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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

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Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

#finn shelby imagine #finn shelby smut #peaky blinders imagine #finn shelby x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders x reader #finn shelby x y/n

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

#lando norris #lando norris blurbs #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #alltooNSFW!

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talas-starlight · 4 years

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Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well?

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines 🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising

#percy jackson #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson x fem!reader #annabeth #annabeth chase #leo valdez #heros of olympus #hoo #nina's 1k event #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson angst

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression - Ep 50 Propheciser with psychic powers, Baba Vanga's predictions.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome....Uh, its nothing special, but..

J: Nothing special?

K:...We havn't really spoken about this mask...(*gestures to his mask*)

J: Oh, of course.

K: We made it as part of our merchandise.

J: Oh, by the way..hang on a sec (*Turns around to show his jacket*)

T: Ohh, the Dir en grey one from before, right?

K: Tasai wore that once before too.

T: Yeah, on the live broadcast.

K: So today..

J: ...I'm wearing it.

K: Thank you.

J: This is really warm...

K: Really?

J: Um, the normal types of these, what are they called? Coach jackets? This material is a bit different from them.

K: Really?

J: It has a nice crispiness to it.

T: Yeah, I wear it quite a lot. This mask, what does it say on it?

K: I don't know, what is written on it? haha.

J: Is it on sale now?

K: I think so, yeh.

J: Everyone, please have a look!

T: Can I also just show my T shirt?....Its a Tokyo Sports one.

K: Ahh! Seriously?? That looks great!

J: That is cool!

T: Its from the store Hardcore Chocolate in Higashinakano.

K, J: Ohh!

K: Like that other one I sometimes wear? With Fujikawa Kyuji?

T: Yes, yes, yes. We've done a collaboration with them.

K: How good is that?!

J: Ehhh?

T: Its been on sale since Jan 11th. I brought you one each.

K, J: Eh?!

K: Thank you!

T: Thats what I wanted to say today.

J: Thats it? Isn't that great?

K: Ok, well..

J: Shall we start?

K: Yes.

J: This is the news that I chose. So, 2021 has already begun, but what type of year will it turn into? 'Blind propheciser with psychic powers...Baba Vanga'...

K: Its a bit difficult to say, isn't it? Bava Vanga.

J: Yes, Baba Vanga, she has made some predictions. She predicted the simultaneous terror attacks on America, and that the UK would leave the EU. The blind propheciser from Bulgaria, Baba Vanga. She actually died in 1996 aged 85, but she had already made predictions about what would happen in 2021, and she has been correct with 85% of her predictions so far. First, a cure for cancer will be found! Humanity will probably be able to eradicate cancer at the start of the 21st century. Next, President Donald Trump will be struck down with a serious ailment. The 45th president will catch a disease of unknown origin, go deaf, and suffer brain injury. Next, Europe. The European economy will collapse, a domestic asassination attempt will be made on President Vladimir Putin, Islamic extremists will attack Europe with chemical weapons. Next, worldwide. The world will undergo climate change and suffer great damage. Peoples' awareness will change, an era of distress will dawn, people will be divided. We will witness shocking events which will change the fate of humanity. Thats not all, it goes on....Oil production will stop, trains will fly using solar energy. If oil production stops, the world can rest. In 2021, a strong dragon will seize the earth. Further, three giants will unite, some people will get red money. She also saw the numbers 100 and 5 with lots of zeros. As for the meaning of the dragon, if it were a nation, it is easy to see it as China, the three giants would be Russia, India, and China, and as for the 100 and 5, this could refer to 100yuans and 5000 rubles, as both use red notes. And finally, the last prediction is alien life in space will be discovered, the origin of life on eath will be revealed, and people will be able to make contact will their supernatural siblings from another world. Those are Baba Vanga's predictions. What do you think?

T: She died in '96, and she was already able to predict what would happen in 2021?

J: 25 years later, yes, she predicted what would happen in this year 2021. Well, I mean, she didn't say the name Donald Trump, she just said the 45th president would suffer. But the scary ones are peoples' awareness changing, and shocking events that will change the face of humanity. Thats been going on constantly since last year.

K: By the way, what were her predictions for the year 2020?

J: I wonder what they were.

K: I mean, I like this kind of thing, but don't psychics always put out tonnes of predictions.

J: They do.

K: So something is likely to fit.

J: Yeah, in the widest sense, something like this might happen.

T: Yeah.

K: Something out of these is bound to happen, so we can sit here and say, 'Oh yes, this is right', but if you really tried you could make any of them fit. Psychics do this a lot.

J: Well, yeah, I mean, she was quite specific with the 45th president getting an unknown ailment.

T: And with the assassination attempt on Putin, that was very specific.

J: Yeh, that was. Well..???*1 I'm interested in these bits. But look, it also says alien life will be discovered. This is good for Tokyo Sports.

T: Yeah, for Tokyo Sports, this is great.

J: Humanity connecting with separate worlds..

T: Supernatural siblings.

J: What does Tokyo Sports think of all this? Will it come true?

T: We might be in trouble if it does.

K: Right?! The dragon..

T: Hahaha

K: That would be bad.

J: Certainly though, when you look at something like this, you do end up trying to make it fit.

K: Yeah, when there is a lot.

Kami: Uh...

J: Ah, Kami! Surely you are an expert on this kind of thing, Kami?

Kami: Uh, the name Baba Vanga is incredible, right?

J, T: Yeah.

Kami: As a god of the Sai baba generation, Im attracted to this name.

J: Ahh, Sai baba. Do you know a lot about him?

Kami: No, nothing. Only his name.

J: Haha.

K: Only his name?

Kamu: No, the names of psychics have impact.

J: Ah, of course.

T: Its true, psychics have these kind of plosive sounds in their names.

J: What does 'Baba' actually mean? Like in Sai Baba, or Baba Vanga?

T: Ah, maybe something like 'god'.

Kami: No, its more like babababa~mba~m!

T, J: Haha

J: Kami, what do you think of these predictions?

Kami: Oh, it happens a lot, some peole getting red money. But, it doesn't matter what colour, red, yellow...I want it.

K: You want it, right?

Kami: 100 and 5 with lots of zeros, I want as many zeros as possible added

T: Hmm, yeah.

Kami: I want them to give it out like bababa~m! Babababa!

K: He just wanted to say that, haha

J: Kami, are you drinking?

K, T: Haha

Kami: No, I'm not drinking.

J: You're not?

Kami: No. Joe, you're just paranoid.

J: Haha.

K: But actually, there was some news about the cure for cancer wasn't there?

T: Was there?

K: Yeah, recently.

T: Ehh? Well, maybe these predictions are on point. 85% of her predictions turn out correct...

J: Hm, yeah, if the nice ones are correct, that would be nice. Curing cancer and stuff. I don't want that one about climate change and great suffering to be correct.

K: Well, these things are definitely happening at least somewhere in the world.

T: Right, yeh. Oh, (*reading card*) in the year 4509, conversing with gods will become possible. She predicted that too apparently.

Kami: That has already come true, right? We're talking now.

J: Well, of course, we are doing that.

T: 2000 years early.

K: Yeh..2...2016 years early?

Kami: Sorry its with such a lousy god though.

J: Thats right.

K: Yeah, we are conversing, right?

J: We are so early!

T: Hahaha

Kami: This is one of the 85% correct predictions.

K: Its not, its wrong, we are conversing with gods 2016 years before she predicted it.

J: Yeah, Baba Vanga said it would be in the year 4059. Unless this god talking to us is a fake god?

K: Oh, theres that theory too?

Kami: Can you say that? A fake god?

J: Eh?

Kami? Can you say a god is fake?

J: I mean, if its a half-baked god..

Kami: Im obviously a god..

J: I can't see you though..

Kami: Well, yeah, you can't, haha.

T: Haha, its obvious?

K: We have no idea?

J: We can't see you.

T: But we do have the knowledge that Kami has quite a babyface.

Kami: Ahh, pachinko, yeh.

J: I think Kami should make some predictions about what will happen in 2021, to prove to us that he's a real god.

T: Yes, thats it.

K: Yeah.

J: Right? Kami's predictions!

T: One or two..or three.

Kami: I can't, I havn't thought about it!

J: Haha, no no, if you can descend...

T: Its Kami's predictions.

Kami: Most likely...I'll change jobs.

T: You will...?

K: ...Change jobs?

T: Eh?!

Kami: Yes.

K: Your night shift?

J: His part-time job will change?

T: haha

Kami: Yes, thats it.

J: You can't call that a prediction, haha. Whether or not you will change jobs has nothing to do with humanity!

Kami: Its a prediction.

K: Its not!

Kami: The big gods can say things like an earthquake will come and stuff, but Im a small god.

J: Ah, I see.

K: Even then, he could still do it, its only a statement.

J: If anything it sounds just like a regular action plan.

Kami: Hehehe

J, T, K: Hahahaha

K: You're laughing, Kami? This god is getting more interesting.

Kami: Yes.

T: Kami, can you tell us what will happen to Joe this year?

J: Ah, yes, tell me my fortune. He could tell us all our fortunes.

Kami: Oh Joe? Joe will get drunk and mess up.

J:Hm?

Kami: You'll get drunk and mess up.

J: Well, yeah, haha

T: Thats a fact.

J: Thats just an extension of whats happened up to now.

T: How about something like, 'Joe will get married suddenly' or something?

J: Ah, yes yes yes.

Kami: Ahh, no, you won't.

K: I agree with that *2

J: No?

K: He's not lying, haha.

J: Its because there's no sign of it coming from me currently.

T: But thats the thing! It would be really sudden if you got married in June or something.

J: He said no.

T: Like, the one for you might appear!

J: Yeah, how about that?

Kami: I can see woman trouble for you.

T: Woman trouble?

J: Ahh, it won't work. What about Tasai?

T: Yeah, how about me, Kami?

Kami: ...I can see woman trouble.

J, T: Haha

K: He's just going with the flow.

T: Im getting dragged in by Joe.

J: He has no idea what to say again. Ok, how about Kaoru?

Kami: I can see woman trouble

J: Haha.

T: Is this ???*3

J: Yeah

K: ???*4

Y: Yeah

K: Ok, I think we'll finish this week on that note. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

* 2 Not sure im right.

* 1, 3, 4 Couldn't make out.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫

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elzetastuff · 3 years

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New Feelings Blossoming

*in the middle of a battle against fatui in a domain*

*Team composed by Aether, Diluc, Fischl and Bennett*

Bennett: "I'm going in! *Activating his ultimate on the ground*

Diluc approaches to the buff circle and charges his ultimate

D: “Burn!!!”

A giant pyro eagle comes from Dilucs sword, hitting the fatui soldiers and damaging most of them, while the rest of the soldiers survive with just a little bit of life left.

Aether: *using his anemo ability* “Wind Blade!”

From the palm of his hand, the traveler summoned a vortex that damaged the rest of the enemies and threw them in the air, finally knocking them up and clearing the room.

Aether: “Huh, it wasn't a bad combo after all”

Bennett: “Yes! We did it!”

Diluc: “Don't chant victory yet, kid. they're still coming”

Portals appear in front of the party as moew fatui soldiers arrived, ready to stop and defeat the adventurers

Bennett: “What? A second round so soon?”

Fischl: “Foolish ignorants who dare to combat with the prinzessin der verurteilung only shall find despair and failure in their future!”

Aether: *sighs and grabs his sword* “Lets keep going!”

The team keeps fighting together as the fatui used their weapons against them

F: “Oz! Reveal thyself!”

O: “As you wish, Mein Fräulein”

Oz appears and starts to attack the soldiers with electro damage. with Diluc’s sword and Bennett’s buff power, the Cryo and Hydro soldiers got defeated fast

Suddenly, a new portal emerged from behind the team. and a Electro Fatui soldier appeared with his hammer in hand, ready to smash the adventurers

A: “Watch out!”

