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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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💕Can I request all the senjus,orochimaru,shisui and itachi with a s/o who managed to make themselves immortal with out consequences and they did it without experimenting but they can make other people immortal but people keep trying to kidnap them for it,also they don’t age anymore?💕

This is what pretty much Orochimaru’s dream is.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, kidnapping, manipulation, clinginess

Immortal s/o

Hashirama Senju

🌳He is quite the more supporting and encouraging person. But in this situation even he finds himself a bit unsure how to feel. Your jutsu is quite amazing and something marvelous, but Hashirama is someone who wants to spend his whole life with his darling and die later on when both of them are grey and old together, that is his dream. But with you who stopped aging long ago and will never die, this is something impossible. The clan has definitely a huge interest in you, even though they are aware that your ability will end up being terrifying if it goes into the wrong hands which is why the Leaf guards you very observingly, not wanting to risk that a rival village gets their hands on you. If their strongest shinobi would be made immortal, that would end in a catastrophe. Hashirama himself makes sure that even in his own village no one plans on abusing your powers.

🌳I do not think that Hashirama would force you to either make him immortal nor to somehow tell you that you should try to stop your powers and start aging again. Not like he won't try to convince you to eventually consider finding a way to stop being immortal and instead settle down and live with him. Given the fact that are immortal, you might lived longer than he did and for that have knowledge he and his clan do not possess which is why you're treated from the Senju and the whole village really respectfully, if they need advice they will go and ask you. Hashirama can also only do this much and so he grows more clingy since he knows that he will die whilst you will live. And so he wants to be able to have a place in your heart for all the time to come and alongside with his brother and future generations, he trusts you to protect the Leaf Village once he dies. Even if his darling is immortal, he still wants to marry them since he is traditional.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Despite him being the harsher and much more intimidating and blackmailing guy from all the Senju, he has a rather simple dream as well. He wants to marry his darling and live with them together and one day die. And his dream is messed up with all of this as well and he is quite irritated by the knowledge that you made yourself immortal. On the one hand Tobirama is eager to invent new jutsu himself so from that perspective this is beyond fascinating, a wish many people before him had and tried to work on. But in a way this is honestly way too mocking for him as well because even if his darling might have to endure harsher lessons with him, they might honestly have the relieving thought that he will die one day anyways and then they're free. It is angering because it is true and depending on how old they are, they might nag him because of his behavior and he won't be able to say much against it since he knows they have more experience than him in life.

🌊This might be an advantage you have against him next to the whole being immortal thing. He will start being more respectful once he finds out how old you really are. He literally can not help it and that is why he sometimes, under the risk of his pride, asks you for some advice. He doesn't really want to be immortal either, even though he is more curious about it than his brother is. But what he has to do is always guaranteeing that you are under high protection because he know what terrible things your powers can do when being wrongly used. He might actually try to create a jutsu similar to yours because in a way you have been inspiring him. He also will end up marrying his darling. For starters he is a pretty traditional guy so marriage has a high meaning for him as well. Additionally he is not willing to let you that easily get away with your long life, he is possessive. He just kind of wants to set a mark on you for as long as you're part of the Leaf.

Orochimaru

🐍You have literally achieved what he has been trying to complete his whole life time without even having to experiment on anything and it is thrilling for him. No wonder he is after you as soon as he has heard the rumors, being in his way fervent about it and his obsession starts before he has even met you in person. And oh, he will hunt his darling down, no matter where he has to go and who he has to kill. He wants that jutsu and that talent who created it and no one will stop him. Not going to lie, at the beginning he is a bit salty, mostly because he feels like he has been beaten since you didn't even have to use anyone, you just had pure skill. But whilst he might have lost this, he still can owe the person who had the skills and intelligence and since he will totally force you to teach him that power and make him immortal as well, you might be stuck with him forever if you do so. And the bad part here is that if you don't, he will have no problems torturing you or using you as his next vessel.

🐍You're immortal, so it's not like you will die and he takes advantage of that if you refuse to lend him a hand. If you do help him, he will show his gratitude in a rather odd way, but it's better than his sadstic side. He simply keeps you, that much has to be said already. He can't effort to lose a talent like you, the experience not even to mention. His darling becomes his very special treasure who helped him earning immortality and in return he offers them a place to stay and protection. He knows that everyone wants to have that sort of abilities and he gets rid of all of them all to gladly, he won't let anyone dare to take his special underling away from him. He just always has you tagging along with him. Sasuke gets kind of interested as well since you are indeed powerful and you might as well get close to him since he is together with Kabuto and Orochimaru the only person you will see for a long time. Depending on how long you are already alive, Orochimaru also wants to know pretty much all jutsu and other knowledge you might have.

Tsunade Senju

🐌She looks quite young for her age which comes from the fact that she uses a jutsu that makes her appear young, but she is just like everyone else. She ages and is bound to die one day. And Tsunade handles this maybe a bit worse than some others do. You gotta understand, she just thought that she finally found the one person she can manage to live together with the rest of her life only to discover that they will continue living forever. And to know that she might be only one of many to come and that she might be forgotten one day is truly not very pretty, it makes her a bit more desperate. At first she was probably scared that you used to do the same things Orochimaru did to reach your goal so she was definitely more at ease when hearing that you succeeded without having to go with such drastic methods. For that reason she refuses to let her old teammate find out about you, knowing that he will be after you if he hears that you're in the Leaf which would only give him more reasons to attack.

🐌Tsuna might find herself tempted by the thought to be made immortal from you and live for all eternity together with you, simply because she is possessive as well and wants to be finally happy with the person she loves after all her beloved people dying on her. She's not completely sure, she knows that being immortal can be as much of a curse as it can be a blessing. The the council from Konoha is quite possessive as well, knowing how valuable you are and so they might want to use your powers for more selfish reasons from time to time. This leads to arguments between Tsunade and them because she is often against such decisions, seeing that they plan on making use of you. But one thing they do agree on is keeping you save from all other forces who want you in their grip. Funnily you might be a part of the eldest yourself if you lived long enough which gives Tsunade an advantage since you are on her side and not that narrow-viewed like the other eldest are.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂At this point in his timeline his darling might as well be already part of the village or at the very least known everywhere in the hidden villages for their special jutsu which is why everyone is on some sort of hunt for them. Shisui himself honestly probably never really saw himself falling for someone who constantly dominates the spotlight like you do, maybe also because he thought, despite the fact that you look young, the age difference would make him view you more as a admirable sensei because being able to make yourself and others immortal without having to do experiments on humans needs skill and wisdom. Shisui also just knows that even if you like him as well, this is a completely impossible love since not only might the superiors forbid it, but he does not desire to be made immortal. He already knows that everyone dies sooner or later and given his job being ready to die is a must since he is constantly exposed to danger.

🍂It would only break your heart in the end which is why he kind of feels like it might be best if he stays silent about his feelings at first. He just focuses on protecting you from potential enemies who plan on kidnapping you and tries to be someone who can leighten your mood up a bit since he sympathizes that life for you must be quite tricky. If he does confesses to you because he feels like you really like him as well or you tell him you like him first, he might hesitate and voice his doubts, but can be more easily manipulated since he loves you. Shisui kind of knows that he might not be the last since he doesn't want to be made immortal and you might find after his death a new person you love. And he accepts that, he doesn't want his darling to be alone only because they can't die. But he can make sure that he leaves some sort of impression on you so you will remember him. He wants at the very least a special place in your heart.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡He did not kidnap his darling so he could have their jutsu for himself, he definitely didn't. He did it because he lost control over his emotions and given the fact that you are constantly being chased by other power-hungry persons, he got triggered too much because he knows that some will hurt you to get what they want since you can not die. And afterwards Itachi just has to be really careful so that no one will find out because you are no ordinary person. You are famous and a living legend for your achievement and it'll cause a huge motion if he is being sighted with you because everyone will know afterwards, including the Akatsuki and he can expect that Pain will definitely want you to be a part of his organization since you not only have a very gifted ability, but might also possess knowledge and forgotten jutsu from long time ago. And Itachi doesn't want to force you to live the same life as him, even if you can't be killed on such missions.

🍡Itachi knows that he doesn't have long to live anyways and he already accepted that fact, he has his plans in mind for this. So he knows he won't be there for too long to protect you from all the greedy and selfish people which is why he might plan on making Sasuke look after you once he dies and he tells you about this as well, even though he knows you can handle yourself very well on your own as well. He respects people who are older than him and for that reason he might be far more respectful to the s/o than he would be already and he isn't embarrassed about it. Similar to Shisui he also knows that after his death his darling might find someone else and he won't be angry with them for it. They shouldn't spend their whole life grieving over him since he wants them to be happy. The only person he might ever tell willingly about his darling is Kisame since he is next to his younger brother the only person he really trusts with his darling.

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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Hey, really liked your analysis of Hinata. I feel almost the same way about her. Even though generally I dislike female characters who are naturally meek, subservient and pointless with no character arc in any type of media, what made me absolutely hate her character was how she treated Neji. If Kishi wanted to show her arc being developed organically, instead of proposing to Naruto that removes her stuttering and gives her new found confidence (because girls only get confident when proposing to guys 🙄), Kishi could have shown her talking to Neji after he literally told his bitter story on the chuunin exam grounds in front of everyone. She is shown like she is sympathetic but didn't do anything about it. She didn't even talk to him after he was hospitalized. She knew exactly why he was the way he was, and yet she fights him as if it was his fault. She, an heir of the clan, could have asked her father to support Neji, she had some clout. But nope. In fact, it was Neji who apologizes to her in a way, he is the one who trains her and help create a new jutsu for her. What did she ever do for him exactly? And Neji didn't have to help her. She was in the best position to help and understand Neji but what did she do? A lot of fans like her character because she is reserved but kind and sympathetic. She is reserved but a coward. She was not kind towards Neji. He died for her when he didn't deserve to, he had dreams and goals that were much bigger than Hinata's entire existence. She couldn't even see her own cousin's pain and she claims to understand Naruto?? Really??

Even Kishi said she was a pitiful character who only watches from a distance. He deliberately made her that way, no goal, no backbone and no lines. And I think she sucks the most after Danzo.

WoooW!!!! Thanks for the ask, Anon.

[[Hinata and Sakura fans!!!! Please stay away and don't interact. I fucking tagged them properly]].

Even though generally I dislike female characters who are naturally meek, subservient and pointless with no character arc in any type of media, what made me absolutely hate her character was how she treated Neji.

We definitely share the same thoughts on this one, Anon.

I am really tired on most of the media for their poor treatment of female characters.

The last time I was amused by a female character was from 'Game of Thrones', I loved Cersei Lannister, who is an absolute biashhh and Sansa Stark, started out as an annoying rose tinted princess but ended up winning everyone's heart. Both are non-combative, soft spoken and somewhat powerless women in a world dominated by men. But they just didn't let the inconveniences stop them and instead they learned how to fuck that world back and take control. Both are similar and yet very different.

After seeing, such well-developed characters..... For me girls in Naruto series, is blehhhhh..... Nothing to get inspired from them. And I knew it by episode 3 itself. I have no idea how can girls, in real life, treat Sakura as some feminist icon, which makes my skin crawl for number of reasons. If you point her mistakes out in any discussions, they will pull the misogynist card to your face. When in reality, I am also a girl and my world views are entirely different from Sakura or Hinata. There is no way a 12 year old girl would want to look at the Duck of another boy.

And the problem is, They form the majority, I mean people who can connect with Sakura or Hinata. So, as long as girls like them exists, we really should suffer from these crap portrayal I guess.

That's why I advise people that If you want to see a good woman character, Narutoverse is not the place.

Having said that, I find Temari, Konan, Tsunade were better (I mean inside the Narutoverse). Though their motivations or reason to achieve a goal revolve around their men, I find their attitude relieving. Unlike Sakura or Hinata, they don't wet themselves on the sight of the men they love.

What irritates me was, Kishimoto could've easily put a character like Temari or TenTen or Tsunade into Team 7. It would've made my viewing experience a lot better. If he doesn't want the strong girls to take over the attention from his boys, then he should've introduced a meek character like Rin Nohara. She is silent and cute but atleast she was willing to die for the Village and never wetted herself over Kakashi, though she loved him. And she treated Obito like her best friend. But he deliberately made Sakura hateful and he never stopped.

Sakura and Hinata were the lowest of the low, compared to any other side characters. And, in the end, they got the main Character's Ducks without actively doing anything. For me this tells me three things

He was using these girls as a shield to close the hetero normative mouths while in reality hiding those boys true feelings under that shield.

He really hated these kind of girls and constantly showing his hatred on them at every given chance and never redeemed them back.

He knew the target audience’ mindset and he simply caters them by giving them what they need and at the same time writing the important arcs according to his wish.

I think, it’s the combination of all three.

Just to give you an example.

There is this delusional SS shipper Who justifies Sasuke was acting Tsundere throughout the war arc. I mean, come on!!!!

I came across this post because, the Original Poster was an idiot who comes into the anti SS tag and reblogged my content and saying I was wrong... So, I don’t mind sharing that person’s content.

So I don’t know where this delusion comes from... It's truly pathetic.

There are millions of idiots who believe in this kind of shit and Kishi is deliberately feeding them with bits and crumbs while making his boys go out and save the world.

These delusional mindset tells us they don’t give a single shit about the story as a whole. They watch it purely for the pretty faces and getting high over them. In this case, Sasuke.

It’s as clear as day that Sasuke didn’t care about anyone other than Naruto when fighting the war. You don’t have to be a shipper but even a non-shipper can point this out. I mean Sasuke wouldn’t have saved Jugo either, if he didn’t come to Sasuke and advice him. Do you think Sasuke would’ve tried to look for Jugo and saved him at all cost???? It’s just that he came to Sasuke and he helps him back. But Sasuke would’ve saved Naruto from the bomb blast even if he was standing a mile away.

