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isuckatwritingsobenice · 4 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Synopsis: What I think Alastors wife would be like, if he had one of course.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pinning, harassment?, Alastor being himself, not in a specific time period but at some point shifts to hell? Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two!!

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Alastors wife probably didnt like him at first, and that’s a guarantee. He likes a challenge, but Alastor also likes being liked by people. It fills his ego, makes him feel good about himself. He likes to watch people stumble and fall but quite literally cracks under the pressure of doing just that when it comes to winning you over. Chances were he was constantly trying to figure you out, for two reasons. One, being that he didn’t understand how you couldn’t like him. I mean come on, look at him! He’s got the charm, the manners, the style and the class, the status. What more could you want? The second reason being, the more you denied him, the more he took it as a challenge, the more he wanted you.

Well, surprise surprise, you dont like people with an image to keep up; and to his dismay, that’s exactly what he does. He projects an image. One he refuses to change, and even after marrying you, still doesn’t drop the image, but starts to become more real and honest with himself.

“People who project an image of themselves to others are just trying to fool themselves into being someone they aren’t.” Was what you told him.

Alastor had also asked you out multiple times before you finally said yes. Everyone knows Alastor is very picky with the people he chooses to surround himself with. Everyone he associates with is either there to serve him, or to provide him with something, even if they’re unaware of it. Which only made you trust him less. What purpose did you serve him? What if one day he found you no longer useful and tossed you to the side? Well what were you to do then?

Denying him proved to be a challenge in itself, seeing that he’s quite literally everywhere all at once.

He’d try cheap tricks first. Buying you gifts, constantly showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers or a stuffed animal. One time he even got you a whole gift basket of your favorite treats. How sweet~ if it was actually about you and not him just trying to patch up his ego. Well at least that was what you thought on the matter.

If that didnt work he’d resort to going ghost. After all, people only miss you when you’re gone right? Well not in this case. He had left you alone physically, at least to your knowledge, but he had still kept a close watch on you. Why, he just knew it would bother you that he suddenly stopped! Until he overheard you speaking with a friend about how happy you were to finally get some peace and quiet. Well that simply wouldn’t do. After all, you should always make an impact, and what kind of impact would he be leaving on you if you went back to your old boring life? No no that just wont do dear.

He’ll start showing back up at your doorstep, taking you on surprise outing to force you to spend time with him. He’ll take you on a walk around a nearby park, a restaurant one day, the picture show the next. He has a long list of places to take you, so you’ll never go to the same place twice! Get your dancing shoes because he’s gonna take you out to the town for the night, after all the city never sleeps! This is when he becomes less forceful, but more of a decent calm. He begins to listen more when you speak, and you actually begin to care about what he’s saying, what a shock!

It’s almost like a switch flips after your outings. He’ll take you to an orchestra show, snickering to himself when he sees your eyes begin to water as the show closes out. He’ll force you to hold onto his arm as he walks you across the street on a rainy night, making sure you don’t slip or trip on the wet pavement. If you ever do, he’ll try his best to catch you and if he doesn’t? Oh what a nightmare, it seems he’s fallen too! For you that is~

You two begin to feel closer, not only physically but emotionally. He gets you to open up about your personal struggles, and in turn, he’ll share some of his own, but not too much. He doesn’t allow himself to be fully and completely vulnerable with you, not yet. But he does try his best to sympathize with you when you share your piece of mind with him. He feels accomplished to know this part of you, and his ego is the last thing on his mind anymore, but instead you take up all the space.

He doesn’t use pet names for you, not cute ones anyway. He’ll call you his devilish belladonna, especially if you love flowers. His creepy spider Lillie. He’ll often speak in the ‘language of flowers’, and will educate you on it if you don’t know so you know exactly what he’s talking about.

He’s the type of person to correct people in public to make them feel stupid, but he never does that with you. Instead he’ll wait until it’s just the two of you and tell you jokingly how wrong you were. You’ll get upset because he let you look like a fool, but in his mind he’s just protecting your feelings. If anyone else corrects you, they’ll have their mouth sewn shut that’s for sure!

He never gets you the same bouquet of flowers. They’re always different, and every week or so you have a new one. He keeps a separate batch for himself so he knows when to get you another. That being said he also makes the bouquets himself, he does not buy them for you already made.

When you finally take Alastor up on his offer to court you properly, he is over the moon about it! Finally, you seem to be coming to your senses dear! Though you quickly follow that comment up with a “Let the blood rush to your head first.” He just bats his lashes at you with a smile. You always know how to make him feel so loved!

Gets very jealous very easily. If he sees you laughing with someone that isn’t him, he’ll size them up before deciding if they’re a threat or not. Heaven forbid anyone actually put their hands on you and uh oh! Limb of the floor someone come get it!

His possessive nature is rooted in abandonment, and thus being said, he has deep attachment issues to you. You are never out of his sight when you two begin dating, and you’re hardly ever far from him in general. You two dress similarly too, especially if you’re from the same era. He’ll switch up your wardrobe slowly so it complements his.

He isn’t one for strong PDA unless he feels like he needs too or just has a strong want too. Usually it’s an arm around your waist, or you hanging onto his arm loosely. The most he’ll ever really do is a kiss on the back of your hand or to your temple. That being said, he’s like this for various reasons.

One, he has a lot of enemies, which means that not not only does that put you in danger, but if you’re also a powerful overlord, it puts him at risk too, though he doesn’t care much about that part.

Second, he doesn’t like physical contact much, and though he always makes an exception for you, he has his image and pristine reputation to keep up. Which you extremely dislike but tolerate because it’s Alastor and if he hasn’t changed much in centuries, nothings going to change ever.

Alastor is very very fond of you, whether you believe it or not. Your fiery attitude has him whipped more than he likes to admit. He’ll joke with other sinners that he’d sacrifice you to save himself but you both know that isn’t true, his nervous ticks prove it to be false, if you do say so yourself.

He’s very fidgety. He’ll tug a piece of your clothing or twirl a strand of your hair between his claws. If you claim he’s messing up your hair he’ll cast a tornado of shadows around you to fuck it up even more, and then smiling at you lovingly when you threaten to cut his ears off because you can’t tell if they’re his hair or just furry ass ears. You always give him a good laugh.

Other sinners are actually convinced you both hate each other, but turf wars on the news show that you two are the most in love when you’re wreaking havoc on innocent sinners for no possible reason other than the fact you two had an argument and the best way to settle it? Dancing in the rain, which actually isn’t rain, just blood falling from the sky because you like to kill people for fun.

“My darling looks the best in red if I do say so myself! Especially if she’s dressed by another’s remains, oh the beauty!”

Alastor has and will continue to get in his feelings about you and his mother getting along so well. He loves you both to pieces, so seeing his two favorite people together makes his dead heart swell with joy.

He’ll ask you to accompany him to the tailors, he values your opinion more than others so you often make adjustments to his suit and he’s just like ‘Whatever she says that’s what’s going on the suit.’ You also make him your personal dressing doll, trying different patterns and styles on him for fun. Alastor is a true skinny jeans hater and he will die on that hill, again. He really appreciates the 60’s style, but prefers to stick to his own decade.

He will take you out hunting with him, and the two of you share breakfast together with the fresh meat you’ve caught. He only gets the best quality for you because he refuses to have you two ‘eating like chums’. A restaurant tried to lie to the two of you, saying their meat was high quality and fresh. Alastor killed everyone in it and you two shared remains like a true power couple. Hells finest of course. ;)

He’s very critical of picking out jewelry for you. Hunting for the perfect ring for you took him ages, mainly because he knew exactly what he wanted but no jeweler had what he wanted all in one ring. So instead he forces them to make him a custom one. Torn limbs and bloody parts later, you have the ring that Alastor worked so hard to give you. He proposes to you Extermination day, claiming he’d love to spend another year in hell with you before the angels come to rip you two apart from each other. It was such a sweet day, at least to you it was.

The type of relationship where he plays the piano and you sing. He loves when you sing and will gush about you to anyone in sight even if he doesn’t know them.

Is very needy in private. He’s a stage 10000 clinger, and will stick to you like his life depends on it, but will be damned if anyone catches him. You don’t tell anyone about it, you like the private life.

You two have cook offs all the time. You make the hotel staff judge, and ultimately Niffty is the tie breaker because she’s brutally honest. Once she told Alastor he should stay out of the kitchen because women were better at it for a reason… harsh!

He was fine though, he got her back by ridding the hotel of bugs. He knows she likes chasing them around and for that she sobbed at his feet for ten minutes asking him to bring them back. It didn’t take much actually, Sir Pentious brought them back on his own, much to Charlies dismay.

He loves to read with you. You two often read a book and once you both finish you have a tea session over it. It starts off being about the book and then somehow shifts to just gossiping and talking shit about the other overlords, except for Rosie, we love Rosie in this household.

Speaking of, Rosie is usually where you get your clothes from. She’s a sweetheart when she isn’t picking pieces of muscle from her teeth, that sharp smile is a killer! She loves to talk about Alastor with you, and usually she’s where you go after you two have had an argument. You’re also her personal Barbie doll. She puts you in outfits and she and Alastor judge over them. Nine times out of ten you leave her boutique with a new wardrobe every time.

Now let’s talk about Vox.

Honestly the whole reason Vox knows about you is probably because he was digging through Alastors shit. But when he sees you? Oh lord, this man is HOOKED.

He doesn’t even know how Alastor managed to get you entangled with him. He finds out about you when you and Alastor aren’t dating yet, and he basically jumps at his chance to try to be with you.

Vox will forever consider you the one that got away, you can’t change my mind.

Alastor has proven time and time again that he’s basically better than Vox. He took a seven year back, came on the radio one day and boom all his viewers were back. In Alastors mind there’s no competition, just Vox being obsessed with the fact Alastor said no.

Valentino uses it against Vox all the time, and it will always make Vox buffer.

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fir3ylolol · 7 months

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Hello :) I saw your requests are open and wanted to request MK1 Raiden/reader where she works at Madam Bo's and he frequents Madam Bo's just to see her. And then he finally works the courage to ask her out? Turns out she's also been eyeing him everytime he visits. They share a first kiss on the date too. Can get smutty if you want I just love Raiden and your writing hahaha thanks 💕 I may be back to request again 🫣

lightning in a bottle

pairing: Raiden x Reader

summary: you've been working at madam bo's for a while and noticed one young man who comes in a lot. it doesn't hurt that he's cute and nice. that is, until he starts acting a little weird one day

tw: mentions of drinking, surprise date, first kiss

a/n: my first non-johnny fic! this was requested (obviously lol) and it was so much fun to write! also, expect a second chapter, i'm not done with raiden just yet ;)

word count: 1.53 k

pt. 2

Ao3

This was the 10th-no-11th time he had come in this week, and you were starting to worry about him. Sure, he was cute and always tipped well, even complimenting Madam Bo directly every time. But eating here multiple times a day wasn’t going to be good for his body. Or his wallet. Yet, you said nothing like that to him and his friend. You had a system at this point. He would walk in and flash a smile, bowing slightly to you as you bow back. You would show him and his friend to their usual tables, not even bothering with menus at this point. You put in the order for their usuals and get back to your cleaning duties, sneaking looks back at him. You can’t help yourself, it’s hard to get sweet, handsome customers who aren’t drunk off their asses.

That seemed like the same thing was happening again, the bows and warm smiles shared between you too. But he was alone this time, no friend following shortly behind. As you start walking to the table, you hear a cough from behind you and you turn to realize he’s not with you. For the first time in a while, you hear him say something other than “The usual,” “Yes, please,” “Thank you,” and “The food was incredible, Madam Bo.”

“I’d actually like to sit over there if that’s okay,” he points to a small table on the other side of the restaurant. “Yeah, of course!” You smile and pick up a menu, not wanting to assume again and lead him over to the sun-baked corner. He sits as you set the menu down, smiling with an expectancy of an order. But he just smiles, grabs the menu, and says, “Some tea, please,” before browsing his options.

You walk away, half-stunned, and find Madam Bo. She looks up at you, ready to hear the usual. But as you walk in, a confused look on your face, she grabs a glass of water and forces you to sit. “What’s wrong? Another drunk idiot mean to you?” She pats your back slightly as you look up at her. “He didn’t want the usual. He just wants some tea.”

“What??” She looks just as stunned as you but suddenly bursts out laughing. “Oh, I know what’s going on. Good for him, hm?” She forces you back on your feet, shoving a warm teapot and glass in your hand. “Go on, he’s getting thirsty without you.” You shake off how weird she was, even weirder than usual, and walk back to his table. As you pour the tea for him, you ask with as much confidence as you can muster, “Do you know what you’d like to eat?”

He clears his throat and looks behind you quickly. You turn after him, noticing Madam Bo leaning around the corner with a wink, disappearing a second later. Turning back, he stood up and pulled a chair out. “Could you sit, please?” Normally, you wouldn’t. He’s a customer. But he’s so kind, and he said it with such confidence, that you sit down across from him. He plants himself back down with a large grin. “Thank you. I know you’ve served me quite a bit, which I appreciate. And I know your name because…” He gestures vaguely to where a nametag would be on his chest before continuing, “But I don’t think you know mine. I’m Raiden. I’ve been coming by a lot lately, and I figured I wasn’t getting younger. Also, Madam Bo told me to. But, I think you’re really cool, and attractive, and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me.” He paused to take a deep breath. “Now, if that's alright with you.”