The Fatui soldier lifted his hammer and attacked in the direction of Fischl. The girl was frozen in place as the Soldier jumped at her direction. but before the hammer could hit her, someone yelled her name

Bennett: “Fischl!”

The boy ran to her direction and pushed her out of the way. The hammer hit against the solid floor as the fatui soldier growled in anger

“Stupid kids, stop getting in our way!”

D: “You and your organization should be the onea to get out of our way” Diluc says with an angered tone as he prepared himself to launch his ultimate ability again

Aether: “Let's do it at the same time!”

“As if you-!!!”

D/A: “Time for… Retribution!/ Disappear!”

A giant tornado appears and swallows the electro soldier and the rest of the fatui remaining, damaging and knocking them up along with the pyro damage

Once the room was cleared up again. Diluc sighs and crossed his arms

D: “Guess those were the last ones, for now at least”

A: “Hey guys, are you guys oka- uhhh”

Bennet groans and shakes his head “Ow, I think I hit my head… wait, where’s Fischl-!”

Bennett’s eyes widen as he notices Fischl, the girl that he just pushed away, laying below him with a beet red face.

F: “C-Care to move already?”

It took Bennett a few seconds before realizing the compromising position they were in now “Gah! I’m sorry!” quickly standing and giving the girl some personal space “I swear it was not my intention to-”

F: “T-Theres no necessity to apologize, companion. I understand the reasons of your actions and Im grateful in these timea of war and disgrace”

Despite saying those words. Fischl’s face was still red and looking away from Bennett and the rest of the team

B: “Uhm, I think I did not understand much about you said..” in that moment, Oz chuckled as he flied to the boys direction

O: “Do not worry, sir Bennett. Mein Fraulein is only thanking you for saving her, that’s all”

B: “Oh, well, it was nothing, as long as everyone is safe and well”

Diluc sighs and shakes his head “I'm sorry if I ruin this moment, but we should keep going before more fatui arrive and makes things worse”

Aether: “Sir Diluc is right. Let's keep moving and finish the mission as soon as possible”

The two walked in direction to the exit as Bennett sighed and looked at the girl sitting on the floor

B: “Need some help?”

Fischl looked up as the boy offered her a hand, and she scoffed

F: “Thanks, plebeian companion, but I, Fischl, can stand up on her two feet without the aid of- ouch!”

She hissed in pain before she could get up.

B: “Eh, are you okay?”

Oz approached the girl “Mein fraulein, what's wrong, can you get up?”

F: “My foot… it hurts..”

B: “Oh, you must have gotten a twist on your ankle. Don't worry, it's not something too big, but still, we should go back to Mondstadt so they can see your knee”

O: “It looks like sir bennett knows a lot about this kind of injuries”

B: “Oh well, I get hurt everyday, I'm just used to it, you know”, He shrugs as he offers his hand again, “You may still need help to get back to the city. Don't worry, I can help you with that”

Fischl mutters something before sighing and grabbing his hand “Fine. I guess I can let you, oh cursed companion, to help this princess in her moments of aid. I will allow you to get close but not too much, so the darkness of my spirit doesnt eat your soul and fill the void of my heart”

Oz: “Mein Fraulein says she's thankful again for your help, but asks you to not touch her too much”

B: “Eh? Well I wasn't thinking about doing anything weird...”, Fischl grunts in pain as he helps her stand up, then he puts her arm over his shoulder “See? you can use me as support until we go back to Mondstadt”

Fisch sighs and blushes at Bennett’s kind smile “I suppose...”

Oz: “Don't worry, Mein Fraulein. Once were back and you're healed with the healing magic of the nuns, we will go back to our adventure”

F: “I do not wish to be healed by the magic of those pagans who make rituals for- eep!”

B: “Hey, don't try to walk so fast, you're going to lose your balance like that”

Bennett softly grabs Fischl’s waist as she gasps “See? try to keep the pace with me, I promise I will walk slow”

F: “D-Don't grab my waist like that!”

B: “Like how? Im just helping you to balance so you don't fall”

O: *chuckles* “Looks like Mein Fraulein is getting a little bit flustered at this situation”

F: “O-Oz!”

B: *Oblivious and confused*

Much later, the team exited the domain and arrived at the city of Mondstadt. The others asked what happened to Fischl, and Bennett told them what happened with her ankle ane that they shouldnt worry.

While Diluc had to go back to the winery and Aether had a new important quest to do. Bennett helped Fischl to walk and enter the cathedral.

B: “Hello? Hey, it's me again!”

Seconds after announcing his entrance, a known nun appeared from another door

“Oh Bennett? So soon already? What happened to you no- Oh!”

B: “Hey Barbara” *smiles* “I'm sorry to bother you again, it's just that we were on a mission and Fischl twisted her ankle. Can you help her?”

Fischl scoffed “I don't have any business with- ow!”

Barbara: “Oh, I see now. Don't worry, Im sure my hydro vision will heal you in no time, Fischl, please take a seat”

B: “This way” , Bennett helped the princess to sit on one of the benches as Barbara quickly approached

Fischl pouted and crossed her arms as Barbara touched her leg

B: “This won't take much, please don't be scared if you feel a cold sensation in you leg”

F: “Me? Scared? the cold sensation of healing wont do anything to turn me away from my destiny! Not even the dread cold of death, nor the sensation of despair and the sound of desperation of hundreds of agonizing mortal lives can-”

B: “And, ready! try to stand up this time, but don't try to overwork yourself too hard this time”

Fischl’s eyes widened a bit before she started to stand up. “The pain disappeared...” she mumbles as she started to walk

Oz: “How can we repay for your healing services, madame?”

B: “Oh? Oh, don't worry about paying me. I'm always happy to help everyone who enters this cathedral. If I started to charge mora for my services, I don't know how I would feel! No, as long as you're safe and happy, it will be more than enough”

Oz: “Those are incredible words to hear, madame. Truly you're one of the most humble and kind persons we could ever meet”

Fischl huffes and crosses her arms “Very well. I thank you once again for your services, dear nun. but I, the Prinzessin Der Verurteilung, still has a lot of jobs in this mortal realm and its remaining hours until the darkness swallows the existence of this word”

O: “We should ask Katheryne if she still has more quests for the day. thanks once again”

Bennett: “Glad I could help too”

Fischl: “Huh? Now wait there, young man. I still have some words to talk to you”

Bennett: “Eh? what happened now?”

Fischl approached with a frown to Bennett and grabbed his arm as she dragged him to a place away from the nun and the crow. Once they were far away, she let his arm go and glared at him.

F: “For all the things that happened today, and for the intrusion of the personal space of the Prinzessin, you would have been arrested and fusilated in my world…. *sigh* but since we’re not in my world, and for your sudden help, and your good intentions, I think you deserve a small reward for the time being…”

B: “Reward? ¡Oh no! It's not necessary, miss Fischl I don't need- !!!”

Bennett’s words died on his throat as he freezed. the touch of soft lips touched his cheek for a few mere seconds before she pulled out.

The two blushed hard as Bennett looked at her, shocked and not believing what happened

Fischl covered her red tomato face as she looked away “S-So, anyway… Goodbye!”

Fischl ran away as she passed through Barbara and Oz

O: “Miss Fischl! What did Miss Barbara tell you about running?”

F: “Let's go already Oz!” she yelled as she ran to the door

O: *sighs* “Pardon me for leaving so soon, Miss Barbara, I hope we can meet again in a better time”

Barbara: *giggles* “It's alright, remember that the cathedral of Mondstadt is always open for travelers and adventurers. So don't be afraid of coming back, even if it's just for just talking”

Oz: “I will remember that, thanks”

Oz quickly flies away before Fischl could close the door and run away. His questions about why she looks so red and why she was running will be answered once she calms down

Barbara smiled before looking back at Bennett, who was still frozen and touching his cheek

Barbara: “Bennett? are you feeling alright”

B: “... did a girl just kissed me...?”

Barbara: “What? Bennett are you- Eep!”

Suddenly, the boy fainted on the floor as his brain couldn't process what just happened earlier.

Barbara: *sighs* “Guess I should carry him to a bed until he wakes up..:”

Since ever that day, the relationship between the princess Fischl and the unfortunate adventurer Bennett changed, as new feelings would blossom in the near future.

#genshin impact #genshin fischl #genshin bennett #bennett x fischl

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 3 years

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Happy ffwf!

I am sorry this is so late, but I had a hectic day!

This week I think it would cool to hear about your approach to writing natural and believable dialogue. What strategies do you use? Do you have dialogue quirks that you only see in your writing? Or dialogue pet peeves that drive you up the wall? Tell me all about it! <3

you don't need to apologize!! sometimes i actually forget it's friday and then im like "oh shit, gotta send ffwf asks" 😂 these are awesome questions!! i'll take them one a time because i love All of them

What strategies do you use to write dialogue?

"strategy" might not be the right word, but my general rule of thumb if im hesitant over a line of dialogue is to ask myself: would i say this? obviously i don't write all my characters to sound like me lmao, but it's a good, simple way of getting unstuck if im not sure about a line. another little thing i keep in mind when i write is that written dialogue is not going to sound exactly like how we communicate in real life, because the truth is that humans are super boring and repetitive when we speak to each other. we lose track of subjects, we backtrack, we say "um" and "like" and stumble over every other word, etc. etc. all of these are totally normal! and while i do tend to include an "uh" (or something similar) every now and then when i write, dialogue cannot sound exactly like spoken language. it'd be impossible to read, lmao. so that's a nice confidence-booster!

Do you have dialogue quirks that you only see in your writing?

oooh, good question. dialogue is very character-based for me (i assume for most if not all other authors, too?) and so when i write, all the characters speak distinctly in my head, and i try to translate that into dialogue quirks. it is SO NICE to be writing fics set in louisiana because im writing people who speak like myself and my friends lol! im not kidding when i say that in like my rayllum college!au for example or my kataang modern!au meet-cute, i actively stop myself from using things like "y'all" (and instead say "you guys" or something like that) because "y'all" just isn't said everywhere lmao and i ain't putting myself on blast. anyways - i haven't really answered the question yet 😂 off the top of my head, i can't really think of any? i feel like i use too many interruptions in my dialogue, although ever since jake actually pointed that out when he was helping me edit a story i have tried to rein myself in djksdjskljsaj

Do you have dialogue pet peeves that drive you up the wall?

on the subject of "y'all," i die a little inside when i see it spelled "ya'll." IT'S A CONTRACTION OF "YOU ALL" DJKFAJSDKJS THE APOSTROPHE GOES IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE "Y"

anyways

well, i can't deal with big chunks of dialogue. like you could write the funniest, most natural speech in the world but i can't read it if there aren't some interruptions here and there, maybe some action or someone else speaking or whatever 😂 if i want a monologue, i go to read a play, not a novel sjkdajsdks. i am also not a fan of too much usage of all caps (like selectively it's fine) or of trying to explicitly write out an accent/dialect or any kind of speech "quirk" by sound (example of the latter: someone stretching out a vowel and the story actually using multiple letters, such as "goodbyyyyyye" like eh just not it for me)

#i don't think i know anyone who spells it ya'll? but i've definitely see it before and i just Hate it. no thank you #anyways this was FUN thank you ma'am #amy answers #foxy-knowledgeseeker #ffwf

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“That’s my granddaughter Bucky....” part 4

This is a long one guys i apologize. i really hope yall like how this turns out. there will be a few more parts. then the series will really begin.

Bucky x reader, Steve x granddaughter!reader

words- 2,111

Almost a month has gone by since everyone came back from the snap. It took a while for everything to go back to normal. Well as close to normal as possible.

