dean’s class. Having to be around him twice a week, pretending like nothing happened between you two, pretending you don’t feel for him anymore, having to act like you aren’t affected at all by the fact that you broke up with the one guy who made you feel special and loved… It’s torture.

Plus, it doesn’t hurt to get out of Mr. “King of Drama and Sarcasm” Crowley’s class.

You don’t know why you’re acting like this about Dean. You broke up with him. You knew it would be awkward and uncomfortable after you ended your relationship (still being his student), so why are you feeling this way? Oh, right. Because you could have never guessed how unbearable it would be when you made your decision two months ago. Not because of the awkwardness (although that sucks just as much), but because of the realization that you actually really loved him. That’s what hurts the most. You loved Dean, and you still do. But you refuse to show your emotions to anyone about that- not even Nina, and especially not Dean. You made your decision long ago, and even though it’s hard, you still believe that you made the right one. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

The only thing you can do now is wait. You take Dean’s final tomorrow, meaning you never have to see him again after that, and then you can go get shitfaced drunk at the bar that you and Nina have recently become fond of. It’s simple- a little vodka can cure anything, including a sad heart.

In reality, you know you’re only getting worse. After all that promising yourself that you would never be that girl who becomes a complete mess after a breakup, you feel like that’s exactly who you’ve become. You might not be showing it on the outside, but on the inside, it’s like a tornado came through and destroyed everything. To everyone else, you’re better than ever. You’ve become more social, your flirting game has improved (thanks to Nina and her insistence that you find a rebound to get over Dean), and your grades have remained impeccable. You’re like the image of the perfect college student, balancing everything out flawlessly. But in reality, you know that you’re just trying to find things to fill the void. The partying, the guys, the staying up late to study for a test that you couldn’t give less of a fuck about- you’re just trying to distract your mind. Because you fucking miss Dean, but you won’t let yourself do anything about it. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

You shake your head, attempting to focus on the test in front of you. Your eyes widen when you realize that almost twenty minutes have passed by already and you’ve only answered ten questions, and you begin to speed through the test. Thank god that English is one of your best subjects and you studied for it, because if you hadn’t, you’d be screwed. You can’t have on your transcript that you failed an English course when you’re literally studying to become an English teacher.

Finishing with only two minutes to spare, you take a breath of relief as you walk up to the front and turn your paper in. Refusing to waste any more time in that classroom, you walk out as quickly as you possibly can. Five finals down, one more to go.

As you walk down the hallway to get to the campus parking lot, you see Dean, leaned against the wall and talking to his brother, Sam. You don’t know why Sam’s here, but seeing Dean immediately makes your stomach sink and your heart hurt. You always try your best to avoid seeing him whenever you’re not in class because of this reason. Seeing him hurt you. And by the way he looks at you, you know it hurts him, too. You hang your head low and try to walk past them quickly, but not before making eye contact with Sam for a split second. His eyes go wide before shaking his head and going back to his conversation with Dean, obviously not going to say anything to him.

“What just happened? You look like you just saw a freakin’ ghost, dude.” You can hear Dean say after you’ve walked past.

“Nah, nothing. Just saw someone who looks like Jess when we were in college, that’s all.” Sam responds, and you start to walk faster before you can hear the rest of their conversation.

‘One more day, Y/N. One more day.’

You spend the rest of the day at your apartment, taking advantage of the fact that Nina is still at school doing one of her last finals. Grabbing your package of Oreos and a Gatorade, you bring your mythology textbook into the living room on the couch, beginning to stuff your face while you cram in some last minute studying.

“So,” You say out loud to yourself, which always helps you study. “The three main gods are Zeus, Poisdeon, and Hades. Other gods include Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Demeter…” You begin naming off all of the major and minor gods, as well as demi-gods. That was the main part of the final- naming them all and their powers. It’s a relatively easy test since all it requires is memorization. You’d take that any day over something like Calculus or Astro Physics, both of which Nina is taking.

You’re almost done studying, confident that you know all the information when you feel your phone vibrate. Assuming that it’s Nina asking what you want for dinner, you don’t even bother reading who messaged you. Typing in your password, you open your messages, reading what it says.

‘Hey. Need to talk asap. Call me.’

You look at who messaged you, confused. Your heart skips a beat when you read who sent you this- Dean Winchester. You begin to feel excited, but after only a few seconds, you start to feel dread. What could he possibly want to talk to you about?

Furrowing your eyebrows, you hit the call button, lifting up your phone to your ear.

“Hi.” Dean’s deep voice says through the speaker.

“Hi.” You barely make out, unsure of what to say.

“Do you think you can come over?” He asks, catching you off guard. “We need to talk.”

“Professor, I’ll see you tomorrow. Can’t it wait?” You respond, trying to sound as professional as possible. He is your teacher, after all. That relationship of yours is in the past, so you are treating it like it’s in the past. All he is to you now is your teacher… right?

“Y/N…” He breathes. “No. It can’t. And don’t call me Professor. Just because we br-… Just don’t call me that. It sounds weird coming from you considering we… Yeah. Can you just come over?”

He sounds like he’s stumbling over his words, and you take a moment to consider it. Should you go over? I mean, he wouldn’t be calling you asking to talk unless it was an emergency. There is definitely an unspoken rule between you two that you won’t talk unless it’s for class purposes.

“Sure,” You finally say. “I’ll head over now.”

“Sweet.” Dean says before he hangs up, leaving you feeling sort of odd. The last time you went over to Dean’s house, he was fucking you on his dining room table.

You rush into your room, trying to find some clothes that are at least somewhat presentable. Sure, he’s your ex and you shouldn’t care what he thinks because there’s no way you’re getting back together, but you do care. You’re not going to show up to his house looking like trash.