“H-huh?” You take a long minute to process what he’s saying. “Madam…Bo?” You turn around again and see her waving at you, with a wide, conniving smile. You turn back to him, his smile starting to falter slightly. But honestly, you did need a break and you had noticed how cute he was for a while. When else would you get this chance? “Well…yeah, I’d love to.” You smile at him, which gives him another surge of confidence. “Great! Do you care what we order, or?” You shrug, untying your apron from your waist, “I’m not picky, I’ve tried everything twice.” He nods to Madam Bo behind you, hearing her shuffle away quickly. “Really? Are you a big fan of Madam Bo’s cooking?”

“I guess you could say that,” you smile at him, he’s even nicer than you thought. “So what spurred this on? I’m assuming that it wasn’t all her doing,” you say with a general nod in Madam Bo’s direction. “Oh, no! I’ve been by a lot lately, and it’s mostly because of you. Not to sound creepy, but you’re quite attractive and nice and…well, I just think you’re cool.” His nervous smile widens, pouring a cup of tea for both of you. “Why, thank you. You’re pretty cool too. But I was wondering where your friend was.” He laughs slightly, “Oh, Kung Lao? He was busy with training today.”

“Training?” You tilt your head slightly, taking a sip of tea. “Yeah, Kung Lao and I are training under Madam Bo in various fighting styles. You know, Shaolin Fist, Nan Chuan, Jujustu.” “I only know one of those,” you laugh out slightly. “But you do a lot according to Madam Bo. Is she your grandma or something?” He coughs slightly, choking on the sip of tea that is in his mouth. “Oh, no no no. She’s just a good teacher.” “That I am!” Madam Bo appears out of nowhere, holding a large tray of food and placing it down. “You better eat up! I made this just for you two.” And she’s gone as quickly as she got there. Raiden looks at you and gestures at the food as if he’s asking you to eat first. And who are you to deny such a tempting request?

You both end up eating slowly since you can’t stop talking. He’s very humble and funny and genuinely likes hearing about you and your life. You learn more about him as well, that he’s a farmer and that he’s the Champion of Earthrealm. That sort of confused you at first, but he started telling the most incredible stories about another realm of fantastical beings and beautiful scenery, the backdrop for a massive showdown. You found yourself captivated by him, his words, and his charisma. Much too soon, the food is done, and you can feel Madam Bo shooting daggers into the back of your head. “You know, my shift is well past over. I should probably head home,” you say while standing up, grabbing your apron, and bowing slightly to him. He scrambles up after you, following as you walk towards the door, “Well then, allow me to escort you.” You giggle at his eagerness but nod slightly. “Alright, just follow me.” You wave to Madam Bo as you leave, her smile even wider. As you walk out the door, you hear her call out, “I knew you would be cute together! Lots of cute babies!” You hear Raiden cough next to you at how blunt she is, but you can’t help but laugh at her words. “What a typical elder! Only focused on what we can bring her, which is more kids to dote on.” He laughs along, glad you see the humor in it, “She just can’t help it, can she?”

You both walk down the dark street, shoulders bumping against each other and laughing quietly in the dark of night. You finally reach your house and lean against the door frame, looking at him sweetly. “You know, I had a good time today. I’m glad you asked me out. I’d love to do it again.” He lets out a sigh, a content smile on his face, “Oh, I’m glad. I don’t mean to sound weird, but I’ve noticed you for a while, and…I wanted to shoot my shot.” You reach your hand out, lightly tracing down his arm until you reach his hand, “You’re not the only one, you know. I’m always happier when you come in.” He twists your hand slightly, finally interlacing your fingers lightly and pulling you closer slightly. There you are, mere inches away from him under the moon, heart racing faster. His breathing is heavy, intense eyes looking into yours, and you finally close the gap. Leaning closer, you meet his lips with yours, light and gentle, which he gladly accepts. His free hand cups your face, pulling you closer. You’re lost in the moment, your hand against his chest, as your senses are full of him. You only feel his touch, smell the dust from the fields, hear your heartbeats synced up, taste his lips on yours. And then, when you pull away for air, all you can see is his gentle face, eyes lit up in joy. “We should do this again, yeah?” You whisper, still slightly out of breath. “Yeah, we should,” he whispers back, resting his forehead against yours with a smile.

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pen-observing · 6 months

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synopsis: gaining freedom makes you realize how hard it is to keep it. and, despite everything, you need to ask dottore for a favor to make sure your plan works. just what will he say?

pairing: dottore x gn! reader word count: 2.8k warnings: reader wears heels but is gn!, one half-way suggestive comment at the end.

Truth be told, there are absolutely zero reasons why you should be walking up these stairs. Okay, there are absolutely zero good reasons why you should be here. There are some, well a few – okay, there is only one bad reason why your heels are making noises trying to find a certain irritating doctor.

But, you cannot be blamed. Rather, you should not be blamed. Signing up to be a harbinger or being picked to fill in the eight position, it meant blame. You are to be blamed for your allegiance, you are to be blamed as the future destroyers of the old world, and, of course, you are to be blamed as the helper of calamity in the eyes of your enemies.

However, your family did not blame you for that specific choice. They were happy. Becoming a harbinger was just another step in them gaining domination on the social ladder. The closer you are to the wishes of your ruler, the closer you are to the grace and benevolence she extends. And, if the mirror of history reflects back on you as one of those who stood by her side – it will reflect power. The consequences or missions that became successful or fell apart will only come secondary.

If your focus is power that serves grace and idyllic ice – that means you are power. And, by extent, it means your family grows more powerful for every good mission you complete; grows in social standing for every fear you manage to strike into someone’s bones.

However, you think there is just one thing you should be grateful for when it comes to having this position. Others do not notice it, but you certainly do. Since your family wanted domination over other families, it meant they wanted domination over you. When you really think about it – it spreads like poison. If they raise you from the start to fear them, you will never disobey. If you blossom, it will be because they shaped your thorns and leaves to suit their tastes – they shaped you to bloom on their terms and on their soil. Disobeying them became impossible, but thanks to the benevolence of ice – you found freedom.

That freedom did not come easy. Being allowed to choose your own meals was a grace you never had before. Being allowed to steal Dottore’s pudding because he did not want it showed you how other humans live. Holding hands with Columbina while she walked down a dark corridor and hearing her sing for simple joy were things you swore to never take lightly again. Capitano giving you a nod and a ‘job well done’ showed you how ‘normal’ people congratulate others. Your family always said ‘You satisfied us’ no matter how much trial and turbulation you put in. All of these simple freedoms made you know larger ones.

The freedom to leave this nation and go to another one. The freedom of sitting in a simple restaurant with your shoulders slouched and drinking mint tea became insurmountable in your mind.

But, as these simple freedoms added up to your heart and spirit; to the very fabric of your soul; so did your simple rebellion against those that forced you to bloom on their terms. They found faults in you but in reality, there was very little they could do to stop it.

It made you too careless – too proud. They were smart and they managed to lure you into a trap you would only describe as the most intricate of webs inside an illusionary dream. They hooked you because you got prideful. Cornered you with another decision you would have to listen to.

And, in the end, it led you here. Led you to having to seek out a man who said you were ‘pretty pathetic and without grace’ just for taking the pudding he did not want to eat. Nobody annoyed you more that Dottore did when it came to the harbingers. But, nobody else came to mind when you thought of ways to solve this problem.

You had to give it to him – for how annoying he was, he was also efficient in everything he did. What other harbinger returned with two gnoses instead of one? How insufferable!

There is one good reason you are walking up these stairs to get to his lab. Just one. Your freedom.

“We understand that you are a Harbinger.” “What a grammatical mistake. I am a Lord Harbinger – your Lord Harbinger.”

When you climbed the stairs, his obnoxious servants offered you tea and made you sit at a small, circular table.

“We will not apologize because we assure you that what you consider a mistake is our order. We serve Lord Dottore – the Doctor – we do not serve you or any of the other harbingers. While we respect you, we do not bow down to you. Lord Second is a very peculiar man you see. We respect you, but we do not bow down to you.” “Are you saying he ordered you to only refer to him as a lord?” “No, but, it was heavily implied based on previous happenstance.”

You took a sip of the gray concoction. These people were too used to mixing potions and elixirs that you were not sure if that should explain the bad taste of this tea, or, if it should only make it more confusing.

“It is so clear which harbinger you serve. You are almost as annoying as he is with all of your peculiar words and behavior.”

They did not reply to the direct nature of your insults. They did not even flinch. You suppose nobody could be more creative with their insults than Dottore. That made your current predicament more unnerving. This gray concoction did not help considering how old it had gotten. There was nothing that could soothe your nerves. If he called you pathetic and without grace for taking pudding he did not want, what would he say to your next request? What creative spin would his wit grace you with now?

All you could do was wait until he was finished with his current experiment. Nobody ever visited his lab like this…perhaps he would be glad to see you? You should definitely show a big interest in his current work to soften him up just a bit before asking for your favor. It should help, right?

The door to his lab opens once you are on your second slice of a semi-stale strawberry cake. The air it sends your way makes you get goosebumps all over. You don’t dare imagine how cold it actually was inside that room nor how long he spent in it. But, to your lovely surprise, he looks clean. Looks like this experiment was different than the usual ones. Yes! You could lead with that and win him over!

“Well, Doctor, looks like this experiment was different than the usual ones.”

Dottore stands still after closing the door as if surprised by your voice. Then he throws on the usual smirk as he takes off his gloves and makes his way towards you.

“Ah, look who is here. A lost kitten it would seem. I would ask to what do I owe the pleasure but all of you are the same.”

The eloquent servant from earlier puts down a chair for him across from you. It is of higher quality. Another one brings Dottore his warm tea and you can see the strawberry cake on his plate is fresh when compared to yours. How clearly but subtly they show favoritism impresses you even in such a situation. You would never ask this of your subordinates but everyone has their rules. Dottore sits down and rises his eyebrow.

“Tell me what you need and be quick about it. I can’t promise I will decide to help you but you can ask.”

Ah, here it is, the moment you have been dreading. The cold gray mixture in your ornamental cup suddenly seems like the most delicious thing to drink if only to avoid his inquiry. Your freedom is on the line. How will you save it if you do not even feel free to ask Dottore to help your cause?

Instead of taking one sip, you take three and Dottore finds it amusing to see you squirm. The signs of your nervousness are so subtle that his servants miss them but he can clearly tell you would constantly hit the tiles with your heel by bouncing your leg if only he was present.

“Well, I called you a kitten but it seems like the cat has got your tongue. If you are here to ask for some pudding, I am afraid that they did not serve it today.”

Asshole. It is better than being called pathetic but by what price?

“Dottore, I need to…”

You remembered that his other servants were still in this room.

“Are you unaware you aren’t allowed to attend the meetings of your lords? Scram.”

Dottore had to hold in a laugh at your authoritative display. They would not leave just because you said it. They dispersed once Dottore moved his head in the direction of the door.

“I suppose you are not here to take any sweets considering how serious this matter is for you.”

There it is. You are bouncing your leg. He can’t hear it but he can see the way the tablecloth moves ever so slightly on your side. What could be troubling you so? Seeking him out is usually the last line of resistance for most people – harbingers especially. It means that they are not strong enough on their own.

“I have something very important to ask you.” “That has been obvious all this time. So why don’t you go ahead and say it?”

Asshole. He could at least give you a bit more time. Maybe his experiment went sour? So he has no patience for you? No, just him drinking tea here means he is patient and giving you time.

Your leg begins to bounce in a more noticeable way. Your desire for freedom is tied to the way your heart beat quickens. Your pulse and eyes that blink more while looking at the horrible – tasteless – gray matter in front of you are all signals to show how hard this is. But, with your freedom on the line – you force yourself to dare and ask this sarcastic man for help.

“Dottore, you need to hear me out.” “And what have I been doing so far, exactly, If not that?” “Just.. just, listen, just answer my next question and don’t talk until I ask it, okay!?”

Dottore scoffs but finds it too intriguing to stop you.

“To be honest, I need you to do me a big favor.”

He does not say anything.

“You may be..familiar..with my particular circumstances when it comes to my family and how they raised me. The whole tyranny of it all if you will.”

Dottore knows. Obviously he does.

“Well, recently, by their words – I have been acting out and they found a solution to make me return to the way I was before. And I need you to do me a favor to make sure they don’t have their way.”

Here it comes. The moment you have been dreading over. Surely you have to act quick but even now it does not come easy to just say the request. The request is too much. He will reject you surely. But, you still have to ask! Those who do not ask, get no answers. Those who do not seek, get lost before they begin. You have to do it. You simply must!

“Dottore…” are some pipes leaking somewhere? Or is that just the sound of your ears ringing from being this nervous?

“Please, please, crash my wedding next weekend!”

As you say it – the sound in your ears stops. The leaking is suddenly no more. Everything goes quiet and seconds feel way longer than they usually would. Dottore isn’t saying anything. You closed your eyes when asking him so you must look like a fool. But, that is simply a normal reaction to fear. His rejection would clearly be shown on his face immediately. Nobody can blame you for prolonging the answer like this.

But, Dottore isn’t saying anything. And, when you open one of your eyes in hesitation, he throws his head back laughing. It reminds you of a small child who just heard the silliest joke in their life. Kids on playgrounds look like him. You have never seen him this joyful. He might be laughing at you but the sound causes you to open up both of your eyes and to take him in. To take in the joy he is radiating. Even if it is at your expense.

“You have a wedding next weekend? Your wedding? And you are asking me to crash it?”

Dottore continues to laugh and he covers his mouth with his hand. Courtesy, you think. The laughter dies down and he removes it once it is over.

“My apologies. This was simply just too unexpected for me to hear.”

You can see his shoulders move up and it is clear he is trying not to snicker.

