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drabbles-mc · 7 months ago

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Hands All Over

Rick Flag x F!Reader

Based on the request from @beardburnsupersoldiers: could you do #11 (“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”) with Rick Flag??? (Prompt is from This List)

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, jealous Rick

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: my requests are closed but i have been thinking about this in the best way ever since you sent it in and i finally finished it tonight so I'm sending it out into the universe. I'm forever unwell about this man but i hope you enjoy!!!! xo (as always this is unbeta'd af but it's made with love)

You were purposely ignoring the pissed off look on Rick’s face as he stared at you from across the lot. It was early still. The guards hadn’t even rounded up everyone that the two of you needed from Belle Reeve yet. The usual suspects had been brought out first, people they knew weren’t going to put up much of a fight even if they wanted to. It was a short list, and seemed to get shorter all the time whether it was because they kept shaving years off people’s sentences, or because there were almost always a couple team members who didn’t make it home at the end of a mission. Turnover was constant, but it wasn’t as though Belle Reeve was ever going to run out of inmates.

Regardless, it left you and Rick out in the lot with Harley, Peacemaker, and Captain Boomerang. Over the next few minutes you were sure that others would slowly start to trickle out, people with no real clue about what they were getting roped into.

The reason that Rick was giving you the glare was two-fold—he was pissed off about what he was seeing, and he was also pissed off that he couldn’t even try to say anything about it. The first part was your fault, really. But the second part? That was just as much on Rick as it was on you. Maybe if you two had taken the time to ever actually talk about what your deal was, situations like this wouldn’t have him reacting quite so obviously. As it stood, Rick was too stubborn to start the conversation and you enjoyed stirring the pot too much to start it yourself.

So, there you were, leaning back against the transport vehicle you and Rick would be loading everyone into soon enough. Your back was braced against it, one boot on the ground, the other resting back flat against the large tire. Your arms were crossed in front of you as you looked at Boomerang. He was closely mirroring your stance as he stood beside you. You might’ve been vaguely aware of how close he was standing, but judging by the clench in Rick’s jaw it was just about the only thing that he was aware of.

Boomerang had always been a little more comfortable around you than he should’ve been. You figured out pretty quickly after meeting him that trying to fight him on it all the time was not only exhausting, but it wasn’t effective. So along the way the two of you found your middle-ground. You were fine with it, the banter and jokes that definitely wouldn’t be workplace appropriate at any other job, but even without looking at Rick when it happened you knew that he wasn’t a fan.

“C’mon.” Boomer nudged his shoulder against yours. “How many more missions till I can take you out?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bold of you to assume that the only reason you can’t take me out is because you’re currently in prison.”

He pretended to be offended and hurt by the comment. “That ain’t very nice, now is it?” He paused as you laughed. “Got some boyfriend on the outside, then?”

Turning your head to look at him, you said, “Why would I have to—”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Or a girlfriend. Don’t matter.”

You chuckled. “I never said any of that.”

He stepped away from the truck. Turning on his heel, he stood so that he was facing you head-on. “By the time I’m outta here, sweetheart, I’ll win you over.”

Even though you knew it wasn’t ever going to happen, you still found yourself smirking at the concept of him trying to woo you. Whatever that meant to him. “Always good to have a goal.”

There were a few beats of silence as he looked around the lot. You could tell that he was starting to get a little antsy, Harley too from the sounds of it as she chattered away at one of the new recruits that had been brought out. This was always the longest part. Briefing everyone was quick, and the rides to the mission locations went by fast because of the commentary flying around amongst everyone. Waiting for everyone to get chipped and brought out got to be a drag after a while.

Boomer was feeling it, pulling out one of his boomerangs and fiddling with it passively in his hand the way a child would fuss with a toy. Arms crossed over your chest, you nodded towards the item in his hand. “Not getting that out just because I said you couldn’t take me out, right?”

His grin split wide enough to catch the glint off his gold tooth. “’Course not.” He fiddled with it for another second longer before pointing at you with it. “Ever used one’a these?” You shook your head and he switched so that it was laying flat in his upturned palm, hand out to you like a peace offering. “Wanna try?”

“Boomer—”

“Give it a shot! ‘s the worst that could happen? We’re the Suicide Squad anyway, right?”

No matter what your rebuttal was, it wasn’t going to be good enough for him. Using your foot that was braced against the tire, you pushed off the side of the truck. “Fine. Only because I know I’ll never hear the end of it from you.”

He was practically cackling as he set it in your hand. “Might make a bad guy outta you yet.”

The two of you weren’t even being all that loud but the words were grating against Rick’s ears halfway across the lot like he was trapped in an echo chamber. The internal conflict of enjoying the sound of your laughter versus knowing that you were laughing at something that Harkness said had him rooted to the spot. If he clenched his jaw any tighter he was liable to chip a tooth.

First it was listening to the two of you shooting comments back and forth, your indirect denial of having someone on the outside. He was frustrated with that even though deep down he knew that even if you’d said you were with someone, it wouldn’t have stopped Boomerang. Deeper down still, he knew that he’d never said anything to you about the relationship between the two of you, but it was easier for him in that moment to forget that small detail.

That was frustrating enough, but then he saw the way that Boomer was so quick to put his hands on yours, how comfortable he was shifting the two of you so that he was standing behind you. It didn’t matter that you wouldn’t take the man seriously in a million years, that no matter the innuendo or the offer he wasn’t ever going to win you over. In that moment, Harkness was closer to you at work than Rick ever would be. And you were smiling and laughing about it.

Not nearly soon enough, the last of this round’s Task Force X were brought out to the yard. You’d managed to get one mildly successful boomerang throw in, and Rick had stopped just short of giving himself an aneurysm.

“Alright,” he barked, more anger in his words than necessary as he walked towards the truck, “everyone load up. We’ll brief on the way.”

You stood back watching as they all filed in. There were murmurs, quick exchanges as everyone tried to get situated in the cramped space. You tried to stifle your chuckles as you heard Harley riling everyone up as they got strapped in.

Unsurprisingly, Boomerang was bringing up the back of the line. Before stepping up into the vehicle, he stopped right beside you. You could feel the humor dripping off his words as he motioned for you to get in before him. “Beauty befor—”

Rick gave him a harsh shove between his shoulder blades, cutting him off in the process. “Get in the fuckin’ truck,” he grit out.

Boomerang’s entire face contorted in annoyance and offense for a moment. He looked over his shoulder at you as he climbed into the vehicle. “When’re you gonna stop lettin’ that one tag along?” He gestured to Rick.

Rick’s brows were pinched together as tight as you’d ever seen them. “Harkness.”

It was all that had to be said. He slipped into the back of the transport with everyone else. You were still looking at the now-empty door, unaware of the look that Rick was now giving to you. There were plenty of things that he wanted to say to you, do to you, right there in that moment just to prove a point but he couldn’t.

You started to speak. “So how—”

All the words flew right out of your head as Rick’s hand clamped tightly down onto your shoulder. Catching you off-guard he easily pushed you, pinning you between him and the side of the truck. One of his legs was slotted between yours. He was leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin when he spoke.

His voice was painfully low. “I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

You were so off-kilter that you couldn’t even come up with the witty responses that you were in the habit of giving him. He’d never put himself in such a close position with you at work before. You knew him well enough to know that being friendly with Boomerang would get under his skin a little bit. If only you’d known how much—you would’ve done it a hell of a lot sooner.

The digging of his fingertips even through your shirt had you locked in place. It was exciting as it was nerve-wracking, especially since there was a truckload of prisoners just a mere flap of metal away from you. You and Rick had always had different definitions of the term reckless, and this was about as reckless as it got for him. He tried so hard not to let his personal life bleed into the job, and yet here he was. You loved knowing that you could have this effect on him if you tried, even if it was making your knees nearly knock together in the moment.

It could’ve only been a couple seconds that had passed, but you felt like the silence had been stretching on infinitely when you finally managed to try and speak up. “I don’t—”

“You do,” he cut you off. There was the slightest twitch in his hand on your shoulder, a clue that he wanted to put it somewhere else but he stopped himself. Not feeling quite reckless enough for that yet.

“I—”

His voice seemed to drop even lower in volume, not that it dulled the sharp edges of what he was saying to you. “Don’t play dumb now.” He finally released you and stepped back. A professional amount of space existed between you once more. “Let’s go.” He started to walk towards the driver’s side. “We got shit to do.”

You gave yourself until the door on the other side of the vehicle opened. Then you took a deep breath and got yourself swung up into the passenger seat. There were bigger things to worry about for now, and you decided that those bigger things were why you still felt a slight shaking in your legs.

There was never such a thing as a simple mission with Task Force X. Even when things were pitched to you and Rick as easy, or simple, or in-and-out missions, they never seemed to play out that way. You chalked it up to the squad, and also to Waller never giving anyone a straight answer about anything. That usually covered your bases.

This time you had the additional layer of problems stemming from Rick’s attitude for the day. He wasn’t ever warm and fuzzy with the team, but the last time you saw him walking around with such a noticeable chip on his shoulder was back in the days of Midway City. Only this time his frustration wasn’t about the whole team, it was about one team member in particular. Or two, if you included yourself in the count.

Your team didn’t have the luxury of ascribing to the, “no man left behind,” mentality. But even so, it didn’t mean that no one could try at all. And who knows, maybe if someone who wasn’t Harkness had taken a bullet to the thigh, Rick would’ve reacted differently. You didn’t get to find out.

Rick had brushed past him, determined to get to get everything over as quickly as possible. His lack of concern was met with a slew of angry, vulgar remarks from Boomerang, and perhaps rightfully so. You stopped to at least help the man get to his feet, even if you weren’t going to be carrying him or acting as a human crutch for the rest of the mission.

“Flag,” you chastised as you caught up to him.

“What?” he snapped back, matching your tone.

You let your voice drop to just above a whisper. Loud enough for him to hear over everything happening around the two of you, but not so loud that the rest of the team with you was going to catch it.

“You said we’ll sort it at home, so let’s sort it at home.”

He shook his head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So you’re trying to tell me that there’s nothing different about—”

“That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you.”

The sound of gunfire up ahead stopped your conversation then and there. You knew that once the chaos had died down, the two of you would get right back into it. There were just more pressing matters to deal with at the moment, like the people pointing their guns at you.

There were no other major injuries to anyone else on the team. A few bumps and scrapes but it looked like Boomerang was the only one who was going to be taking a trip to the medical wing. He would’ve been looking forward to that if it wasn’t currently being preceded by Peacemaker carrying him back to the transport vehicle. No matter how much he struggled and swore, he wasn’t able to break free. It was a comical sight, seeing him draped over Peacemaker’s shoulder—everyone else was getting a kick out of it even if Boomerang wasn’t. Him and Rick.

Rick didn’t say a single word to you the entire drive back. Even when everyone was getting unloaded and sent back to their cells, it felt like he hadn’t even done so much as look at you. It was something that any other day you wouldn’t have noticed, because that’s just how it was when you were both working. But it felt different this time, tense in a way that it didn’t used to be.

He only spoke to you in the parking lot by your cars because you asked him a question that he couldn’t give a yes or no answer to. He didn’t even look at you as he answered it, instead looking down as he dug his keys out of his pocket.

“Yours or mine?” you asked.

“Yours.”

You waited for follow-up commentary that never came. You waited for him to pick back up the argument from earlier, or for him to reignite the jealous streak that he’d had going earlier still. But he gave you nothing as he unlocked the doors to his pickup.

With a roll of your eyes, you followed suit and got into your own car as well. If he wanted to keep stewing on all of this until you both got back to your place, you’d let him. You didn’t bother waiting for him as you peeled out of the parking lot and made your way home. It wasn’t as though he would be lagging that far behind you.

You’d just stepped into the shower at your apartment when you heard the heavy sound of his boots on the floor. You heard them pause outside the bathroom door, and for a moment you found yourself holding your breath and waiting to see if he was going to come in with you. The hesitation had you thinking that he was thinking about doing just that. But then the footsteps continued. The breath you’d been holding came out as a disappointed sigh.