So, if these delusions reflects the mindset of the majority of the women audience, then the creator will never try to give anything better but instead give us some low-life characters like Sakura and Hinata.

So, Anon, your expectation for Hinata’s character could’ve been developed much better is just a wishful thinking. Because, Hinata is a character for these kind of people and not for us. And the author deliberately did it.

She was in the best position to help and understand Neji but what did she do? A lot of fans like her character because she is reserved but kind and sympathetic. She is reserved but a coward. She was not kind towards Neji. He died for her when he didn't deserve to, he had dreams and goals that were much bigger than Hinata's entire existence. She couldn't even see her own cousin's pain and she claims to understand Naruto?? Really??

For me, this also irked me a lot.

Hinata could’ve tried to talk to Neji about his problems even when he was a child. But she was simply playing innocent when in reality, she is just a coward. Even after the Chunin Exams, there was no apologies from her side, like you said. Because she is from the Main Branch. That hierarchy never changed. If she had the gall, she could’ve easily broken that hierarchy by saying, ‘I want Neji Nii-San to take over our Clan, He is the best candidate for this and I can gladly help him with all my efforts’. A single line and just 2 or 3 panels, it all takes.

For me killing Neji is where Kishi asking us silently,

Do you really want these pair to happen despite having a blood stain of another character???

Most people said, ‘Yes!!!’, because they don’t give two shits about Neji. As long as Hinata gets Naruto, the main character’s Duck, that’s all there is to it. It doesn’t matter who dies, who lives.

That's why Kishi is shitting on them by making her as a non-existent woman in the Boruto Manga.

Even in real life, there are many hopeless foolish little girls who would do anything for the man she loves. I've seen them and I always stay 2 miles away from them. I mean, they even ditch their own friends and spends her entire time with him and when he dumps her later, she will come back to her friends for consolation. I think Sansa Stark is the best example for this. She started out much similar to Sakura and Hinata, believing in Princes and shit, she even naively betrayed her father for the man she had crush on. But the author made her to learn her lesson in a much painful way and later she came out as a Queen who no longer needed any man at the end. I think, this is called Development.

At the end of the day, Romance and Sex is all that matters. The author knew it. So, he is feeding these girls with some low quality cookies and they are very glad to take and eat it.

#ask #anti naruhina #anti hinata #anti sakura #anti sasusaku #anti nh #anti ss #naruto analysis #sasunaru #sasunarusasu #sns #antisasusaku #antiss #antisakura

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years

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Slow dancing in a burning room | d.m imagine

Request: no.

Word count: 3029

Pairing: draco x slytherin!reader with a tiny bit of oliver wood x slytherin!reader

Note: Major heartbreak. I was inspired by the song Slow dancing in a burning room by the talented John Mayer. For the best reading experience, I suggest you to listen to it while reading. Also, I might or might not have an idea for a second part, so let me know if you want that. Thanks. xx

The Yule Ball. Probably one of the greatest nights for the students in Hogwarts. The boys were nervous about asking the girls to go to the Ball with them, and they were furious about the fact that they had to take dance classes so they wouldn’t make a fool out of themselves during the opening dance. And the girls were excited to dress up nicely, and to do each other’s hair and makeup. It was a perfect night for those who were afraid to confess their feelings and ask their crush out on a date.

It was perfect for me to pretend that my heart was finally mended, and I didn’t spend my nights with crying and trying to erase all those shared memories from my mind. But the fact, that I wore the dress I had picked out just for him, because I knew how much he would have loved my long deep dark green satin dress with the diamond necklace he gave me for last Christmas didn’t really help. I just wanted to look good for him. Let him see how proud I was to be his. It hurt to see myself the way I was dressed up. I was dressed for him and not for my date. Or for myself. I looked exactly the way I wanted to look – just for him. Maybe I needed to hurt myself with this. Maybe it was a good step to finally start my healing process and learn to love myself.

- Are you ready? – Pansy turned to me after she finished her makeup – Wow, you look absolutely beautiful. I love this colour on you.

- Thank you – I smiled at her – You look amazing too. Blaise is going to faint when he sees you in this dress – I winked at her and laughed a bit at how her face turned into a dark shade of red. It was so amusing to watch my two friends being little troublemakers, but they were both afraid to tell each other how they truly felt.

- He better be, because I didn’t force myself into this dress for him to say nothing – she playfully rolled her eyes and dragged me out of the room. I was biting the inside of my mouth, and my nervousness grew by every step we took towards the stairs. I didn’t know if he was going to be there. I didn’t even know if he had asked someone to the Ball.

- Calm down – Pansy squeezed my hand and stopped me for a minute. She checked if anyone was close enough to hear what she was about to say, and when she made sure we were alone, she grabbed both of my hands and looked me in the eyes – I know what you’re thinking about, and you have to stop it right now. You have an amazing date for the Ball, and I want you to have a good time – she looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. Pansy was there in the first days, not leaving my side. She even slept next to me, so she could be there for me even in the middle of the night, when I had a dream about him and I, and I woke up choking on my tears. She was worried, and wanted nothing but understand everything. But how could I make her understand when I didn’t know either what was really going on?!

- It’s hard – I sighed and looked away – I don’t know if I…

- You can! – she assured me – I know that you can stay strong, Y/N. Listen to me, we go down to our dates. We dance. We have fun. And if you feel like you need to leave, you come to find me and we leave. I’ll always be here for you, okay? – she smiled – But at least try to enjoy the night. For your own sake.

She was right. I had to try at least. I nodded and took her hand in mine, leading her to the stairs. Our dates were already waiting for us at the bottom, standing next to each other and they were in a deep conversation; but when Blaise looked up and caught us, he nudged Oliver to pay attention to us. I forced a smile on my face, and walked down the stairs, with Pansy by my side. The look on Blaise’s face was worth it. He looked at Pansy like she was the only girl in the whole world, and the smile on his face told me he was very proud to be her date tonight. And maybe be even more after it.

- You look great – Oliver Wood smiled at me kindly and offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted and let him to lead me to the Great Hall, which was transformed into an even magical Ball room for the night. It was like our very own winter wonderland made out of ice. Everyone looked so different in their formal clothes. I was used to seeing them in their robes or in their sweaters, but they looked amazing. The room was slowly filled with the arriving couples and we were only waiting for the Champions to enter the room and open the dance so we can join them. Oliver had his arm around my shoulder, protecting me from the couples who surrounded us just to get a better look at the dancing Champions and their dates. I was smiling at how Harry managed to step on his own feet during dancing, when I caught a familiar pair of grey eyes. His face was mainly emotionless, but I could tell his jaw was clenched and he was frowning a bit. My heart skipped a beat as I checked how amazingly dashing he looked tonight. I would have bet his tuxedo cost a smaller fortune, but the white shirt and bow tie he had on somehow fit his pale skin. A few strands of his platinum blonde hair was almost in his eyes. I always loved that. It made him look less terrifying. But my heart dropped into my stomach when I saw that someone was clinging onto his arm. I had seen the girl before, she was a Slytherin too, but I never really heard her speaking to anyone apart from her best friend. I had to admit, she looked very good in her light blue dress. Her black hair was up in a tight bun, and little diamonds decorated it. I wondered if those were gifts from Draco.

- Come, dance with me – Oliver took my hand softly and pulled me to the dance floor. I was very thankful for his gesture. He pulled me close to his body, and let me rest my head on his chest. I was fighting back my tears, and tried very hard not to break down in the middle of the dance floor. He did come with someone else. He was allowed to. We broke up after all. Who was I to ban him from moving on? I should have done it too – He is still watching you – he whispered in my ear. I froze for a moment, but reminded myself that we were dancing, so I kept moving.

- I don’t know who you’re talking about – I answered him and twirled around. I put my hand back in his and followed his lead. Oliver was a great guy. I really liked him, and admired his passion for Quiditch. He was nice to everyone, and he had a good sense of humour. So when he asked me if I wanted to go to the Ball with him, I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t. Except for one, of course, but that was only a delusion.

- Y/N – he laughed – I saw the way you looked at him, like he was the only man in the whole world for you – he smiled softly – But I also saw the pain written on your face when you realised he came to the Ball with Darcy Hopkins – Oliver caressed my bare back with his hand – And you know what else I saw?

- What? – I asked with an annoyed but playful tone. I don’t think he knew how toxic our relationship was. Our close friends saw it, and tried to help. They were almost relieved when they heard us fighting one night. That night, when we ended things. That night, when we broke each other. But I don’t think that they’ve ever realize how hard it is to pull yourself out of a toxic relationship with someone you loved dearly.

- I saw how he looked at you when we entered the Hall. I’ve only seen him looking at you like that – Oliver looked down at me – And I saw how hurt he was when he realized that you had a date for tonight. Listen, Y/N, I’m not a relationship expert. My only long term relationship is with Quiditch – I laughed at him a little – But that doesn’t mean I can’t tell if a friend of mine is in love.

- It’s not that easy – I sighed – I really appreciate your kindness shown towards me. It means a lot to have someone trying to understand the whole situation, but I’d rather not talk about this. Tonight should be fun, and I really don’t want to ruin it for you with my constant whining about how Draco and I screwed up something that could have lasted a lifetime. Both he and I made huge mistakes, which eventually lead us to break up. I’m working on myself, and taking baby steps on the path of healing – I shrugged – I know this is going to take a while, but I also know that one day, I’ll be fine again.

- I’m happy to hear that, but I think he thinks about this differently – before I could ask him what he meant by this, I got my answer. My body went in shock when I saw Draco approaching us and looking at Oliver with respect and anger in his grey eyes. I was genuinely surprised how civilized he was acting, but again, he had no reason to be jealous or overprotective. We weren’t together.

- Excuse me, Wood – he looked at Oliver – Can I steal your partner away for a dance?

Oliver nodded and put my hand in Draco’s. When my skin touched his cold hands I felt like an electric shock ran through my whole body. I missed holding his hands in the hallways or at night. Playing with his long fingers while he laid in his bed, talking about everything and anything in the middle of the night. I missed feeling his hands around my body, when he held me close to himself while we were asleep. I had to force back my tears when I looked up at him. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be too.

- May I have this dance? – he didn’t wait for my answer. Draco pulled me closer and placed his other hand on my waist. It was so easy for me to follow his lead. The memory of us slow dancing around the huge Christmas tree in the even huger living room of the Malfoy Manor from last winter rushed back to my mind. We sneaked out of his room after his parents went to sleep and cuddled up on the coach with hot chocolate in our hands, legs tangled as we watched the flames dancing in the fireplace. Out of nowhere, Draco stood up and pulled me with him to dance. And we did. We danced with no music playing, our carefree laughter filled the silent house. We were so happy and so in love in our bubble, we didn’t even realize that we actually woke up Lucius and Narcissa who watched us having fun.

- You look breathtakingly beautiful – he whispered in my ear. Shiver ran down my spine, and the butterflies woke up in my stomach. No, it wasn’t right. He was at the Ball with someone else, so I was. – Y/N…

- What are we going, Draco? – I asked him. A month had passed ever since the night when we broke up, and I had to realize, I was still unable to move on. All my attempts of forgetting him were for nothing, because now, that he held me so close to his body that I could feel his heart beating fast. And his cologne filled with mint and his natural scent filled my nose and mind to the point where I couldn’t think straight anymore. All those feelings, good and bad, love and pain, passion and suffering. It was him. And I.

- I miss you – he buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath – Why did you come to the Ball with Oliver?

- Oh, no – I pushed his head away – We are not doing this, Draco. You don’t have the right to ask me these kind of questions. We’re not together, so I don’t have to explain myself to you anymore.

- Y/N – Draco’s hands held me tighter, like he was trying to cling to me – Please. Did you forget everything we had? – his eyes were filled with pain – Don’t you remember the secret dates by the Great Lake? Or when we would sneak up to the Astronomy Tower to see the shooting stars and make wishes on them? – we were spinning around the dance floor, not paying attention to anyone around us – I only made one wish. To have you by my side and to feel your love for the rest of my life. Please, tell me you still remember…

- Of course I do – I said – But I also remember all the pain you caused. I still remember every fight we had. Every bad word we threw at each other. I remember the jealousy, and how insanely overprotective and controlling you would get from time to time – I looked up at him with tears in my eyes – I remember how much we were destroying each other, Draco.

- If it isn’t destroying you, then it is not love – his voice was hard. I looked away from him, only to catch Pansy and Blaise staring at us from the side of the dance floor. Their faces showed concern, worry and hope at the same time.

- No. If it is love, then is should build us – I said slowly – Our relationship was toxic, Dray. You have to face it. We were killing each other slowly – my voice broke a little – All we did was fight. You were never good with confessing your feelings to yourself, let alone showing it to someone. And I needed you to do it, so I pushed you. I’m terribly sorry for forcing you into something you clearly wasn’t comfortable with in the first place – I apologised to him – But I came to a realization, that if I have to fight and ask for your attention, than I don’t want it at all.

- What do you mean I never showed you how I felt? – he stopped for a bare second, but continued dancing – What about all the gifts that I bought to you?

- That’s exactly what I’m talking about – I raised my voice – Gifts. I never asked for them. All I wanted was your affection. All I wanted was you to love me the same way I loved you

- Loved? – this time he really stopped dancing. We were standing in the middle of the dance floor, facing each other for the first time in weeks. I could tell that our schoolmates were watching us, waiting for a big drama, but all I could think about was how did we end up here? After all those fights, we still had energy to argue more. And we did it while our song was playing in the background, just to make the whole situation even worse.

- I need to heal – tears ran down my cheeks as I looked him in the eye – You know that the only way a wound can heal, is if you stop touching it. You are that wound for me, Dray. I need to stay away from you. I need to stop thinking about you. I need to stop loving you so I can finally learn to be happy again without you. So I can love again one day.

