#And looking back at the interview now.. I should've just said “I would follow the rules regarding that specific problem the customer has”
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#I had an interview recently yay!!#but I don't know how well I did and it's making me nervous 😂#I'm starting to notice a pattern about myself. if an interviewer asks me “what would you do if [insert situation here]?”#my brain immediately imagines myself in the situation but the current me. not a future me.#my interviewer asked me what would I do if a customer complained about a certain problem?#and I didn't know the answer because I haven't gotten the job. this is an interview. I haven't been trained and therefore I don't know the#protocol. so how could I know what to do if a customer complained to me RIGHT NOW about the specific problem?#So I told the interviewer that I didn't know. I would ask for help. because.. the current me doesn't know the process? because I'm just a#potential employee and doesn't know the rules?#And looking back at the interview now.. I should've just said “I would follow the rules regarding that specific problem the customer has”#not whatever I said 😂 “I don't know. I would ask you” 😂#ugh maybe it's nothing. but ugh#the interview felt like it was ok but not great?? Hopefully I get the answer soon. and I hope I don't get ghosted#like. please I went though the horrors of the interview. at least tell me I'm rejected or not!! plz#Meanwhile. this pattern has caused problems at home and at work. throughout my life.#it doesn't happen often but... sometimes a person would ask me to do something Without Specifying The Time.#intending for me to do the thing In The Near Future#but my brain will automatically think that I have to do the thing Now#and simetimes I really really really don't want to do that thing Now. so I complain (I'm sorry)#but the asker is exasperated saying 'you don't have to do it Now! I meant sometime in the future!'#and sometimes after that clarification things go back to normal. but sometimes things get problematic instead.#this pattern of me automatically thinking 'in the present' whenever people actually mean the future whenever they don't specify time....#it can cause problems for myself unintentionally 😂😭 I hope it didn't affect my interview negatively#anyway sorry for the rambling#this random person's ramblings
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I love the mail order bride !! Can we see her trying to get a job or school something and Simon getting offending thinking he doesn’t have enough to support her ??
mail-order bride
he would not be offended if you wanted to do something for yourself; but he would be offended if you felt you were required to.
you pick up your blazer out of the closet, fitting it over your shoulders and buttoning it. you check your hair and your makeup one more time in the mirror before making your way into the living room, where simon still is, tools laid out at his feet as he uses a level and a pencil on the wall.
you clear your throat, knocking on the doorway gently.
"s-simon?" you ask gently. he grunts in response, marking a place on the wall, and you shuffle on your feet as you try to calm your stuttering breath. "i...can i ask for a favor?"
"can ask me for anythin'."
you purse your lips, "uhm...i need a ride."
"where ya wanna go?"
you play with your hands, rocking back and forth on your heels. he's still facing the wall, dark sleeves rolled up as he lifts a wooden block to the wall and starts to mount it there. he's putting up floating shelves you think, but the block of wood is very short in length. odd.
"i...have a job interview," you say softly. "it's in a half an hour. i...have to leave now to be on time. i'm..." you close your eyes, flinching. "i'm sorry, they only just called me, i-i should've given you more time--"
"why are you apologizin'?" he asks, setting his things down. he turns around to face you, and you open your eyes again, biting your lip. he comes closer, making you look up at him, and he narrows his eyes at you. "just said they only just called ya. so 's not y'r fault."
you open your mouth to say something, but he just brushes past you to head towards the door, grabbing his rain jacket and slipping it on. he flips the hood up over him after he shrugs his balaclava on, and he meets your eyes where you stand there oogling at him.
"well?" he raises a brow. "get y'r shoes on."
you scramble to go slip your boots on, picking up your purse by the door. simon opens the front door, revealing the misty rainy weather that's emerged since the morning. simon opens up an umbrella, making his way down the steps, and you follow him. he stops you before you come down, holding his hand out, and when he gets to the bottom of the steps, he holds his hand out for you.
you take his hand gently and let him guide you down the steps, and you're startled when he appears at the passenger side door of his truck. he holds the umbrella over you, opening the door for you, and he holds your hand again as you get settled before he shuts it behind you.
the drive is quiet. the rain falls hard, but simon is unbothered. you clutch the seatbelt a little bit as he drives--you don't want to be ungrateful, but simon sometimes makes a turn too sharp and brakes a little too hard. he sometimes has a hard time staying in his lane, too, but you just squeak and try not to be too loud when he swerves into a parking space crooked at a 45-degree angle.
simon opens the door for you, holding the umbrella and taking your hand again to help you onto the pavement. he walks you to the door, humming lowly, and he tilts his head to the side as you open the door.
"'ow long will y'be?" he asks, and you shrug.
"i-i don't know. maybe an hour?"
simon huffs a little, "olright. y'call me when y'r done."
you nod, about to go in, and he stops you again, big hand on your elbow.
"just..." he sighs deeply, looking anywhere but into your eyes. "good luck."
simon doesn't leave. he sits in his truck in the parking lot, eyes narrowed at the door of the building you just went inside of. his leg bounces underneath him, and he doesn't turn the car on for the heater because the bite of the cold, rainy weather keeps him awake and alert.
it's been over an hour. his phone sits on the dashboard, silent. he's not a patient man, never has been. his patience certainly has been tested with that fucking gremlin you insist on keeping around, the pocket of fur that drinks out of his water glass when he isn't looking and must nibble on his herbs in the kitchen (he can't prove it, but there's teeth mark tears in the basil leaves, the little shit). but this is somehow worse. he doesn't know why you want to get a job. he's been thinking about it while you've been gone.
maybe he hasn't made you feel secure enough. maybe you still feel like a stranger in your own house. maybe you still don't trust him yet, so you're too afraid to ask him for anything.
his phone starts to ring. he picks it up immediately, putting it to his ear.
"'ello?"
"s-simon?" it's you, of course, soft voice a little shaky. "i-i'm...can you pick me up now?"
"'m outside. i'll come get ya."
he practically rips open the door, and you're already standing there, coming out. he stops you before you start walking, making sure you're underneath the umbrella before you start to walk again. you keep your head down, and he doesn't even get a glimpse of you as he opens the door for you again and helps you up and into your seat.
as he pulls back onto the road, he barely hears the sound of your tears over the rumble of the engine. he looks over at you, frowning when he sees your hands covering your face and your shoulders shaking lightly.
he growls under his breath, not even turning on his blinker as he pulls over onto the side of the road. there's a honk sounding as other cars pass, but simon just turns to face you.
"oi, why are y'cryin'?" he asks firmly. you don't respond. you keep your face hidden, your body turned away, and simon huffs.
"oi!" he startles you with his loud voice, and your hands fall into your lap. "wot the fuck happened?"
"i didn't get t-the job," you hiccup. "i-it went...it was h-horrible. he hated my...m-my resume. the questions...i-i took too long t-to answer them, and i-i could tell...i could t-tell he h-hated me--"
"so you didn't get the bloody job," simon shrugs. "come off it. there'll be others."
"i-i don't even wanna do this!" you cry, wiping your face. your mascara is running, and simon sighs, frustrated.
"then why are you?"
"i...i-i--"
"look at me," he tells you, and your eyes meet his finally. your face is puffed and messy, wet streaks along your cheeks and eyeliner smudged along your eyes. "y'can do woteva y'want. anythin'. 'f you want t'stay home, then ya stay home. 'f y'wanna go t'work, then y'go to work." he reaches over and grips your face in one big hand, cupping your jaw and forcing you to lean closer to him. you can feel his breaths through the mask, warm and anxious. "don't worry about me. now tell me y'understand."
your lip wobbles, but you nod anyways.
"i-i understand."
your eyes close when you both lean in closer, and the mouth of his mask brushes against yours. you stay that way for a few long moments, lips brushing together, and when he pulls away to get back on the road, you notice his hand has fallen to rest on your thigh.
you put your hand over his gently, and by the time he pulls into the garage, your tears have dried, and your anxiety has dissolved.
when you emerge from your warm shower, there's an envelope by your purse. simon is in the kitchen, busying himself with dinner, and you pick up the envelope and rip it open. when you unravel the paper, there's a new credit card taped to it, with your name on it.
there's movement out of the corner of your eye, and when you look up, you realize simon had finished putting the little shelves up on the wall.
you can't hold back your smile, watching as the cat jumps from one shelf to the other. the cat follows the ascending and descending blocks of wood, all the way around the room until they curl up on their favorite spot on the couch, right inside the throw blanket that has been curled into a neat ball just for them.
you slip the credit card into your purse. when you pass by simon in the kitchen, you put a hand around his bicep and coax him to bend low, giving his cheek a kiss.
does he know he's not wearing his mask anymore?
his ears get red when he blushes.
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First Time In Years
Synopsis: Y/N is an action star who's dubbed as Tom Cruise Jr. she was in a relationship with Jenna for a while before the two of them broke up due to Jenna's uprising status in the industry. The two of them happened to bump into each other at an award show and time stopped when they saw each other again.
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A/N: I was feeling a bit bored then this popped in my head so I thought I'd share it to you guys. Happy Reading!
You've been away from the entertainment lime light for a couple of years because of an accident that happened in a production you were doing a few years ago.
During those times you were down and under, one person stuck by your side and supported you, from recovery, to therapy, to getting back in shape. You'd never ever forget that person, she was the one for you, you believed that. But fate had something instilled for the both of you. She was an uprising superstar, you did not want to hold her back. So you did what you thought was best at the time, you broke up with her.
A few years back, you were not so sure you're gonna be back into doing action films due to an accident you had on a set that left you bed bound for at least 3 months. You thought your time in doing actions was done by that point. But here you are, leading a sequel from one of the best action films of all time, Top Gun: Maverick. Your Godfather pushed you to be in this movie, quoting "you're gonna be my successor, I want you in this movie". So yeah, what Tom Cruise asks, he shall get. And today, you're back in an award show with your castmates.