I decided to not take up a job at the moment to just stay at home with gramps and help him since he was now 5 years older and looked frail.

I tossed and turned all night. When I looked at the time it was about 5:20 am so I decided to get up and make a pot of coffee.

I poured in into my favorite mug, which of course was a captain America one, and sat out on the back deck.

Gramps lived in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn and it had a backyard but was small. When my parents would come home they only had a small apartment and would only be home for a short time. Gramps didn’t want me to grow up in a small place like he did when he was a kid so he took me in. And also because I was an accident baby so my parents pretty much gave me up to him and grandma when I was an infant.

I was watching as the sky turned from the dark blue color as I saw strikes of orange come in showing that the sun was rising.

My thoughts kept going back to Bucky. After I came back from fighting with them, the following weeks I asked about everyone. I had a lot of questions about Bucky. He told me his story and how he pretty much just starting living his life after Wakanda. They helped him get the Winter Soldier out of his head so now he can finally be a normal person.

Gramps always thought the best of people and if they deserved to be saved, then they must have a great heart. I sure hope to see him one day.

My thoughts were pulled from me when I heard Gramps, “I thought I was the only one to wake up this early.”

I looked up at him as he came with a cup of coffee and sat down on the steps next to me.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I looked back out at the sun coming up.

“I can tell by the dark circles under your eyes that you haven’t been able to sleep for a while.” He spoke in between sips. “What’s on your mind Sparky?”

I sighed and finished my coffee and put the mug down, “I’m not actually sure anymore.”

“Want to come for a ride with me today? I have some friends to visit.”

I looked over at him, “Are you only asking me because you want me to drive you?” I smiled up at him.

He smiled back, “Well that to. But I want you to see something. Someone’s going to need you today.”

“Everytime you say that, something bad happens or I have to fight a bunch of aliens.” I laughed.

“No this time it’s good. For you at least.” He grabbed my hand.

8 o clock rolled around and after I made us breakfast I went and changed into a pair of dark jeans and a white t shirt.

We jumped in the car and took off out of the city. He put the GPS on and just told me to follow it.

A few hours later and we arrived at our destination. I didn’t remember the place being this trashed the last time I was here. It was what was left of the fight.

“Remember, they don’t know who you really are. Well, someone might figure it out.” He spoke before he opened the door.

We got out and in the distance I see a few people standing around some platform.

“Im going to sit at the lake. I want you to go by them.” He let go of my hand.

“Are you sure gramps?”

“Yes. Now go. And go with your gut instinct.” he came down and kissed my cheek.

“uh…okay.” He smiled softly and started to walk towards the lake.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the group.

They must have heard me coming because they all stopped and looked towards me. I saw gramps standing next to the hulk wearing a weird white suit of sorts with a briefcase by his feet and some kind of spear.

“I thought we’d never see ya again Sparky!” Sam yelled out.

“How’d you know where we were?” Young gramps spoke up.

I had to come up with something. Gramps voice echoed in my head. Go with your gut instinct.

“I had a feeling you guys were up to no good.” I spoke up.

“We have to return the infinity stones back to where they came from at the exact point in time.” Young gramps answered.

“Ah I see. So you guys figured out time travel huh?” I asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry he haven’t met. I’m Bruce Banner.” I walked over to him as he stuck out his huge hand.

“Sparky. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand and smiled up at him.

“I hope that isn’t your real name.” he said as he laughed.

“No thank god” I laughed back.

Standing so close to younger gramps he got a real close look at me. I see him looking at me with that same confused look he had a few weeks back at the fight. Only this time my face wasn’t so dirty I really hope he doesn’t suspect anything.

“So what are ya doin out here doll?” I heard Bucky speak up and step closer. I could feel my face turn hot from the nickname he just called me.

I looked down at my feet and laughed softly before looking at him. “Just coming to see how you all were holding up is all.”

“We’re holding. Steves about to return the stones so you get to witness time travel in action.” Sam spoke up.

I locked eye’s with gramps. This is it. This is when he goes back in time to stay with my grandma. I’ll never see gramps this young again. But then again he looks so much happier as my real gramps then he does younger. There’s so much hurt and tiredness in his eyes as I look into them right now.

I feel tears coming to my eyes when he speaks up.

“Are you okay Sparky?” he grabs both my arms.

I sniffle and wipe my tears, “Yea. I’ll be better in a few minutes.” I spoke in a low enough voice only for him to hear. “Do they know?”

He smiled softly, “Can you excuse us guys?”

Sam, Bucky, and Bruce nodded and gramps pulled me away from the group.

He turned to me when we were far enough away. “How did you find out?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Because I know things. Did you tell them?”

He put his hands on his hips and looked down quick before meeting my eyes again, “No. I’m not sure if it’s the right call to make. I’m just so tired and…I eh…missed a dance.”

“With Peggy?” I asked.

“Yea….how do you…are you another niece of hers I didn’t know about?”

I scoffed, “Yea you can say that. What’s the one reason you don’t want to stay?”

“eh I don’t know. The only reason would be because I got Buck back ya know? He’s my best friend and after all these years we are finally back. But…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know why im opening up to you.” He laughed, “maybe I’m just tired. And not thinking straight. I’m going to come back.”

Oh no. if he doesn’t stay in time then I wouldn’t exist. Would I disappear?

“Listen gramps, you can’t stay here just because you feel like you have to ya know? You need to finally do something for yourself. After all these years of fighting don’t you think you deserve a break? Or a life of your own? Bucky’s a grown man. I’m sure he would understand why.”

He looked up at me, “Ya know you really sound like her.”

“Who?” I laughed.

“Peggy.”

“Yea well she told you enough growing up.” I laughed. Not knowing what I just said aloud.

He looked at me confused, “Growing up?” then his eyes went wide.

“Wait your not…don’t tell me…my… daughter?” he asked in a hushed voice.

My eye’s went wide, “No not daughter…I’m your…eh…granddaughter.” I looked down.

Gramps is going to kill me. He told me not to tell him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t suppose to-“ then I was cut off by young gramps crushing me in a hug.

Then I found myself hugging him back as tight as possible.

“thank you.” He said into my hair. he pulled away and grabbed the side of my face with both of his hands.

“for what?” I asked.

“For making realize that being selfish once in a while is a good thing.”

I chuckled, “And trust me. Those two bozos will be fine without you.” He let go of my face and we both looked over to Bucky and Sam.

They were standing next to each other and it looked like they were laughing and joking about something.

“Yea I sure hope so.” He let out a sigh and looks back at me. “As long as I have you in the future, I think I’ll be fine.”

“You will. Who do you think I take care of right now? My old man.” I elbowed him in his side.

“That’s not nice…” he laughed as he both started to walk back towards the group.

“It gets worse…” we both laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked as we got closer.

“Nothing but you birdman.” I spoke up.

Bruce started laughing, “Birdman! That’s a good one!”

“God dammit…” Sam mumbled.

Sam and Bucky came over and started to talk to Steve, “Have a safe trip man.” Sam told him.

“I will.” He turned to Bucky and brought him in for a short hug, “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

As they ended the hug Bucky said, “How can I? your takin all the stupid with ya.”

I laughed at their childish bicker.

Gramps grabbed the spear and briefcase and walked up onto the platform.

Bruce yelled, “Initiating time travel in…”

I went over and stood next to Bucky.

“3…” Steve locked eyes with me and nodded. “2…” then his helmet went over his face. I smiled up at him. His eyes then flickered to Buck and he nodded to him. “1!”

Then there was a weird noise and he shrunk down and disappeared.

I locked eye’s with Bucky as we both walked away from the platform.

I heard Sam and Bruce making a commotion in the back ground but knew what was going on. It seemed like Bucky did to.

“You know he was leaving?” Bucky asked me as we both stopped.

“Mhmm. Call it an instinct.”

He turned to look at me, “So you here to join Sam and I?”

“I’m not sure.” I look over to the lake and see MY gramps sitting on a bench. “But I think you guys have a visitor.”

Bucky watched my eyes and follows them to where I’m looking off at. I turned to him and see he has a genuine smile on his mouth. He understands why gramps stayed back.

“Hey Sam….Sam!” Bucky yelled. Sam comes walking over and see’s what we are looking at. He looks at both of us and Bucky nods his head in the direction of gramps. Sam looks at us with his mouth dropped and slowly walks over the gramps. Buck and I stay back.

“I should get going…” I say as I turn to walk away.

He grabbed my arm softly before I can step away. I look back and meet his eyes.

“Am I actually ever going to see you again? And not for such a short time?” he has a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I honestly hope so.” I smile at him.

Buck lets go of a breath he seems to be holding, “Because I sure hope Steve isn’t the only man who gets to be happy…”

My heart starts to beat a bit faster. Did he get the same feeling I do when we get so close to one another?

My breath gets caught in my throat, “I hope not…we will cross paths again. When the time is right ill find you guys.” And with that he let go of my arm and I patted his arm as I turned and walked back towards the car to wait for gramps.

#bucky x reader #steve x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fan fic #endgame #marvel #steve rogers #bucky x y/n

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oneblckcoffee · 5 years

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Only Us [2]

Pairing - Mob!Harrison x Mob!Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2,044

Warnings - drinking, swearing

A/N - i have no excuse as to why this is EIGHT MONTHS LATE. im sorry ok, but life got in the way. im not sure when the next chapter is gonna be up but @rupimiller kinda pressured (but mostly motivated) me to write this, so i guess peer pressure is the way to go? ALSO, the name is based on the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen, you can listen to it here. it’ll make sense eventually. anyway enjoy!

chapter 1

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Harrison woke up that fateful afternoon, feeling numb. He was hungover, with a pounding headache, and the unexpected wake up call from Tom had left him slightly disoriented. This was his new normal, though. The drinking, the smoking and the occasional drugs; anything to ward off his actual feelings, to numb the pain. He was simply going through the motions; taking each day at a time, still struggling to come to terms with reality and the consequences brought about by his actions.

He sat up at the edge of his bed, resting his head in his hands, waiting for the dizziness to subside. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way to the en suite bathroom. Harrison stood in front of the vanity, taking in his reflection. His eyes were bloodshot, lids still heavy with sleep, and the bags under them could never fully describe how tired he truly felt. His hair was disheveled, sticking out every which way. His eyes fell on his torso, on the scar that ran down his chest, all the way to gunshot wound in the middle of his abdomen. The physical wounds had healed very well over time, the scar almost invisible to the untrained eye but the pain was still there, the memories all too fresh in his mind. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harrison entered the shower.

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This meeting had been in the books for a while now and Harrison had been dreading it ever since. When he first discovered that Tom had reached out to you, he was livid. He could not believe that Tom would undermine his authority and ask a stranger for help. Harrison did not want to admit that they needed the help, especially not from some random girl who’s father just happened to be well respected in the industry. However, he was painfully aware that things needed to change if they wanted to stay on top. Once he got over his initial anger, he did of course realise that this was the only way to climb out of the hole they currently found themselves in. So even though he didn’t agree with Tom’s methods he trusted his judgement and decision, partly because Tom had never failed him but mostly because he was grateful that Tom hadn’t dropped the ball on things, unlike him.

And for those reasons, Harrison got dressed and found himself sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche as Tom drove them to their destination. As he sat in the car, Harrison noticed a silence that would not be there on any other day. Usually, Tom would put on some music for car journeys as long as the one ahead of them and would talk about some client that was being difficult, but today he was way too occupied in his thoughts to bother with any of that. The pair had been inseparable ever since they met in primary school; they were as thick as thieves and had been with each through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. They knew each other better than the back of their own hands and trusted each other to a fault. So of course Harrison noticed his tense demeanour instantly - his jaw was clenched and his hands were gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly. His brows were knotted and even though his eyes were trained on the road ahead, they seemed distant and lost in thought.

