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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A schoolboy crush (Julián Álvarez, Rúben Dias X Reader)

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Word count: 1245

** Another request from my dear 😈 anon. I struggled a bit writing this one but I hope you all enjoy it ❤️ **

The first day back at training meant getting to meet the new players that had already signed for the team. Haaland, Kalvin Philips, …and young Julián Álvarez. He was probably the most nervous out of all the new guys, coming to a country far away from his and not speaking English too well. Thankfully for him, his coach spoke Spanish. But also, many of his teammates could help him.

He immediately built a connection with players like Rodri or the Portuguese boys, but the one who almost adopted him was Rúben.

He had been giving him advice on where to live, where to shop, where to go in his free time,...always offering his help and his girlfriend's for anything Julián might need. She spoke Spanish too apparently.

Another thing he had to get used to was the new staff in the team and it was then that he met you.

You had been helping the boys with recovery after matches for months, thanks to your training as a yoga teacher. And today was the first session of pre-season.

"New boys!", said Jack, "the yoga teacher is off limits!"

"Why?", asked Erling.

"You'll find soon enough", laughed Jack. "But listen to my advice. I found out the…hard way", he said, touching his head and confusing the boys more.

"Hi everyone!", you said to all the players, also introducing yourself to the new ones.

The session was just another one for you. A few players, such as Rúben or Laporte were not present because they were still working on their fitness after injuries, but the rest of the squad was there.

You already knew which poses were the most challenging so you were busy checking everyone was doing it alright when you saw Julián struggling.

"Creo que necesitas un poco de ayuda, Julián", I think you need a bit of help, you said to him in perfect Spanish, which surprised him. His face made you laugh.

"Yes, I've never done this. Sorry", he told you, looking away from your face as you got closer.

"That's ok. Let me move your legs so you put the right amount of weight on them and don't hurt yourself".

You couldn't see him, but some of his teammates could and they started to snigger seeing him blush. It would be the same every single time you either got close to him or talked to him. He couldn't be more obvious despite trying hard not to be.

"There you go!", you told him with a big smile.

"Oh boy", said John. "You're in big trouble".

But he still didn't understand why.

The days passed and the team got ready to go to the US for their American tour.

Julián sat next to Rodri, Rúben and Bernardo on the plane.

When you walked past them, you noticed he was still very shy and you found it quite endearing.

"Hey Juli, if you get bored sitting with these old men, you can come to sit with me for a bit".

"So I can't sit with you, but he can", said Rúben shaking his head.

"I see enough of you already, Dias, give me a break", you said laughing, but before you could keep walking, he grabbed your arm and made you lean down so he could give you a quick kiss.

When Julián saw that, he finally understood his teammate's comments and started to worry. Had Rúben noticed his crush on you? Will he get angry?

So he decided to keep his distance.

The next few days were full of training sessions, but the team also believed in giving their players a lot of free time. In this case, to explore the new country they were in. Both you and Rúben invited Julián to come with you to do some sightseeing but he always refused. Which started to bother you, sensing something wasn't right. He was happy to do that in Manchester with Rúben but not now? What had changed?

"Is there something wrong with Julián?", you asked Rúben when you were both on a walk on your day off.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he was super close to you and hasn't been since we landed here. And whenever I talk to him, he finds an excuse to leave".

"Huh, now that you mention it, he kind of does the same with me. But I haven't done anything to him. And I'm guessing neither have you".

"Of course not. Should we talk to him?"

"Give it a couple of days", said Rúben. "He's adapting to the team. Maybe he's just having a couple of weird days".

And so that's what you did. But on a day when Rúben was sick in his room, and you weren't allowed to be with him just in case it was contagious, you found the real reason why your new Argentinian friend was being weird.

"Here comes your girlfriend, Juli, don't blush too much", you heard Kalvin say.

And when you turned, you saw Julián looking away from you…and blushing.

"What did you say, Philips?"

"Nothing".

"Are you making your new teammate uncomfortable, boys? I don't think your coach would appreciate that", you said, trying to scare them a bit. Even though you wouldn't tell on them unless they were doing something really harmful.

"Come on! Don't do that!", whined Jack. "We were just joking because Julián has a schoolboy crush on you".

Oh. It was actually sweet. And it made you feel bad for him. He was probably feeling so bad, knowing you were dating his teammate. And it obviously explained his behaviour since he saw you two together as a couple.

"Does Rúben know about this?", you asked them.

"About the crush?"

"Yes and about you bullying your teammate".

"No. We wouldn't say that in front of him, we don't want him hitting Julián".

"He wouldn't hit him, what are you talking about?", you said annoyed.

"He hit me when I flirted with you!!", complained Jack.

"But that's because you are you, Jack", you said, making everyone laugh.

"Come with me", you said to Julián and took him away from the group. "You don't have to avoid me, ok? Or Rúben. I don't mind you having a crush or whatever. You know, it's flattering that a lovely guy like you feels that way. Even if it of course has to remain just a crush. And you'll get over it soon, I'm sure".

"You sure Rúben won't be mad?"

"I won't let him be", you laughed and Julián's little smile warmed your heart.

After that, things sort of went back to normal. You had told Rúben about Julian's crush and he just laughed. You both talked to him and he stopped ignoring you.

Actually, he went back to following Rúben around, but the difference was you were there too.

Seeing you as a couple had made his crush go away, just as you expected. And now you could concentrate on being good friends.

The jokes became more frequent, though, but you just told him to ignore them.

And when Julián scored his first goal for the team, you were the first one to congratulate him. You saw him looking at his teammates laughing at your hug and so you kissed his cheek.

"You know, Juli", you said winking at Rúben, "if Rúben wasn't my boyfriend, I'd definitely ask you out. Not any of these idiots".

"Oh come on!", complained Jack.

But you just laughed at that.

#ruben dias #julian alvarez #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #julian alvarez fluff #julian alvarez imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #footballer fluff

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agniyagrif · 11 months

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What is your opinion on wizards

Traveler, I guess you didn't expect me to answer this question and you're probably just asking anyone about it because it was pretty random. But if my assumption turns out to be wrong, I apologize for assuming. But I will answer your question using it as an excuse to talk about things I like (so thanks for this question) and also I can draw some stuff and also I think it can be considered practice in english so it is useful or something and in short, this answers your question - I DO like wizards, they're cool Now I will proceed to elaborate on that (I apologize for grammatical mistakes if they happen to happen)

I love magic, so I like wizards. I also like magic systems. If there are some rules, it might help you understand how this stuff works, even if it's not real. Everything becomes a very neat and clear system, cool. Although it becomes a problem when you try to come up with such a system yourself, because it is difficult((( thinking is hard…

I like wise (or silly) old wizards with long beards, big hats and long gowns or some young amateur wizards with big books in which they write down new spells, nerds with glasses who are excited about the new magic they see.

I also really like the idea of wandering wizards. Well, actually, I really like the uh… archetype of the traveling collector. I actually have a couple of those characters. So it's kinda… Romantic (?) to be a wandering wisard. You're kinda amateur or just want to expand your knowledge because it's never too late to learn!!!!)))!))!!! ;D You leave your hometown, travel on lands and seas and gather knowledge about the different types of magic used in different cultures/places. Perhaps in your travels you will write a report on how the environment, the work of the people, influence the predominant types of magic. Maybe you visit various magical schools and sort of… you know… sneak into lectures in big spacious halls to learn about the theory of magic. Ooohhh sounds fun))

Huh… They… they ARE nerds… BUT LIKE… Being nerd can be fun) Being excited about the things you like is cool, isn't it? Maybe you'll be traveling through the woods, seeing the wild magic in nature, and also just the beauty of it all. You get excited the moment you understand how to draw magic from your surroundings or from within yourself, when you just understand how something works. Because if you start to understand, it will be easier for you to control it.

I don't know what wizards you were asking about, so I'll expand the meaning of the term as just magic users (and now it's more things to talk about HAHAHA) Warlocks fall into this category. I like warlocks) You cross your path with some powerful being/god/demon, make a deal and now you are THEIR BITCH HAHA because they fucked you over in this contract you didn't read hahaha… It's pretty funny… and also sad and scary, but let's not talk about it…

I also like… the magic that comes from religion/faith. I'm not religious, but I love the idea of powerful gods who depend on the faith of their followers to maintain their powers. OR the idea of some not-so-powerful beings trying to gain… power by finding followers. Gods in making, so to speak. These may not be as noble or honest in their ways as real gods.

Wizards… wizards… Magic schools are a wizard thing. Because they collect and share knowledge. I think magic schools are fun too. Eh… yeah… Different… houses (?) that specialize in different types of magic. It makes sense, it's neat)

Wizards use magical tools! Crystal orbs, staffs, books, potions, magic stones and other jewelry… That's cool) YOU CAN COLLECT THEM. YESSS!!! COLLECT THE SHINY EHEHHE!

Necromancy is magic that a wizard can learn. Some sort of… mad scientist wizard) Someone who sees the rules of nature and says, “Rules are made to be broken. I'll turn back time!" or "I'M A HEALER 100%, GUYS" and proceeds to raise the dead. Or other mad scientist-wizard who sees two creatures and says, "What if they were one, hmm" and proceeds to sew them together… magically. There's room for body horror, I kinda like that stuff.

I have some wizards of my own))) I have… a couple of warlocks… A mad scientist wizard, something like Frankenstein, kind of a necromancer… Maybe I'll also make a traveling wizard collector… I have an old wolf teacher who also uses necromancy to get his powers, but I think he'll get better eventually… Hmm… yeah… I like wizards)

#the fck should I put in tags idk #wizard #fantasy #character design #dnd #warlock #my art #oc

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margherita-dascenzo · 2 years

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HELPP when did i saw 'Yuma's Blog', Why you including Yuma in this story when literally you wont let him speak or have a say in it bevause its "ur" blog and OC and u r the only ppl to speak??? I aint no simp, Yuma aint my fav but its weird how your whole blog wouldnt have existed without Yuma, but he's not in it??? The math aint mathing snd nor is ur humblicity, "my" "my" girl, your blog wouldnt even EXIST without Yuma and nor would the OC! I aint hating on you( I didnt say that, Im just weirded out by the consept that Yuma isnt in the Blog he is the reason that it exists?????) but when your saying the OCs life, like let me tell you something, I read ur blogs posts ( again I dont hate you) its just that I dont know the OC, like all ive read is just.....writing????

First of all, I would really appreciate it if you use full words when writing. Like many others, English is not my first language and it is difficult for me to fully understand what you mean, please be considerate about that.

Ok, let's go in parts as Jack the Ripper said. You are very wrong if you think Rita wouldn't exist if it wasn't for Yuma. I can see what either you are new to my blog, or you just haven't paid enough attention to the things I have posted. Rita started out as a Vampire Insert (my version if I were a vampire) in Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles saga, and so she bounced around literary and TV universes that had vampires in them, until well she made it to DL. And she was paired with Laito in the beginning, not Yuma. So no, Rita doesn't depend on a 2d man to exist ;)

Now to sum up everything you said: it's my blog, and I do what I want, I don't take criticism on how I should or shouldn't handle it. It's an Oc's blog, I mean, you can read the name "Margherita D'Ascenzo" all over the blog, adding Yuma was a wish of mine, and if I want to take it out or make Rita single, the blog would still work.

And excuse me, but you haven't read any of my blog. I recommend that before you talk nonsense you look up information about what you are going to question. Obviously there is going to be writing, what do you think I am going to post? Puppies? Wrong blog.

It took me a while to respond to this because I was honestly very upset by your message. You are forgiven if you are new and don't understand the dynamics, but don't ever question how I do or don't handle my blog.

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Can I request something pretty please? You're quickly taking over my ranking of favourite fandom writers ok

So, my request is any of the boys you choose and their s/o dealing with a miscarriage. Totally get it if you don't want to do it since it's a pretty heavy subject, but as fluffy as all the pregnancy and dad fics are, it is hardly ever like that in reality and I just love to torture myself like that.

Thank you so much baby! 💜

It's a rainy English Sunday and I decided I wanted pain today so I wrote both Whiskey and Frankie, why do I do this?? I don’t know.

You have been so patient waiting for this and thank you for saying I’m becoming one of your favourites!

This is definitely a heavy subject so I advise anyone who has had experience or known someone who has gone through this to read with caution or take care of yourself and read something else of mine.

BIG TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of miscarriage and depression.

Frankie

Frankie and you had two children before the miscarriage happened. You both knew it could happen, it was something that affected so many families but you just didn’t think it would touch the lives of yours.

You weren’t more than a month along when it happened. There was no warning just the sudden pain and then,

“Frankie? Something’s wrong."

