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moralesmilesanhour · 9 months

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Hi! May I request a small fic where miles 42 dates a male reader who's very bubbly, glittery, fashionista, and dresses in very bright colors or pastels. Maybe Rio and Aaron finally get to meet him and try their best not to tease or laugh at how ironic it is?

They find it even funnier knowing he's the who's been stickers all of his jackets or just anything that came out of his room.

Got carried away with this one oopsie

take it or leave it.

Miles peeled off his dark green puffer jacket, brushing off stray rain drops that hadn’t evaporated yet. In doing so his fingers ran over something smooth like plastic. Already knowing what it was, he took his forefinger and thumb and removed it.

The face of a rabbit with an ‘x’ for a mouth stared blankly at him. Miles held it up to the light and smiled to himself as little dots of color shifted from orange to green, having a good idea who it was from.

You liked to slap these things everywhere–anywhere–that you could reach. Though you never explained yourself to him, Miles suspected that your reason was the same as his when he spray-painted the walls of abandoned buildings: to make your presence known in a world that seemed set on ignoring you.

Your bleach-blonde curls, pastel shirts and flared pants made you quite difficult to ignore in the first place.

Even Miles, who hid beneath his hoodies and oversized jackets, couldn’t take his eyes off of you from across the basketball court that fateful day as you sat on a bench crowded with your friends. They were dressed just as elaborately, but not with nearly as much variety of color.

One girl draped head-to-toe in black lace and silver jewelry leaned over to whisper something to you. Whatever was said made you turn and meet his eyes just as he caught the basketball that had just sunk through the net above him.

He froze momentarily and could’ve sworn he saw you grinning at him before he started dribbling again.

You were too far away for Miles to commit the details of your face to memory, but he recognized the blonde sitting at the top of your head when you rammed into him in the middle of the hallway the very next day.

Now in full uniform–save for the fashionably-loosened tie–his eyes were drawn to the row of helix piercings lining your right ear, and the faint glow of metallic eyeshadow swiped across your lids with lashes that curled sharply upwards like–

“Yo,” your voice brought him back to reality. “Are you okay? I said ‘my bad’.”

Miles blinked.

“Oh,” he replied dimly.

You laughed good-naturedly.

“Just ‘oh’?”

“I-I mean,” Miles stumbled over his words, “You’re…good. I guess.”

“That’s…good,” you parroted with a teasing smile. “See you around!”

You pulled the strap of your book bag further over your shoulder, causing the cluster of charms and trinkets hanging from it to click-clack together with every bouncy step you took as you weaved through the stream of oncoming students.

That was how it began.

“I think he likes you.”

Sela took a bite of her french fry, which she then pointed towards the next table ahead of her. You followed her line of vision right back to the mismatched eyes that had burned two holes into the back of your skull in the hallway.

And P.E.

And A.P. Bio.

The more you thought about it, the more your friend’s hypothesis began to sound believable.

Still, you shook your head and chuckled.

“He’s definitely straight, first of all.”

“You don’t know that! What happened to not assuming?”

“Hm, I dunno…”

You looked again. This time, Miles was fiddling with the sleeves of his uniform, avoiding eye contact. Presentation aside, you’d never really seen him running with the sort of boy that said “Pause!” every five minutes, so that was a plus.

…Then again, you’d never seen him running with anyone. He even hooped alone. You recalled him making several lay-ups in a row as clean as the twin braids that brushed his shoulders. No team required.

Sela interrupted your quiet deliberation.

“Go talk to him and find out, then. Not like he’s gonna kill you if you ask.”

She tapped her long black coffin nails on the lunch table, awaiting your answer.

“I don’t feel like getting up,” you groaned lazily.

“Fine, I’ll call him over.”

“Hey, wait–”

“Aye, Morales! Miles Morales!”

Miles looked startled. “Huh?”

Sela waved at him while you ran your palm over your face.

“C’mere!”

He eyed her suspiciously, but slowly got up and shuffled over to your table.

“Do you…” he looked around. “Need something?”

The girl gestured enthusiastically towards you, and you rolled your eyes mentally before replacing the irritation with a smile and taking the lead.

“You looked lonely over there, man. Come sit with us!”

Miles bit his bottom lip once you spoke up, appearing to take in a sharp breath before taking the empty seat across from you.

“So do you have any, like, actual friends–? Ow!”

Sela rubbed her arm after you gave her a good smack.

“Sorry about her. She meant to ask if you were doing alright. You seemed kinda out of it.”

“I’m…fine,” he answered slowly.

“Well, that’s good. You were staring at me somethin’ fierce, I thought I had done something to you.”

Miles felt a rush of heat travel straight to his cheeks.

“N-nah, it’s just that–well, I saw you at the basketball court, and…” he trailed off and began messing with the end of one of his braids.

You leaned in closer to hear him better, which didn’t help his situation.

“One more time?”

“I saw you. At the basketball court.”

The teasing grin returned to your face.

“Yeah, I saw you too. What about it?”

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, trying to piece the right words together. Then he tried again.

“I liked your ‘fit.”

You held back an obnoxious snort of laughter.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, you have…good…fashion sense.”

Miles wrinkled his nose. He didn’t even believe his own lie. Why would you?

Mercifully, you narrowed your eyes but didn’t say anything.

“Thanks. You got good taste in sneakers.”

You paused, then added, “Meet me at the basketball court after school and I’ll show you how I put my outfits together. How's that sound?”

The offer hung in the air. Miles considered the possibility that you were just pulling his leg and that he’d wind up standing alone in an empty court, but there was no sign of a joke in your expression.

He shrugged in a fake show of nonchalance.

“Sure.”

The two of you went on like that for two long months. Meeting each other on the court, sitting on the bench and making light conversation while shooting compliments at each other that always just missed the mark of what you really meant to say, until one day you finally got tired of meandering.

“Miles, can I ask you something?”

“I dunno,” he answered, sipping on a pouch of Capri-Sun. “Can you?”

“You promise that if I ask, you’re gonna give me an honest answer?”