When you were done with your shower, you weren’t expecting to walk into your bedroom to find Rick sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed in his work save for his boots that were set just off to the side of him, but there he was. His hands were wrapped around the edge of the mattress, head tilted down as he stared at the floor.

“Shower’s yours if you want it,” you said, letting it announce your presence in the process.

That got him to look up at you. His expression wasn’t giving much of anything away, but as his eyes raked up and down your body you caught the way that his jaw clenched. His fingers gripped onto the blanket that covered your mattress just a little tighter as he took in the sight of the stray droplets of water still clinging to your shoulders and neck. Your skin warmed at the realization.

Seeing that he made no move to get up, you walked over to him. You stood between his legs, the rough fabric of his cargo pants a stark contrast to the softness of you skin, legs left exposed by the towel wrapped around you that barely reached the tops of your thighs. He swallowed hard, eyes crawling their way up your body to your face. Now he was in the position of having to look up at you, a position he didn’t find himself in very often. Even though his eyes gave him away, he tried to keep his unbothered façade in place.

“Still not talking to me, then? Came over just to give me the silent treatment in my own home?”

He remained silent, and you were wondering if it was because he was stringing together what it was that he wanted to say, or if he just couldn’t get the words out. Either way, you were painfully curious as to what was going to happen next.

“C’mon,” there was a playful lilt to your tone as you went to cup his face with your hand, “don’t—”

You stopped yourself short when he reached up and grabbed tightly onto your wrist. It didn’t hurt. He’d never hurt you. But his grip was tight enough to prove a point. Your jaw snapped shut as he held onto you, preventing and continuing to keep you from being able to touch his face.

“He doesn’t get to touch you like that,” he finally said, each word spoken low and deep.

His voice, his words, the look on his face, it all sent a wave of chills over your body. The same feeling you had outside the transport earlier, that feeling of being rooted to the ground beneath you, came right back. You couldn’t even bring yourself to reach out and touch him with your other hand.

Your voice came out quieter than you planned. “It wasn’t…” You trailed off as he lowered your hand that he was holding, his grip loosening off your wrist as he started to slide his hand up the bare skin of your arm until it was on your shoulder.

His fingers curled over the curve of your shoulder. “No one gets to touch you like that.”

You took a breath, determined to get a full sentence out this time. “I guess I didn’t think it would bother you so much.”

Whatever snarky, angry response you had been gearing up for, he didn’t deliver. Instead, he pulled you closer, your small step turning into a stumble as your hands landed on his shoulders to brace yourself. His hands instantly went to your waist, fingers digging into the plush fabric of the towel that was wrapped around you. He didn’t break his gaze the entire time.

His tone was even, almost dangerously so. “It did.”

The stubborn part of you was drawing in a breath to tell him that you weren’t sorry, that you weren’t going to apologize, that maybe if he’d just taken the time to talk to you about how he felt or what all of this was maybe the two of you wouldn’t be in this situation. But before you could even get yourself to utter the first syllable, he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly turned the both of you so that you landed on your back on the bed with a surprised yelp.

It took him no time at all to move you both so that you were in the center of the bed. One hand firmly cupped your jaw as he pinned his lips to yours in a heated kiss, a kiss that had you all but melting into the comforter of your bed. Your palms flattened against the planes of muscle across his chest for the briefest moment before you balled the fabric of his shirt into your fists. You pulled him closer to you, as tight as you could manage as you laid beneath him.

He gave into it for a moment as his tongue slipped past your lips into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, his tongue on yours, the way the tips of his fingers were starting to press harder into your jaw. You were about to loop your legs around his waist, lock yourself to him, when he pulled away from you.

You were gasping for breath, fingers still gripping his shirt as he pulled back. Bringing his hand away from your jaw, he brought both hands to the top edge of the towel you were wearing. His fingers wrapped around the hem of it, he finally pried his gaze away from your face. He peeled the towel open, letting both sides of it fall away from you, leaving you completely exposed. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he drank in the sight of you lying beneath him.

The rise of his chest as he pulled in a deep breath was impossible to miss. Your hands moved from his chest up to the sides of his neck, fingers interlocking at the nape of it as you pulled him back down into another kiss. He gave in without a fight, leaning his body weight onto you as he kissed you, hands racing down your sides, of your hips and onto your thighs.

His lips strayed from yours, dragging along to your jaw and down to your neck, leaving small, quick nips along the way. He moved down to your chest, lips and tongue teasing as they traveled over your breasts, pulling one taut nipple into his mouth and sucking on it in a way that had you whimpering and squirming in pleasure beneath him before he moved and repeated the process with the other.

“Rick,” his name fell from your lips, needy and breathless as you tangled your fingers into his hair. It was the only thing you could get yourself to say as he sucked a mark into the plush skin of your breast.

He kissed his way down your stomach, peppering a trail of kisses across your hips before moving down to your thighs. His teeth grazed along the soft, sensitive skin on the insides of your legs, the sensation making you drape your legs over his shoulders out of pure instinct.

His lips grazed over your folds, enough to feel how wet you were, not enough to give you any relief because of it. You tried to lift your hips and he immediately slid his arms and placed his hands so that they were pinning your hips to the bed once more. You whined, hands tugging at his hair.

Then you felt his tongue running up your slit, teasing you in a way that had you shuddering beneath him. You tried to pull him closer with no success, resigning yourself to his whim now. He might not have been able to say or do anything before, but he was the one in control now.

He kissed your core, tongue darting out until he switched and wrapped his lips around your clit. You moaned as his tongue ran over the nerves, causing your thighs to clamp around either side of his head.

“Fuck, Rick,” you moaned, grip on his hair loosening just enough to lightly drag your fingernails along his scalp. “Don’t stop.”

You felt one of his hands move from your hip and for a moment you were worried that he was going to stop just because you had asked him not to. You lifted your head up off the mattress, looking down at the sight of him nestled between your thighs. The way he looked had the breath getting caught in the back of your throat. Then he opened his eyes, looking up at you with his mouth still pressed to your core. You opened your mouth to try and say something when you felt two of his fingers pressing lightly against your slit. He covered them with your slick before pushing them into you, not breaking his eye contact with you as he did. The moan you let out had him tightening his grip on your hip, sucking harder on your clit as you writhed beneath his touch.

When he felt the way your thighs began to tremble, starting to clench tighter around him, he picked up the pace even more. Even though it was muffled, he could still hear the string of curses you let out the closer you got to your climax, the desperate way you said his name as you begged him to make you cum.

Seconds later your walls tightened around his fingers, your hips bucking up off the bed as you came. He worked you through it, his fingers and lips coated in your release as he refused to let up. He kept going even when your hands were pushing his shoulders, whining from the overstimulation. Your legs trembled as they hung limply over his shoulders, unable to muster up the strength to pull him closer or push him away.

You let out a trembling breath when he pulled his fingers out of you. He pressed one more kiss to the inside of your thigh before crawling his way back up your body. Without a beat of hesitation he caught your lips with his, tongue instantly running over yours allowing you to taste yourself off of him.

The friction of the rough fabric of his pants against your sensitive, naked core had you whining into his mouth as he kissed you. Still, instead of pushing him away, you started to undo his belt buckle. The second he pressed his body flush to yours again you’d felt how hard he was. Now you just wanted him inside you.

Undoing the button and zipper on his pants, wasted no time pushing both his pants and his underwear down off his hips in one motion. Rick barely took the time to kick them the rest of the way off before pushing into you.

The low moan of pleasure that he let out turned into your name as he bottomed out inside you. He pressed a harsh, needy kiss to your lips before letting his head drop into the crook of your neck. He gave you a couple long, slow thrusts to adjust before picking up the pace in a way that communicated all of his desperation for you. Your nails sank into his shoulders as he pounded into you, just looking for something to keep you tethered as you started to see stars behind your eyes all over again.

He nipped at your neck and shoulder as he pulled your legs so that they were looped tighter around him. He buried himself inside you, coaxing you along when you whimpered out that you were going to cum again. He pressed a kiss right below your ear, the praise he was whispering to you, calling you his, was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. He fucked you through your orgasm, his thrusts beginning to falter as he felt your walls clenching around him. A few more sharp snaps of his hips had him spilling inside you.

He collapsed against you, fighting to catch his breath as his hear rested against your chest. He could hear the fast beat of your heart against his ear, and you could feel the quick breaths he was taking as he looped his arms around you. His touch was soft, gentle in a way it hadn’t been just moments before.

You rested one hand on the back of his head, the other between his shoulder blades. You idly toyed with strands of his hair as you let your eyes close. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, instead choosing to revel in the silence and the closeness that came with it. It also gave you each a little while longer to catch your breath.

Eyes still closed, you spoke up, your voice soft but light. “So, you wanna talk about it?” you asked with a quiet laugh.

He was still laying on your chest. You didn’t know for sure but you were willing to bet that his eyes were closed too. “About what?” he replied in a half-mumble.

You dragged your fingers up and down his spine, pressing through his shirt. “Oh, so we’re just going to pretend you haven’t been angry and jealous all day? Gonna pretend that’s not where this came from?” You kept your tone upbeat enough so that it wouldn’t descend into an argument. That wasn’t what you were looking for.

It worked, too, because it got him to let out a laugh. “Wasn’t all day.”

You shook your head, would’ve rolled your eyes if they were open. “You’re such a pain.”

“And you’re not?” he joked right back. He lifted his head to look at you, which got you to open your eyes. “You gonna try and sit there and pretend you weren’t doing that shit to get under my skin?”

You smirked, giving a half-hearted shrug. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

“Why wouldn’t—”

“Oh, c’mon, Rick. We’ve been doing this song and dance for how long now? And we…you never…” You reached up to drag your hands down your face. “We’ve never talked about it. I figured that was your nice way of saying…you know.”

He frowned at that. “Oh.”

You laughed, letting your head drop back to the mattress again. “Good talk.”

He chuckled, pulling away from you just enough so that he could shift and lay beside you. It was easier to look at you that way as he propped his elbow and rested his head in the palm of his hand. “I never said anythin’ because I figured you knew.”

You rolled onto your side to face him. “Knew what?”

His other hand tenderly grazed along your cheek, the callouses on his fingers not feeling harsh in the slightest. “How I feel about you.”

You leaned into his touch. “I’m not a mind reader, you know,” you said with a small laugh. “And, you know,” you placed your hand over his, “you’re not exactly the most open book.”

He cracked a small grin. “No?”

You laughed. “No.”

He was still smiling as he dragged the pad of his thumb along your cheek. “Well, now you know.”

You nodded. “Now I know.”

He pulled you in close to him, tucking your head beneath his chin. You settled into him with ease, the way you had so many times before. He held you tight enough so that you could feel his heartbeat thudding against the side of your face.

He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head before saying, “Harkness ever puts a hand on you again though, I’m chopping the fuckin’ thing off.”

You laughed, patting his chest in a joking, reassuring manner. “Sure you are.”

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midnight-black2 · 7 months ago

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Hiiii! I'd like to request Prompt 11 for Jann 🫣. Idk something probably after winning Le Mans; being all famous and stuff. Meeting reader on a neutral place like a snack bar or smthn. LMAO. Jann absolutely falling head over heels because reader is cute and nice and doesn't know him 😭😭😭😭

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : genuinely just what the req says

disclaimers : honestly none, just some nice fluff which is not common for this blog lol

note : sorry this oneshot got delayed so much ! also i did not see that you put *snack* bar, and wrote it for an actual real alcohol bar instead, im so sorry lol. anyways, hope you like it regardless !

there was only one place jann could go to get away from everything. away from all the noise, people, and fans. don't get me wrong, he loved everyone who looked up to and supported him. however, there was a point where it all became too much.

the bar. the little one not too far from where he lived. the little hole-in-the-wall, quiet bar. there weren't many people that went there, and most of them were typically too drunk to even notice jann. either that, or they simply just didn't know who he was, which was refreshing. he didn't even go to drink, it was just that most of the time he needed a way out.

so that's where he found himself, walking through the door of the beloved bar. the owner greeted him. jann had been there so many times, that all of the staff knew who he was. jann waved, before taking a seat on a stool near the counter.