“Alright, out with it,” said Harrison, who couldn’t take the silence any more. He’d much rather have Tom talk his ear off than watch him battle his thoughts, alone.

“What d’you mean?” asked Tom, not once taking his eyes off the road.

“Mate, I know you’re worried about this but I can’t have you this distracted when we’re there, so what’s on your mind?”

“This needs to work out. I need it to work out,” Tom sighed, “And yes, I’m incredibly aware that this could very well be an ambush. We’re not armed, have no backup and are meeting a very dangerous stranger in the middle of nowhere. Things could end badly, not that they were great to begin with. I don’t know why I agreed to all her terms and I regret not setting our own but we have no leverage, she’s doing us a huge courtesy by even agreeing to meet us ‘cause we all know that she doesn’t need this. Which just makes me question her intentions further, ‘cause like, she can just wait us out and watch from the sidelines as we fuck ourselves over and then there’s one less family in the mob world. But no, she agreed to hear us out and discuss a possible merger which doesn’t really do her any good, at least nothing that I could think of. And to add to that, we barely have anything on her! I’ve done my research, if I can even call it that, and all I could find is that she’s young and runs the business and has ruffled some feathers here and there. That’s it! There’s nothing else on her, not many people even know that she’s a part of her father’s business. She may as well not exist, that’s how little we actually know about her, and that’s never a good sign.”

Tom let out a deep breath and brought a hand up to his eyes to try and relieve some of his headache. He was rambling and he was stressed and tired and way in over his head. This was new territory for both of them and neither knew what was going to happen in that bar. They were desperate and this was probably their last chance to save face and not burn their business to the ground.

“I trust you, you know that right?” Harrison reassured, “You’ve never made a wrong decision. Hell, you’ve managed to keep my ass out of trouble for such a long time you deserve a goddamn award!”

Tom let out a small laugh, “Yeah, it’s not easy mate.”

Harrison clapped Tom’s shoulder, “I know and I’m sorry that we’re in this situation right now and I know it’s my fault even though you’re never gonna blame me for it. But we’re gonna fix this, alright? One way or another.”

“Yeah.”

Harrison didn’t really know if he was going to accept your offer, he didn’t even know the specifics of the deal that you had discussed with Tom. But he trusted him to make the right decision so he stayed silent while they sat in the rundown bar waiting for you to arrive.

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Forty-five minutes.

They had been sitting there in that bar for forty-five minutes, drinking and waiting. Tom was still anxious and lost in his thoughts while Harrison was getting more annoyed with every passing second. He’d suggested leaving twenty minutes ago but stayed because he didn’t want to argue with Tom.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, getting up from the booth to make his way to the bar to get himself yet another whiskey. The bartender had been eyeing them ever since they walked through the doors, sometimes even eavesdropping in on their conversation from time to time. He handed Harrison his drink, without exchanging any words and watched as he walked back towards the booth before continuing with his work.

Harrison sat down beside Tom, sipping on his drink. He had almost finished his drink when a soft thud caught his attention. His head immediately moved in the direction of sound, eyes straining to see the figures at the door in the dimly lit bar. His eyes were trained on you, as you and a guy entered the bar, following your every move. His eyes travelled across your figure; you were wearing a light blue shirt with some trousers and a pair of heels and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive.

“Mate, she’s hot,” said Tom, his face flushed with relief at your arrival. Harrison gave him a pointed look. “What, you told me to relax?” Harrison rolled his eyes but a soft chuckle fell from his lips.

He watched as you took a seat at the bar, listening to your conversation with the bartender. He tried to get a read on you, as you intentionally made them wait longer, but couldn’t which was new for him. You finally finished your conversation with the bartender, grabbed your drink and joined them at their booth.

“Hello boys,” you said, as you sat across from the two of them, studying them. Tom was sitting up straight, his fingers interlaced in front of him on the table, eager whereas Harrison leant back in his seat, his left arm resting on the backrest of the booth, uninterested.

“Fucking finally.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“No, you’ve been waiting for fifty minutes. But I really do apologise for making you wait ten more minutes than I initially planned; you see, something important came up.”

A snort left Tom’s lips that he tried (and failed) to cover up with a cough and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I guess I should properly introduce myself, eh? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Yes, Y/L/N. Meaning that Y/D/N Y/L/N is my father. And you must be the Osterfield family disappointment, yeah?”

You were trying to rile him up, push his buttons as far as you can, just to see what he would do. You noticed his jaw clenching, tightening the grip on his glass, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought the whiskey to his mouth.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice, Ms. Y/L/N,” began Tom. “You may have heard that we are in need of some assistance, financially, and the prospect of a deal with you and your dad is very appealing to us. As discussed, we’ve agreed to share the profit and territory with your organisation. In exchange, we’re willing to provide you with any assistance or man power that you may need.”

While Tom was talking, your eyes never left Harrison’s; his icy stare meeting yours. You only looked away when Tom was done rambling.

“It’s Tom, yeah?” You asked rhetorically, finally looking at him, “you can cut the bullshit, Tom. Everyone in the fucking country knows you’re sinking and the sharks are beginning to circle and you’re need me to come in and save you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“That is the only way to put it. Let’s be honest, I’m your best, worst option. Everyone else wants you dead, and most of the time I agree with that sentiment. But you could be useful.”

“Oh how so?” asked Harrison mockingly, pushing himself off the backrest and leaning forward. He knew you were going to be cocky given the circumstances, but your know-it-all attitude was beginning to annoy him.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Bullshit.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait to find out.”

“That’s not how it works, love.”

“That’s how it’s gonna work, love.”

You knew of Harrison’s reputation. Cutthroat, unyielding, short tempered. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. Yet he annoyed you, which wasn’t something you were expecting.

“So, Tom. How does 80-20 sound?”

“Fuck, no.”

“What, no way. That’s not what we discussed on the phone. We settled on 60-40.”

“Yeah I know, love. But you see, I run the south and you barely have a grip on the north. Your business is failing and honestly, I don’t trust you. So, 80-20.”

“We still have some power.”

“In your fucking dreams, Osterfield. The only reason why you’re not dead yet cause people are still scared of you.”

“And you’re not?”

“I don’t see anything to be intimidated by.”

“Would you go for 70-30, maybe?” tried Tom.

“No we’re not doing fucking 70-30!” said Harrison, “It’s 60-40. That’s it. Take it or leave it.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, boys. Let’s go Michael.” you said, getting up from the booth. Tom had his head in his hands, Harrison was angry underneath the cold exterior but also worried. Didn’t Tom say that this was their best chance?

“Fuck you, mate.”

chapter 3

tags - @deleteidentity @rupimiller

#only us #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #mob!au #mob!harrison #mob!haz #mob!reader #harrison x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x you #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fic

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bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus · 5 years

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DBH rarepairsweek! RK1700 - Wrong Blind Date!

I wasnt quite sure what a wrong blind date was ┐('～`;)┌ , so I just gave it my best shot! (◡‿◡✿)

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Connor glances around the room once more. his eyes follow the line of tables set up in the middle of the room. Then they shimmer when he looks up at the chandeliers, and once more look with awe down at the marble floor beneath him.

“Yup”, Connor thinks. He was definitely��in over his head.

He would have let out an external sigh but his lack of air filled lungs prevents him.

“I can't believe I let hank convince me to do this”, he processes.

Yes it was only 2 weeks ago that Hank walked up to him and placed a card on his desk. At first Connor was confused, but after picking up the card scanning it, he realized.

“Oh” He responded. “Hank.. You really didn't have to.”

“Nonsense!” the hefty man replied. “Android rights are finally being put in action! This is exactly the kinda thing you should do to celebrate.”

Connor shifted in his seat as he took a glance back at the card.

“Androids Welcome!” It said. “First Ever Inclusive Blind MatchMaking Event!”

He looked back up at Hank and tried to force a smile, but it must have come off as awkward as he felt it was because Hank pulled up a chair and sat down next to Connor.

“Look.” He said, “I know this isn't really your thing, and truth be told it ain’t really my thing either.” He let out a sharp breath. “But, things are different now, androids are people now, you are a person now Connor.” Connor felt his words pierce his heart. “I want you to experience the world, and do fun things, and do pretty fucking dumb things, and I just want to see you feel what it means to be alive.” Hank gave Connor a warm pat on his shoulder. “So what Im saying is, you don't have to go, not if you don't want to, but maybe consider it eh? You never know what'll happen.” And he had him, hook line and sinker, when Hank sounded so sincere about Connor’s life, Connor couldn't help but feel inspired to live.

So here he is, “living”, at a way too fancy gala for a way too minimal event. He fake sighs once more and looks at his watch. He tried to convince Hank that he didn't need a watch as he has an internal clock but Hank smoothed talked Connor, again, into wearing it. “6:55″ It reads, the event was about to start in 5 minutes. He’s surprised by the amount of people that showed up, most of them being androids but there were a few humans in the mix.

The instructions for participating in this were weirdly convoluted. What was supposed to happen is that every person here was given a name tag with a number, and eventually would be called to sit at the tables. Each table has a barrier in front of them and to the sides, So you couldn't see who you were talking to and the people next to you wouldn't intrude. You're given 5 minutes to talk to the other person and once everyone has talked to each other at least once you’d find the number you had chemistry with the most.

Connor thinks it's pointless because androids have pristine audio processing and can recognize individual subjects by their voice alone, but hey, whatever makes people happy.

“Everyone” Calls out a lady as she bangs a fork on a wine glass. The attention immediately shifts to the lady in the room. “Thank you for coming to this first ever inclusive experience, I know things are difficult with tensions between humans and androids but, we here at the Elijah Foundation want you to feel as included and equal as possible.”

Connor rolls his eyes, the speech is pushed out of an overly cheery smile, of course it has his name on it, everything chaotic does. “Please if you would sit at the respective tables, we’ll have a timer that will indicate for row A to switch to the seat to the left, and row B to the right.” Connor dreadfully heads to one of the chairs and takes a seat. He sees a microphone in front of him, assuming he’s supposed to speak into it, he tests it out. He hears his voice comes out distorted and deep, “Ah, So that's why”, He thinks. It seems they did have a measure for their auditorial machinations after all.

“Alright everyone seated?” The lady says in an overly-cheery tone once more. “Lets begin!”

Connor sits in front of the mic nervously, his hands gripping his knees. Its already been 10 seconds and the other person hasn’t said anything. He decides to go first.

“Hello, Im Number 42, how about you?”

“....41″

Hearing both his own and his partners voice so distorted is very unpleasant, he can't see how anyone could find this to be an enjoyable experience.

“Well, how's your day been 41?”

“.....Fine”

Connor can feel his impending doom.

“Ah I see, A-Anything you like to do for fun?”

“......Not much”

Connor put his hands on his head and his elbows on the table, How is he supposed to talk?! Is this even talking at all?! He had to stop giving into Hank, this is beyond torture. After 15 long seconds of silence, his partner finally spoke up.

“Why are you here?”

Connor paused, why is he there? For Hank? For living? For himself?

He replies, “Honestly? I don't know, I don't come to things like this often, well I've never been to one at all, I feel.... out of place.”

“...Me too.” Despite the distorted sound, Connor can tell his partner went a little bit softer there for a second. He’s glad to know he’s not the only one.

“So... why are you here?” He asks.

“.....Its a trivial story”

“Trivial? Trust me, Nothing you can say will get more trivial than what I'm doing right now, you can tell me.”

His partner pauses for a few seconds and then begins to respond.

“Got into a fight with a..... coworker.”

“Coworkers can be difficult, I certainly have some.. hard to work with people in my office. What did you fight about?”