“If it won’t get me arrested, sure.”

“Miles, I’m serious.”

Your gaze intensified, making his heart rate quicken.

“Alright.”

“Are you into me?”

His blood ran hot and icy cold at the same time.

The thumping in his chest whenever you got close and he could smell what soap you used, the absent-minded doodles in his sketchbook, and finally, the staring, had been given a name. And in being named, it took on a physical form - something blinding and liquid that shot through his bloodstream.

Miles wanted to be able to say no. Give a straight answer, and move on to a more comfortable topic. But you’d read him like a book the last time he tried to lie to your face.

You noticed his hesitation, and the vice grip he had on his now-empty Capri-Sun.

“It won’t change anything, I just wanna be sure.”

He looked unconvinced. How do you just go back to normal knowing that your friend is in love with you? They could pretend nothing had changed for maybe a couple weeks, maximum, before conversations became clipped greetings in the hallway, then fizzled out into nothing. Impossible.

But again, it was no use lying.

He avoided your eyes as he answered, “I think so.”

Cold, delicate fingers suddenly found themselves beneath his chin, and his eyes widened as you turned his face towards yours.

“Miles, look at me. You either do or you don’t.”

His heartbeat was in his ears now, making his breaths shallow and the veins in his eyes pulse. The setting sun cast a sentimental glow over everything that filtered through your hair. No one else was around, save for the warm breeze.

“Miles, are you good–?”

He pressed his lips against yours before he could stop himself. Your lips were smoother than he’d expected, just slightly tacky with mentholated lip balm.

And, more importantly, they kissed him back.

Miles grabbed his sketchbook from his desk drawer and opened it to a page filled with tiny sketches of your outfits. Carefully, he placed the sticker next to the baby blue puffer you’d worn yesterday so that the two of you could be “twins”.

He should really call you, he thought.

You sighed, leaning your head back on the couch beneath the cool air-conditioning of Miles’ uncle Aaron’s apartment. The tall, lean man that you’d guessed Miles had probably gotten his accent from (and sayings that could only come out of the mouth of an older man) had gone out momentarily to grab food for all three of you.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to your now-sort-of-official boyfriend with a questioning look.

“What?”

Miles was holding back a laugh.

“Why’d you switch up like that in front of my uncle?”

“I didn’t ‘switch up’ anything.”

“I have never heard you talk like that in my life.”

You copied his pose, slouching and man-spreading with your hands resting on your thighs. You flattened and lowered your voice into the boring monotone that teenage boys liked to adopt when they wanted to be taken seriously.

“You mean like this?”

This earned a snicker from Miles, whose expression then became earnest.

“Seriously, though, you don’t gotta do the whole act around my unc. He’s not like that.”

“Then why do you do it?”

The boy paused.

Your observation was correct - Miles tended to lengthen and smooth out his stride when he walked next to Aaron on their ‘grocery runs’. He would remove the playful lilt in his voice, like when you strain freshly-brewed tea, leaving only the mellow liquid behind.

“That’s…different.”

We’re trying to impress him for two different reasons.

You let it go.

“Whatever you say. You are gonna tell him about us, though, right? Since he’s ‘not like that’.”

Miles scoffed, “You’re the one that introduced yourself as ‘a close friend of mine’. I ain’t tell you to say any of that.”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt safe!” you laughed.

“We were holding hands before he even opened the door, he definitely saw that shit.”

“Alright, alright, you win. We’ll both tell him, then. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

“Miles! Tu novio!”

“Coming!”

Miles padded over to the living room, where you stood in a bright yellow jacket covered in vibrant patchwork, and those jeans with the spray-painted stars all over them. Your hair was hidden beneath a red beanie you had stolen from his closet.

Aaron sipped on a fresh cup of coffee in the kitchen, well-within earshot as Miles greeted you.

“Hey.” The boy smiled, awkwardly sticking his hands in the pockets of his plain, dark-wash jeans.

His mother Rio shut the door and looked on in amusement at the two boys standing in front of her. You would think her son would add some more color to his wardrobe, being with someone that looked like that. But the all-black ensemble wasn’t going anywhere.

“¿Ustedes dos siguen fingiendo ser amigos?” the woman teased. “I’m not sensing any affection over here, guys!”

Miles gave his mom a blank stare, while you laughed. Even months later, the other boy wasn’t one for PDA.

“Oh they real affectionate, alright,” Aaron chimed in.

“Here we go…”

“I go out to get these boys some Domino’s one time, right? I come back up, and these two are cuddling on my damn couch after they told me they were ‘just good friends’. Now mind you, I ain’t believe ‘em for a second–”

“That’s great, unc,” Miles was already tugging you in the direction of his room, “We’re leaving now!”

“Don’t get too touchy in there!”

Once inside, he shut the door behind him. You struggled to suppress a laugh at the weary look on his face as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“She’s kinda right, y’know.”

“About?”

“It wouldn’t kill you to spare me a hug or something, once in a while.”

He said nothing.

You scanned Miles’ bedroom. All of his manga had been cleared off of his desk, and his swivel chair was no longer burdened with a pile of clothes. He just cleaned his room, you think.

The only thing left sitting there was his notorious sketchbook, a ballpoint pen, and a couple of Tombow markers scattered about.

And of course, your stickers.

You got up to take a closer look at the loose sketches and hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re really good at getting clothing folds right. You sure you never wanna study fashion design?”

He smiled, and shook his head.

“I’ll leave the fashion shit to you.”

“We could go to F.I.T. together, you and me.”

Without so much as making a peep, Miles and his long legs had snuck up behind you to wrap his equally-long arms around your waist.

“I’ll visit you.”

“What are you doing?”

“You asked for a hug.”

“That’s not what I mea–”

“Take it or leave it.”

The smell of paint and Jergens lotion enveloped you as you pulled him closer. You inhaled deeply, then sighed.

“You’re real stubborn, you know that?”

His chest shakes as he laughs.

“One of us has to be.”