“I am glad something made you laugh truly for once but it really isn’t that funny! My freedom is on the line here!” “And you suppose your freedom will be saved by letting it entangle with a man such as myself? On your wedding day nonetheless? What an interesting world you have going on in that brain of yours.” “Are you agreeing or not? I need to know as soon as possible.” “Why the rush? Oh, it is only in a matter of few days after all. Who is the lucky fellow?” “Some schmuck from another family my parents are fond of.” “Wow, not even a name?” “The name does not matter. What matters is that you crash it and I can remain free.” “Ohh, quite the big prize you are after. Your freedom. For heaven’s sake, you are a harbinger. You can say no.” “It isn’t as easy as that you blue-haired-iduolon—uhm, I mean, you brilliant researcher. I can’t simply say no. They would find another man to throw my way who would work for their cause.” “And you think me crashing your wedding would prevent that?” “Of course it would! Everyone knows your reputation! Not even they would dare to challenge me if you crash the wedding and show interest in me.” “Show interest in you? You might have to pay an even bigger price. Crashing a wedding is one favor. Showing interest in you is a completely different one. What? Should I pretend to be your obsessive lover who cannot believe the charade?” “…Could you?” “Could I? It is indeed possible to do that with my talents but…would I? That is a completely different matter altogether.”

For whatever reason when your shoulders slouch you find that touching the surface of the gray tea with your index finger seems like an appropriate thing to do at this moment.

“Ugh…then I need to think of another way to get out of this predicament. I have no desire to be controlled again.” “No human being does I suppose.” “Your wisdom is not helping after you just rejected my request you know.” “Ah, you wound me with such a cold tone. It was rather cute when you were begging for my help.” “I never begged. I simply asked.” “Maybe that was your mistake. I do love to see people begging me to do them a favor nobody else can. Shouldn’t you know that by now?” “….How twisted can you be?” “So twisted that you would think of me first for your absurd idea. Isn’t that in fact what brought you here?” “…You were just waiting to use that one weren’t you?”

You sigh once. You sigh a second time. And just when you think it is all over – Dottore slides the plate with his fresh cake in front of you. Maybe this is his consolation? People like him are never good at expressing it a regular way.

“It isn’t pudding you always steal but it should do the trick.” “Thanks….But I won’t get on my knees to beg for your help with this. I already did more than enough.”

Dottore hums.

“You are right. That can wait after I help you. You need to show me your gratitude somehow after all.”

Your whole face lights up. You stand up from your chair and it is so sudden that your hand touches the soft cake instead of the table.

“Do you really mean it Dottore? Do you?!”

He can’t help but be amused by you. Dottore takes out his handkerchief and holds your hand. He wipes off the frosting and the strawberry pieces very slowly. He always looks focused on his tasks and for whatever reason the display makes you cold hands heat up.

“Settle down. I just think crashing a wedding might be fun. And, you would have to repay your debt anyway. Surely, those two are enough to excite me for some time.”

a/n: Thank my professor who made us mad cus I could use the time from him not deciding to let us in online to write this piece

#genshin impact #dottore x reader #favoniuslibrary #genshin x reader #il dottore #zandik x reader #genshin imagines #not om #not rook's bow

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Let The Light In | Joel Miller x reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: woohoo ch 4!!! I almost posted this from work I was so excited to get it out there. Once again thank you to everyone who's reading, literally come over here and gimme a kith ^3^ Masterlist

Chapter 4

You spent the rest of the day waiting for the call. Around 9:30 pm, you laid in bed, phone in hand, just staring at it. No matter how many possibilities you ran through, you truly had no idea what Joel was going to say. That can never happen again? Let’s just forget about it? Let’s hook up? Yeah right. There was no way he was interested in you like that. He was probably just into… casual making out? You pictured him doing the same with a random woman in a bar while you were at his house watching Sarah. The image didn’t quite fit. He didn’t seem like someone who would go for casual… but then again, it’s not like you knew him that well–

You jumped at the shrill ringing of your phone, fumbling and nearly dropping it on your face. You answered with an enthusiastic, “Hi!” grimacing as soon as it left your mouth. You sure sounded excited over a phone call that was likely going to end in disaster.

“Hey darlin’, how’re you doin’?” He sounded like he was in a good mood, as if there was absolutely nothing pressing to discuss.

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“I’m quite alright, thinkin’ about you.”

So what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Against your better judgement, you went the flirty route, “Yeah? Been doing that a lot lately, or what?”

He chuckled, running a hand over his face. You didn’t even know how much of a hold you had on him. “Yeah, you do it to me darlin’.”

You were sure you had the biggest, dumbest smile on your face.

He asked if you’d eaten dinner, you told him about your favorite takeout spot. He talked about about a restaurant nearby with similar food, and you pressed the receiver closer to your ear. Even through the phone, his voice reverberated through your chest warmly. Warm and smooth like a good wine, you thought. With enough, you could get drunk on it.

“You mind looking after Sarah tomorrow evening? We’ve got a job that I think will run late.”

“Yeah, no problem!”

“Thank you darlin’, sorry for the short notice.”

While he talked about the job he and his crew would be working on, you stared absentmindedly at the friendship bracelet Sarah made you. The brightly colored strings created a sunset gradient. You used the same colors but a different pattern for hers.

You grew more anxious as you sensed the conversation winding down. You knew it was coming. He was surely letting you down easy with the small talk this whole time. In a matter of minutes you’d officially be too embarrassed to look him in the eye ever again. If you were lucky, he might just fire you.

“Alright darlin’, I don’t wanna keep you up too late. You have a good night now.”

You automatically returned the good night, because you didn’t know what the hell else you were supposed to say. Sure, you could've brought it up yourself, but-

As soon as he hung up, you rolled over and smashed your face into the pillow, groaning. You figured he’d want to pretend like it never happened, but not like that.

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You tried not to think about Joel the next day, which was a nearly impossible feat. Your mind constantly slipped back to the feeling of him holding you, so insulated from the world in his arms.

It was a mellow evening with Sarah. You cooked your homemade macaroni and cheese and forced her to have a serving of broccoli. The first time you made this recipe for her, she instantly declared it was her favorite food. And she wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the broccoli too, only the way you made it.

She finished the bracelet she promised her dad she’d make for him. It had the same sunset colors as yours and her own, but with a more complicated looking pattern.

By the time Joel got home, Sarah was in bed and you were on the couch, homework splayed out over the coffee table. You tried your best to look concentrated.

He kicked off his boots, “Sarah good today?”

“As always.”

He made his way over to the fridge, and you watched as he cracked open a beer. “You want one?” he offered.

You bit your lip, “I kinda do, but I’m hoping to finish this paper tonight.”

“What’s it for?”

“Philosophy.”

“You’re gonna need one,” he popped open another bottle, then sauntered over and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

You chuckled, taking a long swig, enjoying the coolness of it. You weren’t much of a beer person, but by the taste of it, Joel didn’t buy the shitty stuff.

He sat next to you, the couch cushion dipping, practically urging you to lean into his side. You chose not to.

You didn’t mean to drink your beer as quickly as you did, it just happened since you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself. You could hardly concentrate on your paper with Joel next to you, and you didn’t know what to say, so you just kept busy by drinking. The warmth that bloomed in your belly was enough to ward off the anxiety jitters.

Joel wondered if you were a lightweight when he noticed how your cheeks glowed pink. You looked so pretty, you pulled a smile from him without even trying, without even knowing. Your eyes were trained on a book sitting open on the table, but it didn’t seem like you were reading. He could only wonder what was going on in your head. As for himself, he was a simple man: he’d been dying in the heat all day, and the only thing he wanted was a beer and his girl.

In the back of his mind, it worried him how possessive of you he suddenly was. But in the front of his mind, his full attention was on the way your lips were wrapped around the bottle, neck exposed as you finished off your drink.

“Thanks,” you said simply. You wouldn’t look at him.

“Course.” He studied your demeanor for a moment, then continued in hopes of getting you more conversational, “You know, somewhere in there I got a recipe book for cocktails and all the stuff for it. Haven’t used it in a long time, think I should break it out again?”

“I do like a tequila sunrise,” you bit your knuckle.

Noted. “You like margaritas?”

You hummed in affirmation. Still not even twitching in his direction.

Time to quit the telepathy attempts, staring at you wasn’t getting him anywhere. He grabbed your chin, making your doe eyes look right at him, “What else do you like?”

No way to avoid his gaze now. You answered, wondering if he was even still talking about drinks, “Don’t know. Haven’t tried much else, guess I don’t go out enough.”

His thumb rubbed along your jaw. “Don’t mean to interrogate ya, but,” he threw back the rest of his beer and quickly set it down, shifting toward you on the couch, “what’s got you all shy?”

You froze, and you could’ve sworn even your blood stopped flowing. You found your voice, but not the words to go with it, “I- I just, I don’t know, I thought-“ you let out an exasperated sigh, “Nevermind. You’re right, we should just pretend like it never happened.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Who said we were doin’ that?”

You stared at him, fighting to keep the words from spilling out and making a bigger mess, “I thought… since we didn’t talk about yesterday, you’d rather just forget about it.”

He was stunned that you’d even think that. He made you think that? Well… what else were you supposed to think? Your only experience was with idiot boys doing one thing and meaning another. Of course you’d be confused, he was screwing around kissing his kid’s babysitter and leaving with no explanation. Knowing he needed to right this immediately, he released your chin and took your face into his hands, “No, no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear with you. Forgettin’ about it is the last thing I want.”

You looked up at him, eyes full of sweetness and youth and too-good-for-him. He knew it was selfish to want you, to rob you of regular college relationships and get you tangled up with a single dad. But who was he, if not a selfish man at heart?

He leaned in and captured your lips.

You could hardly believe it. Had he wanted this – you – the whole time? Him kissing you in your apartment yesterday wasn’t just some weird way of consoling you? Now that you thought about it, it was almost laughable how much doubt you let seep into your mind, when it was really so simple. You two fucking kissed. And now you were kissing again, and it felt like you’d gotten a second chance at life. And yet your hands remained frozen in your lap, aching to touch him, but still afraid of taking it too far. Whatever that meant at this point.

He whispered against your lips, “There’s no need to be shy, baby.”

You readily took that as permission to let go of your worries. Your lips melded together again as you freed your hands to roam his chest and shoulders. Those broad shoulders that you wished would just engulf you already. You drew his bottom lip between your teeth, feeling how the corners of his mouth tugged upwards.

“There you go,” he encouraged.

You were obsessed with the way his lips slotted so perfectly against yours. With the size of his hands as they pulled you closer. The heat radiating off his body.

A few sheets of paper noisily fell from the coffee table, making him break the kiss. He set them back in their place. “Sorry darlin’, I’m distracting you from your work.”

“It’s not getting done tonight,” you crawled over him.

His hands found their place on your hips, eagerly squeezing. You hungrily took his tongue into your mouth, shamelessly delighted at the way it swirled. You were hovering over him, but he pushed your hips down until you were sat on his thigh. His heart quickened as you rested your weight on him. He had to remind himself to not press his fingers into your flesh too hard. But it was just hard enough to have you struggling to keep your composure.

He said breathlessly, “Let me take you out.”

You paused, thinking you hadn’t heard him correctly, “What?”

His confidence wavered, but he wouldn't back out now. “Let me take you out on a date.”

You pulled further away to get a good look at him, “You want to?”

“Of course I do,” his brows furrowed, “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged. Truthfully, you thought even if this thing advanced, he’d treat you more as a side piece. Not in a disrespectful way, you just didn’t expect him to… date you. You were babysitting his kid, and way younger than him, and those were just the two biggest reasons. You thought he wouldn’t be interested in anything as time consuming and emotionally investing as dating, especially not dating you.

The sound of a door opening made you two practically jump away from each other. No one emerged from the hall, but there was another sound of a door opening and closing. Joel sighed quietly in relief, “She’s just going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll get out of here,” you stood and quickly gathered your things.

He grabbed your hand, “Hey, I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow. And shoot me a text when you get home.”

“I will,” you promised, and without giving yourself another second to hesitate, sealed it with a kiss. You almost wanted to laugh in disbelief. A goodnight kiss, like you were together or something.

It hit you on the drive home. No fucking way. You and Joel fucking Miller just made out on his couch like fucking teenagers, and he asked you out. What kind of date was this going to be? Classic dinner and a movie? Fancy wine and dine? Something more outside the box and spontaneous? It excited you to think about how little you still knew about him, and how much more you’d soon find out.

Chapter 5

Masterlist

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou game #joel the last of us #joel tlou

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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How would the harem react to a reader that is already happliy married? Has this been answered yet??

This has not been answered! We’ve had wedding crashes but not home wreckers!

Gender neutral!

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Home Wrecker edition

Orochi Katsumi

Katsumi is your childhood friend. Someone you’ve known all your life. But for some reason you were completely ignorant to his obvious feelings for you. It doesn’t go over well when you marry someone else. Katsumi is married to you in his head (he is delusional as hell). He doesn’t care about your spouse at all. You’re married to him. You are his. What do you mean him and you are just friends? You invite him over all the time for meals? Your spouse is your friend, not him. Arguing with him about it only makes it worse because he is willing to do anything to make it a reality (and so are his parents). An accident may happen to your spouse and they’re out of the picture. So now you have your wonderful, loving husband!

Kaioh Retsu

Retsu will plant little seeds of doubt in your relationship because he is your best friend. Your spouse has been spending an awful lot of time on their phone lately… do you think they’re talking to someone else? He will do the same to your spouse as well. He will point other people out to them and get them to have a wandering eye. Then he will have you catch it. He is the driving force behind your divorce and also the one who comforts you. No one can ever love you as much as he does.

