#and that sound like an obvious statement haha

[runnning-outof-time]

Worth Breaking Plans For | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby never thought he'd willingly go to see a ballet…that was until he found out that (Y/N) was performing in one. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) never thought she was someone worth breaking plans for…that was until Tommy came into her life.

Warnings: drinking and one bad word

Word Count: 4238

A/N: I’ve got another long one for ya here…the words just wouldn’t stop haha. This one was super fun to write. I hope I added enough ballerina elements for you, anon. If you haven’t got your fill by the end of it though, @padfootdaredmetoo has an amazing ballerina!reader series that you should check out! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) just barely had the time to take in her surroundings before she was having a flute of champagne thrust in her direction. "Here," the drink was accompanied by the words of her friend, Lou, "have a few of these and you'll be settled in in no time."

"Thank you," (Y/N) gingerly replied, accepting the glass and bringing it up to her lips so that she could take a sip of the bubbly liquid. She then smiled at her friends, who were intently watching for any microexpression she would share with them. "It's good," she told them, feeling a little silly for even saying that in the first place.

"Good," Julia affirmed, a smile present on her face as she watched her friend take another sip, "let's get into this party now!" she cheered, taking hold of (Y/N)'s hand so that she, and Lou, could lead her deeper into the establishment.

(Y/N) took that time to look around in awe. She hadn't attended many of these parties - as if that hadn't been obvious enough - and was eager to soak in every aspect of it that she could. Spending time with a few friends from her company at either her flat or a smaller venue was more her speed, but that didn't mean she wasn't excited to see the other half of the spectrum.

"Did you hear what Lou said, (Y/N)?" the sound of Julia's voice broke into her thoughts, making her focus on her friends again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't," she admitted, a sheepish smile present on her face. They'd been here for a handful of minutes now and yet there were details of the venue and revelry that she still hadn't caught onto. She didn't feel too bad for being lost in the atmosphere of it all.

"I was saying that I've gotten word about there being some rather prominent figures at this party," Lou repeated herself, a grin forming on her face.

"Prominent in what sense?" (Y/N) couldn't help but ask. She had a right to, considering that she and her two friends were members of one of the most prestigious ballet companies that ran in London and its surrounding areas. Technically they could be considered part of the 'prominent figures' being talked about.

"I've heard everything from entertainers, to politicians, and even..." Julia trailed off, glancing around before she leaned closer to the other two women, her grin growing as she went to finish off her statement, "gangsters."

"Why did you say it in that way?" (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at her friend's delivery of the word.

"Because the thought of it is so utterly...interesting," Julia responded.

“And exhilarating,” Lou added.

"Wouldn’t it be fun to meet a gangster?" Julia finished off with a question, making Lou nod, a giddy grin present on her face as she added a few more words of agreement.

"Hmm...I suppose," (Y/N) aired more on the coy side of things, looking out at the sea of people that were attending the party. She found it slightly hard to believe that there were actual gangsters scattered amongst these innocent looking party-goers. Maybe it'd only be those fake kinds...like the ones you'd see in the pictures.

"Come on ladies, let's find ourselves a gangster!" Julia cheered, obviously not letting the distinction bog her mind down. She clapped her hands together before leading the other two even further into the venue.

(Y/N) took that time to do some more looking around, her eyes dancing from the band, to the extravagant decorations, to the many people who seemed to be having the time of their lives. Amidst the looking, her eyes stopped on a man...one who immediately stood out from the rest of the people she'd been watching so far. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on him for a longer amount of time. He just looked so...interesting, for lack of better words, and she found herself entranced by him.

She let her eyes linger on him until Lou broke into her thoughts - yet again - this time going on about seeing a familiar face that she wanted to go speak to. So with slight dismay, she broke her stare and followed her friends.

"Ada Thorne! It really is you!" Lou exclaimed as the three women approached another one, who had brown hair and a well-dressed figure.

"Lou! It's so good to see you!" the woman replied in a similar fashion to the initial greeting, a wide smile forming on her face. "Goodness, you've brought friends as well," she added, her eyes focusing on the other two ladies.

"Yes, I have," Lou answered with a smile, "this is Julia and (Y/N), they're both in the same company as me," she then went about the introductions.

"It's nice to meet you ladies. Lou always goes on and on about the women she performs with...it's so nice to finally put some faces to the stories," Ada said, smiling as she spoke.

"So how have things been with you?" Lou then moved to the small talk portion of the conversation, her eyebrows raised as she awaited a response.

(Y/N) figured that she didn't really need to be a part of the conversation anymore, so she happily went back to people watching. Much to her upset, she couldn't find the man she'd been fixated on earlier, no matter how hard she looked for him. That didn't mean that she didn't still enjoy taking in her surroundings once more.

She stayed locked into her own world until the feeling of Julia jabbing her side brought her out of it. "Goodness, what's that for?" she asked her friend, her eyes snapping to the other woman as she sent her a glare.

"You've been in your own world while we're being introduced to someone here," she hissed, nodding her head to the left to indicate that someone else had joined the group in the meantime.

(Y/N) was a bit nervous to look, feeling bashful all of a sudden for not having proper party manners. But she had to look, because it quickly became apparent that the conversation wasn't going on without it. So she did, and the sight that was awaiting her made her mouth go dry in seconds. Standing before her was the man...the one that she'd been transfixed on earlier. She suddenly hoped that her jaw hadn't gone slack at the realization as she scrambled to think of something to say.

"You'll have to forgive me...I like to take in my surroundings whenever I'm able to," she said to the man, a sheepish smile forming on her face.

"All is forgiven," the man brushed her apology off without second thought. The gruffness in his voice moved her in ways that she truly hadn't been moved before. That, coupled with the intensity of his ocean blue eyes that were currently focused on her, made her feel like her knees could give out at any moment.

"My name's (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," (Y/N) then decided to introduce herself, figuring that the group had already gotten past that step and was waiting for her to catch up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)," the man said with a slight, greeting-typed nod before continuing, "my name's Tommy. Tommy Shelby," he then offered up his name, along with his hand for her to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Tommy," she responded to him, accepting the handshake with a kind smile.

"Tommy's my brother," Ada then entered the conversation, making (Y/N) remember that there were others around her, and that she wasn't just standing by herself with this man. "He says he's in town on business, but I think he's come to keep tabs on me," she added, a grin forming on her face as she took a playful jab at her sibling.

"It's nice to meet you, Tommy," Julia offered a greeting similar to (Y/N)'s, which made her wonder if maybe introductions hadn't been completed yet.

"These ladies all belong to one of the finest ballet companies this city has to offer," Ada then gave her brother some more information on the women he'd just been introduced to, her words making Lou playfully chide her.

Small talk re-commenced then, and (Y/N) tried to stay with it for the sake of not making another awkward mistake. She found it hard to be completely focused though, because no matter what she did, she couldn't quite keep her eyes off of Tommy.

——

"Well this is a surprise," Ada remarked when she opened the door to find her brother on the other side of it.

"Do you have plans for this evening?" Tommy asked, deciding to skip the greetings and get to the reason he was standing outside her door.

"I don't," Ada, thankfully, answered without much thought, "is there something you need me for?"

"I need you to come with me," Tommy continued, fishing his watch out of its pocket so that he could make sure he was still on time.

"Where?" now she was answering like the Ada he knew.

"There's a show going on at the theatre...I wanted to go to it and figured you'd might want to come," he gave her some vague details.

"And what is this show exactly?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Just come with me, Ada," he answered in a dismissive tone, not exactly wanting to play twenty questions at this moment.

Ada pursed her lips, not happy that her brother was being abrupt with her. She took a few moments to think his proposal over, secretly loving how the wait was driving him crazy. "I'll come," she finally agreed to his plan, "just let me make sure that Karl can be watched first," she added, turning and going back into the house to find that live-in nanny and tell her that she was going out.

—

"I never thought there'd come a day where Tommy Shelby would willingly go to a ballet," Ada commented with a smirk as she and Tommy found their seats in the front row of the upper balcony. She'd been sending these little jabs his way since she got the program and realized what show he was bringing them to.

"Ada," Tommy spoke in a warning tone, having heard enough of her teasing.

"Fine, I'll stop," she conceded, although she was trying her best to withhold her giggles.

Tommy just shook his head and turned his attention to the stage's curtains. He could see from the corner of his eye that Ada had opened the program and started flipping through it. He was thankful that she'd now found something else to do. But he wasn't out of the woods just yet.

"Which of the ladies is it?" she asked after a few minutes had passed, her words making him turn to look at her with furrowed brows. "Of the women we met at the party...which one is it?" she added more clarification.

Tommy went to speak, but the house lights dimming stopped - saved - him from having to answer. A round of applause coursed through the theatre as the curtains were pulled aside and the performance began. Tommy spent the next hour or so keeping his eyes fixed on the woman he hadn't been able to rid his mind of since he last saw her at the party.

—

"Oh my, this is so lovely," (Y/N) cooed as she accepted the single flower and hand-drawn picture from one of the girls that had come backstage to meet her, "thank you so much!"

"I drew the picture myself," the girl boasted, her words making (Y/N) look at the picture to see that there were two ballerinas drawn on it: one bigger and one smaller. "I want to be a ballerina one day when I grow up," the girl added, a toothy smile forming on her face.

"You keep practicing and you may just be on stage with us one day," (Y/N) told her, an encouraging smile present on her face.

The group of girls said their goodbyes then, their mothers calling them back over so that they could leave. That was when (Y/N) looked up to see a familiar figure leaning against the wall not too far away. The breath got stuck in her throat as she became focused on him; feeling the exact same feelings she'd experienced at the party. Goodness, he just had this aura to him.

"Tommy," she hated that she said his name a little too eagerly, "I...I would have never expected to see you here," she couldn't help but voice her surprise.

"I was in town and figured I'd come to see a show," he brushed her statement off with a slight shrug of his shoulders after he pushed himself off of the wall to move closer to her.

"Did you come alone?" she just had to ask.

"No, Ada came as well. She went off to find your friend...Lou, I believe it was," he answered, glancing down at the items she was holding then. "Had I known you were accepting gifts, I would have brought one," he said, motioning to the flowers and bears she had in her arms.

"Oh no...that's not necessary," she brushed him off, trying to ignore the giddy feeling she was now getting in her stomach.

"You did well," he complimented her performance, tucking his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

"Thank you," (Y/N) accepted the compliment with a smile. She looked down at the things she was holding then, feeling the heat rise within her more with each second that they held eye contact.

"You know..." Tommy started, clearing his throat before continuing, "you should at least let me take you for a drink; since I came here empty-handed."

His words brought (Y/N)'s eyes back up to his in a flash, and he most certainly caught the look of surprise she was wearing before she tried hard to hide it. "Oh you don't have to do that," she tried to brush his offer off.

"No, I insist," he held steady, "it'd be a way to celebrate a successful show...my first ballet," he added, the final words of his sentence making her let out a stifled laugh.

"You're truly offering?" she checked with him before giving her final answer.

"I am," he nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

She had to bite back the smile that was threatening to form as she took a moment's pause. If she answered too soon, it would have looked like she was overly excited for this opportunity. "I'd like that then," she told him, hoping that her giddiness wasn't plastered clear across her face. "I need to quickly put these in the dressing room," she added, raising her arms slightly to call attention to the gifts she'd been holding.

"I'll be waiting here," he told her, nodding as she turned and walked towards the dressing rooms.

She was unable to get to them without being stopped by Julia first. "Is that the man from the party, (Y/N)?" her friend asked, her eyes swapping between (Y/N) and Tommy.

"It is," (Y/N) answered, again hoping that her giddiness wasn't too apparent.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's offered to take me for drinks," (Y/N) couldn't help but feel proud as she spoke.

A grin spread across Julia's face as she heard her friend's response, "oh so it's like that?" she questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not exactly like that," (Y/N) was quick to brush her off, "he's just being kind."

"You'll have to tell me all about it at rehearsals tomorrow...we'll see how kind he ended up being," Julia stated, winking as she put emphasis on the word 'kind'.