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales x male reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x you #requests #moralesanhour #earth 42 miles morales x male reader

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averagewriter-inthedark · 25 days

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You Got It Bad 🏸 | Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd Headcanon

Edit posted on 2 Sep 24: omg when I posted this a few days ago America had yet to win a medal in badminton (Olympic & Paralympic) and today Team USA’s mixed doubles in badminton won the silver medal!! Congrats to Jayci Simon & Miles Krajewski for their win and making history!! The first ever medal in badminton for USA!!

Being married to Bob & becoming Olympians for the sport of Badminton would look like:

You and Bob met in flight school following your respected commissions into the Navy in 2011, became friends and colleagues, which them bloomed into lovers about a year later. You were the pilot, and he was your back seater---so it is no surprise your relationship worked so well considering you two were partners in the sky. After about two years of dating, Bob popped the famous question and you guys were wed within the year--the Navy sending you guys to bases as a package deal.

As most military instillations, there's a community gym and recreation center where active, reserve, and their families go to participate in intermural sports and activities. Many go for the typical bowling league and softball team or try a hand at flag football and ultimate. For you and Bob, badminton called yall's name.

Originating in British India and popular among countries in Europe and Asia, badminton made its Olympic debut in 1992 in Barcelona, Spain. Now while at first glance badminton may look easy in comparison to other court sports with a net like tennis and volleyball, but badminton requires just as much speed, agility, and precision. Especially when the shuttlecock is flying at record speed from one opponent to the other. The better the motor skills, the better you are.

Of course in the beginning you guys were a little rusty. Figuring out the rules and the best way for you and Bob to coordinate moves. You were the better server, but Bob was better handling the back while you stayed close to the net.

What started as a fun, leisure activity became more serious as you continued to play. Like we're talking you put up a net in your backyard. Whenever you hosted gatherings, you can expect that at some point in the night people migrated to the backyard to play a game or two. And boy would it get intense whenever you and Bob were on opposite sides of the court. "I hope you enjoy losing, pretty boy." "Darling, I know you're always right....but tonight you are wrong."

Not only did you build a sweat when a game got intense, but you looked forward to spending time with your husband outside of work. Not having to deal with the stress of flying or anxiety of running missions. Badminton was a great way to relive the tension and stay active. After every game you shared a sweet kiss with your husband, exchanging praises of 'Great job,' and 'We'll get 'em next time."

You both were competitive and roughly a year after playing you drew attention when you decided to join a local circuit outside of intermural on base. Winning match after match, you guys came in second in your first tournament. A great introduction to the start of your athletic career in mixed doubles badminton---which by the way, shoutout to RedBull and Dunkin Doughnuts for the caffeine supply when balancing a military and sports career.

Now the Olympic Games....the greatest sporting stage the world has ever scene...was never something you envisioned when you and Bob picked up your rackets for the first time. You'd only been playing badminton for a few years, having started in 2014. By the time the Rio Games came around, you guys were no way in Olympic level standings. Sure you'd been in a handful of local tournaments, making the podium in all, but you'd only recently won your regional title for mixed doubles, set to compete in nationals. You had yet to play an international tournament.

That time would come in 2017, and while you came home with third place at you guys were motivated to do better. You wanted to win a World title. Especially to prove to people who thought badminton was not a sport of high popularity like tennis or volleyball--and something you only play as a unit in high school P.E. You and Bob were motivated to bring more eyes to badminton in America. And what better way than to dominate a world tour.

So, when you guys weren't in the sky you were on the court. In the gym. Coaching each other, studying competition, working on technique, rewatching matches from previous Olympics. The Tokyo Games became a goal. And you were determined to make them. The pressure was on considering the United States has never won a medal in any event in badminton. "So, the Olympics...pretty darn big if you ask me." "Baby, you should know that when we put our mind to something, we make it happen."

It got to the point where your family members and friends were asking y'all about progress and even buying you equipment as birthday presents. And with the amount of shuttlecocks you go through monthly it was a blessing to a whole bucket of them in your garage. Your rackets had y'alls callsign's on them and of course you had matching outfits. And soon you guys had to invest in a nice cabinet to display your medals, plaques, and trophies from your competitions. Having the 2018 BWF World Championship right in the center.

You and Bob became a household name in the sport in the American circuit. Not only because you two were dominated the competition, but also the fact you guys were married and Naval officers brought a lot of attention. People who followed the sport became fans and viewed you guys as a love story out of romance books. Friends/coworkers-to-lovers who become teammates and an unstoppable duo in their sport. Yeah, it wrote itself.

When the 2019 detachment came though that became the priority. As much as it pained you to put training for the Sudirman Cup on hold, you had an obligation to the Navy. Nonetheless, you packed up your equipment and made the drive down from Lemoore to San Diego. Once settled, you both were spending any free time at the base rec center, practicing even for 30 minutes if you had it.

Soon the rest of the team picked up your love for the sport and became intrigued. Natasha especially, who became invested in watching you two play against each other. Shocked to see how heated it got and the fact you were able to move so fast to save a rally. "You guys are really into this, huh?" "Yeah. We just started for fun years ago and well..it took off."

After the whole shit between Jake and Bradley where Mav did damage control by taking y'all to the beach for dogfight football, you and Bob whipped out the equipment and soon all 12 of ya paired up to play games. It pretty much turned into a bracket situation where duos were eliminated until two remained for the final round.

And who's suprised....you and Bob won. And because you guys were so good, the team practically interrogated you two to which the reveal of your side career surfaced.

"You mean to tell me," Jake squinted against the sun, "You two are pretty much famous badminton players and are on the road to making the Olympics next year?" "Yep, that's about right. We want to be the first Americans to win a medal in the sport."

Fast forward to the success of the Uranium mission and unexpected world pandemic that followed, you and Bob are homebound due to the Navy restricting all work to remote settings, leaving you all the time in the world to perfect your craft. You won the Sudirman Cup, putting your names once more as contenders for the Tokyo Games and had one more year to train due to the postponement. In that time you and the rest of the Top Gun detachment transferred to Fightertown permanently, further bonding the friendships formed and the team became y'alls biggest supporters.