Hanayama Kaoru

Hanayama is someone you met while bar tending. He was the regular that was always over dressed and tipped you a lot. He didn’t speak to you much but you always felt his eyes on you. It unnerved you form how intense his state was.

The first time he spoke to you, he asked how long you’ve been married. You answered politely that you married your long term partner. This man then pulls out a picture of your spouse from his suit jacket and slides it across the counter towards you. He tells you they owe the yakuza a large amount of money and that they haven’t paid a dime so he was going to have to kill them. He gives you an ultimatum. Divorce your spouse and marry him or become a widow. You chose your to divorce your spouse for their safety, unaware that Hanayama completely lied about your spouse having a debt to him. He just couldn’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else other than him

Jack Hanma

You’re the host/hostess at a restaurant he frequents. You always greet him with a smile, completely unfazed by his intimidating appearance and standoffish personality. Sometimes you ask about his day or how he’s been. He grew attached to you over time. He freaked out when he hasn’t seen you for a week, he was worried something happens to you because he’s been around you lately.

Turns out you had gotten married because he saw the ring on your finger when he returned. His world crashed down on him. He was really upset. He absolutely destroyed an abandoned warehouse when he left the restaurant but he wasn’t going to harm your marriage. He wanted you to be happy and he knew he couldn’t offer you a stable life

It’s when you come to work crying one day and he overheard you telling your coworkers about trouble in paradise. Your spouse had a p*rn addiction and they didn’t touch you much. How could they not want to touch you? Jack would kill to be able to touch you. Safe to say they got a visit from Jack and you were served divorce papers not long after that. Guess who was there for you the moment you became single? Jack Hanma. He was standing outside your job with a bouquet of roses. The man has been waiting for his chance and he was ready to pounce

Baki Hanma

You were the shoulder he cried on when Kozue dumped him. He was so distraught and lost but you comforted him much like an older sibling would. You offered him shelter in your home and picked him back up. He fell for you originally as a rebound but it became more as you took care of him in ways he’s never been taken care of (familiar love). You made him meals, made sure he drank enough water, and rested enough (mommy/ daddy issues). Baki deluded himself into believing the two of you are in a relationship. He didn’t take kindly to you calling him little bro, just call him Baki!

. Imagine his surprise finding out you were married to a military spouse. He was super upset because someone else was disrupting your time together. He decides to challenge your spouse to a fight. If he wins, he gets to be with you and if your spouse wins, he will leave. He won by a landslide but you were upset with him. Don’t you see? You two were perfectly happy before they showed up? Can’t the two you go back to that? To your own little world without anyone else?

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I'm not sure if you have a character request limit but I couldn't help myself with the fluff! Could we get some headcanons on how the following characters would propose?: Yamai, Eiji, Ebina, Tomi, and Sawashiro? Thank you in advance! 💚

Oh brother, I'm sensitive af bc pre-period hormones do be hitting like that and the cuteness of it all actually made me tear up 😭😭

Yutaka Yamai

See, normally that wouldn’t be his thing. Either you propose or he’s most likely not gonna do it himself. Last time he tried to follow his heart and do something for someone he was in love with, he was framed for murder and had to flee to Hawaii, for fuck’s sake! If you proposed though, he would say yes 100%.

In the very odd case that he took the initiative and proposed though, it’s gonna take him so much mental preparation beforehand. It’s gonna be nothing fancy; no out in public, no expensive restaurants, no one but you and him. Probably at home, doing something so mundane as watching a movie while he hugs you from the back so it’s harder for you to make eye contact.

It’s one of the only times that you can think of that he’s had trouble getting the words out. His confession won’t be anything too fancy either; he’s gonna go straight to the point and tell you how it is. He loves you, he wants to be with no one else and wants you in his life forever, so... Would you marry him?

Eiji Mitamura

A fucking wreck of a guy. Cause first of all, in his head, after everything he’s done and after serving his time, there is no way you’d want to marry him, even if he is trying to change. Of all the people in the world, why would you pick the guy who was willing to hurt a child, manipulated and blackmailed a woman, faked a disability to garner sympathy and has endured public humiliation ever since? Sure, you saw something in him (though he doesn’t know what, exactly), but you wouldn’t be willing to go that far, would you?

You know he’s got something eating him up, but he brushes it off whenever you ask him. So, you just let him sort out his thoughts himself and come to you when he feels ready. It’s not easy though, because you know he’s beating himself up over something that probably is fucking ridiculous.

Well, no, it wasn’t fucking ridiculous after all: he wanted to fucking propose, but didn’t know how. It’s super simple, and could barely even qualify as a proper proposal; he didn’t buy a ring, he didn’t get down on one knee, he just totally broke down over dinner one night when you asked if he was okay and he told you everything. He loves you, he wants to be with you forever, but how realistic is that? With all the baggage he has, why would you want to be with him over someone more... less like him? Of course, he would love it if you said yes, but... you don't have to feel forced to accept, or anything! You’d probably have to kiss him to make him shut up and then say your piece.

Masataka Ebina

Pulls out all the stops to the point that you can see him coming a mile away. Not that he cares—only the best of the best for you, obvious as he may make it look. If you outright ask him if he has something planned for tonight though, he’ll just smile it off and say, “Why don’t you mind your own business for now, huh sweetheart?”

Kind of a stereotypical, picture-perfect proposal when you think about it. Fancy restaurant, people around to watch, the ring with the fattest diamond he could find at the jewelry shop. You bet there are also candles and expensive wine, and of course he is going to pay for the meal, so order to your heart’s content.

Probably prepared a whole fancy speech as well. Absolutely no shame to spout all that in public whatsoever either—he can tell you are going to say yes regardless of how he confesses, he’s kind of a cocky son of a bitch in that regard, but he wanted to make it extra special for you anyway. Besides, you gotta give these people a good show, right?

Eric Tomizawa

This guy proposed once, yeah. But seriously, do you think he has any idea whatsoever on how to do it a second time? It’s like his brain short-circuits and suddenly Tomi.exe has stopped working. You ask him how he proposed to Marie? Oh, he remembers it all down to the last detail. But he’s not about to do the same thing for you. He’s not so lame that he will reuse a whole proposal.

You can kinda tell he’s plotting something behind your back. He gets startled and denies it very vehemently when you ask if there is something wrong. So vehemently, in fact, that you can tell he’s lying. He is not a very convincing liar to begin with, but the way he scratches at the back of his neck and his laugh gets all high-pitched is pretty telltale.

All-out, public proposals are not his thing, so no fancy restaurants in his agenda. He will, however, take you out on a date first, then offer to go for some ice cream, then a walk down at Aloha Beach to finish off. Pretty sunset, nice weather, and then he’s down on one knee. Sure, the ring is nothing fancy, but it’s all he could afford with his taxi driver income, and it is pretty regardless. He’s all nervous and stumbles on his words a few times, but that just makes it a more 'Tomi' proposal.

Jo Sawashiro

You thought Yamai was closed off? Try this guy. First off, he thinks he’s too old to be getting married at this point. Then again, he really does love the feeling you bring to him—it’s an inner peace he’s never felt before, and why lie... it makes him feel good. But honestly, how do you propose at this stage of life? He never even proposed to Ikumi, they only lived together, so it’s not like he has previous experience to go off of.

It’s very likely that it won’t be a proposal per se. You’ll just be lying down in bed after making love one night, and when he thinks you are sleeping, he’ll kinda... blurt it out. A simple enough “God, I want to marry you”. He gets soft after making love (not just fucking, but when it’s deliberately softer, more gentle) like that, sentimental even.

As it turns out, you were not asleep. You kinda scare the shit out of him when your eyes pop open right after he says that. It’s late at night, but really, you’re gonna have to talk things through right now or else, he’ll just go back to his closed-off self in the morning and pretend it never happened out of embarrassment. You want to marry him too, no matter what he’s done or how old he thinks he is for it. He can buy you the cheapest ring at the shop, or no ring at all, and you would still want to marry him.

#ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon infinite wealth #lad infinite wealth #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza headcanons #yutaka yamai #eiji mitamura #eric tomizawa #masataka ebina #jo sawashiro #.txt #anon ask

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💚~ watched jjk clips on yt and guess what? im thirsting over maki zenin again. why are animated women and irl women so beautiful bro. so here’s a little fic🥰

also happy may! school year is almost over and i couldn’t be more eager

this is x black!reader simply because i feel like it. <33 to my black followers y’all are the love of my life

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ black fem!reader, fluff<33

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 <𝟑

🗒 🍀❛ summary~ you, the gang, nanami, and satoru are all out celebrating your one hundredth successful mission when maki gets a little too caught up in the moment. <33 ༉‧₊˚✧

Today was perfect.

The atmosphere was cheerful, the sky was sunny, and everybody was in a good mood- which was more than you could say most of the time. Except for Nanami- but that was to be expected. With Gojo having forced him to be there, of course he’d be sour.

The whole gang was at a beautiful outdoor restaurant called Restaurant Luke in Tokyo, an Italian joint. The first years, including you, had completed your fiftieth successful mission and decided to go out to celebrate. Gojo had rented out the entire sky lounge, and now here you all were, enjoying your freshly served food on the very roof of the place.

While before the food had been served everyone had been casually chatting, now it was silent as each and every one of you stared at Itadori in horror as he devoured his pasta from his plate before any of you had even picked up any utensils. His face wasn’t even visible behind the flying noodles, spraying tomato sauce all over you and Nobara, who had a beseeching look on her face as she scooted closer to you as much as possible in a futile attempt to avoid the mess. It was only after this has gone on for about two minutes and Itadori had already inhaled half the plate that he finally noticed that nobody else had even started eating. Confused, Itadori lifted his head from his plate and glanced around at the shocked faces before him. “What’re you all looking at me like that for?”

Nobara instantly went off. “Are you stupid? You just sprayed tomato sauce all over me and Y/N! The rest of us haven’t even touched our food yet?”

Itadori was quick to retort. “How is that my fault? If the food is good, I’m going to eat it!”

“And they’re off,” Megumi muttered from the other side of you. Quietly, he picked up his fork and began eating as well.

Gojo, leaning against the railing on the ledge of the area, was already cracking up while Nanami simply stared at the childish man from the corner of his eye. “Itadori, how did you even manage to get Nobara and Y/N that messed up?”

Itadori was defensive. “I didn’t mean to!”

Toge, sitting across the table from Itadori, looked apathetically from him to you and Nobara before simply saying, “Bonito flakes,” in an exasperated tone and delicately picking up his eating utensils.

Maki arched a brow at the mess Itadori had made of you and Nobara. “You guys know we literally just got here, right?”

“Okay, okay.” You stood up from your seat, pushing your food back from the edge of the table. “It’s fine. I’m just going to go clean off a bit.”

Nobara got up too, although more abruptly. “Yeah, me too. Thanks to him, Y/N and I look like we just slaughtered a pig.”

“That’s enough from you two,” Nanami cut in with a bored but firm tone before Itadori could respond. “Nobara, Y/N, go clean up and we’ll see you back in a moment.”

With that, the two of you went off, climbing down the stairs and heading inside of the restaurant to the bathroom. You both positioned yourselves in front of the sink, turning on the faucet and wetting paper towels to clean your skin and clothes off with.

“Ugh, no way Itadori got that shit in my hair,” Nobara groaned, annoyed. She ran the wet paper towel through her strands of brown hair roughly.

“Yeah, try getting it in your eyelashes,” you added, rubbing the paper towel over your eye with a frown. “Is it just me, or does Itadori have some really weird eating habits?”

Nobara sighed. “Between eating like a two-year-old and the fingers he also ate, it isn’t just you…”

You both finally managed to get the sauce from your clothes and body, tossing the paper towels into the trash can as you both headed out, although your hair was a bit damp and your clothes still had faint stains on them. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice when you two came back to the group. Everyone was eating now, and Itadori was not-so-subtly stealing meatballs from Nobara’s unattended plate.

“Itadori, get the hell away from my plate, you vulture!” Nobara rushed to her seat and swatted Itadori’s hand away, who put on a childish pout. “But I’m hungry!”

“Then maybe don’t devour your entire plate within two minutes next time,” Maki intoned dryly.

With a good-natured eye roll, you decided to get out of Nobara and Itadori’s way, instead going to stand beside Maki. You two had been dating for a few months now, but you’d been keeping it private because you both knew how your colleagues (and occasionally teachers, in Gojo’s case) acted.

Luckily, before Nobara and Itadori could start up again, a waitress appeared at your table, holding a basket of breadsticks in her hand. “How are you all enjoying your food?” she asked brightly.

Itadori instantly turned to face her. “It’s great!” Then he noticed the breadsticks she was holding. “Are those for us?” You could practically see the hunger in his eyes.

The waitress nodded cheerfully. “As a matter of fact, they are! Here you go.” She set the basket on the table, and it was all Megumi and Nobara could do to hold Itadori back from pouncing on the bread. Gojo seemed to find the whole display very amusing, while Nanami’s deadpan expression remained unchanged.

“I’m glad you all are finding your food satisfactory.” The waitress smiled and began to head back downstairs- but she made the mistake of passing by Gojo, and by the look in his eye you could tell he wasn’t up to any good.

“You know…” he leaned down to look at her name tag, purposely getting close to fluster the waitress, “You look absolutely gorgeous in that uniform.”

The waitress seemed caught off guard, but smiled anyway- and the second you saw the pink appear on her cheeks, you knew it was over. “Wow, that’s very kind of you…”

Nobara and Itadori may have been occupied with one another at the moment, but the rest of you were cringing into your capellini. The man really didn’t have any shame.

