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temporarilyunstable · 2 years ago

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39 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Director Naoyoshi Shiotani was prepared to face criticism for changing the main characters in PSYCHO-PASS 3

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This was one of my most favorite interviews of Director Shiotani - and although this is completely translated by means of software, I like to think more or less the context has been captured well so I'm sharing the translation here (online translators, we've come a long, long way).

What I do always is double-check both (google and deepL) piece by piece, one because both software do not do well with big amounts of text at the same time, and I do this at least twice because I notice that the translation gets better and the sentences are more coherent, especially when you use deepL. In fact, I ended up using mostly the deepL translations because I feel it's more a contextual translation rather than a word-per-word. You'll notice that both of the translations only slightly vary, though.

Since again, this is software translated, please leave a bit of room for errors. I did of course change some of the names (all hail mister shinya cunningham c/ o deepL lol).

Sharing this because I have such a huge respect for Director Shiotani's passion for this show, and now that we're drawing close to potentially an annoucement of what's next for the series, I think it's good to look back on the steps it took to get us this far, and to appreciate all the work HE's done to push this series forward. Enjoy!

Director Naoyoshi Shiotani was prepared to face criticism for changing the main characters in "PSYCHO-PASS 3”

Published on March 26, 2020

There is a popular anime series that began airing in 2012 and has continued for eight years. It is "PSYCHO-PASS:"

In October 2019, "PSYCHO-PASS 3," the third season of the series, will begin. Director Naoyoshi Shiotani, who has worked on the series since the first season, looks back on the third season and reveals that he was prepared for criticism.

In March 2020, "PSYCHO-PASS 3: FIRST INSPECTOR," the final installment of the third season, will be released in theaters. Amidst the high expectations for this completely new film, which is expected to reveal various mysteries that were not discussed in the TV series, we present a must-read interview with Director Shiotani to find out his thoughts on the matter.

Psycho-Pass Synopsis

The story takes place in the near future, where people's security is maintained by the "Sibyl System," a gigantic surveillance network that quantifies the soul. The film depicts detectives with the "Dominator," a gun that measures the "crime coefficient," a numerical value related to crime, as they pursue "potential criminals" before they commit their crimes.

I wanted to make sure to portray the drama of Shinya Kogami in "SS" before the third season.

The TV series "PSYCHO-PASS 3" (hereafter referred to as the third TV season) aired from October to December 2019. Looking back , what are your thoughts on it?

Anyway, I think it's been a long time ....... About 4 years ago, I started planning the third TV season at the same time as the movie "PSYCHO-PASS: Sinners of the System" ("SS", to be released in 2019).

Around the time after "PSYCHO-PASS the Movie" (released in 2015), Fuji Television asked me what to do next. At that time, I had a vague idea that even if I were to make a third TV season, it would be centered on the story that continued from the movie version, and the characters would continue with Akane Tsunemori (CV: Kana Hanazawa) and Shinya Kogami (CV: Tomokazu Seki) as its central characters.

I was shocked when I saw the release of information about the third TV season. I didn't expect the main characters to change. ......! And.

In my mind, "PSYCHO-PASS" was created with the image of focusing on a turning point in a major current. (GT: in a big stream). I dare to use the word "justice," but the story is centered on the protagonist's continuous search for the answer to the question, "What is my own justice?” The central axis of the story is to depict the continuous search for this answer.

So I think it is quite natural that the central character, the protagonist, changes with the times.

However, I thought that changing the main character and creating a new work would be the next best thing, if I were to do it.

I was told that it was okay to take a "leap forward”. It would be interesting to continue what we have been doing, but it doesn't have to be the Public Safety Bureau. For example, the young detectives/detective boys* could be the main character. I was like, "What are you talking about?” (Laughs.) But I thought it would be okay to change the way I thought about it and make it that way. I felt like I had a boost in my back**.

*young detectives = I chose this because it was translating to “detective boys” and when i looked at the romanization it was “shonen

** could be re-contextualized as “I had support behind my back” = TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT!

That was the reason behind the birth of the new Criminal Division 1.

However, I think the challenge is to create a sustained flow of the series, rather than to abruptly introduce a new Division 1. If you skip the process to the third TV season, viewers will be confused. They watch the third TV season and ask, "Why is Kogami back in Japan?" I told the producer and the production committee that he has his own drama and I wanted to portray that so that I could create "SS," which would also be a new series line.

Therefore, we discussed the composition of "SS" and the third TV season almost simultaneously.

How did you go about the composition? (series composition)

Makoto Fukami, who has been working on the script since the first TV season, and Tow Ubukata, who has been working on the script since the second TV season, participated in the composition of the new series from the beginning, and then we asked Ubukata to put together the composition (GT:summary) for the third TV season. Ryo Yoshigami, author of the novel "PSYCHO-PASS ASYLUM," also participated in the writing of SS and the third TV season. The third season is a story that we created together with the three of them.

SS, which is the link between the two, was based on the synopsis I wanted to create, and I worked with Fukami-san and Yoshigami-san individually to shape it. SS has a flow as a series leading to the third season, but I thought it would be wonderful if I could create a story that would show each artist's individuality, and this is how we came to this arrangement.

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48 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

10TH ANNIVERSARY ANNOUNCEMENT!!

PSYCHO-PASS Psycho Pass 10th Anniversary Project is now underway👏

The outline of the project will be unveiled in a special live broadcast program. Please be sure to watch.

Date: Sunday, August 14, 2022 at 18:00

Distribution: Noitamina YouTube channel

MC: Tomokazu Seki (Kogami) & Nojima Kenji (Ginoza)

From the official website:

Since its launch in 2012, the original animated TV series "PSYCHO-PASS" has been expanding its world view.

In October 2022, we will launch the "10th Anniversary Project" to commemorate 10 years of broadcasting!

The outline of the project will be unveiled in a special live broadcast program. The two MCs will be Tomokazu Seki, who plays Shinya Kogami, and Kenji Nojima, who plays Nobuchika Ginoza.

Please come and watch!

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Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Project

There's a LOT of stuff going on in the next few months!! Here's a GT version of the events! Please support the staff & production! Full details & link here!

Radio Show PSYCHO-PASS Radio Public Security Bureau Criminal Division 24:00 Revival

Distribution: Internet Radio & Spotify every 2nd Friday of the month starting September 2022

Psycho-Pass Fanclub Psycho Box - 10th Anniversary Special Goods

Fanclub member exclusive illustration/merchandise

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120 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

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10th Anniversary Project Visual + Teaser Visual for the new movie Psycho-Pass Providence

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thesetrashimagines · 4 years ago

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The Man Pt.3

A Peaky Blinders Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, and nudity.

GIF is not mine!

Pt.2 Pt.4

Summary: The deal has been made and you have a long night of fighting ahead of you.

AN: It’s a kind of a big one, hope you don’t mind :)

After shaking hands, Arthur left to go back to the private room. Leaving you stood there with a whole audience staring at you, “I’ve got a fight tomorrow night.” You turned to your group with a wide smile, “I got a fight tomorrow night!” The 5 men stood and surrounded you and yelled to the bartender to keep the drinks coming. Everyone in the pub cheered and congragulated you. You were sat down with the lads again when people started coming up to your table asking about the fight and who you all were. Peter and Cal, being the dramatic men they are, stood on the table together. Swaying slightly from the alcohol and annouced, “Tomorrow night we have a gracious fight for you-” Peter interrupted Cal, swinging an arm around the man’s neck, “You wonderful folk!” Both men smiled big at the people standing around the table. “This here is Adi! He’s gonna be kicking some poor bastards arse tomorrow night!” Cal nodded enthustastically, “Yes! And everyone here should attend! It will be the best entertainment you’ve ever seen!”

The bar keep yelled at them to get down or get tossed out, “Oi! You think you have some fucking power over me? You fu-!” Dante pulled Peter down by the arm before he could get the rest out, “Shut up you drunkard, we’ll get kicked out if you keep that up” He shot daggers back up to Cal, “You too! Get off the fucking table.” Cal waved finger guns at Dante before jumping off the table, causing a few girls to yelp in surprise. “Sorry miss I didn’t mean to frighten you, I can buy you a drink as an apology?” Dante hit his face with the palm of his hand.

Peter taunted, “You don’t have a chance Cal!” He stood up from his seat and sauntered over to Cal’s group of girls.

“Should I tell his wife?” Dante turned back around and rose his brows at the three of you. “I mean go for it, I'd love to hear Nina give him an ear full.” You responded. “No no he wouldn’t do that to her. Look he’s coming back with Cal now.” At Nik’s words you diverted your eyes to the burly shape of Peter with Cal under his arm. “Peter you thick headed fuck! Let me go!” Peter threw Cal onto the cushion where he bounced and ended up leaning against Dante, “Dante mate, why don’t women love me?” Peter crossed his arms and let out a loud laugh. “Cal you haven’t met the right one yet.” Dante patted Cal’s cheek and shifted him to sit upright. “You won’t if you ask them what kind of fabric their bloomers are made out of.” Peter sat down with another laugh and slapped his hand onto the table, making some of Theo’s drink slosh over the side. “Pete watch what you’re doing!” Theo picked up his glass and started licking up the sides trying to catch the spilt whiskey. “Peter shut up you have a wife.” Cal leaned his head back onto the booth, “you lot have been together since you were in diapers, it ain’t that easy for us.” Nik laughed, “You’re right Cal it ain’t easy.” He tilted his glass to Cal who picked up his own and clinked it against Nik's, then both men drank.

“Cal I wouldn’t get too upset,” you jutted your head forward, “theres a girl coming over right now.” You watched as Cal’s eye drifted in that direction and then he choked on his drink. “Bloody hell mate don’t die.” Theo reached over the table and hit Cal on the back. “Alright alright you brute, I’m fine now.” Cal waved off Theo.

“Excuse me gentlemen, which one of you is the boxer?” You all looked at each other and laughed. “Well miss you see, we’re all boxers.” Nik looked at the girl and then to Cal. “He’s the better one out of all of us though.” Pointing a finger at Cal, the girl looked at him and smiled. “So where have you fought?” Cal looked at Nik and winked then he slid closer to Dante, making room for the girl to sit, which she did. “Almost everywhere in Britain. My names Cal.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, “and you?” She giggled and covered her lips. “Dixie, It’s nice to meet you Cal.”

You looked to Theo and faked gagged. He laughed at you then pretended to blow his brains out, you laughed back at him and swatted his arm. The two of you got into a fit of giggling quickly. “You two alright?” Nik looked at the both of you leaning on each other and laughing, hitting one another periodically. He could barely hear the high pitched whispers you two where exchanging. “Ted look at his moustache, It’s starting to flop down.” Letting out a wheeze you hit Theo on the chest and pointed towards Cal, who was sitting facing Dixie. “Ohhohoho look at ‘im!” Theo let out a cackle and leaned over to you, “Nikki's staring at us. Look! Look! Look!” You glanced over your shoulder before busting out in giggles, you tried to keep a straight face while maintaing eye contact with Nik. “I swear you two get fucking stupid when you’re together. “ Shaking his head Nik looked at Peter's empty seat, “Where’d the fuck Peter go to?” Dante raised a finger and pointed to Peter who was singing with a group of people. “Theo! Peter’s singing!” You shouted and pointed at the red headed man blaring out lyrics. “He’s a fucking Banshee! OI PETER YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING CAT!” Theo lifted his hand to his mouth and shouted. You saw Dante cover his mouth trying to conceal his laughter.

“Dante go show ‘im how it’s done.” Dante’s eyes widened at your words, “I am not gonna sing.” You let out a loud dramatic sigh, “UGH! Dante you can fucking sing like an angel!” You hit Nik in the arm, “Right Nikki?” He put his arms on the back of the booth and smiled at Dante. “Yeah Adi. He does sing beautifully. If you pull out some spanish Dante, you’ll have the girls melted on the floor.” Theo laughed and layed his hand out on the table, “Yes! Dante you’ve got to!” Theo patted the table, you were sent into another fit of giggles. “Why the fuck are you patting the table for mate?” He looked at you with a clueless face before wheezing.

“Oh for fucks sake, here they go again.” Nik shook his head again and turned away from the two of you. “Seriously Dante I’ve been hearing you humming all night.” You flew yourself onto Nik’s back and locked an arm around his neck and pointed the other at Dante’s shocked face, “you either do 3 more shots with me or you sing.” Your tone of voice and the look on your face made Dante sigh before he downed the rest of his drink then reached over and downed yours. “Fuck it.” He climbed onto the table and started singing. “AYE DANTE BOY LEMME HEAR YA!” Peter spun around to face Dante and laughed aloud with rosey cheeks and a open smile. You, Nik, and Theo had your arms around each other and swayed side to side with the beat of Dante’s voice. Cal stood up with his girl and started dancing with her. The rest of the pub joined in. You opened your eyes and saw the private room door open. The man that you met outside of the Peaky Blinders building was stood there and was, once again, smoking. He was watching the scene in front of him expressionless.

Theo and Nik noticed your quietness and asked if you were alright. You nodded and went back to singing along with Dante. At this point he was singing a Spanish song, one he taught you not too long after meeting you. He was pleasantly surprised when you told him you knew how to speak Spanish among other langauges.

He looked down at you from on top of the table and smiled. He pointed at you and waved his hand up. Then Theo basically put you on the table himself, you lost balance before Dante grabbed you and swung his arm around you. You returned the gesture and put an arm around his waist then the two of you belted out in drunken harmony.

“Oi! What’d I say about standing on the tables?” The barkeep came up to the front of your table and waved a dish towel about furiously. “GET OUT! THE LOT OF YA!” Theo stood up and you noticed the barkeep falter slightly at the sheer size of Theo. “Alright you two it’s time to go.” You leaned out towards Theo, “Theo I’m taller than you!” You laughed then took a step forward and slipped on the spilt alcohol, falling off the table. “Adonis!” Nik shot up and ran over to you. You were laying there facing the floor.

When Nik got to your side and knelt down next to you, he could hear you laughing. “You arsehole, he’s fine.” Nik looked up to Theo, “Can you take him out?” Theo nodded and reached down to pick you up, “Come on Adi, we’re going ‘ome.” Wrapping you arm around his neck, Theo stooped down to help you lean on him. “Theodore I don’t want to go home.” Soon Nik and Dante were standing around you, “Too bad Adi we’re leaving. Remember you’ve got a fight tomorrow.” Your eyes widened at Nik, “oh fuck...” You whipped around to Peter, “Pete let’s go!” Peter said his goodbyes to the group of people he had been with and came over. “Where the fuck is Cal?” The 5 of you were frantically looking around before Dante spoke up, “He’s outside.” Through the window by the door you could see Cal making out with Dixie who he had pushed up against the glass. “You and your little group need to go. Now.” The 5 of you turned to see the Peaky Blinders, “Hey look it’s the Peakys!” Peter pointed at them and shared a look of amusment with all of you. “Ugh you fuckers...come on boys the spoil sports are here, time to go.” You looked to the curly headed boy from the hospitial and flipped him off. He glenched his jaw then took a step forward but the men around held him back, “Not now Finn, remember what Arthur said.” You smiled at him and turned around to walk out the door but not before you eyed the smoking man again.

The 5 of you bustled out of the bar and Peter turned to Cal, “We’re leaving now Cal, to go back to Adonis’ so you either come with us or fuck your lassie at some hotel.” Cal pulled away from the girl and wiped his mouth, “Uhhh,” He turned back to the girl and kissed her again, “you’re coming to the fight tomorrow night right?” The girl unwrapped her arms from his neck, “Of course, I wouldn’t miss a good fight.” Cal smiled and pecked her cheek, “I’ll see you there.” As Cal caught up with your group, Peter and Theo shouted after the woman, waving at her, “See you tomorrow girlie!” She giggled and waved back at them. “Boys! Stop you’re embarrassing me!” Cal started smacking their hands down. You all laughed at him.