Qualifying for the Olympics had to have ranked in your top three moments in life. Right in the middle between marrying Bob and the Uranium mission. You jumped in his arms, screaming in joy while he spun you around and let the tears flow, bringing his lips for a passionate kiss not caring who watched. Never had you thought picking up a random badminton racket to pass time and relieve stress after a long work day would lead you to competing in the greatest sporting event alongside the love of your life. Experiencing it with Bob made it all the better. "We're going to the Olympics, baby!!'

Stepping onto the court in Tokyo officially titled you and Bob as Olympians, and while you competed for the gold across the pacific, back home your friends and family gathered to watch it unfold decked in red, white, and blue. The Hard Deck, your hometown, Bob's hometown, the rec center back in Lemoore where you first began playing badminton, the entire damn Navy was cheering you on.

Goal #1: Become Olympians - Achieved. Goal #2: Become the 1st Americans to win a medal in badminton - Achieved. Goal #3: Become the 1st Americans to win a gold medal in badminton - Achieved.

Yeah, you read that right. Not only did you and Bob accomplish everything you set your eyes on, but you cemented yourself in history as the first Americans to win a medal in any event in the sport of badminton and it was the gold. You guys became Olympic champions. And you can best believe the whole world was shocked to their core during the intense, heart pounding, sweat inducing, on the edge of your seat gold medal match against the #1 team in the world. You had already proven yourself to be the team to watch out for after knocking out the other leading pairs in the quarter and semi-finals, but to walk away with the gold after losing the first match, winning the second and tying the score each time until it ended with you scoring the golden point of 30.

Put it in the history books.

And three years later in a sold out crowd with your friend and family in the city of love, you and Bob continued your romantic journey of love, dedication and partnership when you defended your gold medal, adding a second to your cabinet with the promise of a third when the Games return to the Los Angeles 😉

#bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob x reader #robert floyd x reader #Robert Floyd fluff #Robert Floyd headcanon #Robert Floyd x you #robert floyd #lewis pullman #olympian!reader #olympics imagine #olympic imagine #tgm fanfic #TGM headcanon #TGM fluff #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick headcanon

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chirp-a-chirp · 1 month

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Ikepri: Chibi Pet Shop

Emma: One Leon please! *Holds Leon lion chibi tenderly in her arms*

Sales Clerk: Ah, a classic choice. Can I interest you in other chibi selections?

Emma: Oh no, I love my Leon, he’s—wait, what’s that? *Ears perk at nearby loud barking*

Sales Clerk: Hmm, the dogs are fighting again. *The Rio beagle and Silvio Dalmatian chibis circle each other, growling*

Emma: Shouldn’t you stop them?

Sales Clerk: Oh, they LOVE each other! *Silvio has Rio in a headlock, Rio whimpering and yelling “OW ARF OW!”*

Sales Clerk: You know, Silvio comes with a bejeweled collar. Included with purchase.

Emma: No thanks. One Leon please. *Lion Leon nuzzles Emma’s hand affectionately*

Sales Clerk: You like affectionate pets? Jin the Eagle would be wonderful!

*A green cloth materializes out of nowhere from Leon. He covers Emma’s chest protectively while shaking his head*

Emma: Aw, thanks Leon! I was getting kinda cold here!

Sales Clerk: Man, where does that lion keeping finding those green flags?

Emma: Anyways…Eagles are very majestic and awesome but they’re not my thing. Plus, you know, talons aren’t exactly cuddly.

Sales Clerk: You like cuddly? How about cats?

Emma: You mean like the LION here in my arms?

Sales Clerk: *Ignores Emma’s comment* Now where’s that sweet little Yves kitty I can show you….Here kitty, kitty, kitty…

*Sales Clerk walks around the store and nearly falls into a gapping hole in the ground. A cat hisses from the bottom of the pit, tail bristling. Licht the wolf is also in the pit, silently watching Yves*

Sales Clerk: CLAVIS! *A pair of golden eyes glow from atop a cabinet. The purple leopard smiles and flees, laughing*

Sales Clerk: Umm, do you like troublemakers? That leopard comes with a set of nets and shovels too, free of charge.

*Leon Lion jumps out of Emma’s arms and ties a number of green flags end to end into a makeshift rope. Yves kitty and Licht wolf climb up and walk away. Emma crouches down to pick the Lion back up, ruffling his mane*

Emma: I’m sure that leopard’s GREAT and all but—

Sales Clerk: TIGERS. We got premier tigers. Cream of the crop. VERY popular. Look at this white tiger! *Points to a majestic Chevalier tiger chibi, elegantly sitting in a chair reading*

Sales Clerk: And this tiger has EXTENSIVE documentation on his background and where he came from. Very detailed and thorough.

Emma: Yeah, I meant to ask about documentation. See, Leon only has a single page with the word “ROAR” on it. Do you have ANYTHING else regarding his background? Lore?

Sales Clerk: He’s a Lion.

Emma: How about what he likes?

Sales Clerk: Of course! *Hands Emma a single paper with “MEAT” on it*

Emma: Seriously?

*A black Tiger chibi with an eye patch slinks next to Emma. He puts something in Emma’s hand, grinning*

Sales Clerk: Oh, Gil LIKES you!

Emma: Ummm, this tiger just handed me a piece of paper with my address, last three jobs, and a list of all my allergies and food preferences. Has he been following me?!

Sales Clerk: He REALLY likes you!

Emma: Good for him! But I want—

Sales Clerk: Foxes? Snakes? How about a nice stag?

Emma: I don’t get it. Leon’s your poster boy. He’s LITERATELY on a poster on your front door. Why are you trying to get me to prefer other chibis?

Sales Clerk: *Blinks*

Sales Clerk: So, can I interest you in Gil—

Emma: NO! No eyepatches, no puppy butlers, no lone wolves, no tricks or traps! No blushy tsunderes, no salty dogs, no cold beasts!

Emma: ONE. LEON. PLEASE.