Despite the death stares the white-haired man was receiving from either end of the table, Gojo wasn’t done yet. “But you know what you’d look even more beautiful in?” He paused for dramatic effect. “My arms.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Megumi muttered, averting his eyes from the scene. Inumaki simply raised a brow, while the dark shadow over Nanami’s face in that moment made him look genuinely scary.

The waitress was about to respond, but Nanami grabbed Gojo’s arm and yanked him abruptly back from the embarrassed waitress. “That’s enough out of you, Satoru. Stop flirting with the workers, you idiot, they have jobs to do.”

The waitress glanced at Nanami before scurrying off, and Gojo tugged his arm from Nanami’s grasp before letting out an exaggerated groan. “Look, Nanamin, just because you don’t have any game does r mean you need to throw me off of mine.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

“Oh, my god.” You buried your face in Maki’s neck, who laughed a little at your reaction and absently gave you what should’ve been a simple peck on the lips. But when you looked up again, the whole group seemed to have eyes on you.

At first, you were confused, thinking you’d done something weird without noticing. But after a few seconds, you realized: you and Maki had blown your cover.

Shit.

Itadori, as usual, was the first to break the silence, breadsticks seemingly forgotten. “Uh… am I seeing things or did Y/N and Maki just kiss?”

You were at a loss for words. “…maybe?” you answered, offering a sheepish smile.

“You two are together?” Megumi queried. He didn’t seem to feel much about it, he just seemed to want to know.

Maki managed to keep her composure despite the slip-up. “Yep,” she answered airily.

“Tuna,” Inumaki added.

Nobara was also floored. “Huh? You two are dating?!” She stood up from her chair and slammed an open palm down on the table. “And neither of you told me? For how long?!”

You stared at her hand on the table for a moment before tentatively looking back up at her. “Um… please relax.”

“Well?!”

Maki tossed her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “About eight months. Seriously, Kugisaki, calm down. It’s not that big a de-“

“Eight months?!”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Gojo, as expected, reacted accordingly. “Awww, Maki and Y/N are dating?! That’s just adorable.” The tall man leaned in towards you both with a wide and playful grin, making Maki back up a little. “To be honest, I didn’t think Maki could even have romantic feelings for someone.”

Maki was not amused. “Seriously?”

“Well, why’d you keep it a secret?” Itadori wanted to know.

Now Nanami finally spoke up. “Because clearly you all reacted in a completely sane and mature way. Now can we please just eat our food and stop making more of a spectacle of ourselves than we already have?”

You breathed a sigh of relief at Nanami’s words- Gojo went back to irritating Nanami and flirting with passing waitresses, Nobara and Itadori resumed their usual (mostly) joking banter, and Megumi and Inumaki did just as Nanami said and quietly ate their food. But you were definitely not looking forward to the earful that you and Maki would surely get later from Nobara and Panda…

#jjk x black reader #maki zenin x black reader #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader smut #maki zenin x reader #you x maki #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk headcanons #jjk smau #x black reader #black reader #bhm #black history month

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donnerpartyofone · 6 months

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Twelve years ago today, I had my first date with my husband, who I met on okcupid. It's weird to think about okcupid, it's like the last ambiguously wholesome thing before it felt like all the dating apps divided into sex apps and paid subscription apps like eHarmony that are specifically designed for people who are looking to get married and breed immediately. I got on okcupid about a year after I was finally done with my abusive ex-boyfriend; I always used to think I needed to be with someone as Dark and Fucked UpTM as myself because I hadn't had good luck being understood more normal people, but after living a nightmare for several years, I finally woke up one day thinking, What would it be like to date someone who actually, obviously liked me and was happy to see me? I started to imagine it, and just that made a big difference. One day I opened okcupid and it served me this guy who was way too attractive for me, and who also just seemed really nice and normal. I thought, I don't have anything to offer someone like that, and moved on. However, okcupid showed the guy that I had looked at him, and even though I had taken no action, he reached out. I was still feeling pretty skittish and made him be my pen pal for a pretty long time. Then one day the stranger who stalked me for several years at my old job somehow found my blog; I couldn't figure out how, and it really scared me, and I just dropped all communications with uncertain men in a fit of despair. A while later, like maybe a month or something, my okcupid suitor wrote me a very polite email to tell me that he understands what it usually means when somebody ghosts you online, but he just wants to say that if I ever want to get a cup of coffee or something, he's still interested. I gave in and ordered him to meet me at 2pm on a Sunday, thinking that if we hated each other it could be over in like half an hour. The date lasted about 10 hours, and in reality it never stopped.

Five years ago today, we got married. We liked the idea of getting married on the anniversary of our first date, even though it meant dragging the 20 people who had the least ability to say "no" to a Tuesday wedding. We did it at City Hall, which was really awesome; every kind of person was there, in every kind of dress, all having our big day together. Afterward we put everyone on the ferry to the neighborhood where our reception was, which had become a center of our lives well beforehand. We live there now, as of this autumn. But let me tell you, a ferry ride on a winter night is a great way to see the city, definitely do this if you get the chance.

We've had a really good marriage so far, a big part of which is that we're actually friends. I think a lot of straight people are indoctrinated with ideas about the War of the Sexes, like men and women are natural enemies, it's not normal to be buddies with the opposite sex, and marriage represents an uneasy alliance between arch foes to fulfill the prime directive of the species. It's scary what a common cliche it is, that people in relationships hate each other, that marriage is miserable and a breeding ground for seething hatred, ha ha ha, "This is fine." It really doesn't have to be like that, unless you insist on dogmatically disrespecting people with different genitals from you. And also mutual respect shouldn't be a barrier to hot sex.

Anyway, we're getting ready to go out and see NAPOLEAN, after which we'll go to our favorite restaurant, and then I'll probably force my husband to watch my new favorite movie RED ROOMS to balance out the psycho boy movie with a psycho girl movie. After that, it's none of your beeswax.

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maddipoof · 1 year

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11? 11.

Robin Buckley being a gay disaster! But it all works out. Teeniest, tiniest bit of Steddie being her wingman because I just can't help myself. WC: 1.5k, let me know if a part 2 is in order, I'm more than happy to oblige. CWs: Tiniest implication of homophobia, brief swearing, short mention of bathing in the blood of virgins

After four years, eight plays, three soccer championships, and countless band practices; Robin was finally graduating.

She crossed the stage fairly early, with her head held high and to the cheers of her band friends, soccer friends, friends that saw her through a Russian bunker, and of course her parents. As well as the soft, stifled grin and slow clap of the one girl she could not say one nice word to all four years. Robin smiled back and looked to the floor on the way to her chair.

She let her parents congratulate her and Eddie then sent them on their way, saying Steve offered to drive her back to her party, he hadn’t, but he would anyway. They were both talking, Steve telling her how happy he is that she’s getting out of Hawkins, making her way in the world one PoliSci degree at a time. Eddie came up to tell her the same, also to give all the French girls his number on her semester abroad.

That was until she felt another weight on top of her head. She spun around and had to tilt her head down because of the high heels her mom forced her to wear, which only made both the caps fall off. The other girl caught both of them. “Y/n l/n,” she said it like she was in an old western, coming face to face with her nemesis; at least that’s what Steve and Eddie thought. The rocker whispering to the other that he could almost hear the Ennio Morricone themes rolling now.

“Robin Buckley, I believe this is yours,” she handed the cap back.

“Thank you, you insatiable witch.” Steve was a little taken aback, having never heard Robin talk to someone like that, but the other girl never even flinched.

“I’d much prefer that to being a horrid wench such as yourself.” Eddie was just watching, tagging along for the ride, having seen these interactions for the last 4 years.

“Well, at least I do more with my days then curse people and bathe in the blood of virgins.”

“But I still spare you , couldn’t have your thespian geekiness tainting my bath.” Eddie had to hold Steve, who did not know the definition of the word ‘thespian,’ back from giving this girl a piece of his mind; though Eddie did whisper its actual meaning. “Your friends might not be so lucky. At least they’re not lame and play the stupid trumpet like you,” as their jabs got weaker, so did their voices.

“At least I have friends.”

“I have friends.”

“Not ones you like.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“It has to be somebody’s.”

“Fuck you, Buckley.”

“Well, I’d like you to.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped. No one expected her to say that. Even herself. At least the auditorium was loud enough that no one else heard.

Steve and Eddie took that as their cue to leave.

“Ummm…”

“I should not- I should not have said that. I-um, I’m gonna go-“ she turned to follow Steve and Eddie.

“Wait.” The other girl caught her arm. “Um- I-uh, I’d like to.” She scrunched her face and shook her head. “I mean I-I-I would but, uh, I’d like to take you out.”

“Take me out? You’re a sniper or something now?”

“Can you listen to me? I’m trying to do what I’ve been trying to do since 9th grade.”

“But I’ve wanted to do it since 8th. First come first serve. You should let me do it.”

“No, I already started, don’t interrupt now.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Robin Buckley.”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Will you come see a movie and have dinner with me? Or we can do something else. I know you don’t like loud places. I know this restaurant, very low key, quiet if we go at the right time. Or we could just have a picnic or something?” She was clutching her cap to her chest and Robin was twisting the tassel around in her hands to keep herself from tucking that one piece of hair out of her face.

“You hate the grass, it makes you itchy.”

“I’ll bring a blanket.” They were both talking so softly. Very breathy, stepping closer pretending it was because of the loud gym.

“Bugs,” Robin couldn’t say she entirely believed it was really happening. The biggest crush she’d never told anyone about. Not even Steve, and mostly because she refused to admit it to herself. Probably because it was real and tangible and she was right there that Robin couldn’t believe it could be true.

“I’ll manage,” she’d manage anything for Robin. 4 years of pining, longing, yearning . And hiding it from everyone under the guise of spiteful banter. Now it’s right here, right in front of her. She’ll manage.

“Tomorrow then?” Robin asked.

“Yes. Yeah, absolutely. I’ll bring some stuff, you bring some stuff and I’ll pick you up at 11?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok!” She said a little (a lot) giddy.

“Ok,” Robin said it just the same. “I um, I have to go see my friends but um, yeah tomorrow, 11. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye,” She said it so girl, not girly, just girl. The pitch making it sound like it was three syllables that went up and came back down like a wave pushing to the shore.

“Bye,” Robin didn’t think she said it as pretty as she did. All breathy and light. She thought it was pretty though. She’d hear Robin say ‘bye’ all the time if it meant she got to keep saying hello and hearing that voice.

Robin walked, then skipped and hopped, just a little, back to Steve and Eddie.

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“ God, finally, man. For years I’ve been watching those two dance around each other. Exhausting,” Eddie shoved his cap into Steve’s arms and wiped under his bangs with the back of his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh you didn’t see the two painfully awkward lesbian mating dance they’ve been doing since they were freshmen? Look at them.” Steve turned his head to see Robin fidgeting with the tassel and the other girl, that he’s just now learning about, gripping her cap like a life raft. “You didn’t notice Robin, the absolute worst artist I’ve ever met, can’t even draw a stick figure, take art for four years, eight semesters in a row, just for her. And you didn’t notice someone else paint every set piece, though she claims musicals are ‘the lowest art form?’ Hmm?”

“Obviously not, Munson, I graduated. But why is this the first I’m hearing about her?”

“Hmm, oblivious much? But my guess is, my astute, professional, love-doctor, hypothesis, is that this was such an important thing to Robin that she didn’t want any outside opinions and it was just too real to mess up.” If Max were here, she’d tell him he’s projecting his own emotions onto a secondary situation. Especially with the way he was looking at Steve, not that he’d know since he was focused on watching Robin, and around Robin; giving her space and making sure no one tried anything with her. “Honestly though, I don’t think she knew herself. Don’t take it too hard, Harrington. Maybe you’ll be more observant the next time someone is so obviously in love. You’ll have a million chances, big boy.” Eddie took the cap back, plopped it on Steve’s head, slung his arm over his shoulders, and planted a fat smacking kiss to his cheek, while they watched Robin walk back over with the biggest, dopiest grin on her face.

“So you finally did it?” Eddie asked her.

“Yeeep, well, she did. Um, we’re having a picnic tomorrow.”

“Do you need me to drive you?”

“No, uh she’s gonna pick me up.”

“Oh, a real gentleman,” Eddie teased and turned them all to the door.

Once they were in the parking lot, they saw y/n across the way. She had taken the gown off which left her in what Robin decided was the most gorgeous dress ever. It was a simple sundress really, perfect for the June heat, covered in flowers, but Robin loved it all the same. Robin caught her eye and she waved with the biggest smile. She said something to her friends then ran over to Robin as fast as she could in her missguided heels. “I couldn’t wait to call you later.”

Steve and Eddie stood on either side of them, blocking them from everyone else’s views so she could take Robin's face in her hands. She didn’t kiss her yet, she was going to wait for that. Just held her, looked at her, thanked whatever god made Robin’s mouth faster than her brain that made all this work out. “11.”

“11.”

I'm doing this to quell my sapphic little heart that's too big for my own good, my last relationship (if you can even call it that) went utterly horribly, like so bad (cus she's straight and I don't like being a guinea pig [not that experimenting is a bad thing, just like, let the person know first y'know?]) Anyway, maybe this will manifest a pretty girl into my heart, because as of now I just keep giving her (the fattest crush I've ever had) random things, like a crow or something.....I'm hopeless

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #dell's fics #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley blurb #stranger things one shot #eddie munson is alive #protective steve harrington #Lesbians #sapphic

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bizkitsnuggets · 2 months

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MEMORIES AND SKETCHES.

masterlist.