Quickly throwing on a loose fitting t-shirt and leggings, you grab your keys and head out the door. It doesn’t take you long to get to his house, and once you’re there, your heart is beating out of your chest. Why did you even agree to come, again?

You turn off your car and walk up to the front door, almost debating turning around and going home. You could always just say you suddenly started feeling sick, you couldn’t go, and he’d never know… But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for you, as you were just about to turn around, Dean opened the door. And for the first time he’s seen you since the breakup… He looks happy to see you.

“Y/N, hey, come in.” Dean smiles, opening the door up for you.

“Okay,” You say quietly, giving him a small smile back. “So what’s going on?”

“You want some dinner or something?” He asks, disregarding the question. “There’s some pizza in the kitchen. If you want.”

“No… I’m good.” You give him a questioning look as you stand in the middle of his living room, unsure if you should sit down or not. “So, Professor… Please tell me why I’m here.”

“Please stop calling me Professor, Y/N. Please.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “It’s impersonal as hell.”

“Isn’t that how this is supposed to be?” You give Dean a challenging look. “You’re my professor, therefore, I call you by that.”

“Is this how this is always going to be between us?” Dean raises his voice. “Uncomfortable? Awkward? Snarky comments from you? Jesus Christ, Y/N. You dumped me. Not the other way around.”

“You- You’re right. I’m sorry.” You look down at the floor. “I don’t want it to be like this between us either. It’s just… I don’t know how else to act around you. This sucks for me, too.”

“You sure you don’t want dinner?” He says after a few moments, changing the subject again.

“Yes, I am sure. I stuffed my face with Oreos not too long before you messaged.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Dean laughs, making you smile. For a second, it feels just like old times. “So… What I needed to talk about. I got another job.”

“You what?” Your mouth drops.

“Washburn University offered me a better paying job a few weeks ago. It’s only a half an hour away so I’ll just commute…” Dean trails off. “I just thought I should let you know. Tomorrow is my last day working for KU.”

“Oh,” You whisper. A million thoughts are going through your head, but there is one that is more prominent than any of the others- he’s not going to be your teacher anymore. “So… You’re not going to be a teacher at my university anymore.” You ask, but it comes out as more of a statement.

“Pretty much.” Dean nods, and you catch a look of hopefulness in your eyes, which you’re sure you’re mirroring. “So if you’re still wanting that letter of recommendation I don’t mind writing it now.”

He’s not going to be a teacher at your school anymore. You won’t be breaking any more rules, you won’t be risking being kicked out of school, and you won’t be feeling like you’re compromising your own values for a man. You won’t be feeling so heartbroken anymore. Because he’s not going to be your teacher anymore.

“I love you,” You blurt out, unable to stop yourself. “I really, really love you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. These two months have been hell. And now that you’re leaving KU, I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m so sorry.”

Dean’s smiles just about reaches his ears at your words.

“I love you too, baby girl, I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressing up against yours. You smile into the kiss, a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. This is definitely not what you imagined happening not even five minutes ago, but things have changed in the best way possible.

Dean’s hands grip on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands roaming your back. Your hands are tangled up in his hair as you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. You grind your hips against him, earning a moan from both of you. This is just what you both needed. Each other.

He pulls off your shirt, stopping to admire for a moment before going back to kissing you. Just as he starts to kiss your neck, you pull back, giving him a sympathetic look.

“What?” He asks you, looking up at you in surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. You’re perfect, like always.” You reassure him. “But I want to wait. At least until tomorrow. After tomorrow… We’re good. But you’re still my teacher right now, Dean.” You bite your lip.

“That didn’t ever stop you before,” His hands grip your ass, and you have to hold back a moan.

“Dean,” You give him a stern look, trying to keep your self-control intact.

“Fine, fine,” He sighs. “I respect that. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You peck his lips one more time before crawling off his lap. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Professor.” You wink at him.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns. “You just got here. We just got back together.”

“If I don’t leave now, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll be able to have,” You whisper in his ear. “Just feel how wet. All because of you. I’ve missed you touching me.” You grab his hand and place it over your clothed clit, your wetness seeping through your leggings. His eyes become even more lust filled, and you notice his jeans grow even tighter.

“Fuck,” He lets out an airy laugh. “Tomorrow better come real quick. Come over after the final. You’re my last class of the day.”

“Will do. I’ll have to just let Nina know that our plans to go get drunk are canceled, but I’m sure she’ll understand.” You explain. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you.” He kisses you passionately one more time before allowing you to leave. “I’m glad this worked out the way it did.”

“Me too,” You say before exiting the door. Once it’s closed, you take a deep breath and lean your back up against the closed door, a smile on your face. Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. And apparently, that means you and Dean do end up getting your happy ending after all.

“Times up, people. Don’t care if you finished or not. Turn in your papers on my desk and then go return to your seats. I have an announcement for you.” Dean says as he stands up at the front of the classroom, and you set your pencil down on the desk. You barely finished in time.

You walk up to his desk and set the paper down, feeling Dean’s eyes on yours the entire time. He wasn’t being shy about it at all like he used to be. Anyone in the classroom who was looking at him could obviously tell that he was looking you up. Apparently, he just doesn’t care anymore- he quit his job, after all.

“Thank you all for being one of the best classes I’ve had in a while. Now, I’m not one for soppy speech’s so I’m going to spare you all. This was the last class I’ll be teaching here at KU. I was offered a job over in Topeka and I took it, starting fall semester. I hope that you all will understand. There are just bigger, better things for me if I work over in Topeka.” Dean glances at you before returning his stare to the class. “Thank you all for being good students and not making me pull my hair out. You’re dismissed.”