As you lay there sobbing in bed after the doctor's appointment cradled by Frankie, you felt like a failure. You couldn’t grasp what you did wrong and why this had even happened.

Was this a punishment?

Grief and embarrassment overtook you and it was loud. You spent days wailing into Frankie’s chest or your shared bed and cradling your children close when it became particularly unbearable.

But grief affects Frankie differently. He mourns silently. He keeps it in, pushing at his chest and expanding his ribs until he gasps at the phantom pain. It felt like a vice around his ribcage but he never showed it on his face. Not in front of you.

He manages to hold it together in the first week. He holds you and murmurs sweet assurances into your hair and rubs your back as you whimper but even Frankie can’t hold it in for long.

One day, his daughter takes his hand while they’re eating breakfast together and says, “It’s okay daddy, it wasn’t your fault.” and his heart shatters.

He excuses himself and collapses in the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl as he shakes through the onslaught of emotion.

You find him there once your daughter tells you “Daddy didn’t look very well,” and hunchs behind him, cradling him tightly as he cries.

“It’s okay Frankie, let it out baby that's it.”

“fu-fuck I’m sorry I’m so sor-”

“Shhh don’t you dare. You’ve been so good for me, let me take care of you now.”

After that, it becomes easier. When your daughter is asleep you talk to one another, about how you’re feeling and how you’re coping and it helps ease the pain if only slightly.

You talk to your daughter about it too, explain what had happened and why she couldn’t meet the baby anymore but how she would always be a big sister regardless. Frankie and you make a small memorial to the baby, it's simple. The first ultrasound in a frame but it means you can all speak to it when you need to. That helps too.

You finally decide to start trying again when you’re both ready and while it's fucking terrifying, you both go to counselling together to help. Going past the month mark again was particularly hard but you had each other and once that hurdle passes you both let yourself feel excited again.

Whiskey

He’s lost his son once before but to now lose his daughter? Right at the same week mark too?

Whiskey is inconsolable.

He becomes reckless, too careless about what happens to him because he thinks how could anything be worse than this? To lose one child pushed him over into the arms of the enemy but two?

Statesman has to push him out the door and ban him from active duty until he can function again because he’s such a liability. He pushes back, even tries to fight his way out but he surrenders when they threaten termination.

He drinks and even starts smoking. He doesn’t handle it well, in fact, he doesn’t handle it at all. He just exists. It’s like he doesn’t know who he is anymore.

At least he has you this time.

Don’t get me wrong, it hits you hard and you yourself had to take a break from work but at the beginning, you have to look after Jack far more than yourself. He was on a razor-thin line and anytime you left the house you prayed he would be there when you got back.

After a while though, he notices the toll it takes on you. He notices you barely eating, too stressed about how he’s doing and how scared you are to fall asleep. He goes back to statesman but not to work, to request counselling and while it was the toughest decision he’s ever made, the look on your face when he showed you the form made it worth it.

Slowly but surely he pulls himself together and is quick to apologise to you. He knows he left you, maybe not physically, but emotionally to deal with your grief alone and he vows to be better.

“I promise sugar, never again. I'm so sorry, I'll never stop being sorry but I’m getting better. For you."

Eventually, you both heal. Whiskey through his therapist and you with him and while it takes a while to become pregnant again, you’ve never seen Jack Daniels cry as hard as he does when he holds your newborn infant in his arms for the first time.

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Send me something! I write for Din, Whiskey, Javi, Oberyn, Max P, Frankie and Ezra.

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prettyyoungandbored · 3 years

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Seven

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: This chapter contains description of a heavy panic attack. Please read at your own risk.

Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this!)

Author’s Note: A chunk of dialogue in this chapter comes from the movie and has been expanded on to fit the storyline.

“And when exactly is your mother planning to visit us?” Monsignor O’Malley inquired as he followed Demetria.

Demetria snapped a photo of the hallway before looking over her shoulder. “Most likely next month. Once I send her the photos , she’ll work on drafts and whenever she comes, we can all sit down and discuss how to go about the process.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what, I have her business card with me because she sometimes does work in Gotham City.”

She pulled out her wallet from her purse and handed Monsignor O’Malley the thing off white card. “She’ll be happy to answer any of your questions and or concerns.”

He smiled as he took the card. “This is awfully generous of you, Ms. Gallagher. We can’t tell you how grateful we are.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she waved her hand. “Both Bruce and I want to make sure you, the sisters, and the boys are taken care of with whatever you need.” She paused. “How are the boys doing?”

“They’re wonderful.”

“Oh good! I was actually wondering if I could go say ‘hi’ or-.”

“Unfortunately the boys are on a field trip with the sisters.”

Demetria nodded understandingly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Absolutely.” Then an idea hit her. “Do the nuns teach the boys?”

“Some do. We’ve been thinking about incorporating more schooling into the boys schedules, but we’re a little short staffed and not all the nuns feel comfortable teaching certain subjects.”

“I’d love to step in,” Demetria offered.

Monsignor O’Malley raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it you would teach?”

“I’m excellent at English. All levels. I was a TA my senior year of high school. I even minored in it in college.”

Monsignor O’Malley nodded his head, impressed. “Well, if it doesn’t interfere with your schedule-.”

“I don’t have one,” she laughed.

He chuckled. “Then I suppose it’s something we can try out. Are you free next week?”

Her eyes lit up. “Absolutely!’ I would love that!”

Before she could say more, the sound of her phone ringing cut her off. She gave Monsignor O’Malley an apologetic smile as she dug into her bag. “Excuse me one second.”

She glanced down to see it was a reminder that she had to start getting ready for the fundraiser.

“Please excuse me, but I’ve got to head out,” Demetria said. “Remember, if you have any questions, you have my number as well as my mom’s.”

“Of course. I also look forward to discussing you working here.”

“I do as well.”

The two shook hands and Demetria headed out of the orphanage.

She had taken Bruce’s Cadillac XLR, seeing as it was the only semi-low-key-looking car he owned and the only one she didn’t get anxious driving. She wished he had owned something a little less glamorous for trips like this, hating how it made her look, but it was what it was.

As she she opened the driver’s side door, she noticed a photographer snapping her from the distance. The two stared at each for a moment, acknowledging just what was going on. She exhaled softly, mentally reminding herself to keep it together.

Since her essay was published, the media outlets had backed off a bit. The Gotham Times were still insistent of doing a piece on her and published one on her, but it turned out to be a dud as no one close to her would speak to them with the exception of her former News Director and the Head Booker, her other boss. It also helped that a local mob boss was mysteriously killed and the news decided to fixate on that.

She gave him a quick, tired smile before she slid inside and closed the door, driving off.

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Back at the Wayne Penthouse, Bruce adjusted the cuffs of his pristine white dress shirt as he made his way down the stairs.

Alfred wrapped up his conversation with the party planners and turned his attention to Bruce.

“I think your fundraiser will be a great success,” Alfred remarked.

“Why do you think I want to hold a party for Harvey Dent?” Bruce questioned, almost annoyed at the thought of it.

“I assumed it was your usual reason for socializing beyond myself and the scum of Gotham’s underbelly to try to impress Miss Gallagher.”

“Very droll, very wrong,” Bruce responded, glancing up for a brief moment.

Alfred looked over his shoulder for a moment, noticing the party planners were not in the room. “Have you considered telling Miss Gallagher what it is you’re doing at night?” Alfred inquired in a voice low enough for Bruce to hear him.

Bruce glanced up. It wasn’t the first time this conversation came up between the two. “Soon.”

“Before or after you say ‘I do’?”

“When the time is right.”

“Perhaps she should truly know what she’s getting herself into.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks. “What are you implying, Alfred?”

“Miss Gallagher has given you every ounce of herself.”

“Who says I-.”

Bruce’s attention was caught by the low sound of the television. He looked over to find GCN airing what appeared to be a figure of Batman, hanging with a rope around it’s neck on a building. The lower third read “BATMAN DEAD?”

Demetria walked down the stairs and into the living room, tightening the belt on her cozy white bathrobe when she saw Bruce and Alfred staring at the tv. Curious, her eyes darted to the tv when she saw the lower third.

Her blood ran cold with disbelief and shock, heart dropping into her stomach.

The camera cut back to GCN anchor, Mike Engel.

“Be aware, the image is disturbing,” he warned.

The camera then cut to a man dressed in a cheap Batman getup, his plump cheeks spilling out of the cowl. He was sat on the floor of what looked like the back kitchen area of a butcher shop with a silver cart and a large pieces of animal meat hanging behind the victim. He had his hands tied behind them, his face lowered to the game.

“Tell them your name,” the camera man said in a menacing, sing-song voice.

“Brian Douglas,” the fake Batman answered weakly.

“Are you the real Batman?” There was a childish, teasing tone in the voice behind the camera to a point where it was menacing. It was almost as if whoever it was took immense pleasure in this man’s torture.

“No.” Brian was barely hanging on.

“No?” the voice repeated back, almost in a whine to mimic Brian’s pain.

“No.”

“No?” The voice giggled. An arm reached over and pulled the cowl off Brian. “Then why do you dress up like him?” The camera pulled back, the arm dangling the cowl in front of Brian. The voice laughed a stomach curdling “Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”

“Because he’s a symbol...that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you,” Brian retorted with a slight bit of courage in his weak tone.

“Yeah. You do, Brian.” The hand grabbed the side of Brian’s face, the camera coming in close. “You really do.”

The hand pulled the top of Brian’s head as the man whimpered. The hand turned back and stroked Brian’s cheek. “Oh, shh shh shh.”

Demetria shook her head, her stomach growing weak. Bruce’s eyes fixated on the TV, his expression stone cold with eyes colored in disbelief.

“So,” the voice continued on, “you think the Batman's helped Gotham? Hmm?”

Brian didn’t respond.

“LOOK AT ME!”

The roaring voice caused Demetria to jump back, her hand slapping on her mouth.

The camera swung around to reveal the person behind the voice, the sight causing Demetria to yelp, “Jesus Christ!”

The red smeared smile was complimented by his chalk-white foundation and accentuated the long scars on the sides of his face. Two lazily painted black eyeshadow covered his eyes and he revealed his dark yellow teeth.

“You see, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask, and turn himself in.”

It was something behind the clown that Demetria recognized. A memory popped up in her mind, her jaw dropping at the realization.

“Oh, and everyday he doesn’t, people will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

As the camera switched around, the man let out a menacing cackle as Brian screamed in the background. Demetria, overcome with her realization and the man’s grim promise, hurried up the stairs, Bruce and Alfred watching her. Bruce turned off the television and glanced at Alfred who shot him a look. He gave the old man a nod, indicating the message was received.

In their bedroom, Demetria grabbed a notebook from her nightstand as well as a pen. She began writing hurriedly, her cursive handwriting slightly smudged from the pen. Upon finishing, she ripped the page from her notebook and folded it. She reached back into the drawer, grabbing an empty envelope and shoving the folded paper in there. She licked the envelope, sealing tightly with her fingers and placed it back into the drawer.

Just as she went to close the drawer, she heard the door unlock and grabbed her anti-anxiety meds.

Bruce entered the room.

“Everything ok?” he asked, gentle concern laced in his tone.

She waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just that video was, uh, pretty overwhelming to watch. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

He eyed the pilll bottle in her hand. “You know you should probably put that in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”

She chuckled. “You’re right. I’m just used to putting them in nightstand drawer. But considering we’re having a bunch of random people over, I guess you’re right.” She paused, a smirk playing on her lips. “Should I leave some viagra in a little bowl for our older guests trying to impress their much younger dates?”

He sat beside her on the bed, smirking at her. “I don’t have any because I don’t need it.”

She hummed, patting his leg. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He pulled her close, his breath hitting her lips. “Not funny.”

“Oh, but it is. It really is.”

She gave him a chaste kiss, nuzzling her nose against his. “You think maybe we should cancel this party? I mean, I don’t think it’s safe.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Bruce reassured.

She sighed, realizing there was no point in changing his mind. “Then I guess I better continue getting ready.”

He chuckled. “Well, don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

“It’s just...” she stepped back, “I don’t know.” Her fingers toyed the robed belt. “I figured you’d cancel the party and we could spend the night in here...” She continued to move back toward the bathroom area, throwing off the robe to reveal her naked body to him. “And I’d let you do whatever you want to me. But since you won’t cancel it...” She shrugged. “Oh well.”

Bruce could feel his pants grow a little tight and he was ready to have her pay the price. His hungry eyes stayed on her, like a lion ready to pounce on it’s prey. “You get back here. Right. Now.”

She shook her head. “I have to get ready.” She pointed to the tent in his pants. “I suggest you take care of that situation before you leave this room.”

She grabbed the robe from the floor and closed the door behind her, locking it so Bruce wouldn’t try anything.