"It's not like that, Julia!" (Y/N) insisted, her eyebrows raised as she stressed her point in a harsh whisper.

"Don't keep your man waiting." (Y/N)'s statement was ignored, and Julia's grin only grew as she spoke, ending off with giving the other woman a friendly push towards the dressing room.

(Y/N) let out a huff as she went to quickly put the gifts she'd received down. She then hurried to get changed out of her costume before grabbing her things and heading out of the dressing room. Tommy was standing right where she left him, and she sent him a smile as she approached him. He asked her if she was ready, and she nodded, allowing the two to leave the theatre and go wherever they'd be having drinks.

—

Conversation came easily between the two as they settled in at the bar of one of the more prestigious clubs in the city. (Y/N) would have loved to look around and get lost in her surroundings but, well...she had more interesting things to look at.

They learned a good bit about each other as they sat and talked. (Y/N) told Tommy all about her rise to the company that she was dancing for now, and Tommy in turn told (Y/N) of how he made his way out of Birmingham, coming from nothing to now dealing with some of the heads of the business sphere. He also made hints at some other avenues that he's simultaneously working in, but didn't really elaborate on them. (Y/N) truly didn't need details though...she'd become so enthralled by this man that she was sure it'd take something dire to make her want to leave him.

So enthralled, in fact, that she did something that would be considered rather bold by her standards and invited him back to her flat for a nightcap. Tommy, who was also enjoying himself, accepted the invitation with no hesitation, then going to pay off their tab so that they could leave the club for the building she lived in.

Things transitioned more than smoothly to her flat. The shift in the energy between them became increasingly more noticeable the closer they got to the building, and neither said a word as they rode the elevator up to her floor, instead choosing to let their eyes do the talking as they held each other's gazes.

If she was being honest, (Y/N) couldn't wait much longer to get him behind the privacy of her door. The second she did, her hands found the lapels of his suit jacket so that she could bring him to her and press their lips together in a haste kiss. Tommy accepted it with a matched eagerness, holding her tight to his body as he deepened it.

"I'm sorry...that was a bit forward of me," (Y/N) panted once they'd pulled away. She couldn't mask the bashfulness that was coming on once her mind caught up to her actions.

"Don't apologize," Tommy told her, taking a chance to take in her features at this new closeness, "I quite liked it." A slight laugh left her lips as he finished speaking, one that sounded like music to his ears.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked him then.

"Sure."

(Y/N) nodded before she glanced down to where she was still gripping his lapels. She exhaled a breath of a laugh before releasing them and smoothing them back to their previous state. Tommy let go of her waist then, and she quickly turned to head to the kitchen so that he wouldn't see her frown at the loss of contact. He followed her to the kitchen, not really wanting to leave her side either.

"Did you enjoy the performance today?" she asked him as she grabbed a bottle and two glasses.

"I did," he answered after having to recall how the night started. It felt like it happened so long ago at this point. "You didn't have much of a part in it though," he pointed out then.

"Yeah," she answered, a bit of a lopsided smile present as she went about pouring the drinks. "I did audition for the lead in our next show though..." she paused, sliding one glass towards him before she looked up with a smile, "and I got the part!" she couldn't help but voice her happiness to this man she'd only met a week ago.

"Yeah? When is the show?" he asked, genuine curiosity present in his voice.

"It's in two weeks. On the twentieth," a fire started to burn in her stomach at the thought of him coming to see her perform again.

"Fuck," he breathed as he looked down at the glass.

This was a response she was not expecting, and it confused her. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked, all of the excitement now gone.

"I'll be out of town that day, on business," he told her, his simple sentence effectively breaking her heart. Why had she gotten her hopes up?

"Oh," she couldn't help but voice her upset, glancing up at him before she took a drink.

She looked at him again as she set the glass down on the counter, trying not to let this turn of events spoil what had been an otherwise amazing evening. Hell, she had this insanely handsome man in her flat...who was she to stand around and mope over something she couldn't control? Tommy was taking that time to look her over too, and she couldn't help but love the feeling of his eyes on her.

"We still have tonight though..." she spoke again after a few moments had passed, keeping her eyes steady on him, watching his every move.

He let his eyes trail over her face again, taking in every inch of it. He licked his lips as he thought about the magnitude of her statement. "We do have tonight," he answered then, letting her lead the interaction.

She couldn't stop from biting on her bottom lip as she thought of how to word her next question. The energy coursing between them was almost palpable at this point, and she wondered how she was able to shift so quickly from disappointment to desire just by standing in his presence. It felt like ages before she spoke again, a hint of curiosity now sparkling in her eyes: "would you like to come to bed with me?"

Tommy didn't wait ages to give his response. He broke the distance between them in seconds, his hands finding the sides of her face so that he could pull her into a deep kiss.

The kiss alone buried the upset of him not being able to attend her performance, and if it was a precursor of what would come, (Y/N) knew that this would be a night she'd hold in her mind for years to come.

——

(Y/N) hadn't had a moment to herself since she exited the stage after final bows. She was being swarmed by the fellow ballerinas in her company, who were congratulating her on a wonderful show and already celebrating their collective performance. She didn't mind it though...she was buzzing from the high herself.

"You have a few fans waiting out in the hall to see you, Miss (Y/L/N)," one of the stagehands told her once she'd finished the conversation she was having.

(Y/N) nodded and allowed the man to lead her to the door that separated the backstage area from the rest of the theatre. He opened the door for her and she thanked him before seeing the same group of little girls that had been at her last show waiting for her. She greeted them with a wide smile, happily accepting their flowers and other gifts that they came back to bring her. After many hugs and a short conversation, she said goodbye and some words of encouragement.

Standing tall again, she looked ahead of her and found the last person she expected to. Tommy Shelby was there, leaning against the wall much like he had last time, but now he had a bouquet of beautiful red roses with him. (Y/N) went over to him without a second thought.

"I brought you flowers this time," he was the first to speak, raising the bouquet slightly to accentuate his statement.

"You...you did," she stuttered out, still not quite believing her eyes, "were...were you...?" She couldn’t get a complete sentence out. Not once in the times they’d met up over the last two weeks did he mention he was able to make it to her show - they hadn’t spoken about it after that night.

"I was," he answered with a slight chuckle, a smile forming on his lips at her shock.

"Please tell me you didn't cancel your plans for me."

"I did," he confirmed what she already knew, "you're worth breaking plans for, love."

The widest smile formed on her face at his statement, and she couldn't help but close the distance to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. He chuckled at her reaction, holding onto her as tightly as she was holding him. "You did amazing," he mumbled into her neck before pressing a kiss to it.

"I'm happy you came," she said, holding back her emotions with a smile as she pulled away, "so happy," she added, her hands moving to his face so that she could kiss him.

Even though she’d just given what was surely the best performance of her career, (Y/N) couldn’t deny that she’d never felt happier than she did at this moment.

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[surshica]

Stay Home !

synopsis : yn was caught in the meteor incident instead of chishiya taking her to the boderlands when he was at work — a surpise visit.

genre : angst — fluff

A/N : my first one shot HAHA; this was kinda shit but yeah…ANWYAYS i trued i saw fruit basket tiktok and thought let’s make a one shot, and it’s kinda shit and rushed but 🧍‍♀️

— CHISHIYA x FEM!READER

inspo

‘and in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer watching over me.’

you could never sleep properly, there was an urge to leave this hell of a whole called the borderland. the mere thought of you on the verge of death didn’t startle you; the thought of chishiya leaving alone did. you made friends at the beach and very much foes. you enjoyed the company you had from kuina arisu and usagi. you were alone now. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to separate from the group.

running from the king of spade was though, you weren’t sure if you truly did want to risk your life to get into some car. you were more headstrong and empathetic yet stern at the beach. that made you let out a small chuckle. after playing many diamonds and heart games the itching burn made you want to leave more.

the black jacket you found comfort in had gotten dirty so you tossed it getting a new one, the skirt had been flowing in the winds slight breeze, your hair had been the least of your worries to keep maintained, messy yet you still felt beautiful. you were kicking the pebbles on the ground, a frown formed on your lips. chishiya was the only person you could think about there was nobody else, you knew your family were fine since they were out of japan but chishiya. every night you wished for you to get out of this place faster.

the sun beaming down made you hiss slightly, a sting coming from your swollen slept deprived eyes. covering the sun with your arm. you squinted your eyes to see arisu and what looked like niragi. a frown formed on your lips quickly yet quietly walking your way to arisu. “what’s happening?!” you yelled at arisu, he simply pointed to the gun next to you. nodding you grabbed it waiting for the right time to shoot niragi.

the burning hatred you had for this man was unreal. all the things he did to women was disgusting, he was the biggest reason you want to kill someone. niragi’s laugh boomed loudly in the area, a scowl escaped arisu’s mouth as you just inhaled sharply being aware of your surroundings.

you tried shooting when he was laughing but you were a tad bit too far to the right, your face twitched in annoyance. “seriously?! is that the best you can do? that’s so disappointing and..” “sad.” the pause in the sentence gave you time to calm yourself. “come on!” “shoot me!” “or are you too much is pussys to do that?” niragi licked the metal part of his gun like it’s his. arisu was very much shaking, you shot arisu a look that told him to calm down or we can die here.

“arisu im going to need you to pull yourself together or this can be the end of us!” you whispered yelled, arisu looked at you his uneasy breath was obvious; he was redeeming himself though. the air was filled became thicker and musty, niragi’s laugh was very much vibrating the air as he carelessly shot the cars. you rolled your eyes, he was seriously getting on your nerves and you just wanted to kill him.

the sound of feet walking alerted you, losing up the gun you put your hand on the trigger, pointing to the direction. you were about to shoot until you noticed the short brown hair, “usagi?” your question sounded more like a statement. arisu turned his head to happy to see usagi.

he wanted to drop everything to go to her but he knew he couldn’t, “what’s going on here?” usagi questioned looking at you arisu and niragi with guns point at eachother. “well isnt this interesting” niragi let out a wicked smile shooting two bullets towards usagi.

“USAGI WATCH OUT” arisu screamed towards her, the girl couldn’t move fast enough; her leg was injured. a gulp was viable and the sign of anguish watched over her. “fuck it.” you snarled under your breath running over to usagi stepping in front if her. a bullet above your chest and the other one in your stomach, arisu took the chance to shoot niragi in the stomach before running over to you.

the fall to the ground was rough but you couldn’t subside it from the pain of being shot. usagi’s face grew worry on it as she held your head in her hands. tears brimmed her face, “why would you do that..” hee eyes examined your body, you had a fox like grin on your face. “something told me i should” your breathing stopped slightly before you exhaled deeply, “plus i wouldn’t want the lovers to be separated~” you couldn’t help but crack a joke at the moment.

usagi slapped you lightly on the shoulder, you looked over to arisu, “i don’t know how critical these are..” you paused giving him a smile, “but please different the queen of hearts for me.” arisu nodded before resting your head on a jacket he found in the ground; grabbing usagi as they headed to different the queen.

you can feel more and more blood come out, some worry washed over you letting out a small laugh, the laugh turned into small crys. tears formed your eyes as the pain worsened, hands were shaken but you couldn’t help but laugh. as night approached your eyes grew slightly heavy. you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you were losing too much blood.

your bangs stuck onto your forehead as the sweat mixed with the cold air, breeze washed over. you looked up to the sky to see fireworks. a smile washed over your face, you can finally go home, you can see your chishiya. tears fell down your cheek; you did it. “niragi if you are sadly still alive,” yn grew a grin as tears rolled down her cheeks, “i hope you go to hell.” she closed her eyes as the darkness consumed her.

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🦢 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

chishiya had clocked in for work grabbing himself a coffee, a black coffee. he didn’t mind it but it was definitely not his favorite. he only drank it to keep himself awake, the bitterness washed over his tongue making his face scrunch in disgust.

finishing the small cup he tossed it out heading over to his next patient, he had plans with you today, they were going to go on a picnic together but chishiya got busy per usual resulting in you just going to the cafe.

chishiya sped through patients hoping it could make time go faster but it just didn’t. he headed back to the hospitals cafe to get another coffee, he felt tired. as he grabbed his new cup of coffee he looked towards the now loud commotion  building; walking over to one of the nurses who had been watching in distress. “what happened?” his rasp liked voice had made the nurse jump in surpise before looking back at him.