I took a step closer to him. He looked so lost and so hurt. My heart was breaking by the sight of his grey eyes filling with tears. I placed a hand on his soft cheek and caressed the pale skin with my thumb in a calming way. After all, I can wanted the best for him.

- Until you heal yourself, you’ll be toxic to every woman who tries to love you, Draco – I whispered so only he could hear me. He grabbed the hand on his cheek and tried to pull me back to him, but I was faster and stepped away from him, turning my back at the boy who I loved with every piece of my heart. But he was also the boy who hurt me so many times. I never knew I could feel so much pain, and yet be so in love with the person causing it.

- Can we please leave? – I asked Oliver when I successfully pushed everyone out of my way. He was waiting by the huge door, looking at me with worry and concern written all over his face. Pansy was already standing there with him, knowing very well that I was going to need her too for the rest of the night. I wanted to look bad. I wanted to see him one last time. I don’t know what I wanted to see exactly. Maybe the pain in his eyes. The tears streaming down his beautiful angelic face. I wanted to see him in the same state that I had been in for weeks. But I couldn’t do it. I knew if I saw him hurt – because of me – I would have pushed away all the bad memories, all the pain, and the suffering that I had to go through because of him, and I would have ran back to him just to tell him how much I still love him and how much I want to protect him. But instead I grabbed Oliver and Pansy’s hands and dragged them with me to the courtyard. When I felt the cold breeze hitting my face, I let everything out. I fell in my knees and sobbed. I had to realize, if your heart hurts a little after letting go of someone that’s okay. It means that your feelings were genuine. No one likes endings. But sometimes we have to put things that were once good to an end after they turn toxic to our wellbeing. Not every new beginning is meant to last forever. And not every person who walks into our life is meant to stay. Most relationship fail not because of the absence of love. Love is always present. It’s just that one loves too much and the other loves too little.

Part 2?

#Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco x slytherin!reader #daddy draco #harry potter imagines #harry potter #hogwarts #yule ball #oliver wood #draco x y/n #draco x you

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Invader Zim- Infinite Pink: Prologue (1)

WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This fic is intended for a mature audience and will be covering some traumatic topics that could be triggering. Please be advised!

Read with caution!

-Major Character death is temporary and only used in prologue.

-This fic is likely to make some uncomfortable or potentially be triggering. -It is intended for mature audiences, as it will be exploring dark and mature themes and situations. Such as violence, implied/attempted sexual assault and abuse. Non-con/dub-con warnings apply. I will try not to go into too much graphical details, however be warned it will be implied or referenced. -The events in this story are entirely fictional and merely done for dramatic effect. However, they are not intended to poke fun or downplay the real-life seriousness of these issues in anyway.

-I always try to include additional warnings in my author notes before each chapter.

WARNINGS OVER.

Stay safe!

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SUMMARY: Zim’s trial was a victory for Irken society, their biggest thorn finally defeated for good. Zim’s soul reflects on his life and actions from the great beyond.

When a second chance presents itself; Will he achieve his happy ending or wind up like he did before? Fighting against impossible odds, unraveling mysteries and discovering what lies beneath. Secrets will be revealed. What truth awaits?

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NOTES:

-Prazr is supposed to be slow burn endgame pairing.

-No Dib/mission to invade Earth (I don’t plan on exploring it) in this fic, besides small past references.

-Instead it will be focused more on Irk and her history/society. Like Zim’s Academy/elite days.

-It’s been years since I’ve wrote a proper story, so please don’t mind the writing if it’s a bit weird in some places. I’ve had this plot stuck in my head for about a year. Inspired by my obsessed with Isekai/reincarnation/do-over manga and fics.

-If others want to use this as a base for their own story or art, that’s fine. Just tag me, I’d love to see what you do!

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(The Abyss: Undetermined time after The Trial)

Zim floated endlessly in darkness, surrounded only by a feeling of a bygone age.

His body, the only thing visible as far as the eye could see. Was as bare as the day he was born, not even a PAK attached.

Any Irken caught like this would be ridiculed for such degeneracy. Yet, he could not muster much shame. Only hugging his knees tighter to his chest.

He had nothing to show the passage of time. Only a half remembered feeling of what it was to be alive. Left alone in the Abyss with only his own thoughts and distant memories as company.

How long had he been here? Minutes, cycles...Eons?

Was this what death truly felt like? All alone and tormented by his life on replay.

Forever wondering what had went wrong.

He had been angry at first. Enraged at the thoughts of his trial and execution.

How dare they do this to him, to ZIM! He hadn't done anything to deserve this!

The pain of PAK removal was one of the few things still fresh in his mind.

He had cursed the hoomans and their filthy planet, the dib-beast for always interfering in his plans. As well as a long list of others for his fate. Just about anyone and everyone he could remember. No matter how insignificant they had played a role in his life.

His rage had burned without an end in sight. Who had he angered to endure such disgrace! Who did they think they were to put him through such humiliation?

The names had slipped past his lips before he could stop them.

The Almighty Tallest.

His tirade had halted immediately. Appalled at his renegade of a mouth.

What traitorous thoughts!

The propaganda and teachings of the Empire still deeply ingrained within his mind.

Yet, the more he had thought about them, the more his rage started to burn again. Turning into a blaze of discontent and resentment.

The Tallest had used him!

They were no more innocent then he!

Just as the Empire had designed them to. Zim had only been doing what any Irken soldier would've done...right? They were taught to love destruction and mayhem. How could he ever be the one in the wrong? Was not that, the purpose the Control Brains gave them?

He was only doing his duty.

What right did they have to punish him then!

Was not it the Tallest who had forced him to pilot during Operation Impending Doom?

They hadn’t even asked what had caused the disaster. Why he had done what he did. Not that he could’ve answered them. Even now, that time is nothing but a distant haze at best.

Still, they had never tried to find out what had went wrong. Only sending him to suffer on Foodcourtia under the sadistic Sizz-Lorr.

Did they like seeing him in pain? Did they enjoy seeing him unable to fight against them, even when they continued to ridicule him. Pushing him ever closer to his breaking point?

Like when they had sent him to that treacherous death-world known as Urth.

No! His body had shook in anger.

No, no.

The truth was that they had sent him into the deep recess of space, hoping he would die.

He had turned a blind eye to all their misdeeds against him.

For so long...too long, he realizes now.

Letting his feelings blind him. Everything had just felt so...so right with them. He had clung to a smeethood friendship. To long buried feelings that he swore they shared, but could not speak of.

Had he really been that delusional?

They had been friends once, close ones. It had been an instant connection. One he thought would last the test of time. Since their days in the Academy, they had spent practically every waking moment by each other’s sides. Years spent studying, training and completing assignments together. Even graduated as elites with one another.

He had cared about them, more than he could ever put into words. He had thought they had cared about him too.

Maybe they had one point...Until their love of status won out.

Zim had always known about their dreams of grandeur. But, had ignored it. Convincing himself, that no matter what, they would never abandon him. That they still cared for him...even if only a little.

Yet, time and time again he was proven wrong.

Unwilling to accept the truth. His own delusions gladly filling in the blanks. They were ultimately the same as him, obviously. Only doing what the Empire wanted. What the Control Brains wanted.

This was all an...act...There was no way they actually hated him. It was...a test! A test of his faith, of his will...of his love. No matter what, he couldn’t fail. He needed to prove himself to them. Maybe then...

What a pitiful creature he had been.

So much so, he had even done something as primitive as pray to the ancient Gods. Hoping that one day...

He really was delusional. The crazed mess everyone believed him to be.

After all, what Irken in their right mind, would ever want to be seen with such a tiny smaller?

Yet, in the end he had still loved them. Even now his cardiac-spooch aches for them.

They had hurt him, but he had hurt them too. He hates them, he loves them, he hates them, he loves them...

He doesn’t know what to think about them anymore.

After some time, his anger had eventually moved on.

To the only ones left.

The Control Brains.

The machines who claimed to control everything. If they were truly such omnipotent beings, then surely they had to have known his PAK was defective! They dictated everything about Irken lives after all, from what they wore, to their careers and everything in-between.

Then why was only he to blame!

Were not they the ones that programed him this way!

If he had been such a threat to the empire, if his PAK had so many errors, then why didn't they fix it!

Why had he been the only one to be punished!

If he was so broken, then why couldn't they have just fixed him!

…and just like that, the flames had been snuffed out. He had been quiet for a few minutes...hours...or maybe even days. Dwelling only on that single thought alone.

A sob had left him as the realization came crashing down.

Only then had he finally blame himself. A deep well of shame had quickly bubbling within him.

Over two hundred cycles, years devoted to serving the Armada. Bowing to the strict rules of the Empire and whims of his Tallest. Placing his loyalty to Irk above all else. Rejecting his natural inclinations. Forever trying to hid his perceived weaknesses.

It all amounted to what exactly?

He was defective. A mistake. A problem to be remedied and swept under a rug to be forgotten.

He was only capable of needlessly destroying everything in his path, even himself.

Forever trying to be something he wasn't.

While Silently pleading, hoping beyond hope someone would give him the attention...the love that he so desired. His peers would recognize him and appreciate him.

Irk was sure to celebrate his death for cycles to come.

It's not that he hadn't tried to control his urges. He had tried, he really did. To be the perfect soldier, to be the prime Irken example.

But, at his core, that not who he was. Despite how much he had tried to make himself to be so.

Luck was as much his friend as it was his enemy.

In a society were one was not to step out of line, not to break any mold, to do only what they were told. Someone like him, could only double down. Hoping that maybe this time something would go right. If only he kept trying it wouldn't be considered failure. Something would have to work eventually, right? He hadn't been kicked out of the collective yet. So that meant there was still hope.

What a fool he had been.

Chaos incarnate many called him. The name Zim was synonymous with destruction and failure. He had no glory, no honor. He was nothing but a devil to his own people, an omen of their death.

By the Gods, if he could just go back!

His hands clench at the thought.

Would things be different? Could he make different choices.

Even if his loyalty came into question? If he walked a different road then that of the perfect little Irken.

Would he even be capable of such a thing?

He doesn’t know.

If only he had tried a little hard to control himself. If he could just be given another chance to prove himself. If to no one else, but to him. If he could just have a chance to live life how he truly wanted.

If only he could start over. If only...

A humorless laugh leaves him. Who would even give him the time of day? To him of all Irken?

As if.

His Empire had denounced him. His people had forsaken him. He had nothing left.

Magenta eyes stare blankly into the expansive darkness. They close as he buries his face into his knees, lamenting his fate.

Truly this couldn't have been a more fitting punishment for someone as despicable as him.

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Cover Art: https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/643477875611271168/cover-art-for-my-invader-zim-fanfic-infinite

OC ART:https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/643603226310148096/just-a-few-of-my-oc-that-appear-in-infinite-pink

MAP of IRK: https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/644055524128735232/guess-who-found-a-world-map-maker-its

Next chapter:

https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/640238150925598720/invader-zim-infinite-pink-ch1

#PRaZr #zim razr #pazr #almighty tallest #tallest purple #Tallest Red #invader zim #Infinite pink AU #Zim

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years

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ok so for the match up thing!! name is loren, im 20, a 5'2 tiny goth kiddo who looks always grumpy and has a dark sense of humor i guess. i study philosophy and i write for a theatre company because i don't have the guts to act!! im,,, a shy mess. never dated before although i had some casual sex but really it felt so empty that i choice not to have it anymore unless im in love honestly. i own a typewriter! and im always dancing in my room because it feels good and it helps me when im manic!

also I have BPD and I cling too much to people, like really depending by em if they’re my fave at the moment and im very jealous and have anger issues but I try my best to be nice or polite at least!! i love cats, snakes and ravens. i love cozy days when you do nothing at all except for laying under a blanket and watch the rain or little things like this! i like to cook and being Italian, i can cook very well. i have glasses but i hate how I do look with em so I don’t ever wear em.

i love arthur fleck so fucking much i literally would die for him because he needs to be spoiled and cuddled and just thinking about him makes me cry so loud- but i love the joker as well, of course, being the smug bastard he is!! and daydreaming about him helps me going through the day which it’s not always so easy because sometimes it’s just too much, you know

ohhhh I forgot I wear a shit load of make up like literally I look like Robert Smith most of the time and I don’t give a fuck about people opinions ai literally go to lessons dressed like a gothic doll most of the time

i’m also a night owl

Arthur Fleck (I know he’s angry in this GIF but fuck he’s hot)

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We don’t know Arthur’s real age, but Joaquin (the gorgeous man that he is) is 44, so let’s assume the same for Arthur for a touch of realism, shall we? That being said, this means that Arthur would be so hesitant to even talk to you because of your age. You see him staring, though, you see him following you sometimes wearing that thin yellow hoodie he seems to love, and so you decide to approach him. He’s instantly smitten.

You have a dark sense of humour and so does Arthur, so this is perfect for his ego. His comedy is a sore spot, it always has been, because no one supports this precious boi in anything he does and it’s really fucking sad. When he cracks a really dry, deadpan and dark joke and you burst out laughing, love just blooms in his chest and he falls in love with you a little more. How are you real? He’s convinced you’re a delusion he’s concocted sometimes, but he dares not question it. Anything is better than the truth. Anything.

You study philosophy, so your intellect is definitely above Arthur’s. His handwriting is really bad (in the cutest way? Imagine handwritten letters from him that are filled with smiley faces and words scribbled out like 1000000 times because he can’t spell it right until he gives up and uses a word he does know how to spell) and because of how impoverished he is, that suggests that he’s uneducated. As such, when you write an essay or an assignment or you complete some other work, he’d want to read it but he wouldn’t really understand some of the more technical stuff. He’s not at all stupid, he’s very clever, and I think sometimes he’d ask you a question late at night about the thing you’re studying just so he can go to sleep to the sound of your voice. With his weary head cushioned on your chest, your heartbeat in his ear, your voice and your hands in his hair, he’d be asleep in no time.