“He’s the one that kept going on and on about this event. Kept shouting out how meaningless this was, and how anyone who goes here’s just looking for an android prostitute.”

“Oh geez, Im sorry to hear that. I hear a few remarks like that where I work too.”

“Anyways... his voice got annoying, so I told him to shut it. He crumpled a pamphlet and threw it at me, asked if I was thinking about a career change. So I told him I was, Unfortunately, My pride got in the way, and I vowed to come back with an android who was most definitely not a prostitute.”

“Pfftt...” Connor let out a smile.

“See? Its trivial, trivial! I should of just kept it to myself.”

“No.. No.. Its..just..so...ridiculous” Connor lets out a few giggles.

His partner stays silent. “I mean, seriously, “android prostitutes” How generic can you get?”

He hears his partner let out a few snickers of his own. “Yeah.... it is pretty generic isn't it?”

“Totally. You know what one of my coworkers told me? “Where’s Dorothy tin man.””

“Wooooooooooow” Says his partner. “Generic and unoriginal, how surprising.”

“Pfffft yeah, you drink coffee for a living I think you can step your insult game up”

His partner lets out a full laugh this time. “I once poured a tablespoon of salt in my coworkers coffee and saw him drink it completely without noticing.”

“And they say we’re the advanced ones” Connor says letting out a few more laughs.

“Yeah..well, Now I might just have to get a prostitute, I don't think ill be able to do the rest of this”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Im not a prostitute.”

All of a sudden, he hears an alarm go off. “Thats it for the first round everybody! Lets move on!” Connor hadn't notice time pass at all, he was actually enjoying himself to the point that seconds didn't feel agonizingly long.

“Thank you for talking to me” Connor says, a bit disappointed he has to move on.

“...No, Thank you 42″

His face flushes a tad as he hears his partner talk in the most gentle voice he’s used all night. He gets up and sits in the chair next to him, knowing that even if every other talk goes wrong, at least he had one good thing to recollect.

After an hour of talks ranging from really awkward to just okay, it was finally over, and everyone went off searching for the number they truly felt was the one. Connor finally let his shoulders relax, he had done it. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't anyone Connor wanted to talk to more. Although his chat with 41 was pleasant, Connor would much rather go home and spend the night petting sumo. He heads for the exit, its a large double door and as he places his hand on one knob, someone else places their hand on another.

He looks up to see

“Richard?”

“Connor?”

“What are you doing here?” They say simultaneously.

He glances at the tag on Nines’s suit.

“You’re...”

“41″ Nines responds. “And you're...”

“42″ Says Connor. They take a long gaze at each other, taking the time to process what is happening.

“So.. the coworker you were talking about-”

“Gavin” responds nines. “...... Did he really call you tin man?”

Connor lets out a smile “Did he really drink a tablespoon of salt and not notice?”

Nines smiles back.

The interrupting sound of fork on glass comes again. Connor and Nines look towards the source. “For everyone who has paired up, we have a follow up date in the other room!” They look back at each other, still not saying anything for a few seconds. “If its okay with you.... Id like to continue complaining about Gavin as long as you do?”

Connor smiles. “There isn't anything I’d rather do.” He places his hand on nines and they both walk off together.

@dbhrarepairs

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outside-of-my-box · 5 years

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Life is full of surprises, everyone knows that. But there are a few universal truths even the most skeptical refuse to dispute. The sun rises in the east. Death. Gravity. Taxes….and a man pursued by Endeavor is a man already in chains.

The current no. 1 hero had an irrefutable record of success. ‘Endeavor will catch his criminal’ and ‘water is wet’ score the same on the cosmic truth scale and it is this fact that keeps the general public tolerant of the other inarguable truths that surround him.

Endeavor is an ass. Endeavor is a bully. Endeavor has nothing even close to a bedside manner. Endeavor always plays to win.

And if there is one true golden rule. A law of nature that trumps all other physical and theoretical laws…it would be this

Never. Ever stand between Endeavor and his prize.

Man, woman, child, building, river, ocean wide…there are no immovable objects to the unyealding force that is the Flame Hero Enji Todoroki.

“Shit. Sorry man.”

The problem with universally recognized laws of nature…

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

…Is that scientifically speaking nothing is ever true…

“Eh. Thats the problem with ice you know…its kinda slippery”

…Things are simply not yet proven false.

“who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Oh, the name’s Mika Hammonds and on behalf of the Yagi Hero Agency I extend my deepest- “

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The building was small and quaint…less like an office and more like the home of a family man with a respectable job and a reasonable paycheck. If it were not for the small sign out front no one would suspect it for what it was.

Funny enough the same could be said of the man currently standing just outside its simply iron gates. Both building and boy where attractive in a way that actively prevented them from standing out. Sweet, inviting face and open posture. Small, but graceful in stature. Large green eyes that seemed to positively sparkle with life and a healthy dusting of freckles like cinnamon on a morning latte. His strangest feature was his hair. It was an unusual shade, almost black from most viewpoints. However, when the light caught a stray strand or the sun danced full force above one could finally see the truth. Like a diamond illuminated by a perfectly placed glow his soft curls and gentle waives lit up a deep earthly green, like a forest at sunrise. An emerald in the rough.

Not that this sort of thought had ever even begun to cross the mind below the messy tussle of hair. No. The word that came to mind…that had always come to mind…when someone was asked to describe Midoriya Izuku in a single phrase…was plain. He took no issue with this. It was just true. Like the sun. Like gravity. Like taxes.

But to Midoriya Izuku the building he now stood before was anything but. To him it was a palace. A beacon of light. Sacred, hollowed ground he still wasn’t convinced he deserved to enter. But enter he did. With one scarred and shaking hand he gripped the cold metal of the gate and took the first steps into his destiny. Any sensation he had felt in his 3 years at U.A. paled in comparison to now. A week ago he has stood on a stage in front of gods and men alike to receive what had once been the fever dream of a small quirkless child.

He had cried then. Unashamed and unbridled tears of joy and relief and wonder. Tears that did not stop as he held hands with his classmates and announced themselves to the world for the very first time as heros. Tears he had shared with many as he wrapped his arms around familiar forms and traded promises to keep in touch. To not forget. Tears of pain and sorrow as he watched his brothers and sisters each, one by one, turn and walk out of the gates for what was both a first and a final time until only one remained…until they had been alone.

He shook his head, attempting to chase the bittersweet from his mind. His eyes were dry now but the feeling in his chest was the same as he reached out and pressed the doorbell with fire in his soul and determination in his face.

Nothing happened. He pressed it again and stood back. Waiting. Nothing. He began to fidget as his resolve began to slip. Doubt crept in slowly. Was he early? Was he late?! Was this the wrong address? Had they reconsidered? By the time the door opened Midoriya was half way into a panic attack with the image of the office staff hunkered down under desks and behind plants as they quietly prayed the nuisance of a rejected sidekick would just leave already.

But open the door did to reveal a woman about the same height as he was. Her attention was on something behind her as she shot a half annoyed half teasing remark over her shoulder. In her hand she held two large trash bags full of what could only be assumed was trash.

“Alright! Im doing it, no need to nag. God this is why I hate when you come to visit – oh!”

It was evident that whatever she had expected to find on the large covered porch beyond the door she had just opened it was not an attractive young man in a cotton t-shirt and slacks awkwardly picking at the strap of a gym bag slung over his shoulder and a large rolling suitcase at his feet.

“Can I help you?” she had a kind, musical voice and an accent that was undoubtably American. She punctuated her question with a quisical cock of her head, like a dog trying to pick up the sound of a fox in the brush. It was a tick he would come to know very well in the coming months as proof of her formidability but for now the almost childlike quality of it stilled his fraying nerves. The sharpness of her eyes however, a blue so cold and light he almost shivered involuntarily, did nothing to still his pounding heart.

“I’m..um..My name is Midoriya Izuku- Deku. Im the hero Deku. Im supposed to start..um…today” He almost winced. Talking to girls, particularly attractive older woman, had never been something he was particularly adept at. And the color of her eyes where just a little to intimate not to conjure up ill timed memories…Though she did have one more than he was used to.

Suddenly, like clouds parting over a frozen lake, her eyes warmed into the calm sea surrounding some tropical paradise. She smiled wide and giggled. It wasn’t a laugh, lacking the adult-like restraint the word demanded…it was a genuine sound of joy and amusement usually reserved for small children and silly girls. It made Izuku smile despite the emotional whiplash the last few moments had been.

“Oh shit, really?!” his smile faltered a bit so she clarified “I didn’t realize that was today. Welcome Welcome!”

She took a step forward and embraced him. So taken aback by the action was Midoriya that he simply stood there and allowed it to happen. Had she been a classmate or a woman his mother’s age he would have expected it but this woman was maybe 4 or 5 years older than he was. Possibly less. Hes head swam. He could count on one hand the number of times he had been this close to a woman he wasn’t related to…

“Who-Mika!” All Might saves the day once more as his small, thin frame appears behind the creature currently assaulting his physical and mental space. She let him go and half turned with a clear ‘what?!’ written across her face. “At least put down the trash!”

Two pairs of eyes blinked at him, confused. Then in unison both looked down at the bags still clutched in her hands.

“Oh. Oh my…” her face flushed red as she very carefully placed the bags down beside the door as if they where filled with something very precious or very volatile. She turned back to Midoriya with a look of horror so over the top he had to restrain a smile. “I am so sorry! So sorry. I cant even- I promise its just papers and stuff. Not that that really makes it better. But I mean…”

She shook her head and picked up the bags again and without saying anything else carefully stepped around him and began down the walk towards the street.

“Where are you going?! The trash it around the side.” All Might called as he came to stand beside his protégé. “Mika!”

“Im going to take it down to the dumpster. Maybe throw myself in front of a bus.” She paused and turn around as she got to the gate. “Oh, It was very nice to meet you Midoriya Izuku!”

As green eyes, full of confusion and bewilderment, followed her hasty exit the boy allowed his former teacher and mentor to usher him inside with a laugh. And so their first meeting had concluded. A strange, awkward and all around unimpressive encounter between two unknown and seemingly mundane individuals. Despite all of this however, this odd collision between strangers would mark the beginning of something far more prodigious…more breathtaking…more dangerous than anyone involved could have possibly imagined.

#my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bnha #this story has no name #or planning #i dont know what im doing #all might #im not a writer #just a very good liar #fic #Mika is mine #endeavor #todoroki enji

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tomhsparker · 7 years

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one punch - tom holland imagine #7

notes : a night out with harry and tom ends up with one punch.

warnings : swearing, YET AGAIN CHEESY DIALOGUE IM SORRY

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The pub was dimly lit as people chattered, the sound of glasses clinking together and laughter filled the joyful air. It was about 10 at night but everyone was still fully awake, especially Harry. He downed his third pint of beer and let out a impolite burp, causing you and Tom to chuckle at his actions.

“I’m going to need three more of these,” Harry slurred, kissing the tall glass.

Rolling your eyes, you reached over towards him and pulled the cup away from him.

“Frankly, I think you’ve had enough,” you laughed, finishing the last bit of your own drink.

Tom removed the arm that slung around your shoulders and did the same, before pecking you on the cheek.

“We should go home, Harry’s wasted,” he announced, already picking up his phone and wallet.

Nodding, you went to stuff all your things into your purse before getting up. Both you and Tom helped Harry out of his seat. By now, he was already mumbling jokes to himself. He would snort and wheeze at each punchline and pat himself on the arm.

Harry was out of it.

Although you found it all pretty amusing, you knew you had to get Harry home before he passed out.

As Tom went to grab their coats off the coat hangers, you stood with Harry at the entrance of the pub with Harry leaning against the wall, giggling at his own jokes yet again.

You kept an eye on Harry as you rummaged through your purse, trying to find Tom’s car keys.