When you reached the doorstep to your apartment you turned to the men and told them sternly, “Now I have an elderly lady living next to me so no loud noises.” All of them nodded and entered through the threshold. “This a nice little place you’ve got ‘ere Adi.” Theo was looking at everything. Peter’s voice echoed from the kitchen, “You’ve got rum Adonis?” He came out holding the bottle, “this shit is fucking old too. Where’d you find this?” You lid down on the couch and threw your leg over the back of it. “Theres a general store a few streets from here and the owner had this shelf of rum and whiskey. You could tell they were old by the dust that was on the bottles, but mate,” you pointed a drunk finger at him, “that’s some good fucking shit. I took a couple of sips and I was in love.” You smiled with your eyes closed.

"That's a touching story and all Adi but where the fuck are we gonna sleep?" You slowly turned your head to Cal, "Well Casanova, one of you can sleep here and then I have a cot in my workshop, sadly my bed can only fit one person so..." You glanced around, "But if someone is really up for it, they can sleep in the bathtub. And after that we have this lovely floor." You turned onto your side and patted the floor. "You know what? I'll take the floor lads." You gracefully flopped onto the floor and grabbed a pillow off the couch. "Niiiigghht." The other 5 men looked at you them each other, "Adi get up you ain't sleeping on the floor." Nik stepped over to your body and gently nudged you in the thigh with his foot. "Adonis.....Adonis!" You whined, "whaaaat?" Nik huffed a laugh and shoved you with his foot again. "Come on. Up to bed with ya." Dante lid down on the couch, "I call the couch." The rest of the men took off to claim their beds for the night. "Theodore your fucking legs reach the fucking floor! Let me take the cot!" Cal complained.

"Go take Adi's bed he's out there on the floor still!" Nik shook his head, "Hey Adonis is sleeping in his own bed!" You groaned again and slowly got up. "Stop yelling!" You got up the steps with Niks help.

When you both entered your bedroom he closed the door. "Come here so I can checked you over again." You huffed and lid down face first into your bed. "Nikki I'm okay. I just wanna sleep." He rubbed his face and nodded. "Okay but you better take care of yourself when I leave this room." You knew what he meant, he wanted you to unbind and clean your stitches. You waved your hand at him and he left. You sat up and did what Nik asked. Unbinding your chest you let out a content sigh, next you undid Niks tie and took off the bandages. There was a little blood but you knew you would manage

Waking up the next morning hurt. You were sore all over and had a throbbing headache, you needed a bath. You walked out of your room and shuffled into your bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and laughed. You looked rough. After brushing your teeth, you striped naked. You were excited to get clean but when you pulled back the curtain, there scrunched up in a ball, was a sleeping Theo. You let out a scream and tripped over your feet. ‘Clothes, I need clothes now!' You pulled up your boxers and frantically searched for a towel to cover yourself with; in your drunken state last night you decided it was too hot for a shirt. 'How did I forget that I had people over?!'

“Adi? What you yelling for?” Theo watched you with half lidded eyes as you scrambled around. “What’s got ya panicking?” You faced him with flushed face and a towel wrapped around your shoulders, “Nothing!”

You almost broke the door off with how hard you ripped it open. On the other side of it stood Dante and Cal. They looked at you in confusion wondering why you were gripping the edges of a towel so tightly around yourself and why you were breathing so heavily, “Adi?” Without sparing them a glance, you shoved past them into your room and slammed the door closed. Theo blinked a couple of times at Cal and Dante before realizing what had just happened.

A soft knock came to the door, “Adi?” It was Theo. “Mate you alright?” You walked over to the door and put your forehead on it with a thud. “I thought you were sleeping on the cot?” A muffled laugh sounded through the door, “No Cal woulnd’t stop nagging me so I just gave it to 'im.” You heard a scoff, “Yeah well what’d you expect? You didn’t fit on the fucking thing anyway.” There was a short pause, “And you thought a fucking bath tub was any better?” Dante busted out laughing and you could hear Cal stammering. “Adonis what had you freaking out?” You hit your head against the door again and groaned, “Because you almost saw me buckarse naked Theo!” The man behind the door roared in laughter with Cal and Dante joining in. “Can you please leave so I can actually get clean?” Your heart was still beating pretty fast at the thought of being caught. All you wanted to do was to relax. A few more chuckles came through the door before you got your answer, “Yeah apologies about that Adi.” You sighed, “It’s fine Theo...” It got silent once again and you slowly opened the door to peak through the crack. The coast was clear. You ran into the bathroom and finally let go of the towel, your fingers were stiff from gripping the fabric so tightly.

You got ready for the day and left the bathroom. You could hear the lads in the kitchen and by the smell of the house, they were having breakfast. The kitchen was a state. Cal and Dante were standing around the stove cooking some eggs, bacon, and toast. While Theo and Nik sat at the table talking about tonights fight. And lastly there was Peter, who was asleep face down on the table with a throw blanket draping over his shoulders.

Cal let out a whistle, “Look at that sight!” You gave Cal a once over and saw he was wearing an apron, ‘Where’d he get that from?’ You met his eyes, “D’you really just call me a sight?” Cal smiled sweetly, “I’m just saying you look good. You should let me borrow your clothes.” You barked out a laugh, “It’s not my fault you’ve got shit style Cal.” He let out a gasp as the other men in the room laughed at the two of you. “By the way you better clean up after yourselves. Oh and nice apron.” You opened the icebox and saw that the bottle of rum was gone, grabbing an apple you turned back to look at Peter, noticing the bottle grasped tightly in his hand.

“Seriously Peter?” You got no reply. Aiming for his head you threw the apple and yelled his name, “Peter!” The man shot up with wide eyes and looked around the room trying to figure out who and or what hit him. “The fuck you want?” Leaning against the icebox you crossed your arms. “You drank my good bottle of rum and drooled on my table, you owe me.” His eyebrows shot up, “Owe you? You bastard! I slept here on this table last night! I needed to the rum to knock me out! I don’t owe you shit!” You shrugged your shoulders and stood up off the icebox, “S’not my fault you didn’t claim the floor.” Peter laughed, “Peter McFought doesn’t sleep on the floor.” Nodding your head you let out a sarcastic, “Mhmm.” And turned to leave the kitchen.

Dante called out to you in a weird voice, “You gonna have breakfast sport?” Everyone was quiet for a moment, "What the hell was that?"

"My American accent..." The room boomed with laughter. “Don’t....ever....do that again.” You said in between laughs, “Dante that was horrible. How many Americans you think sound like that?” Nik put his hand down from his mouth. “I don’t know...most of them?” Nik slapped the table and leaned back in his chair laughing again.

Cal walked to the cupboards and started taking out plates. He lifted one and put all the bacon on it, then another for the eggs, and lastly another for the bread. “Be a lamb Adi and put these on the table.” You did as he asked then sat down. “Alrighty boys breakfast is served!”

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At the Shelby household, things were a little different. “You made a deal with who?” Arthur shifted in his seat then looked to Tommy, “That Adonis bloke, you know the one who broke into the Garrison.” The last few days your name has been the only thing leaving the Shelby’s mouths. “Why would you make a deal with ‘im!?” John stood up and waved an arm towards the wall. “John listen yeah he made me a deal I couldn’t refuse.” John’s eyes bugged as he looked at his brother, “A deal you couldn’t refuse? Arthur did you forget when we all agreed that he’s an assassin?!” Tommy was sat at the head of the table slouched back in his chair with a hand covering his face. “Arthur what deal did he make you?” John’s head snapped towards Tommy, “Tom-” Thomas held up his hand to silence his younger brother, “John sit down and let Arthur tell us what deal he couldn’t fucking refuse.”

Arthur straightened up in his seat, “So theres this man who has very close ties with one of the largest boxing companies in Britain.” Arthur took a breath, “Me and him have become good friends over the years you know? We’ve boxed together and you lot think I’m bad wait till you see this fucker-” “Get on with it Arthur.” Glancing at Tom, Arthur gave a nod and continued, “Well last night at the Garrison I left to go see what all that commotion was. I walked over to one of the tables near the back and there was Peter!” John let out a sigh. “After a short chat Peter asked me if he could use our ring for a fight. I said no at first Tom, but then he told me about this bloke named Adonis and how his name would get thousands of people to come and watch.” “Arthur, did Peter tell you if he already planned the fight?” He shook his head. “No Tom he didn’t, but! I said to ‘im ‘ow are we gonna get thousands of people to come on such short notice like that and he said that he could make a few phone calls and the place would be packed. Then after that I met the rest of them.” Tommy tilted his head a little, “The rest of them?”

“Yeah there was 5 of ‘em. Uhhh Nik, Cal, Theo, and I think ‘is name was Dante. But they’re all boxers, good ones too Tom. Big names in the boxing world.” Tom nodded, “What about Adonis?” Arthur let out a huff of laughter, “You should’ve seen his face Tom.” Arthur rubbed a hand over his mustache, “But you know I shook hands with the man and he told me ‘ow if he won the fight he would give me all his earnings and what ever bets placed on ‘im. As an apology for you know-” “Yes I know Arthur.” “But Tom if Peter brings as many people as he said he will, thats a fuck lot of money.” Arthur had both arms out on the table with his palms up. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Besides you already agreed to this without the rest of us so we have no choice but to accept.” Everyone was silent. Then Polly spoke up, “So we have a fight to watch tonight?” Michael looked up at the ceiling as if asking for guidance, “No mum last time you were around that man you wanted to fuck him. I’m not letting you go anywhere near him.” Polly rose a single brow, “I am a grown fucking woman and your mother, “ She pointed her hand holding a cigarette towards Michael, “I will do as I fucking please and you will watch what you say to me.”

Thomas stood from his spot and clapped his hands together, “Alright we all know what’s happening tonight. Meetings over.” The room was empty except for Tom and Arthur who stopped at the door, “You won’t regret this Tom.” Tommy lit a cigarette and took a puff, “I hope I don’t Arthur."

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You and the boys were making your way to the ring to get a look at what tonight would be like. “So none of you brought a fucking car?” Nik rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I might of crashed the last one.” You stopped and gawked at him, “YOU CRASHED THE CAR I BOUGHT YOU!?” Nik ran over and covered your mouth, “Don’t be so loud! And yes I did but you should blame Dante.” “Me!? The hell I do?” Peter spoke up, “They wanted to do that thing you do Adi, what’s it called again?” Theo answered him, “Drift.” “Yeah! That! They wanted to try drifting!” You pulled yourself away from Nik. “You, Nikolai, are a big hypocrite.” “How?!” “You made this big fuss over me getting shot while YOU crashed a car! The one I bought you!” You smacked both hands onto your face and bent your head back towards the sky, “That car was so expensive.”

Peter patted your back, “It’s alright Adi he’s learned his lesson now. Haven’t you Nikki?” Nik looked at you with his big doe eyes and nodded, “I really am sorry Adi.” You waved him off and continued walking ahead of them, “It’s alright. Let’s just go look at the ring.”

Peter pushed the door wide open and with his arms still raised, did a 360. “Look at this place lads!” He faced you with a wide smile. “Smells like ‘ome eh?” Dante laughed, “Yep smells like blood and sweat.”

Nik walked up to the ring and slid under the ropes into it. “Holy fuck.” Nik bounced around on his feet a bit, “It’s bouncey!” Theo ran over and slid under the ropes and joined Nik, “It is! Just like London!” Dante was walking through the rows of seats while Cal was doing the same but on the balcony, “Adonis they’ve got a fucking balcony like Liverpool!” You turned and waved to Cal. Peter was stood beside you but then he dashed off towards the ring, “Oi it’s not a fucking trampoline!” Theo and Nik were leaping at each other and swinging fists. “Fight! Fight!” Dante had both arms up and was cheering, “Get ‘em Nikki!” Cal joined in. You shook your head and laughed.

You walked to the back of the building where a small gym was planted. A few punching bags were hung up, a pull up bar was ear the back, weights were stacked against a wall, and some jump rope was hung around a metal post.

You shook off your jacket and rolled up your sleeves. ‘It’s been a minute since I've practiced.’ You took stance and threw your first punch, hitting the bag in the middle. ‘Those fucking stupid gun dealers were a headache to deal with.’ You jabbed the bag in a quick succession. ‘I haven’t even been paid for that yet.’ The bag swung back and as it was coming forward, you roundhouse kicked it. The bag swung in a circle now. ‘I should go visit that arsehole and demand my money. Who makes someone run into a barn full of armed men?’ You delivered another round of quick hits, the chain holding the bag shook violently. Taking a step back, you rounded up and punched the bag a little higher than your head. You watched as the bag flew backwards then forwards and land on the floor. You knocked it off the hook.

“That’s a good swing you’ve got there Adonis.” A voice broke your trance. Looking up you made eye contact with the blue eyed chain smoker. “Thanks, how’d you know my name?” He pulled out a cigarette and gestuered one to you, “My brothers and aunt haven’t stopped talking about you the last few days.” Shaking your head, you declined his offer. “Polly?” He put his cigarette to his lips and lit it. “Yeah that’s her.” You nodded.

“Adonis lad whatcha doing back ‘ere?” Theo came marching in and looked around quickly before settling on the man in front of you, “ ‘ello.” Theo stuck out a hand, “I’m Theo and I’m guessing you’re the boss ‘round ‘ere?” The man shook Theo’s hand. You could tell by the little muscles in his face that he was trying to mask his surprise at how strong Theo shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Theo, Tommy Shelby.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth, “and I guess you could say I run the place.” Nik and Dante walked in behind Theo.

“Who’s this?” Nik questioned. “Tommy Shelby.” Nik threw a hand up in a wave, “Nikolai.” Dante came over to you, “You knocked it off the peg.” Looking down you nodded, “Yeah I uh..”

Noticing the far away sound in your voice and he put a hand on your back, “Well brother looks like you’re ready for tonight. I mean you were gone for 10 minutes and we come back here to find you with this poor punching bag on the floor.” You both shared a laugh.

“Oh Mr. Shelby what a surprise! Nice to meet ya, I’m Peter.” Peter came to the front and shook Tommys’ hand. “Arthurs told me a lot about you Mr. McFought.” Peter let out a hearty laugh, “Peter will do mate, my father is Mr. McFought.” You heard Cal before you saw him, “Where the fuck have you buggers gone to?” Dante turned to the opening, “In here you git!” Cal jogged towards you and Dante, “It’s rude to call someone that.” He smacked the back of Dante’s head. “You and me right now,” Dante grabbed Cal’s arm and dragged him out to the ring.

“Hey! Knock it off!” You ran out after them. They both were wrestling in the ring. “You’re two grown men and you’re acting like fucking children!” Cal stood over Dante with a boot on his chest, “He started it!” “I don’t give a fuck who started it Cal! Get out of there! We have company!” Nik, in his motherly fashion, came next to you and stood there with his hands on his hips as he yelled, “Cal what the fuck are you doing?!” Dante grabbed Cal by the waistband of his pants and threw him off, “I’ll fucking finish you right here!”

Nik looked at you for an explantion, “Dante called him a git.” Nik sighed and got into the ring. “I’ve had enough of this,” Nik had both men under each arm, “we were just given an opprotunity to fight, all of us.” Cal blew the hair out of his face. “So tell me why I come out here and find the two of you fucking around?” Dante let go of Nik’s forearm that had him pinned to the man’s side. “He hit me first.” “You called me a git!” Footsteps made you look to your side where you could see Peter and Tommy talking with Theo trailing behind them. “Get out there! They’re coming back!” The men in the ring stared at you in silence while the footsteps got louder. With panicked faces, they grabbed each other and tried to throw the other out of the ring. Once finally out, they all ran to stand beside you.

“What’s got you three so out of breath?” Peter had his eyebrows scrunched together. “Nothing Pete.” Dante leaned over his knees, “Dante don’t give me some bullshit.” Cal had his hair held up in a ponytail behind his head. “It really is nothing Peter.” You watched Peter’s face harden. “Adonis,” He turned to you, “what happened?” Peter was using his, what you called, ‘dad’ voice. “We had a friendly game of tag Pete.” You gave Peter a smile and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tommy raise his eyebrows. “You know what, nevermind.” Peter closed his eyes for a beat then grabbed Theo’s arm, dragging him forward. “Babysit them please. Nik come with me.” Nik fixed his hair and followed Peter. “I ain’t getting babysat.” You caught up with Nik.