“oh they’re the poor unlucky souls that got hit with the meteor.” her frown was evident, sadness in her eyes. “when was this?” his eyebrows furrowed as he scratched his head, “it happened around 5 minutes ago..” her lips agaped before closing it and shaking her head looking down at her phone.

he took his phone out his pocket to see if you had texted him back but you never did, a displeased look washed over him. you were never one to leave him on delivered for more than five minutes heck even ten, but almost twenty? he figured something was up. as he looked up he noticed a figure that looked oddly fimilar to him, as he looked closely the person had the same matching necklace as chishiya.

his breathing bitches, the lifeless body laying on the stretcher. the medics hurrying the bloody bruised girl to a room to hook her up. chishiya felt his feet start walking towards the girl. the walking went to a sprint, the sprint went to a full on jog. his hands weren’t even in his pocket. his phone was clutched in his hand with a picture of both of them on his lockscreen.

looking from the outside chishiya could see a boy’s lifeless body and yours. his eyes rested on the heart monitor that stopped beeping and went cold for a minute; his eyes winded slightly. breathed hitched. his lips turned into a downward frown. he didn’t want to believe what he saw, he wanted to think it was fake. he didn’t want to believe you were gone from him.

he was intently watching from the windows, he ignored even the slightest hi’s and hellos, his eyes were fixated on you. after countless defibrillator attempts they were finally able to get your heart back on track. they hooked you up quickly before exiting to other patients rooms. as the doctors and nurses left he slipped his way into the room closing it on his way in.

the curtain for the other patient was closed so it didn’t matter to him, he didn’t care for them he cared for you. he looked at the monitor before looking back at you. his hand brushed the messy strands off your face, his hand intertwined with yours. he placed small kisses all over it.

he was mumbling sweet nothings to your sleep body, this was way of hoping you would wake up soon. he had closed his eyes calming himself. he didn’t like stress, he felt your hand slightly twitch making his eyes flare right open.

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🦢 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

your eyes opened slowly as a bright light beamed through the windows and the ceiling, hissing at it you quickly close your eyes. opening them back slowly you felt someone’s hand holding onto your, looking to the right you can see him and in his glory.

a small smile formed on your face as you put your other hand on his cheek, “chishiya..” a roughed voice escaped your lips, you didn’t know if this was real or if this was still the borderlands. you quickly look down to see your bandaged wounds; your head slowly looked back up at the happy chishiya.

“i was wondering why you didn’t text me back” he smiled moving your palm to his lips placing a soft kiss. “well i didn’t expect me to die yet” you countered back. chishiya let out a soft short laugh. you were still debating if this was truly real or just a dream. a single tear rolled down your cheek as you felt chishiya’s loving kisses warm your hand.

“how long was i out?” you questioned, you spent basically 4 months in the boderlands so she’d like the time here as well. “your heart stopped for a minute..” your eyes has widened slightly as the words, lips agaped. closing your eyes you let in another small breathe before looking at chishiya.

“i have so much to tell you chishi..” you moved your hand around his neck pulling him closer, nose touching eachother, your smile was brighter than he could ever remember.

“i’m sure you do..” his cat like grin formed onto his face—leaning closer he kissed you ever so slowly. a gentle slow kiss that had so much passion in it. you smiled into the kiss, oh how much you missed his touch. you pulled him closer to you lightly to deepen the kiss.

the kiss was short yet sweet, his hand still connected to yours. he licked his lips as his eyes stared into your tired ones, “next time stay home” a small like smile formed on his lips. “alright doctor~”

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[notyourmajesty]

Henry's Dog David, and How RWRB (the Book and the Movie) Explore the Meaning of His Name.

(GIF by @andysapril)

CW: Mentions of deaths, murder attempts, mostly from Bible verses.

An Easter Egg from the book that the film managed to incorporate in an entirely different context.

Henry naming his dog David is one of the things Alex comments on both in the film and the book. He finds the name particularly odd for a pet, and when Henry tells him later that the inspiration was David Bowie, Alex remarks that he could have just used the surname instead.

This is basically just me overthinking the way the book and the film added "David and Jonathan" to two totally different scenes haha.

David Bowie

There has been a lot of debate over Bowie's sexuality since the 70s, and possibly conflicting statements from Bowie himself over the decades, but he did leave quite an impact on queer people in his time (ref: this article). Henry both in the book and in the film has often turned to literature and art for inspiration, and solace, when it came to exploring his own identity as a gay man. All kinds of historical queer identities - both debated and confirmed - show up in the tapestry of people and ideas that have influenced Henry's own thoughts and ideas (Alex's too). So it definitely makes sense that he would name his beloved pet dog after one of those inspirations.

(notably, during Henry's dramatic entrance when Alex comes down to the UK for damage control, the song playing is Bowie's "Up the Hill Backwards". You also see him choose a Queen song for karaoke, which makes me want to really headcanon him as a 70s prog rock fan 😄)

David and Jonathan

In the book, Alex goes over the details of Henry's fact sheet with Nora and his sister June. When he mentions the name of Henry's dog, he claims his dislike for the name is because it sounds more like a "tax attorney" than a beloved pet (Ch 2).

In the film, it's his SS detail Amy who quizzes him. She responds to his quip about Henry's choice of name for a pet by telling him what she's named her own dog. It's a tiny, fun detail with no lasting importance in the film, but I feel it does work within the larger framework of how the film incorporates queer readings and figures too.

I see this as a reference to a popular reading of the Hebrew/Biblical story of David and Jonathan from the 2 books of Samuel. David was a shepherd anointed by the prophet Samuel (through orders from God), to succeed King Saul, and Jonathan was Saul's son who was extremely devoted to David and even saved him from his father's wrath. They were known to have made a covenant to each other soon after they met, and the first Book of Samuel gives us a picture of an immensely close bond between the two:

After David had finished talking with Saul, Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved him as himself. From that day Saul kept David with him and did not let him return home to his family. And Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as himself. Jonathan took off the robe he was wearing and gave it to David, along with his tunic, and even his sword, his bow and his belt. (1 Samuel 18, 1-4)

Interpretations of their relationship have ranged from close friendship to a romantic relationship, and there have been many, many queer readings on this pair.

In Casey McQuiston's RWRB too, Alex references both a saying from the Book of Proverbs (24:13), and the story of David and Jonathan in the same paragraph. This is in Ch 10, when Henry takes Alex to the V&A museum. This particular sequence is in the inner chamber of the museum, shortly after the couple dance to Elton John's "Your Song".

He compares himself and Henry to "a lost David and Jonathan", and it's pretty obvious why when you think of their devotion, and the tragic end of the relationship of the latter. Like Jonathan, Henry is a prince utterly devoted to one man, and sure that his family too will be against their bond. Like David, Alex is an outsider who the royal family may view as a threat to their stability, and therefore must be kept away. David's love for Jonathan is immense: he makes the covenant with Saul's son soon after they meet, and when he mourns Jonathan's death, he says "Thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women." (2 Samuel 1:26).

This amazing post from @elipheleh explores this metaphor more in detail (as well as St. Chiara, and a quote from Oscar Wilde, who is referenced both in the book and the film as a writer Henry is fond of). It also speaks about the verse from the Book of Proverbs that Alex remembers, partly in Spanish, partly in English - Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey from the comb is sweet to your taste. (Proverbs 24:13-14)

(Jonathan in 1 Samuel also has his own reference to honey - there is a story that chronicles a tense moment between Jonathan and his father, King Saul, due to Jonathan eating wild honey on a day when the troops were bound by an oath to fast (he had not heard the oath himself). He almost faces death by Saul's hand for breaking the oath the latter had made, but is saved by the other people in the troops. (1 Samuel 14: 24-46). I've seen different ways of this passage being interpreted - as either Jonathan being judged for disobeying an oath even though he was not around when it was announced, or Saul being viewed as foolish for making such an oath in the first place. The main point is, Saul is ready to kill his son for breaching a certain protocol, and it is the people who save Jonathan.

Similarly IMO, Henry is prepared to live his whole life in the closet viewing his sexuality as something that would bring shame to his family, but eventually recognizes that he has support. Both within his family (in the form of his mother Catherine and his sister Bea), and in the public eye)

At this point in their lives, Alex and Henry see very little hope that things will get better soon enough for them to unite. It is more than likely that - in their minds - this one romantic visit will be their last for a long, long time. Of course David and Jonathan - who parted ways in the hope of being reunited after the battle with Jonathan's father, and whose friendship/love met a tragic end - would be considered a fitting parallel for the situation Alex and Henry find themselves in.

The book has the space and scope to explore many, many images and symbols that could fit Alex and Henry. Whether it's in the letters they send each other, the references Alex learns more about as he figures out his sexuality. The book can - at the V&A museum - describe the statues the two men linger at in loving detail, making us more aware how poignant their temporary separation will be and how bittersweet this last dance is.

The movie's focus is different - the V&A scene is a (presumably) final, deeply intimate moment that lets Alex see for real the weight of his role in Henry's environment, and how little he expects to see his dreams come true. It also lets Henry see how determined Alex is to make his every dream a reality.

Most moments of highlighting queer literature or history are pocketed away in smaller sequences in the film, as small references and Easter eggs (eg. the books they recommend each other), as the film focuses more on the relationship and it's effects both on the men and the world around them. The V&A is more a visual backdrop for that bittersweet last moment where the two can find equal ground and truly understand each other. I think mentioning the names of the statues would take away from that.

The movie didn't need to include David and Jonathan. Why is why I'm truly, truly grateful that they still did. Even as a tiny, cute Easter egg that is supposed to be banter about weirdly specific pet-naming protocol 💖

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[callsign-bunnie]

Hey, can i ask for a pt 2 to the scp thing?? I had heard of the backrooms but never the infinite ikea and it’s so cool!

Here you go!

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[Transcript start]

Soap: Hey, Lt, did you hear what Alex was talking to Gaz about?

Ghost: I try not to listen to their conversations, I have a tendency to hear things I maybe don't particularly want to hear.

Soap: *laughs* That's fair, Lt. I wouldn't listen to Alejandro and Rudy's, either.

Ghost: I don't.

Soap: Alex was just explaining to Gaz about this place. According to him, it's infinite.

Ghost: I did hear that part, Johnny.

Soap: You should get back, soon. The lights are about to go out.

Ghost: Actually, I plan to venture out further. I want to see what this place is like at night.

Soap: Ghost, are you sure that's the smartest idea?

Ghost: No one else is willing to take the risk. I am.

Soap: Please don't do anything stupid, Lt.

Ghost: Me? Never.

Soap: Yeah, sure. I'll make up some excuse to Price, though he's pre-occupied. Farah has decided to try to make a map.

Ghost: Can you map out something that's truly infinite?

Soap: Well, I suppose you could try.

Ghost: That's all we ever really can do, Johnny.

Soap: Check back in in 20 minutes, Ghost.

Ghost: Rog

...

Ghost: Sergeant Mactavish, this is Ghost, how copy?

Soap: I copy. You're two minutes late.

Ghost: My watch is slow. It's hard to keep time in here.

Soap: It's alright. Where are you?

Ghost: The pillar says C24.

Soap: You can read those?

Ghost: My night vision works here, Johnny.

Soap: Right, haha. I remembered we have those. Was just checking to see if you remembered.

Ghost: Right. I'm going to go for ten more minutes and then I'll make my way back.

Soap: Please be careful, Simon.

Ghost: I always am, Johnny.

..

Ghost: Mactavish, this is Ghost, how copy?

Soap: Tired as fuck, but I copy.

Ghost: Are you on watch?

Soap: No. Technically, that's supposed to be Gaz, but Price found out you ventured out and I've been left to wait for your ass.

Gaz: Hey, Ghost.

Ghost: Hello, Sergeant Garrick.