She exhaled and ran a hand through her damp hair. She wasn’t sure how long this party would last, but she had to make sure Batman got her letter.

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Bruce waited outside near the helicopter landing pad, his hands in his pockets. He watched as the navy blue sky took over the sunset, but once he turned his head, his breath was taken away by an even more beautiful sight.

Demetria walked out on to the helicopter landing pad, her black hair in an updo with long, curled strands of hair framing her face. Her navy blue gown was strapless with a subtle reverse sweetheart neckline, and hugged her small curves just right before flowing out on to the floor. Her makeup stayed on the subtle side with her eyeliner and mascara accentuating her warm, emerald green eyes and her Goldilocks lips were the perfect shade of pink.

“Is it too much?” she asked, stopping in her tracks. She put a hand on her stomach, feeling the knot inside tightening. Her face fell into a panic. “Oh shit, it is, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his thumb grazing her cheek as he smiled at her adoringly. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

Color filled her cheeks as her pink lips curved into a bashful smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Wayne.”

His lips gently crashed on to hers as he cradled the side of her face. For a moment, as they relished in their kiss, the world was still and time froze. Neither of them could remember the last time they shared such a moment, but they truly savored it while they still could.

Bruce pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, his lips hovering over hers. “For the record, you still owe me from before.”

She hummed against his lips. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

He smirked at her. “You’re lucky I like you. C’mon, let’s go.”

He took her hand in his, leading her onto the helicopter. The pilot helped her up first, Bruce following right after. As the two sat in the back, Demetria turned to him. “What’s the point of doing this again?”

He took her hand once again. “Grand entrances are fun. Plus, wait til’ you see the view from above.”

He felt her latch on to his arm as the sound of the choppers roared in. Soon enough, the helicopter began rising, the weight of the ground lifting. As it took off into Gotham City, Demetria watched the twinkling city below her.

As childish as it seemed, Demetria felt like Jasmine did on that magic carpet with Aladdin. Seeing Gotham from a bird’s eye view, the city looked beautiful and peaceful.

Bruce relished in watching his fiancé’s amazement, hoping he could make her feel this way for the rest of their lives.

She looked over at him. “You were right. This is incredible.”

She scooted closer to him, leaning back on his shoulder as she continued to look out the window. Bruce pressed a kiss to her temple, reaching his hand over to hers on her lap, clasping them.

Both stayed in the moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

But once the helicopter scoured every inch part of Gotham, it was time to descend back onto the landing pad.

Bruce helped Demetria off the helicopter. Her eyes shifted to the once empty ballroom which was now filled with a large crowd inside staring at her. Her chest grew heavy, palms sweating.

“They’re staring at us,” she told Bruce.

He took her hand. “They see how you beautiful you look”. He gave it squeeze. “Remember, I’ve got you.”

She nodded and exhaled softly as the two made their way inside.

She followed him as the door opened to the gala room. All eyes stayed on them. She flashed a closed mouth smile at partygoers until her eyes met Harvey’s. It wasn’t until his familiar, warm smile that hers became more genuine and honest.

“Sorry we’re late,” Bruce announced. “Glad you started without us!” He let go of Demetria’s hand, clapping his together. “Where's Rachel?!”

Demetria eye’s turned to Rachel, who cringed slightly.

Bruce motioned to her. “Rachel Dawes- my oldest friend. When she told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say... ‘the guy from those god-awful campaign commercials? 'I Believe in Harvey Dent?' Nice slogan, Harvey.”

As the crowd chuckled, Demetria’s smile faltered even more. She was thrown off by the Bruce that was speaking. It was like the second his hand left hers, he’d become another man. He’d become like everyone else in the crowd - pompous and slightly arrogance.

He’s putting on a show for them, she thought to herself. This is not the real him.

“Certainly caught Rachel's attention,” Bruce went on. “But then I started paying attention to Harvey, and all he's been doing as our new D.A., and you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. On his watch, Gotham can feel a little safer. A little more optimistic. But what he’s done for Gotham isn’t just the only good thing Harvey Dent has done.”

He then shifted his tone and his gaze, now looking at Demetria who’s heart dropped to her stomach.

“Harvey convinced his good friend from college, Demetria Gallagher, to move to Gotham,” Bruce continued, smiling at her. “It’s because of Harvey and Rachel that I was introduced to the love of my life.”

The crowd let out a collective “aw” as Demetria gave him a small smile.

“I spent years thinking I’d never find the ‘one’.” He turned back to the crowd. “I figured if I’m never gonna find her, why not have some fun? And I did.”

The crowd laughed. Demetria rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Then I ran into Rachel having a lunch with this beautiful woman and I couldn’t help myself. I asked her three times to have dinner with me.” Bruce shifted his attention to Demetria, taking her hand in his. “While I will never know who or what convinced you to say ‘yes’, all I know is that from the moment I left that dinner, I knew this witty, kind, beautiful woman was who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Demetria, to say you are my heart and my soul is simply not enough. There will never be enough words or adjectives or uses of symbolism to describe how much you mean to me and how happy you make me. I love you more than anything.”

The crowd, once again, “awed” as he pecked Demetria’s cheek. He then grabbed two glasses of champagne off the server’s tray, handing one to Demetria. He then turned back to the crowd, raising his glass. “To-.”

“I just want to say something really quickly,” Demetria spoke up, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “If that’s, ok?”

Bruce smiled, her sudden burst of confidence bringing him pride. “By all means.”

She turned to the crowd. “You all know Harvey as your DA, but I know him as my confidant, my greatest friend, and above all, my family. He’s also my get out of jail free card, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Everyone laughed as Harvey shook his head. Demetria turned to her best friend, her smile fading a bit.

“Harvey, you’re selflessness and dedication to making Gotham City a safer one for its citizens is not just admirable, but also inspirational. You fight for the voiceless, the scared, and for those who want to make their home a better place. You’re one of the reasons Gotham has a brighter future.”

“So get out your checkbooks and let's make sure that he stays right where all of Gotham wants him,” Bruce toasted. “All except Gotham's criminals, of course. To the face of Gotham's bright future- Harvey Dent.”

Everyone toasted and took a sip of their champagne.

As the crowd went back to their party, Bruce turned to Demetria.

“I’m going to go outside for a bit,” he told her, pecking her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She opened her mouth to protest but it was too late - he’d wandered off. She sighed, wondering how he could he just leave her to fend for herself at their first gala together. She took a sip of her champagne, giving up and giving in to the situation at hand.

“You’re a very lucky woman,” an elderly woman marveled. “And quite adorable. I bet Martha would’ve loved you.”

“Thank you, that’s so kind,” Demetria remarked. “Were you a friend of hers?”

“We were both on the chair for many charities. Such a wonderful woman. If you’re interested, I would love to bring you aboard some of them and get you acquainted.”

“I would love that! I’m actually working with the boy’s home and helping them with renovations and whatnot.”

“How wonderful!”

“I’ve also expressed interest in helping them with schooling and whatnot.”

The gleam in the woman’s eyes softened. “Oh...really, now?”

“Yeah, I would love to do some teaching.”

“She’s going to do a fantastic job,” Harvey remarked, chiming in. He threw his hand around Demetria’s shoulders. “Those kids are going to be well looked after thanks to her.”

“I don’t doubt that,” the woman agreed before walking off.

Demetria turned to Harvey. “I think she realized I wasn’t one of them.”

“Who cares?” he shrugged. “But forgetting that, you’re seriously going to become a teacher?”

“I brought it up to Monsignor O’Malley about the possibility of teaching English. Besides, it would give me something to do that I actually like. You know, talking to them about novels and what it means to express yourself in your writing.”

“That’s fantastic!” Harvey remarked. “You would be perfect for that.”

“I hope so. How are you handling this...whatever it is?”

He sighed. “I’m...just here. How about you?”

“I wanna go into my bedroom and go under the covers and wait til’ everyone leaves.”

“Well for what it’s worth, you look beautiful tonight.”

“I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Bruce is very lucky.”

“Yeah, he should be. But he decided to give up on the party.”

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows as Demetria motioned her head to the outside. He then turned his head, the two watching Bruce and Rachel engage in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Demetria wondered aloud.

He quickly glanced over and took a look sip of his champagne. “Probably nothing.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she eyed Harvey. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I��m not.”

“You’re getting defensive.”

“And you’re annoying me.”

“After that heartfelt speech I gave, that’s the thanks I get?”

“It was alright.”

She punched him in the shoulder, causing him to cringe. “Asshole. I gave a beautiful speech.”

He rubbed his shoulder. “Well, hopefully it will be just a nice ad one you’ll give at my wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Shut the fuck up. You proposed to Rachel?”

“Not yet. I’m planning to.”

Her mouth hung open as she leaned in close. “Holy shit, dude! When?!”

“Well first there are some things I gotta-.”

“So you two are friends, yes?” another female guest inquired, cutting him off. Her arm was linked with a man who looked at least 20 years older than she did.

Harvey and Demetria turned to her. “We most certainly are,” Demetria agreed, pinching his cheek.

“So how long ago did you two date?” one man remarked, chuckling.

Harvey and Demetria’s eyes went wide.

“We never have,” Harvey answered.

The man elbowed Harvey, laughing. “Aw, c’mon son. It’s alright.”

“He’s basically my brother,” Demetria said.

The man shook his head as he and his concerned date turned away. Demetria and Harvey turned to each other.

“Oh my god these people suck,” she giggled to Harvey. “At least they’ll fund you.”

“Yeah, I could give a shit,” he retorted.

“Mind if I steal him for a bit?” Rachel asked, chiming in.

“By all means,” Demetria motioned.

Harvey and Rachel went off when Demetria noticed Bruce still standing outside. She made her way out.

“Doing ok there?”

Bruce turned to her, smiling. “So far, so good.”

“I love you but you’re not the best liar,” she chuckled, her fingers gently combing his hair. “Babe, if you want to leave, say the word and we’ll sneak out. We can go anywhere.”

“Tempting,” he remarked, smirking. “Where do you propose we go?”

She cocked her head back, shoulders shrugging. “Anywhere. We could literally get in a car and go anywhere we want.” She paused. “Anywhere you want.”

Bruce’s body turned to face her, giving her his full undivided attention. She set her glass down on the railing.

“While I think it’s sweet that you threw this for Harvey, I don’t want to be alone in a room with people I don’t know let alone give a shit about. I would rather be with you in the middle of nowhere where we don’t have to pretend we’re people that we’re not.”

His smile faltered, his eyes going to the ground. Demeteria shoulders tightened, fear creeping into her now uneasy stomach.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “What did I do?”

He shook his head. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s...” He sighed. “I never want to keep anything from you.”

“What have you been keeping from me?” she questioned, her voice low

He scanned the area as well as the inside of the ballroom. Realizing he wasn’t the safest, let alone most secure place, he leaned closer toward her. “I’ll go in the bedroom and grab a couple things. Go tell Alfred we’re heading out. We’ll meet at the elevator, alright?”

“Bruce-.”

He kissed her cheek and made his way inside. Bruce pushed through the crowd, fielding attempts of conversation from partygoers. She threw her hands up in defeat as an annoyed exhale left her mouth.

“At least we’re leaving,” she muttered under her breath.

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In their bedroom, Bruce grabbed a set of keys for one of the cars from his safe in their closet. Realizing it was probably best to bring her anxiety med, he went into the medicine cabinet only to find it wasn’t there.

He then remembered her saying she always kept it in the drawer in her nightside table.

Figuring she put it back, he went over to it and opened the drawer and there it was. When he pulled it out, he noticed an envelope underneath with ‘For Batman’ written on it.

He quickly glanced back at the door to make sure the door was closed. He then set down the bag and opened the envelope to find a handwritten letter.

My Night Friend ,

There’s something you need to know about that viral video of the copycat.

I recognize the kitchen in the video. It’s the Fatted Calf on East 28th. A guy I briefly saw in college worked there and I hung out with him in the kitchen while he was closing up the shop.

What people don’t know is that there’s a secret room. The guy told me the owner had it made to be used as a bomb shelter back in the day. It’s located right beside the freezer. If you can get into the boss’ office, there’s a special key inside a safe that can open the door. The Joker may be taking shelter in there.

Take what you will with this information. I hope it serves you well.

Sincerely,

Your Rooftop Friend

Bruce’s couldn’t believe what he was reading. His fiancé, the love of his life, was helping the Batman. The severity of the situation as well as time the huge piece of information made him realize he needed to get both of them out of the penthouse and into the Batcave. He could explain everything to her there.

Shoving the letter into the bag, he zipped it up and made his way to the door when something on the security camera screen made him stop.

It was The Joker followed by some henchmen.