“I apologise Tom. Sometimes the lads get a little stupid.” Peter said with a laugh. “It’s alright Peter, my brothers can get like that.” Tommy lead you to a small office that was at the end of a long hallway. “Please have a seat.” Tom pointed his chin in the direction of some chairs.

There was only 2 of them, meaning you had to stand awkwardly behind Nik. “So let’s talk buisness yeah?”

It had to be about an hour before you all agreed on some set terms. Dante would be fighting Tommy’s younger brother Finn, Nik was fighting a man named Isaiah, Cal was against Bonnie Gold (a good friend of his), Theo was placed with someone named Goliath, and lastly you. You were fighting Birminghams finest, Arthur Shelby. At first Peter was admant on no one fighting Arthur but you persisted saying you could do it. “No Adi you don’t understand. He’s a friend of mine, a real good one yeah and-” “What you scared for me or something?” Peter sighed, “No I just don’t want this to change anything between me and ‘im.” “Why’s that Peter?” Peter tore his gaze from you and looked at Tommy, “Adonis doesn’t fight like Arthur. Their styles are completely different.” You squeezed the back of Nik’s chair. “This is about my side ain’t it?” The room went quiet, “Peter for the love of God I told you and everyone else I’m fine. Why can’t you just trust me?” Nik’s shoulders tensed, “Tom do you have anybody else willing to fight?”

“I have one other person,” Nik sat forward and rest his arms on his knees. “Who is it?” Tom looked from Nik to you, “He goes by the name Hercules.” Nik let out a laugh. “Hercules. Peter he knows fucking Hercules.” Peter smiled sarcastically, “I know Nik I’m sitting right here.”

Hercules was one of the very few fighters who’ve beaten Nik in a match. They’ve fought each other twice, Nik winning the first and Hercules winning the second. And both men have been itching to fight again to lose the tie. “Oh no fucking way am I letting this go. I’m fighting him.” Nik spun around in his chair, “No no no. Adonis that man is almost four times your size!” You put a hand on Niks’ shoulder and fained a concerned face, “And Theo is almost 10 times but that hasn’t stopped me.” You stood tall and stepped to Tommy’s desk, “I’m fighting Hercules and the deal I have with Arthur still stands.” You put out your hand, Tommy stared at it for a bit. “We’ll take half of whatever you earn. The money you already gave covers the other bit.” He smiled and grapsed your hand. Feeling satisfied you left the office.

“You know he broke into my pub,”

Peter’s muffled yells echoed down the hallway, guess Tommy told him about your first encounter with each other.

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The building was packed. If someone wasn’t sitting down, they were standing against a wall. Any where you looked there was somebody there. Peter really pulled through.

You were laying on a bench in the little gym area with your eyes closed as you listened to the sounds around you. “So you’re the one who broke into the Garrison.” Opening a single eye you saw the freckled boy and the dark haired one from the hospital. “Apprently.” You put your head back down and sighed, “I watched you climb a four story building.” You let out a laugh, “Yeah I do that sometimes.” “Is this your first fight?” You sat up and looked at the pair, “No, yours?” The curly headed one shook his head and the other nodded, “First proper one.”

“I’m Finn.” “Isaiah.” You nodded, “Adonis.” “We know.” Letting out another laugh, “Your aunt Polly?” They both chuckled, “No John told us but Pol made sure to add her bit.” You weren’t sure who John was but you didn’t want to ask. Isaiah looked at the door when Nik walked in. "I wanna apologize for flipping you the bird last night. I was a little tipsy." Finn laughed, "It's alright. I was too." Nik walked in, “Hey Adi.” You raised a hand in a wave. “Hey Nik.”

Nik was wearing nothing but his boxing shorts and boots. “Nice legs twinkle toes.” Nik glared playfully at you, “Fuck off.” Isaiah put his hand out to him, “Nik? I’m Isaiah.” Nik introduced himself, “It’s nice to meet you Isaiah. You excited?” Nik smiled wide at him. “Yeah, can’t wait to beat your arse.” Nik laughed, “We’ll see eh?” Nik then started to do some stretches. “See you in the ring.” Isaiah and Finn waved to you and Nik, “Yeah see you there.” You waved back.

“How you feeling?” You had your elbows on your knees as you watched Nik roll out his shoulders, “I’m great actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a match.” You giggled, “Who’s the antsy one now?” Nik placed his boot next to you and tied his boots up, “Haha,” He put his foot down and ruffled your hair, “I know you wanna get out there more than me Y/N.” Your eyes widened and you smacked his arm, “What’d I tell you about saying my name out loud?” He laughed at your panicked face, “Nobody will hear alright? I wouldn’t put you in danger like that....Y/N.” “You’re making it really hard not to hit you right now.” Nik tied up his other boot and sat next to you, “How’s the healing coming along anyways?”

Both of you glanced at your side, “I don’t know, this morning it was a bit sore but then again I was sore all over.” “Yeah falling off a table will do that to ya.” You laughed and stood up, “Might as well check it cause I know you’ll never shut up unless you do.” You unbuttoned your shirt and balled it up before tossing it in the general direction of your bag. Grabbing the undershirt, you lifted it just to below your bindings, “How’s she looking doc?” Nik beckoned you forward bit then examined your side, “Theres a little blood but not enough to be worried over. Looks like it’s almost time to take out your stitches too.” Dropping your undershirt you turned to your bag on the floor, “Thank God it’s starting to get itchy. Is the dressing room empty yet?” Nik gave you a nod, “Yeah I was the last one in there.” You gave him a smile and left the gym.

The first thing you did when you entered the change room was lock the door, you did not want another scare again like this morning. Speaking of which, you took off your bindings just to give yourself a little breather. You stood in front of the large mirror mounted on the wall and looked at your reflection. Raising your arm, you gave the wound on your side a prod, it didn’t hurt too bad, nothing you haven’t felt before. Letting out a breathe you opened the your bag and grabbed your (f/c) shorts and a white tank top. You always wore your (f/c) shorts, they were kinda like your good luck charm.

You filled up your water canister in the sink and took a mouthful. Cupping your hands under the stream, you splashed the cold liquid onto your face and ran your still damp fingers through your hair. You rubbed your hands over your skin, giving yourself a small massage. You could've sworn you heard your shoulders cried out in glee. Grabbing your binding, you started to wrap it around yourself. With some shifting around of the ladies, you were happy with the result.

Then you heard the microphone screach to life and Peter’s voice boom through it. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen!”

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Written In The Stars LXX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m currently back in school and I’m not happy– Also, I’ve been re-reading the whole story bc I need to see if I’m not fucking up my plot and shiiit the first books just plain suck with all those typos lmao I’m suffering -Danny

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Chapter Five: Bulgaria vs Ireland.

Once the night sky was setting, they strolled around the field to look at the souvenirs several wizards were selling.

"Wow, look at these!" said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials.

"Omnioculars," said the saleswizard eagerly. "You can replay action... slow everything down... and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain — ten Galleons each."

"Wish I hadn't bought this now," said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars.

"Four pairs," said Harry firmly to the wizard.

"No way you're buying me those," Mel frowned, pulling out her own money and buying her own pair, which technically left her without money to spare, but she wasn't going to admit it. "No, don't even try to insist. This year you won't outdo my Christmas present and that's final."

"Don't bother," Ron also tried to reject Harry's offer, but it was too late for him.

"You won't be getting anything for Christmas," Harry told him, giving Mel a pointed look. "For about ten years, mind. Hear that? If you had accepted my gift, Mellow, you would've had ten years to outdo me."

"Fair enough," said Ron, smiling down at the Omnioculars.

"Oooh, thanks, Harry! And I'll get us some programs, look —" Hermione walked over to the next stand.

"I know you're lying," Mel whispered once Ron and Hermione were far from earshot. "There's no way you'll stop giving them presents, you're too nice."

"And you're too stubborn," He replied with a smile. "But I'll find a way to outdo you, anyway."

When they went back to their tent, Mel threw two little green pins at Fred and George.

"I got you those, considering you wasted all your money on a stupid bet."

"It won't be so stupid once we win," George said, pinning the souvenir to his jersey. "Then you'll feel stupid."

"I'm looking forward to it," She grinned.

And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.

"It's time!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. "Come on, let's go!"

They walked for about five minutes (Mel convinced Charlie to give her a piggy back ride) and talked animatedly about the game and their expectations. In front of them, there was the biggest stadium Mel had ever seen.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Mr. Weasley. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again... bless them!"

"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch at the entrance. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

So they climbed all the way up, Mel caught a glimpse of some annoucements that were magically appearing across the field.

'The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family — safe, reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burglar Buzzer . . . Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No Pain, No Stain! . . . Gladrags Wizardwear — London, Paris, Hogsmeade . . .'

"Look at that!" Mel said in amazement, taking a seat next to Harry.

But Harry was no longer looking at the field.

"Dobby?" Harry asked loudly.

Mel turned around, behind them there was a creature tha looked a lot like a mix between a very big doxie and a really ugly cat. It had huge brown eyes and a big round nose.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" The elf squeaked.

"Sorry," Harry replied, "I just thought you were someone I knew."

"But I knows Dobby too, sir! My name is Winky, sir — and you, sir —" Its eyes fixed on Harry's scar. "You is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am," Harry smiled awkwardly.

"But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!"

"How is he?" said Harry. "How's freedom suiting him?"

"Ah, sir," said Winky. "Ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"Freedom is going to Dobby's head, sir. Ideas above his station, sir. Can't get another position, sir."

"Why not?"

"He is wanting paying for his work, sir." Winky replied in a very low, very frightful whisper.

"Paying? Well — why shouldn't he be paid?"

Winky looked quite horrified at the idea and closed her fingers slightly so that her face was half-hidden again.

"House-elves is not paid, sir!" she said in a muffled squeak. "No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a house-elf. You goes racketing around like this, Dobby, I says, and next thing I hear you's up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like some common goblin."

"Well, it's about time he had a bit of fun," said Harry.

"House-elves is not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter. House-elves does what they is told. I is not liking heights at all, Harry Potter," She gulped. "But my master sends me to the Top Box and I comes, sir."

"Why's he sent you up here, if he knows you don't like heights?" Harry frowned.

"Master — master wants me to save him a seat, Harry Potter. He's very busy," said Winky. "Winky is wishing she is back in master's tent, Harry Potter, but Winky does what she is told. Winky is a good house-elf."

"So that's a house-elf?" Ron examined Winky carefully. "Weird things, aren't they?"

"Dobby was weirder," said Harry.

"They have their own charm," Mel said absentmindedly.

Ron pulled out his Omnioculars and played around with them for a bit.

"Wild!" He said, turning the replay knob. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again..."

"Oh, stop it," Mel pushed down his Omnioculars, though she was grinning.

" 'A display from the team mascots will precede the match,' " Hermione read aloud her program.

"Oh that's always worth watching– National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show." Mr. Weasley added happily.

After a while of waiting and watching the stands get a little bit more crowded, the Minister arrived to their booth, he introduced a few people to Harry, holding a fatherly attitude towards the boy.

"Harry Potter, you know," He was talking to the Bulgarian Minister. "Harry Potter... oh come on now, you know who he is... the boy who survived You-Know-Who... you do know who he is —"

The wizard saw Harry's scar and pointing at it excitedly.

"Knew we'd get there in the end," said Fudge. "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat... Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places... ah, and here's Lucius!"

The whole Malfoy family arrived at that moment. All wearing the same sneer.

"Ah, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do? And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk — Obalonsk — Mr. — well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else — you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

"Good lord, Arthur," Mr. Malfoy said in what sounded like the most false kindness she'd ever heard. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest." The Minister said almost at the same time, not really listening to the man.

"How — how nice," said Mr. Weasley.

"Guilty, that's what he is," Mel leaned to whisper in Harry's ear. "That man thinks he can fix anything with money..."

Harry barely nodded, his eyes fixed on Mr. Malfoy.

After they moved along, it didn't take long for Ludo Bagman to appear, looking rather excited and jolly.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message

(Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans — A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. "Veela!"

"Excuse me?" Mel leaned closer to the edge, alarmed. "Those aren't mascots– those are women!"

But after looking at them for about five extra seconds, Mel understood that those couldn't possibly be just women. They were too similar, same skin color and hair– they moved as if time went by slower around them. They were, in the most fascinating way, extremely ethereal, like the fairy godmothers of her fairytales.

The veela started to dance around the field; something warm spread over her chest. She felt at ease. She felt too at ease, actually. Something was wrong.

She remembered what Dumbledore had told her on one of their many lessons, 'Beauty in magic almost never equals good or safe.' Things that shone too brightly were often that way so it would blind you from its actual intentions.

She shook her head, blinking rapidly and noticing the movement on her left. When she turned she saw Harry, trying to climb the wall that protected them.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked harshly.

Mel reached for the back of his shirt and forced him to sit down. Beside him, Ron was sitting stifly on his place, and he was destroying his Ireland hat.

'Sirens' was the first thing she thought. Even though she now knew that mermaids didn't look at all like a veela, she was pretty sure the effects were meant to be similar. Luring humans to their deaths... and Harry had fallen right into their trap.

"Honestly!" Hermione rolled her eyes, sinking further on her seat.

"Really?" Mel frowned. "Is that all it takes for you to lose your mind?"

"What?" Harry looked at her in a daze.

"Nevermind," She groaned, directing her gaze towards the field again to watch the veela stand aside.

"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wands in the air... for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

Next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goal posts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light re- united and merged; they had formed a great shimmering sham- rock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands. Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it —

"Excellent!" yelled Ron as the shamrock soared over them, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off their heads and seats.

"Leprechauns!" said Mr. Weasley.

"There you go," Ron shouted, giving Harry a handful of gold coins, "for the Omnioculars! Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!"

The great shamrock dissolved, the leprechauns drifted down onto the field on the opposite side from the veela, and settled themselves cross-legged to watch the match.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you — Dimitrov!"

A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out.

"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"

"That's him, that's him!" yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars.

"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!"

"They all have Firebolts," Mel gasped. "There's no way Bulgaria can beat that!"

"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"

"Theeeeeeeey're OFF! And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Her heart was leaping every so often she could hardly remain still. They game was thrilling, she even thought that a person like Erick, who didn't like Quidditch that much, would enjoy a game like this one. One could tell it was professional players out there, they moved around the field which such simplycity that even caused her to long for flying.

She thought about it for a second. Maybe, just maybe, she could try to join their school Quidditch's team this year. Harry said she was good enough, perhaps he wasn't lying.

The veela had lost control after watching their team losing by a great amount and transformed into some type of harpies, Mel thought Dumbledore would've been proud of her deduction skills, having figured out the veela on her own.

Krum, Bulgaria's seeker, had been severly injured, but that wasn't the only thing happening.

"Look at Lynch!" Harry yelled abruptly. "He's seen the Snitch! He's seen it! Look at him go!"

Both seekers were now heading towards it at great speed.

"They're going to crash!"

"They're not!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.

Right at that moment Lynch fell flat on the grass, Krum had suddenly flown up into the air.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" Charlie yelled

"He's got it — Krum's got it — it's all over!" Harry yelled back.

Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand. The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had hap- pened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

Mel turned at the comment, locking eyes with George who sent a pleased grin her way. Those two, she couldn't believe they were so lucky.

"What did he catch the Snitch for? He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!" Ron said in disbelief.

"I thought he was a genius," Mel snorted.

"He knew they were never going to catch up! The Irish Chasers were too good... He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all..." Harry explained.

"He was very brave, wasn't he? He looks a terrible mess..." Hermione said, peering to the field were the team was now standing.

"I love Quidditch!" Mel beamed. "Have you seen anything as impressive and breathtaking as that?"

"I don't think so," Harry replied, smiling.

He wasn't looking at the field, though.

"Vell, ve fought bravely," someone said behind them in a very thick accent.

"You can speak English!" said Fudge, looking at the Bulgarian minister with wide eyes. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny," said the minister.

"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" roared Bagman. "Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers — Bulgaria!"

One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. Two black eyes were blooming spectac- ularly on his bloody face. He was still holding the Snitch.

And then came the Irish team. Aidan Lynch was being sup- ported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval.

