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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 29: Tested

As you sat in the middle of Kenma's sprawled leg, you two cuddled with controllers at hand.

A year at most had passed since the release of Puri Puri Magika: Lost Magic™ and things happened.

Of course PPM recieved a lot of rewards and the hype of the game still hasn't died which surprised you. A multi-player version was also released after 5 months.

You had publish and completed 2 Manga and have a new one on going. Your Manga recieved an anime adaptation which made you proud.

Kenma had won awards as well. Not that we'd go into that🙄. He also 'forced' you to move in so he could make sure you're living healthy and not staying up for a week finishing your script. He also dedicated a day where he streams with you, so you could rest.

You both usually used your time playing games that were on top charts. And among all the games only 1 game almost topped PPM.

The game Kenma had asked Sakujo to make. They publicly released it as a dating simulator, which you could either end up with Kenma or you.

"You idiot! Just fucking die already!!" You screeched as you button mashed.

Right now you were playing Street fighter to match with Kenma's retro theme of the month.

"You suck at this."

"Shut the fuck up! How do I do Kamehameha?!!!??"

Kenma sighed, "It's not called Kamehameha idiot. It's called-" He didn't need to finish his sentence when his character finished you off with a yell of "Hadouken!"

You looked at how your character lost and clenched you jaw.

"You suck!!!! You're a cheater!!!! I hate this let's play something else!!!!!" You screamed.

Kenma frowned at how loud your were but obliged. He checked the comments to see which games they were recommending.

"Let's play th---" He was cut off when the door slammed open outside.

The two of you looked at each other.

"Y/N!!! BABEEEEE!!!!" You heard your Soulmate yell at the living room.

"AHHH! Kuroo!!!!" You hopped off Kenma and ran to the door.

Kenma wouldn't agree but according to the comments, Kenma gave a horrified and broken look the moment you jumped off.

"This idiot." He grumbled and followed you as fast as he could not bothering with his stream.

He saw how you and Kuroo approached each other in slow mo, skipping to each other. So Kenma had no trouble grabbing you by the hood of your hoodie and frowned at Kuroo only to see Alisa holding Kuroo in a choke hold.

"Hey Kenma!" Alisa smiled.

The blond nodded and dragged you behind him.

"Alisaaaaa! Kenmaaaa!!!! You can't split away soulmates!! Let us goo!!!" You and Kuroo struggled from their hold.

Managing to free a hand you both tried to reach out to each other, only for Alisa to choke Kuroo harder killing the poor man.

"I came to borrow YN~" Alisa sang looking at Kenma.

"If she's going be like this, you can have her."

"Swap her with Kuroo?"

"Why the fuck would I want Kuroo?"

"Well I can't have both of them! Do you seriously want them arrested? Again?"

Kenma groaned at sighed. He let Alisa drag you to your closet and he was stuck with Kuroo.

After you got prepared to go out you gave Kenma a kiss and tried to do it Kuroo as well but the demonic aura of the two scared you both so you decided against it and went out.

Unbeknownst to you the two male had a talk about something. Unfortunately unbeknownst to them, the stream was still active...

Alisa dragged you from shop to shop. Buying this and that.

After what seemed to be 3 hours you and Alisa went to a food court.

To your surprise you saw Keiji, Tenma and Yamaguchi together.

"Y/N! Alisa!" Satori greeted.

"What are you guys doing here?" You asked shocked.

"Well we wanted to hang out and Alisa said you were with her so we went here." Tenma grinned.

"Satori dragged me with him." Akaashi said.

They all joined you and then conversation just flowed perfectly. You talked about this and that while eating.

You'd check on your phone hoping to see a message from Kenma but you got none.

"You keep checking your phone, want us gone that bad?" Satori frowned.

"N-No! I was just checking if Kenma left a message."

"Did he?"

"Nope. I kinda wanna go home now."

"Oh my god what if he's cheating on you?" Satori gasped. Which earned him a hit from Alisa and Akaashi.

"As if that hermit could get anyone else. Especially with Kuroo following him. My Soulmate would make girls pass out before they could even glance at Kenma."

"I don't understand why YN loves Kuroo more than Kenma." Yamaguchi laughed nervously.

"Alisa prefers Kenma. Kuroo prefers YN. Kenma hates everyone." Akaashi pointed out.

"If Alisa would let me I wouldn't mind being a third."

"One thing we agreed on is never put you and Kuroo together and unsupervised. So no I don't think so."

"When did you learn that?" Tenma asked.

"After the two got arrested." Akaashi answered.

"Huh?"

"It was at a train. Something... Explicit happened." Alisa sighed remembering what happened.

"H-Huh?"

"YN went on her knees on a train. They didn't actually do anything, just suggested the thought but I guess it was enough to get them arrested." Akaashi explained.

"That's where the KenYN break up came in."