"hey, jann," noah, the bartender spoke.

"hi noah," jann said back. "slow night?"

"yep. its a good thing for me, though," noah replied. the two shared a small laugh. there was a moment of pure silence apart from the soft music playing in the background, before jann spotted in his peripheral a woman--you-- sitting and enjoying a drink. you were pretty, and it was odd to jann that you were sitting alone.

you glanced over, and met eyes with him. he almost immediately looked away, not wanting to seem weird, and also not wanting to draw attention to himself. you smiled softly. he seemed around your age, and he was cute. small tamed curls, caramel skin, dark brown doe eyes.

"hi there," you greeted, eyes scanning his body. he was tall, too. really the full package. his eyes darted back over to you, widening slightly at the fact that you had actually spoken to him.

"oh h-hi," he stuttered, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. he wasn't, a beautiful woman was sitting right next to him and did just say hi.

"here all alone?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly. he cleared his throat, in a fruitless attempt gather himself, and some confidence.

"uh, yeah. how about you?"

"yeah, same. i come here for the quiet, and a good drink," you said with a soft smile. "would you like some company?" he grinned slightly, and nodded.

"yeah that would be...that would be really nice actually," he replied, looking down at his hands. you moved to the seat beside him, before taking a sip of your drink.

"so, what's your name?" you asked. he was a bit surprised, not entirely, though. you didn't seem drunk, so he hadn't expected you to disregard him. however, it seems most people at this bar were immune to the news or something because he could finally be a normal civilian here, without anyone knowing who he was.

"jann. yours?"

"Y/N," you responded, reaching out a hand for him to shake, and he happily did so.

"so, what brings you here, since you seemingly don't want to drink," you ask, taking another sip of your drink.

"oh uhm, i come here because it isn't so busy, or loud. i come to get away for a bit, you know?" he explains. you nod.

"i do know. i love this place. it's like the only spot where i can breathe," you said back, smiling. jann noticed you had nearly finished your glass.

"would you let me buy you another?" he queried, nervously.

"another drink? no no no, i couldn't possibly. this was expensive, i'd feel so bad."

"it's not a problem, really." and before you could protest again, he had already ordered another from the bartender.

"you're sweet, jann," you started, and he softly smiled at the compliment. "i like you."

"t-thanks. i...i like you too," he said back, fingers fidgeting a bit.

"so, what do you do?" you asked. he grew even more anxious that you'd find out who he was, and it would ruin this all.

"well uhm, i'm a race car driver..."

"what? like, actually? like you're not screwing with me?" you asked, unbelieving. he chuckled, and shook his head no.

"nope, not screwing with you, i really am, promise. sounds weird, right?"

"no, not at all. i totally meet race car drivers all the time at random bars. it's my typical friday evening." he laughed.

"well, what do you do?" he asked. you explained your job, with this sort of passion. he could tell you did what you loved, which made him fall even more for you. you had this glint in your eyes, and this huge smile on your face. he had never seen someone so beautiful.

"w-wow," he said, after you had finished speaking. you tittered.

"yeah, it's not quite race car driving, but it's what i love."

"no that's amazing. it really is," he replied.

"you're too flattering."

"well i...i think you deserve it," he said, and your smile widened. you gazed at jann, admiring him. he was so kind, and he had even gone out of his way to spend money on you. he was adorable, at the very least.

"thank you," you finally said, keeping your eyes on him. he swallowed.

"you're welcome." time had passed as you two were simply chatting about anything and everything. it was nearly eleven pm before you had decided to call it quits. jann was partially disappointed, but he didn't want to hold you captive or anything. he noticed you pull a pen from your purse, and write something on a napkin.

"call me sometime," you had said, before exiting the bar. on the napkin was written your number, with a heart next to it. he felt his heart flutter with excitement.

turns out the quiet little bar down the street had another pro, too; a kind, pretty lady named Y/N that spends some time there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#archie madekwe #soft dom reader #jann mardenborough #archie mademay #gran turismo #jann x reader #jann mardenborough x reader #fluff #gt fluff

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cyborg-franky · 1 year ago

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I am kind of dead guys, sorry. But I can finally post these works I've had tied up in a project! @op-xreader-zine

Thatch x M Reader [reader is called 'handsome'] SFW Modern AU WC: 1.500

Thatch nodded to the barmaid as she poured him another drink, sliding it across the bar to him. He gave his thanks along with a bright smile and a wink and the woman rolled her eyes but the smile didn’t leave her face. Thatch was a regular here and they were all used to his charm and flirty ways.

Leaning against the bar, he glanced around the crowd, the darkness of the dance floor, neon lights decorating the walls. Every table was cast into bright colors as the lights chased each other across the floor, towards the stage, and back again. He always came here Friday night, and he loved watching the live band performances, regardless of if the music was to his personal taste or not.

He just loved the vibrancy of this bar, people having a good time, and letting go after a hard day. Thatch adjusted, taking a swig of his drink, seeing the door open and only just seeing it in the corner of his eye. He didn’t normally pay any mind to new people who swung open the doors but tonight was different.

Tonight Thatch saw him.

Love at first sight seemed like a stupid concept for someone his age but there was definitely interest at first sight. Thatch watched the stranger walk to the bar, leaning on the bright white glowing surface as he waited for the barmaid.

His eyes trailed over the man in front of him, taking in every feature and how he was dressed. Thatch brushed back a loose strand of hair, adjusted the leather jacket on his shoulders, and sauntered over to him.

“Here for the band?” Thatch asked, striking up a conversation, wearing his award-winning smile, and putting on the charm.

“Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a while,” you said with a nod, watching Thatch’s expression and admiring the man's face: the crow's feet and laugh lines, the large pompadour, and his nicely put-together outfit.

“Good choice, I like a man with taste!” Thatch beamed and waved over the barmaid. “What are you havin’?”

You didn’t normally let people try and pick you up in a bar, but he seemed different. The warm bubbly energy exuding from him, the smile on his face, he had a nice vibe about him. And well, he was pretty handsome.

“Surprise me,” you said, smiling, watching as he quirked an eyebrow, his smile just growing before the barmaid headed towards them.

“I like someone who's up for trying new things!” Thatch chuckled and grabbed the cocktail menu that was on the bar, setting it down flat and glancing over the assortment of bright and wild concoctions, seeing if he could read the sort of person you were. You watched with interest as he paused at a few, seeing his finger dance over the options on the laminated menu.

“Can I get two of this one please?” The handsome man ordered two of the bright red cocktails. The barmaid nodded and went to work creating the drinks.

“I’m Thatch by the way, nice to meet you.” You glanced down at the hand offered to you, grinning as you shook it. His hand was bigger than yours, the handshake firm, like the feel of a good friend you haven't seen in ages.

You gave your name and couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when he pulled his hand back just in time for the barmaid to set down the drinks. “Well then, cheers to a great night of good music and new friends?” He quirked a brow as he held his drink up.

“Cheers!” You clinked your glass against his before bringing it to your lips, sipping the drink and then nodding, making a happy noise. “This is good, it’s like you know me already,” you said and plucked out the cherry that was bobbing on the surface, munching it with another pleased nod, enjoying the sweetness it brought.

“Well, I still plan on getting to know you even more throughout the night, that is, if you want to?” Thatch was trying to act nonchalant but you could tell he was hoping for some company tonight, and honestly? He was nice, handsome, and your type.

“Sounds good!”

–

The night was going great. Before the band started up you and Thatch enjoyed a few drinks, talking about your lives. You found out he shared an apartment with a friend, that he owned his own restaurant, what he was into and you shared your life with him. He was hanging on to your every word, asking plenty of questions.

It had been too long since you had this sort of banter with someone and you were enjoying your time with Thatch immensely. You bought this round, rum and cokes, as you heard the singer of the band announce they were about to start.

“Let's go then handsome.” Thatch smiled and offered you his arm, which happily you took. Both of you headed to the stage. He was so tall and stocky he didn’t have to try very hard to get near the front.

The performance was amazing. You felt the loud music rumble in your body, the vibrations running along the floor and up your legs. You sang along with every song and even though Thach didn’t know the words he would still smile at you, seeing how into the show you were. He’d sway with you when the softer songs played and made sure no one bumped into you.

It was nice—more than nice, it was amazing. The band soon finished up their set and you both sat down at a table, another drink in your hands; this time it was a green cocktail with a slice of lime bobbing in it.

“What did you think of the band?” you asked, wanting to know what he thought, interested in his opinion, interested in him.

“Not my normal kind of music but I could see myself listening to them once in a while, yeah. What about you? Didn’t disappoint I hope?” Thatch asked as he leaned forward on folded arms.

“Nothing about tonight has been a disappointment.” You smiled at him, sipping your drink.

You spent ages with him, chatting, joking and just basking in one another's company. You liked Thatch, liked him a lot actually. And as much as you didn’t want the night to end, the bell ringing to signal closing time would have to be when you parted ways.

“Oh shit, the last bus was hours ago,” you groaned as you glanced at the time on your phone. Thatch sighed and played with his beard, running his fingers through it, trying to think what to do.

“This isn’t me trying to be creepy, but where do you live?”

“Oh like, thirty minutes from here?” You didn’t fancy the walk home this late; even with the street brightly lit, you felt anxiety spike before you heard him laugh.

“Yeah, me too! Would you like me to walk you home?”

“I— would you mind?” you asked and he shrugged.

“Not at all. Plus I get to spend more time with a handsome guy, why would I mind?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the cocktails that warmed your cheeks or the words he’d said, either way, you could feel the heat rising. You nodded and followed Thatch out of the bar, the cool summer air hitting your flushed face and making you shiver, rubbing your arms as goosebumps pricked over your skin.

“Want my jacket?” he asked, already shrugging it off before you could decline. As Thatch helped you into it, you couldn’t help but feel safe and warm in the oversized jacket, smelling his cologne. He was a find, wasn’t he?

Once again, he offered you his arm and you took it without hesitation. The sky was dark, dotted with a few bright stars, the ones determined to shine their brightest even with the city streets below lined with lights. You liked Thatch, you liked how deep and pleasing his voice was. The silly comments and jokes that had your face hurting from how much they made you grin.

Trees lined the sidewalk, covered in string lights, bringing a certain magically romantic feeling to the walk with him. You felt like a teenager with how your heart raced and you kept stealing glances at him.

“So this is your street, sir?” Thatch asked and let you move away.

“Yeah, it is.” You couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that the night was ending.

“So, maybe we’ll see each other another time?” he asked, rubbing the back of his head, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I guess so...”

Then something came over you, something you didn’t normally do but Thatch was different “Unless you want to come in for a coffee? And I mean actual coffee and not you know,” you added, cheeks flushed before he chuckled and put his arm around your shoulder.

“Sounds good.”

A chance meeting had ended up the start of amazing possibilities and you thanked the stars in the sky you’d decided to go out that evening.

Thatch felt like every wish on a shooting star to find someone perfect had come true.

#thatch #thatch one piece #op thatch #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x yourname #op x reader #one piece reader insert #op x you #thatch x you #thatch x reader #sfw #male reader #though reads more gn #one piece #one piece imagine

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nkn0va · 6 months ago

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Hello Chef anon here. I had an idea about Celica introducing her S/O to her friends and family because I feel like S/O would lose their mind. Like "Here they are!": The most wanted terrorist in the world Immortal eldritch horror samurai My sister, the strongest mage in the world Her husband, a samurai cat And their daughter, a nuke stockpiling drug addict

I am befuddled that of all the Blazblue waifus that had to be requested last it was Celica. Holy shit.

Also I've been told that apparently people are blocking me because they don't wanna see x reader shit in the general blazblue tag. I think I've already reached everyone here on Tumblr by this point who knows Blazblue considering how small the community is so I can stop tagging blazblue on it all. If you wanna find my stuff without searching for me, use the blazblue x reader tag.

-Celica likely brings up the idea first to meet her family and friends. You hadn't really met them for yourself though she has mentioned them here and there. Anyone would be nervous to meet their partner's family but you figured it'd be best to do it sooner than later.