The teacher talked endlessly as [Y/N] drew small doodles of whale-sharks in her sketchbook mindlessly. She also drew two cigarette sticks purely because she has yet to find out Jotaro's favorite brand.

The girl of course, without realizing, drew a bluefin tuna. This time she didn't draw it just by itself. She added a person, a fisherman. The bluefin tuna was freshly caught and it reminded her of the first time she went on a fishing trip with her father.

She was seven years old at the time and it was late spring. That's usually the time where bluefin tunas become available in the sea of Japan. [Y/N] was the one who asked (forced) her father to take her on a fishing trip and he obviously had no choice but to oblige. He thought it'd be a good idea to show her just how bizarre the ocean world is.

So, there she was, in a boat with her father's crewmate. As they're doing all the work, [Y/N] sits on top of a barrel all cutely. It wasn't until a few moments later that one of her father's crewmates alerted them about some sort of big fish. The girl's father then ushered her to come see.

"Alright kiddo, don't get any closer. Just watch and learn." Her father told her before reeling his fishing rod into the water. Not long after, the rod started to wiggle, startling [Y/N] and her father. "This is it!" he shouted, his crewmate then took some sort of dart with a rope and when the fish was near the boat, he threw it. [Y/N]'s eyes widened as her dad pulled the fish onto the boat.

The fish was humongous, it was almost larger than her dad. "This is the fish they usually use in sushi, kid. It's called bluefin tuna." He extended his hand so the girl could take a better look at it. [Y/N] didn't know if it was the sun that made the fish look so majestic. Never in a million year would she expect herself to call a fish "majestic" but here she is. It was practically shining.

The girl could only look at it with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Her words were taken away from her and her muscles seemed to stop moving. It was the first time she'd seen a fish that big in real life. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit taken aback.

But after that, she never saw a bluefin tuna again. She'd only see it already sliced up and served as food whenever she went out to restaurants.

Well... not until one day, in her second year of Highschool, she had gone to the beach to take pictures of the sunset. She stood by the shore, holding her digital camera up and took a picture of the golden hues.

It was mesmerizing to say the least. Suddenly, she heard a flapping noise beside her. Her head turned to the sound, and to her surprise it was a stranded bluefin tuna. It was flipping around, struggling to get back in the water.

The girl backed up out of surprise. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help, but she wasn't authorized for that and there was a possibility that she could end up hurting the fish. So, [Y/N] did what any sane person would do, she called to the fishermen that were nearby.

It didn't take long before they started running towards her. However, [Y/N] didn't know why, but she felt as if the fish was glowing. She didn't know if it was the radiant hues from the sun, but it was weirdly alluring.

Slowly, she put her hand up as the sound of the shutter camera went off. Suddenly, she felt the urge to look to her side. Again, she didn't know why. And there he was. The infamous troublemaker, Kujo Jotaro. He was a few feet away from her, looking at the sunset.

He was far away enough for him to not notice her but close enough that she could still make out his facial expression. His brows were furrowed, his face as if made of stone. He looked normal, he looked like he would every day at school. That same scowl, that same lidded eyes. But despite that, he looked remorseful.

Oh, after missing fifty days of attendance he's finally back. I wonder what happened.

That day was a core memory for [Y/N]. She never cared for Jotaro, she never spared him a glance. But that evening made her change her opinion on him a bit. He reminded her of the bluefin tuna which was stranded. Jotaro looked lost, stranded. Just like the fish.

"Ms. [L/N]? Ms. [L/N]?" The teacher called out to her. The girl looked up from her notebook, "yes sir?"

"What's so interesting about your notebook, Ms [L/N]? Mind sharing it to the class?" He interrogated her in a sharp tone.

"No sir, sorry."

#jotaro x you #jjba jotaro #jojo jotaro #jjba part 4 #jotaro x reader

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tremendouskoalachild · 2 months

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looks like no acolyte trailer this week but i wanna talk about it, so whatever let's go over all the shots from the one leaked in april 2023

sorry for horrible quality but in my defense. literally not my fault

1. Jedi Temple

The trailer opens with several shots of Jedi kids in a lesson, in what I assume to be the Coruscant Jedi temple:

The alien looks to me like a Tarsunt, similar to this background sequels guy. For now I'll assume these kids aren't important characters in the story and mostly serve to introduce the Jedi and/or Lee-Jung Jae's character, who is speaking over these and following shots:

He says: “Close your eyes. Your eyes can deceive you. We must not trust them. The Force is powerful. It is power we must respect.”

(I assume all these lines and shots are part of the same scene and it isn't some clever editing done for the trailer. It sounds like a reasonable introductory lesson for little kids, is coherent, and the locations match. Also what would be the point.)

There is also a single shot later in the trailer that seems to be in the same room, except with older Jedi, presumably Padawans:

The one that interests me in this shot is the one I assume to be a female Zabrak with light hair (on the right up front). She appears in other parts of the trailer as well.

2. Cantina confrontation

This sequence starts during the latter half of LJJ‘s voiceover and is partially intercut with the Temple shots. We see Amandla Stenberg‘s character walk through a public space (market place? spaceport?) and into what seems to be a cantina/restaurant, with patrons sitting at tables and eating or chatting:

There are many aliens, I think I saw an Iktotchi and/or Ovissian. If anyone knows what that thing slurping soup and the two sitting next to it are please tell me.

The voiceover ends over that last shot of Carrie-Anne Moss' character, there is a brief cut to black, and then we get a short fight between AS and CAM. It mostly looks like AS is attacking with her knife and martial arts skills while CAM deflects, before finally Force-pushing her away. We then get a first close look at Amandla Stenberg's character without her cloak:

The character's hairstyle was described by her actor as "clay-rolled dreadlocks, a North African reference".

At this point we are halfway through the trailer and the Lucasfilm logo comes up. Shots from what seems to be the same scene come up later in the trailer too:

AS is of course playing the main character and CAM is part of the main cast, so I assume this is an important scene, possibly the introduction to at least one of the two characters.

It seems a safe assumption that CAM is a Jedi master, and imo at least possible that she is the character mentioned in the show's synopsis (“A former Padawan reunites with her Jedi Master to investigate a series of crimes, but the forces they confront are more sinister than they ever anticipated.”) - if so, this could be the unhappy reunion before they reluctantly work together. AS seems to know exactly where she's going, while CAM appears to be waiting for her, either because she invited her/agreed to a meeting set up by AS or a third party, or because she sensed AS coming.

(Of course, it could be an entirely different situation. Several outlets have reported that LJJ is playing the former master in question, which seems reasonable, since he is the male lead of the show.)

#the acolyte #man this will look really stupid if they release the exact same trailer online tomorrow. anyway i wanna procrastinate today #i didn't want to ramble too much but some extra observations are in the image descriptions #i desperately need to see amandla stenberg's character in hd. what a look oh my god #part 2 to follow #though the second half is more of a montage of unconnected shots and less to analyze with any clarity

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awesomesauce-abbie · 2 years

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Hello hope I'm not bothering you but I saw a post of yours it was a billy hargrrove x reader and I liked it but I just wanna ask if you could do like reader works at a restaurant and really upset and tired because their having problems with a waitress and they constantly pushing sh*t on them and billy picks up reader and reader gets in the car and just says "drive please" and then the drive home is quit and they get home and billy just comforts them and being the protective bf he is, I hope you understand I'm writing this because I have trouble with a waitress and I'm a hostess (look it up for more info about being a hostess) and ya I just had a bad day sorry and you can do whatever to the end you want like h going to the restaurant later and confronting the waitress. Omg this is so long lol thx 🙏😊

A/N: I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time with your job, I hope it gets better for you soon. I know this is easier said than done but try to push through the negativity and carry on your day as best as you can and I hope this oneshot will somehow help!

HardWork Pays Off Eventually

Billy Hargrove x reader

You worked at Burger Town, one of the few restaurants in Starcourt mall. If the bright yellow and red uniform with the burger baseball hats wasn't annoying enough, your coworker was a right piece of work meaning that she didn't actually do any. The only time Kimberly Price lifted a finger was when she was in the back with her press on nails or dancing to whatever was on the radio whilst you attended to the lunchtime rush of Hawkins by yourself. What was most infuriating was that her dad was the boss so Kimberly was always getting extra days off with nobody to cover her shifts and always got pay rises. She was only a few dollars short of earning exactly as much as her father, day by day you were regretting not getting a job at the local pool with your boyfriend Billy Hargrove. Despite his bad boy attitude, he was more than happy to teach the younger children of Hawkins how to swim or save them from drowning. He suggested you get a job with him so you could see each other every day but you had already accepted the job at burger town before he suggested it. Today made you absolutely regret applying more than ever.

You quickly served a table of three with a tired smile and a quiet “enjoy your meal.” You rushed back to the kitchen and started preparing the next meal before only to dash to the counter a few seconds later to take another customer’s order. You had to force a smile as you heard Madonna blasting from the break room. The queue was leaving the restaurant and was almost outside of Scoops Ahoy. You actually saw Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington stick their heads out a few times to see what was going on. You spent over an hour running around like a headless chicken serving food, cooking food and taking orders before things actually calmed down which gave you the chance to clean up tables and bin rubbish. Kimberly walked past you with her jacket and bag on. “Where are you going?” She scoffed, glaring at you as if you’d offended her just by existing. “I have a date with Patrick, I’m leaving early. Remember to lock up and clean up properly, anything that’s done wrong won’t make daddy very happy. Oh and your covering my shift with Ben Woods tomorrow. No way am I working with that nerdy little freak ew! Don’t forget to clock me out at the end. Try and snitch on me, well we’ll see who daddy believes. A bumbling idiot who got this job out of pure luck or his precious little darling of a daughter?” Kimberly giggled before strutting away. “We’ve got six hours and tomorrow’s my only day off!” You yelled after her but she didn’t turn back.

You’d left an hour late, having to tidy up everything as well as lock up. If Steve Harrington hadn’t noticed you struggling with putting the tables away, you’d likely still be there. You stormed out to the parking lot and saw Billy leaning against his car with a lit cigarette and there were three cigarette butts not too far from his feet. “What the hell took you so long, I’ve been waiting for over an hour! I was about to come in and find you. I thought something happened.” He was worried, annoyed and exhausted from his own day of work but you got into the passenger’s seat silently. Billy scoffed, throwing away his cigarette before getting in. “You gonna talk to me or what?” “Just…Drive please” you sniffled. Billy rolled his eyes before starting the car and drove to your house. His dad and Susan were out tonight and Max was at Hop’s house for a sleepover with El so he was spending the night with you.

The ride home was silent except for the quiet buzz of music from Billy's car radio. He noticed a few tears run down your face but for most of the journey, you faced away from him and didn't utter a single word. He parked in your driveway with a sigh and turned you, placing a hand on top of yours. “Please tell me what happened today. You've never been this late from work and you're usually pissy yeah but never crying. What happened?” You looked at him, drying your eyes as you tried to find the words. Billy leaned forward and kissed your forehead, cupping your cheek with his hand as he wiped tears away with his thumb. “I’m just tired, I had a really shitty day. Kimberly walked out six hours early and I had to do everything by myself again! I’m supposed to have a day off tomorrow but she dumped her shift on me instead.” Billy let out a harsh sigh and clenched his jaw, this wasn’t the first time you had complained about Kimberly’s laziness and he was sick of her upsetting you. “You need to leave that shit hole, there isn't anything at the pool right now but at least go work with fucking Harrington! At least I know he's not a total asshole like that Kimberly bitch” he huffed. “Though if he even thinks about hitting on you, the only thing he'll be eating is ice cream cus he won’t have the teeth left to chew!” You couldn’t help but chuckle and Billy grinned. “There’s that sexy smile” he kissed you before you both got out of the car. “I’ll help you out

Billy helped you write out a resignation letter as well as help you get your paperwork sorted so you could apply for another job. “If anything comes up at the pool, you’ll be the first to know. She won’t get away with this shit either, I know it’s hard but we’re gonna get out of this shit hole town. I’m going to take you to California, teach you how to surf. We’ll have our own place, the shit bird and her loser friends can visit in the summer. It’ll be perfect, I promise” he smiled, stroking your hair as you leaned against his shoulder. “Think the kids will bury Steve in the sand?” Billy snickered just at the idea and kissed your temple. “Yeah, maybe we’ll leave him there overnight for the fully beach experience” he chuckled before getting up and heading to the kitchen. You cuddled up together with a bowl of popcorn and watched The Terminator with a promise that Kimberly would be sorry for pissing you off.

The next day you turned up at work but Kimberly was there and so was her father? Kimberly was in tears, hr dad was red in the face and his eyes filled with anger but he calmed down slightly as he noticed you walk in. “Ah, sorry. I was meant to call. I had a dozen complaints yesterday from customers who said you were working alone. Kimberly is working her shift today so you can go home, she’ll be working as she should be and her pay has been cut so she’s earning the usual rate which she’ll be using to fix her car. I walked out the house to see the windshield smashed and the doors all scratched and dented” Kimberly merely sobbed at the mention of her car and was even more hysterical after you handed in your notice, she’d be picking up your shifts as a result.

You walked out to the car park, Billy was still there with a smug grin. “Her car? Seriously?” “Told you she’d be sorry for messing with you” he chuckled as you let out an amused sigh. “What would I do without you Billy Hargrove?” “Crash and burn obviously.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy antis dni #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you

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rayisalive · 1 year

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!¡A/N: I TOLD YOU I’D WRITE SOMETHING HAH- anyways I wanted to make some headcanons for my Camp NRC Au so here we go. I feel like Heartslabyul got the most headcanons hh- If you have any tell me I wanna see them.