You can see some of the female students look visibly sad that he was leaving, seemingly missing out on their chance to bag the hot professor of the school. Too bad he’s already taken.

“So, Dean,” You start once all the other students are gone. “You ready for bigger, better things?”

“Beyond ready.” He walks over to you and kisses you, not caring that the door is open and anyone- including Mr. Shurley- could walk in. “What do you say we take this back to my house?”

“Definitely,” You say. “I am still wound up from last night, you know…”

You’ve never seen a man rush to get home faster. He practically sprinted to his desk to grab his keys and go out to his car. You drive yourself to his house, getting excited. To say that Dean is a good lover is an understatement. No one you’ve been with in these past two months has lived up to par. Besides, sleeping with Dean now just seems like an even bigger step to “bigger, better things.”

As soon as you’re both in the house, his lips are attacking yours, rushing to remove your clothes. By the time you’re both naked, you’re practically already fucking. His fingers are rubbing your clit, his mouth sucking on your breasts, leaving hickies everywhere. His name is on your mouth like a prayer, your back arched on the bed sheets as he pleasures you.

“Fuck, Dean,” You moan out as he slides himself into you. This was a different kind of sex, one you’ve never had. Needy, rushed, but still full of love. It’s different, but you’re definitely into it.

Dean grunts as he rolls his hips into yours, starting off slow but quickly fucking you fast and hard onto the mattress. Your hands scratch down his back as the mattress squeaks and the bed frame slams into the wall, sinful sounds filling the room. You tighten your legs around his waist and pull him deeper into you, loving the way his cock pleases you.

“I want to be on top,” You manage to get out between moans, and he pulls out, laying down on his back on the bed. You crawl on top of him and he positions himself at your entrance, allowing you to sink down onto him.

“Fuck, I fucking love you,” Dean hisses, his hands grabbing your waist tightly for some kind of grip. You use your hips to move yourself up and down on his dick, giving you both maximum pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” You pant.

“Fuck, I’m close, don’t stop,” He says. Just as your orgasm is about to hit you, he begins to slam his hips up into yours, fucking you from underneath. This brings you fully to your climax, your walls clenching around him as you come undone. Less than a minute later, Dean is at his own end, his warm cum filling you as he cums.

“Goddamn,” You whisper as you remove yourself off of him, lying in bed. “I will never get tired of that.”

“Me either babe, fuck,” He laughs, kissing your lips lightly. “Hold on, I’m gonna go get a towel.”

“No,” You shake your head. “Wait a second. I wanna just enjoy this moment for a few seconds first, okay?”

“Okay.” He kisses you again, light and soft. It’s not hungry like it was earlier; it’s full of love and kindness. It’s the type of kiss you only give to someone you truly love.

Yeah, you’ll definitely never get tired of this.

SIX YEARS LATER

“Y/N, I’m home and I brought Chinese!” You can hear Dean’s voice call out from the front door of your shared house- a perk of being married. No longer having to commute to each other’s houses every day. “Where are you?

You quickly shove the box that’s in your hand into the trashcan but keep the contents of the box in your hand. You shove the object into your back pocket before exiting the bathroom and heading into the living room to greet your husband.

“Hey babe, sorry. I was peeing.” You shrug your shoulders. “Oh God, you brought Chinese food. You’re such a great husband, you know that?”

You stand up on your tip-toes and peck his lips before grabbing the food container from his hands and going to eat the table. “How was work?”

“Same shit,” Dean shrugs. “No one giving a fuck about what I’m teaching, students falling asleep… You know. The usual. I’m gonna be a dick and give them a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“Don’t be that way.” You laugh. “They’re college freshman. They don’t give a shit about anything. Trust me, I’m learning the same thing about the high schoolers that I’m teaching. None of them care about English class. It’s not personal babe.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean rolls his eyes. “You feeling any better? I know you’ve been feeling pretty shitty these past few days. Haven’t gone to work. That’s a lot for you, Mrs. ‘I Take My Job More Seriously Than My Life’ Winchester.”

“Yeah, I’m actually feeling a little better today, thanks.” You smile at him, opening up the container of food. “Way better now that you’ve brought me noodles, oh my god.”

“What is up with you and food lately?” Dean laughs. “Not that I care. I love it. I can eat all the shit I want without you looking at me all judgey like.”

“What?” You roll your eyes. “I never looked at you judgey like.”

“Yes you did, babe.”

“No I didn’t!” You laugh. “Whatever. How are Sam and Jess doing? I haven’t been over to see them in a while. I don’t know how they’re doing with the new baby. I should probably text her.”

“They’re good, I actually talked to Sam today and he invited us over for dinner sometime next week. If you’re down.”

You smile, deciding that this is the perfect time to tell him the big news. You can tell him now, give him a week to digest the news so you can tell Sam next week.

“Yes that’s fine...I have something to tell you.” You blurt out.

“What happened?” He looks worried. “Nina have to move in again? I’m sorry, I love her because she’s your best friend, but she is such a pain in the-“

“No no, nothing to do with Nina.” You laugh. You pull the positive pregnancy test out of your back pocket, handing it to Dean. “Congratulations. The birth control decided to not work so you’re going to be a dad!”

You sit back and wait for his reaction. Truth be told, you don’t know how he’s going to react. You’ve talked about kids and both agreed you want some, but neither of you ever talked about when you wanted to take that step. Not that it matters anymore.

“Holy shit,” Dean whispers. “I’m gonna be a dad. I’m gonna be a fucking DAD!”

He gets up from his chair and hugs you tightly, making you smile big. He twirls you around like you’ve always seen in the movies, his laughs of joy vibrating your body.