Gaz: You can just call me Gaz, mate

Ghost: Alright, Sergeant Garrick

Soap: He's messing with you, Gaz. Anyway, are you coming back, Lt?

Ghost: I've already turned around. The aisles are convenient, I've managed to stay on track so far.

Soap: Welcome to Ikea.

Ghost: You come up with that one yourself?

Soap: I thought it was funny.

Gaz: Where did you say you were?

Ghost: C32. Though, I've just passed the pillar that says A30.

Soap: You have to make it back through so many pillars. Don't rush, Lt, just stay safe.

Ghost: I will.

..

Gaz: You two are kind of gross, you know

Soap: I don't know what you mean by that, Garrick

Gaz: Wow, I've never heard my name with such hostility.

Soap: I'm not being hostile. Was simply making a statement.

Gaz: Right. Look, mate, you two are kind of obvious you know

Soap: As obvious as you and Alex?

Gaz: Look, that's different. Alex... why am I explaining this to you?

Soap: Because you desperately want to talk to someone about it.

Gaz: *sigh* God, I do. Alex doesn't like me like that. Fuck, I sound like a thirteen year old describing their crush.

Soap: *laughs* It's alright, kid.

Gaz: Dude, we're the same age.

Soap: Eh, I picked it up from Price. I think Alex likes you like that.

Gaz: Don't tease me, Soap.

Soap: I'm not! I really do think he has feelings for you. I mean, he didn't spend 30 minutes explaining what the fuck an infinite Ikea was to any of us.

Gaz: I suppose you're right. Still. I think if he felt that way, he would have said something by now.

Soap: Have you said something?

Gaz: Do I have to? You picked up on it fairly early.

Soap: I suppose I did.

Gaz: Exactly. Plus, he's a CIA agent. I doubt... there's going to be one mission where he goes off and I never see him again.

Soap: He wouldn't do that to you. Especially not if you were together.

Gaz: I doubt that.

Soap: You must not have that much faith in Alex.

Gaz: I have plenty of faith in Alex.

Soap: I definitely believe you, Garrick.

Ghost: Mactavish, Garrick come in.

Gaz: Ghost, please tell me you haven't been listening the entire time.

Ghost: The whole conversation, kid.

Gaz: I'm going to shoot myself. Right now.

Ghost: Not important. I'm at pillar C12.

Soap: I'd ask you to signal but... I worry you'd alert one of those fucking things.

Ghost: Best not to.

Gaz: We're still watching for you, Ghost.

Ghost: Hey, Gaz?

Gaz: You used my name

Ghost: I think Alex likes you as well.

Gaz: I am putting the gun in my mouth as we speak

[Transcript end]

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[Transcript start]

Laswell: Price, why are we here?

Price: I'm flattered by the amount of faith you all have in me to know what's going on, but Kate, I honestly do not know.

Laswell: They sent us in here. With no knowledge. No plan.

Price: They sent us in here to gather information. Take logs. That's what I'm doing.

Laswell: Price. I know about this foundation. I've worked with them before. I just think it's interesting that a year after you exposed General Shepherd for... what he is, they send us here.

Price: I know, Kate.

Laswell: You didn't actually ask the others to come, did you?

Price: No.

Laswell: Why aren't you being honest and telling them that?

Price: Because someone wants them to believe I did. Someone wants them to think I asked them to come. I want to know why.

Laswell: I'll help you find out, Price

Price: Thank you, Kate.

[Transcript end]

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[Transcript start]

Soap: Price is going to kick both of our asses if he finds out you're going out at night again.

Ghost: Then go to bed.

Soap: No.

Ghost: Exactly. Look, something is off here and I just don't know what it is. I want to know.

Soap: You don't think it's actually... infinite... do you?

Ghost: No. I don't. There's no way.

Soap: What if it is? How would we even know for sure?

Ghost: I don't know, Soap. But... I want to find out everything I can. Farah's making that map, right?

Soap: Working on it, now. She hasn't been able to sleep at night.

Ghost: Well, we need to know if this place changes at night.

Soap: Right.

Ghost: Look, Johnny-

Soap: I'm not questioning or stopping you, Lt.

Ghost: Right. Thank you, Soap.

Soap: I await your check in at 20 minutes, Lt.

..

Ghost: Mactavish, come in.

Soap: Price found out you're gone. He's pissed.

Price: Ghost, I told you stay at the fucking camp.

Ghost: I want to see more of this place at night.

Price: Look, kid, this is hard enough without you guys defying direct orders

Ghost: Technically, sir, you never directly ordered me to stay at camp. You just told me to.

Price: Now you're gonna get literal?

Ghost: Just repeating what you've said, Captain.

Price: Just get your ass back to camp.

Ghost: Soap, did that sound like an order to you?

Soap: I don't think so, Lt.

Ghost: Neither do I

Price: You two-

Ghost: Price, I respect you, but with all due of that said respect, you dragged us here with no explanation. Now, I know I'm one to talk about blindly following orders but I would think after last year, we may question those orders a little more.

Price: *sigh* You're right. I blindly followed orders and it got us stuck here. According to Alex, we can't get out if we wanted to. I don't believe that but... I keep it in the back of my mind. But things are going to get a hell of a lot harder if we don't work together.

Ghost: I am working together. I am working to find out what the hell goes on at night. If we're to figure out anything, we need someone to go out at night.

Price: You have an hour.

Ghost: I would expect nothing more. I'll be back in exactly one hour.

Soap: I'll stay on the radio in case you need help.

Ghost: Thank you, Soap.

..

Ghost: Soap! Soap! Come in! Come in now!

Soap: Lt, what the fuck?! Is everything alright??

Ghost: I managed to piss off three of those fucking things. They're not people, that's for fucking sure-

Soap: I thought we'd figured that out by now do I need to send backup??

Ghost: No! I'm running back, now! Tell Price I'm going to be back late, I don't want to lead them right to you guys!

Soap: No- Simon, just come back to base! Don't get fancy, just run back. We have guns.

Ghost: I don't want to risk it

Soap: Ghost, please don't do anything stupid! You said you wouldn't do anything stupid

Ghost: Just watch out for me, Johnny, I'll be back eventually

Soap: I'm watching-

Ghost: Fuck! Soap! SOAP- [radio was cut off]

Soap: Ghost?! Ghost, how copy?! Ghost!

.

Soap: Ghost! How copy?!

Soap: Ghost, goddamnit! Come in!

Soap: Ghost, you stupid bastard, come in!

Soap: Simon, please! How copy?!

Soap: Fuck! Price!

Price: What the fuck is going on, Mactavish?!

Soap: Ghost's radio cut out! He's gone dark!

Price: FUCK!

[Transcript end]

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Part 3? 

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[targaryen-realness]

Witching chapter 4

Title: Witchling

Pairing: Osferth x Druidess!Reader

Warnings: Canon depiction of violence, mention of slavery, wounds and scars, magic, historical innacuracy (sorry medieval Scotland is not my specialty), talk about faith and christianity. The reader is fem but there is no physical description except for the fact she is a scot from the Highlands. Spoilers for season 3 of the Last Kingdom. 

for this chapter: suicidal thoughts, strong use of magic, not very christian friendly (sorry), slight nsfw 

Summary: As they are riding away from Winchester, Osferth and Lord Uhtred’s group come across a mysterious woman. She needs help but the power within her is obvious. Captivated, Osferth hopes she will stay, but as Uhtred asks her to travel with them, he cannot help but wonder what is going on in his lord’s head.

Notes: Thank you for the love on the previous chapters! Sorry for the delay on this one but I’ve been writing the Aemond fic too haha Hope you will like it!

Tags: @lugiastark @afro-hispwriter @aphroditesmoon @carlottalhn @dothrckis @mynameisbaby9

“We are leaving for Coccham”

You were already preparing your horse when Osferth told you you were all leaving soon. You knew Uthred would not want to stay any longer in Winchester, only wanting to return to his home. You were happy to leave, the charm of Winchester having worn off very fast after your night here. 

“I know. Do you need help to pack things for the children?”

You had returned late into the night, and had gone to sleep almost immediately. You were drained from your energy and you slept without a dream. You had woken up with a very curious Stiorra watching you, waiting for you to say something. 

He had not said a thing about yesterday, and had not asked you any question. You could see the sadness on his face and you felt helpless. 

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

He seemed surprised but nodded, handing you a bag at the same time. 

“When I left the monastery, I did not know where to go. She was always good to me, she cared for me and allowed me to stay in her home. I liked her a lot” 

He was such a good soul, you thought. Then you realised he probably never had a mother and it suddenly made sense. She was the first woman to ever open her arms to him in a motherly way. Your heart broke for him as you remembered the feeling of your mom’s arms around you, the gentle way she would caress your head, kiss your cheeks. 

“She sounds like a great person. 

-She truly was. People were not kind to her here, because she was not a christian, but at heart she was kinder than most christians I’ve met.”

The words resonated in the room and you looked at him shocked. 

“You do not mind? Your friends being heathens? 

-Absolutely not. As long as they are good people, and they are, I do not care for their faith.”

He licked his lips finally looking at you. 

“I thought that if you did not like me, it was because of this. Of the fact I am a druidess.”

He seemed taken aback by your statement, his mouth closing and opening but no words seemed to come out. 

“I do not hate you Y/n”

You released the breath you did not know you were holding. 

“I never said you hated me, I said dislike.

-Well I do not dislike you. Quite the opposite”

It was your turn to look like a fish out of the water. He chuckled when he saw your expression but did not say a thing. 

“Thank you” you blurted out without thinking. 

“For what? 

-Since I’ve been with you all, I feel like I can be myself again. After what happened, I thought I would stay sad all my life, that I would never move on. I don’t think that anymore. So thank you, for not letting me die on the side of the road, and for caring for me. I care for you too”

You had said way more than you wanted to, but it felt good, for it to finally come out. He smiled at you and you felt your cheeks getting warm. He was so pretty. More than any man should be allowed to be. His smile lit up his face and it did not help you could see the slight blush on his cheeks. 

“We should keep packing. Lord Uhtred will be back soon”

And you did, in silence mostly, trying not to act too awkwardly. You could not help the smile that was stretching your lips. It was Finan that disrupted that blissful moment with his loud voice:

“We have a problem, everyone in the house now”. 

“You killed him? How did you even do that?”

You were speechless as you were walking back and forth in the living room under the gaze of Osferth and Uhtred. 

“I told you what he said. 

-I do not blame you for hitting him. I do not blame you at all actually. It’s just, you are a very unlucky man”

He looked at you, a look of desperation mixed with anger that made you lift your hands in sign of surrender.

“I made this for you today. Maybe it will help a little. It won’t fix your predicament but it’s supposed to protect you.”

You approached him and put the necklace around his neck. It was similar to your own, but it was a different Ogham that ornate the front of the wood pendant. You kept the piece of wood in your hand for a second before saying a word under your breath. You let it fall back on his chest and he looked at it uncertainly. 

“Have a little faith, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, you are starting to make me question myself. 

-I would not dare” he answered, taking Stiorra in his arms. You pinched her cheek playfully as she smiled at you. 

“Maybe I should make you one too, would you like that?”

She nodded sweetly and you smiled back. Uhtred’s children were courageous, for sure. The chaos in their life did not seem to phase them as much as you would have thought. For that, you only had admiration for them. 

“Sister Hild!”,Uhtred, the oldest son of Uhtred, shouted. 

You turned around to see the abbess enter the house. She simply chuckled and led the boy toward his bed. 

“Lord, there can be no bloodshed. They are throwing insults out there, but they will soon tire of that.”

She smiled at Stiorra and called for her, the little girl hopping off of her father’s lap toward the abbess. 

“There will not be bloodshed” he answered and you looked at Osferth, worried for the lord. 

The sadness and tiredness in his voice was obvious. In a matter of days he had endured more than a lot of men could have put up with. 

“You should say that to Steapa. His head is hurting from thinking.”, Abbess Hild said. She looked as lost as the rest of you. 

“Is there a solution? 

-I did nothing wrong. 