When you finally fished it out of your bag, you heard a loud, low whistle sound from behind you. Spinning around, you caught the stare of a man.

He was eyeing you hungrily, licking his dry, cracked lips. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Oi, you should smile more,” the man started, his voice already sending chills down your spine.

You maintained the frown on your face, “no thanks, old man.”

“Oh come on, love,” the man staggered over towards you, making you back up, “have a little fun, will ya?”

“Fuck off,” you angrily stated, trying to remove his hand which was now gripping your arm.

By this time, Harry was aware of what was going on, but couldn’t process the situation. He was drunk, of course. And it was getting a little too hard to focus when all he could think of was the Indiana Jones theme song repeating over and over in his head.

“Come on, you and me back to my house, eh?” You could already smell the alcohol on his breath. Cringing, you continued to struggle underneath his hands.

Tom was now walking back to the entrance, with a skip to his step. He was excited to be going home. After weeks of not seeing you, he was finally able to spend some quality time with the love of his life. He had it all planned in his head.

The two of you were going to spend the night watching movies on Netflix, cuddling in bed underneath a huge soft duvet. Now that Tom had moved out of his family home, he was able to get some private time with you to do certain adult things. He had missed you, literally everything about you and he couldn’t wait for tonight.

However, his bright smile was quickly wiped off his face when he saw the scene in front of him. There you were, under the clutches of some drunk old guy trying to pull you somewhere.

His hand formed into fists and his jaw clenched. Whoever this guy was, Tom didn’t care. He was trying to hurt you. And Tom would not have that.

“Hey!” Tom firmly shouted, already storming across the bar. Tom’s yell had attracted the attention of not only the drunk man, but the other people at the pub too.

“Fuck off my girlfr -”

Tom didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he was taken aback. In a moment of distraction, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to strike. Reaching backwards, you balled your right hand into a fist and smashed it square on the man’s nose.

The man yelped, falling backwards slightly as he lost his balance. You recalled what Tom had taught you and placed your fists in front of your face, before reaching out and delivering another punch with your dominant hand.

He pressed a hand to his face, shouting obscenities at you. Stumbling up, he glanced at you, then Tom, then at you again. In a second, he was out of the door.

“Fucking prick!” you shouted, throwing up the middle finger as he ran away.

Harry was now celebrating, yelling ‘what the fuck!” at the top of his lungs. He placed both of his hands against his cheeks and laughed hysterically.

“Tom!” he cried out loud, “your girlfriend’s a fucking badass!”

You fixed your clothes, trying to avoid the gaze of everyone at the pub. Tom sensed your uncomfort and sighed, leading the both of you out of the place. He kept his hand on Harry’s shoulder, who was yelling and shouting about how ‘Y/N rekted him!”

Pushing Harry gently into the car, Tom let you climb into the passenger seat as he shut the back door and slid to the driver’s seat.

“You alright? Did he hurt you?” Tom asked, pausing to look at you.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine. He was more hurt than me, babe.”

Tom breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, a small smile forming on his face.

“You truly surprise me everyday.”

It was absolute chaos when the three of you reached the Holland household. Nikki was helping Paddy with his school uniform when her son came staggering into the house, with his body supported by his older brother.

As they walked in, Harry’s first words were, “Y/N is a fucking badass, don’t mess with her or she’ll ruin you with one damn punch.”

Paddy laughed, clearly amused by what was going on. He bounded over to you and asked you repeatedly what happened. You couldn’t help but grin at Paddy’s excitement.

He always liked you, even mentioning that he would love to have you at their home forever. So it wasn’t a surprise that Paddy was getting so excited.

“Alright, Paddy, I’m sure Y/N is very tired and wants to rest. You can ask her about it tomorrow,” Nikki ordered, “up to bed, young man.”

Paddy groaned but did as he was told anyways, sadly walking up the stairs to his room after giving you a bear hug.

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s help Harry get to bed,” Tom said, earning a nod from you. The two of you helped the drunk boy up the stairs, with much difficulty.

You helped Tom open the door for Harry. He helped his brother into the room, where Harry flopped face side down onto the bed. You helped Tom remove Harry’s boots of his feet as Harry began to ramble on about Indiana Jones, talking about how there was a snake in his boot. You and Tom shared a look, trying not to laugh too hard.

You went to help remove Harry’s jacket as you flipped him over, which only made him groan. Pulling down the zipper of his jacket, Harry gasped loudly and held your wrist stopping you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confusion laced with his tone.

“Uh, I’m taking your jacket off?”

“No, you can’t,” he shook his head slowly, “you’re dating my brother. You can’t cheat on him with me. I won’t let you.”

You blushed, smacking your forehead with the palm of your hand.

“I mean, you are very beautiful and honestly, if you were single, I wouldn’t mind but -”

“Oh my God, Harry, I’m right here!” Tom laughed, “she’s not trying to get into your pants, jeez.”

Harry stared at Tom before realisation hit him, making Harry go all ‘Ohhhh!’. Rolling over in his bed, he managed two more sentences out.

“I love the two of you. Nighty night.”

With that, Harry was out like a light. His soft snores began to fill the room as you and Tom softly laughed. Tom glanced down at you, a big smile forming on his face.

“What?” you whispered, holding his hand while leading the two of you out of Harry’s room. Tom shushed you as he brought you over to his old room, opening and locking the door.

The first thing he did after he closed the door was to gently kiss your lips, which tasted like beer. You hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands played with the curls on his head. His fingers dug into your waist and he pulled away, resting his forehead on top of yours.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to the pub tonight,” Tom said softly, staring at your left arm.

You shrugged, “we shouldn’t have done a lot of things. I’m okay, Tom. You taught me how to punch and I was gonna use that to my advantage.”

“I don’t want anything like that to ever happen to you again. I was so scared,” he admitted, holding both of your hands.

“And it won’t,” you promised, “I can take care of myself.”

Tom gave in, nodding his head. He enveloped you in a quick bear hug before flopping down onto the bed. You did the same, making sure to cuddle yourself into his larger figure.

“Harry’s right.”

You hummed, urging him to continue.

“You are such a badass girlfriend. I love you,” Tom said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Smacking him on the chest, you lovingly gazed at him.

“Love you too, you div.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland preferences #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 14 - The Party To Protect The People From The NHK (N Koku Party) commences "Same sex, same name stealth operation".

K: Hi this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, starting this episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome....Well, recently, who knows whats really happening?

J: Yeh, its troubling. I've been spending a lot longer looking at my phone and computer. I've been getting a lot of coupons. My favourite shops or brands are all going online...well, no ones going into the shops, so they can only sell online. So i've been getting coupons like, if you spend over a certain amount, you'll get 20,000yen off.

T: I see.

J: I think like, 'Waa, I wanna spend!'..but then I think, actually since April, I've had less work so I need to restrain myself. I experience this conflict every day for about 15mins. Like, whats wrong with me?

T: I see.

J: Thats thier strategy.

K: If you have free time...

J: Thats it.

K: You'll end up spending money.

J: Normally, they have expirations, and I just think 'Aghh', so its really...

K: You can't help buying stuff, right?

J: I do end up buying stuff!

K, T: *laugh*

J: I really do! I bet there are people out there addicted to coupons! Aren't you? Are you ok?

K: Well, im ok. I just shop by mail order.

J: Ahh

T: I see

J: People are shopping like that a lot right now.

T: Hiranabe san, who works at our place, he's got a lot of offers from night time establishments, and he's troubled as to what to do.

J: Oh, to get him to go there?

T: Yeah. He got an unprecedented amount of messages.

K: (quietly) Unprecedented?

T: Like, 'please come, please come, please come'.

K: He only gets them now? Cause he'll be quick to spend.

J: How is Hiranabe san doing?

T: Well, as expected, he seems scared. He's in his 50s, it looks like he finally understands that his life might be in danger if he caught the virus. He wears a mask, he wears pollen protection glasses. When he goes outside he's like..'the virus won't get in my eyes'.

J: Sounds like a terrorist! Thats just like him.

T: He flipped 180°. He used to be the guy who says, 'Im not wearing a mask'.

J: Oh, really?

T: He's that different now.

J: Well, Im a similar age to Hiranabe san...

T: I can't believe it!

K: I can't believe it.

J: So, what was it?..Its risky, if you are over 50 its more dangerous?

K: Ohh right, yeah.

J: If you catch it, there's a higher death rate at this age?

T: Also, men are more at risk, right?

K: Yeah.

T: They are saying the death rate is higher for men.

J: Well, we are among that group. Shall we get on with the main topic? I thought we'd go with a topic that is unrelated to corona this time.

' "N Koku Party's 'same name, same sex' stealth strategy for Shizuoka no.4 district Lower house by-election". With the death of Mochizuki Yoshio, the LDP's former environment minister, candidates standing for election are the LDP's Fukuzawa Youichi, an independent group of the unified opposition's Tanaka Ken, independent candidate Yamaguchi Kenzo, and the Party Against the NHK (N Koku Party)'s Tanaka Ken, whose name is the same as the unified opposition's candidate. N Koku's Tanaka Ken uses the same kanji, and has the same reading as the unified opposition's Tanaka Ken. The opposition parties, electoral commission, and local media are racking thier brains about it. If a vote is for 'Tanaka Ken', there will be no way to distinguish between the two. Its a proportional division system, so ambiguous votes will be split according to the overall percentage of votes. The electoral administrative committee have taken measures to change the rule that makes a ballot paper invalid if it includes anything other than a candidate's name, to allow a candidate's age to be written aswell. As a result of this, with the aim of reducing ambiguous votes, the unified opposition are promoting 'Tanaka Ken - Age 42' in thier election cars, posters, and online in order to attract votes. On the other hand, N Koku's Tanaka Ken surprisingly hasn't taken any action. He has refused pre-election interviews with the media, hasn't published an campaign bulletin, he doesn't appear in election posters, he has no plans to visit the area. There are expected to be people voting who are unaware that two Tanakas are standing for election. As for N Koku's aim, their leader, Tachibana, had this to say.."We want to test how the votes will be split when there are candidates with exactly the same name. We are not appealing for votes either online or on the ground. We are a weak political party, and want to know how we stand *1'.

There's also suggestion of running another female candidate named Koike Yuriko for Tokyo governer. I thought we could talk about this kind of same name/sex disturbance strategy which the N Koku party has set up.

T: Its amazing, isn't it?

K: So are they doing it to siphon votes?

J: It seems like it, yeah. Especially, that would be the aim if it was for Tokyo Governor.

T: They said they wanted to test how the votes would be split, so like you said Joe, for Tokyo Governor, if it was someone else called Koike Yuriko, they would want to get the data of how the votes are split.

J: Well, its not about freedom of expression, but there is nothing illegal about what they are doing in terms of the election, so its totally ok for them to do this. What do you think, Kaoru?

K: Well..*laughs*, even if you ask.....its interesting but...how will it end up? But, well, hmmm...its fine, isn't it?

J: As it happens, I've been on a radio event with Tachibana san once. And also...well, in this kind of election, a candidate who no one is expected to vote for is called a bubble candidate, the most famous example is Mac Akasaka. I've worked with Mac Akasaka before, so I've listened to what these kind of guys have to say. I mean, certainly, these guys are laughed at and made fun of a lot, but apart from the question of what Tachibana Takashi is doing, to be a candidate for Tokyo Governor, you have to pay a deposit of at least 3 million yen. And if you recieve under a tenth of the total valid votes, you have to forfeit your deposit. The Tokyo Governor elections get about 5 million votes, so if you get under 500,000 votes, you will lose your deposited 3 million yen. As for national elections, the deposit is 6 million yen. So you can call it a prank all you like, but they are spending a lot of money to do this. What a lot of bubble candidates will tell you is, its not free, so they are doing this with the intention to win, they do think thier ideas will improve the country, improve thier party. If there was no financial risk, it would end up at the level of annonymous postings on SNS. But after they've actually paid money, most of them will start electoneering. Making election posters costs money, and there's the cost of gas to run a car to go handing out flyers, and all sorts of things like that. It will end up costing another huge chunk of money in election costs. So in doing this, there is another side to these guys other than, 'they are just idiots'. Maybe they are trying to get people to change the way they see elections, instead of just routinely voting for the faces they know.