“See. Bigger and better things just keeps on getting better.” You tell him.

“Hell yeah it does, oh my god.” He kisses you. “I am so glad that you were once my student. God, I love you.”

The next thing that comes out of your mouth is something you would’ve never imagined yourself saying back when yours and his story first started. “I’m glad I was your student, too.”

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forgotten-socks · 7 years

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if your still doing the same a kink and a ship could you do reaper76 Alpha !gabe and Omega! jack please and thank you.

Mmmm, yes, I can definitely do that. :) Sorry this took so long. I’ve really got to work on making these smaller… Below is Reaper76 ABO with Alpha!Gabe and Omega!Jack, set pre-Fall. A cut-line this time because this ended up being about 3.5k. Edit: Fixed the italics in this (goddamn it).

Jack rests his chin on his hand as he scrolls through thelong document of fine print. It’s arather un-Commander-ly thing to do but as long as there’s no one around to callhim on it, Jack doesn’t care. He *hates*this part of his job. It is by far themost boring part of his position.

The door cracks open and Jack immediately sits up straight,putting an inscrutable look on his face and attempting to appear moredignified. He catches the familiar scent,however, and eases back into a slouch as Gabe slinks into the office. Jack is okay with Gabe seeing him slackoff. After you’ve clawed a guy’s back inthe depths of a heat and begged him to fuck you harder, there’s really not muchleft to be seen. Especially if you countthe time that Jack ended up accidentally peeing on Gabe, too. Cripes. He doesn’t know who had been more startled by that one, but he does knowwho had been the more embarrassed.

Gabe had found the whole thing rather hot. Jack definitely had not.

For whatever reason, Gabe’s scent has been stronger thannormal these past few days, curling around Jack and begging him to come closer,cajoling him into staying in bed just a while longer, making him a little moreclingy. Jack, though, figures that it’spart of Gabe being Gabe. Jack’s alwaysbeen a bit extra when it’s come to Gabriel Reyes. No other alpha has lead Jack around quite soeffectively. No other alpha’s made Jackwant to chase so badly, either.

Just having Gabe in the room is enough for Jack’s irritationto fade and his mood to lift, especially when he sees that Gabe has comealone. Jack gives him a smile and turnsback to the screen. He’d love to say ‘fuckit’ and give Gabe his full attention but the document would still be there waitingfor him and Jack’s on a bit of a deadline.

He could blow off the deadline, of course, but that wouldmean even more paperwork. Bureaucracy isevil like that.

“Senator Corbin is at it again,” Jack tells Gabe. It’s a familiar rant. The Texas senator has been a thorn in Jack’sside ever since he’d gotten elected three years ago. “Can you believe that he—” Jack cuts himself off as Gabe swerves aroundthe desk and pushes himself up into Jack’s space. “Well, hello.” Gabe nuzzles underneath Jack’s jaw, lipssearching out the scent glands in his neck, and Jack fairly purrs. The feeling of Gabe’s alphaness wraps aroundhim like an embrace and Jack’s eyelashes flutter as arousal blossoms inside ofhim. Gabe rumbles in approval and runshis hands across Jack’s chest. “Mmm,that’s…”

The computer beeps a harsh protest as Jack’s fingers slip onthe keyboard and reality slams into Jack like a sledgehammer. Right. Office. Where someone could walkin at any time.

Jack shoves Gabe away. “We’re going to have to save that for later,” he says regretfully. He takes a few deep breaths to try and calmhimself down but it only makes it worse, Gabe’s alpha pheromones invading hislungs, making Jack’s omega instincts start to scream. Gabe’s not helping, either, staring at Jackwith those lazy bedroom eyes, his lips looking so plush and kissable…

Jack forces himself to look away, staring resolutely at thecomputer screen in front of him. Havingsex in the office is a definite no. It’shard enough being an omega in a position of authority, Jack doesn’t need to addto the burden. He could only imagine therumor mill and the bad press if someone were to catch him being mounted in theoffice when he was supposed to be working. The alpha rights groups would be clamoring for his resignation to replacehim with an alpha, throwing out all their normal junk science about how omegasare meant for the home and unsuited for leading. Jack’s had enough of the “omegas are naturalnurturers” bullshit to last him a lifetime. Like it takes a knot to be a leader. Christ.

“Jack,” Gabe drawls, making his name at least two vowelslonger than it should be.

Jack shivers but keeps his eyes on the screen. “Later, I said.” He scrolls down though he’s not reading adamn thing. How could he with Gabe stillstanding in his personal space, pumping out all of the delicious alphapheromones that make Jack want to shuck his clothes and climb on to Gabe’sdick.

“Mi girasol.”

Jack frowns, trying to translate. Something about the sun, he guesses. Gabe likes to pull out the Spanish on him andone of these days, Jack’s actually going to learn how to speak the languagefluently. He’s half-convinced that mostof the things that Gabe says to him are dirtier than a mud field and wouldn’the be surprised if Jack fired something back. At least this one had sounded like some kind of endearment. He turns to Gabe with a sigh. “Mi girasol?” he asks.

Gabe lunges for him, hands grabbing a hold of Jack’s head totilt his head at a good angle for a kiss. Jack’s eyebrows shoot for his hairline and his hands flounder uselesslyin the air for a moment before they grab for Gabe’s arms. He tries to yank Gabe’s hands down but Gabedoesn’t release him until he’s good and ready, continuing to kiss the ever-livingshit out of Jack while Jack starts to see stars.

“Jesus, Gabe,” Jack whispers when Gabe finally lets him upfor air. “What the hell?” Gabe kisses down Jack’s neck, back to hissensitive glands. “Gabriel!” Jack barks.