-Uhtred”, she sounded exasperated. 

“You killed a monk. A holy man, and not for the first time”

You wanted to ask if that horrible man being a monk was really that important. He was still a horrible man, cruel and vile. He had said things about Gisela, and you apparently that were so degrading, Uhtred had not even repeated them to you when he came back. It was still funny to see how christians were able to categorise the importance of life. Being a holy man could be a cover for being the most atrocious monster that earth has ever borne. The reality was that now everyone in Winchester knew you were no christian, and that everyone had lied for you. You were not safe here. 

“The real question is why in god's name, is she still here? And her too? Two witches inside your house, really. 

-I am not your concern, witch”, answered Skade, and you almost laughed. 

“I did not intend to kill the monk, nor do I regret it. 

-It was fate”, finished Skade. You doubted it was fate. Everything happened for a reason, that was what you had been told since you were a child, but it did not mean you could not question it. 

“Fetch Beocca. Ask him to bring the demands of the King.

-I will tell Beocca that you are ready to talk and to listen. Be sure that you do.” 

She turned her head toward Skade and said: “It would help if you cut her throat”

Abbess Hild did not look at you, but you still felt the pressure of the blade on your throat. 

“He cannot.” she marked a pause, her next words resonating in a sinister manner, “He dare not”. 

The silence was heavy once sister Hild was out. You could feel the eyes of Skade, not looking away from Uhtred. She was plunging her claws deeper in his flesh each passing days. You were scared you were not acting fast enough. 

“Tonight Lord… You will break your oath to Alfred. You will have-

-Quiet. I have enough of your voice”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“It is a new beginning. 

-We do not care about what you have to say. 

-You do not? I am sure the lord will be happy to know you knew about his wife’s death but did not say anything”

The silence that followed her statement almost crushed you. You did not let your eyes leave her face, you did not dare to look at Uhtred or worse, Osferth. 

“I did not know she was gonna die. 

-You did. You told the other dane on our way to Winchester.” she smiled at you. 

“There is a difference between smelling death and knowing something will happen” you turned toward Uhtred who was looking at you, lost. 

“I did not know exactly. I could not have told you even if I wanted to. And when I understood, it did not matter anymore”

He did not say anything, but Skade had succeeded. Osferth had turned around on his chair, avoiding you, and Uhtred was doing everything in his power to avoid your mere presence. You found yourself in another room, Stiorra sleeping near you as you were munching on a piece of meat. You heard father Beocca enter the house but did not care to listen. The only thing you could tell was that as the voice increased in volume, the tears rolling down your cheeks also did. The little girl looked at you, probably awakened by the screams.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, her sweet voice making you smile and whip your cheeks. 

“Sorry, I’m just a bit sad. That happens sometimes.

-I’m sad too. Everyone is sad lately. 

-I know. I am sorry about your mom.”

You were expecting cries but no, she looked at you and in her eyes you saw the deep sadness she was hiding so well. 

“I didn’t want her to die. It’s unfair”

You sat on her bed, not knowing if it was appropriate for you to do. You took the little girl in your arms, doing your best to comfort her. She hugged you back, and the little sobs that you could hear from her almost broke your heart. 

“I know. But your mom would be very proud of you. You are being very brave”

You caressed her hair gently, soothing her the best you could. You did not know how much time had passed while you hugged the little girl but you finally heard the door open and turned around to see Finan. 

“We need to go”

His eyes lingered on you and the little girl before he closed the door. You put Stiorra back to bed, caressed her hair one last time and closed the door gently. Sihtric, Finan and Osferth were looking at you, Uhtred was gone. 

“Uhtred is gone, he will come back with a new agreement or we will have to flee. 

-Are we going to leave the children there ? 

-They are not at risk. We are, especially you, now that everyone knows you are no christian.”

Finan had said this in a tone he has never used to address you before. It was harcher and colder. You gulped, trying to find the comforting eyes of Osferth or Sihtric. 

“You think I have something to do with Gisela’s death? That I saw it? Could have prevented it maybe?”

They did not answer. 

“There is nothing I could have done to save her because I was on the other side of the kingdom. I knew she was dead, that’s all I saw. I did not ask for this. 

-All you have to do is break this curse! Then you will be free to go wherever you want!

-How can I do that inside a christian fortress! All I’m asking is a couple of hours in a forest! Then I’ll get the answers you want and will disappear from your life forever. You will not need to worry about me anymore.”

Your words seemed to take Finan and Osferth by surprise as Sihtric stayed impassive. You turned around and left, seeking your bag with the little belongings that you had left. You returned to the main room and heard a commotion outside. Uhtred stumbled inside and you saw the blood dripping down of him. 

“We need to leave right now.

-You’re hurt”

He took your wrist and dragged you outside. 

“Wait Uhtred!” 

You were pushed against your horse and without a word you mounted it. You could not think about anything, the only thing you remembered from this moment was the loud noise of the horses hooves and the screams of the men that were hunting you down. You had no idea how many hours you raced through Wessex like this. You had no idea where you were supposed to go. You were lost, amongst men that you once thought could be your friends, but that now seemed to be so far away from you. You were riding at the back, between two men you did not know the name of. You were lost in thought, sadness and loneliness were plagging you. You had almost forgotten the feeling. Now, on top of this you were scared for your life. You were not afraid that Uhtred would kill you, you know he would not. He was leading you to your certain death though. You were making your way to the danes. To Gorn probably. You knew that the moment he saw you he would kill you. You were contemplating slitting your own throat before he could get to you. You prayed for the entire ride. Lugh, the god you worshipped and to whom you had dedicated your life, stayed silent. So far away from your sacred land, could he even hear you? You had felt him there in Wessex, during Gisela’s funeral. You knew it. You thought of the pendant around the lord’s neck. Maybe you should not have given such an artefact to a man you barely knew. Maybe putting your life on the line for men who were using you wasn’t the best idea. For a moment you contemplated running away. Where would you go? With what silver? In what direction? The reality was that you were the safest here. It was a terrifying thought. And what about your promise? You were not the kind to break your engagements. You were a woman of your words, you had been raised with honour, and you will not break it. Even if it meant you were going to die. You were distracted by the conversation between Skade and Uhtred, and the piercing voice of the witch. 

“Then you will remain cursed!”

No one said anything but you saw Uhtred tense. The Lord was going to die if it kept going. Your bad feeling kept getting worse as you saw his state deteriorating with the hours that passed. You were seated around a fire, not with Uhtred and the others but with Skade. They were talking, and with the weak light of the fire you were able to see Uhtred’s ashy face. 

“Did they already get bored of you?”

You ignored her. Getting closer from the fire, seeking its warmth. 

“You are powerful, I will give you that.” you told her finally.

“My gods are not to mess with.”

In your head you were chanting the name of Eochu Ollathir, god of the sciences and protector of the druids and druidesses, and his daughter Brigid, guardian of the purifier fire. The fire became increasingly warmer, almost too much, and when you plunged your hand into it, owning a gasp from the men that were seated nearby, you did not feel the heat, or even the pain that you should have felt. Everyone was silent, even Uhtred and his circle, when you said: 

“Mine are not either”. 

You stood up and left for the forest that was all around you. You needed to be alone with your thoughts. You walked in the same direction far enough that you could still see the weak light of the fires, but enough so that they could not see you. Your goal was not to get lost. You sat on a rock and contemplated your surroundings. The cold wind was caressing your face, as you lifted your head you admired the night sky. The stars were shining like you had rarely seen them. For a second you felt yourself transported back to the Highlands, to the mountains of your childhood, to the orange and yellow forests that you loved so dearly. To the lake that reflected that very same sky you were looking at. You felt the tears slide down your cheeks but you could not stop staring. You smiled at the fond memories as the feeling of homesickness settled in. 

“Are you okay Y/n?”

It was the sweet voice of Osferth that got you out of your reverie. You turned around, whipping out your tears as fast as you could. 

“Are you crying?”

He seemed so sad for you. You could hear it in his tone, see it on his face, in the way he walked toward you to sit on the same rock as you. 

“You should not have come here ? What will the others think ?”

Your voice was trembling and you did not dare to look him in the eyes. 

“They won’t think anything. I think you scared them all to death.”

You laughed at that, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. 

“Did I scare you too?”

You turned around and smiled at him, and you saw in his eyes he did not believe that fake smile for a second. His hands were fidgeting on his lap the last time you had looked at them, so you could not have helped the little move of surprise that you had when one of his knuckles gently caressed your cheek. You realised you were still crying. The feeling of his skin against yours was something you could not describe, but you were hypnotised. You did not realise you were so close to him, the heat of his body burning you more than the fire you had put your hand into a few moments ago. His eyes, blue like the most beautiful spring sky, were reflecting the same intensity as yours. 

“I am not scared of you Y/n. I think you are a gift from god. This is the only explanation. An angel.”

He almost whispered it. You were coming closer, eyes still not leaving his, but you were now feeling his hot breath against your cold skin. 

“If the church says otherwise, I will tell them they are wrong. If you are a demon, then maybe I am not worshipping the right god”

The weight of his words was heavy on your shoulder except the guilt of deflecting an honest man from his faith would be a thing you will have to deal with later. Because right now you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss this man until he was tired of you because you were not sure you would be able to one day be tired of him. So you did. You pressed your lips against his. He did not push you away but he froze against your body. 

“I’m sorry I-

-No! Please”

It had come out in a pleading tone, and the red on his cheeks was a good indicator of his desperation. So you kissed him again, and again. His lips were surprisingly soft, and you loved every second of those kisses. You felt yourself get more heated, that familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach slowly settling in. 

“Y/n” he whimpered against your lips. 

You loved it when he said your name. When he said it, screamed it, whispered it, and even more when he was saying it as if you were some sort of deity he was devoting himself to. 

“We should go back” you said. If you kept going, you knew it would be more and more difficult to back down. 

“Give me a minute.” he said averting your gaze. “Just to catch my breath”

You raised an eyebrow in question, but you understood. 

“Oh”

You chuckled and he looked at you offended. You caressed his right cheek gently, trying to contain your laughter. 

“Do you want me to stay or do you need some alone time?”

He looked exasperated, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Go away from me temptress.”

You laughed again before kissing him one last time. He looked dumbfounded and you were delighted by his expression. 

“You are not helping me. 

-Maybe I don’t want to”

You walked away, your heart feeling lighter than it had when you made the same path before. When you stepped back into the camp, all eyes were on you, especially Finan’s. 

“Where is Osferth?

-He is coming back soon, don't worry.”

He looked at you suspiciously. 

“I did not kill him and bury his corpse in the forest Finan, you can sleep soundly.”

Sihtric laughed at that and you could see the corner of Finan’s mouth lifting.

“I’m sorry. To be honest I don’t really know why I am even apologising. But if you had the impression I broke your trust, I didn't mean to.” 

They looked at you surprised. 

“If I had the ability to help Gisela, I would have done so. But I couldn’t.”

You did not wait for an answer and left them to think. You did not see Uthred on your way to the fire where you were sitting previously. Skade was not there either and for some reason, it made the absence of the lord even more worrisome. 

#the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #osferth x reader #osferth the last kingdom #uhtred the last kingdom #finan the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #reader insert #witch!reader #ewan mitchell

[puddleink]

The Assistant Part 1

Erwin Smith x Male!Reader

Warnings: shameless use of (y/n) sorry, flirting, workplace au, slight sexual tension.

Notes: First fanfic I've written and posted in a WHILE so I apologise ahead of time haha. If you like this fic I will post the rest of it.

Words: 1.8k

(Y/N) admitted to himself that the one main weakness of working for Scouts Agency Limited was running through the rush hour people traffic to arrive at the office on time. As he ran past the friendly door guard and receptionist, he patted down his bag to make sure he had his key card and phone. With the cup holder balanced in one hand, (Y/N) somehow managed to scan his card in the lift and stood patiently while the lift moved upwards quickly.

“Right I have Mr Smith’s coffee, the report for Mr Ackerman’s team and the list of American clients coming to Mr Smith’s evening meeting,” (Y/N) said to himself just as the lift dings and the brown wooden doors opened.