Today, you're gonna have to face that person again. You're not entirely sure what would happen, or if anything would happen at all. You haven't seen her since you two broke up, but you did follow her activities. Watch her series, movies, anything that would update you of what she's been up to. And you couldn't be more proud of what success she'd had. She was becoming a household name and she's still getting bigger and bigger as the time goes by.
So, when you saw her being interviewed wearing a wonderful dress, you could not help but stare, you're shameless about that, but can you blame yourself? She was looking beautiful. She looked more mature now, her long hair cut shorter, she looked more of a woman now, it's crazy what time did to her. She looked more beautiful, she's always been beautiful in your eyes.
"Stop staring and start approaching, kid." She heard Miles whisper in her ears.
Y/N turned to her castmate and gave out a chuckle. "I don't think that's a wise idea."
Miles looked confused. "Why is that?"
Y/N shrugged. "Let's just say we want to leave it where it was left." She said before she walked on. Miles was still confused as he followed her inside with their team.
"So, who's that girl you were looking at lovingly outside?" Glen asked as soon as they got to their table.
Y/N groaned, not wanting this topic to be the talk of the entire night.
"She's just... some I used to know, okay?" She told them, pleading for them to stop asking questions.
The older men and women got the signal as soon as they heard her frustrated voice, and thankfully, they did not continue to ask.
The entire show, Y/N would steal glances to look at the girl she's watching outside. She couldn't help it. It's been so long. Of all the places, she never thought she'd be seeing her here, with a guy she knows has been linked to the girl.
"I'm gonna go to the toilet real quick." Y/N told her mates and went without waiting for a reply.
She did her business and was about to leave when she stopped on her track as she was face to face with the girl she's been eyeing the entire time. She looked as shocked as Y/N, her eyes widened.
Should've tried to hold it in. Y/N thought.
The two of them stood there, in the middle of the comfort room, staring at each other with wide eyes. No one made an attempt to move, or even to speak. It's like they're stuck in a dimension where they're just there, standing and staring at each other.
Y/N was the first to move, to get back to her senses. She gave out a small chuckle, thinking how dumb they probably look inside the toilet room, just staring at each other.
She cleared her throat, getting the attention of the girl in front of her. "Well, you look extremely lovely." Y/N said genuinely, smiling.
The girl in front of her giggles as well, her dimples showing. Y/N always loved those cute dimples, and she most definitely loved the sound of those cute giggles.
"It's so weird that the first time I see you after so long, we're in a comfort room." Jenna said, giving out a giggle again, lowering her head, shaking it lightly.
Y/N laughed with Jenna as well. The two of them looked like madmen inside the comfort room.
"How have you been?" Y/N asked when they finally calmed down.
Jenna's smile never left her face. "Good. I've been good. You?"
Y/N nodded. "I'm getting by. Trying to get back on my feet."
Jenna nodded, then she looked at Y/N from head to toe. She never thought she would see the taller girl again. Ever since they broke up, Y/N seemingly went under the radar, like she was hiding, not wanting anyone to find her. But here she was, standing tall and healthy.
"I saw the film. I thought you weren't gonna get back to it. Was afraid I'd heard on the news that you broke something again." Jenna admitted, making Y/N's heart jump at the thought that Jenna was still worried about her after all these times.
"I wasn't expecting to get back in action as well. Just tried to bring back the old me, but did not expect to get back."
Jenna nodded. "What made you take the film?"
Y/N grinned. "Tom Cruise."
Jenna giggled again. "Ah, of course. Can never say no to the godfather." She said, causing the both of them to share a small laugh.
"You realize we're really catching up inside a freakin' comfort room, right?" Y/N said, giving Jenna one of those weird looks she loves to give.
"Yeah, I know it's weird, and disgusting."
Y/N just shook her head. She stared at Jenna for a moment, taking all of her in. She's still as beautiful as before, maybe even more. But one thing's for sure, she's still the Jenna she knows, nothing has changed.
"Congratulations on everything you've achieved. I'm extremely proud." Y/N turned serious, but the smile on her face never left.
"Congratulations on getting back to the screen, I'm extremely proud." Jenna replied.
The two of them stared at one another, before Y/N broke their eye contact.
"I'll see you around, Jenna." She finally spoke.
"See you around, Y/N."
And they both left it at that. Their hearts are full knowing the sacrifice both of them made blossomed into something bigger than they both expected. That would stay in both their hearts forever.
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Heyy!!! I was wondering can you write a one with Lewis c black reader Toto? Like Toto and reader are married and poly and they have a secret relationship with Lewis and one day Lewis gets injured in a race so she goes to check on him and they assume she’s cheating on Toto until he confesses that there all in a relationship with each other! I don’t know it’s up to you!
The fun part of being in a polyamorous relationship with two of the most popular men in the United Kingdom, is the fact that it was kept a secret from the world as we snuck around; playing hide and seek.
Today is the second to last race of the season as both of my partners prepare themselves for the hectic race ahead. The cars were checked over and both drivers were inspected as to be sure they were fit to drive out in the sun today before everyone started getting dressed and heading to their cars.
I for one always stayed by my husband's side as to not draw suspicion with Lewis; I had a bad feeling about thus race and so I kinda just sticked myself to his side, leaving my husband with George and the computers with analysis that I will never understand.
Walking along the corridors, Lewis and laced ourselves together in a tight hug as he swayed me from left to right. "Promise me you'll be careful?" I asked low but loud enough for him to hear. "I'm always careful sweetheart. I would never be careless when I have you to return to" he said softly as he kissed my forehead.
Time passed and all the drivers were now line up on the grid waiting for the green light that came sooner than I wanted. The race went on with me being extremely anxious, feeling the need to puke everything Lewis had to take a sharp turn in the narrow corners.
TOTO'S POV
Lewis had been going good for the most part, George looks to be a bit struggling and honestly this has been our reality for a while. Y/n has been jerking anxiously beside me as she had made her concern about the race earlier and I'm honestly concerned with her state.
Turning in my seat to speak to Bono, after a minute I heard shouting. Spinning around, I realised that my wife is being held back by some mechanics as she begged them to allow her go out. Swiftly running over and taking her from them, she broke down in my arms crying. "He crashed Torger, I told you we should've had the reserve driver go in today." She referred to Lewis who was just getting out of the car.
Allowing her to go out, she walked straight to the entrance where the safety car would arrive with Lewis, as I went to check on George.
LEWIS' POV
The safety car stopping at the entrance and allowing me to exit, I spotted Y/n running straight for me as she landed in my arms. Hearing her sniffles, I ran my hand over her curls instead of risking to knot my hand into her hair.
Whispering calming words into her ears, I kissed all over her face, stopping at her lips. Unbeknownst to us, camera had actually followed her 6here and the moment was spread live.
Upon returning to the garage, everyone stared as Toto engulfed us into a hug. The post race interviews came with everyone questioning what happen, and for a while I said nothing so everyone's best guess was that Y/n wad having an affair with me and Toto was allowing it.
Fans started trashing her online within seconds and Toto and I could not have that happening so we went to the last inter view together, finally responding to the question "My wife is not having an affair, the three of us are in a polygamous relationship- not that it's any of your business but I would like for y'all to stop slandering my innocent wife's name" Toto answered, stunning everyone as I just stood back and smiled at Y/n who I could see had fallen asleep on the couch at the garage's entrance. Overtime the fans came to term with it and eventually loved seeing all three of us together; there were no more problems.
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I just finished watching 8x08, and I have so many feelings.
So. Many. Mixed. Feelings!
Fair warning - long post ahead.
For one, I re-blogged a post sometime after 8x01 or 02 aired, I can't really remember, about the parallel's between Eddie's first season on the show and this one. With the insane amount of presence that Ryan has had so far in promoting the season so far, I've had this bad feeling at the pit of my stomach that this would be his last season. Now, hear me out, I don't think today's episode was his last (the masses would riot if it is), BUT, they have left the room wide open for it to happen fully by the end of the season.
Two, the level of act-ception this show is doing is hilarious! You have 3 of the most talented actors out there (I'm looking at you Oliver, Ryan, and Kenny) act so badly that if it wasn't so funny I'd die of second-hand embarrassment. Who ever said that this show was serious is sadly mistaken.
Three, Buck's reaction on the couch after finding out Eddie has a realtor interview for houses in El Paso. I've read so many comments and posts, and again, I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I want this to be the start of Buck's realization of his feelings for Eddie, but on the other hand, if it is, it feels like almost anti-climatic! This was the fall finale (granted, I don't have much experience with those) but shouldn't it end with more of a cliffhanger? (Promo for March's 2-part return is not included in this rhetorical question)
Now, what do I want to see happen (I know the chances of it actually happening is slim-to-zero but I'm saying it anyway)?
For the Eddie-Chris story, I want Eddie to go to El Paso, scream at his parents and say something along the lines of "you feel so guilty about taking my childhood away that you're overcompensating with my son and giving him the childhood that I should've had". Moreover, I don't think Eddie ever badmouthed his parents in front of Chris because: 1. he's a great dad who would never jeopardize Chris's relationship with his grandparents (proven by the fact that Chris felt safe enough to call them when shit hit the fan), and 2. Eddie rarely (if ever) expresses his feelings to anyone (but Buck), so him showing his true feelings about his parents in front of Chris is virtually impossible. So, when Eddie shows up at El Paso and screams at his parents (I want it to happen in front of Chris but without Eddie knowing that Chris is there), Chris will feel like he's just his grandparent's second chance at being good parents and will want to have nothing to do with them. Also, I want Chris to freak out when he finds out that Eddie is looking to buy a house in El Paso because it was never his plan to stay there forever.
If Tim and Co. use this story line to have Eddie leave the 118 and LA, I want him and Chris to decide on a fresh start by going to Hawaii. Dum dum dum: Enter 9-1-1 Hawaii where they follow the lives of members of the 366 fire house who are having to cope with a new captain that just transferred over from LA.