At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honor on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Connolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a be- mused sort of way), Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Quietus."

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that. . . . shame it couldn't have lasted longer. . . . Ah yes. . . . yes, I owe you . . . how much?"

For Fred and George had just scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.

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loserslibrary · 5 years ago

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pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak [Reddie] written by: Amy rating: Teen word count: 2,864 prompt: How about a reddie fic where they’re broken up and get back together

Eddie stepped out of the subway, his eyes trained on the schedule in his hands that he had received that morning. After a lot of change and moving around, Eddie had finally made the move from Maine to New York, intending to finish his college degree in a place far away from his overbearing mother. When he had decided to change schools, there had been a fight of course with his mother claiming that he didn’t love her anymore, and that he was leaving her all alone to die.

For his whole life, his mother had used that excuse with him, guilt tripped him into always staying with her because he felt obligated to. She was his mother, after all, so he shouldn’t want to leave her alone...right? She had taken care of him when he was sick as a child, always reminding him to take his medicine so his allergies didn’t get worse. He believed her for years, always carrying his inhaler with him for his asthma as well as a watch attached to his wrist that beeped when he was due to take a pill. It wasn’t until she started to control who he spent his time with that Eddie started to become wary.

Sometimes, Eddie would deliberately forget to take his pills, just to see if there was any difference, and once when his teacher brought in some fresh flowers, he had walked up to them to take a whiff, just to see if his allergies kicked in. Both times, nothing happened, but Eddie didn’t want to question his mother as she was his mother, and mothers were meant to take care of their children, not lie to them about being sick.

Then, when Eddie was fourteen, he had stopped at the pharmacy to pick up his prescription and the pharmacist’s daughter, Greta, informed him that the pills were nothing but placebos. Sugar and water. After that, Eddie started to question all of the illness’ his mother claimed that he had. Did he even have allergies? Did he even need the inhaler?

It was a long, aggravating process, but eventually Eddie managed to get it out of his mother that he wasn’t actually sick, and that she just wanted to protect him by making him think he was weak and sickly. What followed were four years of high school filled with anger, animosity and a lot of tears. Especially when he came out as gay a few weeks after his sixteenth birthday and annouced that he was dating none other than Richie Tozier.

God, his mother hated Richie. Not just for being Eddie’s boyfriend, no, she had always hated him, ever since they were little kids and he would run around getting dirty and splashing in all the puddles. She had turned her nose up, reaching for five year old Eddie’s hand, but it was too late as he had already rushed off to join him. Since it was cold, wet and windy, Eddie had ended up in bed with a cold for a week, but it had been the best hour of fun he had ever had, and since then, he and Richie were inseparable.

At the thought of Richie, Eddie came to a stop, stepping to the side so he didn’t get into anyone’s way, his heart clenching in his chest as his throat closed up. He had spent the past two years trying not to think about Richie, as all it did was make him cry hysterically and cry into his pillow. The thing was, Eddie’s mother had nothing to do with Eddie’s break-up with Richie, at least...not completely.

When senior year had come around, Richie as well as the rest of the losers began to plan for colleges, applying to all the different places that would get them the hell out of Derry. Bill was even going to London for a year to study as part of a special literature honours programme. Eddie, though, was to remain in Maine, as his mother refused to pay for him to attend any other colleges, and he didn’t qualify for any scholarships. Richie, on the other hand, had been accepted into a college in New York City that would specialise in drama and entertainment.

They had spent the entire summer together, practically attached at the hip and even his mother couldn’t say anything about it. She was getting rid of Richie after all, so she had no right to say anything about how they spent the rest of their time together. When the last week rolled around, Eddie sat in Richie’s now bare empty room and they had cried together, making the adult decision that it would be too messy to do long distance, and they wouldn’t want to risk ruining their friendship.

That had been that, the next week Richie was gone and Eddie was the only one of the Losers Club left in Derry. The days that he had classes, Eddie treasured as it was time out of the house and away from his mother. Yet, even when she knew he was at class, she would call non stop. Once, when he was in the middle of an exam and had told her so, the police had to interrupt them as she had called the police to say he was missing. He had never been so embarrassed over something in his entire life.

It was after that specific ordeal, that Eddie made the decision that it was time to leave, and from under her nose he had applied for a transfer to a college in New York that offered his course in medicine and would accept him the following year in their classes. He was accepted almost immediately, and what followed was a quick search for a dorm room as well as packing up without his mother catching on. He had made it up to the week he was meant to leave when she figured it out, causing the biggest argument to date, but there was nothing she could do. He had been given access to the college fund his father had kept for him as well as some extra. Without looking back, Eddie left his mother alone in his childhood home and was on the next train to New York City.

Now here Eddie was, making his way onto the campus to meet with his professors and have a short induction into the course. He had been in touch with them via email, and completed all the same summer work the other students in his class had been given, but they wanted to meet him in person just before the new year began. He had been so focused on not getting lost, that Eddie wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going, and therefore didn’t see the person in front of them until he collided right into them.

“Shit!” Eddie gasped, dropping the bag he was carrying as the stranger he had bumped into reached out and held onto him. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He looked up to face the person who he had almost knocked to the ground, when his heart leapt out of his chest and slammed against the concrete. There was no mistaking the man in front of him for anyone else, yet Eddie wondered what twist of fate this was, for out of everyone that Eddie could have bumped into, it ended up being Richie Tozier.

Richie hadn’t met Eddie’s eyes yet, and time seemed to turn into slow motion as he raised his head, words forming on his lips, “No no it’s okay-” their eyes met and Richie’s jaw dropped a little. “Eds?” His eyes widened to the size of saucers, pupils dancing around as he scanned Eddie’s face. “Oh my god, Eddie!”

Before Eddie could even blink, he was being pulled into a hug, his face trapped in Richie’s jacket. He inhaled, senses being filled with the familiar scent of his ex-boyfriend, and the tears filled his eyes within seconds. He wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, holding onto him so tight that he didn’t want to let go. He was too scared that if he did, Richie would just vanish and Eddie would wake up back in Derry, still under the control of his mother.

Yet, that didn’t happen, and Richie pulled away after a few moments, his own eyes filled with tears. He lifted a hand, which Eddie noticed the nails were painted the colours of the rainbow, and wiped them away, unable to stop smiling. Eddie felt as though his face was just the same, his mouth hurting from the smiling. It had been such a long time since he’d seen Richie in person. Of course, they had kept in touch the first few months, but then their schedules got busy and it turned to a few text conversations every few weeks. It was surreal. “I- oh my god...it’s really you…”

“It’s really me!” Richie nodded his head, his hands lingering on Eddie’s arm where it had held on to steady him. “What- what are you doing here? I thought you went to college in Maine?” he asked, biting his lip. Eddie took that chance to scan over Richie’s features. He was a little taller than the last time they’d seen each other, and his hair had grown out, which was now messily tied back into a bun at the top of his head, waves and curls sprouting out at all angles.

Eddie bit down on his own lip, trying to steady the rapid beating of his heart. “I- I transferred. I finally got fed up with my mom and her bullshit and I just left…” he shrugged a little, looking from side to side. “I got accepted to transfer into a course here, and they were happy to have me so I accepted and moved. Stressful but I hope it’ll be worth it.”

Richie’s eyes were shining at this point and he bounced on the balls of his feet, “So...you’re here? Like permanently?” he asked and Eddie nodded his head. “That- fuck...that’s amazing. Uh, shit.” Richie was right back to grinning now. “Uh, are you...are you seeing anyone?”

Eddie’s mouth went a little dry at that and he slowly shook his head, fluttering his eyelashes. “No- No I’m not seeing anyone. I haven’t since- since-”

“Me neither,” Richie confirmed, moving the hand that was settled on his arm moved down to take Eddie’s hand in his, squeezing tightly. Sparks shot up Eddie’s arm and a flush took over his face. It was almost like they were never apart, falling back into their old, almost perfect relationship. Richie hadn’t been with anyone else and neither had Eddie. It was almost like they were just... waiting for the other. “Do you have plans for tonight?” Richie asked, eyes glinting with hope.

Slowly, with a smile, Eddie shook his head. “No, none at all. Why?” he asked, even though he knew where Richie was going with his question. “You want to change that?”

“Definitely,” Richie nodded. “I have to go to an appointment right now, but I’ll text you right after and we can meet up when you're done? Spend the rest of the night together? How does that sound?” he asked and Eddie couldn’t nod his head fast enough.

“Yes, yes that...that sounds perfect.” Eddie agreed, glancing at the large clock tower that displayed the time. “I- I need to go, I don’t want to be late…” He really didn’t, but he also didn’t want to let go of Richie.

Richie smiled, warm and soft, before lifting Eddie’s hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “Until later then?” He breathed before letting go, taking a step back.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah...until later.”

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That night, Eddie spent way too long getting ready for his date with Richie, at least he hoped it was a date. Seeing Richie again after so long had just reignited all those feelings he had buried deep down in his chest. He was grinning like a teenager as he put the final touches to his hair.

When he was ready, he messaged Richie to let him know he was ready and within seconds, Richie was sending him an address to meet him. Eddie wasted no time rushing from his dorm and onto the bus that would take him to the restaurant where Richie asked him to meet. True to his word, Richie was standing outside, flicking on his phone and looking just as handsome as always.

“Hey…” Eddie breathed, walking up to Richie, stopping just a few metres away from him. Richie looked up, his eyes brightening as they landed on Eddie. His stomach flipped. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long?”

Richie pushed off the wall and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arm around Eddie’s waist and pulling them closer together so their chests were touching. “Eds, I’d wait forever for you,” he whispered. He brought a hand up and pushed some of his hair behind his ear. “God, it is possible for you to be even more beautiful now than you were this morning?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed and he leaned a little closer, “Are you always this much of a flirt?” He whispered back and Richie broke into a large grin.

“Only when it comes to you, Eddie baby,” Richie shot back before taking a step back. “Shall we? I got us a table last minute, the food here is amazing, a perfect place to try for your first night in New York.” He winked, leading Eddie into the restaurant. His eyes widened as they were led over to the table set up for them, handing them a menu. “Get anything you want okay? It’s on me.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, sitting opposite Richie and immediately, their ankles hooked together under the table. It was like they had never been apart, immediately falling into their old routine and Eddie just hoped that the evening would end with another date. He wanted nothing more than to rekindle his relationship with Richie. He was still very much in love with him.

Richie nodded his head, “I mean it, Eds. Anything you want.” He winked. “Yet, may I recommend you get the carbonara though? It is the shit.”

The waiter came by and took their order, with Eddie following Richie’s advice and ordering the carbonara. Just like Richie had said, it really was the shit and Eddie found himself dragging it out so he could savour the meal more. “Holy shit, this is the best carbonara I have ever had in my life. I don’t want it to end.”

“What did I tell you, sweetheart? You deserve to have your first dinner in New York be one to remember,” he lifted his glass and clinked it against Eddie’s glass. “I don’t want this night to end yet...take a walk with me?”

There was no way that Eddie was going to turn Richie down. He nodded his head and Richie paid the bill, taking Eddie’s hand as they left the restaurant and walked across the street to the park. They walked in silence for a while, fingers brushing until Eddie couldn’t take it anymore and laced their fingers together. “I can’t believe out of all the people I bump into today, it was the one person I really wanted to bump into.”

Just then, Richie stopped and Eddie stumbled a little, falling back into line with Richie. Eddie looked up at him with a little confusion. Once again, just like he did at the beginning of the night, Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s waist to pull him closer, “Eds...fuck I missed you so much. I’ve never stopped thinking about you and...and now you’re here I don’t think I can let you go.”

“Then don’t,” Eddie breathed, his whole body feeling as though it was on fire. He barely managed to suck in a breath before Richie was burying his free hand into Eddie’s hair and pulling him into a kiss that made his toes curl up in his shoes. He kissed Richie back as though he was a starved man. When they pulled away, Richie was grinning and Eddie was grinning. “W-wow.”

Richie pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead and squeezed Eddie’s hands. “I know that this is...soon and all but my feelings for you never went away and they never will. Feel free to say no but...would you be interested in being my boyfriend again?”

“Richie...my feelings for you never went away either, and they never will. This- this was fate, us meeting again.” Eddie let out a breath. “I definitely want to be your boyfriend, there was never another answer in my mind. Yes, yes yes!”

With a grin, Richie picked Eddie up, spinning him around and sealing the deal with a kiss. “God, I missed you so much,” he breathed as he sat Eddie back onto the ground. “Want to catch a movie?”

Eddie laughed and nodded his head, “I would love to.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ours #by amy #alternate universe #getting together

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herefortayloronly · 4 years ago

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folklore first impressions

i just want to preface this post with WHAT THE FUCK TAYLOR? For the past couple of months i’ve been trying to get back into the grooves of things after self-isolation and finding a new routine. Just when i thought things were getting back to normal (as normal as it can get with people still getting sick and things are still close down of course), taylor decides to say SURPRISE! i’m not gonna lie, when this annoucement was made, i was still in bed and asleep. my best friend texted me a picture with one “omg”. When i saw the picture i was like “oh no, what happened to taylor”. but then i read the caption and i woke the fuck right up. I feel like we all know how I feel, just like the rest of swifties. so I’m just gonna jump straight into the songs because this is going to be long.

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the 1 - this song is really interesting when you think of it as an introduction to all the characters you’re about to meet in the album and also the feelings you’re about to endure listening to the songs.

cardigan - this song is easily my favorite song on the album. so the first listen, it didn’t really hit me but immediately listening to it the second time and watching the music video, i literally broke down. something about it is so hauntingly beautiful, it’s mature but also very classic taylor. something about it is so effortless and freeing. the use of piano (something that is gonna come up more in later songs) is so interesting and different for taylor. this one is definitely going to be on my top ten.

the last great american dynasty - as the song went along, i figured she was talking about her house in rhode island especially when she literally said rhode island lol. But when the line “and then it was bought by me“ hits. i literally got chills. it was such beautiful storytelling and songwriting.

exile - i know there are people who don’t love it when taylor collaborates and have feature artists but when she has a feature artist that just works with her voice and create beautiful lyrics, magic happens! although i like all of collabs to different degrees, i can only say with my whole chest that The Last Time with Gary Lightbody is the best collab she has ever done. exile with Bon Iver is a close second. the back and forth between the two singers reminds me so much of The Last Time. the way their voice just balance each other out. it’s great.

my tears ricochet - i want this song play at my funeral. it is so haunting and tragic. but also full of anger and resentment. the way the song keeps building and building throughout gives me chills. another top favorites of mine. i’ve seen so many interpretations of this song and i think that’s why this song is so wonderful. it really hits in all different ways.

mirrorball - i feel like this song is so perfect for when you’re high or drunk. it is so groovy and chill and mellow. and while it sounds like a fun song, it’s also kinda taylor admitting that she has a problem with how she perceives herself. and the fact that she compares herself to a mirrorball because she knows that her own fault is trying to please everyone, trying to fit in. it’s a little sad but also comforting to know that she recognize that.

seven - another song that uses the piano so beautifully. this song reminds me so much of me and the group of girl friends i had in elementary school. something about that childhood nostalgia and how young friendships shape your childhood. i have a lot of love for them but i don’t talk to them anymore and i wouldn’t consider them close friends. but that’s okay because the memories and friendships were great.

august - i just want to take a drive down the beach with the windows down while blasting this song! although the sound gives off a free and bright vibe, there’s also something bittersweet about it. it sounds like this person is yearning and hoping for something, and reminiscing on the nice memories and realizing that they are no more. it’s almost tragic.

this is me trying - The lyrics of this song is so sharp and tight but for some reason I can’t get into it. but i do love the imagery in the song. there’s a sense of desperation and eagerness and it’s also a little self-deprecating.

illicit affairs - i love the imagery in this song about a relationship that just ruins you. it didn’t just break your heart but it affects that way you see other parts of your life.

invisible string - this song is so precious and sweet and whimsical. really reinforces her love for this person and i love that even with all the other songs this song is just a nice glimpse into their relationship. and i love this idea that fate is the reason why they are together. but not just fate, it’s also their past and their relationships with other people.

mad woman - this song is fire!! another great use of the piano. i love this song is about women being mad and that’s okay and there’s a reason why women get mad. women being mad isn’t an irrational thing and she’s not overreacting. and when women do get bad, there’s passion there.

epiphany - i love the perspective of this song is of someone fighting because they are trying to protect the great good. i think this song is also a great tribute to all the essential workers and healthcare workers fighting in the frontline during the covid pandemic.

betty - i love that this song is from the perspective of a person who cheated. i think taylor has been cheated on many times in her life and to see her step into the shoes of the cheater is really fascinating. this is another songs that proves taylor doesn’t have to know or feel a certain type of emotions to fully capture that perspective. she’s able to create a world and a narrative from just knowing how she wants to portray a certain emotion.

peace - so i said this song is similar to Dancing With Our Hands Tied and The Archer. it reminds me of taylor’s talking about her fears and troubles in a relationship. but also about how she has learned that she is okay with those fears now because she realized they don’t have to dictate her life and she’s not alone. in a way this song makes me happy and sad. it makes me happy because she’s in a place where she knows she wants to be with someone for the rest of her life and she found that forever love. it also makes me sad because she will always worry and be haunted by these past scars. and lets talk about the style of this song. this is the soft rock john mayer vibes that i always wanted taylor to do, so i love that she’s experimenting with that and i hope she does a rock album one day! i also think this is the first love song where she’s not just talking about how she felt but also how the other person feels. the other person also feels a sense of insecurities.

hoax - in the same vein as peace, i think this song is also about how two people in a relationship can be extremely hurt but still find ways to make sure to hold each other up. my favorite line in the song is “you have beaten my heart”. there is a really interesting double meaning to that line that i think holds so much weight. the person has beaten her heart as in he has hurt her in some way but he also has won her heart and also made it beat again.