He threw the bag in the closet hurriedly, closing the door, and made his way to the party. Seeing Harvey Dent close by talking to Rachel, he figured he’d had enough time to get Harvey to safety and then grab Demetria.

He came up behind Harvey, putting Harvey in a headlock as Rachel’s eyes widened in fear.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed.

“They’re coming for him,” Bruce said, using his Batman voice. “Go grab her and get yourselves to safety.”

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Demetria spotted Alfred near the wall area. She made her way over, catching the old man’s attention.

“There you Miss Gallagher,” he greeted. “Are you having fun?”

“I feel like a zoo animal. I’ve had more people stare at me than actually talk to me. Anyway, Bruce and I are heading out.”

Alfred chuckled. “You and Master Wayne are a truly perfect fit.”

She eyed the room before leaning closer toward Alfred. “Alfred, he said he had something he’d been meaning to tell me. Any idea what it could be?”

Just then, the sound of a single gunshot silence the room. Everyone turned, including Demetria and Alfred, to see The Joker, the man from the video, enter the ballroom with his posse of men behind him wearing clown masks.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted in a sing-song voice.

His posse pointed guns at the crowd, a silent order to step back. The crowd formed a circle around The Joker.

Alfred, who was a few rows behind the crowd, stood in front of Demetria.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered to her.

She watched from behind his shoulder.

The sound of tray hitting the ground, broke the silence. The Joker looked back for a moment before turning back to the crowd.

“We are...tonight’s entertainment.” He grabbed a piece of shrimp from a table, stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around. “Only one question - where is Harvey Dent?”

He eyed around, pointing the gun at a group of women before ripping one of their glasses of champagne from their hands and taking a swig of it. He set back on the table and began questioning those he passed, occasionally grabbing at them.

“You know where Harvey is? Do you know who he is?”

He squeezed one guy’s cheek. “Do you know where Harvey is? I need to talk to him about something. Something little.”

He went up to an old white man. “You know I’ll settle for his loved ones.”

Meanwhile, Demetria felt someone grab her hand. She turned to find Rachel.

“We need to get you out of here,” Rachel whispered.

Demetria went to follow Rachel when she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweetcheeks?” one of the masked men retorted.

He grabbed Demetria, despite her attempts to break free. Her heart rate quickened, stomach growing weak as the man pushed her in front of the crowd.

“Hey boss!” He called out. “It’s her!”

The Joker turned to her, his fixation on her making her blood run cold. She stood frozen and helpless. He got into her face. “So this is the future Mrs. Wayne. You’re also Harvey Dent’s best friend.”

He grabbed Demetria’s face, cradling it forcefully.

“Harvey is your best friend, isn’t he? Your buddy ol pal?” He let out a vicious cackle. “Possibly an old lover? An unrequited love? Either way, you’re somewhat of an asset to him.”

She moved her eyes, looking around as the crowd watched her in fear.

“C'mere, look at me.”

She whimpered, closing her eyes.

He tightened his grip on her hair “LOOK AT ME!”

She yelped, opening her eyes as tears filled to the brim.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh shh, shh, shh,” he hushed her teasingly. “Well you look upset.” He asked, pointing to scars on his mouth with his knife. “Is it these? Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got ‘em?”

She didn’t have time to answer, at least he didn’t bother to give her a chance to. She went to move her head when he grabbed her again. “Hey, look at me.”

She stopped moving, her eyes on him. “So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks.”

She squirmed when The Joker pulled her back. “One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself. ”

She squeaked, frightened as he put the knife to his scars.

“And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!”

He pulled her back, took the knife, and slashed her forearm, the sharp stinging, sensation causing her to let out a blood curdling scream. She collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling down her arm and onto the marble floor.

Demetria couldn’t move, her body frozen, mind unable to process what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, her chest stinging in pain and her head growing lightheaded as the Joker stepped on her bleeding arm.

“Please help me,” she begged in between her hyperventilating. “Please...I’m...I can’t...help!”

“Why doesn’t Harvey Dent come save his best friend?!” The Joker called out.

“Let her go!”

Rachel made her way. The Joker stomped on Demetria’s arm one last time.

Alfred rushed to her side. “Deep breaths, Miss,” he whispered. “Deep breaths.”

“Alfred...I’m gonna....don’t let me...”

“You’re going to be alright.”

“Step back!” one of the masked henchman ordered, pointing a gun at Alfred.

Alfred held up his hands stepping back from Demetria. The henchman walked away as Demetria continued to hyperventilate.

She was going to die in front of everyone. Her vision became blurry, her breath uncontrollable. She watched in what she thought would be her final moments Batman attack The Joker.

In and out of blackness, she heard glass shatter followed by footsteps.

Tears strolled down her face as she struggled to breathe, trying to hold on to whatever breath she had left, her body shivering. Alfred rushed to her once again.

“Don’t just stand there!” he cried out. “Someone call a bloody ambulance!”

He gave Demetria his hand, which she held onto tightly.

“Stay with me,” he told her. “Stay with me.”

But she wasn’t sure how long she could last. Between the chest pains and the pains from her wound and the light-headedness, she was barely holding on.

How badly she wanted to see Bruce....and how could he leave her like this?

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achillesunly · 2 years

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So I've read Pride and Prejudice this last few days,

and it's a *delightful* book, and I'm so surprised coz usually I despise classics (Im lookin at u Zola you son of a bitch and you too Forster it's too damn long and I'm bored) and Austen is just so nice to read and it's funny and gasp-inducer and now I want to talk in classic English but I unfortunately cannot hold the hope of the idea of practicing such a speaking manner for it is to make me far too jumpy and irritated, without giving proper rest for my nerves.

And I kinda want to have what they had coz the scene of, at netherfield like, with the letters and miss bingley and the argument, well basically actually every encounter where they try to fuck the other up i-the FLAVOUR LMAOO the enemies to lovers was so fucken strong I'm -god I wanna write essais on this IF ONLY MY PROFESSORS WOULD LET ME DO IT FOR MY CREDITS,I SH-, I'm ready for a man to try me I'll fuck him up then we'll fight and resolve it with the most graceful shit and then, we'll settle in his nicey castle bro.

(it hurts to read such masterpiece and then go back to writing of our time. Like what you're reading rn. It hurts, doesn't it? )

Anyways fellas

So I looked for the tag on Tumblr to laugh at Darcy naturally, BUT there aren't much posts on the BOOK rather on the MOVIEs (2005)

So Ive watched it

Well

It's much shorter obv but I'd take the same cast and make them do a movie of fourteen hours long to cover the book from start to finish they re so good

In the book the romance is much explained (very well so don't get me wrong it's very good, with references and hints and grace it's beautiful very so very good sometimes I lost it and straight up ran my garden up and down a few times) rather in the movie it's more felt

I think a mix of both would atteint perfection absolutely but damn.

(I mean I know in movies you can SHOW so it's easier to make audience FEEL, but it's no excuse miss Austen, because I have read Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, and let me tell you good madam, I have felt things I never knew then and now how to explain and it made me cry and blush and so much more).

((I would be so down to talk about the book (and movie maybe) for hours on end, it's graceful and the writing must have taken so damn long given the actually phrasing and grammar and choice of words I cannot. It has ugh i. it's so. I DONT HAVE WORDS. I have so many favourite passages jesus. Tho the ones where we don't have otp shit are obv much more boring but yaknow, gotta make the characters live and grow imaright. I want to have something delicate like that in life and to like. Feel it. Actually live it must be . Wow. I cannot express in words. Yes))

Speaking of the book again. I sat there like. Damn. Whenever there were a Mr Darcy mentionned I was JDHEH YES MISTA DAURCY I love this emo introvert bastard so much hugh and ELIZABETH WHATA WOMAN good gracious

If anyone wants to watch it here is the link from where I just did, and I strongly encourage you to do so, but not as much as I encourage you to read the fuckin book you whores:

https://fsharetv.co/movie/pride-&-prejudice-episode-1-tt0414387

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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Chapter 3 - Unexpected texts

Synopsys: The name of the series is super random, don't mind me. Reader is a postgraduate student at NYU, made a docuseries on her research, and the show got picked up by Netflix. She goes on a press tour and meets Tom on a ‘chat show’. They get together and she decides to stay for a few days in London with him. This could be an amazing few days or more? It’s been interesting writing how they’ll deal with distance and tight schedules once ‘honeymoon’ is over...

Heads up: my first language is Portuguese, so that might explain some things here - of course, I wrote thinking about myself hahaha

Warnings for the series: mention of illicit drugs, angst caused by distance, smut (next chapters, very explicit), anxiety caused by paparazzi, and rude random people taking photos.

Other than that, this is just my guilty pleasure writing so lots of caring sweet Tom and fluffiness.

Chapter 1 - A new city

Chapter 2 - Show time

Chapter 3 - Unexpected texts

This is 2.4k words (approximately)

Later, you were just laying in your hotel room and watching some tv, or telly how they say over here. You wanted to get some sleep and maybe call your parents to tell them about the day. It was so crazy, you didn’t think they’d quite grasp how crazy, but you wanted to include them anyway. I guess maybe especially because of that. Tomorrow you guys had to be at the station super early for the Radio 1 Breakfast with Greg James. 6 o’clock you thought it was that David had told you. You might as well check with him and set an alarm already. So you went to grab you phone for texting him and got a text from an unknown number.

The contact you had saved as “Tom Holland” (with the air quote marks) was calling on Facetime. Shit. This couldn’t be him. Could it? Have you even given your personal number to the producer at Graham? Shit. Just answer it and kill Lukas. You pressed the green button and the screen was dark. There was some music in the background, but it was a little muffled. And sure enough, there he was. Smiling at the phone slightly bellow his eye level. He’s hot. You look like shit with zero makeup and your hair in a crazy pony tail.

“Hi!” He said laughing. “Do you believe me now?”

“Hi…this is embarrassing. Sorry! I have the worst friends and is just like them to try to pull a prank on me because of this” You answered.

“No worries, darling. I’m a little sad you’d think me texting you is laughable though.” He joked.

“You know what I mean! Like I said, Tom Hanks wanting to work together I would have an easier time believing.” You laughed.

“Maybe I want to work together. By the way, I’m glad you did, but for future reference, you probably shouldn’t use your personal number for these things.” He advised you.

“Well, it’s not like I have more than one number so…” You told him.

“Your agent’s then.” He clarified.

“I don’t have an ‘agent’.” You emphasized the last word.

“Well, you should probably get one then, darling. Trust me on this one.” He was walking and the music got louder for an instant and then muffled again. Looks like a bar or the outside of a bar at least.

“Are you in a bar?” You asked him laughing.

“Excuse me, not a bar, a PUB. And no, I’m on the sidewalk of a pub, actually. Going home.” He said. “And you are…?”

You were kind of getting what he wanted from you and that was kind of annoying actually. He’s a movie star for god’s sake. Can’t he get a girl in whatever pub he’s at right now? “Busy actually.” You answered him.

“Oh sorry. Terrible timing, huh? I asked for your number this afternoon, after the show. But the bloody PA just sent me it right now. He might lose his job for this. Took him a lot of convincing, ya know?” He was talking and walking, you could see he was clearly trying to start a conversation and all that in the middle of the street.

“So you just got it and couldn’t wait to text me huh?” You teased.

“Kind of, yeah. The two pints probably helped me build the nerve. I’m not usually like this. I barely facetime my friends.” He told you.

“And in the middle of the street. If you get mugged, I don’t want to be accounted.” You were relaxing a bit and sat on the bed leaning on the headboard. He laughed at your joke. Maybe he was just drunk and not really after a booty call. “I thought you british were famous for spending nights at the pub. Why you leaving so early, anyway?” You asked.

“Got to get up early tomorrow for a work out.” He answered simply.

“Of course you do” You said.

“And I much rather talk to you too.” He said.

Silence. What do you answer to that? Is he flirting with you? He’s definitely flirting with you.

“Ahem” He cleared his throat. “I really did liked your show, you know? It’s really something.” He said.

“You did? Thank you. Means a lot.” You said. “I’m still shocked it’s getting this much attention, to be honest.”

“Why? I’m shocked no one’s done it before. Is such a good idea. But maybe if they’ve done it, it wouldn’t be the same. Cause your presenting is probably what makes it that good.” He had stopped walking and you could hear keys juggling in his hand. “I live really close to the pub. I know” He laughed and you laughed back. “Hey!” He said to someone outside the screen and started to walk up stairs.

“Do you live with someone else? Your parents?” You asked.

“Uhh…no, no. I mean yeah, my mates Harrison and Tuwaine and my brother Harry. It’s just Tuwaine and his girlfriend downstairs though, I think.” He told you while taking off his shoes.

“Hey don’t go cockblock your friend now” You laughed.