For Buck, my beautiful beautiful Buck. First of all, I bow to the beautiful portrayal that Oliver Stark does with his face alone. He's so expressive when he wants to and being able to show such a wide range of emotion without saying a single word is otherworldly. (This is not saying that the others aren't great actors, I just have a stupid crush on Oliver Stark and I'm self-indulging here).
Anyway, back to what I was saying. The scene between Buck flipping over the tablet, Eddie explaining things, and Buck going to take a seat on the couch with the camera focusing on his face while Eddie wasn't looking wasn't longer than 2-3 minutes at best (could've been longer - seemed too short for my liking to be honest. These two haven't had enough screen time together this season IMHO). However, within just those few minutes, Buck went from panicking about wanting to call Tommy, to skeptical about why Eddie flipped the tablet, to playful about what Eddie must be hiding (like only a best friend would), to shock at hearing Eddie's explanation, to supportive of his best friend's decision (because he knows that Eddie must be dying on the inside at being so far away from Christopher), to panicking again at the possibility of losing his best friend. Buck spirals so easily on a good day. Today? It's a terrible, horrible, no good day and for Buck to be able to put a lid on his emotions so he can be fully supportive of Eddie says a lot! I also think that THIS is what will throw Buck back into his fuckboy phase, and NOT the breakup with Tommy.
Don't get me wrong, I hated how they ended things between Buck and Tommy (the struggles of being a multi-shipper), but in the grand scheme of things, who would have a more profound effect on Buck? Tommy leaving, or Eddie leaving? How about both of them leaving, making him spiral on his own?
Anyway, like I said in a previous post, this is my first time having to go through a fall/holidays hiatus. I don't celebrate Christmas - so I don't have that option to keep my minds off of things. This leaves my mind to wander on its own, which can be a very scary thing. I know that I already planning so many stories (as if I don't have enough ideas in my 9-1-1 folder), but I also know that I'll probably re-watch the show and dissect it with a fine-tooth comb, which will probably results in more story ideas.
I'm also really looking forward to all of the fanfiction that will come out during the coming 3 months.
Right now? This is exactly how I feel.
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My love! I have something in my mind. I like Elain as a character, I wouldn't say I love her we don't know much about her for me to say i love her.
yet a couple of things bothered me when speaking about Elain. One of them is the flower thing. I will not bring up the neglect of Feyre because that's on another point. But the fact that people say she could've planted crops and not flowers. While this is a valid point, I seem to recall the one who brought Elain the flower seeds.. was Feyre.. so if we're going to say "Elain should've planted crops" shouldn't we say Feyre should've bought her crops?
The second thing is more for the neglect to care for Feyre as the youngest, while she wasn't as cold as Nesta, and Feyre herself says so. It was always interesting to me, how when it came to Elain the IC would say things like "Elain is different" Rhys himself said this. What is so different about Elain's situation? Is it because she chose to stay with them? is technically acting as one of the shadow twins, cleaning learning, and caring? which may be a way to make amends and this is why is different.
IDK what do you think about this, my love
I've missed your asks!!! I agree with your first point. Feyre bought Elain the seeds so if planting vegetables was such an obvious thing to do than why did Feyre buy Elain flower seeds? Yes, she knew Elain loved flowers however she had no issues asking for help in other ways (asking Nesta to chop wood for example). So why not say, "I'm going to buy you vegetables too, could you try to grow them?" I do think Sarah also addressed this entire thing later in ACOTAR, when the sisters are in their new estate and Elain says she'd like to plant a vegetable garden by the greenhouse if she could learn enough about it over the next few months. For whatever reasons, it doesn't seem like it was feasible for Elain to grow a garden in their cottage. To your second point, I think what Rhys is saying boils down to what Sarah has been telling us about Elain all along (in the books and in interviews). Rhys is Illyrian and knows he will do whatever is necessary to protect his people. Feyre, as his mate (and now with Illyrian anatomy) will do whatever is necessary to protect their people. The IC will do whatever is necesary to protect the people. It doesn't matter if they need to lie, steal or murder, they will become monsters to do what needs done. Rhys tells Feyre that Elain is Elain and Nesta is Illyrian at heart. To me that means that Nesta is exactly like the rest of the IC, he senses in her the ability to do whatever needs done to protect those she loves and it bothers him that she didn't follow through with that in the human lands. In contrast Elain is not written as morally gray (not like the others). She is not willing to do whatever needs to be done at any cost, it seems her character has limits. She's not revenge seeking, cruelty bothers her, etc. That's not to say Elain isn't just as strong but her strength lies elsewhere, in her kindness and generosity, her willingness to apologize for her mistakes, her ability to see everyone's POV (not just this person or that person because of her relation to them), offer forgiveness, to openly express her affections (something Sarah even mentioned in interviews, where Nesta and even Feyre found it difficult to be as open / as soft in their love as Elain). The NC is a land of lethal beauty, they will play the role of Dark Lords and Death personified when they need to. Nesta fits in to all of that. Elain does not. She refused the leathers, returned TT without looking back, was quick to deflect what she did to the King in the war, seemed shocked by Nesta's brutality with the King. I think Rhys knows that Elain is not Illyrian at heart, she is not the NC at heart and that's why he would not have expected her to do whatever needed to be done while in the human lands. I think he sees that her nature was more nurturer than survivor / warrior. Is that fair? Maybe not? But at the same time, is it fair to expect all people to behave in exactly the same way? I always think back on the Hunger Games. When Katniss left, she didn't insist Prim head out into the woods to begin hunting in her stead. Instead, she focused on what Prim's strengths were, to use her goat to bring in cash flow and asked Gail to continue hunting for her family. Prim also became a doctor / healer like her mother and I rarely see anyone give backlash regarding her character. I don't think I've ever seen anyone hold it against Prim that she did not become a hunter / warrior type the way they hold it against Elain for not hunting. If Elain were not in the house I imagine it would have felt like a Civil War in that place, what with Nesta, Feyre and their father. But Elain managed to maintain a decent relationship with all three and I think the role of peace maker is often overlooked but something that is at the core of Elain's strength and why I think she'd make an amazing High Lady someday.
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This whole “relationship” is so confusing, I think we can all agree on that. I understand people who believe this is real, I personally am still team PR. Everything about this situation is so unnatural- it is as if CE and AB were following some sort of a list of actions suggested by people, which they find on here or LSA and try to prove everyone wrong. The pap walk, the girl with AB’s picture at Disneyland, them looking totally uncomfortable next to each other. The interview last year where Chris was not very subtle while checking the interviewer (and according to the timeline they present he was as in a happy relationship at that time already?). We say he has never been to Portugal- there he is. Lisa doesn’t like her- there is a picture with Lisa from Disneyland, which miraculously was sent to only one account. I think Chris did not think this would backfire as much as it did. He was used to fans having his back and it turned out they saw his true colors and the majority of them is done with him. He cannot just back off now- I personally think right now he is trying to save his face and ego by going deeper into this because if he left AB now, he would confirm his fans were right about this situationship. It is like, if say A, he will say B to prove people wrong.
That’s why I don’t think it is unlikely that he will go that wedding- they know people watch. They know people will look for proof he was there. I know people can say that he does not care about fans but I don’t think it is true. He made a fool out of himself and- again- he has to prove everyone wrong.
I still think they didn't think this through, and they didn't check Alba properly. Since I think it's PR, I'm going to talk about it like it is and like there is a contract.
I don't think that if Chris knew about Alba and her friends past behavior, he would've gotten into this whole thing. It makes no sense. Why would he want to be associated with someone like her? They definitely didn't check her properly. Something I think came in handy for them was the fact that Alba wasn't that popular, so there weren't articles about things she'd said or done, or anything about her behavior. The same goes for Justin and Kiko. Nobody cared about them at the time, and nobody started digging deeper and deeper to find out everything about them. I personally can't recall her or Justin saying anything racist or controversial during an interview, whether we talk about a video or about one they gave to a magazine. Please let me know if I'm wrong; it's hard for me to keep everything in mind.
Obviously, if they had done a proper job, they could've found the evidence other people did. They should've expected fans to figure things out.
He is obviously getting something out of this whole thing, and ending it before the contract expires would mean he doesn't get anything. So he would basically do all of this for nothing. I get that it would be better for his reputation if he ended it sooner, but maybe it's not as easy as we think it is.
I'm not trying to find excuses rather than trying to understand the situation, because I don't think he is a racist, antisemitic, or fatphobic person.
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My thoughts on Adam Driver's interview on Bendemption/Dyad/Reylo not being planned.
As much as I love Reylo, I honestly would've preferred Supreme Leader Kylo Ren as the big bad of the sequel trilogy.
And honestly? The vibe I got with Rian is he still intended for Kylo Ren to go down the path of the big bad. It was the studio who chose for the result we got because they saw how big the Reylo fandom got, but wanted to appease all sides, hence the stupid result we got.
A part of me feels like the entire trilogy was building up Kylo Ren as the villain. If it were his destiny to abandon the dark side and The First Order, he would have either joined Rey or left in exile and eventually return and join Rey to end the war together. But that didn’t happen. Trust me I wanted that to happen, I wanted Rey to convince Ben to stop the fleet, take her hand and come home and while Rey flies the Falcon, Ben goes to Luke and Leia to make amends. Then Luke and Ben together would stop The First Order on Crait.