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if you are here to see where i rank all of taylor’s album, you will be disappointed. i try my best not to rank her albums because i love all of her albums one way or another. they are all unique and hold a special place in my heart in different ways. i do have vague placements for them but at the end of the day, i love all of them. the best thing about taylor and being a fan of taylor is that i never have to pick one album to listen to and i don’t have to favor one over the other. if i am in the mood for a certain sound or style, i can choose from her catalog. i’m also not going to be insulting or trashing past albums because people have decided that folklore is her magnum opus. i can acknowledge that folklore is one of her best albums without bringing down other albums. i love each and every single album. it is impossible to rank and pick and choose among eight albums.

i’ve have the pleasure of witnessing taylor’s career for 10 years, since speak now. to see her go through so many changes, growth and hardships is really a sight to see. people are going to say this album is sad and tragic but i disagree. it isn’t the same sadness like how Red is sad. it’s more freeing and accepting. the sadness isn’t holding her back like in Red, it is actually pushing her to do and say things she probably wouldn’t have said before.

also this album isn’t meant to redefine a genre. It’s not meant to be something new, i’m sure there are plenty of artists doing something similar. taylor is just doing what she does best, incorporating all the best parts of her, her storytelling, songwriting, beautiful melodies, catchy hooks and putting a twist to it with a completely new production. i think that’s something very special about taylor. she’s just let music and ideas flow and always so open to experimentation. the fact that she’s arrived in this moment with this album is very special.

the fact that she is able to create these characters and stories. this is why she’s an amazing writer, not because she writes about her own experience but because she can write about anything. goes to show how her mind works and how she operates. she doesn’t have to draw from her experience, she gets inspired by everything.

as for rankings. something really fun i did this time is keeping track of my rankings to see where each song moves. so i did a list for after 2 full listens, after 20 hours (this is friday 7/24 night) and 44 hours (saturday 7/25 night). and because i didn’t finish this post saturday night i added in sunday’s 7/26 ranking as well. it’s really fun to see which song i was drawn to that day.

as you can see, cardigan is a constant number one for me. it is the song of the album. i think a really good example of a song that grew on me after a while is peace. i think this song is definitely secured its spot among the top 5 of the album once it’s all said and done. in my opinion, anything after #10 i love them but it speaks to how really good this album is because it’s really hard after ranking 10 songs. the most notable thing is the recurring songs on the bottom, epiphany, mirrorball, illicit affairs, and this is me trying. now i actually love epiphany and illicit affairs, again speaks to how much i love the other songs and how great this album is. this is me trying is a song that i enjoy listening to but i don’t seek it out. i don’t crave listening to it but i do like it alot and i love the meaning of it. same with mirrorball, i love it but i’d have to be in the mood for it. all that said, right now i can say for 100% sure that cardigan, peace and my tears ricochet are my top favorites of the album. while the others are gonna keep moving with more listen and time.

this album is really meant for taylor. she really is born to write an album like this. even though there are songs that aren’t personal and directly about taylor, she’s able to leave bits and pieces of herself, how she feels and her emotions in those songs. and i think that’s why not only is she a good writer but she’s also a good messenger. her voice and her delivery is one of my favorite things about her and the reason i love listening to her and her music. and this album emphasize that and highlight that talent. no other pop artists will be able to pull off an album like this and that’s why this album is made for taylor.

#i thought about finishing this up saturday night #but then i was just really tired #and all i wanted to do was lay down #and listen to the album #and honestly so glad i didn't #i added so many last minutes thoughts

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smileyyohan · 5 years ago

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X1 Hyung line reaction to you winning produce 101

Han Seungwoo:

Seungwoo sits at the special spot for him and his fellow X1 members during the final episode of season five of Produce 101. His eyes never leave yours. He knows damn well that you are extremely nervous because you think you won't make it, but Seungwoo knows better. You were popular right from the start and only dropped out of the top 11 once.

You are currently standing on the stage, Lee Dongwook just announced who got third place and even though you feel happy for your friend Kang Ara, who took that spot, you feel yourself losing confidence. Only three spots are left and many talented trainees haven't been called yet.

Your eyes are wandering off, looking at the people who are cheering their favorite trainees on. Suddenly your eyes meet those of Seungwoo your boyfriend. He smiles at you, and put his thumbs up while mouthing ‘Fighting! you can do it’.

‘The trainees who are candidate for first place are Ham Suhee and Y/N’ Lee Dongwook suddenly annouced, which caught you offguard. How did that happen? is all you can think about when you walk to the pyramid along with Suhee.

Not long after that, it's time to announce which trainee got first place and thus will be the center of the new produce group. When Dongwook annouced that you got first place, you lost your ability to stand up and fell down on the ground. The tears streamed down your face. You couldn't believe that this was real.

After your thanking speech, you walked to the number one seat. When you arrived at that seat, you looked to your boyfriend, whose now in tears. He felt so proud of you and he could not wait to go to you to hug his love.

Cho Seungyoun:

Season five of Produce 101 just ended with you being the final center. You feel like you are walking on cloud nine. The next five years will be so much fun, being in a group with ten other girls that you adored since the beginning of the filming.

Currently you are walking backstage to go to your dressing room so you could swap the trainee outfit for a comfortable outfit. On your way there, you suddenly felt a weight on your shoulder.When you turned around to see what the cause of it was, you see your boyfriend Seungyoun.

‘Congratulations’ he pecked your left cheek ‘On winning’ followed by a peck on your right cheek ‘produce 101′ he ended with pecking your lips.

‘I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you, Younie’ you responded with hugging him.

‘Where are you planning to go, my center?’ he asks while he lays his chin on the top of your head, thanks to you being a lot smaller than him.

‘To my dressing room, because I want to change my clothes into something more comfy’ you responded while getting out of the hug.

‘I'll wait for you, and than I'll get you some chicken because you deserved it’ Seungyoun says which causes you to laugh

‘You really know the way to my heart’

‘That's why you love me’ he says while acting dramatically.

Kim Wooseok:

You just finished your debut evaluation for the final. You felt really proud of yourself because you Always struggled with the high notes.

Right now you are running backstage, getting ready to wear your trainee outfit because the results are about to be announced. While the stylist is fixing your hair, you recieved a message from your boyfriend, Wooseok, whose in the venue.

‘You were so amazing baby! If you won't get center, Korea doesn't have taste’ was the message, which causes you to laugh at his silliness.

80 minutes later, you're standing infront of the pyramid along with Park Minji whose also called out as the nominee for first place. You expected it though, because the whole series it was constantly the two of you fighting for the first place spot. It would've been a surprise if one of you wasn't announced as top 2.

‘Do you want to say anything before the results will be announced Y/N trainee?’ Lee Dongwook asked which you nodded.

‘Yes, I want to thank everyone for supporting me until the very end. No matter the results, I'm extremely happy to be able to walk the flower path with you guys. Thank you so much’ you said and finished off by bowing.

‘The trainee who got first place is, Y/N congratlulations!’

You went straight to Minji to hug her and you couldn't stop smiling. You did it! You are the center of the new produce 101 group.

Suddenly you hear Wooseok screaming ‘That's my love’ which made you laugh hard.

After the show you went straight to Wooseok, who had some tears in his eye corner. He'll never admit that he cried though.

Kim Yohan:

(this takes place during produce 48, so Yohan wasn't famous at this point)

Yohan felt so nervous during the whole show. They will announce soon which 12 girls made it into the new group called IZ*ONE. He holds the banner with your face and name on it and screams out ‘Y/N’ during every possible moment you could think off.

When you walked on the stage, getting into position for the final ranking, you couldn't help but smile seeing your dorky boyfriend rooting for you like his life depends on it.

Yohan probably felt more nervous than you during the long and nervewrecking announcements. He felt scared when the top 2 had to be announced and you still weren't included. There isn't such an option as you not making it into IZ*ONE according to him.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not realized that you were just announced as the number one trainee and thus debuting as IZ*ONE's center. Yohan almost fell down when he figured out, but later on screamed your name with so much happiness.

He couldn't wait to see you after the show and crush you into a loving hug. Words couldn't discribe how proud he was of you.

Lee Hangyul:

Hangyul currently waits backstage for you. They just annouced who made it into the final group and against all odds you made it as center.

He's holding a rose that he wants to give to you as ‘congratulations I love you’ gift.

After waiting for what seems like an enternity for him, you finally got off stage, sweat glinstering from your face. The second you see Hangyul standing, you almost dropped everything you had in your hand and ran straight into Hangyul's loving arms.

‘I'm so proud of you’ he says while holding you close ‘I knew you could do it'.

‘I still can't believe it’ you say while wiping away your tears

‘You will be an amazing center for the group y/n’ he says while handing you the rose ‘I believe in you. Now let's go home and cuddle because I missed you so much’.

‘Sounds like a good plan Gyul’ you respond while pecking his cheek and walking to his car.

Conclusion: you never left your bed during the free period with Hangyul.

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Baby Jones

Request: Hi! I love the fanfiction you write and I was wondering if you could make one with jellybean almost being raped by nick and The Whole gang support her (btw sorry 4 bad english)

Warnings: sexual assault (Also, lots of pictures and gifs! Sorry!)

Since moving back to Riverdale, it had been tough trying to make new friends. Normally, you weren’t bothered, as you had Jughead. But Jughead had the Serpents now, which left you alone most of the time. The merge with Riverdale High hadn’t helped. Your brother was now a high profile character. He had the potential to bridge the gap between the north and the south, but so far all he was doing was burning bridges. So I kept my head down.

Wandering down the quiet hallways of Riverdale High, I stopped to look through the window into the auditorium. Kevin was in there moving props around on the stage while Veronica was standing behind the microphone praciticing a new song. I quietly slipped through the door, but the click of the door closing echoed around the room. Damn acoustics! The singing stopped and Veronica looked towards me, and then smiled.

“Baby Jones! What are you doing here?” she squealed.

I cringed at the nickname. “Not much, just passing the time. And, please don’t call me Baby Jones, V. I’m 15 years old! Hardly a baby!”

Veronica giggled, “I’m sorry, JB, I’m sorry. But you know, you’ll always be a baby to Jughead” she teased.

“I know” I grumbled, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Hey, what are you up to tonight bab- uh, JB?”

“Nothing, I was just gonna watch Netflix and cook something at home.”

“On your own?” Kevin questioned.

“Well, I mean, yeh. We don’t exactly get much parental supervision and... Jughead’s always at the Wyrm. My dad won’t let me even cross that threshold.”

“That settles it! You’re coming with me to the Pembrooke!” Veronica squealed, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “We will have a girlie sleepover with Betty, and Kevin” Veronica had raised her voice here as Kevin had been about to moan about being left out.

“Um, sure, that sounds... fun” I conceded.

“Great! Come to mine at 8pm sharp!” Veronica ordered, pointing her index finger at me.

“Aye aye, captain” I saluted, before backing down the steps of the stage and retreating through the side door.

I stood outside the oversized front door of the Pembrooke, my duffel bag over my shoulder containing a change of clothes, an old t-shirt and shorts as Pyjamas, and my wash bag. I craned my neck to look up at the grand building that stood before me, wondering why on earth I had agreed to this. The door opened, and a man in uniform ushered me inside.

“Right this way, take the elevator to the third floor, and Miss Lodge will meet you up there” he annouced.

I followed his directions and sure enough, Veronica was there when the elevator doors opened. I looked past her and my jaw dropped when I saw that a series of beds had been set up in her lounge. Veronica took my bag from me and set it down on the ground. She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to sit with her on the nearest bed.

“The others will be here soon, but I thought it would be fun if we started with makeovers. You can go first, okay?”

I nodded slowly, and a smile spread across Veronica’s face. “Great! Wait here, I’ll grab my stuff!”

“You know we don’t have the same colouring V” I shouted over my shoulder. A phrase that I had picked up from Cheryl during Vixens tryouts.

“Oh ye of little faith! I have thought of that annnnd voila!” she had returned with a set of what looked like brand new make up.

“Veronica, what did you do? Did you buy this just for tonight?” I rolled my eyes are her ridiculousness, but I really did appreciate the effort that she was going to, and I could see that this was making her happy.

She made me sit with my legs crossed in the centre of the bed and she moved around me, poking and prodding my face with various brushes and implements. When she got the eyelash curlers out I started to panic, but she assured me that they weren’t going to hurt me.

Soon enough, the elevator doors opened again and a giggling Betty and Kevin tumbled out. However, as soon as they looked over at Veronica, and then to me, their giggles stopped, and I actually heard Keving gasp.

“Oh. my. god, JB... you look hot!” he exclaimed, “V, you didn’t wait for us?”

“Kevin, you know that makeovers calm me!”

Keving held his hands up in defeat and we all fell about laughing at Veronica’s pouty face.

After a few hours of dancing around the living room and watching cheesy rom-coms on Netflix, Veronica’s phone lit up with a message. Kevin grabbed at the phone before Veronica could untangle herself from the blankets that they had drapped over themselves.

“Who is Nick? and why is he inviting you to a party in Riverdale?” he questioned, holding the phone out of Veronica’s reach.

“Oh nick, he’s just an old friend from New York.” she reached for the phone, falling short, “What’s this party? Kev! Give me my phone!” she playfully slapped his arm and then changed tactics and began tickling him until his arm came down to protect his sides and Veronica grabbed her phone from him.

“Hey! Not fair!” Kevin grumbled.

“Who wants to go to a party?” Veronica sang out, wiggling her phone in front of us.

Betty looked unsure, but after much convincing, she agreed to go. I was less convinced. I was underage for a start, and my brother would flip if he knew that I was partying with the ‘Northsiders’. However, I guess what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and I don’t have to drink anything when I’m there. So, in the end, I decided to go with them to the Five Seasons, in a dress leant to me by Veronica herself.

As the hotel door opened, we were greeted by a well-dressed boy who Veronica thre her arms around and introduced to us all as Nick Saint-Clair, her friend from the Big City. We were welcomed inside where I spotted a few other Riverdale High students, including Reggie, Archie, Josie, and Valerie. Archie’s eyes widened when he saw me, and I went to perch on the armrest of the chair he had chosen.

“What are you doing here? Does Jughead know you’re here?” he questioned.