Gabe reels backward, like he’s just been startled out of a meditativestate. He’s panting, his eyesdilated. “Have you been drugged?” Jackasks, concerned and trying to work down the list of possibilities. It’s unlikely, but Jack’s having a hard timecoming up with an explanation here. Especially when Gabe’s scent is so strong, so overpowering that Jackjust wants to throw himself back into Gabe’s arms and let him have at it.

“Omega,” Gabe rasps, his lips carefully forming eachsyllable.

Jack puts a hand against Gabe’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright?” Gabe doesn’t feel like he has a fever butJack’s hardly a doctor. Maybe he shouldsend Gabe to see Angela. Gabe staresplacidly back, his wet lets curving into a smile that Jack can’t help butreturn.

The keyboard clatters to the floor, Jack’s tablet heading inthe opposite direction, as Gabe yanks Jack out of the chair and slams him downon the desk. Jack just barely manages tocatch himself before his face slams into the surface and has a stunned momentof staring straight ahead at the door to his office before he realizes that hiscoat is being lifted and his pants are being dragged down.

“Jesus Christ,” Jack shouts as Gabeburies his face in Jack’s bare ass and licks his hole with all of the subtletyof a stick of dynamite. Gabe’s tongueteases at the rim, making sure to circle it before flattening against it andlicking with long confident swipes. Jack’snervous system shortcircuits, stuck in a loop of ‘good’ and ‘more’. He whimpers and grips the desk as his kneesbuckle. “Holy mother of God.” Gabe eats his ass like a starving man, greedyand desperate, like each taste might be his last and an answer flickers in Jack’smind before lighting up like a neon sign, cutting through the fog of lust.

Okay. Rut. Jack’s heard about this. He’s never dealt with an alpha in one before,but he knows that they’re somewhat like heats. Alphas are unable to control their behavior and may be wildly unpredictablein their need to mate. Ruts areregulated like heats, though, Jack thinks, his brain spinning in panickedcircles. Alphas are supposed to take offa week for their ruts so why the hell is Gabe here working when he should havebeen home in bed?

And why hadn’t he bothered to tell Jack that it was comingup?

The answer to both questions is of course the same:Gabe. No wonder the man had beenstarting to smell like a sex on a damn stick for the past few days. Jack’s so going to kick Gabe’s ass when thisis over. After Jack’s ass gets good andfucked.

“Athena,” Jack snaps, trying to use irritation to get somesense of authority to his voice and force it down to something akin to itsnormal register. “Office lock downprotocol. Authorization: StrikeCommander Morrison Juliett Charlie Bravo Zulu One Niner Six Three.”

“Authorization confirmed,” the AI replies. The shades drop, slamming into the sills andlocking down and the office doors snick as bolts click into place. Anyone wanting to get in is going to have totry awfully damn hard to get through the nine point security system.

He’d always said that he wasn’t going to fuck in the officeand here he is, getting ready to fuck in the office. What is his life?

“Thank God,” Jack mutters. He drops his head against the desk and moans as Gabe keeps licking,sheer pleasure coursing through him. Gabeis always good with his tongue but right now he’s got a single-minded focusthat is blowing Jack’s mind. “Fuck,Gabe…” He reaches backward and strokesalong the side of Gabe’s face, sliding backward to grab a fistful of Gabe’s hatand drag it off. His fingers tangle inthe bit of curl on the top of Gabe’s head and he uses the grip to encourageGabe to go even deeper. “Oh, yeah,” Jackwhispers breathily. “Get in there…” His hips buck, his hard cock rubbing againstthe underside of the desk. “Get inthere, get in there, get in there…”

Gabe’s voice breaks on a whimper and he nuzzles in as deepas he can, his nose sliding up the crack of Jack’s ass while his tongue plungesinto Jack’s hole. Jack could happilystay this way for the rest of the day, bent over his desk with Gabedeterminedly eating him out. He rollshis hips as pleasure courses through him, riding out each wave with littlesighs and moans. Gabe whines, his voicetaking on notes of frustration and pain, and Jack pushes himself up to lookback at him. Gabe’s shoulders areshaking like he’s barely holding himself together.

Cripes, Jack thinks, ruts. He’s trying to search his mind for old sex ed class lectures but he’snot coming up with much. Frankly, Jackhad been in the tail end of the generation where the focus was on making sureomegas were terrified of their heats more than anything else. He remembers *something* about alpha ruts,but he’s pretty sure it probably involved the words “run” or “hide.” Maybe “restraint.”

Restraints wouldn’t be a half bad idea here.

He does, however, seem to recall Mercy giving him a blushinghalf-speech about specific alpha needs. Her focus had been on control.

Control, Jack can do.

Jack turns, taking his ass away from Gabe’s mouth (goddamnedheartbreaking) and putting it against the desk. Gabe buries his nose under Jack’s cock, working his lips against thebase and Jack runs a hand through Gabe’s hair, combing out the short curls withhis fingers. “I’ll take care of you,Gabe,” he says, and Gabe’s responding moan is breathy with need. “Don’t worry.”

Jack tips Gabe’s head back, getting a bit of distancebetween him and Gabe’s blissed out face. He keeps his fingers on Gabe’s forehead as Gabe tries to lean back in,eyes fixated on Jack’s cock like it’s fucking cocaine. Hell, at this point, it probably is, drippingwith the scent of omega and Jack. “No,”Jack tells him softly. “Focus on me.” Gabe whines and licks his lips before tryingto move forward again. This time, Jackplaces a boot against Gabe’s thigh. “Myoffice, my rules, Gabriel.”

Gabe sways from side to side and shudders. “Omega,” he murmurs and tries to catch Jack’sdick again.