T: Well this case has great advertising effectiveness.

J: It does, yeah.

T: Tachibana san's name has really been sold with this.

J: It has.

T: Like, with his own business, and on you tube and stuff *2.

J: Well, as for my personal opinion, I remember Uchida Yuuya running for Tokyo Governor. You can still find his political broadcast on youtube, its great. If you compare Yuuya san to Tachibana san, honestly, Tachibana san seems to have more of a knack for it.

T: Its interesting seeing that kind of political broadcast on NHK. ????*3

J: Well, even in times such as these, we are still having elections. From now on, due to corona we'll probably see new ways to vote and new ways to do all sorts of other things.

K: Its created a need to re-think things, like with the custom of personal seals...in Japan there's a big custom of 'You have to do it this way', or 'You need it on paper'.

J: Yeah, as you mentioned Kaoru, the custom of using personal seals...in the end, even Japan's IT minister also stands as the head of the organization to retain personal seals. Somehow in Japanese society, one of the things companies insist on is the personal seal. There are those who ask why they can't just settle things digitally, but if the minister responsibile for advancing IT is also the head of a group advocating to retain the personal seal, there is a clash going on now. This is the kind of time to think about changing the political system.

T: Things would change a lot if we switched to online voting.

J: They would change, yeah. If young people started voting a lot online...

K: Yeah, right now, in the situation we have now, I think people are starting to think about future.

J: Yes, in that respect, although its very difficult with corona around, I feel like we are starting to wake up to the things we have just put up with till now. I mean, what comes next? In particular, with coronavirus, a lot of countries' governments have taken on huge powers, and in some countries its almost like a corona dictatorship. So, its very difficult, but we really need to slightly re-think the way we carry out elections and the way the state operates from now.

T: We, ourselves are a part of it, right?

J: Yes, yes...Yep, so, same sex, same name...it even hard to search for him. I wonder what this candiate actually intends. ?????*4

K: He's not showing his face much.

J: What will he do if he wins? ...Eh? Hello??

K: Is he sleeping?

Kami: Yes, yes.

J: Were you asleep, Kami?

Kami: No, I was waiting till you called on me.

J: Oh, you were waiting? Oh, sorry.

Kami: I've had a thought.

J: Oh, have you?

Kami: I have...Um, Joe should run for the N Koku Party.

J: *laughs*

K, T: Ohhh

J: Me?!

T: Thats a good idea.

J: Would it be ok, though?

T: In the Tokyo Governor election.

J: In the Tokyo Governor election? Which election?

Kami: It would be ok, yeah.

J: Would it?

Kami: Yeah, anything is ok.

J: *laughs* You couldn't participate in the election could you, Kami? You don't have voting rights?

Kami: No, I don't, but instead, I can make myself into substance.

J: What?

Kami: By pretending to be a citizen.

T: Prentending to be a citizen?

J: Oh, is that it?

K: So that means you could pile up votes for someone?

J: Right?

Kami:...No, I can only do it once.

J: Oh, so you can only take on substance once?

Kami: Yeah, yeah...a bit like Devilman.

T: Ah, like Devilman.

J: But if you could do that, surely you'd be able to do it will two or three people? I feel as if you've just made that up.

*K laughs*

J: Did you just make that up, Kami?

Kami:...Yes, I did.

K: *laughs*

J: He did.

K: I feel like his heart hasn't been in it for a while now.

T: *laughs*

J: Kami, has your mind been elsewhere?

Kami: Ye...uh, no no no.

K: He said yes!

J: *laughs*

Kami: Crush the NHK.

J: Yes, crush it.

K: Well, on that note, I think we can finish here. Thank you, please tune in next time. Please subscribe, thank you very much.

J: Please do.

Kami: Vote for Joe!

*1 I think the confusion arises here, because rather than ticking a box, Japanese voters have to actually write down the name of the person they are voting for.

*2 Think thats what he meant.

*3,4 Couldn't catch these bits.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫

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not-yourfuckingprincess · 7 years

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isn’t enough time apart? Part II (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

I’ve finally ended the part two of this imagine. i thought that two parts was going to be enough but i couldn’t so im alredy working on part III, let me know if you liked it or i should just drop it. thank you for reading and I hope you like it.

Resume: Zach and the reader found themselves working together after 10 years since their break up when they’re fully professionals - Part I -

Warnings: This is too long and i’m sorry I tried to cut it. And english is not my mother lenguage. ive spent so much time reading and re reading this but please let me know if you find some mistakes so I can fix them

Words: 2674

Ok, I'm not discussing this again. This meeting was to make a contract and I'm putting my terms on the table- you told them sitting in your desk and looking to your guests -but, you're asking a lot more that we were talking about at the beginning- Zach told you, deadly serious- well, Mr Dempsey. I know, and everyone here knows that you asked for the best publicist in the world. My company made the moves and I'm here now, so let's sign this contract. Why didn't you bring your lawyer?...-why didn't you?-Zach interrupted- Because I don't need anyone to mediate for me- you told him as you stood up as straight as possible so you wouldn't look so tiny in front of him, tapping the floor with your heels- but if you not agree, better we end this know and you can stop wasting my time- you said finally. -Can I please talk to ms Y/L/N alone??-Zach asked looking to the rest of the people on the room. While his people went quickly outside the office, your team remained waiting for your permission, you nodded and they hurried outside the office leaving the two of you alone- come on Y/N! We haven't seen each other in what, ten years? And you just going to fight?? -Zach told you with a chuckle - yes Zach, long time no see. But here we're talking about business here and I'm doing my job- you answered irritated. Besides the fact that seen him bring a lot of feelings that seemed to be forgotten, you were in your full working mode -I know that Y/N -you shivered at the sound of your name on his lips- but you're asking for 6 million dollars in a contract that was initially for 2- he told you trying to make sense to you- I know exactly what I'm asking, but like I told you, I know you were looking for the best person to the job and beyond my company that person is me. I don't even know why you didn't knew that was actually me but I know my job and my work, my time and my name got a price -but Y/N... -Zach!- you spoke loudly, cutting him- you wanted to work with the best? I'm that person and that is my price. If you want something cheaper you can look for another company or my people here in California, maybe even my team in New York would do it for less than your offer but if you want me doing this work, that is my Price- he looked at you right in the eyes, trying to understand this version of you; the real you that he didn’t knew ‘cause it took you years to become that person.

-well, i guess you're right. If I want the best I have to pay for it, don't I?- Zach finally said with a smile all over his face. You tried to ignore him but a tiny smile was scaping from your lips - so, we've got a deal? - you said to him extending your hand. He took your hand firmly, shaking it- You've got yourself 6 Million Dollars... and- he pulled from your arm, making you land on his chest, so you had to look up for his eyes- I think we should celebrate this with a drink and maybe a talk?- he asked you rounding your waist with his other arm.

- i'll think about it- you told softly looking right into his eyes just before call for your assistant - SAM!- you pulled away from his embrace while sam entered the room quickly- the deal is made, please call my lawyer to modify the contract with the right numbers- you explained. In the background you were able to hear the hushed tones of Zach's group "what?!?! 6million?!? are you crazy?!" "it's ok, this is important" you smiled- - i think we should call it a day, right?- you looked to all the people in the room who noded- Perfect, Sam I need that contract in my hotel room as soon as its ready- you said while sam start to type quickly on her phone- Jason and martha, I think you should meet later, i need an approach for this campaing, so we can start with something tomorrow- they left the room right after and you give your atention to your guests- well I guess this is all, my team will contact you when when we've got the right approach for this, thank you for coming- you shaked their hands and while they were leaving the room you came back again to your assistant - So, is my car ready?- Yes, the car has already been rented but unfortunately will be delivered at your hotel- Sam told you without leaving time to protest - I'll call you a cab right away.

You didn't have the time to protest when Zach, who was at the door turn to look at you - I can take you to your hotel, if you want. I'm leaving now- he was looking unsure, like he doesnt know if it was the right move but you smiled - thank you - you said grabbing your purse and coat- lead the way- he put his hand on your back leading you out of the run and you turn your head to tell sam "Dont forget the contract" she smiled at you and said "I wont"

You and Zach both walked out of the building, he guiding you to his car. You watched as his team were all leaving already in their cars but they were whatching you two trying to figure it out what was going on. He oppened the door for you as you stepped in, then rounded the car to enter in the driver seat, starting the engine and leaving the parking lot. - do they know about our history? - you asked him. Zach looked at you quickly, then turned the view to the road, smiling- our history eh? No, they don't, at least I haven't tell them-they were looking at me- you told him, taking note of every change on his face. He looked older, not bad but grown up, more mature, like a man; not the big kid face that he had when you were in high school- everyone looks at you Y/N, you're beautiful- he told you smiling, you looked right in the other way, outside the car. How can he make you blush like that after all this time, after all that you cried? after all the things that happened in those 10 years? – stop- what?!- stop being like that-like what?!- Arg! You’re so anoying Zach – you told him looking outside lost on your thoughts.

Zach Dempsey looked at the woman beside him, who knew that a meeting for one of the major events in his whole career was going to end with his ex girlfriend from high school; and he was pretty sure that the only love of his life; in his car? - Do they know about me?- he asked you taking you back to reality- what?!- Do they know about me?- he asked you again but you took your momento to answer-no, it's been ten years Zach, i dont have reasons to talk about you at work- he didn’t said anything back and it made you question yourself, maybe you were rude but then he came back to you- well maybe i have to give you reasons to- he said wiggling his eyebrows-Zach stop flirting!- he laughed – i’m serious Y/N we should meet and have that talk - he said stopping the car just outside your hotel- I'll pick you up at 7, we're going to dinner and i can sign that contract - you looked at him with wide eyes- you're not even asking! what if i had to do something tonight?? - you're not, you came for business and im that business so we're going to dinner in a nice restaurant, sign the damn contract, talk and then i'm going to bring you to your hotel safe and sound.

- so I'll have to dress up ? - or you could just go like this. I told you Y/N, you look beautiful- Zach stop! - you said laughing- ok, i guess i'll see you later- i'll be here, 7 sharp. You stepped out from the car walking towards the entrance when you stopped on your tracks, came back and leaning on the car window you told him - I dont know what are you trying Zach Dempsey, but we are doing business here - he laughed- and thats why you had to came back to flirt with me?? - hey! - you said stepping back - see you at 7 beauty - he said smiling just before going away.

You entered your room smiling. what are you thinking? flirting like a teenager with your ex boyfriend from high school who broke your heart, not because he doesent love you, you told yourself because he was mean and cruel and part of his actions make a girl to kill herself, but dont all teenagers are the same? they laugh and they are cruel. But he was mean and he didn't fight when he found out and didn’t stand for what was right, besides, he lied to you. But you've grown up, you see things different now, life teached you that there's not only black and white but grey and greys are a lot more complicated. Sadly a lot of us are diffrent greys in the world, maybe you should really have that talk.