Sales Clerk: OK FINE.

Emma: THANK YOU.

*Sales clerk rings up purchase*

Sales Clerk: Oh, here’s your complementary bag of green flags. Leon goes through a lot of them.

#ikemen prince #cybird ikemen #crack fanfic #ikemen prince leon #ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince silvio #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen prince rio #ikemen prince yves #ikemen prince clavis

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allweknewisdead · 1 year

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Santino (2022) - Cao Guimarães

O vento bate forte quando morre um advogado, para levar para longe a sua alma.

#film #santino #cao guimarães #documentary #brazilian film #brazilian cinema #e tudo verdade #film festival #NET Botafogo #watched in rio #watched in april 2023 #film still

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blazingstar29 · 10 months

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Top Gun Work Outs - Goose

Well well well, everyone’s favourite (dead) RIO. Sorry this took so long life got busy but Goose has been in my head since day 1. It’s pretty obvious that despite Anthony Edwards working out for the film he didn’t stack on the muscle like the others. BUT I’m here to talk meta and make inferences so reality doesn’t matter to me lmao.

Disclaimer: in this series i talk about characters body composition and the exercises they do. Particular in this instalment there’s a little bit of a focus on weight so if this is triggering please give it a miss :)

It’s fairly obvious Goose is pretty lean. In the photo above there’s next to know additional muscle in his arm. What’s interesting though is that he still has a broad back despite not having any muscle. That comes down just to the natural conformation of someone but also may be a sign of Anthony’s efforts of working out that he built his lats up a bit.

as his bicep flexes we see some muscular definition.

But the reality is Goose is quite lean. And we see that from multiple angles that he’s not lean and buff in the way Slider is, but almost more of a runner or cyclist build. (More likely cyclist because it’s low impact and I’ll explain more why.)

And you might be thinking, what are you going to talk about? Well steady on. Being buff is all well and good but I’m think in the the broader universe.

Anthony Edwards is tall. He’s 6’4 tall. Y’all ever wondered why those crusty little dogs live forever but Great Danes don’t? The bigger you are the more your body has to work. Wether it’s pumping blood or your joints, tall people wear out.

Goose probably knows this. He spends his days in jet planes going mach 2. That’s a lot of pressure of the body. And although Goose is pretty agile, as seen in his stellar leap into the air above (and consequentially getting his foot stuck in the net)

He has a young family with a son he wants to play catch with. He doesn’t want to add extra strain to his joints. Especially because orthopaedic surgery wasn’t what it is today. Even arthroscopes that were pioneered and popular (at least in australia) are now falling out of fashion because ‘cleaning up the joint’ actually added more problems.

So whilst Goose isn’t skinny and looks like he could be pushed over by a breath of wind, he isn’t carrying any extra mass than he has to.

And this is something I noticed with Slider too, but it felt more prevalent with Goose.

This photo is just for those who want him; I thought it’s be appreciated. Also slider basically one millimeter from lying in goose’s lap lmao.

Exercises:

Cycling! Low impact, good cardio. Mav follows him on his motorbike when Goose goes up hills and shouts encouragement but Goose just throws his water bottle at him.

Swimming. Again, low impact but he doesn’t swim as much as Ice, he’d have a bit more muscle if he did it multiple times a week.

Hiking. I see those calves mr edwards. And, fun family activity too!

So yeah, that’s what I make of goose!

#top gun workouts #top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw #anthony edwards #top gun

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dark-frosted-heart · 1 year

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Clavis’s 3rd Birthday Story

Clavis’ POV in purple

That time of the year's approaching again.

Clavis knows that Emma and the others are up to something this year for his birthday. After the surprise from the previous year, he can't help but wonder what they have planned this year. He has to resist the urge to follow Emma into town and instead throws himself into his official duties. He doesn't even pay Cyril any mind when the knight points out that he's smiling. Every day feels like he's on cloud nine. That is, until a certain letter arrives.

Gilbert: "Hi Clavis, how have you been? I've been good. Today, I'm scouting a fortress by the border. Your territory's just next door. By the way, it'll be your birthday soon, right? I'm not so heartless as to not celebrate a friend's birthday when it's coming up. So this year, I wanted to give you a present. Ah, of course I'll be giving you the present on your birthday. I wouldn't do something as uncouth as give it to you before then. I hope you'll like it. Your secret friend, Gilbert"

Just what the heck is Gilbert thinking? Clavis is going to shred the letter into confetti. He asks Cyril where he got the letter and the knight replies that it got mixed in with the other letters addressed to him. Perhaps planted by a spy. Clavis will suggest cleaning up the castle to Chevalier. He'll never understand the minds of geniuses. Can't believe the World's Calamity is going to give him a birthday present. What a way to ruin his mood. The worst case scenario, one that involves Emma, comes to mind. It's possible that Gilbert will kidnap her and give her as a present.

Cyril: Have you decided what to do? Clavis: Yeah, I'm going to need a shovel. Cyril: Yes, a shovel's a must! Wait, shovel?

Clavis plans to dig a pit for Emma and a pit for the court chefs. Regardless of what the World Calamity's planning, Emma needs to be protected at all costs. He tells Cyril to go to Emma, he'll take care of the rest. Cyril gives a salute and runs off.

The "Birthday Damage Control Committee" consisting of the Rhodolite townspeople that have been frequent victims to a certain someone's pranks, Jin, Luke, Yves, Rio, and Emma have banded together to make a lot preparations for said person's birthday. Differnt teams check in with her and a regular at the bookstore gives Emma a letter to give to Clavis. They must not let their guard down until that day comes because there's no telling if "you know who" will fall for their trap this year.

Emma: Everyone, let's keep our guard up until the end! Birthday Damage Control Committee members: Yes!

Emma's convinced that if she keeps it up, they'll succeed.

And yet...

Emma finds herself in a pit trap. When she had returned to the castle, she found a letter in her room written in Clavis' handwriting asking to meet the gardens that night for a date. Though she had told everyone to stay alert, she ends up slipping.