"I'm surprised Kenma and Alisa are still dating you and Kuroo at this point."

"I know right?" Alisa cringed. "Anyway we should continue our shopping spree."

You all stood up and roamed around for another hour or two until Alisa got a message.

"We should go home. Kuroo just texted me. You guys wanna come with?"

They all shrugged and said they'll meet you at your place.

When you got home you got home you laughed seeing how messy your place was. It was like there's a con going on at your house.

Everyone in it was Cosplaying as some game character. There were people you didn't quite know who.

"Y/N!!!!" Kuroo came barelling towards you in his Luigi costume with Mario right behind him.

"Ahh! Where's Akaashi?!" Mario, who turned out to be Bokuto, asked.

Alisa stepped in front of you before Kuroo got to you and turned to Bokuto. "He's on his way. He probably changed clothes."

"What's happening? Why is everyone dressed up?"

Kenma came out of the room with his Overwatch cosplay. You told your friends you were going to Kenma and went over.

"Well hello there. What's up with everything?"

"Do you not know what today is?" Kenma asked.

"Oh fuck, is it our anniversary?"

You and Kenma just looked at each. You fucked up.

"You don't know when that is?"

"P-psh. Of course I-I know!

Kenma flicked your forehead and walked away after saying, "Get dressed. Choose whatever you want."

And now he's upset at you. You felt guilty about forgetting what today was.

Luckily you and Kenma often Cosplay during stream so you had spares. You decided to go as Graves from League of Legends with face beard and all.

Everyone was looking at you when you got out of the room which made you feel anxious.

Was this party for you and you forgot about it? It wasn't Kenma's birthday that's for sure. What could it have been?

Alisa came to you in a KDA Akali Cosplay that you assume Kenma lent her.

"Oh my god the photos are gonna be so great."

"I think Kenma's mad at me..." You mumbled.

"When is he not?"

"I don't know what today is..."

"Just- it'll come to you sooner or later."

You frowned as you scanned the room for your man. You saw Akaashi in a Kingdom Hearts Cosplay, Satori and Wakatoshi in a Tomb Raider costume. Hinata and Kageyama in Danganronpa. Link, who is Atsumu, clinging to Skull Kid. Sakujo and his husband wearimg you and Kenma's character in PPM.

But you found no one in an Overwatch costume.

"Excuse me..." You heard from the front. It was Kuroo, Bokuto and Kenma on an improvised stage.

"I'm sure everyone here knows what's going on right?" Kenma said exaggerating on the word everyone.

"Today, to continue our celebration we will be having a treasure hunt! The treasures you're looking for are in a form of a game loot box of various game style."

"There are a total of 21 loot boxes around town. One of them empty. You are to bring the loot box unopened here and you'll claim the prize of whatever it is in it. You could either come home empty handed or 100k courtesy to our dear host."

"The clues to the boxes are cut evenly to all the players. All the players will have 1 clue. Each players could only get one loot box and it has to correspond to your clue. Come up and get your clue!"

With that, Bokuto brought out a box with a hole on top. Everyone went on stage and got their clue. You were the last to get the clue so you were excited.

The thought of at least 45 adults in Cosplay running around town looking for boxes humored you. So you excitedly looked at your clue.

What made today special.

You froze. It was as if they were doing this in purpose. You had no idea what today was, and of course you had to get the clue asking for what today was.

You looked at Kenma and he gave you a look. Did he know which clue you got, and is disappointed you didn't know what it was?

You took a deep breath and went over to Kenma. "I-I'll win! I know it."

Kenma nodded. "That'll be one less 100k. Do win."

"Ready???" Kuroo called everyone.

"Go!" Bokuto yelled and everyone went out.

Eyes were on us with a bunch of adults wearing Cosplay coming out of a room. Some recognized people it made you realize everyone running right now was a pretty big deal in entertainment industry or related to someone. No one recognized you though. Bless your fake beard.

You ran to wherever you could think of. Enix, Jump, your place. But you saw nothing. Then you thought of the party.

The party wasn't a year ago from today but it was the only one you could think of.

You ran you were just so tired. After all you've been running for hours. And when you got there.

It was empty.

It broke your heart. You couldn't remember what today was. You failed Kenma.

You just gave up. You needed Kenma's comfort, but you were afraid you won't get it since you failed.

You sadly made your way back to you place. Tears threatening to fall. You were disappointed in yourself.

"Y/N." You heard someone call. You lifted your head to see Kenma.

The tears fell. "Kenma... I could find the box..."

Everyone was already back, and was looking out.

"I-I looked everywhere and I-I just couldn't find it..." A soft sob escaped your lips. And you looked down.

"Y/N."

"I-I don't remember what today is..."

"Y/N look at me." Kenma called.

You lifted your head and saw that Kenma was on his knees. Your eyes widened.

"H-Huh...?"