-Regardless of that, she reassures you with a smile that it'll be completely fine, you'll love them. Even though Minerva's body language seems to be telling you a different story, you still wanna have at least some faith in your girlfriend so you go along with it.

-The first person you meet is supposedly her niece once she leads you to the NOL branch nearby. A half-beastkin with a serious attitude/sweets addiction, albeit clearly a very intelligent one. She's probably a lot older than she looks, and you shiver at the idea of her becoming your niece despite the fact she could very well be old enough to be your great-grandma. She doesn't really give a shit about Celica's love life, though she does pity you for dating someone whose existence is on a rather short clock without knowing it. She doesn't really tell you that though, she'll leave it up to Celica to break the news when the time comes, Kokonoe has more important things to be doing.

-Next up is...

-IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER!?!?

-...Yup, it is. That wanted poster is complete ass, but the hair and jacket match up, at least. The Grim Reaper, or...Ragna, is actually a surprisingly chill guy, clear temper problems notwithstanding. He didn't try to slice you in half immediately which was nice, though he made it pretty clear what he'd do if you ever hurt Celica.

-Oh shit, is that one of the Six Heroes?

-Oh shit, is that another one of the Six Heroes!?

-Yes, on both accounts. You're really starting to feel the pressure, especially from Hakumen. He does still care about Celica beneath the cold, hard exterior, literally and metaphorically. Jubei's at least much more amiable, happy for Celica to have that special someone like he did. Honestly he's the only one other than Celica herself that's trying to alleviate the pressure you're feeling, which you very much appreciate.

-He trusts Celica's better judgment and is sure you're a good fit for her, especially if you managed to win Minerva's trust as well. More than anything though he's glad to have someone else to keep her from getting lost all the damn time, much to her chagrin when he brings it up.

-More importantly though that leaves just her sister you haven't met, though Celica says you'll get the chance to when you and a bunch of other people visit her workshop, seemingly on a mission to destroy something.

-Oh shit, is that another one of the Six Heroes!?

-Yes, and she is not happy with the fact that Celica has found an S/O, god forbid if you're a guy. She would immediately go for the kill on you if it weren't for Ragna intervening and fighting her first.

-When Nine has no choice but sacrifice herself to give everyone else time to stop Izanami, she gives you one last request in particular. She hates the idea of having to trust her dear sister in the hands of a romantic partner she doesn't even know, but she's otherwise out of options.

-You recognize that deep down she was only zeroing in on you because she loved Celica, which was only reinforced by the way Celica worried so much for her when Ragna ran her through and was then attacked by Izanami. She didn't really make the best first impression on you, but you respected her for her achievements and the dedication she had toward her family. Maybe under better circumstances you would've gotten off on the right foot more.

#blazblue x reader #celica a mercury #headcanon #x reader

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roxalicious · 7 months ago

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Do you have any more yuri recs?

sure, here's a few

love thy neighbor: about 24 year old uni student pah doyeon and her 40 year old housewife neighbor jin joo. jin joo's husband left her alone as he works to pay off his debts, and it has Not been a fun few months for her, as the loan sharks after him have been terrorizing her daily. luckily, pah doyeon is there to lend a hand and shelter!

probably my biggest recommendation as of right now, so long as you don't mind the very much not healthy nature of the whole situation. this baby's got everything in it: blasphemy, cheating, milf-hunting, obsession, self-discovery through lust, and so on. pah doyeon is great. there's a lot wrong with her. she said this shit unprompted in the latest chapter

a love yet to bloom: a sweet story about takamine, who has yet to find anything in life she enjoys, and sakura, a book-loving girl she happens to meet on the train after school. it's very cute and has a nice, chill atmosphere. i always look forward to the next update

otome no teikoku: ok so. heres the thing. if you decide to pick this up the first, idk, dozen chapters will be Bad. there's a lot of male-gazey uncomfortable stuff at the beginning, and while it doesnt take too long for it to stop feeling so offputting and start being surprisingly wholesome and earnest instead, it never stops being horny, so read it if youre in the mood for that.

as for what it's actually about... well there's this all girls school, right? and it has girls in it. and they are all gay and dating each other. its basically just a collection of short chapters about different couples within this school, and it has some of my favorite dynamics and moments in yuri. i reread it very often (and there's almost 300 chapters of this thing out, so that's a feat) and it never stops being enjoyable. stan nononon/yumimi

a monster wants to eat me: about hinako, who lost her whole family to the sea in a tragic accident and now yearns to join them in the afterlife, and shiori, a mermaid claiming she's here to eat her. the problem is, hinako being actively suicidal and depressed means her flesh won't exactly be very tasty, and shiori is a bit of a gourmet, meaning her goal is to first help her recover and regain her joie de vivre, and only then will she eat her. i highly recommend this

out of the blue!: transfer honor student x delinquent yuri. it's very short so i dont wanna yap about it too much, but it's a big big personal fave. it's only 4 chapters so check it out

sougou tovarisch: honestly anything by arata iri never fails to get at least one laugh out of me, but this one especially. if you know a kiss and a white lily by canno (and if you don't, go check it out), the premise to this one is a bit similar to the dynamic between ayaka and yurine, with hardworking MC obsessed with being number one and chill love interest who beats her without even meaning to.

the focus here is less on romance and more on comedy, and i love it. kanna is amazing. she wins a chess match by punching her opponent so hard she passes out. its only 13 chapters + assorted extras, very fun easy read

now some stuff that doesnt really have yuri as focus but ive really enjoyed regardless and want to shout out and this is my blog so whatever

liar satsuki can see death: satsuki can see dead people. specifically, she can see the future corpses of people up to 24 hours before they actually die. she always zealously warns the future victims of the imminent danger, and she has been branded a weirdo and a liar for it as no one has ever actually died before. in truth, she is actually literally incapable of lying, and the only reason everyone survived so far is that she will go to frankly insane lengths to save them. she's a great protagonist and her autistic swag has captivated me and many others

mieruko-chan: miko can see... Things. that no one else can. but she has to pretend she cant, especially to the Things themselves. she doesnt know exactly what will happen if they realize she can see them, but she's certainly not about to find out.

this started as a twitter short that quickly gained popularity, so the premise of many early chapters is basically "miko sees something terrifying and has to ignore it, hilarity ensues", but the initially one-off characters introduced over time are eventually explored and given quite a lot of spotlight and im having a lot of fun with it. stan michiru

there's always more but here's what ive got so far- wait. read shuukura. ive talked about it before it's in my pinned please read shuukura i love those weirdos to an insane degree

#Anonymous #yuri recs #kinda wanna post some otome no teikoku pages later #its really good guys i swear

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faiell · 9 months ago

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hello, nice to meet you!

i'm back at the top after rambeling about how i got into drarry, and so here is the fic rec: "genesis (you don't know what it means to win)" by crossourbridges on ao3. you don't have to read the rest if you don't want to.

i also got into drarry 20 years late, but let me tell you another secret: i've never read a page of a harry potter book in my life.

all my knowledge about it is from a friend that i like to listen to her obseasions and pick the ones i wanna get into (while i still enjoy hearing about the ones i don't). one time though she sat me down and we watched the movies, like 1-5 and i got bored at some point so we left it, but one thing that stayed with me was the character of draco.

i saw a sad, hhhhorney loser who just craves attention from EVERYONE, every gender, every house, the poor dude just needs to get layed, but without knowing the canon i'm pretty sure he never will.

that was a couple of years ago, and recently i suddenly remembered him bc i noticed i enjoy ships that are "a harmless prick loser and the misfourtunate everyman that the prick fell in love with, who is actually just insane enough himself to slowly but surly love the prick back".

and so i was like "i'm sure draco and harry are a ship. i wonder what their fanfics are like" and now for weeks i've been in this rabbithole of PROFOUND SHIT THAT MADE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE FOR A HOT SECOND, so yea. this is the reason i'm reccomending you this one. it's one of those stories that are the perfect length and much too short at the same time.

i hope you enjoy :)

first off, thank you so much for the fic rec! i will definitely check it out.

the journey of you becoming a drarry fan is a hilarious read, i'm so happy you shared it with me! hats off to you for being that friend who enjoys hearing about others' obsessions. we need more like you in the world. it's amazing that you absorbed just enough from her all those years ago to have the instinct to say AHA!! i bet people love making these two losers kiss! and u were right.

my turn! let me ramble (for even longer than you did) abt how i happened to the same drarry pit of "profound shit that made me believe in love for a hot second" with you. so on the contrary, i've always been a big HP fan, in the sense that i grew up with the book series and watched the movies. the books are why i became a big reader when i was a kid. i've always been a shipper, i always knew drarry existed, and many of my close friends were obsessed with it throughout the years--like losing weight because they were reading so much fic in bed their muscles atrophied kind of obsessiveness. for some reason, i never engaged. i was like yeah, obviously there's good stuff there, but i'm just not going to dip in.

then one day a few months ago (oct 2023 to be exact), i was bored at work and saw a thread on my home page titled something along the lines of 'absolute favourite fic regardless of fandom'. i was curious and maybe just itching for something fun to read so i clicked in and a highly upvoted reply caught my eye. the user's fav fic was the HP rewrite Mirror of Ecidyrue series by starbrigid. i was honestly really bored, and a draco POV retelling sounded fun, so i dove straight in.

i loved it, and holy shit it was long. i think the entire fic is longer than the og books? but yeah basically i rly enjoyed it, and i read it fast, finishing in only a week or so. i think ever since the transphobia bs happened i distanced myself from everything related to the franchise--i used to reread the books every few years, and i had stopped doing that. reading that fic made me realize how much i missed the world and characters, and how i could have it all again without shame by reading fic! i mean, starbrigid had basically rewritten the entire series and added their own interesting lore and worldbuilding, and that was even better than going back to reread the books like i used to. i also really enjoyed draco pov… i knew i definitely wanted more of that.

and so i went into the ao3 drarry tag to find more content, because i'd heard years ago from my obsessed friends that there was a goldmine of good HP fic there, and i never resurfaced lol. i feel like once u go in u can't ever get out cause it's a good ship and the writers are so talented, and there's YEARS, decades of content to catch up on. i remember also thinking that i'd be satisfied just reading and eating it all up (whereas i'm usually pretty active in making fanart when i join a fandom), but um, a few weeks ago i was like kinda like hmm i wanna see what MY brand of drarry looks like. so now im here posting art of it!

they are thankfully super fun to draw. i'm just having fun here, but i do have a small goal - i wanna draw fic fanart to sort of… give back some joy and show gratitude towards my fav writers. other than that, i'm here to chill and look at pictures and words of them making out.

#ask #oops this was long #thank u so much for the rec and ur lovely story about how you came to love drarry!#anonymous

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khaleesiofalicante · 5 months ago

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debate girl here

my side is saying that "Responsible journalism does NOT exist in India"

I would love some help😭 (why is it not surprising you've done debates. you're so smart. every new thing I learnt about you and you become better and better)

I really really wanna win, but I'm kinda..aa clueless

once again, thank you for the help

First things first, if you’ve done a debate before, you’d get this: your points and exactly what you're gonna say depend on what the person before you in your team has said. You can't repeat points. For example, if they already talk about sensationalism, you can't. Don't be repetitive. It's very bad in debates because it makes it look like you don't have a proper argument and are just saying the same thing.

Your argument also depends on the person who goes before you from the other team. You don't know what they’re going to say, so you can't always be prepared for it. Let's say your point is on political bias and they say political bias doesn't exist, then that's easy. You can have a nice flow because you're arguing against them. But if they make a completely different point, don't ignore it. You can say something like, "While the opposition raises a valid concern regarding XYZ, it's crucial to also consider ABC because..."

Re the other ask: About sensationalism, you can definitely focus on the sensationalism of gender-based violence (especially rape cases). Also, political bias is a specific topic, but there are other forms of bias too. Make sure to mention racial bias, caste bias, religious bias, etc. You can have biased reporting as one big point.

Regardless of whether you're talking about sensationalism or bias, ALWAYS refer to examples. For instance, you can talk about bias in reporting during the recent elections. Mention the paper, date of publication, and what the headline/content/video said. You're gonna have to do research for this! But this is very, very important. Try to pick examples everyone will know so they can relate to it.