“No he doesn’t know I’m here, and you’re not going to tell him.” I glowered. He held his hands up in defence and smiled. “Besides, he’s off with his new friends. He won’t even notice that I’m not at home.” Archie patted my knee and smiled sadly. I knew he missed Jughead. They used to be like brothers, but with the rift between the north and the south growing, their friendship had been torn apart. Being Jughead’s little sister meant that I was somewhat Archie’s little sister too, and I had missed him when I had been in Toledo. Archie stood up and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his middle and leant into him.

“I missed you when you were gone, you know?” he quietly admitted, “Jughead was miserable without you.”

I pulled away and looked up at him, “I missed you too, and Jughead is still miserable to be around” I joked.

“Would the lady like a drink?” we were interrupted by out host.

“Dude, she’s 15″ Archie squared up to Nick.

“Dude” Nick mimicked, “It’s just orange juice”

I took the cup from him and thanked Nick. I smirked up at Archie, “Some habits never die”

Despite the dwindling number of guests, the party was in full swing, and I was surprised that no neighbours had complained about the noise. Nick had turned the music all the way up and I could feel the bass vibrating through my bones. My toes were beginning to feel fuzzy and my skin was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to the bathroom” I shouted into Archie’s ear. He nodded down at me and did a double take.

“Hey, are you alright JB?” he shouted into my ear.

“Yeh I’m just a bit warm.” I backed away and turned on my heel to find the bathroom, the sudden motion making my head spin slightly. My arms flew out to catch myself in the doorframe of a large bedroom, and I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. Seeing a light on in the en suite bathroom, I made my way around the bed but stopped when I heard the door close behind me, dampening the noise of the music.

“Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?” It was Nick.

“Honestly, I feel a little lightheaded. I think I just need some water.” I admitted.

“Take a seat on the bed, I’ll get you something to drink.” he was walking towards me, and a perched on the edge of the bed.

He stopped in front of me and put his hands on my cheeks, tilting my face up to look into his eyes. He leant down to kiss me, slowly pushing me back so that I was lying down. His lips tasted horrible, like whisky or something. I tried to push him back but my arms felt to heavy.I could barely lift them off the bed. I shook my head, trying to move so that I could say no or scream for help, but as soon as his lips left mine, his hand clamped down across my mouth, sqeezing my cheeks so hard that I knew I’d have bruises.

His other hand snaked down my body, heading towards the bottom of my dress. I ried to kick my legs out, but I couldn’t feel anything, they weren’t moving, weren’t co-ordinating with my brain. Panic filled my entire body, and I tried to bite down on Nick’s hand. He slapped my leg when he realised what I was trying to do, and his face came so close to my own that I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“If you try anything like that again, you will regret it. I’m doing this for you. I’m so much better for you than that ginger prick out there.” He thought that Archie and I were together? I felt my dress being pushed up my body, I felt the cold air hitting the tops of my thighs. I tried again to wriggle free, to fight him, but my body was not fighting with me.

Suddenly, the door burst open and stopped what he was doing and looked up, sneering when he saw that it was Archie.

“What the hell is going on here?” Archie growled, crossing the large room in only a few steps. He punched Nick right in the face, and made sure that he was slumped on the floor before he turned to me. Noticing that I hadn’t moved since he came in, despite the fact that my panties were on show, he panicked.

“JB are you okay?” I nodde slowly, tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. Archie grabbed a blanket that was folded at the foot of the bed and wrapped it around me, pulling my body into his lap, hugging me against his chest.

A pair of heels clicked against the wooden floor of the bedroom as Veronica stumbled in laughing with Kevin. The laughing stopped as soon as they took in the scene that lay before them. Veronica ran over to me and Archie, laying one hand on Archie’s shoulder and the other on my arm.

“What happened?” she whispered softly, fearing that she would somehow spook me.

“I think he drugged her.” Archie said, jutting his chin out at Nick, who was still slumped on the floor. “When I came in he was... he was standing over her on the bed...”

“I’m calling my dad” Kevin announced, bringing his phone up to his ear. I don’t remember hearing the phone call. Archie was stroking my back, trying to sooth me as I cried, and Veronica was stroking my hair.

Suddenly there was a commotion on the floor next to the bed, and I tucked myself into Archie’s chest even more, worried that Nick was getting up.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, I won’t let him get you. Besides, Kevin’s got him pinned down” Archie whispered into my hair. Thank god for Keller’s wrestling moves, I thought.

Before I knew it, Sherrif Keller was in the room and Archie was giving his statement while Nick was being escorted out byu a deputy. Archie was still holding me tightly into his chest, throughout the whole statement. He explained how I hadn’t looked very well when I said I was going to find the bathroom, and that he had noticed I had been gone a while and just thought that I was being sick or something when he came to find me.

The door burst open again, making me jump.

“Where is she?” It was Jughead, and his voice was frantic. He was out of breath, and soaked from the rain. “Where is she?”

Archie’s arms loosened, and Jughead crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Archie. I crawled into my brothers arms, and clung to his damp t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my knees into my chest and holding me together. He used to hold me like this when we were kids, when our parents were fighitng in the living room.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he questioned frantically.

I shook my head against his chest, a new wave of tears cascading down my cheeks. Archie explained what happened while Jughead cradled me in his arms.

After Archie had finished telling the wretched tale, I pulled back to look up into my brother’s eyes. “How did you know something had happened?” I sniffled.

Jughead opened his mouth to answer, before Betty chimed in from the doorway, “I called him, I hope that’s okay?” I looked over to Betty, and was shocked to see that she was flanked by Toni, Sweetpea, and Fangs. My eyes widened and I looked back at my brother.

“Serpent’s take care of their own” He mumbled.

I nodded and tucked myself back into my brother’s arms.

#Riverdale #Riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #Jughead Jones #Jellybean Jones #Betty Cooper #Veronica Lodge #Kevin Keller #Nick Saint Clair #Archie Andrews #Riverdale angst #Southside Serpents #Riverdale Serpents #Riverdale Core Four #JB Jones #Jughead #Jellybean

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Sweet Pea x Reader

Storyline has jumped a little bit so fair warning if you haven’t watched any trailers for the return of Riverdale, read at your own risk.

Part two

The engine of the bike died down as they parked outside Pops. She had been craving one of his burgers all day and a nice chocolate milkshake to wash it down with.

“Thanks” She barely smiled, before making her way towards Pops, heavy footsteps close behind her, stopping at the door to the diner turning to see Sweet Pea following her.

“You don’t have to come in with me” Trying to sound polite. “I’m capable of eating by myself and getting myself home” Tapping Her foot impatiently, arms folded across her chest.

Walking up the steps in front of her, one hand on her shoulder turning her around and his other hand reaching to push the door open, the hand on her shoulder guiding her inside Pops. Coninuting to direct her to a booth in the far corner, sliding in facing towards the door as she took the seat with her back to the door.

“Your usual?” Pops asked, walking to the counter closest to them. “Yes please Pops” Her eyes lightening up. “And for the gentleman?” Pops enquired, his eyes landing on Sweet Pea. “I’ll have a cheese burger with a coffee” Nodding at the man behind the counter.

Silence took over them. The only sounds that could be heard was faint utensils being used in the kitchen and muffled voices a few booths away.

“So what’s the deal with you and Jones?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow, watching as her face scrunched in confusion, he found it cute. “Have you’s dated? Slept together? His bit on the side?” Smirking as her face turned to one of disgust.

“Dude, he’s like my best friend, almost like a brother to me. That’s just weird” She laughed, shrugging it off. “Why do you ask?”.

“You’s two seem pretty close for two people that are just friends?” Shrugging, as one of the waiters made their way over to them.

“Chocolate milkshake, hamburger and fries” Trevor, one of Pops long time staff smiled at her. Making Sweet Pea feel a little uneasy. “And a cheeseburger with a coffee” He nodded at Sweets, placing his order in front of him. “Enjoy guys” Turning on his heel and leaving.

“Growing up we’ve kissed a couple of times but that was because of stupid games like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle” Continuing the conversation, taking a hand full of fries.

“What about you?” She asked, watching as he swallowed a mouthful of burger. “What’s your history?” She was always convinced something had happened with him and Toni but a part of her never wanted to know.

“Nothing serious. A couple of hook ups, make outs, the norm” Taking a sip of his coffee.

“What about Toni?”

“We’re all like family, I could never” He chuckled, relief spreading throughout her whole body.

“So you’re definitely into girls?” She could feel her face flushing in embarrassment as Sweet Pea let out the loudest, heartiest laugh she had ever heard from someone.

“Yeah, I definitely prefer girls” He replies, his laughter finally dying down, her embarrassment easing slightly.

They spent the rest of their meal eating in silence. She felt comfortable around him even though they still barely knew anything about each other. But she also knew if Jughead and FP swore by the serpents then she had no reason to question them either.

“I want to go back to the Wyrm” She spoke, they had both discarded their food and drinks and she didn’t feel like going home right now.

“Jones, left, you remember that right?” He questioned, getting his wallet from his jean pocket.

“Yes Einstein, I remember” Rolling her eyes at him. Chuckling at her as he laid down a few paper bills for their meal, thanking Pops as she left ahead of Sweet Pea.

Returning to the Whyte Wyrm she was expecting the party for FP to still be in full swing but was proven wrong when there was only a few serpents still here, minus FP and Tall Boy, But her two favourites Toni and Fangs were.

“And she returns” Toni, smirked seeing Sweet Pea only inches behind the girl.

“I got my food, I’m a happy duck now” She laughed, taking a seat at the bar, Sweet Pea and Fangs starting up a game of pool.

“You’re a loyal friend” Toni, stated setting down a glass of coke for her.

“I’ve known him since we were 3 years old, I could never turn my back on him, even if he tries to turn his on me” She spoke, feeling her spirits sink slowly. She was feeling happier than she can remember 10 minutes ago.

“Loyalty, it’s a noble thing, some may even say brave but it’s not always the way to do things” Toni’s words replaying in her head as she turned to watch Sweet Pea and Fangs playing pool, mindlessly running her finger along the rim of the glass.

She sat and watched Sweets beat Fangs three times at pool, Fangs only unfortunately beating him twice. She watched as his eyes narrowed on the ball he wanted to hit, his tongue poking out slightly at the corner of his mouth. His dog tags hanging inches above the pool table, the light faintly hitting of his ring that she only just noticed. Watching the muscles in his upper arms and shoulder blades move under his plaid shirt at every shot he took, she felt mesmerised by him, at this moment in time.

“Topaz, who’s couch you taking tonight, mine or Sweet Peas?” Fangs, shouted across to her, Y/N taking her wandering gaze off the man in question.

“I need to drop Princess of the north back home or at Jones” Sweet Pea, spoke his voice getting less audible towards the end, her lip curling up in a snarl at his nickname for her.

“Looks like it’ll be yours then” Toni, confirmed with Fangs. Helping Toni, grab as many empty bottles and glasses as she could before Sweet Pea annouced they were leaving.

Giving Toni, a quick hug goodbye, Fangs waiting to fist bump her, the look of dismay on her face pushing his hand aside as she wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug before jogging after Sweet Pea who was impatiently waiting at the door of the Whyte Wyrm for her.

“Trailer Park or home?” He asked handing her his helmet. He couldn’t bring himself to think of the way she would be sleeping in Jugheads bed, his arm no doubt causally placed over her waist because that’s the sort of thing she allowed with him.

She wanted to see her best friend, make sure he was okay but she also knew that this is where things would get complicated for everyone. She knew FP wasn’t retiring for a reason and it can’t be a good one.

“Home please” She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the engine roaring to life as he took the road towards the northside for a second time that night.

Watching as things flew by she couldn’t tell if he was driving so fast to finally get away from her or so he didn’t have to be on this side of the tracks for so long, but either way her heart hurt, little knowing that they’ll probably never be anything more than acquaintances if they could even be called that.

“Left up here” She called over the sound of his engine, the familiarity of the streets bringing her back to her normality.

“End of the street and that’s me” It felt like she had just spoken those words but seconds later, they were parked outside her house, all lights were out and she knew she would get the third degree in the morning.

“Thanks” She smiled, removing the helmet, their fingers, faintly brushing one another’s as he took the helmet from her.

“I don’t need either of the Jones’ on my ass if the princess of the north doesn’t get home in one piece” He chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere between them.

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a princess and you can’t just assume that because I live on the north side” She yelled in almost a hushed whisper. “When we first moved to Riverdale my parents considered moving to the southside but didn’t feel a trailer was where I should have been raised, they even considered Greendale so don’t go blaming the part of town I live in on me because I didn’t have a choice!” She was seething, her chest heaving ever so slightly. She didn’t want to explode at him the way she did but she was sick of that nickname. Sick of the assumptions because of where she lived.

“Welcome to my world” Giving her a knowing look as he sped off back down the road they just came up.

The next morning she felt awful. She had Sweet Peas words playing in her head most of the night that she barely slept. Here he was judging her for where she lived but he’s been judged his whole life because the southside has been nothing but slated and crapped on since she can even remember. Anything bad that ever happens in Riverdale was the southsides fault. Part of her was hoping this black hood lunatic would be a northsider to finally shut down the accusations about the southside once and for all.

Managing to avoid her parents before school, she was thankful. She was about to do her daily routine, but stopped herself when she found her only plaid shirt, black ripped high waisted jeans and her black ankle boots. She felt silly for feeling slightly rebellious for her outfit choice but she was known for light washed jeans, lilac, baby pink and blue tops and her typical converse but something inside of her had changed. Spending time curling the ends of her hair, making it wavy, just looking in the mirror she looked so different but the smile on her face was brighter than she had ever seen it. Make up wasn’t really something she used, opting for mascara and lip gloss, spraying her favourite perfume and grabbing her books and heading to school. Walking past Betty and Archie’s house, they usually met and the three of them would walk together but she carried on walking.

Finally making it to school she was confused as to why there was motorbikes parked outside and hushed voices amongst every student she walked past.

What she saw shocked her. This wasn’t what she expected when she arrived at school this morning. The only rare thing she thought would happen is an odd glance here and there from students at her sudden change in appearance. Not what was filling up the hallways.

“Good morning students” Mr Weatherbee’s voice came over the tannoy. “As of this morning you’ll see and hear that Southside High has been shut down” Tuning out everything else he had to say, her eyes taking in the four most familiar serpents she knew.

“Welcome to Riverdale High School” Shoving Sweet Pea with her shoulder as she walked past them.

#sweet pea #riverdale imagines #mention of #jughead jones #southside serpents #riverdale high school #drama #friendship #relationship #emotions #part 3?

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What I Want - Dick Grayson x Reader

Alright, since I got these two requests with the same number at the same time, I'll go with Grayson because there's too much Jason in this blog (as if it's a bad thing) AND mixed with another request.

Can I have 20 w/ Dick Grayson? ♡ Can you do the prompt 20 where the reader(fem) is about to get married but Jason comes and interferes the ending up to you #19 I can’t buy you things like him w/ Dick Grayson one shit please 💛 I’m also new to your blog and I’m excited to read some of your work 😃

20. “Please don’t be with someone like her/him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it” 19. I can’t buy you nice things like him.

Fluff and a little heat

"You're what?" "I'm engaged... To Freddie." Your voice came out in a low tone "You don't even have a ring, that's ridiculous Y/N" Dick said a little louder as frustrated he was "Can you not make a scandalous about this?" You frown your eyebrowns berating him "I do have a ring, I just came to talk to you before he makes an announcement." You look back to the living room that was fill with your friends and people you consider as family "I thought... I thought it would be better if I did" "Better for who? You're gonna married with this stupid suit and tie dude?" Dick's voice didn't calm down at all as he gets more red "I love him!" "Don't lie straight to my face. You never even like weddings before" He recalls the one time when the two of you had this conversation. Oh yes, Dick Grayson was your ex boyfriend. It started in the early days of Nightwing and he really needed his own "Alfred" to his missions, so he hired you. A ex intern from Wayne Tech who had discover Bruce's identity before he ever did, you were brilliant. Eventually you became this is huge hacker and lived on your own until he knocked on your window. Of course you two fallen in love. With his flirts during the mission talking to you in his microphone, the Wayne Gala's that he made you go so you could "complete a mission on the ground" and the late nights chat turned into something you couldn't even imagine.