I feel like Arthur would really love the fact that you’re shy because that means it’s easier for him to assume the protective role? So, like, he’d find your shyness frankly adorable and if you ever got shy over him then it just becomes a circle of shyness before Arthur bursts out into uncontrollable laughter and you have to comfort him through a fit. Just squeeze his hand, patiently wait it out, and reap the rewards when he can breathe again and his lips are on yours as a thank you.

You love to dance and this… Oh, this is a quintessential part of your whole relationship. When it’s late at night and Arthur is listening to music on the radio, he’d approach you, his body already swaying to the beat, and his hands would find your hips and he’d dance with you, doing that really fucking attractive shoulder thing he does. It ends up with the two of you in the bedroom doing a different kind of dance, if you get my meaning ;) Arthur understands how simple things can help you when you’re feeling a certain way, so when you’re feeling manic it’s almost 1000% guaranteed that he’ll just start dancing with you until you’re so tired you don’t want to do anything anymore.

You have BPD and you cling to people, which would actually really reassure our boi. He would need near constant reassurance that you’re real, that you love him, that he’s not hallucinating your entire fucking existence, that you’re not going to leave etc, etc. In return for all the coddling you (gladly) give him, he would do anything for you. And I mean anything ;) he would let you cling to him in any meaning - physically, mentally, emotionally. Anything. “You’re my Loren, it’s my job to take care of you.” and he’d do it so well you’d be ruined for anyone else in your life. Ever. He’s a jealous boi and though he’d take you at your word, if someone wasn’t getting the memo he’d have to step in.

You both adore and live for cozy days inside his apartment. He has a special blanket that he likes to curl up under with you. It smells like the two of you and when either of you are missing the other because of work, studying or whatever else, then you huddle under it until the other returns. You can cook well, which is perfect because the best Arthur can do is really cheap microwave meals. He’s worryingly thin, not only because of the seven medicines he’s on but also because he just can’t afford to eat. It’d be really hard for him to even put any weight on, but at least you keep him regularly fed.

When you told Arthur that you would actually die for him and that you love him so much it just makes you cry sometimes, he’d be astounded. He’d just sit there, blinking for a few tense seconds before his throat rips with loud, intrusive laughter which is so hard and so uncontrollable that he can taste blood in the back of his throat. You’d hold him, love him, support him and cherish him and that right there means that he’s never going to leave you. Not ever. Sex with him reflects this. He’s so gentle, so tender and so loving that it makes your heart bleed. It’s not uncommon for one or both of you to actually cry during sex because you’re just so, so in love with each other that it hurts in the sweetest, most precious way.

You know who you are and you know what you want and you don’t give a fuck what people think about you. You wear what you want when you want and that’s such a fucking mood and Arthur would be so proud of you and he’d totally offer to do your makeup for you using his own work supplies! He’d be so careful and he’d giggle against the way your nose wrinkles when he’s a bit too careful with his brush and he’d want to kiss you again and again, ruining your makeup purposefully so he can stay closer to you for just a little longer and…. oh, I’m actually gonna cry writing this wow… (spoiler: I did.)

In the grand conclusion because wow I’ve rambled: you and Arthur have the sweetest, most precious relationship. It’s full of love. There are definite challenges, there are some arguments because things just get too much for the both of you sometimes and sometimes there’s more taking than giving on either side because that’s how it can be, but you never leave each other. Never, never, never.

Joker (fun fact when this part showed in the cinema I was with my mum and i legit went “Oh, fuck me” as in I properly moaned AND SHE HEARD ME. two weeks later and she still hasn’t said anything but I know she heard me)

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Whereas Arthur struggled to even think of talking to you because of the huge age gap, Joker really isn’t all that bothered. You’re a fully consenting adult who knows her own mind, so what’s the harm, right? So long as you’re both happy and comfortable with each other, he couldn’t care less. That being said, you’re 5′2 and Joker is 5′8 so there’d be some height teasing going on. He would put things up on a higher shelf in the kitchen just so he can come up behind you and ‘accidentally’ (on purpose) press his crotch up and into your bottom as he retrieves the item you’re after with a cocky grin on his face and fire in his eyes. Sexual teasing is a very normal part of your relationship and it’s a serious warning sign that he is not okay if he doesn’t do anything like that towards you all day.

You have a dark sense of humour and you look grumpy a lot of the time, which means that, often, Joker will practically bounce up to you and use his index fingers to make you smile. It wouldn’t take long for you to actually smile from his actions, though, and that’s exactly why he does everything that he does; because he knows you can’t resist him, the smug bastard. Oh, but you love him, and he know the depth of your love for him. He’s so very honoured by it, though his way of showing it is sometimes to murder someone who irritated you last Thursday and not ever telling you about it. He’s a strange one, but he’s so free that you find yourself not minding. Just so long as he’s happy; when Joker is down, it means that something is hugely wrong and it reminds you so badly of Arthur that it hurts and you might have to crack out some of his own jokes just to cheer him up. For example, if you handed him an actual human heart and said, “I love you, Joker”, he’d burst out into loud and genuine laughter and would end up smudging his makeup from kissing you so soundly. Isn’t he gorgeous?

Joker isn’t political, religious, or anything of the sort. He tells you and others that he doesn’t believe in anything. But there’s one thing he believes in. Just one. It’s the love you have for each other that he vehemently believes in. if anyone even dared to suggest that your love isn’t as strong as you say - she’s just scared of being killed, that’s why she’s with him, or what a freak! How can she stand to kiss him? - then he’d go fucking apeshit. The last person he overheard doubting your love for him ended up swallowing several bullets in quick succession. Overkill? Perhaps, but he doesn’t care. No one gets to doubt your love for each other, not even yourselves. He’d be very supportive of your studies and I have no doubt that, if you ever got a shaky grade, it’d be changed very quickly by a shaking tutor who can’t quite look you in the eye. The smiley face on the whiteboard which looks like a child did it clues you in hugely, though. His actions are wrong but it comes from a very heavily guarded heart of gold.

Where Arthur finds your shyness cute and he would immediately adopt Protective Mode™, Joker would just relentlessly tease you just to see how deep your blush goes. “That’s an interesting shade of red, Loren. Where have I seen it before? Ah, yes…” *Twirls and fingers the hem of his red tuxedo* Be warned, though… Only Joker gets to tease you about being shy. If anyone else dared to tease you for being shy or for stuttering or for tripping over your words and oh god shut up, he’d rip them a new one. Only he gets to tease you. He does, sometimes, wind you up on purpose, just to see how far he can push you before you snap and want to punch something. He finds it incredibly amusing. Deep down, though, he’d be just as protective as Arthur and would find himself doing things for you that you’re too shy to do; in whatever means you need! ;)

You dance because it helps you when you’re manic but also because you enjoy it. Just like with Arthur, this is absolutely essential in your relationship with Joker. A lot of the time when you’re dancing, he’d step in flawlessly and you’d start dancing together like Fred and Ginger, with him dipping you, spinning you around, lifting you up with surprising strength, and it’s one of his favourite ways (other than makeup sex) to apologise to you. “Dance with me.” Immediately would his hands grab you, spinning you, his intense green eyes never leaving yours, that damned smirk on his lips as he sees that blush rising on your face… Again, like with Arthur, you do several modes of dancing together; some are more preferable to others!

When you’re out and about together in public, you’re basically glued together. Your hands are held so tightly by the other that you’re not sure whose hands is whose and, are your fingers getting a bit numb? Both of you have jealousy and anger issues for slightly different reasons; Joker because it’s borne from a place of deeply set abuse and abandonment issues, and you have your own reasons that he may or may not know about. He finds it baffling that you get jealous over him, though. So many of Arthur’s neuroses still live on in Joker, despite his bravado. You try to be polite, but Joker makes no such efforts; he will destroy someone for even glancing at you in the street.

You both live for cosy days. These are the days during which Joker will relax his persona. He will cuddle with you, watching shows on TV, his fingers grazing along the underside of your breasts or even dipping under your underwear. You can arch your hips into his touch all you want, he’s not gonna give you what you want unless you’re patient. He loves foreplay more than the act itself; to him, anticipation heightens everything deliciously. You cook very well, and Joker would love to watch you cook. He enjoys the heat you summon into the bedroom, and he loves bending you over the counter, sweeping the dirty plates into the sink with a noisy crash (and you have to buy new plates at least once a week), and fucking you until you’re only upright because of his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You once told Joker that you often think of him when you’re not with him, just because he offers you comfort and support from wherever he is. Just knowing he’s somewhere in Gotham wreaking havoc or even waiting for you to get home makes you feel like you can conquer the fucking world, and he was flattered. He did get a little upset, though, when you confessed that you would actually die for him if you had to. He kills for you, and sometimes because of you without a thought, but turning that idea around onto you makes him feel hot in all the wrong ways. I actually think Joker would crawl into your arms that night, needing to feel that you were there, and real, and even now he’s wondering how you could possibly love him knowing all that he has done and will continue to do. He would make you promise to never keep your word on this topic, because no one is gonna be dying in this relationship. You and him are forever a ride or die. For better or for worse.

You stand together at the bathroom sink putting your faces on. Your shoulders are touching, which means sometimes your elbows bump into each other and one of you makes a mistake with the makeup. “Oh, would you look at that? My makeup’s ruined,” Joker would hum, “what are you going to do about it, darling?” There’s only one answer to this, and it’s the two of you kissing each other so passionately that you have to wash your faces off and start again. Who knows, maybe you don’t get to leave the bathroom that day. Makeup is one of the biggest expenditures in your small household, even with Joker knowing where to go to get the good stuff.

In conclusion: dating Joker would be so very different to dating Arthur, but there is love, compassion, trust, adoration, so much sex you’re surprised you can still walk most mornings (he can and will go multiple rounds with you in a day; he’s a horny fucker, is our Joker), and there are definitely more emotional challenges than there are any other, but you’ve learned to stick it out with him over the years, You’d never leave him for any reason, even if he murdered everyone in Gotham (and a lot of the time he’s sorely tempted to burn the city to the ground and start all over again).

#rebs-doom #Requests closed #requests open for joker 2019 #matchup #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #joker #joker imagine #joker x reader #joker (2019) imagine #joker 2019 imagine #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagine #phoenix!joker #phoenix!joker imagine #phoenix!joker x reader #todd phillips

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salmonthestoryteller · 5 years

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This Used to Be My Playground

So this is supposed to be a Post s1 friendship focused fic that does not start out pretty, because of where we ended the season, and because post season angst is getting to me. However, please keep all character hate off my post. (Except Jesse Manes. All hatred of Jesse Manes is acceptable and encouraged even when he does not appear. Evil Noah is okay to hate as well, actually. Nobody else, though.)

This Used to Be My Playground

Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

“We’re closed!” Maria called out when she heard the door. Footsteps entered anyway and she turned - spotting where Alex was coming toward the bartop. “Alex, hey. I-”

“Hey?” Alex cut her off, stopping by table. “That’s the greeting I get? Hey?”

Maria frowned at his curt tone. “What were you expecting? You know I’ll usually make an exception for friends who want a drink after hours.”

“Friends, is that what we are?” Alex questioned her.

“What does that mean?”

“Michael and you, huh?” Alex stopped before he reached the bar.

“I was going to talk to you about it, Alex.”

“And say what? That you knew you’d be betraying me, but you just didn’t care?”

“Betray?” Maria repeated the words. “Betray, wow. Pretty harsh.”

“Like I told Liz once. I left nice behind in the middle east. That was around the time I told her she was being a shitty friend to you, by the way. You’re welcome for that.”

“As opposed to the total paradigm of friendship you’ve been?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh? You wanna know? Sure. Well, I’m doing fine, Alex - thanks for asking. The date rape drug someone slipped into my drink at the UFO Emporium Gala didn’t have any side effects. Deputy Evans apologized that there was no way to pinpoint a suspect.”

Alex couldn’t meet her eyes. “I heard something about that.”

“Yah, well, while you were hearing things, Guerin was looking out for me. Stayed with me while I recovered, and even walked me home in case the suspect was still lurking. He was a perfect gentleman about it.”

“Well, Michael’s a good person. Usually a good person.” He amended. He definitely hadn’t forgiven him for failing to meet him after he'd promised.

“Yah, he is. You know who wasn’t there for me that night?”

“Did you call me? Cuz you know I would have been there if you’d picked up the phone, Maria.”

“Do I? Do we really know that anymore, Alex?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex crossed his arms, frowning at her.

“You were on your second tour the first time my mother went missing. I drove around town for ten hours. And when I pulled off to the side of the road, crying my eyes out, who could I call? You were in a warzone. And Liz? I didn’t even have her number."

"I couldn't be there that day, but there were times-"

"There were times, what?" Maria interrupted again. "You were here for a handful of days? A couple of weeks sporadically over ten years time? I love you, Alex, but you weren't here. You don’t know what the past ten years have really been like for me, and vice versa. We don’t talk about what happened while we were away from each other. We don’t talk about the hard stuff. Do you know how I found out about your leg? Through a newspaper article. You didn't even call me during your recovery."

"And if I had?” Alex challenged, “What? You would have left your mom alone and flown halfway across the world to see me? We both know that wouldn't have happened.”

“No, it wouldn’t have.” Maria admitted. “So where does that leave us?”

"I thought that was changing since we got back. Liz and I spent the day with you and your mother. Liz went with you to Texas. I haven't frequented a bar this much since my first tour."

"And what have we talked about? The past. A little about my mom's illness. About the fact you were pining for someone. Someone you didn’t even trust me enough to name.”

“It wasn’t just my secret.”

“That didn’t stop you from telling me after I hooked up with Michael.” Maria pointed out.

“I did not tell - you guessed.” Alex countered. “And I seem to recall you saying that meant nothing to you.”

“I felt guilty.”

“So you felt guilty about being with him when you didn’t know we have a history, but you don’t feel guilty being with him now?”

“Where will you be in two years, Alex?” Maria asked him.