An excellent way to start your debate (not yours, but your team's) is to establish what is meant by responsible journalism. Like, what is the definition? I'd recommend that you pick the definition from the National Press Council of India's code for journalists' conduct because then you are setting the standards (as defined by your country) and then you are going to argue how India is not meeting these standards. The above will be what the person who is opening the debate (first speaker) from your side should talk about.

The rest (other than the person who finishes) can pick out some of the standards mentioned in the journalist conduct code I shared (some important things I noticed were guidelines for religion/caste, gender reporting, HIV, election, reporting on children, use of images). You can pick the topics you want to talk about based on what is actually your preference and what you can find lots of examples on.

I'd personally go for gender-based violence reporting because, god knows, there are lots of issues there (victim blaming, violations of privacy, sensationalism) and it's also sadly easy to find examples for this. Some resources that talk about insensitive gender resources in India (but please do your own research based on your state/language too!!!!)

#GBVInMedia Social Media Campaign

Some research stats on this topic

Excellent study on this topic!

Also, a good note to finish your debate on (for the final speaker) is that responsible journalism is not only currently not there, but also will be difficult in the future because the concept of journalism itself is changing rapidly with social media and the emergence of citizen journalism – everyday people reporting news and not bothering with standards or ethics or sensitivity. It's hard to make this issue go away when there is no accountability (people aren't punished or there are no consequences for bad reporting), and therefore, until we have that, it's going to remain the same.

It's such a fun topic and I wish you all the best with it! Hope this helps x

#support

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Seventeen p12-14

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I sat in the office and the discussion began

"So what brings you in this morning Mr. Newton? I assume about Isaac given" she says looking at me

"Yes, it is. You see his many injuries"

"I do, has he had an accident at home?"

"No, as a matter of fact, these were caused here. By one of your students yesterday."

"AHH yes the janitors did leave me an email so I have been partially briefed on the situation"

"I'd like to know why there was no intervention firstly"

"Well we don't often step into altercations between students unless absolutely necessary We find it helps their social skills and of course, this was after final bell and clubs so really hours is not our jurisdiction"

"Regardless it was on school property if your janitors knew enough to tell you why didn't they intervene?"

"Well, it could have risked injury"

"Injury? My son has a black eye and a thousand other cuts after being slapped and kicked into the wall. I'm sure insurance can cover whatever damage that seventeen-year-old could have done to your janitor"

"Yes but I meant Injury to him"

"Him? The other boy involved!"

"Yes you see the other half of this altercation was student Ben Smith and you see-"

"Let me guess. His parents are on the board?'

"They do add a lot of funds to the school, but it's mainly due to him being one of the stars of our track team a real example of the school and if he were to get hurt that could cause Issues in upcoming competitions"

"Okay, I see. So because the track team is the shining example of the school, all the kids are treated like gold stars are shinning out their asses and can do whatever they want. The rest of the kids namely my son who I will mention is captain of the scholastic decathlon team which has won more trophies, wins and subsequent funding in the last two years than in the last fifteen of your previous track team. These kids have to stiffen their lips and deal with the assholes who can run fast. I have that right?" He asks and she is completely stunned "I expect an apology from the boy, from his parents and from you by the end of class today or I call the police on that little thug. Have a nice day Miss Paige"

I was admitted pretty damn impressed.

Go, dad!

I followed him out and by now people were busy so I walked him out

"Have a good day okay"

"I'll try"

"Anything happens let me know"

"I will do Dad. Thanks for everything"

"No problem. Hey, what's this Ben Smith drive anyhow?"

"Blue Corsa why?"

"I'm gonna key his car on my way out" he smirked "Hey, talk to y/n today"

"I told you I can't -"

"Just give it a go, maybe the whole Florence Nightingale effect might kick in with that eye. But you actually grow some balls and talk to her today we'll get pizza for dinner"

"I'll try"

"Alright, see you at home"

I felt a lot safer but I still kept my head down just trying to get through the day without getting beat up again when the bell went for lunch I scampered too the haunted boy's bathroom so I could put some cream that my mum gave me on my eye "Owww... Owww... owww" I whined as every time I put pressure on my skin it hurt and honestly the cream kind of burnt Once I was done I headed out to the usual bench Alby was off elsewhere likely had a class president meeting or something so the table was a passed out zart, fry working on adding cheese to his cafeteria supplied fries and.. some dust I don't know what, Thomas who was sat clearly texting Teresa as he had a wide smile and his backpack over his crotch, And jack sat at the table in his jeans and blue button down.

Jack Hampton, was one of the younger kids, I think he is in my maths class I'm not sure, but he was well known as the tech kid, he is who the teachers call when the smart boards fuck up, he is the one you bring your glitching phone, and the one who offered a complimentary walkthrough service for any videogame issue you could bring him.

I sat down at the table and ran my hand through my hair

"You okay man?" Fry asks

"I mean... I can't completely see, it hurts to breathe and walk, I'll keep you updated on my system later if you want"

"I'm good, Ben really took it out of you" he laughs

"That's why I'm here," Jack says

"Right, Hi Jack" I smiled

"I am here to offer my services" He says grabbing a card from his jacket and handing it over, it was a literal business card with his name, number and email address

"Services?"

"I offer many different services for any price range, I can go from mild to intense cyberbullying, I can do hacking, docking, and if you have the cash I can do my full destroy life package he'll have his life destroyed, get cancelled and have to move away" He explained

"Uhhh I'm good thanks Jack"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm good no cyberbullying" I told him going to hand back the card

"Keep it, my services are always available," he says before heading off elsewhere

"I'm scared of that kid," Thomas says

"Yeah, I think we all should be" I nodded

I didn't have much lunch left so I went to my locket threw my lunch in grabbed the books I'd need for this afternoon, I heard a gentle tap on my locker door and I didn't even bother to look.

"I told you Tommy, I don't have tomorrow's test answers," I said

"Ohh that's okay" Her voice spoke up

I know that voice!

I looked through the small vents in my locker door and saw her sweet face immediately I fixed my hair and shut my locker door

"Y/n! Hi"

"Hi" she smiled as she stood in her sneakers, little cheerleader's uniform her books close to her chest

"You... uhhh you wanna talk to me?"

"Of course" she smiled "I...I wanted to apologize"

"Apologize?"

"I felt awful when I heard what happened last night, It broke my heart that you got hurt because of me," She says looking into my eye, her face making it clear she is upset "Are you're eye okay?" she asks trying to reach my eye but I moved back

"It's okay it stings a little is all,"

"I've spoken to Ben he was such an ass for what he did. I promise it won't happen again"

"Thank you, I didn't think -"

"I hate to think I caused you so much trouble over a slushie" she says getting something from her pocket and offering me some money enough to cover the slushie

"No, please don't worry about it. It's not your fault Ben was just being a dick it's okay really" I told her folding her hand back in around the money and pushing it close to her

"Still I feel terrible about it. Here, I made you something to say sorry for everything that happened, and to make you feel better" she says getting a little black box from her bag

"For- for me?"

"Umm humm" she nods

"Y-you're sure?"

"Of course"

"This- this isn't some prank from the cheer squad?"

"No, they don't know. I was worried they'd stop me" she says "Here take it"

I happily took the little box "Thank you, so much y/n"

"You're welcome" she smiled "Are uhh are you coming to the track meet tonight?"

"Oh, No. I have a meeting with the scholastic team"

"Oh, that's okay I'll see you around then"

"Yeah, see you around. Thanks again"

"You're welcome"

"Good luck with the track Meet tonight"

"Thank you" she giggled "Good luck with the scholastic team" she smiled waving as she headed down the corridor

"Thanks" I waved until she disappeared

She spoke to me! I touched her hand! She gave me a present! She all but asked me on a date! She wished me luck on my team... I think I might faint.

Fuck! I locked my key in my locker...

Well, Guess I'm off to the office.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #newt maze runner #newt imagine #newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tmr newt imagines #newt smut #tmr newt au

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bustybounty · 7 months ago

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'Urgh, life's so unfair!" You had heard about this 'reincarnation' thing the other protagonists were all raving about and signed up. It seemed so exciting at first, all the possibilities for new worlds and new powers, and now your stuck here... That stupid bimbo angel assigned to your case dumped you on a world where fat somehow determined your power and status, and then gave you a hyper efficient metabolism so you'd always stay smol and svelte in a world of blobs... surely there must be some way to turn this to your advantage like a true protag.

(Feel free to change the central size concept thing, just woke and this sprung into this Anon's empty, sleepy head, the idea of a Protag getting isekai'd and being the opposite of stupid-OP as the new world considers it, and making it work regardless. Thought if anyone could do it justice, it'd be you)

First of all I want to say that's really nice! Thank you for the praise, I try my best!

Alright, so how would our poor protagonist put their hyper efficient metabolism to good use? You know the weird thing that isekais have where for some reason there are a lot of enslaved people, one of which tends to become the protag's first friend or something in a lot of isekais? At least that's what the internet told me, anyway, it's likely the skinnier people who wouldn't gain weight as easily, or were just smaller in general would have to feed the bigger, making them total feeders as their barely paid/unpaid profession, having to give whatever crazy food demands their master told them to.. AND I MEAN, SOME OF YALL WOULD PROBABLY NOT CARE IF YOU WERE IN THIS POSITION! But we're trying to make it work for the protagonist.

So...I'm in a bad situation. I need to pull something out of my butt or I'll never make it in this world! Wait...what about...slimes? You'd think they'd just be like any other delicacy in this world, but they're very much not, the slime is not easily digested, and the evil energy consuming most enemy slimes is too annoying to deal with for these pampered fatter blobs. Plus, why eat jello when you ARE more jello than a king slime and can eat giant monstrous dragons for lunch, as one of the most powerful blobs in the world? The slimes are an untapped market of goodness and as a true heroic soul that I am (cough), I'll easily take care of their evil spirits, and then my body might not get 'fat' per se, but it will get bigger because it's inflated by the sheer amount of not fully digested harmless slime bits all over me. Probably mostly my belly, maybe boobs and butt too, but mostly that. The unique body shape and size I'd get to if I did this for long enough might get me the capability to feast on huge meals - huge enough to at the very least make sure I don't lose ANY weight from my metabolism, and I'd be at a size where it'd be possible for me to demand food and not get a weird look. Eventually I might even put on some actual weight!

So yeah, summed up, take advantage of evil spirit possessed, non digestible slimes that the fattest and most powerful don't eat due to them being too annoying and not caloric enough, to bloat my body up enough to pass as an actual fat blob, and then start getting enough food to the point I don't have to fake being fat anymore (or as much). Sounds like something an isekai protagonist would do and somehow win, no?

I also bring forth an alternate solution. Magic is always a great option, of course... maybe the poor feeder spellcaster I meet who's stuck conjuring spells to cook food faster, or make more food for them out of thin air, would help me in return for me helping them, by making me 'magically fat'; I can't digest the magic, so... then it's the same thing as the last idea, feigning being true fat until I can eat enough to be REALLY fat.

Lastly: I don't think I'd have enough charisma to convince others that 'having a hyper metabolism is a reason to feed me more, I just naturally need more food to be big so I'm better?' But. There's a chance that I could do something very bold. If I can just manage to get in an area of this world that prides itself not as much on fatness but specifically on how much they can *eat*, I'd have a great time. I'd challenge them to an eating contest! And through the power of gluttony, I'd win, eating more than the blob despite my tiny size, and despite me not gaining much from all that food. I explain that my metabolism is too fast, so I need more food to sate it, and while it might not work before, now i have PROOF that it's true, so that definitely multiplies my charisma!

I hope at least one of those answers was hot and/or funny enough to make you chuckle. This was fun brainstorming!

#weight gain #brainstorming #weight gain isekai

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fanartandfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Hey, hi, hello!

I started a new fic about Sebastian, here’s a little sneak peek

Sebastian Sallow was always self-confident. Perhaps cocky would be a better way to describe him. But regardless, he didn’t get flustered, or nervous, or forget all the words in the English language.

Until now.