He brought out a Overwatch loot box from his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Today... Was the day when it all started. The day you showed up in my steps with a stupid flash drive..." He laughed weakly.

You blinked confused of what's happening.

"The day I saw, was the most important day for me. It was the day... The day I noticed you. I really hate you back then. You were so annoying, you still are. You're so persistent. So loud. You ruined my stream. And you kept bothering me. "

"Now you're just insulting me..." You laughed sadly.

"I-I... Look... I love you. I love you YN LN." And looked at the box, "Do you want to know what box you got?"

"Uh-Hm..."

When you opened the box there was a ring.

"Marry me."

You took the box from him and laughed. "You are such a nerd!" Wrapping your arms around him and gave him a kiss.

The crowd hollered and awed at you two. Chanting "Answer him!" and "Say yes!"

When you two parted you rested your forehead against his.

"I love you so much Kenma. I'd love to spend an eternity stuck with your stupid nerdy ass."

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This was the last chapter!!! Thank you very much for sticking with it!!!!

It was kinda dull and all that but I had an issue with my messaging app so I couldn't use it so I went for written only

I hope you liked this and I want to thank you all for supporting this I had so much fun writing this

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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago

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Somewhere (5/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1.7k

Part Summary: Sirius and Y/N are falling more and more in love with each passing day. Yet, their love must still remain a secret. Sirius has a surprise for Y/N to escape the troubles of London.

A/N: sorry if this part feels rushed. I really wanted to get it out by the end of the day to keep up with the schedule. Hope you enjoy it! :)

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When Sirius came to visit me last night, he told me to pack a bag for the weekend. I kept begging him to tell me why, but he wouldn't indulge. We fell asleep under the starry ceiling he gifted me for my birthday as we each night. Then, when we woke, I asked him again. He, of course, didn't give even a hint! I told my brother and the others that I'm going along with my friend on her family's road trip. Bradly was reluctant at first, but I reminded him that it was our last summer before going off to school. Lauren helped me convince him. She didn't directly as me if I was lying and secretly meeting Sirius, but I could tell she knew the truth. I've silently thanked her frequently for keeping my secret. I simply can't imagine Sirius not in my life. These last few weeks have been the happiest in my life.

After dinner, I leave with my bag, having told everyone that I was to head over to my friend's house. When in reality, I'm meeting Sirius in the park across the street by the fountain. We've done it before, whenever I go with him to hang out with his friends. Except this time, I won't be coming back for a few days. This will be the first time Sirius and I have spent an entire weekend together. He spends most nights at my house, Bradly and Lauren doesn't know that obviously.

I wait on our usual bench under the lightpost. It's gold light illuminates around me in a perfect circle. I watch the fountain splash, bright white lights makes the water shimmer. Hands appear over my eyes, making the world go black.

"Guess who," a familiar voice instructs.

"Elton John," I giggle, lowering Sirius's hands as I turn around.

He grins as he jumps over the back of the bench and sits beside me slickly. Resting his arm behind me, he leans in and plants a kiss to my lips. We part and rest our foreheads against each other, pondering the closeness after hours apart.

"How was your day, My Love?" He whispers, brushing strands away from my face.

"Uneventful and yourself?" I giggle.

"Consisted of me counting the hours until I could see you," Sirius charms. He does it so effortlessly. "Oh!"

He remembers something suddenly and reaches behind him. He brings around a small black coin purse-looking bag. "You can put your bag in here."

I glance between my tote bag and the wrist bag. He must be joking!

I point at it. "In that little thing?"

"You'll see," he snickers, opening it wide for me.

I suppose I'll just take his words for it. Picking up my bag, I hover it over the coin purse sized bag. I give Sirius a curious look as I lower my tote into his bag, knowing it won't fit. Then, his bag expands like a black hole and practically swallows up my tote. I stare at it, blinking rapidly.

"Okay, I love magic!" I gush.

Sirius laughs at my reaction, closing up the bag to stow away.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" I repeat the question for the millionth time since he mentioned the trip last night.

"And why would I tell you that?" He smirks.

"Could you at least give me a hint?" I plead with a pout.

He hums, thinking it over. "Are you afraid of heights?"

Oh no, is he going to make me go skydiving or something crazy? I don't think I could handle that. I do love planes and flying though!

"Depends..." I answer hesitantly. "What are we talking about?"

He changes the subject, "out of anywhere in the whole world, where do you dream of seeing?"

"Paris," I answer without a moments thought.

Sirius grin, his enthusiasm growing with each passing second. "Close your eyes," he instructs, rising from the bench.

I give him a knowing look, but do as he asks nonetheless. Covering my eyes with my hand, I wait patiently for whatever he's doing. I hear him move about, doing who knows what. Then, Sirius takes my hands and guides me to stand up.

"Do you trust me?" He questions and I can hear the grin on his face.

"I trust you," I reply wholeheartedly.