Jack presses down harder with his foot, sliding it more tothe center of Gabe’s crotch to feel the thick hardness of Gabe’s dick. Gabe hasn’t knotted yet, but Jack can tellthat he’s close. “What did I just say?”

Gabe curls in on himself with a whimper. “Your office, your rules,” he rasps.

“Right.” Jack easesup and when Gabe looks up again, he looks peaceful, like he trusts Jack tohandle this for him—he can’t control himself and needs Jack to do it forhim. Jack wonders if Gabe not tellinghim about the upcoming rut had been more a result of denial on Gabe’s part thandeliberately trying to hide. The thoughtof being out of control must have been a nightmare, akin to how Jack feelsabout his heats. Now that Jack’sactively thinking about it, too, he remembers that only mated alphas haveregular ruts. Gabe might not have evenknown. Jack doesn’t remember much abouthis first heat, but he does remember it being terrifying, unable to controlhimself in the slightest and needing to be locked away for his own safety. Jack gently rubs the tread of his boot overthe needy bulge in Gabe’s crotch. “Showme how much you want it,” he says. “Getit out and show me.”

“Si, papi,” Gabe whispers. “Te deseo.” He wastes no time in unzipping his pants,reaching in to pull out his thick cock and, yeah, okay, so Jack’s having a hardtime maintaining control himself. He’spractically drooling. His hole clenches, slick definitely not a problem.

“Stroke it,” he tells Gabe, his voice harsh with lust. “Show me.” Gabe gives his dick a good, hardstroke, his mouth dropping open with how good it feels and Jack’s own dickthrobs in response. “Again,” Jackwhispers. He’s about ready to come justfrom watching.

Gabe obeys, his hand sliding over his dick, working it in arhythm. He squirms against the floorsidles closer, trying to get his mouth on Jack’s dick again. Jack taps Gabe’s forehead. “Ah ah ah,” Jack says. He’d love for Gabe to suck him but he knowsthat the moment he allowed that would be the moment that he’d come.

He forgets how devious Gabe is, though, even when he’s notin full control of himself. Gabe divertsand kisses Jack’s inner thigh, his lips dragging over Jack’s skin. Jack groans and runs his fingers through Gabe’shair again.

“Quiero metértela,” Gabe rasps and Jackdoesn’t know what that means but he can guess.

“Yeah,” Jack murmurs. He’s about two seconds away from giving in and fucking Gabe’s face andhe needs to be strong for the both of them. “Back up, Gabe,” Jack says. Putting action to the words, he tightens his fingers in Gabe’s hair andphysically pulls his head back. “Laydown.” Gabe sways, head tilted like hedoesn’t quite understand the order. “I’mgoing to ride you, Gabriel,” Jack clarifies, “but I need you to lay down first.”

Gabe slumps to the floor in three segmented motions, slidingonto his ass, then his back, then laying his head down. His eyes close.

“Good boy,” Jack says. He strips off his boots, pants, and underwear—thinks about it and takeshis shirt off too—and tosses them to the side, not particularly caring wherethey land. He’ll deal with the wrinkleslater.

Slick is leaking down his thighs, Jack’s hole alreadyprimed, and he carefully settles himself down on top of Gabe’s prone form. Gabe’s dick jumps up to meet him but hisfists clench against the floor, trying to be good for Jack. “Tocame, Jack,” Gabe whispers. “Por favor, mi corazón.” Jack hums and slides his fingers underneathof Gabe’s shirt, pushing it up to his armpits to bear his chest. He drags his hands back down, following thebumps and curves of Gabe’s body, and slides between his own legs to grip Gabe’sthrobbing dick. Gabe thrashes underneathof him.

“Easy,” Jack says. “Justrelax and let me do this.” Gabe whinesbut settles and Jack gives him a soothing stroke along his belly. “Good.” He lines Gabe’s dick up with his hole and slowly slides down.

The first touch of Gabe’s dick against his hole is enough tomake Jack moan. He rolls his hips asGabe whines beneath him, easing into the breach. Gabe’s never been small, but Jack’s used tohis size. He loves it. With the lubrication he’s been steadilyleaking slicking the way, Jack easily slides on to Gabe’s dick. He groans as each inch pushes into him, sighswhen he finally settles against Gabe’s hips, fully seated.

Gabe’s hands are claws against the floor in an effort tokeep still, his neck straining from the effort, but it’s not enough to keep hiships from making small, rolling thrusts. The lust inside of him is too much to resist anymore, especially withJack’s warm wetness encasing him. “Yeah,Gabe,” Jack says encouragingly. “Mmm, domore.” He braces his hands against Gabe’schest as Gabe adds more power to his thrusts now that Jack’s given him thepermission to do so. Jack moans andtosses his head. He feels like he’s inheat, like he’s as out of control as Gabriel, fighting for a scrap of sanity tosee this to the end.

It’s got to be some kind of response to his mate’s rut, Jackknows. Probably some deeply scientificand borderline disturbing reason, but all he can really think about right nowis how much he’d like to make Gabe come.

Jack bucks his hips in time with Gabe’s, matching him strokefor stroke. He reaches back behind himand lets his hand graze over Gabe’s full balls, his fingers daring a littlelower to press underneath.

Gabe pants. He bringshis knees up, which gives Jack more room to work and has the added bonus ofgiving Gabe more power to fuck into Jack, slamming up into him. “Qué riquísimo…” Gabe growls.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses as he feels Gabe’s knot catch on hisrim. “God, Gabe.” He shudders and sits himself firmly down ontop of Gabe’s dick, wanting it as deep inside of him as possible.