Alex frowned. “What?”

“Where will you be two years from now?” Maria repeated. “Are you reenlisting? Are you leaving the military? Are you planning to stay in Roswell?”

“What does that-”

“Liz always talked about leaving, and she did. She’s back, but she’s already talking about leaving again. You have always hated Roswell, and surprise - you left. Sure, you’re back now while you finish your time in the military, but what then? Two years from now will either of you still be here?”

Alex stared at her in confusion. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly.

Maria nodded. “Do you know who will be here two yeara from now, Alex? Me. Do you know who else will be here two years from now? Michael Guerin. Probably here in my bar at least three days a week. You? Liz? I don’t know where you’ll be. But me and Guerin. This is it.” She spread her arms to encompass it all - her bar, the town; their lives. “This is our future. So why the hell shouldn’t I try to make something of that? What right have you to tell me not to?”

"The difference is Michael isn't some fling to me." Alex reminded her. "Can you honestly say that?"

"I feel safe around him. I feel happy. I haven't felt that since my mom got sick." Maria admitted.

"It's still not love. I mean, if you are going to date the guy I’ve wanted for ten years, you could at least have the decency to be in love with him."

“Michael chose me, Alex. He came to me.” Maria pointed out. Stealing herself, she looked at him. “Are you angry that I acted on my feelings? Or are you angry you squandered countless chances to do the same?”

“Wow, not pulling punches now, are we?” Alex stepped forward to face her across the bartop. “Fine, then I won’t either. He loves me, Maria, and he will always love me. You? You’re just another distraction.”

“Get out.” Maria pointed to the door.

“Gladly.”

-----

“I heard it through the grapevine you might be out here day drinking.” Liz approached where he sat at a table of the empty drive-in.

“Would this Grapevine be called Maria?” Alex swallowed down another gulp from his bottle. He’d brought plenty of liquor to the sight for a proper bender, seeing as the locals bar was run by the person he didn’t want to see.

“She still cares about you.”

“She has a funny way of showing it.”

“I told her the night before she agreed to be with Michael that her feelings matter, too.”

“Well, screw you both then.” Alex turned back to his liquor.

Liz reached over to grab a bottle. “If you slept with Kyle, I wouldn't care.”

“What?” Alex looked at her in complete confusion. “Why the hell would-”

“I wouldn’t care if Maria slept with him, either.”

“Why are we discussing Kyle Valenti’s non-existent sex life?”

“I guess I thought Michael was your Kyle. Not your Max.” Liz confessed.

“Now I feel like a jerk. Here I am moping because Michael stood me up, and wants to date someone else. Meanwhile the guy you’re in love with is currently floating in an alien pod, potentially dying.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut down how you feel. You can be mad, Alex. Just… don’t unpack and live there. I tried that. It’s not a happy place.”

“Oh, I am mad. At both of them. Which sucks, because I still love both of them, too.”

“I am so happy to have Rosa back, but I am also furious with Max for putting himself in danger like this. I think I might slap him when we figure out how to heal him. I just haven’t figured out if I should kiss him first.”

“Do yourself a favor and kiss him first.” Alex suggested.

Liz laughed. “So, why are we drinking at the drive in?”

“Michael and I had a sort-of date here. If you count sitting on opposite sides of his tailgate to watch a movie he hated a date. We did split beer, though. Then my dad pretty much called me an embarrassment and insulted my taste in men, Michael illegally sold property, and I dumped him at the end of the night.”

Liz stared. “Wow. That’s… that’s not a great date.”

“It didn’t start out bad.”

“If it makes you feel better, I interrupted Max getting a handjob from another woman here in order to accuse him of writing love letters to my sister ten years ago and murdering her.”

“What?” It was Alex’s turn to stare.

“I didn’t know the whole truth yet, just that an alien was responsible, and Rosa had a letter he wrote in one of her hiding spots. I thought it was for her, but he wrote it for me and for some reason Rosa hid it so I wouldn’t see it.”

“And you interrupted him getting a handjob to yell at him about it?”

“I was angry.”

The two looked at each other another moment before breaking down into laughter.

-----

“What do you want?” Michael didn’t bother to get up from his seat outside his airstream. There was a collection of bottles around him, despite the fact that it was barely noon.

Liz stepped over the bottles to get in close to where he was seated.. “I wanted to take a look at your lab. I thought maybe together we could-”

“No.” Michael interrupted her.

“No?” Liz was taken back by the rebuttal.

“Not interested in playing scientist with you. Not this time.”

“Michael, our best shot is to work together-”

“To do what?” Michael stood up, tone angry. “To do what? Max is dead, Liz! He’s not sick; he’s not suspended in time - he’s dead!”

Liz steeled herself. “So was Rosa.”

“Yah, and look what it cost Max to bring her back. The sooner you and Isobel get it through your head he isn’t coming back, the sooner we can get on with our lives! I’m not going to play a part in this delusion you’re both living in!”

“You don’t know it’s a delusion! We don’t know enough about-”

“Yah, that’s right - we don’t know. We don’t know anything and we never have. So much of what has gone wrong in our lives all comes down to our history and our powers. So I’m done! I’m done.” He stepped back. “You want my lab? Take it. I’m never touching any of it ever again. Or my powers.”

“You don’t mean that.” Liz told him.

Michael grabbed up another liquor bottle, and headed over to his truck. “Like hell I don’t. So you want my lab? Take it. It’s yours.”

Liz watched him leave.

-----

The drunk tank was a familiar space. Michael glanced around it in confusion, then gave a small groan before setting back against the bars.

“Usually you’d be Evans problem.”

Michael reopened his eyes to look at Cam, who was watching him. “Well, there’s a problem with that.” He told her.

“No kidding. And this is the best use of your time?”

“Depends, what did I do? I seem to be drawing a blank.”

“You got in a fight at the Wild Pony.”

“Darn. Bet DeLuca is pissed.”

“To put it mildly. Seriously, Guerin. Was it worth it?”

Michael shrugged. “Can’t really remember, but probably.”

Cam shook her head. “I called Isobel Evans. She’ll be here shortly. Attempt to sober up before that.”

-----

“I’d threaten to turn your brain into sludge, but it would feel like a moot point.” Isobel blew into the room as if she owned it.

“It was one fight, Isobel. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

“I don’t have time to deal with you falling back into these habits, Michael.”

“So next time don’t come.”

“I should let you rot in here until you’re sober. Unfortunately for both of us, this wasn’t as simple as a drunken fight.”

“Did I do something else?”

“Oh, just told Maria DeLuca about aliens while drunk out of your mind, complete with a demonstration of your powers.”

“...Oh.”

“Yah. Oh.”

-----

“How long have you known?” Maria’s hands were gripping the cloth she used to wipe the bar with tightly in both hands.

“Max healed me the night of the shooting at the Crashdown.”

“So all this time, and you said nothing?”

“I didn’t know anything at first. Max told me the truth of what they were a few days later, but I didn’t get the full story then. Turned out they didn’t know the full story themselves. We still don’t know a lot.”

“You knew Max could heal.”

“Wounds. He couldn’t heal Isobel while she was sick, so I guess he could-- can only heal wounds.”

“Could he have helped my Mom?”

“...I don’t know. There’s a lot we don’t know about their powers.”

“And I was… controlled by an alien serial killer.”

“Noah, yes.”

“And you still said nothing.”

“I promised Max-”

“You told Kyle. You told Kyle, but not me.”

Liz reached out toward her. “Maria.”

Maria withdrew her hands, standing up. “I need time.”

Liz pulled her hand back. “Yah, yah - I get it.”

-----

“We trying this again?” Maria sat down across from Isobel.

“Neither of us is going to get better if we don’t challenge ourselves.” Isobel reminded her. When Maria went to remove her necklace, Isobel held up a hand for her to stop her. “Leave the necklace on.”

“You got a nosebleed last time we did this with the necklace on.”

“We have to challenge ourselves.” Isobel repeated. “I have to get stronger to save Max.”

Maria frowned, clearly not liking it, but left the necklace on. She held out her hand. “C’mon, then.”

Isobel placed her hand in hers. "Okay. Think of a number."

"Why can't we do colors, again?"

"Because you chose Burnt Sienna last time and that's just cheating."

"And here I thought you were a fashionista." Maria pointed out.

"Ha ha. Concentrate."

The two's eyes met, the room growing distant and faded.

"You're being distracted by worrying about Max again." Maria told her.

"Not feeling him with me is… it's like I'm cold all the time."

"I thought that was your natural state."

"Insulting me won't distract me."

"I'm sure I can figure out something that will."

"As long as it's not a memory of my brother naked. I don't want to have to bleach my eyeballs." Isobel told her.

"How come you're so okay with Michael and I? You don't even like me."

"Because at the end of the day I have two people that matter to me. Max and Michael. And the truth is? Everyone else can burn so long as they are safe and happy. They deserve it."

"What about you?"

"17. The number is 17."

The world came into focus, and Maria saw blood drip from Isobel's nose. "You pushed too hard again." She ran to the towel for a bar, and ran back to press it against her face gently.

Slightly disoriented, Isobel leaned her head up at her urging. "I have to push. I have to get stronger."

"You're not going to get stronger by hurting yourself."

"I let Noah in. It's all on me."

"You didn't let him do anything." Maria scolded her.

"I have to make sure it never happens again. I have to. We have to keep practicing."

"We are done for the day. I won't let you hurt yourself."

"Why not? You hate me."

"I don't hate you, Evans. I don't even know you."

"I don't know me anymore. That's the problem." Isobel's eyes slid close as she fought the light headed feeling of using her powers against the pollen.

Maria slid into the booth next to her, and propped her onto her shoulder, still keeping the towel pressed gently to catch anymore blood. "You'll get there."

-----

“Do you think it’s all connected?” Isobel standing in the Project Shepherd Bunker was definitely new territory.

“I don’t think your brother walked out that cave.” Alex told her.

“And Mimi DeLuca?”

Alex sighed. “Mimi knew something. I don’t know what, but she did. At least, at one point she did. She mentioned Jim Valenti and aliens to me during one of her lucid moments.”

“Does Maria know that?”

“No, I never told her.” Alex admitted, then paused. “How is she holding up?”

“Like her only living family is missing.” Isobel quipped.

Alex’s fingers hesitated over the keyboard. “Is Liz with her?”

“She’s pushed Liz away since she found everything out. And Michael’s mad at her for encouraging me to expand my powers.”

“She’s alone?”

“Well, I’m not there, and Rosa is with Kyle, so.” She shrugged.

“That’s the last thing she needs right now.”

“Well, you could always go see her.”

“Things haven’t been the same between us for months.”

“Look, far be it for me to tell you what to do with your life-”

“So why do I get the feeling you’re about to do just that?”

“Michael and Max lied to me about what happened with Rosa for ten years. Max killed himself bringing her back, and Michael has either been burying his head in the sand or trying to self-destruct his life since. But if he called, I’d be there. You know why?”

“No. Enlighten me, oh wise one.” Alex’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“Because apologies are nothing but hot air, and earning forgiveness is a gimmick created to sell flowers. We toss people out of our lives for the acts less terrible than we accept from other people we keep in it. Nobody earns forgiveness, Manes. We give it because we love them too damn much not to.” Alex didn’t reply, and Isobel took it as her cue to leave. “Let me know if you find anything new.”

-----

Liz met him outside the Wild Pony.

“We’re closed!” Maria greeted without turning around. She was seated at the bar with a drink in front of her. She paused when they appeared in the mirror she was facing.

“Hey.” Liz greeted.

“Did you find-” She turned.

“No.” Alex told her.

“Not yet.” Liz corrected.

Maria nodded, and silence settled over them. “Well, I’m sure you have somewhere you need to be.”

Ever fearless, Liz moved forward to sit on the stool next to her. “Nope.”

“Liz-”

“It’s been ten years, and in all that time I’ve never had another best friend.”

Maria didn’t meet her eyes. “Me either.”

“I don’t want a different best friend.”

Maria’s eyes shone with unshed tears as she took her hand. “Me either.”

Alex moved to her other side. “We used to be able to talk about anything.”

Maria reached out to take his hand. “Maybe we still can.”

“I have the perfect idea for how to get that started.” Liz spoke up.

Maria smiled through the tears. “Tequila?” She suggested.

“Tequila!” Liz agreed. Standing up she threw open her arms. Maria hopped off her stool and Alex joined her in a three-way embrace.

It was a start.

Fini

I started this shortly after s01e13 and then abandoned it. For the free day I finally decided to tackle it again. This will probably be my last post s1 fic until we get new canon material

#roswell new mexico #rnmweek19 #roswellweek19 #rnm fic #friendship fic #maria deluca #alex manes #liz ortecho

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mayjaymayjay · 6 years

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Title: Eye of the Beholder Genre: Drama/Slight Horror Word Count:1616 Warnings: Death, Murder, Paranormal Phenomena, Police Mention, Delusions, Lying (If I missed anything, let me know!)

...

She stared out the skylight at the dark nothingness of the sky, smiling. She wondered what it would be like to live in the sky among the many stars. Would it be overwhelming or comforting? She would be considered beautiful since she would be a bright star, but that would be pointless really. She lived out in the middle of nowhere and was content with it. She never felt the bitter feeling of loneliness since she lived with her husband.

A husband she fell in love with since he ever muttered the first “hello” her way. He made her feel like a queen, with gorgeous jewels, perfumes, and unconditional love. She was devoted to him as much as he was devoted to her. He was not the most handsome man, in fact, she always complimented herself thinking his beauty was “in the eye of the beholder”. She closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheek as she remembered the wonderful memories the two of them shared.

…

She walked over to her friend, a red-headed young lady, the wildest one among them. “Lindsey, what’s the point of this party again?”

“To celebrate my boss’s birthday.” She rolled her eyes at the thought of her loud-mouthed boss. “Trust me, I don’t want to be here as much as you do, but you owned me since that ice cream incident, Kendra.”