But here’s why I think TLJ was setting up Kylo Ren as the villain. In TFA, Kylo Ren killed Han Solo, but did not yet fully embrace the dark side. The deed split his spirit to the bone, which made him unbalanced and conflicted. He was so conflicted that in TLJ, he was unable to pull the trigger to kill his mother. At this point, he still felt a call to the light. Also, in ROTJ, Palpatine said to Luke, “Strike me down with all of your hatred, and your journey toward the dark side will be complete”. While Luke resisted temptation, Kylo Ren did not. When faced with the opportunity to kill Snoke, he didn’t hesitate. I see him turning the lightsaber to strike true. And now, foolish child. He ignites it, and kills his true enemy! At this moment, his journey towards the Dark Side is complete. Then, after the fight against the Praetorian Guards, Kylo Ren was given a chance by Rey to be redeemed. However, he went straight for the throne. He went straight for power. Even during the Battle Of Crait, knowing very well that Leia was probably in the base, Kylo still gave the command to take no prisoners. He was now willing to kill his mother and even ordered that the Falcon be shot out of the sky with both Rey and Chewie on board. He killed Han and Snoke. He was willing to kill Leia, and he indirectly caused Luke’s death. From this point of view, Kylo Ren has fully cemented himself in the dark side and it was a shame we could not continue this path and a shame they just HAD TO bring back Palpatine.
To me Kylo Ren is what Vader could've been had he reached his full potential. A Vader who was never wounded on Mustafar, a Vader who killed a close family member and his master. He is the villain they were looking for, but no they had to course correct.
Now yes, it would've been sad that Ben dying unredeemed as much as Ben dying after being redeemed. My suggestion is if villain Kylo happens, we could either get the following
Ben lets the light in and surrenders to Rey and does what he should've done and call off the fleet. Ben makes peace with Leia and it ends with The First Order and Resistance signing a peace treaty, while also symbolizing the balance in the force and peace in the Skywalker family
Exile. After embracing the light and doing the right thing, Ben knows he cannot live the life his family wanted for him. He cannot live a peaceful life with Rey after everything he's done, so Ben goes into exile on Ach-To or Jakku to repent for the life he lived.
Atonement. Basically what should've happened in TROS. Ben lives and has to separate from Rey. He takes the Falcon and goes to snuff out First Order holdouts and releases the systems that was conquered in his name. To make things right and the movie ends with Ben walking off into the sunset like an old Spaghetti Western like ROTJ was originally meant to end.
Paying for his crimes. Kylo Ren refuses to let the light in and gives into the dark side fully. But Rey won't kill him, not after promising Leia. So Rey would disarm Ben, destroy his lightsaber and sever Ben's connection to the force. So he cannot harm anyone ever again. The war is over.
The First Order would be put on trial. Kylo Ren, Hux and Phasma(ideally she lives and faces punishment) would be put on a Nuremberg styled trial as they are tried as War Criminals. Just the thought of the FO leadership facing a Space Nuremberg tribunal is too fun to think about. Just imagine Ren, Phasma & Hux backstabbing and shit-talking each other in jail. Then we see the people who are the victims of their atrocities. Finn and the various Stormtroopers who were forced as children to kill for them. Eila and Kel from SW Resistance tells everyone exactly what Kylo did to their home planet of Tehar. Kazuda Xiono and the rest of the Hosnian Prime survivors will voice heartbreak and outrage for what Hux did, while Hux reminds everyone “I am not alone to blame, Supreme Leader Ren was there as I voiced the plan to Snoke, he did not object and stood by and watched from a distance and did nothing he is just as guilty.” Both Poe and Finn will come forth as witnesses to the massacre of Tuanul. Rey will then come to Finn and stand as witness to the murder of Han Solo. Rose will voice what the First Order did to her home and how Hux confirmed it when she was aboard the Supremacy. R2-D2 will come forth showing the footage of the Jedi massacre. Rey and Poe will come forth and say they were victims of torture by his use of the force and Rey then say “I gave him the chance to turn his back on the FO and save the Resistance twice, to save his mother and he still chose to let everyone die and he almost succeeded on Crait. and still gave the order to wage war until the very last man” Literally everything is stacked against them and finally, Kylo, Phasma and Hux will get their say. Phasma will be unapologetic for her actions. “I grew up on a hellhole. Each day clawing my way to stay alive. I killed my own family. Went from clan to clan. Then one day The First Order came. I saw my opportunity and I chose them. I saw power, strength, order and unity. And I did what I had to do to get to where I am today. I do not regret what I’ve done in the name of The FIrst Order or rescuing children and forging them into an army the likes of which this galaxy has never seen.” Phasma then looks at Finn and her former Stormtroopers. “Only you chose disobedience and cowardice instead of greatness. I don’t regret it. That’s the difference between us. I know what I am, and I embrace it. I’m proud of it. I fought for everything that I have, every bit of what I am.” Hux will go on a Nazi like rant, saying the New Republic was a lawless and corrupt state that usurped it’s rightful government and it deserved to die! He shows absolutely no remorse whatsoever, only pride. “WE COULD HAVE DESTROYED THE LOATHSOME RESISTANCE, IF ONLY OUR SUPREME LEADER DID NOT LET HIS PATHETIC EMOTIONS CLOUD HIS JUDGEMENT!” Hux will say “LONG LIVE THE FIRST ORDER!” and does his salute and expects his former men to do the same, only the former Stormtroopers doesn’t do anything but look down in shame. Kylo Ren will show just as little care or empathy for his actions. Basically he will say the galaxy fell without Imperial rule. Without the example of Darth Vader. He will dare claim “I became a stronger Vader, one not held back by sentiment or compassion. I killed the past and became better for it. I was abandoned by everyone, but came back to burn everything down. I do not apologize for ANYTHING I DID! I AM PROUD OF IT. I AM THE SUPREME LEADER AND MASTER OF THE KNIGHTS OF REN, WHERE WOULD YOU BE WITHOUT ME OR THE FIRST ORDER? A CORRUPT GOVERNMENT THAT ALLOWED SLAVERY AND A LAWLESS GALAXY? WE BROUGHT ORDER BACK TO THE GALAXY! I UNITED YOU AGAINST ME AND YOU BECAME STRONGER FOR IT! YOU ALL NEEDED ME! WHERE WOULD ANY OF YOU BE WITHOUT ME? Do what you will, I know what we did was right.”
WIth that, The First Order Triumvirate is sentenced for life in prison. Phasma still looking as the sole survivor. Hux uttering threats. In one final moment, Kylo Ren would be taunting Leia and Rey. Goading them all to sentence them all to be killed by a firing squad. Leia turns away with Poe wrapping an arm around her, Finn & Rey supporting her.
Even though I ship Reylo and love what Ben Solo could've been. Even I understand that in the context of no redemption, dyad or Reylo existing. Kylo Ren ending the trilogy as a disgraced and jailed war criminal seems to be the only realistic solution the more I think about it. Leia doesn’t lose her son but he faces consequences for his crimes. He absolutely must face the consequences of his actions and spend the rest of his life imprisoned for crimes against the galaxy and the Republic. Kylo Ren does not get to have a happy ending. He stood by as Hosnian Prime was wiped out, he killed Han, Luke and wanted to kill Leia, Finn and Rey and countless other atrocities. He chose his path and he has to live with the consequences of his actions.
But overall I'm glad we got Bendemption and Reylo, even if it ended poorly, but ultimately I recognize Carrie Fisher’s death radically affected the plot of Ep IX for better or for worse.
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How’s was Sam’s childhood, what was it like?
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I'm just going to abuse this ask as a little interview-switcheroo for Sam. Takes place after this.
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One simple inquiry about Shepard's peculiar service offering turned into a medical check-up in the blink of an eye. Sam was guided to lay on their side for a better access to the throbbing wound, and if it hadn't been for Birdie insisting on changing the dressing once more, they would've long gone insane.
"If meditation is your biggest fear, wait until I tell you about tetanus."
"My biggest fear was that y'all reek like hell."
The stinging pain made more honesty spout than planned, yet the young mother just tutted: "We are all for natural purity, but if you're interested in looking into our hygiene policy for the campground-"
Birdie faltered as she slid the pant's cuff further up their leg. The slit left behind by the nail was evidence of how quickly it had pierced through the corduroy, gravity only helping to force it into Sam's calf. Yellow-red stains already leaked through the fabric and drenched it with the feverish scent of infection.
"M'good, just gonna - ah, be careful - drive back to the motel and that's it."
"In this state?" Birdie's concerned frown wasn't missed by Sam.
"I have to get home somehow." And they surely didn't want these people to snoop around in their abandoned car. "Should've figured your shit ain't OSHA-approved."
Birdie's brows knit together as she focused on the swollen skin that trembled helplessly under her gentle hands: "Why are you so nervous around me?"
"I'm not." Still, Sam was being truthful - what good would another lie yield in this situation? The woman at their feet was lovely to be with: calm and pleasant. Her warmth alone filled the empty tent with a spark of comfort.
If Sam had been raised by a mother like her… Well, that didn't matter.
The bandage was slowly lifted, moist scabs of ichor and blood sticking to it and once again peeling the gash wide open if it were not for a handful of plaster strips holding the ripped edges of flesh together.
"Mhh, that's a mean one, the risk of living, I'd call it," Birdie sighed and rummaged through her first-aid kit. "I bet you been through worse when you were younger, right? A few broken bones caught on the playground."
The person attached to the cursed leg whimpered quietly and bit their thumb. Be it from the childhood memories boiling up or the itch around the wound, Sam couldn't tell.
"Is everything alright?"
They pressed out a hum, desperate to keep their dinner in.
"Oh, you-"
"Yes! I'm a giant wuss, okay?" Sam whined and swallowed down the thick coat of humiliation. First the bees and now this: all this exertion just to reveal a hodgepodge of strange but ultimately harmless customs. At best, their audience would be bored and at worst, rip them apart for being a close-minded asshole leeching off hicks for a few weeks.
Embarrassing, there was no other word for it.
"I'm okay and so are you," Birdie whispered softly and laid her sunhat over Sam's shoulder, thus blocking their vision. The woven straw smelled like just her hair: of lilies and rosemary.
Working quickly, she sprayed a cool mist on the wound, followed by patting it dry again and twining fresh gauze around it. Sam waited for a burn that never came. Despite her healing hands, every twitch in their foot continued to sting like hell.