You were on your bed with your laptop answering some mails when you hear some knocks on the door, lazilly you oppened to find Sam waiting with some folders - Come in - you told her closing the door right after her - what is this?!?!- she asked shocked looking the mess in your room- i'm working- you told her sitting on your bed indian style in front of your laptop, typing again- Not that, i mean this! - Sam told you reaching the sofa on your room. It was a mess, clothes all over the place, middle outfits, heels on the floor, it was like if you had taken all the clothes on you bags and threw them all over the sitting area on your room, wich was almost what you did, just in an orderly way - oh that - you said without looking up from the screen- im trying to find what im going to wear, but i dont have all my clothes here, and a lot of this things are like suits and office dresses- you said quicky sighing. Why you have to complicate yourself with this? it was just business, but at the same time it was your ex boyfriend and if there's something youve learned in all this years is that your best looks are for deals, meeting ex boyfriends and their couples.

-why are soy so worried about this??... wait, who are you going with?- Damn she got you- I'm going to dinner with Zach Dempsey- you said trying to sound nonchalant- wait! what?! why?! He's hot- you smiled- I know he is, but we need to sign the contract- you told -So why are you so worried?- because we have some unfinished business...- un finished business like...- sam didn’t seem to understand, it looks like you needed to spell it out for her- Zach was my boyfriend in high school - what!?! i mean... wow, and you're not over him? - you interrupted her almost screaming - no no no!!! of course i am! it's just... it was a really complicated breakup, and we loved each other a lot after but we couldn't be together, I couldn't be with him. It was one of those loves that you never imagine that you're going to find so young in your life, but we needed to end, it was heartbreaking and sad - you said looking down. It was difficult to tell everthing that happened after Hannah. Sam went right to sit beside you- It was that kind of love that you hope you find at the right age, maybe when you're 30 or mature enough so you can get married and start a family. It was that love that you swear by its forever- you told looking at your fingers- I'm so sorry Sam, I shouldn't be rambling about this stuff, it's just it was really shocking when I knew we were going to work with him- don't worry Y/N, I'm your assistant, I have to deal with almost everything about you, so I'm not leaving until I make sure that you're ready for this date- hey! It's not a date - maybe you should start thinking like it was one- she told you looking between your clothes trying to help you find the right dress.

-but why!? I don't know anything about him, it's been ten years, he's probably changed. I'm not the same girl innocent from high school who thought that people can only be good or bad, and besides, I've developed a huge complicated character- you told her- well you don't have to tell me that, I know all about your character- Sam told you laughing- but we're working in looks now, go shower while I sort this out. You thanked her and went to the bathroom to fill the tub with water and pour some bubbles. After the intense day that you had, a bath was something absolutely necessary; between the flight, the time change, the meeting and Zach you were completely exhausted. You washed your hair softly and let yourself relax in the bath almost falling asleep.

When you reached your room Sam was looking through your make up bags to help you with your look, trying to style your hair with soft waves and your makeup with a beautiful natural smoky eye and a cherry lip color- you look beautiful- she told you. You looked yourself in the mirror and couldn't believe what you saw. Yes, you were a pretty confident woman in matters of business and work but personal relationships was a whole new world and you loved the look- So, now I need a dress- you told going for your pile of clothes- I have the perfect one- Sam told you reaching the one she left on your bed- don't you think this is too much??- you asked her looking at the sparkly dress- I think is perfect, it's short so you can show those perfect legs and is long sleeve so you're not over exposed. You tried it on and it was perfect- now hurry up! It's 7:05- you quickly put your heels on, took your clutch and the folder and went to the door - hey Sam, what if he's already got a life? A family and all those things? - you asked unsure.

Sam looked at you smiling- only one way to find out- you nodded- thank you, you told before leaving "see you tomorrow" you heard her say.

Reaching the hotel hall you found Zach already waiting for you, it was pretty hard not to notice him; first, because he's huge and second, he was the most handsome man in the whole damn hotel. He was walking back and forth in an amazing burgundy suit that fitted him perfectly.

- you'll make a hole in the hall if you keep doing that - you told him reaching him. He stopped right on his tracks and looked at you, he was completely shocked- wow! I mean... hey! But, wow- you smiled- I think you said something about dinner? I'm starving- you told him- yeah...let's go- he guided you to his car- you look beautiful, by the way- you smiled- thank you Zach, you don't look too bad yourself- you said entering the car with him so you can finally go to that dinner

#zach dempsey #Zach x reader #zach dempsey x reader #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey imagines #13rw imagines #ross butler #zach dempsey smut

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bartsugsy · 7 years

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Isn't it funny how they're trying to rehab Rebecca's image, and yet (from what I've seen) Chrissie is the one getting more likable by the month? Rebecca redeemed a White... it just ended up being her sis lol

here’s my thing anon, here’s my stonking big problem with Miss Universally Adored Rebecca White:

(why do i keep making these posts im sorry)

It sort seems like they’ve tried to make her a sympathetic character by simply trying to take away her agency entirely. And this might not be accurate, because she is so hard to understand as a character. I don’t know how we’re supposed to take her? She gets a lot of moments where she’s sad about the sorry state of her life but also a lot of moments where she’s actively sabotaging everyone around her.

I can’t think of the last time she made a decision on her own, without anyone influencing her. Legitimately, I can’t. She’s either going by what Robert suggests, or Chrissie, or Victoria, or whomever is around her and… it just seems like she can’t do anything herself. And I sometimes wonder if it is designed that way to make her often underhanded actions seem less terrible, because poor Rebecca, she’s not the only one to blame, it was way more the fault of [insert this episode’s bully here].

A few random examples (and by no means an extensive list):

Robert is responsible for: the abortion(s), betraying Lachlan, betraying Chrissie (over and over), cheating on Aaron and Ross, getting Ross to blackmail Robert

Chrissie is responsible for: Lawrence turning against her, confronting Aaron about the kiss

Debbie is responsible for: getting Lawrence arrested

When is anything purely her fault? When does she ever make a decision completely on her own? Even he final decision to not have an abortion came after Victoria spoke with her. Is this a designed character fault (because it’s the most consistent thing about her), or is this a tactic the writers have been using to have us feel sorry for her time and again? Because it just makes her seem desperately, uninterestingly weak. And completely unable to take responsibility for herself. But this is a woman who we’re supposed to believe wants a child and would be able to raise a child? Are we supposed to be rooting for her? Are we supposed to understand that she’s weak and easily manipulated? But still always ready to get on her high horse about the wrong doings people have inflicted on and around her?

I just don’t know how they want us to take her and that’s a problem, because the way she reads on screen is completely at odds with how Iain and EH have spoken about her, and this might be bias from myself towards Robert but I really don’t think it is - I do try to look at things as critically and fairly as possible, even if it means condemning characters who I love or sympathising with characters I don’t. But I just…. I’m so confused by her. The character we’ve ended up with can’t possibly have been the intention, can it? And if it is, why does all the press around her suggest otherwise?

Were they just that determined to put her in the role of the person coming between one of if not their most popular couple and have people still like her that they’ve just forced it too hard - and how does no one know that that doesn’t work with audiences? I know it must be very hard to objectively see how something plays out when you know the entire story, supposed character motivations and context behind everything but… can they really not see it? If it wasn’t their intention, can they really not see how much they’ve failed and how desperately her character needs a complete 180 to have a hope of working?

It’s so confusing to me, honestly.

I know it probably doesn’t sound like it, but I don’t even dislike the character - when she’s cute and entertaining, I enjoy it. She’s got an interesting backstory (to me) - but the writing for her is so awful. It’s so inconsistent and contrived and honestly, I don’t like being told that I need to like someone, or sympathise with them - I’d rather be shown it.

And this is the worst part because the character doesn’t even inspire hate in me - it doesn’t inspire anything, particularly. I have complete apathy 90% of the time. The way she’s written and her role in this story make me so frustrated, but the character herself has so little to her that it’s just vaguely exhausting.

Chrissie, on the other hand, is written in a way where it’s very clear where she’s supposed to be in the villain role, when we’re supposed to sympathise with her, she’s been given layers, we’ve seen her be put through the mill first hand, rather than in retcon, in ways that she was completely innocent to. It’s easier to feel sad for her, to respond emotionally to her.

I mean, I know this is biased because Chrissie is one of my faves, but at least she plays defined roles in her stories, whilst still feeling like a complex and layered character.

I need to stop with these feeling outbursts 😌

#long post #anti rebecca white #I suppose?????#answering anons #ed #I'm not trying to be anti I'm trying to be reasoned but eh maybe I failed lmao #it's not like I'm not completely emotionally invested in her leaving and never returning

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smokethroughgrittedteeth · 7 years

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the entire fruit basket. all of it every last one

..OH BOY OKAY THEN ANON. HERE WE GO BUCKLE UP. HEADACHE-INDUCED ASK RESPONSES AHOY

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

nope! i think they’re really cool though. i dont know if id ever get one, personally? ..maybe a tattoo if it was of something SUPER important. -maybe-.

raspberry: favorite flower?...i actually have absolutely no idea, i never knew that. ....i...um. i like roses? and blue flowers. any blue flower. and um...i really can't think of any. I love all flowers but I'm not particularly draw to anythough burned/black/blue roses are something i have a thing forthough they arent natural. so dunno if they count?? ;;

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?YES! My baby kitty, Marshmallow

mango: what is your trademark? ....my brain just went straight to modus operandi and i had a moment of wait, i dont kill people. why. why are you asking me this. i. um. am not sur ewhat this question is though. Associations? Shit that is Me? ..Scarves, cats, space? ..and dragons, feathers, fire, gold, angels, fall, quiet winter days. I guess??? If it has the first three though its probably mine.

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?whatever that word for "we re all gonna die anyways" humor was. not fatalist humor but somethin similar? ..or it was that. but um. that. fake-it-till-you-make-it. and as for clothing style, /tagged/outfits. and scarves.

pineapple: sexual orientation?why pineapple something something gray-ace/demisexual but as for preference, pan

strawberry: favorite desserts?ice cream, chocolate cake, cheese cake

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?..i mean i can sing but that does not mean I do it well. But, no instruments. I know a total of 5 piano notes, and can play virtual pianos, and bullshit a flute, but not really anything else.

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?ugh. i dunno. literally anywhere i can take my partners and kitty to. their house is the obvious choice..

banana: favorite horror movies?..i really enjoyed some but i cant exactly think of any? weird.

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?...dark comedy probably. with a touch of Depressing.

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?...this is gonna sound odd, but when i'm somewhere outside (bonus points for up high like a cliff or something) with a lot of wind and there is quiet.

cantaloupe: what are your parents' names?im not giving them the decency of talking about them here, sorry.

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?for myself none, but i think both are nice? I like dramatic. but natural is also pretty. basically anything that's your style, really.

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?dragon no question abt it tbh.

plum: favorite clothing brands?i dont really look at brands, just what i like, so..no idea

coconut: favorite perfume?..eh. i dont wear any or know anything about perfumes actually. i do like smelling of honey, coffee, or lemon though, so.

lychee: satin or lace? um...no idea actually. either??

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?i actually wanna do a mae-witchdagger thing because i am nitw trash

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?tumblr - dont even have twitter anymore

kiwi: what's something that fascinates you?space, the sky, humanity, divinity

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?professional depressive fire turnip & anxious feather duster. occasionally a liscenced screaming cabbage.(no, i really dont have a job yet)

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?..i have an entire playlist,,i dunno. natural born sinner by ITM, taste of ink by the Used, Pyre by Son Lux, Infinitesimal by Mother mother. um. others too

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?dusk and night, mostly night

nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?hides my tears and emotionally impairing anxietiesno,,,(yes)

orange: do you have long eyelashes? u M...idk...normal eyelashes....

apricot: what do you do when you're sad?games, music, go outside, idk. when just sad that is

star fruit: favorite sea creature?sharks

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol? nope. not at all actually. i had one glass of something the past 5 years so whoop for me.

THERE WE GO. I HOPE THIS WAS ENJOYABLE

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