(Y/N) loved how empty the office was when he got to work. As an assistant, he was required to get to the office a half hour early to set up his boss’ office and honestly, he did not mind it. The floor smelt like disinfectant and he could type away without people asking him to get coffee and make copies. 

(Y/N) was always thankful for his job. The people were nice and he had the slightest crush on his boss, Executive Manager Erwin Smith. But of course, this was not just (Y/N)’s fault. Erwin was a very flirty boss.

Very 

(Y/N) often thought to himself that if it was anyone else flirting with him in such a manner as Erwin was then he would be straight on the phone with HR. But Erwin was different. He was exactly (Y/N)’s type. Strong, caring, smart and extremely fit.

It was not uncommon for Erwin to come in late some days after coming straight from the gym, and (Y/N) savoured those days. His ashy blonde hair slightly wet from the gym showers, his muscles bulging from his dress shirt and Erwin’s sauve concentrated face when he tied his tie. 

(Y/N) repeatedly fantasised about that tie…

The sound of people talking and moving about the office floor snapped (Y/N) out of his daydream, and he got back to logging into his laptop and organising his and Erwin’s daily agenda.

As the clock ticked over to 9 o’clock Mr Smith glided into the office and quickly shot a welcoming smile to (Y/N).

“Good morning (Y/N), how are you today?” Erwin flashed his cocky smile at (Y/N) as he set down his bag and coat.

(Y/n) returned the smile as he stood up and walked over to his senior’s desk. He gently placed the coffee in front of him as well as Erwin’s daily itinerary.

“I’m doing well today, very happy it’s Friday,” he replied but he knew the statement was half a lie. He disliked Fridays as he knew it would be 3 days before he would see Erwin again.

As mentioned before, (Y/N) did like his job.

Erwin looked up at his assistant with a smirk, which resulted in a deep blush forming on (Y/N)’s face. Erwin took a swig of his favourite coffee order as the embarrassed assistant almost ran back to his desk.

They sat in happy silence until it got close to midday. 

As soon as the small clock in the corner of his laptop turned to 12 o’clock, (Y/N) shot out of his seat, notepad in hand, and walked over to his boss again.

“Excuse me, Sir,” (Y/N) softly spoke which was met with the kind blue eyes he had fallen for.

“Yes, (Y/N).” Erwin closed his laptop, giving the shorter man his full attention.

“It is time I went to fetch your lunch, Sir, what do you fancy today?” (Y/N) asked looking straight down at his notepad to avoid getting lost in his boss’ eyes.

“Mmh,” the larger male hummed while thinking. He wanted to avoid the obvious joke he could make, however, you could not say he was not tempted. However he did look at the subordinate up and down, he was only human after all.

In the beginning, the flirting started just as a way to get some laughs out of his new assistant or to break the ice, but after Erwin saw how (Y/N) would stutter and blush after such comments, the sincere flirting began. Unfortunately, (Y/n) was oblivious to this.

“Depends…” Erwin said gently. “What can you offer me Mr (L/N)?” 

With this comment (Y/N) could feel his heart jump out of his chest and almost fly onto his boss’ desk in front of him.

Trying to retain his composure he starts listing off the different coffee shops and local sandwich bars with a light blush forming on his cheeks. Erwin noticed this and lightly chuckled to himself enjoying the view of his assistant in a fluster.

Erwin finally made his choice of lunch and (Y/N) quickly scurried over to his desk and picked up his bag. (Y/N) made sure to turn back to his boss to say a small goodbye and then ran out of the door making sure to hide his face.

As the lift doors close behind him, (Y/N) let out a giant sigh of relief. He truly hoped that all the flirting he received from Erwin was sincere, however (Y/N) was prone to doubt himself. 

(Y/N) slipped his earphones on as the doors opened on the desk floor and was greeted by the desk manager.

“Afternoon, Mr (L/N),” Sasha said happily, waving at the busy assistant, who returned the greeting with a smile.

“Hello Sasha, how is your day going?” (Y/N) asked stopping for a second as he did not want to appear rude to the nice girl who always made nice conversations with him. He slowly removed his headphones giving the brunette his full attention.

“Well, it is my favourite day of the year…” Sasha hinted at the assistant, leaning slightly to the side to show the colourful balloon placed behind her lightly messy desk.

(Y/N)’s heart almost fell out of his body. He tried to hide the panic on his face as he remembered the card and homemade banana bread sitting on his kitchen side.

“Oh Sasha, Happy birthday, I’m so sorry I forgot. Mr Smith has me running ragged this week,” he offered a sympathetic smile holding his breath, scared he had lost a true work friend.

The brunette laughed and waved her hand at the assistant. 

“Am I able to pop around later and drop off your card and present?” (Y/N) asked hopefully.

Sasha smiled at (Y/n) and explained that a few of her friends were coming over to her flat after work for drinks and that the assistant was welcome to join them. After a little pondering, (Y/N) agreed to drop around after work, it was a Friday after all, he could afford a few drinks with friends.

After waving goodbye to Sasha, (Y/N) swiftly made his way to the vintage cafe next to the office tower. With a happy sigh, (Y/N) stepped into the warm shop and made his way to the busy counter. After placing Mr Smith’s lunch order, the assistant picked out his own lunch meal and a drink. While he was waiting for the food to be ready, (Y/N) opened his phone and amended his calendar to going to Sasha’s that evening. 

Bing

The notification snapped (Y/N) out of his trance and he stared at the text at the top of his phone.

Is everything okay? Lunch is taking a little longer than normal. I hope you aren’t lost ;)

The text from Erwin made the assistant panic slightly, partly scared that he will be told off by his boss, and partly for the winking face staring back at him. 

More teasing? (Y/N) thought, this was the first time getting flirtation over the phone from his boss.

As soon as the food and drinks were ready, (Y/N) picked up the orders and hurried back to their shared office space, even running past Sasha. 

“I’m so sorry for being late, Sir,” the assistant said hurriedly. He put the coffee and lunch in front of his boss who gave him a smirk in return.

“So…did you get lost (Y/N)?” Erwin said cockily before picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he began to explain. “I got talking to the receptionist downstairs and lost track of time, It will not happen again,” (Y/N) mumbled as he looked down at his own lunch.

“Oh?” Erwin chuckled in reply.

“Yes, it is Sasha’s birthday so we got talking, I even got invited to come to her’s for some drinks after work to celebrate,” (Y/N) continued explaining.

After finishing his sandwich, Erwin looked at his assistant while wiping his mouth and slowly licked his fingers.

“Just make sure to not drink too much, I know it’s Friday but you need to keep yourself safe,” the boss stated before opening his laptop and continuing with his work.

(Y/N) stared at Erwin with wide eyes. This was the first time that Erwin had made a comment so wholesome to him. (Y/N) admitted that he was somewhat used to and could deal with the office flirting, however, a caring comment like that through him for a loop.

After their lunch was finished, the day went as normal as every other day. Every so often, (Y/N) would stand up to get coffee for Mr Smith or run to the photocopier.

As the work day started to draw to a close, (Y/N) started to pack up his workstation, however, his boss’ smooth voice drew his attention.

“Why do they want the meeting to be held there?” Erwin muttered to himself, wiping his hair out of his bright blue eyes.

“Everything okay, Sir?” (Y/N) asked, his coat halfway on his shoulders.

“This meeting with the American clients, they have decided that they want the meeting to be at Rose Wall,” Mr Smith sighed rubbing his temple.

(Y/N) looked very shocked at his boss before walking over to his desk.

“The nightclub?” The assistant asked, looking at the documents on Erwin's desk, reading the clients’ names and details.

Erwin slightly kicked his feet out, pushing his desk chair out and turning to face the floor-length windows behind him.

“I don't know how much business we will get done in a nightclub, but I hope it goes well,” Erwin stated.

(Y/N) almost laughed lightly before straightening up. 

“...Sorry about that, Sir. But I see your anxiety, it does seem like a weird place to complete a large business deal. I am sure it will go well, your deal completion rates are the best of the company.” 

Erwin wiped his forehead and then smiled at his assistant.

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N), go and enjoy your weekend. Say Happy Birthday to Sasha for me. Remember to be safe, I don’t want to start having to look for a new assistant on Monday.” Erwin smirked.

(Y/N) slipped his work back over his shoulder and waved goodbye to his boss.

“Good luck with the meeting tonight and have a lovely weekend, Sir.” (Y/N) smiled and headed home, Erwin's smile burning into his mind.

#fanfic #fanfiction #erwin x reader #erwin smith #commander erwin #aot erwin #use of y/n #erwin x male reader #male reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #workplace au

[silver-wield]

Loool I cannot believe I am constantly witnessing cleriths get cooked in real time. The devs really said stop twisting things especially nojima. This is why I was skeptical of Loren Allred saying anything because at the end of the day she’s a singer who was hired to sing a song and clearly was never well versed with the lore in the first place. Nobou I wasn’t sure but this new interview made it clear. Cleriths saying the devs are back peddling ooooh boy haha

Nobuo didn't say it was about Cloud. Those dumdums took his statements, cut and pasted them together and made it sound like he was agreeing with Loren. I'd already read the interview as is so I knew it was bullshit, but the fact is I just don't care enough to constantly debunk their obvious lies

You know what they say about the duck 🤷

#ship war #for the fandom

[chaifootsteps]

Heartburn anon here.

Thanks so much for taking the time to elaborate on that for me! It was a long time ago that I’d read it, so I appreciate you catching me up to speed. : )

Still trying to wrap my mind around the appeal of “horrific kind of sexy” and I feel like I almost get it but it might just be one of those things that isn’t for me, and I don’t mind that others enjoy it.

Also in regards to Angel being someone we root for and his relationship with Valentino as you described it…boy that does sound interesting but I sure hope we get to actually see some of that and not have to dig or read Vivzie’s trivia for it haha. (If it is there and I’ve just missed it that’s on me.)

And absolutely agree, all that said the weird sexually charged statements towards a minor are… 🚩 yeesh.

I mean, not horrific and sexy in the sense that Angel's sexually violated and miserable. It's more that Valentino himself is sexy, that he's this tall, brightly colored, gorgeous figure blowing clouds of seductive poison around, that he's probably pretty good in bed, and the idea that at some point in their history, Angel found himself completely swept up in all that. That sometimes he still is even now.

For me at least, because Valentino's a villain and they're fictional characters and it's obvious none of that is okay, it feels safe to enjoy it in a way that it doesn't when it's Blitzo and Stolas -- who've had straight up parallels to Angel and Valentino's interactions -- and the moral of the story is that all of Blitzo's problems would be solved if he'd just let the rich man who abuses him love him. Sort of the difference between a strapped in roller coaster ride and an actual car crash.

And it's completely and totally understandable not to like that kind of thing! I just get why Raphielle does. I've always defended that part, but I can't and won't defend this.

#Anonymous #spindlehorse critical #actual blog post

[kenmolly]

'coming often.'

PAIRING. chuuya x gn!reader

GENRE. fluff, bartender au

WARNING. non proofread

NOTE. yess haha.. chuuya as a bartender? yummy. imagine dem waist- I'M TEMPTED TO MAKE ANOTHER DILUC VERSION ONE ..@alexaizawa

classical music flows through your ears, and quiet chatters filled the room. you took a sip of your drink, savoring every drop of it. the flavor spreads all across your mouth and to your throat as the sweet and clean after-taste tickles your tastebuds.

you're here once again not for the drinks; instead, you're here for him, the bartender. that attire of his firmly wraps around his body, every detail clearly visible if you look close enough. you admire him preparing every drink ordered; from the way he pours every ingredient into the glass to the way he decorates it, every movement of his feeding your loving eyes.

but he's quite popular, you'd admit. there's no way a woman would dislike him, especially on how he looks. how his hair naturally curls so beautifully, his fair skin, that fine smile he wears on his face.. it's all so attractive. he's always surrounded by those 'loud' females, so all you could do is sit somewhere nearby and admire him.

you've always wanted to get his number or just have a chat with him, but he seems too busy to accompany you at all. but that's okay, you always believe that the time will eventually come and you'll finally get to have a conversation with him.

you placed your beverage down, quickly rummage through your purse for your ringing phone that popped your daydream bubble. you stared at the screen, freezing at the familiar number; too familiar.

it was your ex that called. they cheated on you. it has been half a year since you both broke up, so why are they calling? you clicked on the green button hesitantly, gently pressing your phone onto your ear.