Standing across from him was the most strikingly beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Not only was she physically attractive, with fiery red hair and green eyes, but there was something attractive about the way she carried herself. She was someone that didn’t look, she was looked AT. She walked through the halls, seemingly unfazed by the trail of boys (and some girls) she left in her wake. She had pouty lips that seemed to just be begging to be kissed, and long dark lashes that fluttered seductively. She was tall, taller than most of the other girls, with long legs, and-

“Are you Sebastian Sallow?”

Was he? He wasn’t sure anymore. “What?”

“Are you Sebastian Sallow?” She asked again, more slowly as if he couldn’t understand her, with an unfamiliar accent.

“Yes?”

“Really? Because you don’t seem so sure.” She smirked.

“Um.” Way to go, Sebastian. Very articulate.

“Alright, well I was told to introduce myself to Sebastian Sallow. If you decide you are him, come find me.” She gave him a wink and sauntered off.

What was THAT?

He felt like he'd had the rug pulled out from beneath him. More like the whole floor, actually. His heart was still racing.

He looked up and she’d cornered Ominis. Poor Ominis, usually confident and aloof, was pushed up as far into the corner as he could be. He looked like he wasn’t even breathing as she spoke to him. He wondered if he’d looked like that.

It was kind of funny, being on the other side. Ominis couldn’t even see how attractive she was, but it was clear he was withering under her intense gaze. He felt like he should go rescue him, but it was also REALLY entertaining to watch. He wanted to get closer so he could hear.

“Tell me, are all Slytherins as handsome as you?” She practically purred, touching his arm lightly.

“I…er…um…”

“I’m only being a tease. Pleasure to meet you, Ominis.”

“And you are?”

“Irena Ivanov.”

“Nice to meet you, Irena.”

“You seem nervous, Ominis. Perhaps there’s something I could do to make you feel better?” She put a hand on Ominis’ shoulder and he looked like he wanted to either melt or run away. Alright, he’d end the torture.

“You seem to enjoy making people squirm. Makes sense you’re in Slytherin.” He gave her his winning smile, the one that made the girls giggle and blush.

Nothing.

“Hello again, did you decide who you were or do you need more time to think about it?”

Ominis saw his window and escaped. Sebastian envied him. He felt like an ant burning under a magnifying glass. “Sebastian Sallow.” He stuck out his hand.

“Irina Ivanov.” She shook his hand and he ignored the tingle it sent up his arm. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He grinned.

“I know.” She winked and walked away. Maybe “walked” isn’t the right word. She STRUTTED away.

#fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #sebast

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arrowverse-next-gen · 2 years ago

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Wes is (currently) winning my poll, so here’s so stuff about my boy.

He used to get brought home by the cops like all the time in high school. And I don’t just mean from like breaking curfew. He, Sage, and Miles had a habit of breaking into the school after hours, stealing school property, vandalism. Was a good 40% of it to impress his girlfriend, yes. Was the other 60% pretty much him acting out because by middle school everyone knew his bio dad was a mass murderer, who killed his mom, yeah...

But Wes was tryna find his place.

He and Sage dated off and on all through high school. Considering most people were either afraid of him or hated him, it was nice to have one person who seemed to like him no matter what the state of their relationship was. It sort of helped that they had a lot in common.

Her mom is a supervillain too, so they used their relationship to escape from that reality. It wasn’t healthy, but they were both kids.

Towards the end of senior year they’re relationship started to fizzle out. Wes didn’t want to admit it, but he had started to develop feelings for someone else. (But it would be a few years before he acted on that.) Plus by some miracle he managed to get accepted to CCU, and he was looking forward to going. His parents hook him up with Cisco’s foster son, Roman. They have a lot in common. Father’s who liked crime more than they liked taking care of their kids. They decide to get an apartment off campus.

So that July, right before he’s set to leave, he and Sage spend one last night together. They go to the drive in, but he doesn’t know what movie they see. He just remembers her in the back of his jeep, and he knows it’s the last time. But he also knows he doesn’t want to say it.

He goes to school, and for the first time in forever he’s not looked at as Adrian Chase’s son, or Oliver and Felicity’s Queen’s foster kid. He gets to fade into groups, he gets to make friends. Roman introduces him to a few of his CC friends. They’re a couple years younger, but they’re nice. A little more cheerful than Wes is used to, but he doesn’t mind too much.

He comes home for winter break and looks for Sage everywhere, even goes to a few old haunts they used to meet up with Miles at. But Miles hasn’t seen her since around September. Plus his friend has now fallen into a stride with the Grey Starlings, and while he would never turn on Miles, he knows his parents track all their kids. And he doesn’t need Oliver and Felicity to start worrying about him again.

He tries again over spring break, looks for her everywhere but he’s sure she’s moved out of Star City, leaving it and him in the past. So he decides it’s time to start doing the same.

He spends the summer with his family, his older brother is finally back in town and it seems like a good time to catch up. They avoid talking about they way they’re connected, they both get it. They’re nothing like their father. Apollo had stopped referring to Adrian as such years ago. He’s always seen Eo as more of a father anyway. But that summer was the first time Wes ever calls Felicity and Oliver mom and dad.

He’s back at school in the fall. It’s early September and Will and Apollo come down for the weekend with Owen and Emmett, something about bonding with their little brothers. Wes thinks neither of the pre-teens want to be there, but he’s happy to see his brothers regardless.

Roman went to go pick up the pizzas when there’s a knock at the door. Wes is sure his roommate forgot his wallet, and goes to answer it, nearly tripping over the piles of stuff that somehow exploded from Owen and Emmett’s bags.

When he opens the door it’s not Roman on the other side, it’s Sage. She’s crying, she says she’s sorry but she can’t do it anymore. Then she hands him a carseat and takes off.

#arrow next gen #wes chase #sage isley #this i guess is a fic #idk

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godraet · 1 year ago

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ok this has been rotating in my brain (and i want it out of my brain before work) but i know i mention gan remembering all his lives completely out of order but here's some other fun facts- he's a different age in basically all of those lives too, and i can back that one up!

as he exists in his main verse, he's about 35 [as in he's in his early 30s when he finally shows up to meet with rauru] (at time of sealing), he has the build to prove it. i have no other way to describe this aside from he is just in general bulkier in build than younger lifetimes- and more lean than older lifetimes

"so what does that mean" ok so let's start with OoT (pre time skip), gan is still beefy because of course he is, but also he's notably more lean- broad shoulders yeah but damn he sure has a nice tapered waist lmao, also he behaves like he's younger- more prone to mocking his opponents and also he's impulsive and clearly doesn't actually have the current life experience to navigate through the hylian courts- this will come to bite him in the ass in TP timeline. so i slap pre-timeskip OoT gan at like ... 25 or so (which puts him at 32 or so after a 7 year time skip). he is a young ruler still, and his lack of experience shows, even if his words are pretty- and there's a fair chance that for as much as he thought he was playing the hylian court, they were actually playing him.

which leads into TP- if the premise of TP is that link goes BACK in time and tells people "yeah this dude's going to do shit", and soon after gan is sentenced to DEATH (and actually with what evidence other than the word of a kid who says he traveled time???), which means he's still that same rather inexperienced young man- and then he's banished to another realm since it turns out lmao he couldn't be killed by the sages!! and time passes weirdly there i'm sure, so his body has aged to maybe about 40 or so, he's definitely no longer the overconfident young man who first showed up to the hylian court!

in a similar energy, we have WW gan, who is definitely older- closer to 50 than 40 in looks; he's basically a wall of muscle, but he's also got a fair amount of healthy fat, which gives us our top tier dad-bod gan. except WW gan also has LIVED SO LONG and so he's super bitter because everything went to shit and actually not all of it was his fault!!!

HW gan is a more experienced warrior- he's got plenty of experience under his belt and is in his later 30s, pushing 40- he is a capable commander and it's more than just having natural charisma (which is something that he relied on as a young man in OoT- making up for a lack of experience with charisma and the ability to at least plan in some capacity- but in no way is OoT gan a masterful warlord, he's a better sorcerer than he is general, but a devoted king regardless),

anyway, all of these jumbled memories are why gan doesn't respond to rauru's summons until he's in his 30s (knowing if he goes when he's still "rather inexperienced" he's more likely to get fucked over), but it's also why he's overconfident (remembering how WW was ... arguably his win for a time, although it also means he has this sinking feeling that his victory will in the end be this lonely and hollow thing, and sometimes he wonders if it's really worth it) thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#hc tag tba #theogony‚ the legend of the forgotten god ╱ meta

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maddogofshimano · 2 years ago

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Hayashi Hiroshi Character Story

Congrats to @agentshilonglang for winning one of the give away translations! Please enjoy a character I likely would have never translated otherwise.

Hayashi Hiroshi, “the man who speaks his mind”

As you can see, Hayashi is one of a very small number of cards to have the lowest rarity possible, N. He’s been in since the game began and eventually got an SSR card (after being beaten out for it the first time by Nishida). A ton of the original cards had character stories set in the game’s present day of 2019, so if you ever wanted to see Hayashi interact with Ichiban you’re in luck!

Without further ado, let’s go.

Summary: The Omi sends Hayashi as a hitman after Ichiban, and Ichiban finds he respects the man far more than the usual rabble of the Omi. Hayashi can’t help but agree, and feels he’s finally found the next dragon.

Ichiban: Man I'm hungry... Where to go for a meal.

???: Are you, Kasuga-han? Ichiban: ...Huh!? Hayashi: It's nice to finally meet ya. I'm Hayashi, of the 8th Chairman's Omi Alliance.

Ichiban: Ah, so that's it... See ya. Hayashi: Hold on a sec! Where d'ya think you're goin'!

Ichiban: I'm starving. Would you mind if we do this after? Ichiban: Or you could come with? As long as you can handle greasy stuff, that is. Hayashi: Are ya stupid!? You're tryin' to yank my chain, aren't ya... Hayashi: I guess it's been a while since I've been able to prove myself, but I didn't think the target would be a total chinpira. Hayashi: What the hell is HQ thinkin'? Damn it... Ichiban: Whaaaat are you grumbling about?

Hayashi: Eh, it's fine. Let's get this over with already! <Hayashi swings his pipe> Hayashi: Hey! I'll kill ya! I'm gonna beat ya to death!

Hayashi: Shit... This bastard...!

Ichiban: Haa, haa... God damn, I underestimated how strong this guy'd be...! Ichiban: You said you were Hayashi of the Omi Alliance...? That's a name I'll remember. Hayashi: Heh heh.... That's my line. (Tl note: he has a fufufufu laugh that's kind of killing me) Hayashi: I thought this was a borin' shit stain of a job, but it seems I was mistaken. Hayashi: Kasuga Ichiban-han... It's been a long time since I fought someone with any backbone. Hayashi: But that's enough for now. 'Til next time... <Hayashi walks away> Ichiban: ...He had a real dangerous look in his eye. Ichiban: Ahh, shit, I'm still starving. Where can I get a meal real quick...

<END PART 1> Barker: Sir! Can I interest you in a cabaret club?

Ichiban: Huh? A cabaret club? Barker: We've got lots of lovely ladies~ How does 1 hour for 2,000 yen sound~? Ichiban: 2,000 yen? That's way too cheap. This is some kind of rip-off joint, isn't it? Barker: No way, no way! This club has been commended for it's transparent billing! Ichiban: I seeee, it must be pretty good then. Alright, let's give it a whirl. Barker: Thanks much! One customer, coming up~ <they go to the club> Hayashi: Welcome, Kasuga-han.

Ichiban: ...Man, a rip-off joint would've been better. Hayashi: There aren't barkers in Kamurocho these days, now are there? It was a trap for you and you alone. (TL note: this is true, in the early 2010s there was a lot of crackdowns on club barkers and now most people are referred via info booths, word of mouth, or the internet) Hayashi: You put me in your debt, the other day. I intend to return the favor.