“Never. And always.” He joked back. “Thought you’d be out enjoying London tonight, or were you planning on going out later?” He asked you in a thick accent.

“What? No, I’m a serious business girl. No time for shenanigans” You said laughing, so he’d know you were joking.

“Shenanigans” He laughed back. “Your English is better than mine you know?”

“Oh I’m sure” You answered sarcastically. “Flattering will get you far, but lying will not”

“I’m serious. If you haven’t said it today I’d think you’re American. You kind of have a New Yorker accent” He said.

“Yeah? ‘Fuhgeddaboudit’” You said in a thick accent and you laughed together. It was fun talking to him.

“What other languages do you speak?” He asked you when you stopped laughing.

“Portuguese, English…Spanish, Italian, a little bit, and German” You answered while counting your fingers.

“No way. Say something in German. By the way, I’m still here, I’ll just change these clothes.” He said while putting the phone on the nightstand and getting out of the frame. He was taking off his clothes, you thought. And he wanted you to say something in German.

“Nennen sie das Ärger?” You said, without thinking everything through.

“Now say the same in Portuguese” You heard his voice but didn’t see him.

“É isso que eles chamam de problema?” You said again.

“Yeah, portuguese is defenitely sexier.” He laughed and grabbed the phone again to sit on the bed. He was shirtless and with his head on the headboard of the bed. “What did you said anyway?”

“Excuse me, I wasn’t aware I’d have to translate it.” You mocked being offended.

“Oh so it WAS dirty. I thought I was imagining.” He teased you.

“You’re smooth.” You shook your head. “I’m still not saying it. You’ll just have to learn Portuguese, or German.”

“I’ll learn Portuguese if you teach me.” He said. “How long are you here for?”

“Just till tomorrow.” You said. “Flying back to New York tomorrow night.”

“More interviews?” He asked.

“Tomorrow’s the last one actually. But I’m traveling with David, he makes the show with me, and I’ve kept him from his fiancé long enough. That and we have to prepare for big meeting with executives next week, you know find an agent and stuff.”

“I could talk to my agent if you want to, he’s an actors agent but maybe he knows someone for other kinds of jobs” He said. “You don’t have a fiancé to get back to, do you?”

“No. No fiancé or jobs for that matter.” You laughed. “And I’m not even sure what kind of jobs would those be.”

“Publicity deals. If I had a brand, I’d want you to be the face of it. It’s the face of diversity and youth, isn’t it? It’s a beautiful face” He said.

“The face of diversity and youth?” You laughed. “Now you’re the one confusing me with Tom Hanks” You joked and he laughed out loud. “I could use some friendly recommendation though, on the agent thing. I don’t even know where to start looking and sounds like the type of thing you don’t want to ask the wrong people” You added.

“Yeah, sure. He’ll know someone for sure.”

“Thank you”

“Glad to help! Really!” He smiled at you. “So where you going tomorrow?”

“Breakfast show at Radio 1. Greg James I think” You answered.

“Oh he’s great! We were there today. You’ll have a great time! It’s a bit early, no? Am I keeping you from sleep? Do you want to hang up?” He was cute, all concern and stuff.

“Yes, yes and no. I’m enjoying you keeping me from sleep.” You said. Maybe it was the time, but that was kind of bold Ana. Good job?

“Good. I’m enjoying it too.” He said while you were getting under the duvet, getting cozy. “Are you enjoying London? What’s your favorite place so far?”

“I loved what I’ve seen from the car window” You answered sadly. “And all the studios we’ve seen.” You laughed a little. “But since we’ve landed it’s been go go go.”

“That’s a great song though.”

“I can’t believe you got that reference.” You said surprised. You love The Maine.

“I love The Maine. Honest. ‘Where I come from you learn to make the best of things’”

“‘But honey since we’ve met you know you’ve had the best of me’” You mock singed together and laughed when you finished the verse.

“OH MY GOD DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME?” He joked while laughing.

“YES! AND WE CAN GET ON THE ROAD CHASING INDIE BANDS ON TOUR?” You joked back.

“I mean, that’s the dream, that’s the dream.” He said. “I can’t believe that you haven’t seen London though. Wish you’d stay longer, I could take you some places. If you’d like, of course” He said.

“Don’t you have work? I though movie stars didn’t have time for tourism in their own home town” You teased.

“I’m sure movie stars don’t. Good thing I’m not one.” He said smirking.

“Ok, and where would you take me then?” You asked. Where you really contemplating extending your trip just right now? Get a grip on yourself woman.

“Uh, I don’t know. Parks?”

“Parks?” You laughed.

“And pubs.” He laughed too. “To be honest those are the only places I go to when I’m home. I take my dog on walks and drink with friends.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad life to me.”

“No, I guess not.”

You guys kept talking for hours about everything and nothing. Favorite music, food, drinks, spots for each of those in different cities. You lived in NY but had lived in Berlin before and he was interested in that and you were very interested to hear about the places he’d been, but mostly about London.

“So you actually live here?” You asked him.

“What you mean? London? Yeah.”

“But don’t you work more in LA and stuff? You have a place there too?”

“Uh, no, actually. I don’t work there as much. No as much to justify getting a place anyway. If I’m honest, I haven’t stayed in the same place for too much time, unless I’m off work. And then I’ll be here. Closer to the family. Friends. You know.” He told you.

“That’s nice. It sucks to be away all the time”

“You probably know what I mean. There was a time I was considering getting a place in LA, you know, that whole Hollywood thing. And I was kind of seeing someone there at the time, so that might have had some influence in the decision. We were looking at houses and they were amazing, huge and crazily luxurious.”

“You were going to move in together?”

“No, she was just helping me look for places. Anyway, it didn’t worked out and in the mean time I found this house here so it was for the better I think.” He was opening up to you. “That’s really not for me. That whole life. Mansions, cars, the paparazzi.”

“Listen, I’m not sure how to break it to you. But you might not have chosen the best work line then.” You joked.

“No joke” He laughed. “I know it’s part of the job. At some extent. But I don’t need to go looking for trouble too. This way I’ll just deal with all that when I’m at the states and here I can focus on something else. Spend that money with something else. Spend my time with people that I actually care about and care about me. You know?”

“I like your mind” You said without thinking and there was a while of silence between the two of you.

“I think that’s the best compliment I ever gotten” He said.

“Shut up. You know what I mean.” You blushed.

“I know. And that’s why.” He smiled. “I like your mind too. I like that you don’t filter it. You’re genuine” You had blushed and closed your eyes at his compliment. When you opened them he was smiling at you. “You have the most amazing green eyes, you know that? They’re beautiful. And smile too. I love your smile.” You turned your head to the side, like you didn’t understand what he was saying, but you did. You were only studying him.

“Where you getting at Holland?”

“Can I see you tomorrow? Will you have sometime after your interview?” He asked.

“Yeah. I have the day actually, my flight is not until 11 at night, I think. When you want to meet?”

“I can pick you up right after and we can grab some lunch, sounds good?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect” You said and looked at the clock, it was 02:38 in the morning. “But I should probably try and get some sleep now, or I won’t be a real person tomorrow.” He touched the screen on his phone, probably looking at time himself.

“Shit, that’s late. Sorry, I didn’t felt the time” He apologized.

“Me neither” You smiled. You wanted to say more, like how amazing it was talking to him and that’s why time flew like that, how you haven’t felt that in many years. But you didn’t.

“Okay, I’ll let you go now. See you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Holland” He laughed. “What?”

“I like how you call me by my last name. Sounds good. See you tomorrow (y/l/n)”

“I liked how mine sounded in your English accent”

“Yeah? Did I pronounce it right?” He laughed.

“Close enough” You laughed. “Alright, good-bye now”

“Tchau” He said while you hanged up, catching you by surprise.

You couldn’t believe what just happened. Oh boy indeed. You were sure you weren’t even going to be able to sleep tonight, smiling in the dark to yourself like that. Get a grip woman.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot

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s-mething-mbti · 3 years

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Hello! I just found this blog, I am so happy! I am sorry for the verry long ask here but could you help me figuring myself out??

Before starting, I am a 20 y. o girl and I have anxiety disorders... Also, I am not really fluent in English. As I can read and understand very well, writing is always a bit tricky...!

1. I first took tests (I saw somewhere it would be more appropriate to say "questionnaire" as there is no good or wrong answer, but I don't really know haha). I got INFP, and just went with it. A year later I took other tests and got the same results, but I did not really think it "clicked" as I thought these tests did not take enough into account...

So I tried looking into cognitive functions, kept a record of some of my behaviours and why I reacted some ways... But the more I looked into it, the less I could narrow down to fewer things. Thus I figured I could need help in order to find at least a direction for searching ^^'

2. I absolutely love reading the same books over and over again, watching all over again the same series to the point I know them by heart. I could go all day binge-watch or binge-reading the for the 15th time the same thing. I also love reading reactions from people about these same series / books! I also absolutely love daydreaming. Many times, I stop every 5 pages or 6 minutes of watching to run in my flat to get a shoot of fantasies (sometimes fueled by what I was just watching/reading). Outside from home, I love going to bookshops (2 to 3 times a week, preferably during off-peak hours, I am not comfortable at all in crowded places).

3. I kind of think I am not someone really pleasant to live with. I speak a lot, I love speaking, but I don't listen (mostly because I can't concentrate on it, I am focused on showing I am interested in what I am not listening to by noddind or maintaining eye-contact, and also a lot of times at home because I don't care). In fact, I can only concentrate on what is said if it involves one of the things I read or watch again and again or if it is a subject I really like. Also, at home, I tend not to do what I am told, because I want to show that I could have thought about it and done it by myself. However, when I am outside, with other people, I am unable to say "no", even if I end up not doing it, or I find excuses not to do it or not to accept it and feel bad about it.

4. My friends, and even my mother, told me I was very kind, bordering too kind. Taking in account what I said in (3.) I don't understand how they can think that...

5. Leadership: I really dislike taking leadership. I don't want and am scared to impose my view on others (and most of the time I just have nothing to say, head empty). At school I hated group work except if it led to an oral exam (oral exam alone is worse than everything, I cry in front of everyone, so if someone can speak with me or for me it is better). However, if no one gives direction, I take the very minimal lead because otherwise the work would not be done at all and we would spend hours looking at each other (I would only say "I could do that, what are you most confortable doing? And I can also reshape/review the text at the end if you want" ). The only thing I am confident with in group work is proof-reading, I love correcting mistakes, in fact I can't let a mistake pass if I see one (I must be so annoying...).

Self-expression: I love saying how I feel to my close friends, like I want them to validate my feelings. I often ask "how are you" firstly out of courtesy, and secondly because they will ask me in turn and thus I can say everything I want to say. In fact it is often self-pitying. But if someone tells me to move on because it would not make things change, I might start being harsh or lash-out. At the end of the conversation or after parting, I almost every time feel bad because I finally notice that I did not ask anything or enough to my friend, and that it is wrong.

Also, I rarely interact with people on the bus or in the streets even if I sometimes really would like to. But if I do so it is mostly in order to show that I have knowledge on the subject in question, and only after that in kindness.

However, I hate asking people to do something for me (except little things like passing me the salt or giving me a glass of water). If I do so, I fear that people are reluctant to do it, or do it because they have to. I would prefer if they proposed it by themselves and if I could be really sure that they are doing it because they want to.

6. Novelty : it would be true to say i dislike change or novelty. Several facts: when I was 2 or 3, I didn't like watching new movies, so my mom had to put them in background, and I would pick interest later. In primary school I cried an awful lot because we were throwing away our broken sofa. At the end of middle school, I didn't want to go to high school because I felt better as things were. Same thing at the end of high school, and same again at the end of my 3rd year of university. Right now, new metro lines are in construction. I think of metro network as my playground (I love taking the metro), and the fact that the network as I know it will change somewhat makes me uncomfortable. I always prefered how things "were before". (I think it feels kind of confortable this way)

7. I procrastinate a lot. So much in fact. I hate being late because it is disrespectful, but I am always just on-time or late. I am also disorganised and can't follow plannings. I guess I am too lazy...

Another thing is that I am obsessed with identity. Pinpointing who I really am has been an obsession for many years. If I could be unique by knowing who I am, it would be a great accomplishement to me. When I was young, I would have an obsession for wearing items of a certain color because it was my trademark. Same for favorite animal or favorite season. It leads me to be quite envious at times.

Also, I often think of what impact my behaviour might have on others. For example at school, I would come back several times (but not all times) for exams if I was not too sick because otherwise I would have had more time to study with no drawbacks, and it would be unjust to the others. I also care a lot about what people would think about me, even if it does not really seem to be the case after everything that has been said haha.