"w-woah, y/n! you picked up!" they sounded rather excited. you sigh, back leaning further onto the table as you crossed your legs.

"speak up. why did you call?"

"haha, you're still the same as ever. okay s-so uhm, I was just wondering if-"

"no." you knew what they wanted to say. it's so obvious. "not interested." you added.

"wow, rude enough? you could've said it more politely" your ex said, clicking their tongue. your blood starts to boil, who do they think they are? your parents? or someone you should respect no matter what?

"the fuck do you mean, cheater? do you really expect me to be nice to you after what you've done? that's really funny" you said sarcastically. they start getting all furious and shout through the phone. it was so loud to the point where you could feel spit getting all over your face.

"need help?" a smooth and calming voice spoke up behind you. you quickly turned around, eyes meeting a pair of ocean blue eyes. it was chuuya, the bartender you've been admiring for weeks. he was pointing towards your phone, his usual smile hanging on that gorgeous face of his. you gently nod your head, placing your phone on his hand.

"look, i don't know what's up with you right now, but you just sound like some desperate loser. so would you mind leaving y/n alone now? thanks." with that, chuuya hung up the call and passed the phone to you.

"hey, how did you know my name? i never told you" you questioned, stuffing your phone back into your purse as you watch the male chuckle.

"well, i've noticed you coming here quite often lately. and not to mention, you seem to have taken an interest in me, yeah?" his eyes were fixed on the glass he was cleaning. you're lucky that he wasn't able to see your reddened face. "so, I asked one of my co-workers for your name. remember dazai?"

"oh.. him. he's one flirty one, huh. but yeah, you're not wrong.. I've been hoping to talk to you, but you know, you're quite popular" chuuya laughs at your statement. he places the glass he was cleaning, body leaning in until his face is just a few inches away from yours.

"well, now that i'm free, let's talk to your heart's content? here's my number as well just in case"

© cara (@kenmolly). all rights reserved. please refrain from reposting, plagiarizing, translating, or reproducing my work in any form possible.

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[corens-relisten]

MAG 31 First Hunt

was hoping this was a different one... like not that this ep isnt good! it rly is but i got a little hyped and it ended up not being this statement

again, that being said, i rly love this statement. my family are hunters, and i have been taught. i actually really wanna go hunting. for real. anyway haha i rly do love this statement. i love anything that has to do with switching roles, to really see how something is. and considering that i actually want to hunt, this one hits especially hard!

anywho, spoilers time!

its the Hunt ofc <33 i love the Hunt sm ((: ik i say that for every Dread Power, but im not exaggerating. i can see myself become an avatar of most of em, and i admire the rest. ill likely elaborate on that one day

"for fun. for the chase" huh? sounds familiar...

spoilers over

"i had never met... internet friends before. he was loud" thats so funny to me for no reason

the stranger in the forest was so cool to me idk why just the obvious wrongness of it and how well its illustrated (:

BECOMING PREY. IS SO INTERESTING. AND ITS SO WELL DONE IN THIS STATEMENT!! im so much of a sucker for this kinda stuff oml

"a hunting we shall go... a hunting we shall go"

shooting him again and again seems like them just switching roles again. huh

omg jane prentiss hunting themmmm

well heres my offering! some gerry (:

have a beautiful day!

#coren's relisten! #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #the magnus archive fanart #the magnus archives fanart #gerry keay #gerry kaey #wait if thats a tag... which ones right??

[kquil]

Hello!! Can I have a 🧁? Thnx!

Soo I haven't done this in a while, lol..

I'm shortish at 163cm, curvy and have long auburn curls and amber eyes. You could say I'm a bit cute, but I'm very insecure about my weight, so yeah. Gods this sounds a bit like My Immortal. Moving on.

I'm an extroverted introvert? Like I prefer being alone, but can enjoy good company every once in a while, and sometimes you'd think I like the sound of my own voice a bit too much? I'm all about knowledge and loveeee socio-economic politics etc. I'm a bit stuck up like that I suppose, kinda snobbish tbh. What can I say, I like good quality stuff, like not cheap and think and awfully stitched synthetic fabrics, it doesn't have to be bloody 100% hand spun and made alpaca wool, but cmon, yk? I grew up with a very strict the-curtains-are-never-just-blue kind of mother (french and flute and ballet, and learning the savoir-vivre front-to-back, the whole she-bang, you know the drill). I'm like her more than I'd like to admit, in more ways than one.

I'm a very autonomous person, and hatehatehate depending on others even for the simplest things. I have a lot of patience usually, but improper behaviour and lack of manners will get a rise out of em pretty quickly. I'm a cat person too.

When it comes to PDA, not a fan. I'm shy when it comes to intimacy, but also think it kinda improper.

Love books, hate how most ppl teach stuff- you could call me an independent researcher at soul, but have quite a bit of biases. (Eg, with barely knowing anything about evolutionary psychology, I essentially called it a useless waste to my mentor the other day. I think my exact words were "it seems a bit far fetched to be truthful")

Yea, did I mention I use a lot of brittishisms? I'm not even a brit, English is my second language, idk what the deal is with that.

Also I'm a slytherin, if that wasn't obvious so far. When i first took a test and it said so, I retook it feeding it the proper answers to make me a raven, because, and I quote, "being ambitious is just being smart about how you wanna live your life". Yeah. Still stand by that statement, just have rejected the hp canon and jkr as a whole in the meantime (her horrid ideas too).

I drink my tea an dmy coffee strong and with no sugar nor milk. I love books, and bodies of water (esp the sea!!!), and thunderstorms and greenery. Also ostentatious rose gardens and glass and wrought iron greenhouses and glass domes on indoor gardens etc. Yes, I have my dream mansion sketched out for when I'm rich ever since I was 9ish. I'll just say I need to be filthy rich because it includes a private groove AND lake. I think the word you're searching for by now is "delusional"

I'm a stereotypical Slytherin I think. Even my all-time fave music genre is a tie between classical and jazz (though I do love rock and punk too)

This is getting too long, so I hope it's enough! Thanks in advance!!!

PS I have two names, the first of which is horrid, but means Sapphire One, and I go by my second, Alexandra. Much too ostentatious to have both of these, I know, but I quite like "Alexandra".

wow! truly a slytherin through and through haha! thank you so much for requesting darling, im sorry it took so long for me to deliver on and i don't know if this is up to your standards but i did my best!

I ship you with sirius black 

i. in actuality, you two started off as enemies and eventually became lovers, growing up together since young from very prominent slytherin families only to be sorted in rival houses instead. it didn’t take until 6th year for the two of you to blossom a romance with each other, it was after reaching an understanding of each other’s personal difficulties growing up that the two of you grew close, slowly growing closer until you made it official. sirius became the person to balance you out and him, you. you both learned to be better people through each other. 

ii. sirius loved how independent you were but also loved getting a rise out of you by being annoying, he loved getting your attention through that, knowing that you loved him too much to really sink your teeth into him, unlike the unlucky people he’s seen get a tongue lashing from you — he is not envious of them. he likes knowing that he can get away with things around you whereas other couldn’t, it made him feel special and, although you knew what he was up to, you always indulged him anyway. one thing you loved about him was that he made you feel so confident and loved, to the point where the insecurities you had of your body and appearance just disappeared because he loved everything about you, every good point, every star quality, every flaw…he loved those about you the best. 

iii. he’s the one who slowly eases you into soft PDA, he knows you aren’t going to be the type to make out in front of people or sit in his lap blatantly when in a group setting but he wants to always be holding your hand or have his hand on your waist or play with your beautiful auburn hair. he loves whispering his admiration for you into your ear when you least expect it as well, some times he’d speak it in french just to add that additional touch of romance to it. 

iv. he understands your love for ostentatious things, the two of you are common in that regard. and, being someone who took pride in everything he did, he was sure to shower you in all the opulence you were willing to receive. at some point in your relationship, he had acquired the perfect balance of gift giving to keep things special between you two without it being too in-the-face of others. he would take you on these really grand dates, get-aways, if you will, where the two of you indulge in all your favourite things as well as his, sharing and making memories together. He wants you to always be surrounded by beauty, because that’s what you deserve and you appreciate him so much for it. 

v. he knows how to make you your tea and coffee and you know how to make his, he knows what books you like to read and the music you enjoy and you know the same for him — the two of you are equal in that you share your interests and act on them for each other. in the beginning, you felt as though your ideal life one day were just delusions but he promises and made those delusions a reality for you. he loved that you knew exactly what you wanted and he delivered on every wish as best he could because he would do anything for his princess

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🧁 : cupcake 1k #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine

[olderthannetfic]

I don't think tonal signifiers are a bad thing. That's basically what punctuation and emojis are. There's also the fun format going around where you saying something and then add the feeling behind it in parenthesis that I find really funny. Me @ my cat: stinky man (affectionate). We use a ton of different tools to convey tone over written communication, I don't think we need to limit ourselves or abandon one of those tools just because there are challenges with it. People who lie and use signifiers they don't mean are the same people who lie with plain words. You can manipulate and obfuscate your true feelings with or without using any tone tags. For complicated and obscure tags that don't have an obvious meaning, you can just ask the person who's using it what they mean, the same way we would ask someone what they mean when their words aren't clear. Overly long/complicated/general ones will naturally be rejected by wider online communities. Or having to look up chat speak or acronyms lol. The amount of times I've had to look up a different one over the decades, iirc, tldr, inb4, etc. I swear there's a new one everyday. Someone being a shithead and using tone tags they don't mean is just like someone saying something rude and ending it with haha jkjk :)!! Written communication will always need some level of clarification and will always hold some potential for intentional misleading, even after general consensus is met. At a certain point, you have to either get to know the person you're talking to, ask them what they mean, or make the decision to read what they're saying in good or bad faith depending on the context. Telling them they're coming across as a heel if they're playing games is also an option lol. (I use all we/yous generally)

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I don't think we need to abandon anything. Write how you like to and how your friends do.

But recognize that language will always convey a wide variety of things about culture and group membership. "stinky man (affectionate)" tells me you're part of a particular kind of online group that uses that "(affectionate)", "(derogatory)" thing. I find that meme or whatever you want to call it confusing. I don't use it myself. That doesn't mean it's bad, but it does mean that trying to use it at me won't produce the same effect as using it at someone who normally uses it.

If someone adds "(sincere)" to the end of a statement, they sound like a robot. To me, it's always going to sound like a crutch for not knowing how to use traditional styles of writing or not being good at grammar and sentences with complex clause structures.

There's a reason I'm on tumblr, where you can write everything out, not twitter, where you're forced to abbreviate. I'll adopt LOL or IMO or whatever once it is so widely-adopted it's passé, but I don't tend to move quickly on language change.

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 40 - cutting apples

Ok so right off the bat I have to say, I think it's a rather weird choice to have this scenes be on the same day as the attack itself. I can't under no circumstances imagine that they were not kept at the hospital. Were they even at a hospital? Elias says "about an hour after they'd taken you and Tim away". Why on earth would Tim come back to work, Jon I get, but Tim? Also, quarantine only for like a few hours? Allowing people back into the building when the worms aren't cleared out (why is that not under quarantine???) Kind of broke the immersion a bit for me there.

Second, wow, I read so many not getting what happened to Sasha in MAG 39, am I like the super minority of a few who knew exactly what happened in that moment? Like I said, we got instructions to check up on the table again, twice! Sasha then finds that table! She sees someone! She screams! And then suddenly her voice is all wonky with that echo-effect. I texted my sister when I finished S1 and went "So, Sasha got replaced" and she was like "Oh, did you listen to the credits?" and I was "Only a bit (didn't get to the Not!Sasha part of the credits), but it was obvious what happened?" My sister also didn't get it and had the revelation together with Jon in MAG 76^^

Okay, that out of the way, lets get to it!