"I could drive you," she finally said in a tone Sam was unable to place.
"And walk all the way back here?"
"Sure," Birdie shrugged quite assertively.
"I can't demand that from you."
"You're not, it is an offer."
What was Sam supposed to do? Let a woman wander through the dark forest for hours, only able to pray for her safe return home? Out of the question. Though, their final answer depended on how enthusiastic Birdie's reaction would turn out to be.
"I guess… I'll stay for tonight."
"Alright," she nodded approvingly - not delighted but definitely relieved, "I will gather some blankets and a sleeping bag. We have plenty of vacant beds at the moment, so you're free to choose any tent you like."
Doomed to a sleepover with Ben and a bunch of snotty children? No, thanks. It seemed like spending the night in a tent where god-knows-who could pay them a visit or with strangers who liked getting mesmerized for leisure also proved to be inadequate. Their selection pool became alarmingly small.
"You wouldn't have a bit of space left…in…uhm…"
Birdie gave them a smile, in it a twinge of loneliness nobody witnessed: "Otis is on guard duty tonight, so there will be plenty of that."
Hidden behind the sunhat, Sam turned rosy in embarrassment once again. Suddenly shy because of their request, but not regretting it in the slightest.
It was no taboo thought: they'd choose her over the rest any day.
"Let's get settled in, shall we?"
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#injury#wound care#female caretaker#tales of arcadia#ask game#cult setting#whump#thanks for the ask!
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Daniel Ricciardo confesses McLaren made him timid and he should've made changes at at F1 team
Daniel Ricciardo confesses his disastrous McLaren stint smashed his confidence and made him 'timid' - as he highlights what he should have done differently with British team Ricciardo split with McLaren after last season Made way for fellow Aussie Oscar Piastri Admits he would have done things differently By Josh Alston For Daily Mail Australia Published: 23:45 EDT, 10 April 2023 | Updated: 23:45 EDT, 10 April 2023 Australian racing driver Daniel Ricciardo has spoken candidly about his recent stint with Formula 1 team McLaren, admitting it damaged his confidence and made him 'timid.' Despite a number of highlights in his career, including eight Grand Prix wins, his two seasons with McLaren did not go as he had hoped, and he struggled to match teammate Lando Norris. In a recent interview with Speedcafe, Ricciardo accepted some responsibility for his underwhelming performances with McLaren, stating that he had been aware of his weaknesses as a driver. 'I'll always take some responsibility or accountability,' he admitted. 'For many years, I truly believed I was the best, and I am the best in the world, so whatever the situation, I'll be able to overcome it. 'And obviously with McLaren it was tough for me to do that. 'So yeah, I was aware that I'm not the perfect driver, I do have weaknesses, so I'll always hold something on to myself.' Ricciardo has made the candid confession that his time at McLaren made him feel timid and lose confidence in his abilities Ricciardo endured numerous mechanical problems with his car at McLaren but elected not to make changes to the interior Ricciardo was afforded the chance to make internal changes to get comfortable in the car but chose not to do so. He also admitted that he would have done things differently if he had the opportunity to go back in time. 'Having a bit of a chance to remove myself from it and now looking back on the last two years, I would have done things differently if I had that time again, or maybe ask more questions or been a little bit more demanding,' Ricciardo conceded. 'But you also live and you learn, so I don't look back with regret. 'That was a situation and I got through it.' Australian driver Oscar Piastri (right) has now joined Lando Norris at McLaren, replacing Ricciardo Ricciardo's departure from McLaren with a year left on his contract and the subsequent arrival of Australian driver Oscar Piastri caused a stir in the F1 world. However, Ricciardo has taken time out of the sport to refresh himself mentally and spend time with family and friends. He has also reflected on the last few years and gained new insights as a result. He recently returned to the F1 paddock at the Formula 1 Australian Grand Prix, performing marketing duties for the Red Bull team and listening in during engineering debriefs. While he is not racing at the moment, Ricciardo has found his smile again as a reserve driver for Red Bull where his racing career started Ricciardo returned to the Albert Park paddock for the Australian Grand Prix in Melbourne and was kept busy with a number of roles outside of the car Although he initially went into his shell following the McLaren divorce, Ricciardo said he has gradually regained his confidence and felt at home back in the car. 'And now, getting back into Red Bull, I felt as well I was certainly a little bit… my confidence was probably not what it used to be as well. 'Even I was a little bit probably timid getting into the simulator, trying to downplay how it was going to go. 'But as the day went on, the more comfortable I felt, and the more it just felt like I was kind of back home in a car that I honestly felt comfortable with. 'So yeah, let's say everything felt like it was pretty recharged after that first day.' Share or comment on this article: Daniel Ricciardo confesses McLaren made him timid and he should've made changes at at F1 team via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490
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This is new- Chris Evans
Summary: Chris is in an interview when Harper interrupts accidentally
Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress! Harper Thomas
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Harper knew Chris had an interview with Jimmy Fallon today. Chris told her he was doing it on his computer around 7: 30. Harper and Chris hadn't told the world their dating yet and wanted to keep it that way for a little big long. Maybe like 2 more weeks. Harper went upstairs to take a shower when Chris's interview got moved to then. Chris didn't tell Harper cause he thought she wouldn't get out of the shower until after his interview. Half way through the interview Jimmy showed the video that Chris had uploaded to instagram of you and him scaring each other a bunch.
"So have you and Harper been hanging out a lot recently?" Jimmy asked him as he took a sip of his drink.
"Yeah. It helps that she lives in Boston too. But yeah, every chance we get we scare each other. She's a great friend." Chris chuckled emphasizing on the word friend
"Hey, baby, what do you want to dinner?" Harper hopped down the stairs and walked over to him and leaned down and kissed him and patted his head.
"Uh.." Jimmy said as Harper looked at the computer and her eyes went wide.
She looked at Chris then turned and walked away.
"Sorry, ill be right back, Jimmy." Chris told him standing up following Harper to kitchen.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it got moved." Harper told him leaning her elbows against the counter covering her face.
Chris walked up behind her putting his hands on either side of her on the counter kissing the back of her head.
"it's okay. Maybe its time." Chris said putting his chin on top of her head.
"Maybe." Harper said uncovering her face.
"I'm sorry. I should've told you. I didn't think you would get out of the shower until after my interview was over." Chris told her and she shook her head and turned around and hugged his torso.
"no, its okay." Harper kissed his chest.
"get back. Their probably wondering where you went." Harper told him and he smiled leaning down and kissing her.
"I love you." he muttered against her lips.
"I love you too." Harper blushed.
Chris went back and sat down at his interview and Jimmy smiled at him.
"Sorry about that." Chris cleared his throat.
"Chris that didn't look very friendly, it looked like a lot more." Jimmy raised his eyes brows and Chris chuckled.
"Yes, me and Harper are a little bit more than friends. We have been for 8 months now." Chris told him and Jimmy's eyes widen in shock.
"8 months?! Why didn't you tell me?" Jimmy asked faking hurt putting his hand over his heart.
"Well, we just wanted to keep it to each other for a while." Chris told him and Jimmy nodded as Harper walked back in the room and but sat down in the chair by Chris behind the camera.
Chris smiled at her as she pulled her phone out. She opened kindle and started to read one of her favorite books.
"Understood." Jimmy told him
They continued his interview then Chris shut his computer making Harper look up from her phone. The moment their eyes met she smiled widely at him and he leaned across the corner of the table and kissed her.
"Come on." Chris told her grabbing her hand making her stand before picking her up bridle style and carried her up the stairs.
Upon getting to their room Chris set her on their shared bed and crawled on top of her and started to kiss her.
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Dabi doesn't get jealous easily. Sometimes, he pretends to be just so he could get a reaction from Hawks. But this time, he's not pretending.
Dabi can feel the jealousy bubbling in his chest after seeing people ship Hawks with a famous actor he saved during his night patrol. Dabi was asleep when Hawks went out that night, and waking up to that news without Hawks by his side in the morning didn't feel good.
He wanted to bury the feeling away. It's not like this is the first time Hawks was linked with someone. But as he was about to leave his social media, a video caught his attention.
It was a video of the actor blushing and flirting with Hawks. Dabi kept his focus on the video as he watches how Hawks would react. He can hear an uncomfortable laugh come out of Hawks' lips as he awkwardly scratches his nape. Those actions should've been enough to reassure Dabi, but the words that slipped past Hawks' lips made Dabi's heart ache.
"I'm not interested in anyone at the moment. And I'm not open to dating. I'm too busy to fall in love, you see,"
It was a clear rejection directed towards the actor flirting with Hawks, but it hurt Dabi. It hurts because Hawks can never say he's taken.
Dabi's aware of Hawks' dating ban. He's listened to Hawks say he's single in interviews, and it didn't hurt. But this particular instance was awfully painful.
"Whatever," Dabi says and throws his phone on the bed. He didn't want to dwell on the negative emotions so early in the morning. So, he decided to eat breakfast while watching the cars pass by.
Dabi spent the day with his friends. He didn't want to stay in their apartment thinking about nothing but Hawks and that stupid actor. He didn't even want to see Hawks yet. But everyone was too busy to let him stay over. He had no choice but to go home.
Dabi arrives at their apartment with a pout. He looked around, hoping Hawks isn't home yet. But the moment he entered the living room, warm arms wrapped themselves around his waist. A familiar scent envelopes him, but instead of feeling home, he felt nauseous.
"Welcome home," Hawks whispers and places a kiss on Dabi's shoulder. Dabi presses his lips together and shrugs Hawks off him.
"Welcome home," Dabi says without looking at Hawks. He didn't want Hawks to notice he was in a sullen mood. So, he heads straight to their bedroom.
"Is something wrong?" Hawks asks after following Dabi into their room. Dabi doesn't answer, making Hawks nervous.