Finally, I have a strange relationship with helping others. I really would like to help, because it is the right thing to do and it is kind, but when a situation presents itself I think "ugh why me". If I turn a blind eye, I feel like a monster. If I help and fail I feel bad. If I help and succeed I feel really good and proud of myself, but these situations should not occur too many times as they make me feel anxious before, during and after. On the other end, I am very bad at comforting, and often do it badly. I don't like seeing people cry, it hurts, but otherwise I don't understand how people feel.

Well, after writing this I have the impression of being a complete paradox and not someone to speak to hahaha! I have so many things to change in order to be more pleasant to live with!

Well... sorry for the long text! And thank you for everything!

I’m leaning towards ISFJ.

I’m seeing strong Si/weak Ne. You gave several examples to show you’re much more comfortable with what’s familiar, and resistant to change. Re-reading/watching media, trouble letting go of familiar items, your mom playing movies in the background until they were familiar enough for you to enjoy - all strong examples of Si throughout your whole life. Also, your first example of familiar media still giving you inspiration/fantasies is a great example of Si/Ne working together.

I can see young Fe in being “too kind,” and having trouble saying No to people. You don’t like imposing your needs on people, and are aware when you can’t meet someone else’s needs (“I felt bad I didn’t ask my friend enough and that is wrong.” or “If I help and fail, I feel bad.”) You show an awareness of the impact of your behavior on others, and have a sense of “social courtesy.” You gave a good example of Si/Fe in saying “I ask ‘How are you’ first out of courtesy…and then they will ask me in turn.”

Lower Ti shows through a bit in your enjoyment of proofreading and correcting mistakes, or when you said you engage “to show I have knowledge on the subject.”

#ask #type me #isfj #mbti #myer-briggs #Anonymous

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kodzumie-archived · 3 years

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AAAA! DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR RAMBLING I LIKED IT!!

I'll send the ask about why I kin them later since I need to go for now!

Miu and Kokichi kinda yeah- I have abandonment issues and trust issues and some other stuff, you got that right! Some other characters too like I get angry easily like for example Kaito or Fuyuhiko, I fangirl a lot like Tsumugi and many other!

I promise Kaede, Chiaki, Komaru and some others are for wholesome reasons like Kaede loves to see other people smile, Chiaki plays games and is a sleepy bean and more!

Sorry if I wrote something wrong or I didn't understand your response aaa- English isn't really my first language- I speak two languages!

-🐍 anon~

Ahh, no worries, dear!! I’ll be happy to hear about your reasons when you return! If I remember right, I think it’s late for you right now?

So, if that’s the case, I hope you have a good rest and sweet dreams! But if I’m wrong, please excuse how embarrassing I am ehrhejdh—

But, waah—!! That’s truly an intruiging perception of kins, and I’d love to hear more details, hehe!

I love the aspect of fangirling like Tsumugi, I think that’s very adorable to imagine, gaahh..!

yOU HAVE MANY WHOLESOME KINS AND I TRULY LOVE THAT SO MUCH!!!

You’re such a wholesome person, wahh!! It makes me wanna hug you and smother you in affection, platonically, hehe!

Aah, don’t worry about writing things, dear! I’ll know what you mean, no worries! And besides, your english is remarkable! You’re so fluent, it’s absolutely amazing!!

You know two languages—?! aaAAH, THAT’S SO COOL!! WAAAH, YOU’RE SO TALENTED TO BE ABLE TO CONVERSE IN TWO LANGUAGES AKDHJE AND SO WELL, TOO!!

Aahh..!! You’re so awesome!!

#kodzu.asks!#kodzu’s.loves!#🐍.anon!

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delightfulstarlightparadise · 4 years

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Imagine Eijirou Kirishima and Reader

Before we begin I'd like to state that English is not my main language so, sometimes, things I write might seem a little off. But, I am doing my best.

I am not sure if in Japan they accept tips(I guess I have read somewhere it is kind of unpolite) but for this fic, let's bring it to the american context.

Context: you work at Fat Gum's favorite bakery. You have a quirk, but you have never developed it well because you have anxiety issues since you were little and never wanted to be a hero. You are used to seeing Fat Gum and Suneater at the bakery.

Fat Gum seems to like being attended by you because you always give him some extra sweet bread.

But when he sends Suneater to buy the food, it gets weird because both you and him are social disasters. You have lost count of how many times you've listened to him say "you too" when you say "enjoy your sweet bread".

...

It is about 3 o'clock, right about time Fat Gum or Suneater come to buy bread. It always makes you anxious. You keep looking at the door, trying to guess if it is the fine Fat Gum with his calming bad jokes and nice tips or his weird sidekick of weird energy and interaction.

You hear the bell ring at the door and turn to it, your chest almost bursting with anxiety. Then you see him: a red haired guy wearing the most appealing hero costume you've ever seen. You are used to getting nervous around people wearing revealing clothes.(wich is not unusual)

"Hey! I need to buy some sweet bread." He says giving you the sharpest teethed smile you've ever seen, and you are used to attending animal people.

"O...ok." you answer, not being able to avoid staring at those teeth.

"Ahn... so." He says.

"Yes?" you ask impulsively.

"The bread?" he looks at you with an worried expression.

"AH SURE!" You almost scream, back to reality. "How many will you want?"

"How many?" He scratches his head. "Damn it, I forgot to ask. Just a minute."

He runs off the store leaving you with the tongs and paper bag in hands. It takes a while before he comes back, but you get stuck in that position.

"So... forty, please. Fat Gum said: Stop loafing around and get the bread! Hahahahahaha!!" He starts laughing but you can see it is fake.

The guy slowly stops giggling and you can see his face becoming the same color as his hair.

"Aah... I guess my dough has sinked with this one." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

You can't even get yourself to force a laugh because seeing other people embarassed makes you nervous. You get the bread as fast as you can and handle it to him. Almost ten bags of bread.

"Wow. That is a loaf of bread!" he tries to make another pun and snaps his finger, blinking at you.

You stare at him almost without breathing. When Fat Gum makes these jokes he truly believes they are funny and his laugh makes you calm. But this guy seems to be doing this unwillingly, just like Suneater the first time he tried to buy bread(it was a disaster, both you and him almost passed out).

"He... here you go. Have a nice day. En... enjoy your bread." You stutter, bowing a little not only to say goodbye,but also to hide your face.

"You too."

You stare at each other, in shock. At this moment, Suneater always runs away as if his life depends on it, but this guy stays, looking deep at your eyes.

He sunddely starts laughing, this time, for real.

"Hahahahahaha!!! I am such an idiot. I am sorry. Here, nice work!" He hands you some extra money as a tip. "Hahahaha! You too. Wait for Denki to hear this."

As he goes away, you are feeling a little calmer. So... Fat Gum has a new sidekick now?!

Just to think about one more possibility of client for the 3 o'clock sweet bread batch you start to hiperventilate.

...

You arrive your apartment after a long day of work, put on some comfortable clothes and turn on the TV to listen while you are preparing some noodles for dinner.

"There has been a big increase of villain activity lately, seen All Might's recent retirement. We advise people to stay alert and communicate the authorities..." you run to change the channel.

You gasp for air, kneeled in front of the TV. You hate listening to anything related to heroes and villains, it brings you bad memories from when you were young. You can see yourself again, about eight years old, crying for help while a hero and a villain fight in front of you. This has traumatized you.

After a while, you get better, in the TV there is now a documentary about spring and flowers. This makes you calmer. They show a rose in the TV and you can't help but think about that guy who came to buy bread for Fat Gum. Red and sharp.

You laugh at the thought of it. A Red and sharp guy. What could his name be? Rose hero? You can't help but imagine his quirk being the ability of controlling roses, you can see him beating enemies by throwing sharp roses at them.

To think about that... that guy was pretty handsome.

...

3 o'clock. It is time for any of the three sweet bread buyers to come for the hot new batch. Would it be the funny Fat Gum? The anxious Suneater? Or the new supposed to be Rose hero?

The thougt of it starts giving you tachycardia. All you want is for it not to be weird.

The bell rings and there he is. The guy from yesterday with his too revealing costume and shark sharp smile.

"Hey! Some sweet bread, please!" He says as he stops in front of the display. "Forty loaves, please."

You let go a sigh of relief. No little jokes, no embarassment. Just a pretty normal client asking normally for an abnormal batch of sweet bread.

You hand him what he asked for and tell the price in a low voice.

"Ah! Fat Gum forgot to give me the money! Just a minute!" he says, and runs out of the store, leaving you with ten bags of bread in hands and a couple of costumers waiting to be attended next.

You can feel some cold sweat coming from your forehead while the impatient costumers stare at you, waiting for him to come back.

He rushes in, handing you the money with an unconfortable smile.

"I am very sorry..." he reads your name in your bage. "Y/n. Here it is."

"No problem." you stutter. "Ha... have a nice day."

"Ok! Good job!"

"You too."

You stare at each other realizing your mistake. He starts laughing.

"I guess our interactions are always going to be kind of weird,right?" he says, smiling at you with amusement. "I am Eijirou Kirishima. But my hero name is Red Riot. Nice to meet you, y/n."

"Ni...nice to..."

"Hey! Are you gonna buy something else or what?! There are more people in line!" The next costumer yells at him.

He straight up apologizes and goes away with the packs of bread, leaving you to a very stressed line of costumers to attend.

Every 3 o'clock, Red Riot is there with his sharp smile and cheerful personality. Everytime something goes wrong: he forgets the money, he asks you for the wrong quantity of bread and has to return to ask some more, out of anxiety you give him the incorrect change and has to chase after him to correct it, he pays you the wrong quantity, there is even a day he says "kisses, bye" as if he is endind a phone call and the worst thing is that you reply the same. He always laughs, but you feel like dying. Dealing with Suneater was better than this, even though it was bad, but now Red Riot was the only one to come.

Until this day. It is 3 o'clock, you are snapping your fingers anxiously, trying to prepare yourself for what is about to come. You hear the bell ring and turn to the door, but you find yourself facing a guy you've never seen before.

He is wearing an overcoat and sunglasses and starts wondering about the bakery without looking at you. Your manager is in the back and the other attendants are busy with clients, so you walk towards him to ask if he needs help.

"Excuse me." you say. "Can I help you with something?"

It happens fast. He grabs you by the wrist and then your neck, his other hand becomes a scissor and he puts it on your neck. Everyone screams in terror as all of his hair also become blades and threaten anyone who tries to escape.

"I will chopp your head off if you do anything funny!" he screams at you. "Now grab all the money from the register for me. If any of you move, everyone is going to die!"

He gives you a bag and takes you to the register. You feel dizzy and your eyes are blinded by tears. You try to remember the combination to open it up, but you are too nervous to remeber.

"Do it, right now!" he yells.

"I... I am sorry I don't... I can't..." you can feel the sharp razor against your skin.

"You useless prick!!" he yells and with one of the blades of his hair, he cuts the register open. "Now fill in the..."

You hear the bell of the door ringing and think that is it for you, someone is trying to escape. he is going to kill you. Then you see him,Red Riot, but the sharp teeth are now locked in an angry expression.

The villain attacks Red Riot with the blades on his hair, but they all break when they reach his skin. You see him becoming a rock made monster and coming towards you without hesitation.

He punches the villain away from you, he flies over the balcony, breaking an entire wall as he hits it. You fall on your knees and start crying.

"Hey!" you hear Red Riot's voice and feel his hands on your shoulder. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head negatively, but can't find strength to speak.

A bunch of scissors come towards you, but Red Riot defends you with his body. One of them scratches your cheek and you feel like you are about to pass out.

"Damn you, hero! I am gonna finish you!! You are gonna regret..."

The villain is captured by an octopus tentacle and pulled out of the store. You see him sink into Fat Gum's belly.

Everyonelse is cheering but you are about to colapse into a panic attack. That is when you feel a gentle hand huggin you over your shoulder and handing you a paper bag for you to breath into. It is Red Riot, he is smiling at you.

"It is ok now. You are safe, y/n"

Somehow, the sound of his voice calms you down.

...

After a tiring testimony for the pilice, you are free to go to your house. You see him first thing when you leave the station.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Red Riot asks you.

He is not wearing the mask or the soulder pads of his hero costume.

"I am now. Thank you for saving me." You say, bowing at him.

"It's ok! Hehe... it's my job to do it." He replies smiling at you, his face blushed. "So... do you want me to walk you home?"

You stare at him, not being able to chose what to reply.

"Actually, I have to do it. Fat Gum said so." He says. "So you don't have much of a choice."

You nod to him.

You walk in silence till you arrive your building.

"Thank you again for saving me." You say, bowing at him once more.

"Don't worry." He answers, bowing back at you. "It is my duty as a hero."

"You know, I don't like heroes a lot..." you say shrinking your shoulders and putting your head down. "I am afraid."