ELIAS "I do apologise that it took me quite so long to figure out how to actually work the system. If I’d been quicker…" - Yeah sure…

JON "Tens of thousands of… things without mouths screaming as one." ELIAS "Yes. Horrible sound… Anyway!" - insert Jeremy Clarkson's Oh no! Anyway!-meme here

ELIAS "On the 15th of March last year" - March. May. Those months sound so similar! XD

Tim sounds sooo tired and done…

TIM "I spotted the tape recorder lying on the ground, and went over to, er, see if it was damaged" - haha, that "er" XD

TIM "I have a theory, actually. I think they weren’t ready to attack when you found the tunnels. It’s like, something in the Institute slows them down, and makes them, um, heh, sluggish." - Good job! The Corruption doesn't like the Eye, doesn't like to be seen. Could be used to cure the infection. Also, yes, we know they weren't ready. That's why the Web had to help^^

TIM "And that noise they make? That squirming sound? They don’t make it when they’re in the tunnels." - Already our first clue that whatever rules the Institute has no power over the tunnels.

TIM "They were sort of… wrapping around each other, like they were trying to form a… thing, like a structure or something. A ring. / …it looked like they were trying to make a doorway." - A… WORMHOLE! Badum Tss Our first ritual! First time around I found this sooo interesting and I was kinda bummed out that it was only mentioned once when Jon went exploring. After becoming aware of the rituals it finally clicked sometime later when I remembered Worm Stargate.

Not!Sasha sounds soooo wooden! Those brief answers. Assumptions when reciting events that still happened to the real Sasha. How she repeats what Jon says. I immediately was "Oh nooo… That's gonna be dangerous."

Static during Sasha's statement btw?

JON "Well, it’s thanks to you, to be honest. If you hadn’t met that ‘Michael’ thing…" - So here's what I totally got wrong about that episode. When I listened the first time I mixed up the "thanks to" and interpreted that sentence as "thanks to Michael", like Michael helped them directly in the Prentiss attack? Of course, it's meant because of the CO2 as weakness which they only discovered because Sasha went with Michael to find Timothy Hodge.

On second thought, the way Not!Sasha speaks is actually hilarious. Reminds me of the "Talking to you like a normal human being".

NOT!SASHA "He was looking at me strangely, but we were both quiet." - Not!Sasha actually a bit compelled here? Why would she tell Jon this?

JON "Are you feeling alright? You seem a bit out of it." - Ahhhh, deep down he Knows…

YES, finally Martin/Jon interaction again. I think, here during the S1 finale I started to ship them. Their energy was just soooo obvious! A friend of mine started listening not long ago and his first question to me, after he was done with S1 was: "So…. Are Martin and Jon a thing? (Because if yes, I'm on board!)"

MARTIN "Sorry." - Hnnnggg, I wanna hug him!

JON "Ah, it’s fine. I just…" - He's so tired and in pain but he's still soft…

MARTIN "No, I mean… I'm sorry I left you." - crying and tightly squeezing Martin

JON "Oh, Martin" - I'm dying here…

JON "I know." - Hnnggg, the way he says that… / "It’s fine, Martin. Everybody’s… [sigh] Everyone’s fine…" - dying even more

MARTIN "I think it must be the old Millbank Prison, like Tim was saying before." - Ok, back to business. First time name drop Millbank Prison!

MARTIN "I hadn’t seen any worms for a few minutes, and weirdly enough that actually started to worry me, like, if there weren’t any worms then I’d gone too far from the Institute. And there was more dust in those corridors too, and dead rats, even some discarded wine bottles. At one point there was an empty packet of mint imperials" - So Martin stumbled into Leitner's territory? Leitner apparently was far enough into the tunnels that he never encountered any worms. This was touched on again in MAG 152.

MARTIN "She was shot! Three times, that I could see. Three shots to the chest." - RIP Alex. His biggest mistake.

JON "I know that now, some deeper mystery. I think Gertrude Robinson found it, and I think that is why they killed her." - He's not wrong?

Yaaaay, S1 done and I managed to listen and send in my thoughts every single day! I'm excited to see how far I can push this^^ Some stats: MAG 1 - 19 took me 11 months!!!! MAG 20 bis 40 took me 20 days (finished S1 and started S2 on August 19th 2021)

What an ending to a first season!

#tma #a mag a day #the magnus archives #episode asks #tma spoilers #mod amai #mag 40 #lycanlovingvampyre

[tim-hoe-wan]

Can we have you and your gc's perspective on Harry's RS interview as people who are knowledgeable about this antics? Your bestie used to help us (hi ws anon😁👋🏽) I think... it was pointless?

1/.... he BARELY talked and it was HEAVILY interviewer's interprets and Olivia dwd. Fans were saying for a week she has a cover coming soon, I was wondering they just randomly added her here cause, well.. her VOGUE was embarrassingly short and flop, fans do NOT care if harry is not somewhere in corner of everything. And then you've the film coming so actual promo needed.

• 2/..... Another is: it's like the whole world turned against him the way he's dragged left and right for this intw, so interested to know if they purposely made it that way cause " every publicly is good" etc. Or they didn't expected this length of negativity.

SORRY SORRY it was too long Haha I really like to understanding Hollywood's world unfortunately it's happened to be harry all this learning tonight !!😅❤ x

I was out when the gc was talking about it and things there go at 80mph. From the gist though, it seems this interview is for two things, promo for his films and they wanted him as their first global cover.

The interview is practically 80-90% Brittany and barely Harry’s actual thoughts and quotes. It feels like Brittany’s think piece with a sprinkling of Harry’s words there. It doesn’t feel like an interview, it feels like she hung out with Harry a couple of times and asked him some questions, then made an editorial piece about it and made his thoughts merge with her own. It’s a poorly written piece all over cause you read it and ask, “so what was the point?”

For Harry himself, he sounds like a robot as always. That and a privileged white man and as usual, his answers are so non-committal you can interpret it however you want and nobody can tell you you’re wrong. It can be eyerolling how purposely pandering he is that he’s the kindest man ever in exchange for any actual personality. He can be very gaslighting and the interview isn’t doing him any favor when it’s basically a walking contradiction plus the gp, unlike his fans, aren’t naive enough to buy every bs he’s spouting.

For the hate, my friends and I foresaw this as a longtime coming. If this came out before his third album, there would be backlash but not in this scale.

First, half of it wasn’t his fault. It was RS who branded him King of Pop and it feels incredibly undeserved. But that’s not his fault, he has no say in that.

Another, if you don’t have a soft spot for this dude, it’s really hard to defend him from criticisms against all his poorly worded and thought out statements. He’s more famous than ever, more people will be watching him.

Then, his whole blank slate approach has worked for him his whole career. The way he can get away with being inauthentic and incredibly manufactured was because for the longest time, there was a very specific market who were the only ones paying attention. Now he’s just everywhere because of his very public relationship, his films, his albums. Tabloids and all the pr celebs participate in are essential for the legendary status. Adele is a rare breed, Harry always needed the publicity and drama that made him a far reaching name. But now it’s goddamn everywhere, and you’re being gaslit by fans and now RS to believe oh he’s this damn amazing he’s even the first global cover of Rolling Stone.

It just feels undeserving. Yes this man is huge and his album is successful, but his hype has always been bigger than him. Like so many faction of the gp are paying attention now, it’s time to show, not tell, why you’re deserving of all this hype and it just falls flat. The blank slate technique was because it was catering to a very specific market. But his obvious desire for legend and a-list status means he has to extend himself more because he’s just coming off as inauthentic and not deserving of the hype. I always thought his team was pretty incompetent. The way his last album was leaked for hours and easily accessible is enough proof. The lackluster staging and production, the poor merch and whatever the hell pleasing is are also evidence. So it wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t have enough brain cells to think that interview was awful. For the longest time they relied on the bare minimum, but for the gp, if you want their attention and respect they’re gonna want more than that.

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

NaNo ‘22 Update #2

Word Count: 6,556

I’m On Chapter: Two

Feelings So Far: surprisingly we’re on a good flow. a bit sticky, but things are going better than I expected given my overall mental state atm lmao

Most Listened to Song: “Better Without You” by Evanescence

Best Line/Excerpt:

"A task group?"

Warren nodded, arms folded as he idled near the wall comm of Thrive's office. He took a long look at the venevans enjoying the sunset on the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean, knowing they were all waiting for the desert lights to show up on the beach once the night dominated the sky. "You're busy finding the Meridian and being a good little baby with ———, so I figured maybe I could take this one this time."

"I see." The sound of Thrive's fingers tapping a message out on the touchscreen surface of his desk drowned out Warren's thoughts for a moment. "What is it you plan to accomplish with this task group?"

"Find out where FaiTh is located and take 'em out. Thought that was pretty obvious."

Thrive's eyebrows lifted and he turned to Warren. "Would you know where to begin?"

"Nope. But that's where the task group comes in. People a lot more tech-savvy than I can figure all that out. Or at least get the ball rolling."

"Failure to Thrive is a powerful, heavily elusive cyberterrorist organization that managed to not only find where Delegate Sinkship and her family were residing, but they managed to also seize control of the entire Consortium Node to shut off life support to one row of homes in the Eastern Division to assassinate her. They won't allow themselves to be found easily, if at all."

Warren stepped around the desk to face Thrive head-on. "Hey, man, have you seen all the impossible shit we've been able to do together? Didja happen to be there for any of it?"

After a pause, a smirk tipped at Thrive's lips. "Take Scot."

"He could probably do this whole thing himself, honestly."

Thrive eyed Warren as he leaned forward onto the desk. "Would you like me to run a few additional names by you?"

"Since you're offering."

Thrive swiped his initial message away and pulled up another window, typing so fast his hands were almost a blur. "There's a presence in the world of hacking, one I've heard about in my search for the Meridian. Somewhat the exact antithesis of FaiTh. They may have similar mission statements in that they wish to take control away from the Consortium—and possibly me—but their approaches couldn't be more different."

Warren glanced down at the desk.

"The Encryptic," Thrive continued, zooming in on a logo—an elongated diamond of gold circuitry, with an 'E' of negative space in the center. "I don't know their true identity, but I'm certain that Scot can help you find it."

"The Encryptic," Warren echoed. "Yeah…I think I've heard of them. But wait, if they want to take control away from you, how do I know they'd be willing to help me?"

"If they have any morals at all, they'll be on board with taking FaiTh down a peg."

Other Notes: haha peg

NaNo Tag List: @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest

#nanoupdate22

[chrisodonline]

I will go back and watch the Monster sequel (and it sounds like it’s going to be a Three-quel...), but I’m skipping to the SAM FAM episode because I like SAM FAM.

This felt like a different show...it almost felt like they were about to stumble upon a dead body and have to call the the LAW & ORDER people. Detectives, that’s the word. The detectives on L&O. 

A. Hanna on his uniform -- haha, wouldn’t it have been hilarious if this episode was called “Hanna, A.” 

Explosions and beaches. Sometimes air travel even though this is a naval show. That’s what the title sequence tells you.

Come on, Shyla, you don’t fully check a room? You’re a trained...something. I honestly can’t figure out this show and who gets to work in Ops, who gets to go in the field, and who has to work in Ops, and who has to work in the field. I don’t think the show gets it either.

Look, Shyla, you are a CATCH. Of course he still wishes you were together. Still, sounds like you dodged that bullet. (Good thing you’re good at dodging bullets. LOLZ.)

Kilbride comes downstairs to snark and basically be a mom who knows where everything is but no one else does even if it’s super obvious.

This show is really bad about having its cake and eating it, too. They’re trying to make statements about police issues with Rountree, but none of that makes the team/agency have a serious discussion about how THEY could do better. The talks have been about how things are unfair...and for some reason about Deeks’ dad. It’s always an “other.” And never a reminder that we all need to check ourselves first and work to make it better. But anyway...

#z watches things #ep: dead stick #ncisla