Luckily, there's a net to cushion her fall, but the depth makes it hard for her to climb out by herself. She hears laughter coming from above and sees a smiling Clavis bathed in moonlight.

Clavis: Did you let your guard down my lovely fiancée? Emma: What do you think you're doing?! Clavis: It's my love trap of course. Emma: This is just a pit!

Clavis laughs and asks for forgiveness. He's just in a good mood because his birthday's approaching.

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On the dawn of Clavis' birthday, he brings Emma to his trapped villa where they'll be able to have some alone time together. Emma exclaims that they already had their fun yesterday. Just remembering the things that happened because she was stuck in a net makes her blush and she hides her face. Clavis says they'll be doing more since it's his birthday after all. But there's a place Emma wants to take him to today. Too bad for her though, she should've taken action first. Emma wonders if he's found out about their evil plan (present).

Suddenly there's a commotion outside. Looks like whoever they are arrived sooner than Clavis thought.

There's an angry mob gathered outside of the villa. Yves yells that he knows Clavis is hiding Emma in the mansion. Rio suggests storming the villa and the townspeople agree. Luke tells everyone to calm down; Clavis wouldn't hurt his own fiancée but Yves says she's in danger because she's his fiancée. Especially because it's his birthday. Luke looks to Jin for an explanation.

Ever since Clavis was a kid, he's always wanted to be celebrated. He'd play pranks for attention. As he grew older, his pranks increased and now he attacks anyone in the country without question. Rio adds some incidents he had heard about relating to Clavis' birthday pranks. Jin says that now, he'll be focusing all his attention on Emma. What does Luke think will happen? Luke replies that it should be the same as usual since Clavis has been pranking Emma all the time since they got together. Yves says that the birthday pranks are special. There's a whole set of pranks involving multiple things. Looks like Luke's convinced now. The mob moves to rescue Emma. And they fall into a trap.

Meanwhile, said person's been watching the whole thing from a window. There were at least 200 people rushing the villa. She can't believe news of her disappearance got around so quickly, but perhaps Clavis intentionally told people. Yep. But he didn't think the plan would work out so well. And having Emma by his side, Gilbert can't do anything now.

Clavis wonders who'll be the one that saves Emma. She begs him not to take things further and cause more damage. Why does he want to do this on his birthday. Clavis pins her against a wall and asks what she thinks. Time for a secret weapon. The way she looks up at him takes his breath away. But as a gentleman, he has to restrain himself.

Emma calls him cruel. Isn't being pranked supposed to be her privelege? She pouts at him and he tries to soothe her with a brief kiss. His fiancee's just too cute. Wait, is he blushing? Clavis says he never thought that Emma would get jealous but Emma exclaims that she isn't. He says that there's no need for her to be embarrassed. If she celebrates him with everything she's got, he'll let the mob go. Of course, he doesn't want a normal celebration. He wants one only she's capable of doing. Now it's time to show her love. Emma agrees to his request. First, she'll need to borrow his kitchen. Actually, before that, she grabs Clavis by the lapels and presses a kiss against his cheek and asks that he goes easy on everyone. Restraint! Restraint! He's a gentleman! Clavis promises to only play his serious pranks on her. Like a gentleman, Clavis takes Emma's hand and leads her away.

Cut to Emma in the kitchen, in Clavis' lap, yelling in frustration. She had baked Clavis a cake, sang him a birthday song, gave him a kiss, and even let him touch her legs to his heart's content. Her legs are smooth to the touch, just the right amount of elasticity, a beautiful shape, and elicits adorable reactions whenever he touches them... She's done everything she can think of to celebrate his birthday but the screams outside never stopped. What else does she need to do?! It's not like she's not enjoying celebrating Clavis though. Clavis asks if she's giving up so soon. The fate of the people outside depends on her. He's satisfied, but he's being greedy.

Clavis: No "that" this year? Emma: "That"? Clavis: Yes, "that". Emma: What's "that"? Clavis: "That" is "that".

What did they do last year? The childlike sparkle in his eyes makes Emma unable to ask what "that" is. But it's something he clearly wants. She tries to remember what they did last year. His present's in the castle so she can't give it to him at the moment, but he knows that so that's not what he wants right now. Incidentally, he's been wearing the ascot tie she embroidered for him almost every day. Emma continues to think through the events from last year and comes up with something. When she had showed Clavis how much she loved him with her entire being. Just thinking about it heats up not only her face but also her body. she doesn't tell Clavis what currently on her mind and instead tells him that she knows what "that" is. But she won't give it to him. Clavis stops mid-sentence and asks why she'd deprive him of this once-in-a-year pleasure. Emma replies that if she does give him her love now, it'd feel like she was doing it to help others. She'll give it to him after because it's so important.

Clavis covers his face and mutters that he forgot to prepare himself for how she kills him slowly with the agony she puts him through.

Clavis: I'm currently dying. Emma: Please live. We can't celebrate if you're dead.

Looks like she convinced him...? Calmdowncalmdowncalmdown. He's more relaxed now, now hiding behind his usual smile. Clavis agrees to disarm the trap because of her loveliness. But his expectations have increased. She can't give up now.

Clavis then leads Emma to the living room where she all the people caught in a trap are gathered. Looks like a party's going on since the people are enjoying delicious food, alcohol, and honey. Emma asks Clavis to explain. It's his birthday party. Emma asks if he's hosting his own birthday party. Yep, he thought he'd surprise everyone with a surprise after they outwitted him last year. Of course, he'll be receiving her presents later, he whispers to Emma but he's more of a guy that likes to give rather than receive.

Emma can't take it anymore. She swallows the words about to spill out and hugs him instead. She squeezes him tight. It's frustrating how even though it's his birthday, everyone else is getting bamboozled.

Emma mutters to get ready for tonight.