Hawks thinks back to everything he did that day as he waits for Dabi to speak. But minutes passed, and Dabi didn't seem to have any intentions of speaking.
"Is this because I wasn't here in the morning?" Hawks asks and carefully sits on the bed. Dabi still doesn't answer. Instead, he pulled the sheets over his head and said, "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
Hawks gulps. He cautiously reaches for Dabi's shoulder and lets his hand rest when Dabi didn't shake him off, "I left a note on the fridge that I was called for an emergency mission. If I had known that you'd be this upset then I wouldn't have taken the mission,"
"It's not that," Dabi answers, "I'm not that shallow,"
"Then what is it?" Hawks asks and gently pulls the cover off Dabi's body, "tell me," Hawks coaxed when Dabi didn't answer.
A sigh escapes Dabi's lips before forming a pout. Hawks wanted to smile and tease Dabi about how adorable he was with his pout, but he stopped himself. Now isn't the time to tease him. He can do it later.
"Touya," Hawks whispers affectionately, knowing full well that Dabi's weak to Hawks calling his name.
Dabi moves his body and buries his face into Hawks' back, "You love me, right?"
The question made Hawks furrow his brows, "of course, I do," he answers without a second thought.
"Okay," Dabi says and moves away. Hawks silently watches him and thinks about why the question suddenly came up.
"Is this because of the news with that actor?!" Hawks asked, his voice rising in surprise.
Dabi quickly sits up and looks at Hawks to deny it, but his body gave it away. He was red in embarrassment, and his eyes were teary. These were enough to tell Hawks that he's right.
"Touya, you know you're the only one I love," Hawks says and crawls towards Dabi. He cups Dabi's face and forces him to look at him, "I love you, Touya."
Dabi's tears start to stream down his face. He didn't realize how badly the situation weighed on him until he talked to Hawks about it.
"I love you too, Keigo," Touya whispers after pulling Hawks down into a hug.
Hawks wraps his arms and wings around Dabi and lets him cry. He can feel his heart clench with every sob and sniffle he hears. But he lets Dabi cry it out as he comforts him by stroking his hair and peppering him with kisses.
Once Dabi finishes crying and falls asleep, Hawks lies beside him and pulls him into an embrace before pulling out his phone. He places a kiss on Dabi's forehead and takes a picture of it.
Hawks contemplated posting it. He thought about how he doesn't have Dabi's consent to post the photo. How the HPSC would react if he breaks the dating. And if his fans would get mad or support them. But when Hawks looked at Dabi's puffy eyes and recalled how he cried, his decision was made.
Hawks took a deep breath and posted the photo on all of his SNS before turning it off and going to sleep. He'll deal with the consequences in the future.
Dabi wakes up with Hawks playing with his hair, "good morning," Hawks greets and places a quick kiss on Dabi's lips, "I've been waiting for you to wake up,"
"What time is it?" Dabi asks and tries to reach for his phone on the bedside table, but Hawks stops him by taking his hand and kissing it, "it's 9:37. I'm hungry. Let's have breakfast,"
Dabi's eyes grew wide, and he quickly sat up, "aren't you supposed to be on morning patrol?!"
Hawks chuckles and pulls Dabi into a hug, "how can I leave so early in the morning when you cried so much last night? Forget about work and spend the day with me, will you?"
"But-" Dabi tries to argue, but Hawks hushed him by kissing him. Dabi was pulling Hawks away from him, but Hawks only pinned him on the bed, "I said, forget about work,"
Dabi furrows his brows, "but Keigo. The HPSC,"
Hawks sighs and kisses Dabi's forehead, "I'll deal with them tomorrow,"
Dabi pouts and stands up to follow Hawks to the kitchen. He couldn't help but think about how the HPSC would react to Hawks not going to work. But if Hawks says he'll deal with it, he has no other choice. He'll just enjoy the day with Hawks.
The day was spent with them having breakfast together, washing the dishes, binging their favorite series, playing card games, having sex, and cuddling. Only when they spent that entire day together did they realize that they've never gone on a proper date for a long time.
"Keigo," Dabi calls and turns around to look at Hawks.
"What is it?" Hawks asks, his eyes closed and his breath slow. Dabi smiles and cups Hawks' face, "let's go on vacation next time,"
Hawks opens his eyes and smiles brightly, "I'd love that," he answers and kisses Dabi's nose, "but before we do that, can we go to sleep? I'm tired,"
Dabi chuckles and nods, "good night, Keigo,"
"Good night, Touya," Hawks responds and slowly drifts to sleep.
Dabi was watching Hawks sleep when his phone rang. He turned his head towards the bedside table and remembered that he didn't have the chance to check his phone at all that day.
Dabi reaches for his phone and answers the call from Bubaigawara, "what is it? Do you know what time it is?"
"Why didn't you tell us you were going public?!" Bubaigawara's voice was loud enough to make Dabi move away from his phone.
"What are you talking about?" Dabi asks with furrowed brows.
"Don't tell me you haven't checked your SNS today?!" Toga asks in genuine surprise, "I'm ending the call. You need to check the chaos on Hawks' SNS!"
And with that, the call ended. Dabi can feel his heart racing as he anxiously opens his Instagram. He quickly went to Hawks' account and flushed when he saw the photo Hawks posted.
Dabi turned to Hawks and quickly shook him awake, "Keigo! Wake up!"
Hawks furrows his brows and opens his eyes, "what is it?" he asks and yawns.
"You have to open your SNS. I think you accidentally posted a photo of us," Dabi says and shows Hawks the photo. But instead of panicking, Hawks only smiled and pulled Dabi down.
"It wasn't an accident. I intentionally posted it," Hawks says with a smile, "I realized it's unfair to keep you a secret,"
"But the HPSC. The dating ban. Keigo, what about your fans? What if you get punished?" Dabi asked, his head filled with worries of what the HPSC would do to Hawks.
But Hawks continued to smile and pulled him tighter, "I told you, I'll deal with it. So, stop worrying and go to sleep," Hawks whispers and gives Dabi a reassuring smile.
"Fine," Dabi whispers and focuses on Hawks' arms wrapped around him instead.
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Secret's Out
Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.
Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence
Word Count: 2974
a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)
Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!
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"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.
"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.
"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.
"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.
"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.
"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.
"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.
"What's with her?" JJ questioned.
"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.
"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.
"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.
"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.
"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.
You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.
Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.
"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."
With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.
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"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.
"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."
"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.
"Hotchner."
"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.
"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."
"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.
The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?
Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.
"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.
He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.
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"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.
"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"
"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.
"Same for the third site." Derek added on.
"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.
Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.
"You need to see this, check your tablets."
Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.
A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.
A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.
"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.
"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.
"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.
"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."
"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.
"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."
Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.
"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.
"Dr. Reid,
I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.
Happy hunting."
Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.
"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.
"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.
"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.
"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.
"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.
"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.
"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.
"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.
"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.
"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.
Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.
"It's Y/N."
He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.
Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.
"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.
As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.
"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.
"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.
"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."
"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.
"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.
"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.
"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.
"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."
"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.
"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.
"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."
"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.
"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.
"Garcia, what've you got?"
"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.
"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."
"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.
"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.
"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.
"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.
"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.
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"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.
Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.
The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.
Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.
It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.
Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.
"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.
"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.
'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.
"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.
"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.
"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.
He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.
Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.
The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.
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"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.
"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.
Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.
"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.
"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.
"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.
"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."
"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.
"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."
With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.
"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"
His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.
"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."
Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."
"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.
"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"
The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.
"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.
"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.
"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.
"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.
"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.
"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"
"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."
Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."
"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.
"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.
"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.
"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.
"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.
You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."
"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.
"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.
"I love you too." You whispered right back.
"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."
You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.
The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.
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Not in the best spirits to be honest
Warnings: no smut, just pure fluff and some minor angst.
After having his worst result of the season at the 2021 Styrian GP, Daniel is feeling frustrated and you fear he's going to isolate, making things harder on himself.
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"Babe", you tried to reach for him when he walked past you on his way from the car to the hospitality trailers.
Daniel just dodged your hand and walked straight past you, Michael giving you a simpathy smile and following behind. You let out a breath and walked after them. As soon as you walked out of the back door you saw the dozens of reporters waiting for the pilots, 'that couldn't be a worse timing' you thought to yourself, but that's the job. The PR guy from the Mclaren team was already waiting for Daniel in the little area, having organized the lineup of reporters. You stayed a little behind while Daniel talked to them.
"I mean, I know this could be done another time", you commented with Michael, who was just standing by your side.
"Tell me about it", he answered nodding his head.
From what you could catch of the interviews, you knew he was really trying to be nice and not lash out on the poor reporters who had nothing to do with the situation, much like he would try to do with you or anyone else who tried to talk or cheer him up right now. The only problem is that his way of doing that would be by closing himself down and isolating for a couple of hours or days until he's suddenly fine to be the life of the party again. Call it what you want, but that's definitely not processing and there's no way that's healthy or not adding up to some big mess in the near future.
The last interview was over now. Daniel said his goodbyes and started to walk towards the Mclaren hospitality trailer, the PR guy, you, and Michael following suit behind.
"You know what? This can wait. We'll catch up later, get some rest mate", the PR guy said to Daniel as soon as you walked inside the trailer, and you wished you knew his name so you could thank him properly.
"Yeah, thanks mate", Daniel answered and disappeared inside his room.
"See ya", the PR guy said to you and Michael on his way out.
"Bye, thank you", you answered and then turned to Michael. "Hey, you think I could have a couple minutes alone with him?"
"Yeah sure, but he needs to stretch...", Michael began and you gave him a look. "Later is fine though", and walked outside. You went down the corridor and inside the room where Daniel was sitting on the bed taking off his shoes.
"Babe", you stopped in front of him, looking down.
"Don't", he said in a short tone.
"Alright, we don't have to talk... just please don't shut me out", you said in a soothing voice, putting your hands on the sides of his head and turning him to look at you.