The two were at a formal event, full of cocktail dresses and cheap, gross cocktail beverages to accompany the snooty female coworkers. The two friends wore cocktail dresses as well, Lindsey wearing a fiery red one with her long, curled red hair trailing down to her waist while Kendra wore a soft green one with her black hair in a neat, perfect bun. The colors matched their personalities well, as aforementioned, Lindsey was the wilder one of the two and enjoyed going to wild parties, while Kendra was a lot calmer and would rather stay home and watch sappy chick flicks.

Kendra loved Lindsey as a sister. Lindsey had the power to lead Kendra to go out and do fun things, even if Kendra wasn’t into it, but the redhead had her way of making anything seemingly boring to an enjoyable experience. However, this birthday “party” had to be the only exception to that statement.

“I know, I know.” She waved a dismissing hand. “I would’ve come either way. Can we leave soon? I hate to say it, but there’s no way you or anyone could make this so-called party fun, and you’re the funniest person I know.”

“We can go now, I made an appearance, that’s all I had to do.” Lindsey hooked arms with Kendra. “Let’s go get some actual, good margaritas in our systems.”

She laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

The two began to walk out, but a tall man caught Kendra’s eye.

“Whoa, wait.” She stopped, causing her friend to stop walking as well. “Who is that?”

“What guy?” The redhead asked.

“That tall guy with the brown hair,” she answered.

“Jeremey?” Lindsey saw who she was talking about now. “He’s a new guy. I haven’t talked to him that much, but, from the few encounters I’ve had, he’s a nice guy I guess.”

“He’s very attractive.” She continued to stare at him.

“Girl, you are drooling.” Lindsey raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, crap!” She wiped away the saliva that dripped from her mouth.

“Do you want to talk to him?”

“You’re gonna have to help me,” Kendra replied.

“Fine by me.”

…

Jeremy and Kendra, after a few months of dating, decided to elope. They didn’t care about anyone else at the time, only about each other. Kendra dropped all her family and friends, especially Lindsey. Lindsey hated the relationship since the beginning, claiming that Kendra was living a fallacy.

She inevitably got tired of the constant “warnings” of her so-called best friend and her family. So she got rid of her phone, she wouldn’t need them, all she needed was her darling husband.

Soon enough, the couple bought a nice house in the woods, in seclusion, away from the rest of the world. They didn’t need anyone else, just each other. They were content in their little world, but the world wanted to invade one last time.

Knock! Knock!

The soft knock felt like thunder to the couple inside the house. Did someone get lost in the woods and needed help? Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“I’ll get it.” Kendra smiled at her husband as he snuck off to the other room.

She cautiously opened the door, prepared to fight if need be. The door creaked loudly, she really did have to fix that. “Lindsey?”

“Kendra, hey,” she greeted, somewhat remorsefully. “How are you?”

“I’m… fine,” she replied. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” the redhead sighed. “Your family misses you, I miss you.”

“If you’re coming to warn me again then I don’t care.” She tried to shut the door, but Lindsey stopped it with her hand.

“I didn’t come to warn you about anything,” she lied. “I just want to be your friend again.”

Kendra hesitated, but let her in, leading her to the living room sofa.

“You have a very beautiful home,” Lindsey complimented.

“Thank you, my husband and I have good taste,” she chuckled.

There was a pause. Lindsey glanced at her tiny, silver wrist watch, it has only been two minutes and it felt like she had been there for hours.

“I’m sorry for the stuff I’ve said about you and… uh…” Lindsey half-apologized.

“Husband.” She finished her sentence for her. “It’s fine, I guess. I didn’t react that well either.”

“I probably would’ve reacted the same way,” the redhead shrugged. “Where is Jeremey, anyway?”

“Oh he’s in the bathroom I think,” Kendra answered. “Jeremey, come here! We have a guest!”

The tall man walked out of the room he was in. Lindsey scowled and shook her there. “I tried, but it’s still pointless.”

“Excuse me?!” Black haired lady exclaimed.

“THIS!” She gestured towards her ex-friend. “This is the problem here!”

“What problem?! I just called my husband out here!”

“No, you didn’t!”

“What are you talking about?! He’s right here!”

“No, he isn’t! He died in a car accident after the party!”

There was a pause, Kendra tightened her fist by her side. “Give me evidence.”

“Gladly!” Lindsey opened the front pocket of her red purse and pulled out a newspaper clipping. “Here!”

The black-haired young woman snatched the clipping and quickly scanned it. Her face turned from anger and scorn to a sad, bitter realization. “Then who gave me all those wonderful gifts?”

“Those were gifts from me and a few other people to try to make you feel better. Little did I know, you would take it like this.”

“Then all the dates and kisses we had,” she paused. “That was a dream?”

“As far as I know, yes,” she looked at her friend with sorrow and sincerity. “I’m really sorry, I tried to tell you, but it was like you were in a different world. If you want more evidence, look beside you.”

There was nothing there.

Kendra ran into her master bathroom, locking the door behind her. Lindsey tried to open the door, then began hitting it. “Kendra! Open the door!”

Kendra remained silent and continued to search the bathroom for a razor blade, she had enough, nothing was real, no one was real! She couldn’t trust anyone! She hated this and herself for being so naive and foolish. It was time for it to all end like it should’ve done so long ago.

“Kendra,” a male voice echoed through the room, causing the black-haired girl to turn around.

“Who’s there?” She couldn’t even hear Lindsey’s shouting anymore.

“Kendra” the voice repeated, a bit louder this time.

“… Jeremey?” She called back.

A dark figure slowly faded into existence right in front of her, forming into the shape of a tall man. To Kendra, it didn’t threaten her, instead, it felt comforting. The figure stepped toward her as she stood there, accepting it, her arms wide open so she could finally hold her lost love finally. “Kendra.”

The figure grabbed her neck, the comforting feeling going away as Kendra scratched at his hands to get them off. “J-Jeremy!” She choked out as they fell to the floor.

Lindsey already called the police after banging on the door for a few seconds, she wasn’t taking a chance, but continued slamming herself against the door, trying to knock it down. “Dammit!” She cried as she stepped back for a moment before taking a running start and slamming the door again. It didn’t budge at all.

“How in the h-?”

“Police! Open the door!” A man called from the other side of the front door.

Lindsey ran over to the door and opened it. “The bathroom is right over there!”

The police ran over to the direction she was pointing to.

They tried to bust down the door, but, again, it would not budge.

...

She stared out the skylight of her bathroom ceiling at the dark nothingness of the late night sky, smiling. The stars were not there anymore just like her internal lie. Her love had betrayed her with his demon, for he was angry and tired of her façade. Her smile faded away into a frown as the police took out the door finally but too late. The demon went away as her life did. She would no longer cry or laugh with her “husband”. She realized too late that his beauty was not in the eye of the beholder, but the facade was in the eye of the liar.

#original story #drama #writing #dark writing #psychological horror #paranormal #i wrote this a while back #it was for the writer group I was in but it never went through #now I'm just posting it here #old writing #fiction

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apollos-favourite-bastard · 7 years

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Hi Ryan!! I love your writing so I'd love to peek at what you've been working on! No pressure though of course by the way

Well, Nonald, it would appear you’re the only one, but thank you. I’ve put a little bit under the read more for you. It’s not the original ~10k I was going to put up if people were interested, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Green sparks flare to life when Niall rounds a corner a few blocks from his house, quickly twisting themselves into the form of a dragon as some young bloke spots him with a grin and a bright sparkle in his eyes. A performer, trying to prolong his days of profitability in this little place before he has to move on to a bigger town, somewhere with more competition and fewer people who might be awed by his parlor tricks. He clearly thinks he can draw Niall in, the mandated beige color of his jumper a giveaway of his status and possibility as a mark.

Niall has stepped into the street before the wings can even unfurl on the creature, crossing to the other side of the road without a second thought. He has no intention of contributing to the lad’s delusions of grandeur, or encouraging him to stay in the village any longer than necessary.

“Well, fuck you too.” the lad calls after him, making Niall’s eye twitch, but eliciting no other outward response, until the added, “Fucking non-magicals.”

“You got a problem, mate?” Niall spits out harshly across the empty street, his body going rigid as he turns to glare at the lad.

“Yeah, actually, I do.” the lad says, stalking across the street. “I just tried to put on a nice show for you, and you can’t even be bothered to look. You cross the street, like I’m some kind of menace, out to hurt you. I’m just trying to make a living here, and the least you could do is appreciate it and drop a few pounds in the box.”

“I’m not interested in your show, and I don’t owe you anything.” Niall bites out.

“You say that, but I think you owe us a lot.” the lad smirks. “After all, this isn’t the S.E. You don’t live in a labor camp. We let you roam around freely. I think that deserves a bit of a tax.”

“You’re, what, nineteen? Twenty?” Niall asks, looking the guy over. “You’re young. Stupid. But I’m going to give you a chance to take that back and reform your opinion before you regret it.”

“And what’ll you do if I don’t?” the lad asks, stepping forward while the green sparks flare up again in both of his hands this time. They don’t take form, just jump around in electric arcs between his fingers, a simple shock spell. His mistake.

“Make you regret it.” Niall answers firmly, eyes locked with the kid’s.

A typical magician, the lad thinks with his magic before his head. He’s too cocky, reaching for Niall’s arm to remind him of his place, painfully. He doesn’t expect Niall to know anything about anything, because non-magicals don’t know anything in his mind. They’re laborers, commoners, inferiors. How could Niall possibly comprehend anything when he doesn’t have a spark of magic in his veins?

The real question, though, is how could this lad have survived this long while being so dense?

His hands are coated in sparks, but his clothes aren’t. His wrists and arms are covered in expensive fabric that he likely doesn’t want to char just to protect himself from someone he sees as beneath him, and that leaves him open. Niall is quick, years of boxing and stolen games of footy kicking his reflexes into gear as soon as he sees something coming at him. He grabs the lad’s arm after ducking under it, bringing his leg forward to sweep the kid’s out from under him.

In one fluid movement, he turns the magician’s weapon in on his own chest, connecting with the skin there and sending an electric pulse through him. He shrieks and collapses to the ground, not two seconds having passed since he decided he would teach Niall a lesson.

Niall crouches down, voice dropping low as he says, “A low-level magic user like you hasn’t got the brains or talent to be a threat to anyone. Remember that before you decide you deserve anything. And remember that there are a lot more of us than there are of you.”

The kid doesn’t respond, can’t, in his state. He’s too busy twitching and literally pissing his pants to have even heard a word Niall said. He doesn’t need to, though. Niall’s message got across just fine.

“Oh, look who decided to come home sometime tonight.” Calum scoffs as Niall makes his way into the sitting room.

“Sorry. Got a little caught up on the way home.” Niall says quietly. “Got you some muffins to take back to the shop, though.”

“You know the way to my heart.” Calum grins, catching the brown, paper sack that Niall tosses to him. “But you only get sweets when you’ve done something bad.”

“Just got into a little scuffle.” Niall shrugs, setting the bag with Molly’s favorite orange and cranberry scones on the table and toeing off his boots. “Reminded some arse that not all of us are livestock.”

“Niall.” Calum sighs out his name in a quiet reprimand. “You can’t just go around assaulting magicals.”

“’t was self-defense.” Niall mutters. “Bloke said I should pay him a tax just because I’m not in a labor camp, and tried to attack me when I told him to back off.”

“Well- I have nothing to say to that, then.” Calum hums. “We don’t all think that way, I promise.”

“I know.” Niall sighs. “I do know that. He just- Fuck, he pissed me off. But he also made the first move.”

“I’m sure he did.” Calum nods. “Let me guess, magician?”

“That bloke doing parlor tricks on Rose and Vine.” Niall tells him.

“Oh, I’ve wanted to teach him a thing or two before.” Calum smirks. “He’s gotten mouthy with Luke and Ash as well.”

“Well he’s probably waking up right about now, if you want to add in your thoughts.” Niall tells him. “I’ve got it from here. Give Luke my love. Not Ash, though. He’s been right grumpy.”

“He dropped Luke’s favorite teacup, so Luke’s been withholding contact.” Calum giggles in explanation, pushing himself up off the couch and heading for the door. “Drawn me in on it just so we can watch him twitch and take the piss out of him for it.”

“Not something I needed to know.” Niall scoffs, wrinkling his nose up.

“Don’t be bitter.” Calum hums, slipping his shoes on. “Your celibacy is showing. You know you’ve got an open invitation.”

“Shut it.” Niall groans, halfheartedly chucking a wadded up napkin from the table at him, only to watch it flutter uselessly to the ground halfway there. “Innocent ears.”

“She’s asleep.” Calum says with a roll of his eyes.

“No you aren’t, are you, lovebug?” Niall asks into the air, turning to look at the chunk of wall that hides the hallway from view. “You’re awake and listening to conversations you shouldn’t be, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” comes a drawn out, high-pitched giggling response, accompanied by a head of messy hair and bright blue eyes peeking around. “How’d you know, da?”

“I always know when you’re up to no good.” Niall chuckles, opening up his arms. “Got a sense for it, I do.”

“Shit!” Calum hisses out, making Molly shriek out another giggle as she tears across the room into Niall’s waiting arms.

“Get going.” Niall says, shooting Calum a withering glare. Calum, thankfully, gives a sheepish wave to both of them and then disappears out the door, closing it behind himself. Molly settles into Niall’s lap, head resting against his chest, and he asks, “How much of that did you hear, then?”

“Just the last bit.” Molly admits, eyes already half-lidded now that she’s got her favorite pillow in the form of Niall’s body. “I have to move slow to get over there without you hearing.”

“Slowly.” Niall corrects her, shaking his head and pressing a kiss to the top of hers. “You have to move slowly.”

“What’s cell-busy?” Molly asks, grabbing the arm Niall hasn’t got around her back and pulling it closer to ask for a hug, to which Niall gladly obliges her.