But unfortunaly, two years and half later you were tired of watching him almost die every night and left him with a broken heart. You two reunited not quite longer after that and discover that couldn't live without each other, so you made a deal for not look so miserable: You would continue to kiss, the flirting and have sex but without the whole comprimise stuff. Of course that not that deep down you two were so in love, but it could ruin everything again. After another year doing that, you met Fred. He went to you looking for discover his girlfriend stealing his money, and after the job was done, he offered you a date. You broke up with Dick soon after date, he accepted hoping that would end soon, but there you were, eight months later telling him the news.

And honestly, Dick was right. You never cared about getting married or stuff. You hated everything that could draw attention to you, specially a whole party about you and another person.

"I was thinking about something" you said on top of Dick as he was close to you kissing your neck and your head were brushing through his hair "If it isn't about us then why bother?" you felted him grim on you as you let out a chuckle "The whole Selina and Bruce drama" he let out a groan saying that you cut off the entire mood "I'm serious!" you smiled as held his face "I don't get it, they are literally the cat and mouse. Why on earth this will work? I'm just worried that will end soon and he'll get all.. you know?" she makes a stupid scary face that made Dick smile so hard "Well, they always loved each other. They're willing to put all the selfishness aside and put this in the works" "But do they need a stupid party and a signed paper to do that?" "You don't believe in marriage?" he says closing his face a bit. He wasn't angry, he was just really surprised. All of his exes were obsessed about marriage. God he almost got married himself when he wasn't even old enough to drink. "I just don't get it. It's kinda of pointless to have to prove to other people that you wanna be with that person. Why can't you just... be?" she finishes looking so peaceful. God, he loved that woman and how little you think about other people and how comfortable you expressed your opinions. "Because baby, stubborn heads will always be stubborn heads" he smiles again to her as you cupped his face again "I want to be with you forever." you say looking deep into his beautiful eyes as that was the most deep thing you ever said. He puts the most melt face you ever seen it and he pulls you into a deep kiss and laying you on the bed like a precious crystal.

Now back into the present you were with your back in the wall facing a really mad Richard. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say" "Just... Don't." he walks away going back to some alone counter and you see Wally running to him. You let out a deep sighed and look to your own feet feeling the sadness overhelm you.

"Excuse me everyone?" Frank stands up as he leans his hands to you so you could join him "I have some exciting news" You look over the room and find your friends faces in curiosity, there were a few friends from his company too. Frank was the son of a very wealthy man from Bruce's competitor's company. He heir his company and was such a good man, you were really proud of him even after finding out how shitty his father was. You definitly feels something with him, something that you can't have with Dick. Safety. Plus your friends seem to like him, he gave almost the entirely equipament for the titans knewing that you worked with them a few times and personally he was really nice to everyone even offering a job to Jaime so he could complete his extra hours on the school and help his family. They also joked about the "Y/N's Rich Boyfriend" saying that she didn't had to handle with someones bullshit "But why pay for your cellphone company when you can just own it" Wally used to say whenever she complains about expensive bills.

You do your best to avoid Dick's eyes and look just to your fiancée, you honestly didn't even hear him saying the words, you just hear everyone's clapping and cheering. Artemis and Wally are the first ones to hug you and give you the congrats, as a little line start to form behind them with people congratulating you. You look to the corner and you see Jason talking to a altered Richard as he pushes Tim out of the way and storms out his way out.

You sit down at the swing from the outside of the manor with a wine in your hand. Thinking about how did you ended up there? "Careful with that ring, girl. You could blind someone" you hear a voice as Tim sits down in the next swing. You let out a soft chuckle "If you're not sure about this you have to tell him" "No.. I can't." "You can't be with someone for the rest of your life because you don't wanna face desisions Y/N" Tim now looked a little more serious "I just.." your voice dies as you look down your feet "He was so happy you know? It was out of nowhere and when I realised there was this" she looks at her hand where the huge ring was "Plus, he treats me like a princess. I don't think I'll find much better, I'm lucky" "Y/N you're unhappy. Sure you may like him, but you love the idea that he pass to you." he says turning back to you with the swing "You can't just expect that this will be enough for 80 years" "And you expect me to do what? Break up with him and run back to a man that couldn't decide what he wanted for his life? A on-going thing until the day he doesn't come back?" Now it was Tim's turn to look back down "He's going to be a mess from now on" he talks in a low tone to her. Taking a deep exhale, you get up from the swing putting your head high "Well, it's not my problem anymore."

For the next two months you try to keep away from the Titans boys as much as you can. Of course with Artemis being your maid of honor maked difficult, seeing Wally picking her up from your house not looking in your eyes anymore was disapointing. You knew it was because of him, you talked to Bruce after a few days and he said that he hasn't spoke to him since the annoucement, that can't be good. It mad you so mad that everyone's seems to be upset with you when he was the poor boy. What they did expect? You lay around forever? Ugh, you shake your head as Frank made his way out of the bathroom into your bed kissing you deeply. But not as Dick Grayson once did.

"That has got be the most breath taking dress I ever seen" Stephanie says behind you as the other girls, Barbara, Cass and Artemis agrees. "I'm feeling a little stuck with him" you say laying your hand on your stomach like it was suffocating you "No, no no no" Cass pulls your head behind your ears looking to you in the mirror "You look so pretty, and everything is gonna be fine" "I can't believe I'm gonna be on a actual fairy tale wedding" Barbara says dreamy behind her and you give her a warm smile.

Not believing that you actually got away with her bachelor party you made your way through the streets in peace. All you did was wait until the girls were on their fifth shot and made her way out without noticing dueing their exciment over the loud music.

The wedding was in the next day and Freddie was in some party of himself with a few friends. That would be your last moments of peace. Of course with the strong shots you had, you weren't in your right mind to walk alone, so you asked for a cab giving him the address and rested your head on the window closing your eyes. The cab called out for your indicating that you had arrived in destiny. You look outside of the window with arching your brow "Are you sure this was the address I gave you?" "I'm not a telepathic kid, this was the one"

"Coming" Richard finally said after the his bell ringed for the fifth time finally giving up his I-hope-they-think-I-died-and-eventually-go-away mood. He has some difficults going his way to the door stepping in a few bottles of whatever he was drinking early that night and putting the tv on mute. "If it is you Jason, I swear to God that I'll learn how to shoot especially for-You?" he looks wide opened to the door not believing in his wildest dreams You couldn't believe that you really didn't walk for a few miles get a new taxi to bring you home, instead there you were at his door wearing this really tight black dress and a trench cloat. You both say hi so low that was almost impossible to hear. You noticed that he grew a beard that it suits him, had lost a few pounds and grew a little of dark circles under eye. But he insisted to answer the door shirtless and you lightly bite your lip over this He notices that you let your hair grow, your eyes had become a little less lifely as you gave him a half smile. Dick recomposes himself holding the door as you held yourself tighly to your coat. He can't help but noticing your damn long legs uncover under this cold Bludhaven weather and the dress that you were wearing didn't help a lot too. You fell a bit from your heels as standing up for too long "Are you drunk?" he says arching his brow over your "I don't know?" You loosely says and you both let a soft laugh between the two of you "You didn't RVSP" he can notice the sadness in your tone "Are you serious?" he stands closer to you, but knowing that a fight would not help right now "No, I didn't" "I wanted you there. I can't do anything without you ya know?" "You seem pretty fine. I've been watching in the news the wedding of the year coming up" "Yeah but..." You sounded a bit more angry and frustrated and start walking in circles in his doorstep complaining "But I don't wanna this!" you hit your fits in the air like a child. Dick cross his arms around his chest as he watch "It's like Y/N it'll be worth it. Y/N you look beautiful. Y/N I wish that my wedding was like this. But nobody cares of what I want" "And what do you want" That was all that took for you to look deep in his eyes and pull him over for a kiss. It's a rough kiss, the type she never had with Frank. Dick let himself blame on the alcohool in the next morning. You pull his hair letting his hands go all over your body under your coat moaning a bit when his warm hands met your cold legs, it was the sign to Dick lead you into inside the house. Slamming the door behind you, he takes your coat in a super speed and pulls your hair aside so he could kiss the neck that he missed so much. You go over his body with your sharpen nails as he left deep breaths under your skin making you closing your eyes in pleasure. As he removes your dress and finally looking at you with your exposed body, you cup his hands in his face the way he loves to and you both smile larger than you did over the last year.

Falling down in the top of Richard's body, you both try to catch your breath as he puts his arms around you kissing your head. Staying like this for a while, you don't know what to say by only hearing his raced heart beat and staring the window you once did a long time ago in a room that it was a few times smaller of the one you were used to now.

"Please don’t be with someone like him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it" Dick's voice came out raspy near your ear as he slightly stroke your hair. You though about this moment for so long that now you don't know what to say. You get off his top and sit down on the bed starring at his naked breathless body. "Dick..." "Please, Y/N hear me out.." he says standing up his torso to get close to you "Do you honestly think that you'll have what we just and always had?" you look down trying not to meet his eyes as he looked deeply to your face "I can't get you nice thinks like he does, but I can give you endless love." "I'm not looking for his money, Grayson" You say serious finally meeting his gaze "I don't wanna live with the feeling that I might not be able to see you when I get home. Or worst, be the first one see you dead somewhere. You say that you wouldn't handle see me with him, but what about me? The endless nights that I spent crying while you were blackout on the floor and I just had to wait? When I had to make excuses for you not being in there because you were to wounded to show up in public?" "Then I'll be better" he says holding the side of your head with sweetness "Goddamnitt I'll stop-" "Don't." knowing what would come next you interrupt him "The whole question here is that I don't wanna make you choose" "But I'll always choose you, Y/N. If I have to I'll burn my uniform right now" he says gripping the other hand on your hip pulling you closer "You say it and I'll. Tell me that you're gonna stay and I will burn the entire armory down" now he met his nose with yours with his eyes shut.

If this had only happen early. You let a tear come down as you remembered what Freddie told you this morning. His entire family coming from England and the excitment in his voice preparing this whole thing. You couldn't do this to him, not right now. Maybe in a few years when he realises that you're not in love and leave you. Maybe, but you couldn't put Dick to wait for this. He kisses your tears away, which made extra heart to open your eyes and touch his face for the last time "I love you Dick Grayson. I always will for the rest of my life." "I'll wait for you" "I don't want you to." you lie knowing that is for the best. You noticed that a few tears had started to falling down from his face. You clean them away with your thumb kissing his lips and his head for the longest time.

The next day you find yourself in front of a huge mirror again while the stylist was making the last details on your dress. You see Artemis coming next to you smiling "Someone left this on your doorstep" she gives to her a wrapped box and the woman in her dress leave them alone. The gift was with a note 'Your Something Blue." She frowns removing carefully the note as she opens the tiny box. It was a stupid blue bird pin. You feel your heart stops for a huge second taking carefully out of box. Artemis is by your side giving an encouraged smile removing the pin from your fingers and carefully placing in your dress on a spot that only you could see it.

You feel your mouth drying a bit as you made your way to the altar. Surrounded by the 200 faces which mostly you've never seen it you find Freddie's gaze on you. You smile noticing that he did what you asked that was no photographers around or cameras. You stand next to him and starts to panicking noticing that you can meet his eyes so close "Are you okay?" he whispers as the priest starts talking. You only nodds trying to focus on the words.

You could felt that the cerimony was taking 3 days to get over. Your feets hurt, it's too cold for a open sky wedding, and the cold metal of that pin over your body was bothering you way more than it should. "So before we made the actual blessing, I need to say: Is there someone here who may be against this event?" You close your eyes ready for his next words as you hear everyone gasps behind you. Freddie turns over frowing his brows and you slowly turns to see.

Richard Grayson, dressed as a homeless boy between that fancy people with flannels and jeans with that huge ass beard, walked in your direction.

You were sure that your eyes had come out of your face. Everything around you was a blur. You had seen this scene several times in movies, thinking how embarrassing that was, now it was happening to you. You were pretty sure that you head Wally's laugh on the background, but it wasn't that important. Making sure you weren't the only one seeing this, you hear Freddie's voice "But what on earth is this?" You try to come up with words turning your head to him but not being able to turn your eyes too. Dick still stood there in silent finally realising what he was doing he puts his hands on his jeans pockets embarrassed. You feel a little grin coming in the corner of your mouth "Y/N, explain!" Freddie sounded again in her eyes. You finally give Freddie's entire attention "I can't do this. I never could" Fred eyes met yours with a certain desperation "Fred I could give you my full I do but I could never give you the life you want and deserves. And I'm sorry that I've waited so long to do this, I'll never forgive myself. But this time I have to get what I want" she smiles empathic to him as she pushs her dress up.

Dick Grayson could honestly die in a horrible way right now that he didn't care. When he sees you running to him he recomposes as he hugs you so tightly you could break. He hears yours and his stupid friends cheering up in the backgroud as he held your hand outside of the garden. You wait until you're in his car to dare to say anything "Why-What just happened?" you say breathless as you had runned a marathon "I can't let anyone think that they'll spend his life with him while I stand" he smiles to her letting the adrenaline run off. He holds your face and kiss you desperatly finally having on his arms and his arms only.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson imagines #dc comics imagines #nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing imagine

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sp00kworm · 7 years ago

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Go, go Over-Rangers! (Genyatta Oneshot)

For my bestie @lesbian-sombra who encouraged me to write this ages ago, and needs something to help her smile, and something to show her how much I appreciate her! Its something short but its what I could get out of my tired brain.

In the Over-Rangers base the sirens rang. Red lights swirled as the alarm bells rang around the cliff built base. Genji jumped at the sound of the sirens, but quickly grabbed his badge and sword before running out of his room, his boots thumping against the floor, and to the bay area. Navy Blue Ranger, also known as Jack, was by the console, tapping at the holographic keyboard as the scanning system locked in on the targets current position. Genji rounded the corner at the same time as the orange ranger, Lena, and collided with her with a thump.

“Oof, sorry love, in a bit of a rush you see. Off to King's Row, that where one of the attacks is. Hope that blasted Widow isn't there again. Her and her stupid spider minions...” She muttered to herself as Genji slowly inched past her, heading towards Jack with a swagger in his step.

“Green Ranger, reporting.” He leant on the console and smiled, eyeing the locations for a moment as he watched Jack talk into the ear piece for a minute.

“Zords dispatched, hold on out there team.” Jack clicked the ear piece and looked over at Genji with a huff, “Genji you're off to Japan. There's been a sighting of Cyberninja, and he seems keen on trashing the Shimada palace. You're being dispatched in five minutes, make your way to the flight deck.” The eldest member of the over-rangers tapped away on his keyboard and quickly dismissed Genji. The green sentai ranger scowled before heading off to the flight deck, tinkering with his wrist band as he walked.

The ship that picked him up was heading straight for Hanamura, Japan, at light speed. In less than an hour, with the new high speed airship the rangers had gotten their hands on, Genji was positioned at the door waiting for the all clear to leap from the plane. The pilot held a hand up as they hovered over the drop sight, a signal that it was clear to jump. Genji smirked and did a two fingered salute to the pilot, before leaping from the plane, free-falling for three long counts and then pulling the cord on his chute. The parachute exploded outwards, snapped Genji backwards in the air. Gently, he began to float towards the ground, and he watched as people ran left and right, away from fires and explosions. Where ever the Cyberninja was, he had brought backup this time, in the form of minions who seemed quite keen on disrupting the peace.

Genji landed with a soft thud, and watched as a group of minions slowly grouped up around him. Smirking, he tossed his parachute pack aside and stuck a pose, clicking the button on his wrist band.

“Green Sentai, go!” Green light erupted from the bracelet and circled Genji before wrapping his form in bright green light. Green armour appeared over his skin tight work out top and bottoms, a lighter green 'v' decorating his helmet, just above the black visor that slid down over his eyes. Flexing his wrists, he looked at the armour plating over his arms and smiled beneath his mask. The green armour shined in the bright sun and Genji tapped the small device in his arm, pulling up a map, showing a bright red dot which was the Cyberninja's location. The dot was moving towards the arcade, and Genji tapped his arm again, putting the blinking hologram away before sprinting towards the large archway, one hand on his wakizashi, the other drawing the shuriken out of his implanted sheath.