!¡Includes: GN reader, Camp NRC Au

!¡Context: Information about this Au can be found on my pinned post or here

←Bridal Style Cooking→

・Riddle probably brought 100 cans of bug spray, sunscreen, water, etc. Yeah, he could just buy it from Sam’s shop, but why would he do that when he can just bring his own?

・He probably forces everyone to spray themself with said sunscreen and bug spray before they go out to do any physical activities. He’s not gonna deal with a bunch of sunburned and bug-bitten campers.

・Tr*y is highly valued when it’s their turn with cooking duty.

・He probably makes and brings snacks for people to eat whenever they go out to regain energy.

・Cater loves the camp with all it’s greenery and wild life, but gets upset when he doesn’t have enough reception to check up on Magicam and other stuff.

・Every summer his account is just filled with photos he takes there along with selfies of him and other people, such as at a campfire roasting marshmallows or a flower he had found while hiking.

・Ace probably gets annoyed by all the bugs, serves him right for not listening to riddle and putting on the bug spray but he does fairly well when doing the activities.

・His pranks often land him in cooking/cleaning duty, only for him to go and play more pranks again. He probably drags Mc and Grim into doing these with him, using the excuse that they’re best friends and should help eachother.

・Deuce loves all the activities, it gives him a chance to use all his pent-up energy and be active, much more fulfilling than just doing the track team.

・He’s probably teased alot by Ace if he decides to study for school the next year. He just wants to make sure he will do well the next school year and learn ahead(much to Riddle’s enjoyment)

・Leona finds having to get up and go do camp activities too tiring and annoying, often skipping out on them and staying in the cabin instead.

・Ruggie might go to the list and found and steal find all sorts of things fir him to use or sell back to other campers.

・Jack, like Deuce, enjoys all the activities he can do, often coming back sweating and tired.

・I can already imagine how bad the cabin would smell, 10 thaumarks that when Mc goes there they are also bringing 20 bottles of febreeze for them.

・Azul built a side building from the cabin for the Mostro Lounge, except this time it’s more of a cafe for campers to come and hang out because how the fuck do you have a random restaurant in the middle of the woods

・He’s not the best at the physical activities—ok he sucks at them, but when it comes to the others he makes sure he excels at them to make up for it.

・Jade absolutely loves it. How could he not? There’s so much plants, specifically mushrooms, for him to study and collect. He’s even more dangerous now, please don’t let him “try” new recipes.

・Floyd is chaotic, same as before really. No matter what he’s going to bring chaos and disorder anywhere he walks. A simple Wednesday afternoon? Too bad Floyd is barging in to the cabin covered in mud with a snake in his hand.

・Kalim probably spent alot of money on the cabin, making Scarabia far fancier than the others.

・When it comes to their turn for cooking and cleaning duty Kalim tries his best, he really is, but he just can’t, often ending up with Jamil doing it instead. Who would’ve guessed

・Jamil is Jamil. I’m not sure what you wanted me to say, he does good with the activities, he watches over Kalim and the cabin, nothing really changes.

・Do you think Vil came because he needed practice for an upcoming camp movie? (/j)

・Ok but on a serious note Vil would do fine really. He would probably get a but annoyed when it’s too loud for him to sleep, or he isn’t able to get more face-wash from his favorite brand, but other than that he treats it like camp.

・The only thing he really dislikes is when he starts to sweat. He knows it’s natural but sweating too much will ruin his complexion and he’s not risking that.

・Rook is happier than me when I got Lilia’s SSR card. A camp? In the forest? With a bunch of campers, majority he deems interesting? Oh he loves it.

・He has the chance to both explore and be active while also observing others there.

・Suddenly Epel finds a way to make Vil even angrier than he would have been able to before.

・It’s a camp in the middle of the forest, what’d you expect? He can go out and come back sweating and with dirt on him and Vil can’t complain because what’d he expect, it’s a camp.

・Let me just get this out of the way, Idia is in complete torture. Honestly how could he not be, he’s in some camp in the middle of nowhere. There’s no way he’d be able to check up on the latest updates from his favorite game, or to even get on his game with the “service” out here.

・He thinks of it as more of a prison then a camp. There’s a bunch of people who he had to interact with and complete activities with, torture really.

・Ortho on the other hand has a wonderful time. He does fairly well with all the activities, since he is a yknow a robot-

・Really the only problem is that sometimes while they’re pit he may run out of battery, causing someone to have to carry him back to the cabin to be charged.

・Malleus finds the idea of it interesting. Every summer you come out to the middle of nowhere to male friends and have fun? Emphasis on the friends part.

・He is probably still left out from some of the activities, being forgotten to be notified for when it happens, but he tries his best when he dies attend and to learn about the thing you do here.

・I will be surprised if he manages to keep the “covering up every shred of skin” thing up. It’s summer it’s going to be hot, I mean sure he’s done it before, but only for a few days, what about 3 whole months? I just want to see Mal-Mal in “summer” clother hh-

・Lilia has fun here. He takes part in as many activities as he can, and hopefully remembering to bring along Malleus.

・He tries to make the most of it and make it a fulfilling experience for Malleus, just don’t let him on cooking duty- please-

・Silver really just sleeps through it alot, but he still tries to have fun and attend as many activities as he gets dragged to can.

・He probably enjoys all the wildlife, the animals, plants, etc.

・Silver probably has to tell Sebek to hush up or else he’ll scare away the animals with all his yelling.

・Sebek thinks Malleus is too good to be doing cooking/cleaning duty, but Malleus makes sure he does his part when the time comes.

・Sebek is just Sebek I don’t really know-

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0perfectimperfections0 · 11 months

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Factory default was so good!! Please make a part 2!

If any of you are ever wondering why it takes me so long to get to your asks, it's because there are new ones that come in that the second I read them I already have a novel's worth of ideas and I have to write it.

Like this one.

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They couldn't really linger in the center of the Institute with all the other dolls glaring daggers at the Lou. They had been hoping to be rid of him forever, which was both understandable and unfair at the same time. And now suddenly he was back and putting on a show of not knowing anything just to get more attention.

That's what Wage was telling herself.

Some of the others were skeptical, too. UglyDog kept a keen eye on Lou. LuckyBat kept a good distance. Babo stayed close only because he was acting like a bodyguard for his friends if Lou tried anything.

The doll under keen surveillance was blissfully unaware of any of this. His eyes would only trail to Wage as she didn't bother keeping her animosity a secret. He clasped his hands in front of him, looking down at the bunny that walked beside him. "Where are we going?"

"Someplace with fewer dolls around. Maybe the diner."

"He is not steppin' one foot in my restaurant," Wage came in hotly.

"You'll be fine," Ox brushed off her remark, "it'll only be till we think of a gameplan, anyway."

There was a series of small, incoherent mutters from Lou. He looked ahead, tongue forming a repetitive shape in his mouth as he whispered something. He looked back down at Ox in the next instant. "What is die-nare?"

"Diner," Wage hissed, arms crossed. "Y'know, where food is served and people eat?"

Diner: Where food is served and people eat.

Lou was satisfied with the answer and hummed, looking ahead again where Moxy and Mandy were leading the way. The glass doors were opened and Lou looked around at the foreign interior design. It was a 50's styled diner, but he wouldn't have been able to classify it as such. Wage suddenly was in his face, a finger jabbed into his chest had him stopping abruptly and leaning back a bit. "Sit down and don't touch anything, got it?"

"Okay," he looked down at her finger before meeting her eyes. Geez, she was a fiery one. She turned and disappeared through the double doors into the kitchen. Lou eyed Moxy as she walked forward and scrambled up onto one of the bar stools. He took a seat beside her. She narrowed her eyes at him, watching him lean to the side a bit to see his feet dangling off the ground and swinging them a bit.

Ox came to sit on the other side of Lou and turned his seat to face the blond. "Alright, first things first: This town is called Imperfection now. Not Perfection."

"That is not what I was told," Lou says while gripping the edge of the bar and twisting in the seat. The barstool swiveled! He continues to push himself, seeing how far the seat could turn. "Rule number 5: Only perfection is accepted. Anything less than perfect is a failure."

Well, that was new. Ox had never heard any nonsense like that before come out of Lou. "Well, that's what it's called. And there aren't any rules around here. Except be nice to everyone."

Lou discovered that the barstool had no limits for its rotations. He took this to his advantage and was no sooner keeping a loose hold on the edge of the counter while spinning slowly. "That is easy rule. Being nice is not a rule. That is basic. Rules are more not easy to follow. Like to be perfect at all times."

"And who taught you that?" Mandy stood a few inches from him, arms crossed and watching him swivel around. It was actually endearing. He was so entertained by the chair.

"My Creator. He is my master." Lou says this in a light tone, but the words he chooses unsettle them a bit. Master didn't sound consensual. As if Lou was forced to comply with these rules. "He made me to make sure that other dolls follow rules and teach them."

"Is he the one that erased your memory?" Mandy asked.

Lou's brows furrowed at that, but he kept spinning idly. "My master has taken nothing from me. I was made yesterday. My memory is only of one day. Two, with today."

"Lou...," Ox doesn't exactly know how to break it to him, "you...you weren't made yesterday. You were made nearly ten years ago."

Lou shakes his head. "I would remember that."

"Your memory was erased," Mandy stresses.

"I would remember that, too," Lou says matter-of-factly as he began another rotation.

Mandy sighed and leaned down, hands on either side of the stool to stop his spinning. He had no choice but to look her in the eyes. "You don't remember having your memory erased or anything from months or years ago. So you also don't remember all the bad things you've done."

"I have done nothing wrong. I just got here," he sounded desperate now. "I am a good doll. You have not given me chance to show you."

"Oh, you've had plenty of chances," Mandy laughed wryly.

"But if you say to me the truth then I do not remember those chances," Lou pointed out. "Give me chance now and I will show you."

"That won't really be possible anyway," LuckyBat spoke up beside Mandy. "Everyone...kinda hates you right now."

"Hay-ta?" Lou spoke quietly.

"No one likes you," Mandy clarified.

Lou's shoulders slumped and she was surprised to see his bottom lip trembling. "B-But I do nothing wrong! I am a good doll!"

"You're a bad doll!" Mandy couldn't keep the frustration out of her voice. "You've broken the hearts and esteems of so many dolls. Not to mention the ones you tried to take to recycling."

"But I do not remember that!" He put a hand to his chest desperately, eyes beginning to water. He wasn't a bad doll. He was good. He had to be good.

"I know, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen," she argued.

Lou set his quivering mouth into a fine line. "Then I apologize."

"It doesn't count if you don't know what you're apologizing for."

With a small grunt, Lou slid off the barstool and walked past her toward the door. She quickly grabbed his arm. "Woah, where do you think you're going?"

He tried pulling away from her, but she was stronger than she looked. "You are doing bad job at following 'be nice rule'. I am saying apology, but you call me bad doll. I am not a bad doll."

Mandy took him by both arms, forcing him to look at her. Her mouth was open to say something until she looked into his eyes. They were watery and his mouth was quivering. She'd never seen him cry before...it was honestly heartwrenching. It was one thing telling him all of those things when he was arrogant and ready to fight back. But like this? It wasn't fair, really, to rebuke him for something he didn't remember doing. For now, maybe it should be swept under the rug.

Sighing, she relaxed her grip on his arms and rubbed them a little in case she'd hurt him. "You're right. I'm not being very nice, am I?" He stayed silent, as if afraid to speak. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. You...you are a good doll."

His eyes went full again and a small smile returned to his face. He reached up to wipe away a tear that had trailed down his cheek. Blue eyes looked down at the wet spot on his sleeve. "My eyes are raining."

Despite herself, a small snort escapes her. "Crying...it's called crying." She tilted her head down to catch his gaze. "I'm sorry."

The kitchen doors swung open again and Wage set a plate of sandwiches on the counter. She waved a wooden spoon in the air whilst leaning on the counter. "We can always try knockin' him out and see if that jogs his memory."

"Nice try," Ox rolled his eye, "but we're gonna try for a more gentle approach." He grabbed a sandwich and a paper towel, setting it at the spot where Lou was sitting. "Come eat, Bud."

"Keep in mind that I only made eight sandwiches," Wage took a bit of hers.

Ox did the math quickly in his head. "Wage," he chastised. She rolled her eyes, not commenting.

Moxy leaned over just as Lou sat back down and twisted a few times in the chair for fun. "Here," she split his sandwich in half and laid the other half on her paper towel, "we'll share."

That felt like a good doll thing to do. Lou watched Mandy walk by him and he broke his half in half. Spinning in the chair, he held the piece out to her. "Share."

The endearing action had her smiling softly at him. "I've got one, see?" She showed him hers. "You eat yours."

"Share is a good doll thing. I am to show you I am a good doll." He reached it up closer to her.

Again, she smiled and gently pushed his arm down by the wrist. "You are a good doll," she grabbed the metal part of the stool to turn him back around to the counter, "but you also need to eat. Thank you for the offer, though."

'Thank you.' Hmm...that sounded like a good thing to say. He tried it, turning to Moxy. "Thank you for the share."

A part of her knew that he was merely learning and parroting the words and actions, but it was sweet nonetheless. "You're welcome."

Gosh darn it, that was another nice thing to say. But Mandy was already sitting at one of the booths with LuckyBat, Babo, and UglyDog. He'd have to tell her that later.

#uglydolls #lou #fanfiction #writing #moxy #ox #short story #mandy #ask #part 2

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sailor-toni · 1 year

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The Evil Ghost Tyrant wants to Make Me His Heir? But I’m a sixteen year-old halfa!