“Nothing important, lovebug.” Niall chuckles. “Did you have fun with Cal?”

“Yeah.” Molly says around a yawn, fighting the steady increase of weight on her eyelids. “He helped me draw some pictures, and then we did a puzzle.”

“You’ll have to show me tomorrow.” Niall murmurs, hiding his smile in her frizzed-out hair, already a tangled mess from the ten minutes or so she spent in bed before she decided to sneak out and eavesdrop.

“Do you work tomorrow?” Molly asks, the words muffled by her own fist in front of her mouth, her go-to comfort position, even after Niall finally got her to break her thumb-sucking habit a couple years ago.

“Not until nighttime.” Niall tells her.

“Can we go to the shop and get a new book?” Molly begs.

“I just got you three new books.” Niall points out.

“I finished ‘em.” Molly tells him, making his smile grow even larger.

“Suppose we have to, then.” Niall agrees. “But now it’s time to get you to bed, lovebug.”

“I wanna sleep with you, da.” Molly says, breaking the spell of drowsiness just enough to look up at him with pleading eyes.

“How could I say no to that face?” Niall gives in, the urge to fight never crossing his mind.

#TMT #Nonald

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bffhreprise · 4 years

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Entry 297

“Uh… so bright out. I couldn’t get here quickly enough.” came a voice from the front hall. Suddenly, a girl stood in the doorway to the ballroom, smiling as she looked around.

Cosette… I knew her name from the profiles I read. She was supposedly… no. She is a vampire. James had warned me about her.

“I’m sooo hungry. My client had windows everywhere, so finding a dark area to work was the worst. The kitchen table was sickeningly white, and reflected the sun into my eyes. Burnt eyeballs are never fun. The living room had one of those awful, oversized windows that allows the light to pour in even when it’s barely rising. Worse yet, they had a faux curtain for the enormous thing. I finally found a spot, just a spot, of relative darkness where I could pretend I was comfortable.” she ranted, gracefully prancing about the room as she looked at everyone hungrily. As she moved, the fangs in her mouth became longer and longer till they stretched far out from her mouth.

I sunk lower and lower into my chair, not wanting to be noticed at the moment, despite trying to watch. Thankfully, Kayla was doing schoolwork in her room, or I’d have to be running out of here with her.

Reaching Portentia, her mouth opened incredibly wide—wide enough for those enormous fangs to stretch apart—as she prepared to bite.

“Cosette, behave.” chided James, sounding amused.

“But James…” she pouted, her teeth back to human-sized again. When she realized that he wasn’t changing his mind, she sighed and said, “I’m telling Aaliyah.” She turned slightly to look at the incredible girl before saying, “Aaliyah, the boss won’t let me pick on our new arrivals.”

I blinked. She really did all of that just as a joke?

“Really!?” exclaimed Aaliyah excitedly. “Do you wish to file a report!?”

Cosette tapped her chin dramatically as she considered. “Roughly how long would the report take?”

“Only a couple hours. I like to be thorough.” responded Aaliyah without hesitation.

“I’ll pass.” replied Cosette.

Then Aaliyah took a turn at pouting as she asked “Why doesn’t anyone like my reports? Paperwork is important!”

I understood, sadly. Paperwork surely was important in a rich business like this, but… that employee contract was far too long to be comprehensible. Writing the thing must have taken months, even for her. Just what I knew she accomplished in the last year seemed like an impossible load, but she managed to put out a successful game, create countless advertisements, and help James get this business running smoothly while also creating an incredibly sophisticated A.I. for the company as well as countless other bits of technology throughout the house.

“Jemal, I should mention that there is a box for memos on the company site as well as the phone app. I don’t know if anyone other than Aaliyah actually checks those, but they do exist.” announced James, sounding amused again at his little secretary’s expense.

“James! Do people really not read my memos!?” exclaimed Aaliyah in shock.

“If they did, they’d never manage to fit in work, relaxation, and training. Sorry, but I don’t know where they can sacrifice as I find all three equally important.” he casually replied.

“We could have a meeting to discuss it!” asserted Aaliyah, grinning again.

“Man-slave, I’m busy that day. Would you mind doing the schedule personally for it?” inquired Emma, smiling in a way that showed she was up to something.

“Emma, did you forget to inform me of something? I seem to be missing a floating block of time for you.” stated Mila. “Furthermore, I’m personally capable of fibbing for you, so there’s no need to bother the Master over scheduling.”

Emma’s grin widened playfully. “Thanks, Mila! You’re the best!”

“Mila!” gasped Aaliyah.

“Yes, Mother?” replied Mila, sounding perfectly polite.

Aaliyah turned to face Mila’s body, staring at her with those wide, glistening eyes. “You’d really help her skip a meeting?”

“Of course, Mother, especially when the meeting’s regarding memos.” replied Mila immediately.

Aaliyah’s expression turned to shock as she exclaimed “Memos are important!”

“I am well aware, Mother, which is why I read each and every one before disseminating the information for everyone in a more effective manner.” explained Mila dutifully.

“James, I may have raised my daughter poorly… she’s so rebellious!” insisted Aaliyah as she looked to him for help.

Mila, who also had turned to face James, said, “Master, Mother’s pretending not to notice that I’m operating well within the acceptable behavioral parameters she set for me.”

Aaliyah stuck her tongue out at Mila, looking adorable.

“Mother, are you sure you haven’t missed your nap time?” teased Mila with a small smile.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The two of them bantered effortlessly in a way they both seemed to enjoy. If not for having seen the inciting cause, I’d have thought this scripted by Aaliyah for her own amusement. But… I had talked with Mila constantly since moving in. She was indistinguishable from a human when I ignored how fast she could respond through computers. Aaliyah and Mila continued their exchange while citing what sounded like bits of code as to whether or not Mila should be arguing.

“Think you’ll be able to get accustomed to this life?” questioned James.

A few seconds later, I glanced over, realizing he was watching me. Realizing that he had asked me the question, I blurted “Of course! Glad to be here, sir.” When my mind caught up to my mouth, I pointed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror which acted as my monitor for Ancient Tribes of Earth and asked “But does this really qualify as work?”

“Jobs vary greatly from client-to-client, so we must maintain our skills in as many areas as possible.” he replied succinctly. Then he smiled and said, “Besides, playing Ancient Tribes of Earth together not only helps maintain company morale but encourages us to work together in a broader variety of areas, though I will say you’re missing out by not being in my guild.”

“Sorry. I really can see about switching.” I asserted immediately.

“You really don’t have to switch. I just want you to be aware that we’ll gladly take you if you feel like switching at some point. We’ll also take anyone for whom you vouch.” replied James as he turned back to his screen.

“Thank you.” I told him, again amazed that I had such a conscientious boss.

“Honey, I’m home!” exclaimed Brandon boisterously as he stepped into the room.

“Man-slave, I think Brandon’s really cracked this time.” suggested Emma playfully. “He seems to believe that he’s finally gotten a girlfriend.”

“Hey now! I could easily get a girlfriend.” argued Brandon as he crossed his arms and stared down at her.

“Sorry, but I doubt you can stay quiet long enough for someone to miss your personality.” teased his sister, Brenna, without glancing back.

“Sis! Come on. Show me a little love here.” he complained, throwing up his hands in frustration.

“What? I was being nice about it.” she insisted, sounding amused.

“Ouch. So burned.” asserted Emma with a small laugh.

“Boss, a little help.” begged Brandon hopefully.

James didn’t even look up as he said, “Mila, mind signing Brandon up to some dating sites and making him sound good in the profile?”

“Sorry, Master, but I doubt he’d live up to anything I put down if I were to make him sound good.” replied Mila playfully.

“Mila! You too?” questioned Brandon as he stared at her..

“I’m only teasing, Brandon. I’ll gladly help you get a girlfriend if that is your wish.” she assured him.

“Oh, nah. I can get my own girlfriend. I had just been hoping you might’ve taken up my side.” he explained.

“You had a side?” questioned Cosette as if surprised by the idea. “Sorry, but I thought everyone was merely shattering your delusions of grandeur to save you from such a great fall when you realized all hope for you was a lie.” Glancing back at him, she was grinning.

“Oh! You too now! That’s it. I’m really going to get a girlfriend. Just you wait!” exclaimed Brandon, shaking his finger at her.

“Though I can hold my breath forever, I still won’t bother.” she taunted playfully.

“Portentia, want to be my hero?” he questioned as he stepped toward her. “I could use a wingman tonight.”

Portentia had been engaged in battle for the past several minutes and didn’t really seem to be paying attention to much. Brandon’s shadow had apparently gotten her attention. “Sorry. What’s happening?” she questioned, quickly looking from him to the screen where a bunch of text showed the past few minutes of conversation.

“I need a wingman. Want to go somewhere tonight and help me find a girlfriend?” he asked hopefully.

“Huh? Why me?” she asked curiously.

“You haven’t been picking on me, and Jemal might be competition.” he explained, giving me a wink.

I felt I should take that as a compliment, but I was still a little dubious. What if I had missed something during the exchange? Everyone here was so exceptional, and I was far behind… incredibly far behind.

“I didn’t technically pick on you either.” asserted James.

“Yeah-yeah, but I wouldn’t stand a chance with you around.” insisted Brandon as he frowned.

I could easily understand that sentiment. James was… James. Tall, handsome, incredibly kind, and very wealthy… With none of it, he’d still effortlessly win people over. He took Brandon’s reply with a shrug. Having a fiancée, he probably didn’t want to go on a date anyway.

“I suppose I could, but I might have to take off at a moment’s notice if a problem arises.” replied Portentia, looking at him meaningfully.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t catch the subtext.

“Yeah-yeah. I get that, but it’ll be fun!” he asserted, squeezing her shoulder.

She glanced at his hand before saying, “I’ll also break your arm if you try anything. Don’t be a villain.”

“Deal!” he exclaimed, releasing his grip and stepping back with his hands up defensively. He was grinning now.

After James had told me about Portentia, I had read the company profile. Supposedly, she’d heal from anything, and had already healed in an instant from countless things that would have killed a normal person. People here just weren’t normal.

“Remember that you’re contractually obligated not to impair your value as a best friend with criminal records if things escalate while you’re out.” cautioned Aaliyah without looking up.

Intrigued, and maybe a little worried, I asked “Whoa. What’s she mean?”

“Oh. Umm… I think there’s a clause stating that I have the right to terminate you if you do something unbecoming for a best friend in public, but don’t worry too much about it. Image can greatly affect who is willing to hire you, but I don’t foresee anyone here doing something too outlandish,” explained James as he continued maneuvering his character through the game.

“Actually, he has the right to terminate anyone at whim!” exclaimed Aaliyah giddily.

Glancing back at me, James quickly said, “No one’s been terminated.”

“Would you mind hiring a few people to terminate, man-slave?” suggested Emma playfully. “I kinda want to start calling you ‘The Terminator’ now.”

“Oh. Mother, would you consider that as a possible costume for me next Halloween?” asked Mila thoughtfully. “I feel I’d have significant aptitude for it.”

“Umm… should I worry about an A.I. wanting to become a terminator?” I questioned, seeing the obviously sinister idea in the suggestion.

“Worry? You kidding? That’d be sweet!” insisted Brandon.

“How’s Skynet coming along, Aaliyah?” questioned James seriously.

“Mila’s almost there.” she told him, winking.

Even when James laughed, I was still feeling a little disconcerted. Despite knowing that James was an impeccable guy, I couldn’t deny that the people here could probably pull off such an apocalyptic scenario. Of the things I had seen in my short time here, there was less that anyone outside of here would believe than there were things I witnessed that others would believe. “Best Friend For Hire” could easily be renamed “World-Redefining Solutions Inc.”

#Best Friend For Hire Reprise #Best #Friend #For #Hire #Reprise #Jovial Times #Jovial #Times #Fantasy #Fiction #Story

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bestfriendforhire · 7 years

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Entry 298

“Cosette, behave.” I chided as I watched her fangs stretching to ridiculously large proportions.

“But James…” she pouted.

Jemal looked freaked out. Cosette started talking about how hungry she was when she came home from her morning job, elaborating on how difficult finding a truly dark area in her client’s house was.

I was quite well aware that she was fine now, having absorbed some of Portentia’s blood through her hand as she made a great show of preparing to bite her.

She sighed and said, “I’m telling Aaliyah.” Then she turned to where Aaliyah was sitting and complained “Aaliyah, the boss won’t let me pick on our new arrivals.”

Turning from her game briefly, Aaliyah looked up with wide eyes and said, “Really!? Do you wish to file a report!?”

Cosette seemed to be considering this for a moment and then said, “Roughly how long would the report take?”

“Only a couple hours. I like to be thorough.” replied Aaliyah.

“I’ll pass.” stated Cosette.

Aaliyah pouted, saying, “Why doesn’t anyone like my reports? Paperwork is important!”

“James! Do people really not read my memos!?” asked Aaliyah.

“If they did, they’d never manage to fit in work, relaxation, and training. Sorry, but I don’t know where they can sacrifice as I find all three equally important.” I admitted.

“We could have a meeting to discuss it!” exclaimed Aaliyah.

“Man-slave, I’m busy that day. Would you mind doing the schedule personally for it?” asked Emma.

“Thanks, Mila! You’re the best!” exclaimed Emma.

“Mila!” exclaimed Aaliyah.

“Yes, mother?” she asked.

“You’d really help her skip a meeting?” complained Aaliyah, pouting as she looked over to where one of Mila’s bodies stood.

“Of course, mother, especially when the meeting’s regarding memos.” replied Mila, causing Aaliyah to look at her in shock.

“Memos are important!” exclaimed Aaliyah.

“I am well aware, mother, which is why I read each and every one before disseminating the information for everyone in a more effective manner.” explained Mila.

“James, I may have raised my daughter poorly… she’s so rebellious!” insisted Aaliyah.