"(y/n) I'm serious, I'm not in the fucking mood just fucking leave me alone, will ya?", he snapped at you in a hash tone, making you jump a little and take a step back, crossing your arms and looking away. That's exactly what you were trying to avoid: for the wall he built around himself to get so tall no one could reach him. You walked around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself, so you just looked outside the window.
"Alright...", you whispered to yourself.
He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry", he said looking up at you but you still couldn't look him the eyes. "Look, I... you know I didn't mean it, right?"
"Maybe it's best I just leave you alone", you said walking outside the room.
"Hold on", he said reaching for your wrist and stopping you.
"It's fine, honestly. I didn't mean to be one more thing on your mind, sorry. I should've given you some space", you tried to smile at him but deep down you knew there was only one way this 'space' thing was going and you didn't like where it was. To be honest, it actually brought tears to your eyes to think about it.
"I don't want space. Not from you", he said pulling you closer.
You stepped in between his legs and he hugged you, so you started to run your hands through his sweaty curls.
"Don't really want to talk right now though, ok?", he added.
"Okay", you said relieved. "You want to change this clothes so we can go home? Relax properly?" He just humed in response. "Maybe go yell on the top of the mountains?" He laughed at that and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.
"Yeah, let's do that", you laughed and stepped back, sitting on the bed while he got up and took off his shirt, getting a towel and walking towards the bathroom to take a shower.
After a couple minutes he returned to the room and you looked up from your phone. He had his pants on, but his shirt was bundled up on his left shoulder, while he dried his hair with the towel.
"I really thought we had it this weekend" He said casually.
"Huh?" You asked looking away from his abs. He catched you and smirked.
"I said I thought we had it. Practice went good, I've had worse qualy's. What happened today, the engine losing power, it was a control thing, my fault, there's no other way to look at it", you listened closely to him. "It's fucking frustrating cause everyone worked so hard and I just blew it", 'So much for not wanting to talk right now' you thought to yourself, but you were glad he was opening up, you could see him relaxing by the word.
"You know what happened?", you asked.
"Yeah, I think I do. Want to try it out on the simulator this week but honestly, I just wish I could go back on the track right now and test it out", he said while putting his shirt on.
"I guess it's a good thing you're coming back next weeked", you offered. "I don't mean to be that person, but think about it, could be worse. Normally, you'd have to wait a whole year to try the car in the same track and even then the car would be different, right?"
"Yeah...", he said really thinking about it. "You're right actually"
"I'm always right. You should use the privilege of having me as a privite consultant more", you joked and he smirked at you, shoving his stuff inside a bag.
"You want me to use you more?", he waved his eyebrowns at you and you rolled your eyes, making him laugh. It was so relieving to see him coming back to himself, but you wanted to make sure he wasn't just pushing his frustrations to the back, instead of dealing with them.
"Dan, you know I mean it right? You can trust me, with anything. I don't think there's a single thing you could tell me that I wouldn't do my best to help you deal with, even if just by listening", you said seriously.
"I know", he turned to look at you. "I'm just not a fan of the whining"
"Then don't whine", you said simply. "Like the stuff you said about blewing up for the team. That's ridiculous. You do nothing but work hard and they know it, it's just simply outside your control. Yet. And they see you working to get it right. Once you do, you'll be unstoppable. The team will be unstoppable, I mean. It makes them work harder too, I can tell. Aren't you the one who's always saying that it's like a clock engine? Give yourself a break, you're just a piece. A major piece, sure, but don't carry the whole weight by yourself", you said standing up and he stepped forward, hugging you. "It's not whining babe, it's us against the world alright? Think about it as emotional support, mind strategy", you smiled.
"You're really good at this 'pep talk' thing, ya know? Maybe you should be a motivational speaker", he said making you laugh.
"I'd have to know every member of the audience as well as I know you. Besides, my hour is extremely expensive. I'm not convinced you can afford it yourself", you smiled.
"Can I pay you in sexual favors?", he leaned in to try to kiss you.
"Throw in some massages and breakfast in bed, and you got yourself a deal mister", you answered against his lips.
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Anonymous said: Shiggy with a reader that was Forced to be a pro hero and don’t really care about hero and villains and is just super chill
Note: Hey Anon!! Thanks for requesting :) You didn’t specify what you wanted and I got a little carried away and ended up writing a one shot.
I hope you enjoy!
Shigaraki with a Hero S/O
Characters: Shigaraki x GN! Reader
Warnings: None
997 words
I General Mastelist I
You were out doing groceries in a store near your house as you noticed the lack of products in your apartment.
When you were about to grab something from one of the selves your hand accidentally brushed against someone else's arm. You retreated your hand immediately and looked up to the stranger's face to apologize.
Except that he wasn't a stranger, when your eyes met his both of you gasped in recognition. One of the most persecuted villains was staring at you with surprise filling his eyes.
You quickly broke eye contact and picked up the product you were looking for.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make any suspicious movement, I'm not on duty right now and I don't feel like dealing with this, I won't be forced to imprison you unless you make a scene." You murmured before turning away from the villain.
You left him there, completely dumbfounded at your words and actions. He recognized you, of course he did, you were one of the top pro heroes of Japan, usually working side to side with Mirko or Hawks. Why did you let him get away? Especially when capturing a villain of his rank would assure you fame and popularity. What were you thinking?
During the next weeks after his encounter with you he couldn't get you out of his mind. He felt the need to understand you and your behavior, he researched about you and even more doubts aroused. It seemed like you didn’t care about your popularity, almost no interviews could be found and you never attended hero events. That only caught his attention even more and soon he found himself following you around.
He would usually do it at night, slyly following your steps while you were on patrol or walking back home, trying to make sure you wouldn't notice him.
"If you are going to keep following me around, why don't you at least walk by my side?" Shigaraki jumped in surprised when you talked to him. Nonetheless he actually started walking by your side.
For days it was like this, not a single word was uttered from any of you. Still the silence was not uncomfortable, it was even soothing.
"Why didn't you arrest me?" One day he finally asked, saying what he had been wondering for a while out loud.
You shrugged your shoulders, resting its importance. "You weren't doing anything illegal; I don't know why should've arrested you"
He gaped at you, were you being serious?
"I'm a wanted villain and you are a hero, isn't that enough reason?"
You looked him in the eyes "I really couldn't care less, in fact most of the times I agree with the league's ideology. Your way never seems the correct one though. However, is none of my business"
The conversation ended there, he couldn't think of anything to say while you disappeared from his sight, stepping in your apartment.
You would've expected him to stop following you around after that conversation. However, he didn't. He only grew more interested in you after having talked with you.
This time instead of walking in complete silence there were several conversations from time to time. Mostly short and vague as it was Shigaraki who would ask about the day you met.
There was an odd feeling of bonding that grew stronger with the time. These meetings almost feeling like an old friends’ conversation after years without seeing each other. Getting to the point where both of you would actually look forward to the specific moment when he would walk you home.
"You know? Hero society is really messed up, I mean, I know you are aware of that fact. But as a hero I'm always seeing the corruption." You confessed once.
"Then why did you decide to become a hero?" He asked with sincere interest.
“It was never really my choice; I was scouted by the hero commission as a kid and basically forced into this life.” You replied shrugging your shoulders as you were speaking.
Shigaraki’s eyes grew bigger in surprise. “Have you ever considered quitting?” He questioned.
“Not really, I’m honestly unsure on how the commission would take it. Plus, I don’t hate the job. It's just something I wouldn’t have chosen if given the opportunity to decide” You finished, looking back at Shigaraki and giving him a smile.
“Well, that’s enough talk about me. Aren’t you gonna tell me your villain origin?” You joked, not really expecting the man at your side to open up with you.
Surprisingly he did. Not because you had just told him about your life and he felt the need to pay you back somehow. He actually was willing to open up to you, even if that meant showing himself vulnerable. For some reason, not even himself could understand, he felt safe around you.
You stared at him, glassy eyes with tears threatening to fall at his words. He was looking down once he stopped talking. You had arrived at your door long ago and were sitting on the stairs while he was still talking. You moved without thinking twice and wrapped your arms around him, he stiffened at first but relaxed in your touch and hugged you back. Your embrace gave him a sense of safety he hadn’t felt for a long time and he allowed himself to silently cry while mourning all what he couldn’t before.
From that moment on the relationship only grew stronger and soon it was beyond a simple friendship. Your natural laidback and non judgmental personality made it really easy to forget your really different social positions when the two of you were together.
He did eventually introduce you to the league and after some time of suspicion they ended up loving you as well.
In general, the highlight of the relationship is how for those moments alone you two can be yourselves instead of having to live to everyone’s perception and expectations on how you should behave.
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Glimpses: Part 9 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)
Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter
Summary: Are you... finally having a date?
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: Hey y’all! Again, I apologize for the delay but uni didn’t allow for me to have some free time to write. I’ll try to upload something earlier next week and hope you enjoy the new chapter until then! xxx
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“Wish I could've seen your beautiful face on my screen tonight, sweetheart.“ You stare at your phone. Is she… flirting? By now it’s too late, so you can’t ask Alex for help since she is already sound asleep on her side of the world. You ruffle your hair and let your head fall to the back to look at the ceiling. Taking in a deep breath, you close your eyes and consider your options. Tonight, it’s only you, your phone and Kathryn.
Unsure of what to do, you opt for the safer way and start a conversation rather than flirt with her right away, because honestly, you don’t even know what to do. “You know, we all actually hoped you guys would be able to see us, too.“
You are not sure if you blew it with that, but then again it’s not like you and Kathryn haven’t talked about things the fans think before, not that you are not one of them, but that’s a different story. She takes a while to respond and you throw your phone on the bed before lying down on your back.