You can also read this on A03, FF.Net, and Wattpad.

Chapter 1: No More Vegan Fridays

Original Prompt: Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. (Danny can either lose the fight to put him back in the Sarcophagus, Pariah can get out again later, or something else can happen.)

It was a normal day in Amity Park, well as normal as things could get in the nation's most haunted city. The Lunch Lady had made the first ghostly pack with Casper High’s superintendent. He would allow her to curate and serve the menu for the rest of Casper High’s existence, in exchange for protecting the student body from ghosts, the Guys in White, and other threats. And Danny was loving every moment of it.

For the first time in two years he almost felt normal again. His grades were above a D+, he could eat lunch without worry, and even Dash’s bullying had let up. The Lunch Lady had instituted a no bullying zone in the cafeteria, and would drag any offending student into the kitchen and force them to clean her dishes. Danny could only smile in delight as Dash was dragged through the room, through the lunch line, over the counter, and into the kitchen by a tentacle made of raw frozen meat (It had a plastic glove on the end, which meant it was safe to serve food. Nobody knew if that was true, but who was going to ask, not Danny!).

It had been a stroke of guinness to suggest the idea to her. And this time Sam didn’t even come up with it first. Nothing could go wrong.

“That woman is on my last nerve!” Sam slammed her tray on the table.

“What did Paulina do this time?” Tucker asked between mouthfuls of sloppy joes.

“It’s not Paulina, it’s the lunch lady, she refuses to accommodate vegetarian or non-meat eating students in her food planning,” Sam grumbled. If Danny’s eyes were not connected to his body, the two balls would roll out of his head and run a marathon.

“Doesn't she have a salad you can choose instead of the main dish?” Danny said.

“Half the time the salad has chicken or ham in it,” Sam said.

“Yeah, Sam, that is what we call a chicken caesar salad or a chef’s salad.” Tucker began to eat his second sloppy joe.

“Tucker you know I can’t eat meat, this is discrimination!”

“No discrimination is if she refused to provide kosher meat, which by the way, she has kosher meat in the back. You just got to ask for it. You just choose to not eat meat.”

“I choose not to eat meat because it’s the right thing to do for our dying planet! The meat industry contributes more than 60% of greenhouse gasses in all of food production. Your obsession with killing poor animals is causing our planet to die, Tucker.”

“You know the more you say that the less of an impact it has. Plus my parents split a cow with our neighbor at the local butcher. We don’t buy meat from the store.”

“How privileged of you. Many don’t have that choice, they have to buy from Wally-world and the Buck General.”

“And how would changing the lunch menu change that?” Tucker bowed his head down and began licking the remaining sloppy joe off the lunch tray.

“It would be a step in the right direction and -”

“Tucker, have you ever wondered why every girl rejects you?” Danny had enough of this.

“I think they are threatened by my manly aura,” Tucker had meat and juice running down his chin and staining his shirt. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” Danny said.

“Well wonder no longer, for I have a plan for getting a date for junior prom,” Tucker Said.

“Woah woah woah, don’t try to change the subject! This is a very serious issue!” Sam said.

“Sam, you have enough money that you could get a vegan dish delivered to the school every day. Why does it matter if she makes sloppy joes once in a while?” Danny said.

“Because, she has no good alternatives for those who don’t have the money to buy lunches from restaurants every day,”

“What does Paulina think of this?” Tucker asked, washing his face with a pocket wet wipe that appeared to be used. Or maybe they came pre-stained now?

“One, that is gross. And two, my girlfriend agrees with me. There should be a good alternative for anyone who doesn't want to eat meat.”

“Didn’t we discuss this two years ago when you convinced the school to do vegan Fridays or something?” Danny said.

“I know what happened two years ago but this is different. She made a pact with the school to not harm students. So, now she has to listen to reason.” Sam said.

“Sam, I'm sorry but that’s not gonna happen.” Tucker said. Danny agreed with him, it was hard enough going through the pact talks between the Lunch Lady and the school board. Her having a no meat day? Sam would have a better time convincing a boomer to have empathy.

“That is where you’re wrong. I have started a petition to convince her to start offering tofu based dishes. I already have fifteen signatures,” Sam held out the paper, and Danny could see that Paulina had made the cheerleading team sign it.

“I wish you luck,” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny.”

“You’re welcome Sam.”

“Well don’t come to Danny and I when she turns you into next week's lunch,” Tucker said.

“She can’t harm the students. If a ghost violates a ghostly pact a part of their core breaks off. And for weaker ghosts that could mean a final death,” Danny said.

“She could wait till graduation day to turn you into ground meat,”

“You know Tucker, I’ll start taking advice from you when you stop caring around used wet wipes.”

“I’m being eco-friendly. Reduce, reuse, recycle Sam.”

“You do know you have to do the last part eventually right? You can’t keep the same rag for more than a week?”

“Don’t worry. This one is only a week old,” Sam and Danny gagged. “I’m joking! I’ve only had this today, and it's still moist! Did you two actually think I would do that?”

“Do we have to answer that?” Danny sighed. He leaned back on the table’s bench, resting his eyes in a sliver of afternoon sun that shined through the cafeteria’s tall windows. When a shadow came over him, blocking the sunlight. “This is a no bullying zone Dash,” Danny said..

“Danny…” Sam said, before leaning over and slapping his shoulder.

“DANIEL JAMES FENTON, OR SHOULD I SAY YOUNG PHANTOM!” A deep voice boomed over the school.

Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone stood at the window, his bleach white face taking up most of the window pane.

Jumping to his feet Danny yelled, “How did you get out?”

“CEASE CHILD, FOR I AM NAUGHT HERE FOR BATTLE. NAY, I HAVE COME FOR A REASON OF MY OWN CREATION. NOW LISTEN TO ME, FOR I HAVE GROWN OLD AND WEARY AND WISH TO SEE ANOTHER TAKE OVER IN MY STEAD. A PRINCE OF THE GHOST ZONE THAT WILL CONTINUE MY EFFORTS,” Pariah spoke.

Tendrils of frozen glove-covered meat swept across the laminate flooring, shielding students from the sight of the King’s large blood red eyes. From the wall of meat, The Lunch Lady floated towards them, her large green body shaking like a leaf.

“Your Majesty,” Her voice was small and quiet, for once true to the old woman she was. “I’m afraid I can not allow you to talk to students without their parents permission first. I-I would suggest you go to the main office and sign yourself in. Please!”

“BEGONE WOMAN, FOR I HAVE NOT GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!”

“I cannot sir. You m-might be king b-b-buttt…” Her hands were twisted in her dress, sweat began dripping down her face. “You need to follow school rules! The rules are in place to protect the children, and, and, and it’s my jo-b-b to” Pariah’s gaze focused upon her. “Protect them.” Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Danny watched his first real enemy, turned into a babbling old woman, putting on a very brave face.

“YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME? I HAVE NOT COME BRING VIOLENCE AMONG YOU BUT IF THIS FOOLISHNESS PERSIT I WILL BE FORCED TO REMIND YOU WHO IS KING!”

“How about you pick on someone your own size!” Danny yelled. He stood in front of the old woman, arms ready.

“I AM MERELY PUTTING HER IN HER PLACE,”

“Well maybe it's time someone showed you your place!” White rings shined from his waist, and covered his body, turning his clothes into a black jumpsuit and his hair a vibrant white. The cafeteria erupted into murmurs and whispers.

A red head in the back yelled, “I told y'all so!”

This business was quickly left behind as Danny flew through the air, phasing his body through the window and sending a blot of green energy into Pariah’s remaining eye.

“AUGH! DO YOU NOT LISTEN?” He yelled.

“According to my teachers, no,” now outside, he could see that the King had to kneel to see through the window.

Rising to his full height, the Ghost King stood a head taller than Casper High’s famous clock tower. Danny thought that if the King was a tad taller, his ego would form its own gravitational pull.

Fire lashed out, spreading through the air. His body twisted around the flames before plugging close to the grass. Black filled his vision as a gloved hand grabbed him.

“LET ME TEACH YOU YOUR FIRST LESSON!” Pariah said.

“Can you say that a little louder? I don’t think the Chinese heard you!”

“Sorry. Let this be the first lesson I teach you, to listen when another is speaking,” pariah’s voice dropped several volumes. “I, Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone, wish to name you my heir.”

“What? Why? I locked you back in that box!”

“That is one of the reasons I have made this decision. Only you were strong enough to assemble an army of other ghosts, attack my castle, and defeat me. That should be enough to prove your worthiness. Now let us go to my castle. We have many things to discuss and many lessons I must teach you before you take the throne.”

“How about no! I’m only sixteen! I haven’t even gotten my driver's license yet!”

“You will not need any human tools in the Ghost Zone.”

“I haven’t graduated high school yet!”

“Fright Knight can teach you about battle strategies and the castle has many books on politics.”

“Well… I deny your claim!” Danny’s eyes shot green bolts into Pariah’s hand. With a shout Danny was free from his grasp. “And I refuse to be your Heir!”

“I am offering you control over the entire Ghost Zone boy!”

“And I said no! I'd rather hang out with the Box Ghost!”

“One day you will change your mind boy! And I will be waiting!” Pariah’s body was engulfed in flames, his form disappeared in its bright light before the flames extinguished themselves.

“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” He mumbled to himself.

“FENTON! Or wait, PHANTOM! No, augh, Moby Dick, DANIEL FENTON PHANTOM! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I GIVE YOU A YEAR'S WORTH OF DETENTION!” Lancer screamed from the ground.

“Oh boy. I’m in for it now.”

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BANG! BOOM! SHREECHH! Legacies had to be maintained and preserved for future generations. Which require vigorous upkeep and gentle care, both had been neglected in Castle Dark for over a thousand years. Skeleton warriors and unlucky ghosts had been forced into its reconstruction. They filled the empty halls with a calamity of sounds and dust. Tarps covered anything that was worth protecting. A few Skeletons had started a burn pile in the dead garden. The fire was fueled by decaying furniture, tapestries, mold filled books, and dead plants.

Pariah stood at his balcony observing the flames below. His black armor had been replaced with a black undershirt and black leggings. While time had taken its toll on the castle, Pariah's all black wardrobe had survived. The royal chambers had not, and everything was replaced with items he ransacked from the older halfa’s domain. The gaudy green and golds were thrown into vats of black dye, before they were allowed to be in his castle. Whatever couldn’t be dyed was painted gold. Pariah examined his new room, and while he did not understand what memory foam was, he enjoyed the feel of it upon his back. Too bad its previous owner was not something the king enjoyed. Pariah thought the older halfa was a conniving rat, sneaking its way into power and posing whoever got in his way. Killing with poison or other sneaky means was below Pariah, he preferred to fight in an open battlefield. Where he could see the life drain from his enemies eyes.

If only the younger halfa would let him teach him this. Pariah sighed, for the announcement had gone terribly. He had considered smacking the boy but according to the Fright Knight, this day and age frowned upon beating children. Speaking of the Knight.

“Fright Knight!” Pariah called.

“Yes, your Highness?” The knight appeared in a haze of purple smoke and flames. His armor carried on the ends of his smoke trails, waiting for its owner to reassemble itself before the master of the castle.

“I require your advice once again. For I went to young Phantom and proclaimed his right to rule. Yet the boy rejected me! What does your book tell of situations like this?”

“The book? Let me see,” Fright Knight pulled a white book from the depth of his shadows. Its cover read “How to Discipline your Children without Spanking or Hitting” in bright blue letters. “It says that if a child is of the age to be reasoned with, one should try to reason with the child, walking them through the pros and cons of a situation. One should also be open to feedback and comments the child might make. For a child will not follow a situation that does not benefit them as well.”

“I do not understand. Prince is the second highest title in all of the Ghost Zone, no other would deny such a request.”

“The young can be quite foolish you Highness, maybe if you explained to him what a privilege this chance is? The young today like to have things laid out for them. It may also be good to mention that he would not be able to freely leave the Ghost Zone once the coronations happen.”

“I can already foresee him objecting to that.”

“But if you let him know now, he is more likely to trust you. Plus it might be good if you let your wife and husband know before you bring the boy here.”

“I am sure my husband already knows, and if he had any objections he would’ve shown himself by now. As for my wife, I find it easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Additionally her and the young Phantom are similar enough that I foresee them getting along quite well.”

“Before or after her anger resides?”

“I- '' Pariah’s word drawled out into an unsure silence. “I have already destroyed the sarcophagus of forever sleep, and I doubt she would actually kill me.”

“Your Highness, the Queen would never attack your core. But I fear her words are much sharper than her flames. As for your husband, I have heard rumors that he is mentoring the young Phantom.”

“That is probably why he has not interfered yet, Fright Knight. He is waiting for me to bring the child into our family. Once the two of them apologize for locking me in that damn box.”

“Your Highness may I be blunt with you?”

“Depends on how blunt you intend to be?”

“Then I will conceal my comments.”

“A wise choice. Now before Phantom comes we will need to pick a title for him. Each Ghost King has had a title. Solomon was the blessed, Caesar was the Terrible, Wu Zetian the graceful, TenKamenin the Great, and myself the Dark one. Phantom will need a title that describes him,” Pariah said.

“Sir, you forgot King Henry the tiny.”

“I will not acknowledge the fool who dared to try and steal the throne from me.”

“Of course, my liege, forget my words. May I suggest Prince Phantom the white? It would contrast your title of dark.”

“No, my heir must have a more impressive title.”

“Prince Phantom the hero prince?”

“Bah! Too long, suggest another one.”

“Prince Phantom the undaunted?”

“Perfect! That will be the name we spread throughout the lands!”

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