Ichiban: ...Well this is a real roundabout way to set up another fight. Or is this just the Kansai way? Hayashi: Kasuga-han, ya didn't seem like the type to fight for no reason. Hayashi: So now I've made a situation where ya have to fight, regardless of distaste. Hayashi: If you want to leave here, you'll either go through me or be leavin' in a casket. Ichiban: Heh, I got it. ...Well,, seems like I've got no choice but to go all out. Hayashi: Heh haha! That's good! Show your resolve!!

Hayashi: Uguh... As expected, Kasuga-han....

Ichiban: Ha.... Ha.... Heheh, you're wicked strong. Ichiban: I didn't know there were still yakuza like you in the Omi. It's a surprise.

Ichiban: I thought the Omi was full of people just trying to shack up with the cops and make off with the profits. (Tl note: thank you google translate for offering “I thought the Omi was all about hanging out and sipping delicious soup”) Hayashi: ...You're not entirely mistaken. Hayashi: That's how it is in the Omi these days. There's no pride in being a yakuza anymore. Hayashi: Heh. An old fashioned kinda guy like me is disposable, fit for gettin’ chucked onto the front line like this. Hayashi: But, thanks to that, I met you. You're the one silver linin' I got. Ichiban: Heh. That's talking me up too much. You flatterer. Ichiban: Well, time for me to be off. Come at me anytime you want to fight. I'll be your opponent. <Ichiban leaves> Hayashi: ....It really has been a long time. Since I've felt this. Ryuji-han... Kiryu-han... Hayashi: Heh heh, I'll have to stay alive just to watch this guy. I might just have found... the next dragon.

Ichiban: Whew... I drank way too much...

???: U-Ughhh... Ichiban: Hm? What was that? Hayashi: ...Kasuga...han?

Ichiban: Hayashi! Those are some serious injuries. What happened!? Hayashi: This is the current state of the Omi... Hayashi: Before we spoke at the cabaret club, it seems someone bugged the place. Hayashi: And now we're in the midst of a purge of those in the "rebellion against HQ". Ichiban: Seriously...! Omi Goon A: Hey! There he is! Omi Goon B: Hey! Get everyone over here! Hayashi: Tch...! They found me already, huh. Hayashi: I'll handle it, Kasuga-san. Please, leave before you get caught up in this. Hayashi: I don't want you to see the shameful behavior here.

Ichiban: ...I must humbly decline. Hayashi: Eh...? Omi Goon A: Hayashi no anikiii~ So this is where you were. This seems like the perfect spot for an ancient rat like you to die.

Omi Goon B: And with Kasuga to boot! Heheh, we get two birds with one stone. Ichiban: Hey, Hayashi-san. Lend me a hand? Hayashi: Kasuga-han... Ichiban: It'd be a damn shame if a man of your caliber died in a place like this. Hayashi: ...Heh. That's the highest compliment I've gotten. Ichiban: If you fight here, there's no going back. You okay with that? Hayashi: Hey. I've got no lingerin' affection for the Omi. I'm ready to give this everythin' I've got. Ichiban: Thought so. Well then, let's get started!! Omi Goon A: You all done saying your prayers? ...Then it's time to dieeeeee!!!!

Omi Goon A: Ugh... ha... guh....

Ichiban: Heh, goes to show that numbers aren't everything. Dummyyyy. Hayashi: Heh. What a magnificent brawl that was. Hayashi: ....Kasuga-han. Would ya hear out a man's request? Ichiban: Not if it's for money. Hayashi: Kasuga-han, I would like to call ya aniki. Ichiban: .............. Hayashi: I just, saw a shadow in ya. The shadow of a man they once called a "dragon"...

Hayashi: I beg you, aniki!

Ichiban: ....Honestly, I was waiting to hear it. Ichiban: Having you around is worth a hundred men. I'm counting on you, Hayashi-san! Hayashi: Yes sir! And since I'm your subordinate, please call me Hiroshi! Ichiban: Uh. That's a little...

<END>

Bonus time!

a big thank you to this youtube channel for supplying me with character stories for cards I either don’t have or was too lazy to grind up to bond level 3

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you can also see Hayashi’s animations in it, if that’s of interest. he swings his pipe sometimes

I was genuinely surprised by Hayashi using essentially the same tactics as Majima to convince Ichiban to fight him by luring him to a hostess club. I thought he was just going to step in and stop Ichiban from getting scammed or something

The “subordinate” term Hayashi uses at the end is 弟分 and I can't remember if there’s an official localization of that term or not. it's the inverse of aniki.

here’s his SSR card, Hayashi Hiroshi (2006) “the roaring twin pipes”

and finally there’s one more winner to look forward to! I’ve been hells of sick or else it’d be done but now, but it should be a good one, so keep your eyes peeled!

#hayashi #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza online #ichiban #hayashi hiroshi #ichiban kasuga #agentshilonglang

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andrewmoocow · 2 years ago

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Little Homeworld Life chapter 16: Somebody to Lean On (originally posted on April 10, 2023)

AN: And now we return to Little Homeworld to give some of its residents (and prisoners) some much needed therapy. A lot of these Gems have some trauma they need addressing, and others are in need of some clarification on whether they've fully gone good or still have some reservations about their current lot in life. Regardless, this is bound to be a pretty emotionally intense episode, though nowhere near as intense as what Steven had to go through. In addition, this will serve as further development for Black Rutile's character and perhaps serve as a hint towards her future in this world. Now that we got introductions out of the way, let's begin!

Synopsis: Dr. Rebecca Sucrose lends an ear to the Gems' plights.

Cast:

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Martha Higerada as Topaz

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Hayley Kiyoko as Morganite

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Rebecca Sugar as Dr. Rebecca Sucrose

Matthew Rhys as James Brenner

Shanelle Gray as Sally Grove

Ray Chase as George Ikari

On another bright sunny day in Little Homeworld, the residents gathered around a stage where the Crystal Gems stood alongside Steven's therapist Rebecca Sucrose because they had an announcement to make. "Good day, everyone!" Pearl greeted the Gems. "Today, we are having a special mental health day, and to celebrate, we have an equally special guest! Please welcome award-winning therapist Dr. Rebecca Sucrose!"

"Hello, everybody. Nice to meet you." Rebecca greeted to some scattered applause. "Some of you may know me as the therapist of one Steven Universe-"

"BOO, YOU STINK BY ASSOCIATION!" Eyeball abruptly jeered.

"But after some suggestions by Steven himself, I have now come here to talk with all of you." Rebecca continued, barely noticing Eyeball's insult. "I have won awards for my psychiatric breakthroughs, but I'm not so sure how I'd do with people who don't really have any physical brains to analyze, so to speak."

"Trust me; you won't find any brains here, regardless." Black Rutile rolled her eyes in disgust while turning to her cohorts. "Seriously, what's the point of her coming here anyways? And no one tell me what she just said!"

"I suggest taking on Black Rutile there first." Amethyst suggested to Rebecca. "She's a real space case, that one. I'm pretty sure you've seen her on TV before, right?"

"Oh yes, I saw her trial." Rebecca nodded in affirmation. "She's the psycho who tried to frame you guys as evil, right? I'd really like to psychoanalyze her like my old teacher did."

"Very much." Garnet stated while putting her hands on the therapist's shoulders. "I know it may seem like an arduous task, but we implore you to please find a way to get through to her, Doctor."

"I'll see what I can do." Rebecca said before turning back to her audience. "Okay, everybody, line up so I can give you all some therapy! Come on now; we haven't got all day!" However, as the Gems began forming a very long line, Black Rutile refused to join in on the action, making it easy for Rebecca to point her out. "You there, you're first!"

"Wait, me?!" Black Rutile gasped as she tried to back away. "No, I don't want any part in this!"

"Too late, you're going first!" Lapis commanded while Jasper and White Topaz dragged Black Rutile onto a couch with Rebecca sitting beside it.

"Okay, doctor, fire away!" Peridot exclaimed.

"I'd be delighted to." Rebecca smiled before turning to Black Rutile. "Now, judging by what my good friend Dr. James Brenner has told the Gems, you seem to suffer from antisocial personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder and are also self-diagnosed to be on the autism spectrum disorder. Correct?"

"Correct." Black Rutile agreed with Rebecca. "And I am not ashamed to admit I refuse to be anything else. It has been a rough past couple of months for me. I've lost everything I ever had, my forces have been arrested and are being tried for crimes they didn't commit, I'm being forced to live here as punishment for my crimes, and I've also learned that my entire status can be attributed to my former Diamond having a sense of humor. Have you ever felt like you were on top of the world only to feel like everything has been taken away from you in one fell swoop."

"I can definitely see that you're refusing to cope with change." Rebecca analyzed Black Rutile's recap of her life thus far. "Now, could this be because you're so attached to the identity you've made for yourself and everything associated with it? Are you suffering from loneliness, perhaps?"

"Very much." Black Rutile replied, now curling up into a ball on the couch as she let a more vulnerable side of her out. "Nowadays, I feel like whatever I do, I just feel like everyone will always be out to get me, and nobody will ever be on my side again. Well, aside from Aquamarine, the Rubies, Holly Blue, and Cat's Eye. I guess that's what happens when you're public enemy #1 across the entire universe."

"Have you made any new friends at all lately?" Rebecca wondered while writing everything Black Rutile said down.

"Oh yes, the most amazing friend I could ever have." Black Rutile answered eagerly. "Her name is Sally Grove, and I have never felt so connected with someone before! She despises the Crystal Gems just like me, and is also so vehemently opposed to any form of kindness and love and takes pride in how much of a horrible person she is! She's like me as a human!"

"Well, good to know you're making some progress." Rebecca said. "But please know that no matter how much you deny it, you need help, Black Rutile. Perhaps if you just listened to the Crystal Gems, your life would become so much better."

"Yeah, I think we should stop here." Black Rutile declared as she hopped off the couch, once again refusing to make any peace with the Crystal Gems. "If you think I'll ever change my ways, then you can just forget it!"

"See, we told you she'd be a tough nut to crack." Bismuth declared as Rebecca looked somewhat disappointed in both Black Rutile and herself. "Hey, don't look so down, Becky! Who knows? Maybe the others will be easier?"

"Hm, I doubt it." Jasper sneered. "I got a bad feeling Black Rutile might be starting up a new army right under our noses."

"That would explain why the Rubies have been hanging out with her lately." White Topaz muttered in reply. "Maybe we should just wait on the sidelines and see what happens."

"But what will happen when we keep waiting, and she takes us by surprise?" Pearl wondered ominously.

"I think I know what." Garnet proclaimed with her future vision giving her a glimpse of dark times to come. "And it's not pretty."

"I just feel like, so lost here!" Aquamarine complained to Rebecca. "I feel like I'm still stuck in the past and want to have something like my old life, but I want to move on with my life too!"

"Hm, a classic case of a stranger in a familiar land." Rebecca said, continuing to write in her notepad. "Now, is there anyone in that previous life you'd like to reconnect with?"

"Yeah, Topaz." Aquamarine replied, looking down in shame at how she had abandoned her old bodyguard. "As soon as Era 3 began, she up and ran off to Little Homeschool to get as far away from me as possible. Well, frankly, she definitely had the right idea."

"Well, would you care to try and talk to her?" Rebecca offered as Topaz stood right behind her, ready to make amends perhaps. "I got her right here."

"Hey, Aquamarine." Topaz said quietly as she stood face-to-face with her old boss. "How have things been?"

"Oleaginous." Aquamarine answered sourly. "Just feeling absolutely alone in a world that I just wanted to save. You understand what I'm going through, right?"

"Yeah, kind of." Topaz said. "I only wanted to follow orders, yet I wanted to do what I wanted at the same time. And, of course, you kept getting in the way of things. But in Era 3, I'm finally free to be myself. Yet at the same time, I don't want to see anyone so alone, even you." She extended a hand of compassion to Aquamarine. "So, care for a second chance?"

"Ugh, you're a little too forgiving." Aquamarine grumbled as she shook Topaz's hand. "But hey, you commit to whatever you feel like; I won't judge anymore."

"Glad to see you're willing to change." Topaz smiled before Aquamarine hopped off the couch and walked away. "Wow, that was easier than I thought."

"Oh yes, very easy." Aquamarine scowled under her breath. "You mouth-breathing fusion. You'll soon see things my way again."