Looking up at the stars on your ceiling, you reflect on what happened within the last week until your phone lights up again. You lie there for a short while waiting for Kathryn to respond and think about what plans you have for the rest of the week. You train of thought gets stopped when your phone lights up. You turn to your side to look at it and realize it lit up, yes, but this time there is no new message. Instead, additionally to lighting up, your phone starts to vibrate as hold it in your hand - a familiar face looking right at you. Yours. She is calling you. KATHRYN. On Facetime.
Shocked as you are, you throw your phone across the room and as you try to catch it you hit it again, which only makes it fly further away. You immediately jump after it and fall from your bed in the process, taking a tumble before rolling off on the floor. Typical you and you would roll your eyes at yourself right now, if only you weren’t so busy reaching out for your phone.
For a moment, you think about how you could’ve hit your head pretty hard just a second ago, but somehow your body went into god mode and you managed to roll off pretty quickly. Phone in hand you are lying on the floor, all sprawled out as the time runs out to pick up the call. Gladly, you remember you should and take it as you still lie on the floor.
“Kathryn?“, you try to catch your breath. “Sweetheart, HEY!“, you catch a glimpse of her as you’re getting up to sit on your chair and hear her laugh. “What exactly are you doing, Y/N? You look… You are a mess, honey! WHAT HAPPENED?“
You immediately stop in your motion and look at her while running a hand through your hair trying to look more presentable. “I…“, you stutter. “I… I.. My phone… Floor. I had to… It’s…“
“Sweetheart you gotta take a breath for me now.“, she looks at you concerned.
“Yes, thank you Kathryn, yes. Hello there! I’m sorry. I might’ve hit my head actually. I’m not sure.“ She smiles once again while she is looking at you with her warm, blue eyes, as she gives you another minute to calm down after you ramble. “Well, I’m glad I get to see you now. I hate those one sided video things, especially since I’ve missed your face.“ She winks.
“You saw me like… 5 days ago. You’ll live.“ You can’t help but laugh at her antics once again and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment until she breaks it. “Anyway, I am calling because I wanted to know if you will come and spend some time in my garden again this weekend.“ The words leave her mouth and you hear her but your brain seems unable to comprehend what is being said. How can this be your life right now?
While you are caught up in your thoughts Kathryn continues talking. “I promise this time we’ll stay at my place. No surprise gigs or anything to attend. Just the gals hanging out.“ You want to ask her if this is a date, you really do, but you can’t get yourself to be bold like that. Instead you just shoot her a wide smile as she waits for your answer and nod. “Yes! Absolutely! I mean… We never got to finish that bottle of wine we opened, so…“
Now it’s her turn to nod and you both fall silent again. Even though you are fully comfortable sitting in silence and just spending time with her in real life, it feels different on Facetime. Kathryn seems to notice rather quickly and breaks the silence again.
“Well, Sweetheart. I’ll let you go because I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. I will send you details for the weekend as soon as I know what my schedule looks like and then I’ll have Peter pick you up again?“
“That sounds amazing!…“ And you should've stopped there but at the same time you feel a little adventurous, so you throw a common phrase in there that Alex uses any chance she gets. Realizing you could always say you don’t mean it that way makes it even easier - after all Kathryn doesn’t know you actually do. “It’s a date!“
Her smile turns into a wide grin. “It’s a date. I’ll see you on Saturday then.“
“Not if I see you first.“
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You don’t see her first. Kathryn would never admit it, but she is in fact very nervous and paces up and down the house waiting for you. She fully cleaned all of it last night already, knowing that you would come over today.
When she hears Peter and you arrive with the car, she walks up to the front door immediately and opens it right as you exit the car. You're wearing a flow-y summer dress again and your hair falls your shoulders in beautiful curls. A pair of sunglasses is propped up on top of your head and she can see you squinting your eyes against the sun.
Kathryn is leaning against the door frame as Peter sees you off and the two of you laugh about a dad joke he makes. She likes how you get along with everyone around her so well and her heart skips a beat as you turn around and your eyes meet. She is beautiful. A dark green pantsuit, that Kathryn combined with a white shirt (including the rolled up sleeves, of course), is hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her hair is in its usual curly mess and slowly moves in the wind as a fresh breeze hits her face.
Faster than anticipated you make your way up to her and wrap her up into a hug that, according to your consideration, is a little bit longer than a usual hug. She holds onto you just as tight and her hand wanders up to the back of your neck. When you finally let go of earth other you forget to put distance between your bodies again, so you find yourself just a couple inches away from her face once again.
“You look… stunning.“ She says as her hand softly pushes back a strand of hair behind your right ear.
“THANK YOU!“, you say in a high pitched voice as your eyes widen because of how embarrassing that voice raise was. “You look beautiful as always yourself, Kathryn.“
The smile on her face tells you that the compliment is sitting very well with her and you decide to keep a bit of the mystery, so you brush against her as you walk inside the house and make your way to the door thats leading to the garden.
Stunned, Kathryn stays in the doorframe for a moment before following you out onto the patio. She reaches you before you can reach the seating area because you purposefully strolled a little and appreciated the beauty of her backyard.
“I love your dress! That color and fit is just… you look beautiful, Y/N.“ You blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she has just caught up to you. The two of you have reached the couch and she offers you to sit first and makes sure you have a drink and everything you need before she makes herself comfortable. Just like last time, she sits down across from you first, keeping the mystery and all.
The Kathryn you get to meet now is not that much different from the Kathryn you met within the last two weeks. She is funny and open and, if anything has changed, then it is the fact that she is much more relaxed without all the other people around.
As she tells you about her latest interview fails and gives you inside on her life, you can’t help but fall for her a little more, especially whenever she throws her head back as she laughs wholeheartedly.
When it’s your turn to tell stories, you tell her about your childhood hobbies and how does might effect your future. She is very interested in arts and you immediately agree to meet up again to create something together. Talking about how you spend your free time, you finally mention Alex and talk about how fast she became your best friend. Just as always, she makes you feel like you are the most important person on the planet as you talk and somehow you feel like Alex becomes important to her as well, the moment you talk about how important she is to you.
With every glass she pours, Kathryn scooches a little closer to you until your knees nearly touch. Whenever you laugh about a joke, she reaches out to put her right hand on your leg and as you finish the first bottle of wine and she decides to order pizza as the sun starts to set, she plops down right next to you after getting the menu off the kitchen table.
Being fully comfortable with her now, you let yourself sink into her shoulder as the two of you browse the pizza names to see what you want to order. Luckily, you make a decision rather quickly while Kathryn needs some time, so you can enjoy the moment of closeness for a little while longer.
For the very first time, you realize how good her hair smells and how calming her aura is. You close your eyes to take it all in and smile to yourself about the sheer happiness that you are feeling in this very moment.
Kathryn notices how calm you have gotten and leans back as her left arm sneakily finds its way across your shoulder to hold you close to her. Leaning back into the couch, she pulls you with her and the both of you sit in silence as you listen to her heartbeat.
After a while, you hear a deep growl and Kathryn gets startled out of her meditational state. “Oh I’m sorry! I must be hungrier than I thought I am.“
She takes out her arm from behind you again and reaches for the menu and her phone to call the delivery service. When the pizza arrives and she comes back from the front door, she sits down on the other side of the couch once again and you immediately miss being by her side.
The pizza is nice, maybe even the best pizza you’ve had from any delivery service before, and by the time you finished eating, the sun has fully set. Not sure how she is going to react, you fiddle with your fingers for a moment before making a proposal.
“I.. actually arranged something. I looked up Peter’s agency and asked for his number and asked him if he could take us somewhere tonight. I mean.. If you’d wanna go?“
Once again speechless, Kathryn looks at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as her face is beaming from excitement. “Absolutely! Do we… need anything or are we good to go right away?“ It’s nice that she wants to help, but she doesn’t have to. Alex and you have planned for this very moment all week and talked it all through several times, so that Peter and you could arrange the surprise for Kathryn.
You help her up from the couch and lead her back into the house, where a filled basket, that has magically appeared, is waiting at the front door. Peter is already waiting in the car ready to take you to the stars.
It’s a rather short drive as he takes you to a little meadow on a hill where you can look over Los Angeles in between rocks and trees and actually see the stars as well. Naturally, he stays in the car and ready a book as the two of you walk up to the corner of the hill, where a small spot suggests that lots of couples have spent some time there.
“This is perfect, Y/N. I….“ She looks at you before looking up at the night sky and stops talking as she feels your eyes on her. Your fingers on the blanket are close enough to hers that you can feel her warmth and you slowly move them closer. Neither of you breaks eye contact as your hands touch and a tingles move through all of your body.
You bite the inside of your lower lip in anticipation as you cup her hand with yours completely. Giving it one last squeeze, you let go and cup her face instead. Slowly, you move closer until you can feel her breath on your lips. Looking into her eyes for one last time, you overcome the remaining inches and capture her lips in a longing kiss as your hands find their way into her long hair.
Leaning into the kiss with a little too much force, combined with the fact that she is so focused on the way you make her feel, makes her lose balance and she falls backwards onto the blanket. Before you can do anything about it, you find yourself on top of Kathryn who is grinning and goes in for yet another kiss. Now she is the one who is holding onto you and her hands glide all over your body as she takes no measures to get you off of her.
You make out with her in that position for a short moment, before she stops in her tracks. “We can’t. Not like that. Not out here. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.“
“Oh no, don’t be sorry. You are absolutely right.“ You smile and kiss her shortly for one last time before getting off of her. “Let’s go back home? It’s getting rather cold anyway.“
“Home? Are you… Staying over tonight?“ She looks at you, unsure of what to expect.
For a moment you consider if you should play it save, but thinking about everything that happened tonight, you decide to go into full offense and shoot your shot while you wink at her. “Well, Ms. Hahn. Seems like you are asking me to stay, so I might as well.“
She looks at you and you can tell she is biting her lip before she looks back at the lights in front of her as she grabs your hand. “Please stay, Y/N. I would love that.“
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