The arcade was in cinders when he finally caught up with the hoard of minions and Cyberninja. The hoard screamed, falling over one another as they tore through the electronics in the games, tearing open the games and munching on the rubber and circuit boards inside. There was no sign of the ninja, and so Genji laughed, annoucing his presence to the minions with a show of flashing sword, rotating the katana around his hand. Sharpening the blade on the armour and flicking it aside, he made a beckoning motion with two fingers.

“Come at me! I, Green Ranger, will put an end to your destruction!” Genji watched the goons launch themselves towards him and smirked, dashing into the fray, shurikens flying and embedding themselves into the enemies. His sword made short work of the minion's thin armour, their spiral masks smashing with the force of the blows and exposing their purple grotesque faces, their features mutilated due to their creation by cloning. Genji hacked through them, attempting to gain the attention on his long life rival.

The hoard gathered towards Shimada Castle, and Genji peered up at the gate, the two dragons intertwined, his visor glinting. He had miliseconds to react before an arrow would have impacted with his visor and pierced his eye. Flipping backwards, Genji dodged the barrage of a scattering arrow, parrying some of them aside with his wakizashi blade. Sheathing the blade, landing in a crouch against the concrete, Genji peered upwards at the top of the gate. An orange ribbon fluttered in the breeze as someone leaped over the back of the gate. Dashing forwards, Genji sprinted after the silouhete, and jumped upwards, pulling his weight up a wall launching a barrage of shuriken towards the person. Rolling off to the side, they dodged the shuriken and returned fire, aiming two arrows before sending them flying. The two arrows flew outwards before curving back in towards Genji's torso. Genji leaped forwards, rolling along the ground before dashing forwards again after the man. In the air, he drew his sword, parrying the arrows ricocheting off the walls and ground.

“Ryūjin no ken o kurae!”

Dashing back towards the ground, Genji sliced downwards towards the man, visor glowing green as he unleashed his powers. The strike was blocked by a sudden grunt, and Genji was halted before the man, his blade drawn. Dark eyes stared back at him, and Genji scowled, eyeing the dark hair and face, masked by a grey cloth. This man was Cyberninja. He grunted and pressed his feet against Genji's torso before launching him backwards. Genji grunted as he was sent flying through the air and groaned as he collided with the tarmac, his helmet flashing with alarms of damage to his suit.

Cyberninja stood and snorted, “End him. I will retrieve the artefact.” and turned away heading further into Shimada Castle. Minions swarmed the court yard and Genji growled and drew his katana before he heard the scared cry of a citizen.

The goons dragged along an omnic by his bottoms. The omnic scrambled to get his hold on something, reaching for broken mala beads that were scattered along the floor. Genji flared with anger and drew his sword before dashing for the omnic, slicing his way through the crowd of creatures until he reached the gaggle of monsters dragging him along. They evidently wanted to get at his circuitry.

“Stop creatures! Release that citizen!” Genji pointed at them, and threw a fan of shuriken, incapacitating a few of them. The omnic swivelled his head around, staring at Genji for a few seconds before finally managing to release one of his feet. He smashed his sandal covered foot into the minion's mask and dragged himself away towards his mala beads as Genji dealt with the rest of the hoard around him.

After finishing with the small group, Genji bounded over to the omnic, grabbing him under the arms before heaving him into a bridal carry. The omnic made a noise akin to a squeak as Genji bounded off over the walls. He dropped him by the clinic and saluted.

“Be safe here omnic citizen. May I as you name before I chase down that criminal?” The helmet on his head tilted inquisitively. The omnic opposite him fumbled his fingers together, looking away as though slightly embarrassed. The mala he had picked up some how floated around his neck, and span with his embarrassment, some jerking upwards slightly in an uneven rhythm.

“Tekhartha Zenyatta...What is the name of my saviour then.” The omnic chuckled and linked his hands together behind his back.

“Green Ranger of Overwatch, at your service Sir Zenyatta.” He flashed another salute before leaning towards the wall and patting the omnics shoulder, “See you again soon.” He leaped away towards the fray again , leaving a flabbergasted omnic by the wall of the hospital.

“He was very cool....and cute...” Zenyatta hid his face in his hands.

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kookie-vith-suga · 8 years ago

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You don’t own me part 5

Excerpt: “Before we go in there you should know that you only speak when you are asked. Else I don’t want to hear any noise from you”, his tone was firm which should indicate you that there should be no backtalk.

“What?! Am I a dog?”, you yelled.

“Act like one and maybe you'll get a reward”, an evil grin spread over his face as he exited the car.

Word count: 2549 // Yaas my friends!

Warnings: Angst - It’s slowly increasing!

Author’s note: I know that mostly after the third part or so the people loose interest in my stories but still there are a some of you who stayed with me! @httpwyf , @dont-hyuck @vicassa @imbaekhyunstrash @byunbunniess @literaltae @jookyunhoe @crovalkyrie I hope I’m not bothering you by tagging you. If so please tell me and I’ll stop ;) I’m very thankful to everyone else too! ♥

Even if this part wouldn’t be read at all I still feel like writing it because I do actually enjoy it! I see a lot of people struggling on here by the lack of response they get for they stories while they totally forget the ones who did read and liked it! I must admit that in the beginning I felt the same because it is hard. There are so many awesome writers out there so you always compare yourself. But actually there is no need because writing is something just for me. It calms me down and I allows me to shut the world out for a little while. And that is what counts I guess. So yeah after telling you my little realization I hope you can enjoy this part :) ♥

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You were sitting on the couch starring out of the window front. It was dawning outside. The sun had nearly vanished behind the horizon. Four days had past. In these four days you had used the phone a lot. Mostly you called the reception to bring you food or as you were very bored to go swimming. It had been a little strange. A bodyguard about twice as big as you guided you to a swimming pool which no one else was using. Eve though it was in the afternoon. And it was a decently warm day which actually wouldn’t really matter since it was inside. You wondered if this one belongs only to Baekhyun since it kinda already felt like he owns the whole fucking place.

Chanyeol, as Baekhyun called him visit you two times. For like ten minutes maximum. He brought you clothes. The first time you mouth gaped open as you saw the clothes. They all were summer clothes or to put it otherwise just short and revealing. Maybe you could have expected that when a man is accountable to choose your wardrobe.

“Are you dumb?! I don’t give a fuck if he dislikes it or not but I guess I must continue to wear his clothes! I won’t wear any of these with the knowledge that cameras are filming me from every possible angle!”, you had protested.

Luckily Chanyeol was quick to persuade so you made a list for him with things to bring you. He still had left you the clothes. “Just in case you change your mind”, he said. The next day you found five bags full of clothes placed in the living room. You had to admit that these clothes were of high quality. And of brands you normally didn’t really cared about. All of these still had their price tags on. 300 bucks for a pair of sweatpants is really a lot to spent.

But he seemed to not really care about money. As much as you didn’t liked your current position you had to admit that you also were pretty curious about him. You were so sure that you already heard his name but the whole time hadn’t really brought you further. Lost in your thoughts you watched the last sunrays disappear. You sighed. For four days you hadn’t seen him. Maybe I won’t see him till he can make use of me. You stared at the phone in your hand. The name Baekhyun was on the top list of the contacts. You finger itched a little but you didn’t gave in. But the curiosity that had piled up for four days was bothering you and you wanted to know more.

I could just delete the browse feed when I’m done. You told yourself as you typed in the name. Immediately about 20 news site showed up. You scrolled through them till you clicked on an article posted on a private blog of a Jean Linda. You began reading.

“Byun Baekhyun is the twenty-four years old heir and leader of the Byun Clan. He undertook the empire after the former leader Byun See-Young died in a shooting in 2013. The Byun Clan is known for trading with an enormous amount of properties all over the world. For more then 30 years they had been under suspicion to only use that business as a cover up for much more illegal trading.

But although the police could link them reportedly to several murders around the area and a lot of drug and weapon deliveries from South America, East Asia and Europe they never got arrested. In addition to that the police also stated in 2009 to found evidence that perhaps proof that the Byun Clan also participated in human trafficking. But up until today they hadn’t been able to catch “the big fish”. That may also be because Byun Baekhyun lives like a ghost upon us. He is rarely seen at public occasions and if he ever showed up never without two hand full of men who would freely give their lives for him.

Byun Baekhyun is an enigma which may never be solved.”

The phone fell out of your hand. It landed on the ground. You choked nearly at your tears. You were crying out of shock. Out of disbelief. This article told you that you were held hostage by a person who is worst then any criminal.

He is a monster! What if he wants to sell me?! It shook you. As you remebered the cameras you wiped over your face. You got up to spray your face with water and wipe your nose. Every evidence should disappear that you had cried. As you padded back to the couch and picked up the phone before sitting back down again. You stared at it for a little before you typed in another name.

Park Jongdae, Nam Jongdae, Lee Jongdae, you read. No that’s not it. I don’t know his last name. I never asked. Your job required discretion since a lot of your clients had been very important men in different positions. A lot of politicians and actors. You grew frustrated so you cleared every evidence that you ever used the internet. You stared at the ceiling for some time.

“Put this on”, you winced as you heard a voice behind you. You spun around to see Baekhyun placing a dress in a big see through plastic bag neatly over the backrest.

You tried to gulp down the lump that had formed in your throat instantly.

“You scared me! I haven’t heared you coming”, you tried to controll your anger.

“Oh I’m sorry. Next time I make sure to annouce myself when I enter my own building!”, he said sarcastically.

“What is this?”, you mumbled.

“A dress. Isn’t it obvious?”, he knitted his eyebrows.

“Hmm”, you hummed in response, “What for?”

“You’ll see after you had put it on.” he surrounded the couch and sat down at the armrest. You could feel your body tense at his presence. He can’t know that I know! You straightened your shoulders and turned towards him.

“Please tell me where we are going“, you pouted and tried to sound a little whiny like you normally do it when you want something. It always worked with Jongdae. He couldn’t resist you like that.

“We are heading out to a little party. You will be my accompaniment so could you hurry up or we’ll be even more late then we already are!”, he argued.

You picked the dress up and walked upstairs.

“You know, you don’t need to bother leaving the room. I had watched you change about twenty times already”, he called after you.

You slammed the door with full force. Not only a pyscho but also a perv!

About fiveteen minutes later you walked the stairs back down. It was a deep red cocktail dress with bead work all over the décolltage. You also had put on a little make up and braided your hair.

“You look stunning! Just like I imagined it!”, he praised you and it sounded truely. As much as you were disgusted by this man his compliment still made you blush a little. That caused that a knot of anger formed in your stomach.

“Well something is missing”, he remarked and opened a box which had lied in his lap. Some red high heels were in it. Matching with the dress of course.

“May I?” You sat down on a leather armchair next to the elevator. He kneeled down in front of you and gently put on the first shoe. It fitted perfectly and your thoughts shot to the fairytale of “Cinderella”. How the prince put on the glass sliper that was tailored only for her foot. Also one of the thoughts for which you could have slapped yourself. You have to think straight Y/N!

You got up quickly as he had put on the second one ignoring his hand to help you. “Let’s go”, you ordered. You heard him chuckle.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

The car was rumbling over a uneven street which let you butt against his shoulder multiple times. After that it stopped fully.

“Sorry”, you mumbled and gathered your things to get out.

“Before we go in there you should know that you only speak when you are asked. Else I don’t want to hear any noise from you”, his tone was firm which should indicate you that there should be no backtalk.

“What?! Am I a dog?”, you yelled. Your plan had become irrelevant right now. You were never a person who would submit so easy.

“Act like one and maybe you'll get a reward”, an evil grin spread over his face as he exited the car.

You followed him while pouting. Stupid asshole! The car had parked in a merely dim lit side street. Does he ever use normal entrances? A quick nod towards the doorman and he opened the dorr for us.

“Ladies first��, he pointed you to go forward.

“I rather not”, I huffed.

“You women are such a pain in the ass”, he stated clearly amused by you attitude. You wanted retort something sassy but you couldn’t think of as fast as he had already walked in leaving you outside. You snorted and stomped after him. Your high heels were clacking on the wooden floor of a narrow corridor. It ended in a big room. A very fancy looking one you had to admit. You hadn’t expected it to be honest since the building itself looked more rundown from outside.

Black graphit floor with black and white walls. It definetly looked very exclusive. You felt out of place. Baekhyun took place at your side and guided you with his arm on your lower back towards a big set table. Minimum fifteen pair of eyes had focused on both of you and a lot of murmuring had begun. It hushed as you arrived the table.

“Ah Byun Baekhyun! How nice of you to honour our little gathering with your attendance”, a man maybe at the end of twenties had approached them and shook Baekhyun’s hand. You though you had heard a hint of irony ghosting in his voice.

Baekhyun seemed to ignore it and responded in a overly polite tone: “I’m also very thankful for the invitation and I’m sorry for our tardiness. But you know how women are. They always need their time to get ready”, his head nudged into your direction and he laughed out. Clearly a fake laugh. You suppressed to roll your eyes and just put on a fake smile.

“Well don’t they say real beauty needs time”, his eyes had scanned you thoroughly. He took your hand and pressed a sloppy kiss onto the back. “I would wait decades for such a gorgeous sight ”

You withstood the urge to puke. Sleazeball!

“I’m afraid your patience would be wasted”, Baekhyun interrupted your his touch by pulling you back to him. You were actually a little relieved. The man and Baekhyun seemed to fight a little starring contest till the man turned around to the other guests.

“Dinner is served! Please sit down!”, he requested everyone with a open arms.

Several “Thank you’s” came back before everyone searched themself a good sitting spot. Baekhyun dragged you towards the other end of the table and sat down. He forced you on the place next to him and caressed over you back. To outsiders it must looked like a loving gesture but it didn’t felt like that for you. It made your flesh crawl.

The dinner went by pretty unspectacular. Baekhyun was occupied with holding a chit chat with men around him. While you were poking in your salad you racked your brain what kind of meeting this was and which relationship they may have to Baekhyun. You came so far that you surely conntected it to something related to his “business”. And they don’t really seem to be friends. It is more like a forced kidness among everyone. One after another you glanced at each member at the table. There were some couples where you had ascertain in shock that some of the women could be the daughters of their companion. The single men you sorted in a age span from 16 to 65. 16 fucking years. How fucked up must your life had been when you end in such a business.

You really pitied them till a thought came to your mind as you watched them for a longer time. They were really flirting with everything that had boobs and a short skirt. Clearly enjoying their time. Maybe they also had choosen this life.

You suddenly felt sick. You tugged on Baekhyung’s shirt sleeve to get his attention. At first he seemed to ignore you so you shook his arm gently.

“Darling can’t you see I’m talking to someone?”, he tried to controll his temper.

“I need to use the washroom”, you responded rueful.

“Oh I see”, you understood it as you had his consent so you wanted to get up. He stopped you and leaned closer and whispered into your ear: “Kiss me.”

You pulled back to present him your very confused face. “What are you talking about?”, you kept your voice low.

“Didn’t you noticed all of them starring at you. Already undressing you in their minds. If you don’t want any of them follow and harass you, you should kiss me. Now”, he stressed while resting one hand on your back to pull you a little closer.

“I don’t think they would do something like this at such an event”, you pointed out.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Your naivete is really sweet but don’t think too highly of these rats! They had done WAY worst.” His words hit you hard. “But when they get to see that you belong to me they won’t dare to lay a finger on you. They know who to fear!” His hand caressed over your back to encourage you. You felt by the severity in Baekhyun’s voice that he was actually telling the truth.

These people sure as hell doesn’t hold a lot of moral values. Or maybe they had created their very own version of them to justify their actions. To be honest I don’t want to find out.

You took a deep breathe and leanded in. Your lips collided hard. It wasn’t supposed to be a romantic kiss. You tasted white whine and peppermint from his soft lips. A really delicious combination as you thought. While you pulled back you bit into his lower lip lightly.

“Don’t miss me too much”, you winked before leaving a panting Baekhyun behind. You took your time and swayed your hips until you were out of sight. You began to hurry and looked behind you around five times till you finally locked the bathroom door behind you. The whole time you couldn’t breathe normally. You exhaled noisily.

This is too much…

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