“Jack,” Gabe says, turning it into a mantra. “Jack, Jack, Jack…” Each iteration is punctuated by a thrust thatpresses against Jack’s prostate. Jackgrabs for his own dick, trying to stave off orgasm, but it’s too late. Just the touch of his hand is enough to sethim off no matter how hard he squeezes, leaving him little to do but strokehimself through it, clenching down on the thick knot that Gabe’s put inside ofhim. “Eres caliente,” Gabe mutters, his darkeyes focused on Jack’s face. His handsraise to grab a hold of Jack’s thighs, thumbs digging into the muscle.

Slowly coming down off of his high, Jack huffs a laugh. He knows that one good enough. “Right back at you,” he says and runs hishands over Gabe’s chest. He rocks hiships as far as Gabe’s knot will let him, working the length that Gabe hasinside of him. “Now how about you comealready?”

Gabe’s hands tighten, which is about all of the warning thatJack gets before Gabe starts to jackhammer into him, quick and hard and leavinghim breathless. Less than a minutelater, Gabe groans and stills, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack hums and rocks soothingly on top of him,encouraging the orgasm. He reaches backbehind himself and presses his fingers to where they’re joined, feeling thepulse of Gabe’s cock. “That’s good,Gabe,” Jack praises.

Exhaustion is starting to set in, Jack’s body wanting todissolve into a fucked-out pile and he lets himself rest on top of Gabe,folding his arms over Gabe’s chest and setting his chin on top of them. He knows from experience that Gabe won’t bebothered in the slightest by his weight.

Now that he’s fully within reach, Gabe’s hands takeliberties with Jack’s body, sliding up and down his back. Jack sighs contentedly and closes his eyes.

He hopes that Gabe’s rut works like his heat, giving momentsof clarity in between bouts of sex, but he really doesn’t know. His ignorance bothers him and when he nexthas some free time, Jack knows what he’s going to be researching.

Right now, though, he’s tied to a rut-addled alpha comingdown from his first orgasm, sprawled across the floor of his office. Jack’s going to have a hard time trying to dowork in this office again.

Not that he’s complaining really. It’s much better than paperwork. Even if he is going to have approximately amountain of it waiting for him when Gabe’s finally done with him.

Jack strokes his fingers over the angles of Gabe’s face,taking stock of the curves and lines. “Thethings I do for you,” he mutters.

Gabe presses a kiss to Jack’s fingers. He still looks dazed, like he’s not quiteready for words yet, but he’s slowly coming back to himself. Jack gives him a smile and leans up to brushtheir lips together. “Yeah, me too,” hesays.

With all his heart.

#reaper76 #alpha gabriel reyes #omega jack morrison #abo #bendoverwatch #kink fic #overwatch

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55. Blackmadi, Wrightworth, or Klapollo. Your choice.

55. “Ourfirst date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romancenovel? Do I need to call a doctor?”

Send me a number and a pairing!

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For as much time that Nahyutaand Simon spent together, they never actuallywent on dates.

Granted, most of their time togetherinvolved late-night sex or sloppy quick make-out sessions away from the eyes ofany other person, so actual dateswere not exactly on either of their minds at first. In the beginning, they actually still weren’tall that fond of each other despitethe mutual physical attraction, which for some reason made the sex even moreexciting and intoxicating. Simon wouldgrowl and say that Nahyuta was a sanctimonious ass, and Nahyuta would respondthat Simon was a disrespectful heathen…all before ripping their clothes off oneanother in a desperate attempt to feel skin-on-skin contact.

It was rough and needy and theyboth hated that they craved more and more.

Over time, somehow – neitherwould have been able to identify the exact time when the turning point occurred– that hatred developed into something different. Rather than feeling like insults, theirremarks to each other became almost…affectionate. The words would be the same, but the tonechanged; rather than become angry, they would laugh, as if they knew that thewords no longer held the truth.

And then, they began talkingmore afterwards.

At first it was just simplethings; cases they worked in the past, ones they were currently assigned…thatsort of thing. That developed…soon theywere discussing their likes and dislikes, their friends and family…and even occasionallywould open up tidbits about their tragic pasts.

It was comfortable.

Simon was the one who suggestedthat they do something new.

Nahyuta – who was gettingdressed while Simon still lay naked in his bed – paused what he was doing tostare at Simon with a somewhat puzzled and surprised expression. Of course, the feared Prosecutor Blackquillwas no longer looking at him, juststaring up at the ceiling as a blush became apparent on his normally palecheeks.

“What do you have in mind?”

Simon shrugged. “I don’t know.” How could he? He hadn’t gone on an actual datesince before he was imprisoned. Not tomention that he wasn’t the most…romantic of people, to say the very least. “But something involving us keeping ourclothes on might be…nice.”

Nahyuta smiled a bit; it wasfunny and somewhat…cute how Simon found it difficult to get the words out. After all, Simon Blackquill was not a man whowas easily embarrassed and he usually had an answer for anything. (Usually those answers were sarcastic or somesort of joke only he found funny, but he had the answers ready nonetheless.)

“Well, since I’m technicallyyour guest, you should probably figure something out.” Nahyuta was the one visiting the country;while he had a good handle on where things were by now, he still wasn’t anative who lived in the area. Plus, hethought it would be interesting to see what sort of plans Simon would make forthem.

“Tch, you’re no help at all, SadMonk,” Simon said, seeming annoyed. Nahyutaknew it was a ruse, of course; Simon was more likely just nervous about havingto think of something that Nahyuta might like.

“You’re the one who asked me togo out, remember? If I recall…” Nahyuta put his hand on his chin as if he wasactively thinking. “…it is customary for the person who asks to be the one to make the plans,correct?”