“Master, mother’s pretending not to notice that I’m operating well within the acceptable behavioral parameters she set for me.” stated Mila.

Aaliyah stuck her tongue out at Mila.

“Mother, are you sure you haven’t missed your nap time?” teased Mila.

Throughout the exchange, Jemal stared back and forth between the two with his eyes growing wider and wider. His character on <i>Ancient Tribes of Earth</i> was in a city, so I wasn’t too worried about him being attacked. Kayla was hopefully doing schoolwork in her room. At very least, Mila hadn’t informed us of any problems yet.

“Think you’ll be able to get accustomed to this life?” I asked as Aaliyah and Mila continued to banter..

Jemal didn’t seem to realized I was speaking to him at first, but then quickly said, “Of course! Glad to be here, sir. But does this really qualify as work?”

“Jobs vary greatly from client-to-client, so we must maintain our skills in as many areas as possible.” I informed him. “Besides, playing Ancient Tribes of Earth together not only helps maintain company morale but encourages us to work together in a broader variety of areas, though I will say you’re missing out by not being in my guild.”

“Sorry. I really can see about switching.” insisted Jemal.

“You really don’t have to switch. I just want you to be aware that we’ll gladly take you if you feel like switching at some point. We’ll also take anyone for whom you vouch.” I explained.

He smiled and said, “Thank you.”

“Honey, I’m home!” called Brandon as he stepped into the room.

“Man-slave, I think Brandon’s really cracked this time.” stated Emma. “He seems to believe that he’s finally gotten a girlfriend.”

“Hey now! I could easily get a girlfriend.” argued Brandon.

“Sorry, but I doubt you can stay quiet long enough for someone to miss your personality.” teased Brenna.

“Sis! Come on. Show me a little love here.” he complained.

“What? I was being nice about it.” she retorted.

“Ouch. So burned.” claimed Emma.

“Boss, a little help.” stated Brandon.

“Mila, mind signing Brandon up to some dating sites and making him sound good in the profile?” I asked.

“Sorry, master, but I doubt he’d live up to anything I put down if I were to make him sound good.” teased Mila.

“Mila! You too?” complained Brandon.

“I’m only teasing, Brandon. I’ll gladly help you get a girlfriend if that is your wish.” she assured him.

“Oh, nah. I can get my own girlfriend. I had just been hoping you might’ve taken up my side.” he told her.

“You had a side?” asked Cosette. “Sorry, but I thought everyone was merely shattering your delusions of grandeur to save you from such a great fall when you realized all hope for you was a lie.”

“Oh! You too now! That’s it. I’m really going to get a girlfriend. Just you wait!” exclaimed Brandon.

“Though I can hold my breath forever, I still won’t bother.” teased Cosette.

“Portentia, want to be my hero? I could use a wingman tonight.” stated Brandon.

“Sorry. What’s happening?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“I need a wingman. Want to go somewhere tonight and help me find a girlfriend?” he asked.

“Huh? Why me?” she inquired.

“You haven’t been picking on me, and Jemal might be competition.” he replied.

“I didn’t technically pick on you either.” I told him.

“Yeah-yeah, but I wouldn’t stand a chance with you around.” he insisted.

I shrugged. I wasn’t really interested in going out somewhere to meet girls. Alma surely wouldn’t approve.

“I suppose I could, but I might have to take off at a moment’s notice if a problem arises.” she warned him.

“Yeah-yeah. I get that, but it’ll be fun!” he exclaimed.

I was tempted to give Brandon further warning against taking Portentia along, but he should be well aware of how her presence influences things by now.

“I’ll also break your arm if you try anything.” she stated. “Don’t be a villain.”

“Deal!” he exclaimed.

“Remember that you’re contractually obligated not to impair your value as a best friend with criminal records if things escalate while you’re out.” stated Aaliyah without even turning from her screen.

“Whoa. What’s she mean?” asked Jemal.

“Actually, he has the right to terminate anyone at whim!” exclaimed Aaliyah.

I quickly assured Jemal “No one’s been terminated.”

“Would you mind hiring a few people to terminate, man-slave?” suggested Emma. “I kinda want to start calling you ‘the terminator’ now.”

“Oh. Mother, would you consider that as a possible costume for me next Halloween?” asked Mila. “I feel I’d have significant aptitude for it.”

“Umm… should I worry about an A.I. wanting to become a terminator?” asked Jemal.

“Worry? You kidding? That’d be sweet!” exclaimed Brandon.

“How’s Skynet coming along, Aaliyah?” I asked.

“Mila’s almost there.” she replied with a wink.

I laughed at Jemal’s disturbed expression. He obviously wasn’t accustomed to us yet, but I was certain he’d learn in time that this was home.

#Best #Friend #For #Hire #Jovial #Times #Fantasy #Fiction #Story #Aaliyah #Cosette #Brandon #Brenna #Jemal #Mila #Portentia

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jackblankhsh · 7 years

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Inauguration of a Nightmare -- building the avalanche

JANUARY 20, 2017– the resistance begins

Sirens randomly wailed as emergency vehicles screamed towards grim scenarios. For any city native it’s a common sound, though one is tempted to call it foreshadowing. A palpable dread pollutes the dreamlike atmosphere of this fog shrouded metropolis. Any other night it might feel like the start of adventure and perhaps it still does, though one can’t help feeling what lies ahead is too dark to enjoy. Yet, it’s the perfect time for Chicago to feel ethereal. The last few months have certainly felt unreal.

In that time America elected a new president. By many standards the man is barely human. A mass of congealed hate and rotted dumpster meat wrapped in ruby cheeked Peking duck skin, cloaked in a miasmic aura of narcissism, dishonesty, and the kind of childishness one hopes never to see in a world leader; there are many facets to this wicked pig. Like a matryoshka doll many entities exist within his soul: the Twitter crazed tantrum throwing teenager, world’s most successful conman, the unstoppable pussy grabbing hand rapist, demagogue extraordinaire, and gold plated plutocrat. His obvious flaws caused Olympic grade mental gymnastic in many of his followers, while he fought hard to ultimately lose the popular vote, yet still become president.

So on the night of his inauguration thousands gathered in Chicago. In Washington protesters assembled for the event itself, but they got off on the wrong foot. Violence erupted, and though brief, it tainted the message. The goal of these protests is not to spill blood, or burn the world, it’s to avoid silence. Activists want to show where they stand: against what is coming. This is especially necessary now given Trump’s pathological lying, and routine desire to rewrite history for his benefit. Even after winning the election he found it so implausible that he lost the popular vote he began alleging voter fraud. Not only does he operate under the delusion the country loves him he thinks reality is open to revision, particularly if it doesn’t match the fantasy in his head. That’s why people are gathering in order to leave a mark which cannot be denied.

Walking there, distracted by bleak visions of tomorrow – Vlad and Donnie raping Lady Liberty while dead eyed Stepford wife Melania watches, waiting to be told what to think, and press secretary Spicer prepares alternative facts to explain the grotesquery favorably – I wandered down the wrong street. Instead of joining at the designated assembly point, Wabash and Wacker, I strolled down an empty avenue cordoned off by a smattering of cops. However, police made no move to stop a solitary oddity drifting with the trickle of 9-to-Fivers. I blended in, and got a chance to observe the cops in waiting.

Chicago police have a long history with protests, not all of it good, but in that time they’ve learned a thing or two. Instead of trying to herd the rally they simply fortified the only target of assault. The odds of anyone getting within spitting distance seemed improbable, and because I beat them by chance I will eternally regret not taking the opportunity to hork a wad of phlegm at the building. An officer moved a barricade aside to let me out of the area, complimenting my sideburns as I passed. It made me wonder about their feelings. Some may not have voted for him, but are now ordered to protect his property like dutiful centurions. One can only hope that given a crisis of conscious, a moment that requires humanity not slave devotion to orders, they’ll do the right thing. But for now they simply want the night to pass peacefully. They aren’t alone.

Demonstrators assembled loosely, crowding into a tighter collective by Kupcinet Bridge. There to shout across the river at the name TRUMP glowing in blue tinted lights. Among the masses a throng of musicians calling themselves Sousaphones Against Hate provided an odd soundtrack to the evening’s events. One doesn’t think of sousaphones when picturing a protest, but they added a flavor to the affair more clichéd choices would not. There’s something about a brass band playing “The Imperial March” – it put a smile on the face of a man dressed as a nuclear missile, his costume chillingly implicative, but given the music one could only grin as well.

Homemade signs declared the litany of grievances against President Trump from his failures as a human being and business person to his grotesque, undesirable political agenda. It’s unnerving to watch a young woman hold up a sign in hopes of reminding the world she’s deserves decent treatment because she doesn’t expect it in Trump’s America. After all, she isn’t the right color, or on the right side, literally and figuratively, though it is heartening to witness so many gathered to stand with her.

Amidst the activists at least two different publications vied for attention. Handed for free to any who wanted them, one extolled the virtues of socialism, the other communism, while both asserted this presidency is the fault of capitalism. Some took the papers gladly, though a few accepted them with a roll of the eyes destining them for the trash can unread. Wandering the crowd I picked up discussions as protesters tried to comprehend how this reality came into being. Everyone seemed to subscribe to their own theories which tended to lean toward their personal cause. African Americans asserted racism as a primary factor in Trump’s win, while many women blamed sexism, but it’s important to note no one dismissed anyone else’s idea… except for one young man jabbering a slew of Orwellian weed tangled gibberish. Many politely ignored him. The point being that under a microscope everyone there clearly believed in a different cause, specific to their personal lives, yet those factors go somewhat to the wayside as activists assembled to resist the new president.

A problem with contemporary protests is that everyone wants to come together as one but be heard individually. Of one goal, demonstrators expect to be heard in multiple voices, each distinguishable from the whole. This results in a garbled message. However, that didn’t happen here. Whatever a person’s reasons, everyone came to protest Trump. And that message came across.

That made it sad when the various local news outlets seemed reluctant to record anything. I watched camera operators fiddle with equipment, but not shoot a thing. They swapped idle chit chat waiting for, I can only assume, something unpleasant. Riots are ratings gold after all. I thought maybe they wanted to wait until the crowd reached a more sizable proportion, but honestly, the mass never reached anything critical. Though thousands may’ve come a casual glance could tell the number easily stayed below ten, possibly even five… or dare say two. Friday’s rally didn’t have an astonishing turnout, though Saturday would demonstrate perhaps many merely opted to wait to march in solidarity with the women of America.

Still, this is a new era. Reliance on old media is unnecessary. I saw several in attendance recording, live streaming, photographing and video documenting the event. The regular news may not have covered Friday’s protest in-depth, but the irregular new news, beamed out across social media, spoke volumes.

The night started. Chants kicked up then died down, not enough voices joining in. An organizer shouted into a crackling PA system that occasionally cut out, her voice vanishing before returning midsentence in a cloud of static. Volunteers passed out chant sheets, so anyone in attendance would know what to say. Glancing over one I noticed a preponderance of, “2, 4, 6, 8…” followed by rhymes like, “No more violence, no more hate.” After an hour, though, standing around felt like doing nothing, so I went into Hoyt, a nearby hotel tavern. Also I needed to piss.

Inside I found a pair of bottle blondes taking selfies, giggling over white wine without a care in the world. Most eyes glued to the Hawks game on TV. A few tourists glanced out the windows, and as if for the first time noticed the protesters choking the street. They speculated about what could be happening. It didn’t seem clear despite the “fuck Trump” signs and mass of humanity shouting anti-Trump rhetoric. Then in true tourist fashion they hurried to the windows to snap pics, capturing real world souvenirs.

Then midway through a refreshing Scotch I saw the protesters start marching. I slammed the contents of my glass, and hurried outside.

“This is it!” I thought, “The resistance has begun!”

Rushing to catch up I saw the demonstrators halt at Michigan Avenue. Anticipating the attempt police stood ready to hold the movement back. So for a time the protest seemed destined to merely pinball between two streets until a group of activists turned the flow towards the river walk.

Anxious to storm the Tower, the march poured down the concrete steps. Hurrying to lower Wacker the maneuver seemed naïve. Surely police must’ve anticipated such a move, though in fact they didn’t need to. As already mentioned, barricades stood preventing anyone from getting close enough to piss on the gutters out front. But motion feels like action, so the bulk of protesters surged onward. Signs held aloft elicited honks of support from passing motorists. Cheering, feeling rejuvenated, on the road to success, the march circled like a shark.

It was then I saw a couple pausing from the protest to take a picture. Passing by the infamous Billy Goat Tavern, a boyfriend photographed his girlfriend. She posed to have, not only the landmark, but her sign in the photo as well. The march slowly getting away from them, while they made sure to get the right shot.

Shortly afterward I heard two demonstrators talking:

“Which street do we turn down to get to Trump Tower?”

“The next one?”

This exchange taking place a block after the relevant street. I thought about directing them, but momentum seemed in favor of simply wandering the streets, shouting for attention. When an organizer cried out, “We’re going to Lakeshore Drive!” trying to corral the herd to the Chicago landmark I departed from the march. Gumming up LSD with protesters has become a predictable move in recent years. It felt like the obligatory song of a one hit wonder trying to win back fans drifting to the exit. Make no mistake, the spirit is willing, the flesh is not weak, but the movement is already fatigued.

Every day is a fresh pot of awful drunk choking back vomit. This weekend’s protests are important, but they are more indicative of what’s to come rather than anything expected to effect change. It would take god-sized optimism bordering on lunatic naivety to presume protests alone will unseat this “man.” This is only the beginning.

Now that it’s proven a call to action can assemble the masses it’s time to consider the next move. It isn’t enough to simply get people together. Protests, after all, are more symbolic than effective. Their main accomplishment is proving there is a movement, but they have to have an impact on something other than awareness of said movement.

A friend of mine put it best, and if I may paraphrase: it starts with a snowflake building to an avalanche. We now need the avalanche.

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