"Hãn? Afraid of heroes??"

"Ah!" You gasp, realizing you should not have said that. "Sorry, it was nothing. I... have to go now, I have classes in the morning."

"You are a student too?" He asks.

"Yeah... I work half time in the bakery... but I guess we won't be working for a while."

"Ah... right. Too bad, I will miss buying your bread. I got used to seeing you everyday."

You turn around to get into the building, but he holds you gently by the wirst.

"Can I have your number?" he asks.

You shriek in confusion and pull your wirst to yourself, taking some steps back. Red Riot jumps back, once your sudden reaction caught him off guard. You stare at each other, both as red as his hair.

"SORRY! SORRY! I shouldn't have..." he starts bowing at you in apologies. "It is just that Fat Gum talked so much about this! I think he ended up convincing me that... I am sorry, I am very sorry."

You shake your head and hands as a "no problem" sign, but he probably understands otherwise, once he starts to apologize even harder.

"If I give you my number, would you stop talking?!" You yell at him, taking your pen and notepad out of your uniform pocket.

You write it down as fast as you can and almost throws it at him, then, run to your appartament without even saying goodbye.

You slam the door behind you and lean against it, breathing heavily. You are a communication disaster...

You are tired, traumatized once again by villains and heroes.

Yet, you can't help but thinking about that sharp teethed smile. It makes you feel calm again.

Next part here:

#kirishima eijiro #kirishima reader #kirishima imagine #bnha imagine #bnha fanfic #kirishima fanfic

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bing-fucker · 4 years

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hc that when henrik is getting sum a dat Good Dick, he forgets English (hey, it's a hard second language to have) so he just starts babbling in German, but the thing about German is everything sounds angry, so his partner(s) are there, balls deep in him, like "Are you okay...? Do you need me to stop, is something wrong...?" afterwards henrik teaches them the German words for "don't stop" "fuck yeah" "keep going" and "more". he won't tell them the other things he says tho...

Okay I absolutely HAD to write this, there was no way I couldn't. Just. The idea of Henrik getting so overwhelmed that he can't think clear enough to speak English- Yes. Just yes. So anyway I couldn't decide if I wanted Chase or someone else so y'all get both Chase AND Jameson overwhelming our favorite doctor. Because I'm a slut for JJStein and SchneepleBro. It isn't the best, but I really like how it turned out! Poor Henrik needs to be fucked a bit more to get his stamina up, though...

Also I literally ALWAYS forget that Henrik's voice is actually pretty high-pitched. Like I constantly imagine him with a deeper voice than he actually has. Also, I don't know German, so I used online translators. So sorry if I fucked anything up.

Warnings: Language barriers, language kink, slight overstimulation, bondage, slight dehumanization (Chase treats Jameson more like a tool to use against Henrik than an active participant), daddy kink. As always, ask me to add any needed warnings.

Chase sighed unhappily as he looked at Henrik. The doctor was bent over his desk, working on some paperwork from the hospital that he'd brought home. Henrik had been busy lately. Very busy, and Chase knew his best friend well enough to know that it was by choice. But it was still stressing Henrik out, and Chase knew that wasn't going to do anyone any good.

"Okay," Chase sighed, walking over to Henrik's desk and startling the German out of whatever paperwork he was working on. "Up you get, dude. You're far too stressed to do this stuff."

"V'h- Chase, I need to do my v'ork, do not- V'hat are you doing!?" Henrik exclaimed, stumbling a bit as Chase pulled him out of his chair.

"There we go, dude," Chase said, smiling and gripping Henrik's shoulders. "You look stressed, dude. You need to get some sleep."

"I am not tired," Henrik replied, glowering over the top of his glasses, which had slipped down his nose at some point in Chase's manhandling. "I need to do v'ork. I haff a very limited time to z'his."

"You're gonna mess up if you stress yourself out," Chase replied. "If you won't sleep, let me help you relax."

"Relax?" Henrik quirked an eyebrow. "Und how, exactly, do you expect to do z'hat?"

"I have a few ideas," Chase responded, smirking lightly and delicately taking Henrik's glasses off.

"Chase Brody, v'hat are you doink v'iz'h my glasses?" Henrik demanded, reaching out for his glasses.

"Ah-ah-ah," Chase replied, setting the glasses on Henrik's desk and gently guiding the doctor over to his bed. "Helping you relax, dude!"

"You are stressing me out by takink mein glasses," Henrik protested, heavily sitting on the edge of his bed when Chase pushed him gently.

"Just relax for a bit," Chase laughed, walking over to Henrik's closet. "Your ties aren't, like, super expensive, right?"

"Nein," Henrik replied. "V'hy do you v'ant to know?"

"Because I know that you're a rope bunny," Chase replied, looking back at the suddenly blushing doctor. "Take your clothes off for me?"

"V'h- I- Ja, okay," Henrik stammered, standing and stumbling out of his trousers.

Chase turned back around, holding four scarves and watching Henrik pull off his sweater. "So your ties are too short to tie you up with, so I'm going to borrow some scarves."

"Not z'he pink v'one, z'he little v'one knit z'hat for me."

Chase shrugged and switched out the pink scarf for a different want before walking over to Henrik, quirking an eyebrow.

"I can't tie you up if you're sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, Henny," Chase laughed, tossing the scarves on the bed and starting to strip.

"Oh. Right." Henrik blushed and moved to the center of the bed, adjusting himself to laying spread eagle. Chase smirked and climbed between Henrik's legs, quickly tying his arms above his head.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already hard," Chase laughed, tightening the ties around Henrik's ankles. "There we go, buddy. All tied up and beautiful."

"Don't call me buddy v'hen you haff just tied me up," Henrik replied, blushing at the fact that his cock was already hard. It had been a while since he'd been touched, and that was exactly the excuse he was going to use if Chase decided to tease.

"What, you don't like me calling you buddy?" Chase laughed, pouring lube in his hand and gently stroking Henrik's cock as he leaned up and kissed the doctor's neck. Henrik gasped in response, thrusting up into Chase's fist.

"Sheiße," Henrik exclaimed, throwing his head back slightly.

"I love how sensitive you are," Chase laughed, pulling away from Henrik much to the doctor's displeasure. "Stay right here, Henny, gonna go grab some stuff."

"V'ell I'm not exactly going anyv'here anytime soon," Henrik replied, rolling his eyes. Chase smirked and pulled his jeans back on before leaving to his own room.

Henrik pouted for a second, squirming and trying to get any sort of friction. Which was frustrating, given Chase was very good at knots. Henrik whined softly, squirming more and making small, desperate noises.

"I see you just couldn't wait," Chase commented from the doorway, smirking slightly. Henrik looked over and glared weakly.

"Shut up," he replied, blushing brightly and panting. "It has been a v'hile."

"Oh, we can tell," Chase laughed, licking his lips lightly. "Sorry we were gone for so long."

"V'hat? 'V'e'?" Henrik questioned, blushing more when Chase stepped to the side and revealed a blushing Jameson.

"Jamie needed to be prepared," Chase explained, smirking at the sound Henrik made at the implication. "See, we decided that you might need more than just a good fuck if we want you to relax properly." Chase stepped further into the room and closed the bedroom door, guiding Jameson over to the bed and tied-up Henrik.

"V'ell z'his is certainly not v'hat I expected," Henrik commented, biting his lip and groaning as Chase stripped and settled back between his legs.

"No, I expect it isn't," Chase agreed, slowly stroking Henrik's cock again. Henrik whined and fucked up into Chase's hand, turning and pressing his head against his arm.

"Adorable," Chase commented, pulling away from Henrik and gently pulling Jameson onto the bed, stripping the small gentleman quickly. "Isn't he adorable like this, Jamie? So spread out and desperate for us?" Henrik turned his head to see Jameson's response, letting out a strangled moan at the scene he was met with. Chase smirked, continuing to slowly finger Jameson open.

"What a voyeur," Chase commented, smirking and manually positioning Jameson to be able to grind his cock against Henrik's. "Do you like this, Doctor~? Watching me tease our youngest, knowing he's going to help overwhelm you?"

"Oh, sheiße," Henrik moaned, grinding against Jameson's cock desperately. "Bitte, Chase, bitte~"

Chase smirked slightly. "You sound rather desperate," he commented. "But you're not quite prepared~" Henrik looked at Chase in contusion for half a second before a shocked moan escaped him as Chase pushed two fingers into his ass.

"Sh-shut up," Henrik panted, accent thicker than usual as he strained his arms against the ties.

"Hey, don't be snappy," Chase replied, smacking the inside of Henrik's thigh lightly and pouting. Henrik laughed weakly at the pout.

"Don't laugh!" Chase replied, frowning and pouting more. Henrik laughed more and, in response, Chase pressed his fingers against the doctor's prostate.

"Sohn einer Hündin!" Henrik yelped, straining more against his bonds and moaning deeply. "Ich brauche mehr~"

"There we go," Chase purred, pulling his fingers away. Henrik panted heavily and looked back at Chase and Jameson, biting his lip as Chase manhandled the youngest into kneeling above Henrik's cock.

"Remember to relax," Chase reminded as he guided Jameson onto Henrik's cock, stopping at just the head. Henrik moaned loudly, carelessly fucking up into Jameson. The small gentleman made a slightly panicked face as he lost his balance and took all of Henrik's cock in at once, opening his mouth for what could have been either a moan or a cry. Henrik moaned again, rocking his hips up desperately.

Chase hissed sympathetically, holding Henrik's hips still after a few moments. "Relax," he encouraged, slowly pushing his cock into Henrik with a moan of his own.

"Chase, Jameson, bitte beweg dich," Henrik whined, shuddering and squirming desperately.

Chase frowned and looked over Jameson's shoulder and at Henrik's face. "Henrik, are you okay?" Henrik whimpered and nodded. "Do you want us to move?" Henrik nodded again.

Chase grinned and gripped Henrik's hip with one hand and Jameson's with the other, setting a quick, alternating pace with Jameson's, thrusting inside when he moved Jameson up and pulled out when Jameson moved down.

"Ja! Bitte fahre forte!" Henrik moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back at the combination of pleasure.

"We're just getting started and you're already so desperate," Chase laughed breathily, slowing his thrusts so Henrik could completely feel the drag of his cock.

"V-vati, bitte~" Henrik whined, desperately trying to thrust both up against Jameson and down against Chase. "Vati, Ich muss kommen, vati, bitte~"

"This is about you," Chase reminded, angling his hips to brush against Henrik's prostate. "You do whatever you need to, Henny, go ahead~"

Henrik moaned desperately and thrust up into Jameson as he came, blacking out for half a minute at how hard he came. Chase panted and pulled out and helped Jameson off, not wanting to overstimulate Henrik too much.

"Hen?" Chase asked gently, untying Henrik. "You okay?"

Henrik blinked and nodded. "Ja..."

"You started speaking German," Chase laughed. "I got a bit worried."

"I'm all right," Henrik assured, accent thicker with tiredness. "I didn't last very long, did I?"

"You didn't," Chase agreed, laughing softly. "But it's okay. Like you said, it'd been a while."

"Did you finish?" Henrik asked weakly.

"Nah, but I can finish up with Jameson. You look even more exhausted than before."

"Hm," Henrik hummed, opening his eyes to look at Jameson and Chase properly and finding the gentleman already seated on Chase's cock. "Don't be too loud. I v'ant to sleep."

"You get some sleep," Chase replied, rocking his hips gently. "Hey, wait, before you do; What does 'vati' mean?"

Henrik squeaked and rolled away from Chase, blushing brightly as the younger started laughing.

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jackalopesao3 · 4 years

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Can I get a match please?🥺

Hello!💎

I hope you don't mind if I submit instead of sending several asks😅

So in general idk if this helps but I'm 21, bisexual, cis-female. My sun sign is Taurus, but I don't agree with it lots of times. Except when it says that I'm stubborn and hard-working. If I get myself to do something, I'm going to do it. I'm hard-working especially when it comes to education, I'm doing a Master's degree right now. (in English and History, and it is a teacher's degree but my plans don't include teaching after getting it. I might, but I would rather do something else with it) I really enjoy being with people. I wouldn't say I'm shy, like I can and will go up to someone to talk, but I prefer if the other person talks to me first. If we are friends you can always count on me, I usually go the extra mile to help if you need that. My friends say I'm wise, much stronger than I think, and I'm usually the mom friend with braincells.

My interests and hobbies include languages, English is my second language. Hungarian is my native language, but I also know a bit of German, Latin, and Polish. I would like to learn more in the future. I love to spend my free time with traveling. I wish I could do that more.. I also play with games, but not as often as I used to. Now I would rather just watch videos (Canadian Masterchef is fun, but videos of animals also). I love both cats and dogs, spending time with them is always fun. I also like to cook and bake, but to be honest I need more practice. I also do make-up sometimes but it's more like a hobby, not an everyday thing.