“Alright, knock it off. I’ll think of something. Tomorrow, then.”

Nahyuta smiled, and as he walkedout of the room, he said:

“It’s a date.”

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Despite how casual Nahyuta hadoriginally reacted to Simon’s date offer, he was extremely nervous. Throughout the day he found himselfincredibly distracted; what sort of plans did Simon have for them? A Japanese restaurant? A movie? Those seemed pretty standard, though Nahyuta didn’t know if Simon wouldever even think of those.

Even his attempts at meditationand prayer were futile; he couldn’t get the thought of Simon and their datelater on out of his head. The Chief Prosecutor even lightly scolded him forseeming distracted, and Nahyuta had to apologize before getting back to work…thoughthe distraction remained.

At the end of the workday, Nahyutahadn’t heard from Simon at all. In fact,he hadn’t even seen him; the man wasn’tin his office all day. When Nahyutaasked around, people informed him that Prosecutor Blackquill was scheduled tobe in back-to-back trials and so wasn’t going to be around, instead spendinghis day at the courthouse. So, Nahyutaended up heading back to his hotel room rather than to Simon’s apartment; hedidn’t want to head over there if Simon wasn’t home yet and end up having towait on his steps or something like that.

Eventually, he received a textmessage.

‘Meet me at this address at eight.’

Nahyuta didn’t recognize theaddress at all, so figured that he would just take a cab there. Why didn’t Simon want to meet at hisapartment? Strange… It didn’t matter; Nahyuta jumped into theshower immediately.

Although Nahyuta didn’t have alot of different clothes to choose from – there was, after all, only so muchone person can pack into one suitcase – he still spent far too much timeagonizing over what the hell he ought to wear. After trying on a few things, he ended up going with a red sweater andhis white pants; it wasn’t anything fancy, but it was slightly different thanwhat Simon usually saw him in.

Drying his hair was always apain in the ass, but he did it regardless…or as much as he could do itanyway. At first he thought aboutbraiding it as normal, but decided to change it up: he only braided some of thetop layer, leaving the rest of it down to that it flowed behind him when hewalked. He made sure to put on his jewelry,and looked at himself in the mirror one last time before heading out.

How many times had he seen SimonBlackquill naked? How many times had hecaused the man’s back to arch and his skin to sweat while touching his entirebody? He knew so much about where Simon’sweaknesses were; he knew that if Simon’s hair was pulled, he would shiver andgrowl as if he hated it…only to respond vigorously when Nahyuta would repeatthe action. He knew that for all ofSimon’s dominance, he liked to be handled roughly. He knew that Simon had an oral fixation andjust loved having something in hisfilthy mouth.

Yet for all that Nahyuta knewabout Simon’s body…there was so much he didn’tknow about Simon’s spirit.

And he wanted to learn.

Maybe that was why he was sodamned nervous as the cab pulled up to the intended destination.

It was…very windy.

He didn’t get a good look atwhere he was, however, since Simon had come up to him and handed him a piece ofcloth.

“Tie this around your eyes.”

Nahyuta took it, and then lookedup at Simon, obviously confused.

“You’re not serious…?”

“Just do it, Sad Monk.”

Nahyuta sighed and did what hewas told, choosing to trust Simon in this moment. He felt Simon take a hold of his hand to leadhim, but otherwise he said nothing. Theanticipation was terrible, really, and Simon’s silence just made it all so muchworse.

After walking for some time…theground changed suddenly. No longer wasit hard pavement. Instead it was…soft. Like…sand? Nahyuta didn’t have much experience walking in sand, but that was whathe guessed it was. And was that water heheard…?

Soon, they stopped.

“Alright, when I tell you…takeoff the blindfold.”

Nahyuta felt Simon release hishand and he waited a few seconds, feeling a bit awkward.

“Okay,” Simon said. “You can look.”

When Nahyuta removed the cloth,he almost gasped at what he saw.

Simon was kneeling on whatappeared to be a very soft blanket. Hewas holding two wine glasses as a bottle chilled in a bucket next to him. There was also a basket filled with some food(when the hell did Simon ever own a basket), but Nahyuta’s attention was morefixated on the setting behind:

They were by the ocean. Not close enough to feel a mist or have todeal with the tide, but still close enough to see it and hear it. And it was a clear night; the stars were outand were lovely and if Nahyuta couldbelieve it, he almost could see them reflected off the surface of thewater.

Simon had remembered the factthat Nahyuta said he wanted to see the ocean.

This was…not what he wasexpecting, and smiled. Hell, he evenlaughed a bit.

“Our first date is a picnic on abeach under the stars? Have youswallowed a romance novel? Do I need tocall a doctor?”

Simon turned bright red andfrowned…or was that a pout? Either way,it only made Nahyuta happier.

“I’ll admit I got some advice from Athena, but…I recalledyou saying that you had never seen the ocean even though you had visited somany times already, and I thought that it would be better at night, since thereare so few people around, giving us more privacy.”

“I’m only teasing, Panda,”Nahyuta said, walking over and kneeling on the blanket next to Simon. He brought his hand up to Simon’s cheekbefore leaning in to softly kiss his lips.

“This is wonderful.”

#ace attorney #blackmadhi #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #simon x nahyuta #prosecuting boyfriends #blackmadhi asks #my writings #SO I partially wanted to do one of the other two bc I've done so much blackmadhi (which I love of course aha)#BUT THIS QUOTE JUST SCREAMED BLACKMADHI SO IT HAD TO BE DONE #also lately I've been throwing in these two having a casual thing first hope you all don't mind aha #but I hope you like! <3 #(also yes simon got the basket from athena too)#ultra-firelily #allie answers

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