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After the party, the two return to Emma's room in Rhodolite castle because hers is the one with a bed. He's in such bliss it's as if the letter from Gilbert never happened. Emma appears to be in a good mood. Her adorableness and post-bath look has Clavis check if his nose is bleeding. Nope. Clavis asks if she's falling even more in love with him. she answers that she is. She then kneels in the middle of her bed and pats her knees. With her approval, Clavis immediately gets on the bed and sets his head on her lap.

Their current position makes her blush. She really likes the view of his face from above. Emma stutters out a "happy birthday" and can't bring herself to look directly at him. But it looks like Clavis has the same reaction. It's embarrassing for the both of them. Clavis clears his throat to ease the awkward tension and brings up that it should be time for "that" now. Emma runs her hand through his hair to calm herself but he takes her hand and pulls her closer before guiding her hand to where he'd like to be touched on his head. She's ready to start now.

Emma: Everyone had to deal with Clavis' terrible birthday prank this year...but it seems like we all had a good time. I got to see your true self and...I liked that. Clavis: More Emma: I...I love you? Clavis: More Emma: I love you so, so much! Clavis: Not quite there yet Emma: I'm getting this sense of deja vu, but fine!

Emma takes a deep breath and meets his expectant gaze.

Emma: He's the one that tries to look good, causes trouble, and wants to be celebrated the most on this whole continent...Still, I love Clavis who's also the most earnest, sincere, handsome, and actually has a good personality more than anyone else!

Emma gives Clavis a peck on the lips and he pulls her closer by the back of her head. Every time Emma expresses her love for him, he feels just a bit more confident about himself. There's no better birthday present. After the two make out for a while, Emma asks him to warn her first because her heart can't handle it. Clavis tells her that it's still not enough. Emma kisses him again. Clavis feels like he's getting greedier with each birthday. He just loves her too much. Emma's glad and lets him do as he pleases. He's in for a long night. He pushes her down onto the bed but Emma stops him with a hand on his chest. There's still something she needs to give him. She give him a letter that was on the side table. He wished it was a love letter, but the moment he saw "To Clavis", his blood ran cold. The handwriting... He asks Emma what this letter is. She replies that it was a regular at the bookstore. He had asked her to give it to him.

Oh how he hates geniuses. Clavis hides how upset his is with a suspicious smile and opens the seal.

Gilbert: “Happy birthday, Clavis. Thanks to me, you got to spend the whole day with the little bunny this year. You enjoyed yourself and had fun. That is my present to you. By the way, there was no ill will behind your friend's congratulations so don't try to find a hidden meaning, okay? Even though you're royalty, you take care of my precious things without ruining them. Stay the way you are. I have eyes on you. Don't become the kind of person I'd want to kill okay? Your best friend, Gilbert. P.S. My birthday's on December 21st.”

What's with that guy? Was that all? No matter how many times he rereads the letter, he can't find any other meaning to it. He tells Emma that everything's fine when she asks him what's wrong. He tosses the letter aside, out of Emma's sight. It's annoying how he did exactly as Gilbert had planned. But he can be the happiest guy in the world just by being with Emma. He tells her that he loves her so much that he can't contain himself.

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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Would you believe me ‧₊˚.

Phillip Graves x black!femreader

Warnings: cruising, age gap(23/34), use of alcohol, suggestive. Kinda short :( and not proofread properly!

Summary: would you believe him if he said he was in love with you? He wanted to live a life with you fuck everyone else lets run away for a few weeks maybe even months go to a different country let our worries fade away.

“Lets go, I have two tickets.” Phillip spoke his hands on your knees his eyes wandering your tear stained face.

“Your bag is already packed baby.. lets go, let’s get away from her from your parents and anyone else that feeds you those lies.” He spoke his hand moving to cup your face kissing the tears away softly.

“Lets go..” you said. So you did one way ticket to Rio, you turned your phone off you didn’t care what everyone else had to say about the two of you. But maybe they were right in a way he was ten or so years older than you it wasn’t gonna be some happily ever after shit maybe he planed to break your heart.

But how could he with the way he looked at you those blue eyes had always made you feel something either it being a safe feeling or just pure love. The way his fingers would graze your soft skin so tenderly whispering sweet nothings into your ear, how could he break your heat like everyone said he would.

Now the worries we’re fading away, the first few days in rio was you two figuring out your way around, spending most of your time on your little beach the was in the back of your rental home. You both could let go your bodies always tangled together, him kissing you so sweetly. Morning were you both laid bare under the covers the warmth of your own bodies together, the red welts on his back standing out as you watched him get up you always following after him to the bathroom.

The warm showers waking you both up you nails running through his blond strands as he would hold your waist close. Something about the sun made you look even more beautiful to him your dark complexion always shining, you never seemed to stop smiling either that’s what he loved about you. Nothing was the same with you always a surprise and he loved that how could he every get tired of you.

Your laughter was more loud when you had enough alcohol in your system you could care less about the people around you, how you craved him with or with out the alcohol begging for his touch. In the sheets he was different either rough or gentle but you came first your pleasure. His lips trailing on the inside of you thigh making you squirm pleading for him to devour you whole, he worshiped your body every scar stretch mark, every thing that made you feel less of yourself. God he could die at the way his name slipped from your pretty lips, how you cried out to him as he was deep inside you reaching places nobody ever had.

You could keep him up or hours constant drinking and love songs, your arms wrapped around his neck as he spun you around as you both danced. He didn’t even want to know how many pictures you had to that little red camera you carried on you it always around your wrist. Though he did know was a few of them were for he took them your sleeping figure on top of him.

Going through the street marked in nothing but your tiny shorts and bikini top, his hand in yours as you led him through the market. You glancing back at him as you take to the owner of a stand, he loved how easily you picked up the language lord knows he couldn’t.

Placing the groceries down he found himself behind you kissing up on you. Your soft laughter as he kissed on certain spots, your hand trying to push him away his hold on you only growing tighter. You heart melted when he said I love you every fucking time. Phillip graves was so incredibly in love with you and he never hid it. In every word, every kiss, every touch he told you he loved you.

The night was still warm as you ate outside your legs over his hips as you sat together on the net hammock. “You should cook more often.” You spoke swallowing the bite of food.