"So, Cat's Eye, what's on your mind right now?" Rebecca asked her next patient.

"Losing everything because of Steven." Cat moaned, her weeping muffled by the couch cushions. "First, I had my status taken away, but since I could be whatever I wanted in Era 3, I decided to become a lawyer. But that turned out poorly, so I joined up with this Cinnabar who was Black Rutile's apprentice, but then her plans got foiled, and I was sent down to Little Homeschool as punishment for my association with Black Rutile!" She looked up at Rebecca, her makeup now running. "I feel like every time I want to make a change in my life; everything just keeps going wrong!"

"Feels like you've been through a lot." Rebecca nodded sympathetically. "And it feels like recovering might take a while for you. I think a therapy animal could be of use."

"A what?" Cat groaned.

"A therapy animal, it's exactly what it sounds like." Rebecca answered kindly. "In fact, the Gems got into contact with the animal shelter just for this occasion."

"Careful now, they might scamper off." Garnet said while carrying a box full of kittens for Cat to choose from while Cat Steven rested on her head. "Now then, choose which one you'd like."

"Oh, cats. Hardy-har-har." Cat laughed mockingly while examining the cats in front of her. Three of them seemed relatively close, a white kitten with a pink bow, a black kitten wearing a red bowtie, and a brown kitten with a blue bowtie. Another cat had a blank look on his face while playing with a stuffed frog. Another cat was licking out of a pudding cup and seemed very protective of his treat. But the cat that stood out to Cat's Eye the most was a rather shy-looking cat with all black fur, a matching-colored hairbow on her head, and a yellow dragon toy in its mouth. "I want that one."

"Oh, you mean this one?" Rebecca wondered while scooping up the kitten in her arms. "This one's a little shy, like she doesn't know where she belongs in the world. I think you could relate."

"I do, actually." Cat realized as she was handed the shy kitten. "What's her name?"

"The shelter calls her Blake." Garnet answered. "I think the name fits."

"Yes, it does." Cat's Eye smiled at her new furry friend and gave her a nuzzle. "Don't you love your new mama, Blake? Don't you?" Blake let out a meow and licked her new owner. "Aw, she likes me!"

"Looks like you have a new friend, Cat Steven." Garnet smiled at her cat while pulling Cat Steven off her head and showing him to Blake, and the two cats started gently batting at each other.

"I feel like I have no one to control anymore!" Holly Blue overdramatically yelled in exasperation. "My entire life, I happily accepted orders from whoever was above me in power, whether it was the Diamonds, Black Rutile, or Cinnabar. I reveled in how much power I held over lower-ranking Gems! But now it seems like I have nothing, and all I am anymore is a worthless punching bag! Black Rutile was my one ticket to regaining my old life and sense of identity, and look how that turned out!"

"So you feel like being controlling and harsh is the only thing that gives you joy in life, eh?" Rebecca wondered. "Well, have you ever considered trying to be a little fairer, but still stern at the same time?"

"What good will that do me?" Holly asked.

"Well, you could be a lot more likable that way." Rebecca added. "I've gathered that you prefer showing power through abuse and control, which is not a healthy mindset. Would you care to elaborate on where that came from?"

"I was always very eager to please my superiors, so if I acted like them, that would make them proud of me." Holly Blue revealed. "But maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I start thinking about me instead of them."

Meanwhile, Black Rutile had returned home to contemplate what Dr. Sucrose had said to her. Maybe she was suffering from loneliness. Maybe she was attached to the identity she formed as a servant of White Diamond. But did it really matter in the end? She had nothing, and it was all thanks to the Crystal Gems, yet they're only now showing concern for her well-being. Well, where was this sentiment before? She needed someone else to talk to about this, someone who could lend a hand in this time of need. And she knew someone who was fitting enough to do it.

"Hello again, Black Rutile!" Black Rutile's criminal psychologist James Brenner greeted his patient cheerfully. "How have things been going recently? It feels like we haven't talked in a while."

"Just got psychoanalyzed by one Rebecca Sucrose as part of a mental health day." Black Rutile answered. "She says that I'm suffering from loneliness and desperation to grasp onto what remains of my identity, or something like that. Do you see that too?"

"Yes, I believe so." Brenner nodded in reply. "Your recent behavior screams trying to get everyone's attention so you'd be hailed as the smartest in the room. And yet no matter what, you never seem to get that praise you crave so much. Instead, you are feared and hated by all. Your former allies, your enemies, and the public as well. But I believe that it's not too late to make a change, my friend."

"Yeah, you're right." Black Rutile frowned, which quickly turned into an angry grimace. "Why is it that when I do something bad, I'm the only one who's punished while Gems like Demantoid, Pyrope, Emerald, Morganite, Peridot, Lapis, Bismuth, and the Diamonds get off with a slap on the wrist despite doing far worse?! It just isn't fair!"

"Yes, the universe can sometimes have a twisted sense of humor." James sighed in reply. "But regardless, knowing you, you'd likely find a way around this."

"Oh yes." Black Rutile grinned evilly as she peered outside her window to spy on Rebecca, now serving as a shrink for Emerald. "If there's one thing the Crystal Gems haven't taken away, it's my love of manipulating people to my side. And by golly, do I have the master plan!"

"I'm actually pretty okay with the life I'm living now, but I still hold a grudge against Lars for getting away with stealing and/or destroying my ships!" Emerald vented her remaining struggles to Rebecca. "Do you think I have a problem with letting go of old grudges?"

"What do you think?" Rebecca commented. "Maybe should this Lars stop by, perhaps find a way to make amends with him."

"I'll try to give that a shot." Emerald obliged with a sigh, unaware that a black camera drone was watching her every move.

"I want to give cross-Gem fusions a chance, but I still feel so weird near them." Morganite complained to Rebecca. "I think it dates back to when my Ruby and Pearl would keep fusing behind my back, no matter how much I kept rejuvenating them."

"I see, still retaining some deep-seated prejudices." Rebecca muttered.

"And it didn't help that when I met my Ruby and Pearl's fusion for the first time in ages; I nearly got chucked out of my building!" Morganite shouted, surprising the therapist. "Don't worry, she calmed down thanks to her off-color friends, but that is not a good look for the rest of her kind."

"We lost because of her!" Pyrope childishly blamed Demantoid for their failures while sticking her tongue out at the green Gem.

"No, we lost because you were too full of yourself to consider the angles that only I could see!" Demantoid argued back while sticking her tongue out at her prissier partner.

"I've actually dealt with a few bickering couples before." Rebecca nodded as she observed the Garnets' back and forth, much to the duo's embarrassment as they began blushing like crazy. "Would you care to experiment with a few methods to improve your relationship?"

"We are not a couple!" Demantoid and Pyrope yelled in Rebecca's face in unison.

"Okay, I get your point, but trust me when I say that it will take time for you two to understand each other again."

"Like what?" Demantoid asked curiously.

"Like a trust fall, for example." Rebecca suggested. "Basically, one of you has to fall, and the other has to catch you. Now, who wants to be the catcher?"

"I think Demantoid should do it." Pyrope suggested while crossing her arms and preparing to fall.

"Wait, I think I'm a little too small for this!" Demantoid disagreed hurriedly before Pyrope tipped herself over, and since Demantoid was so small, she was crushed underneath the larger Gem.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?!" Rebecca exclaimed as she raced over to Demantoid's side while Pyrope got up and dusted herself off.

"Why thank you, senator." A dazed Demantoid answered. "The fish was delish, and it made quite a dish. Creepy pants all the time get some. Sever your leg please sir; it's the greatest day."

"Is she going to be okay?" Pyrope asked sheepishly as she slowly backed away from her delirious partner.

"It's just a concussion; I think she'll be fine." Rebecca answered assuredly.

The day soon began winding to an end as Rebecca had just about finished therapizing the Gems. As she started packing her things and saying goodbye to the Crystal Gems, Rebecca saw Black Rutile walking up to her. "Oh, hello, Black Rutile. Care to discuss our chat earlier before I leave?"

"Why yes, I'd be happy to." Black Rutile put on a fake smile in reply. "You know, thinking about our talk has really done me a world of good. I have finally come to terms with who I am in this world."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Rebecca cheered before Black Rutile abruptly grabbed her by the neck and began strangling her.

"Yes, I know exactly who I am." Black Rutile repeated menacingly. "I am a planet-conquering, gaslighting, opportunistic, sociopathic terrorist through and through. I have ended the lives of both Gems and organics, conquered numerous worlds in the name of my so-called superiors, and nearly succeeded in destroying the Earth multiple times. And I'd rather be shattered a thousand times over before that entitled, messiah-complexed brat forces me to be anything else."

"Hey Black Rutile, get your hands off her!" Amethyst yelled at Black Rutile as the Crystal Gems came to Doctor Sucrose's rescue.

"What is the meaning of strangling such a kind woman like her?" Pearl asked as Garnet freed Rebecca from Black Rutile's clutches.

"What? No! You're getting it all wrong!" Black Rutile lied to save face. "I was just giving her the biggest hug I could muster as thanks for helping me see the light! You were right; she is a good therapist."

"A likely story, Black Rutile." Garnet coldly replied. "We'll be keeping an eye on you. Try not to cause any trouble in the meantime."

"Oh, I promise." Black Rutile assured the Crystal Gems before walking away with an evil smile on her face. "Oh, they have no idea what's coming to them."

"See what I meant when I said she was a total space case?!" Amethyst exclaimed to Rebecca, who was busy rubbing her aching neck.

"I can definitely see your point, but I still have faith in her." Rebecca gasped in response. "I just hope she has enough faith in herself."

"And that was my day today." Black Rutile said to Sally Grove later that day. "So sure, I do suffer from loneliness, but my next plan, should the Flipso one fail, will prove to be a cure for that!"

"Indoctrinating the masses, right?" Sally wondered while filing her nails. "Who are you going to start with?"

"I think I'll start with some of my former cohorts." Black Rutile replied. "Maybe Emerald, Morganite, and the Garnets to start with. They're a little too comfortable here, and I'd be all too eager to make them come crawling back to me." Just then, she heard a knock at the door. "One second, I have to take this."

"Oh, Black Rutile, I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as a good neighbor by coming in any way!" Teal Zircon cried as she burst into Black Rutile's house with a signature big smile on her face. "You would not believe what Dr. Sucrose told me today! She says I might have ADHD or something!"

"ADHD, eh?" Black Rutile smirked at the overly energetic Zircon. "Ah, a fellow neurodivergent Gem. How about we engage in a little bit of that neurodivergent solidarity by talking a little?"

"And then I was nearly strangled to death by that Rutile!" Rebecca later complained to George Ikari in a coffee shop. "I've been told she was unstable, but this is ridiculous! And after I lent a comforting ear to her too!"

"I hope you're recovering nicely." George offered his support with his fingers steepled together. "But regardless, Black Rutile is a dangerous individual, and it'll only be a matter of time before she takes advantage of the hospitality she was given."

"Oh, hello there, you two." Dr. Brenner greeted George and Rebecca as he sat down at their table with a latte in hand. "Haven't seen you two since your graduation. How have things been?"

"Oh, Professor Brenner, it's been so long!" Rebecca squealed at the sight of her old teacher before hugging him, while George just grinned at the sight.

"James, it really has been a while." George smiled. "Class of 2008, right?"

"Ah yes, you were always one of my finest students, Mr. Ikari." James replied while giving George a gentle stroke of his hair. "Now then, I heard you two were talking about Black Rutile? I've actually had a chat with her earlier."

"I was assigned to give some therapy to the Gems of Little Homeworld, and Black Rutile was one of the first." Rebecca stated as she began to tell her story.

I apologize for any inaccuracies in psychology, it was never one of my strong suits. But anyways, while my notes told to end on the scene with Black Rutile and Teal Zircon, my heart told me that a scene with Rebecca Sucrose, George Ikari and James Brenner was too good to forget about. But enough about my personal wants, next time will be a very special chapter. Next time, we'll be having a big musical episode with some very special celebrity guest stars! Be sure to stay tuned. Wow, this turned out to be a shorter chapter than I thought.

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