I have been through a couple of heartbreaks and other hard times in my life, I would not like to explain this in detail but my family life is complicated and it took me some time to heal. (But I love how I don't look like what I have been through. 💪) I love my younger sisters the most, I'm always prepared to help them.

However when it comes to love, I will not trust for a long time no matter who you are and how good you look on paper. My expectations of my partner are rather high. He has to have his education, money, and past relationships right. In a relationship I want consistency, loyality, honesty, and quality time. I'm not going to wait for anybody who can't make up their mind about it. (Been there done that its a waste of time, never again.) Gifts are also nice, you really can't go wrong with chocolate or flowers. 😁

In a relationship I'm very loyal and honest. I will always communicate if something is up so we can fix it and move on. (None if this silent-treatment, playing games bs) I will not be giving up any time soon once I love you. I give gifts, compliments, and so much of my time and energy. My partner will be my priority. I really give my all.

I think that's it? I hope thats enough! Thank you so much for your time 💕💞

🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡🦡

Hello! @peshkatz

I would match you with...

Satan!

Satan appreciates hard work and would be very interested in your English and History studies. You'd never run out of things to talk about between human literature/history and Devildom literature/history. He's also very curious about the world and would enjoy traveling with you. He would make the perfect travel buddy.

He would also be the one to approach you first as he would find you quite interesting. This boy definitely needs a mom-friend/girlfriend in his life. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in his books he forgets to take care of himself. He needs someone to remind him that he isn't a monster, because he feels like he is being born from Lucifer's anger. You would definitely help him be more comfortable with his origins.

He would also appreciate your wisdom and ability to speak in two different languages while also knowing a little of several other languages. The more languages you know, the more books to read!

Satan also likes to be around people as evidenced by his outings with his brother. He would definitely be up for hanging out with you and your friends/family too. To him, anyone you like he would like. He would also love watching animal videos with you. Satan is a softie for cats and for dogs. In the future, maybe you two could adopt one together.

Satan is also a man that tries his best to have his life in order. He does not have financial problems like a certain older brother of his. He is well educated from his studies. Honestly, I'm not sure of his past relationships but he strikes me as the type to be committed and loyal. His partner would be his world. He would make sure you both get quality time together. Satan is also the type to be understanding of his partner. Loyalty and honesty are important to him and he would always be loyal and honest to you.

Seriously, you'd be his world. Satan would compliment you as much as you want and spoil you with gifts. He'd also want to spend every moment with you as much as possible.

Please excuse any errors as I'm currently typing from my iPhone and I have fat fingers. 😅

Thank you for the ask! I had fun writing this.

#obey me matchups #obey me swd #obey me!#obey me shall we date #submission

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the-firebird69 · 3 years

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Watch "U.S. Senate fails to suspend federal debt ceiling" on YouTube

youtube

USA government is threatening to shut down in order not to pay people it might cause chaos and it's never been done before it's not something it should be done and it's not something that should be allowed to do you should have temporary funding put in place and it should be an sop it's not something they should filibuster to every freaking year it's going to take over the government I'm going to take over the banking I'm going to take over everything else that they are not going to let proceed because it's affecting us and they know what it is they just keep doing it and sit there in our face doing it I think we don't know what does and he does it's writing his income every single time even though it's not connected to it and that was what they mean is we might mess around with it even though it's not connected to it so these dildos are asking for something from him 24 hours a day he's saying no you're sitting here d****** with me and not paying me when I'm old and you hear me like I'm a retard when I speak perfectly good English and I mean exactly precise in what I'm doing and that if you don't pay me and you don't stop messing around with me you get bombed your body gets disassembled in front of people in various ways I don't know how to be clear with you people but my son is not a punching bag and we're sitting here beating the s*** out of you probably to nothing to dust every time you start this stupid s*** in the morning you start probably you like killing all of you and you're stupid Mike you're a stupid whining k*** come by and pick your people up all the time and murder them you dumb a****** you don't even know it's done at all do you there's so many people that are after you and things there's so many excuses.

Thor Freya

I'm pretty tired of it too just sitting here looking at me like you won't leave me for anything you're talking about the thorium at the same time and I'm taking it the wrong way and I'm getting rid of you and I'm going to defeat you and I'm growing a massive Army every time you do your stupid b******* dance with me every time you give me the wrong look every time I sit here and have no money when you owe me tons of money I'm getting rid of you having you killed doesn't mean anything to you

Zues

I am too and I'm doing it this morning I'm sending for troops right now I'm going to come in here and rip all you out of here I got a worse attitude than you did yesterday and I told you off yesterday you won't listen to it what we said was very clear and concise if you do this we're going to murder you and who you are doing it you don't know how to do any kind of a job at all just one reason I've had it with you people you're so dumb here coming here expecting a handout or something and people here always expect when and you never get one just like waiting until you're powered up yoir not doing anything

Hera

I'm calling an emergency meeting I can't stand this anymore these people won't shut up and send people to kill him when they end up talking to them I don't want them talking to them I want Killers to come in here and kill them

Thor Freya

I'd really enjoy do the job and I kill them I don't talk to them

Zues Hera

I'm doing the job right now and they don't talk to them

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We all do the job and don't talk to them it seems idiots who say we're talking to them no so I want to have a meeting and I want to find out who's talking to them about all the stuff well you're coming fighting and start talking about this was yesterday this was yesterday that's pretty good easy way to identify but I don't know who's who's actually doing it or why so I'm going look into it

Thor Freya

#Youtube

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 7 years

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Is there a nice way to point out typos and stuff? Because sometimes I see them and I want to tell the author but I don't want to seem mean. I figured that since you're an author you would be able to answer better than most people. Thanks.

Actually show where the typos are. So many people claim they saw errors but conveniently can’t remember where or just don’t want to go through the trouble of listing them, despiting going through the trouble of commenting on them. Authors take that as lying. Meaning trolling/flaming.

Also make sure that the author asked for con-crit. Not all authors want criticism and some are just writing to have fun and not get better. A lot of people make the mistake of assuming that every writer wants to become a better writer. A lot of them simply want to make their stories. If they were really worried about all those nit-picking errors, they’d publish novels and take classes, not write fanfic once a month.

If the person in question asked for people’s opinions and con-crit, then word it as kindly as possible, and provide the proof that something is messed up. On AO3 you can actually copy and paste the messed up text to show the authors.

Now, if it is about a fact you’re unsure of, do not try to correct the author until you’ve educated yourself on the matter. Someone once railed into me for stating that Hogwarts has around 1,000 students at any given time, and called me all manner of rude names. I sent them a message with links to JK Rowling’s admittance to such a fact and they tried to kiss my ass. I blocked them.

Do not make a comment if the subject is something you aren’t aware of or know anything about! I wrote a Deaf character. A Hearing person will never truly understand the full extent of what the D/deaf and HoH Community goes through. That was why I needed help from such people to make the character realistic. It stands to reason that only a person who is Deaf or Hard of Hearing, can truly determine whether or not the character is realistic and if my depiction of their Deafness is truth. Meaning the criticism and complaints from Hearing readers who’ve never experienced hearing loss and the issues that come with it, won’t mean shit. It’ll just be uneducated whining.

Finally, Grammar errors. I have shit Grammar. My English class consisted of Grammar & Punctuation, Spelling, Vocabulary, Poetry, and Literature. All crammed into one class. Each day of the week was dedicated to one subject for those 45 minutes. I know I have shit Grammar. While every other part of the class was filled with a straight A+, Grammar always came out to a C-. I had to do extra credit to level up my overall grade so Grammar didn’t drag me down. I am aware of my faults.

Fact is, not everyone is a Grammar nerd and when 1/5 of my readers don’t speak English as their first language, they probably aren’t going to realize them when they read. Also, I state very clearly that I have no beta and have mentioned my shit Grammar dozens of times before. I am well aware of it by now.

If an author is aware of their faults and even mentions them at the beginning of every chapter like I do, then they don’t need to be reminded. Instead of going, ‘you’re grammar sucks’ or ‘You need to work on your Grammar.’, actually give examples on what to fix, or suggest a website to help them. Telling someone to just ‘get a beta’ doesn’t actually work. You’re telling them to place their trust in someone they most likely don’t know. To give this person access to their works and to trust that it won’t be stolen? Not everyone is comfortable with that and not everyone can get a friend or family member to beta because generally RL friends and family don’t understand fanfiction and think it’s a waste of time.

FACT: Even though someone asks for con-crit, half of the time, they will get defensive and attack you for daring to point out their faults. You will simply have to point out that they asked for con-crit and that the note is obviously for everyone to see, and then wash your hands of them.

P.S. When pointing out something, don’t just go on and on about mistakes only. Actually make an effort to leave a review on the work before pointing out problems.

Ex:

One time I posted a fic on AO3. It was a angsty/fluffy/AU 3-shot. Someone proceeded to copy and paste everything they thought was wrong with it, but never once told me what they thought of the fic. Just pointed out dozens of supposed ‘errors’. Well, someone else read those comments and railed into them on the last chapter, demanding to know why the hell they did nothing but be a condescending ass the whole time. Why not just add their opinion instead of being a ‘grammar nazi’? The excuse, “I kept reading, didn’t I?”. Which should prove that they liked it apparently.

Fact is, the responder was an English Major and proceeded to tear apart their format, structure, and Grammar, and pointed out that more than half of the issues they claimed I had, were wrong. That just because the person thought the word ‘hanged’ sounded wrong, didn’t mean it was actually wrong. ‘Hung’ is not a word despite people using it a lot, and if you used it in an English class, you’ll get points off, because God forbid it just be official.

The original commenter edited their comments on every chapter, adding their opinions on the actual fic and apologizing for their mistake and the misunderstanding.

It was an interesting event I will admit.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve got for you. Hope it helps! ^-^

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saviormysticmeme · 7 years

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ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK （≧∇≦） YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...（´-`）If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye（・◇・）/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so muchAnd don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this”

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy

He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window

At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?

No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.

MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy

He’s a new RFA recruit???

He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs

MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy

Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek

Yoosung heard his heart-

rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng

He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?

He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up

“Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man

He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”

“Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”

….

“Yoosung?”

“MC…how are you doing this?”

“…Doing what Yoosung?”

“Are you a vantrilaquist?”

“Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”

“I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”

“1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”

His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.

He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back

“Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”

“Your sister???? What???”

“I told you I had a sister!”

“NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”

“I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”

“Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in

She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”

The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista

The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot

“Dear, what are you doing?”

The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”

Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register

“Alright, what’ll you have?”

“I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”

Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”

“I do?”

“Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”

“I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over

As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek

‘You’ are frozen on the spot

Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??

“MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.

“MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”

“Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”

Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion

“Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”

“Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.

“I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

It was opening night for his new show

He was pumped

Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling.

Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.

So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you

He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses

MC is so sweet he hummed to himself

That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm

He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.

He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself

At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth.

Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.

He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek

“Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.

“Zen? This is your girlfriend?”

“Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-

“You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms

“I-” They tried to say but

“CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”

“No I’m” Cm tried to say

“Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”

Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time

He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely

Jumin

He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?

He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.

He was unaware it was a twin

A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in

So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees

“CM PlayerPants”

He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.

Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional

Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes

Sometimes your love life together involved role playing

Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it.

He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?

He was in awe with your dedication

Rrrng rrrng rrrng

“Hello?” Your voice answered

He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”

“Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”

“Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him

“Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”

“Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”

“Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.

“Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.

Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home

After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”

“Hey Babe, how was work?”

“Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”

“OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”

“Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now

“Yes! CM!”

“C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

Lets face it

You guys may be sick of hearing this but

He knew

Of course he knew

He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you

He saw photos of the two of you together

He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time

You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain

The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide. He knows.

Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room

He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone

He knows

He loves it

#TwinSquad

His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else

Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together

Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help

And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.

The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well.

And that is MC

“MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.

‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models

What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-

“Hey Hun!”

MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.

He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?

No. No this couldn’t be you.

Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough*

He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.

MC turns “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”

The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”

Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today

He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.

Yep that’s all normal

Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of

“MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in

Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.

You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused

Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what

“MC how-”

You giggled and ran out another door

Only to come back from the hall

“OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”

His outburst made you jump

“Vanderwood wha-”

Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood

He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone

“What in the fuck-”

“Vanderwood what is-”

“Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall

“What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room

“What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them.

Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”

“You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off

“So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy

“Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.

You all had a good laugh

Except Vanderwood

Saeran

Ok, you guys might hate me for this one

But

I feel like he also knows

I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates

There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals

He takes group pictures of you guys all the time

He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM

Buuut

Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before

I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC

He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness

I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven.

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