He let out an amused chuckle “Should I now?” He questioned his thumb rubbing your thigh.

You nodded a smile displayed across your face “Ill stick to baking don’t worry.” You winked.

“Pfft I can bake.” He laughed.

“Rightt~ that’s why yo ass burned the brownies as we had to go get somethin’” you mocked.

He hummed soft laughter coming from him as he watched you continuing to eat. He put him plate on the deck pulling you over to him turning your body so your back was pressed against his chest. “Whats wrong love?” You asked feeling his face fall into the nape of your neck.

“Nothin’ darlin’ just feel like holding ya right now.” He spoke truthfully, his arms wrapping around your waist. You two just sat there even after you finished your food. Phillip holding you close as the sound of the night was around you, “let’s go for a swim..” you whispered getting up gently his hands slowly dragging down you legs as you got up he soon followed after you down to the beach.

You pulled your shirt off discarding it on the beach you wore nothing but underwear under the shirt soon get rid of your panties your naked body turning facing graves as he amired you. Phillip began taking off this clothes walking up to you picking you up walking down to the water you both getting goose bumps as the cold water surrounded both your bodies. Your hands held his face your thumbs creasing his cheeks, he leaned in kissing you softly each kid after getting hungrier felling his hold on you tightens pulling you into a hug as your arms wrapped around his neck kissing him eagerly. Your soft moans drowning out the sound of the waves Phillip guiding your legs to wrap around him.

He want nothing more that you to love him the way he loved you, he continuously thought about putting a ring in your finger that ring sitting in his suitcase he just needed to get over the frustration and fear that you would say no. He craved watching you walk down in a beautiful white dress your friends and family there to watching but it couldn’t be the picture perfect. As of now all he could think was you you bodies clung together every kiss felt as if your souls tied together just the two of you no worries.

The morning was finally spent slow no rushing out to see something new the two of you sleeping together you pressed against his back as he faced the other way having turned in his sleep. You let your fingers graze over that scratch marks a small smile tugging at your lips, the room silent the only thing you could hear was your heart beat and his soft breathing. Propping yourself up you let you lips touch his shoulder you lips placing gentle kisses on him the vaseline on them leaving glossy marks behind, traces on you all over his body.

His body shifted him now facing you looking at him, your bare breast pressed against the mattress his eyes wondered talking in the bruised marks that laid on top of your melanin complexion. His hand made is way cupping you face not worrying about pushing any hair out of the way to feel the sensation of you cheeks, your hair tucked away in a bonnet. He let the smoke creep up on his face as he pulled you in kissing you his hands now cupping your ass.

“Go back to sleep.” You spoke softly covering his eyes.

“Why?” He hummed a grin still on his features.

“You look so peaceful… I like knowing that fact if your sleeping you can’t leave..” you spoke half joking mumbling the last part.

His hands pulled on yours uncovering his eyes so he could look at you fully “What makes you think I would leave you doll?” He asked his brows slightly frowning.

You didn’t speak for a moment that caused to now fully sit up facing you, his hand lifting up you chin softly “darlin’ talk to me.” He whispered.

Don’t cry, don’t sit here and cry to him that you couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving you. But his voice trying to get you to speak the im right here, i don’t plan on going anywhere made you break. “Please just don’t leave me..”

“Oh baby..” he cooed, his arms pulling you close you head placed under his chin.

“Im not going anywhere… I promise you that. Wait here.” He spoke getting up real quick you watched as he walked over to his suitcase digging into it grabbing something walking back over, Standing in front of you on the bed.

“Darlin’ i dont thing you quite understand how in Love I am with you, would you believe me if I said I was in love? How I wanted to spend every last moment with ya, even though I work like a mad man.” He spoke.

“I could never see myself leaving you, your my own personal life support. You make me want to get up and do things I haven’t done before, you keep me on my toes I never know what could happen next when I’m with you. I love the little note you write me before I go in deployment they remind me I get to come home to you after months away and you still have that spark every fucking time. That’s the shit I like you have such a beautiful aura you can bring a smile to my face, we can have such domestic moments together and I crave that forever. I want you to never worry about my love for you ever.” He said you watch tears still falling down your face as you watched him pull the little velvet blue box from behind his back.

He got down on his knee “This isn’t how I was exactly planning on doing this but I can do something special later.” He said pulling open the box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring a big fucking diamond the band being filled with them aswell.

“Phillip..” you spoke softly your hand coming up to your mouth.

“(Name) I want to spent every last breath with you… I don’t ever plan on leaving you I want to be by your side every single moment, when I look at you I feel complet your what I’ve been praying for all of my life.” He spoke softly his hand reasting on top of your hand that laid on your legs. You could hear the emotion in his voice how he could break any moment before you.

He took a deep breath before continuing “One day all the stars in the sky will dim, the oceans will stop waving and creating such a peaceful sound, the trees will stop swaying, and the sound of nature with die. Some say the end is near some say it’s far, but no matter what the outcome you and I will be together. And you don’t have to either storms your storms for me, I won’t wait for your rain to stop to give you all my live instead we can do this together.” He finished his voice becoming shaky, he was spilling every single emotion out all his live he was giving it to you on a sliver plater.

He took one more deep breath steadying in breathing, “(Name) will you marry me?”

You shook your head violently as you started to sob, “yes, yes I- I’ll marry you Phillip.” You spoke your arms opening for him to embrace you so he did. You sat in his arms crying to him a smile displayed on your face. He pulled away from you kissing your lips, he grabbed your hand placing the ring on your finger.

“You gonna stop crying’ now ya big baby.” He joked earning a slap to the chest from you.

“Shut up.” You sniffed wiping your eyes.

He pulled you in again kissing you so tenderly, he whispered sweet nothings to you between every kiss. God he loved you so much and there was nothing that could stop him fro making you his.

So would you believe him?

Yeah yeah you would.

a/n: AHHHH THIS FEELS SO SHORT!! I worked on this for day bruh so I hope it’s good!🙏🏽🙏🏽

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