I feel him move in front of me with his back facing me. He takes my arms and wraps them around his waist. What on earth are we doing?

"Better hold on tight!" He hurries out.

"Why do-"

There's a jolt and instantly I don't feel my feet on the ground. My eyes fly open and we're several yards above the ground. I scream and hug Sirius tightly, pressing my body to his back.

"Oh my god!" I gasp.

"You're okay," Sirius laughs, unfazed by the fact that we're in the air.

I take in my surroundings and realize we're on a broom. These really exist? Magic brooms aren't just myths and fairytales?

"Are we really going to Paris!" I comprehend.

"For the whole weekend," Sirius informs me, gleaming.

I grip his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his face. "You're kidding!"

"Are you happy?" He chuckles, keeping his eyes ahead.

"Things like this don't happen for normal people like me!" I express, utterly dumbfounded.

Sirius shakes his head, "I can show you the whole world, Y/N! No where is impossible!"

I watch down below as London becomes nothing more than a series of lights scattered about and buildings minimize in size. People are practically specks. This is just magic, this a dream!

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We traveled from sunset to the moon shining brightly over the world. Brooms are insanely fast! We get into Paris within half an hour! Sirius zooms through the city, showing me everything from the sky. He knows it like the back of his hand. The lights are immaculate! There's so much culture, music, art, history, all in one city! There's so much to take in, I don't know where to look! Sirius assures me that we have plenty of time to experience everything and he has everything sorted. I still feel like I'm dreaming!

Sirius booked us a room at La Réserve Paris. I've never stayed in a more luxurious hotel! After check-in, we're escorted to our suite which has a sitting room in addition to the bedroom! It's huge! Then, the best part, it has two balconies that over look the city!

I run over to the balcony and scan the horizon. It’s hard to believe I’m actually here!

“I’m actually in Paris!” I jump up and down.

“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” He inquires from within the sitting room.

I spin on my heels, finding him grinning pleasurably on the sofa. I hurry over and join him. I kneel beside him, taking his hands in mine. “Far better!”

After we get settled- more like Sirius getting settled and me admiring the view- Sirius tells me to check the closet. Inside hangs a long, low cut, baby blue chiffon. My jaw hits the floor practically as I admire it on the hanger, far too afraid to touch it. Everything is such a whirlwind!

Sirius wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder. "Do you like it?"

"Does Sunny like Cher?" I ask rhetorically, considering his question is insane! Of course I love it!

He chuckles, "you and your non-magic pop culture references. Get dressed, we're having dinner on the balcony!" He places a quick peck to my cheek and starts toward the sitting room.

"We are?!" I gasp.

"Take as long as you need!" He assures, strutting away gorgeously.

Holy crap, it's official- not that it wasn't before- I love this boy and this dress. Speaking of which, I turn my attention back to the dress. This gown is to me what hairspray is to Farah Fawcett, my crown jewel!

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Dinner had me speechless! A maid and butler served us on the balcony. A perfect candle-lit, white table cloth, dinner that overlooked all of Paris. I could see the Eiffel Tower while we sat! Oh, and the food, my heavens! The steak cut like butter, the mash potatoes were smooth as silk, and the orzo! I had no idea what orzo was until tonight! Then, there's the champagne! I'm an eighteen year old girl, I've never had such classier champagne! I have the sort of champagne that can be picked up at the corner store. I'm starting to feel like an imposter, Queen Elizabeth should be in my place! I'm really waiting to wake up any minute.

After dinner, the maid and butler leave us. Sirius reveals his wand from within his tuxedo pocket. With a wave, he conjures up romantic music and asks me to dance. I'm honestly living a fairytale and I'm not taking it for granted. Sirius and I slow dance to a familiar melody. He twirls me playfully, causing both of us to laugh. At the end of the day, we're just kids and it's small moments like this that remind me. We may be in Paris, staying in a palace, dressing like we're royalty, but we're just starting out on our own. I'll be starting university in the fall, Sirius will be starting work, we're young.

I rest my cheek against his chest, pondering having him close.

Sirius recalls the night we met. His tone soft and quiet. "I looked up and my head started spinning. It felt like I was floating! You touched me and it was like being touched by an angel."

I lift my head, meeting his gaze. The lights of the city shimmer in his jet black eyes. "Your eyes glimmer like star in a clear night sky," I whisper, reaching up to caress his cheek. "A life filled with them starring back at me is a whole life."

His eyes search my face admiringly. "My life didn't start until I met you."

I nod, "Just you and me." My words become a vow.

"For the rest of our days," he promises.

I lower my cheek to his chest again, a sudden rush of worry hindering my mood. "Could we really be together?"

"There's somewhere for us. A place where we can be together without anyone telling us we can't be." His fingers tuck under my chin, making me meet his gaze. He smiles, confident in his words. "Imagine it! A little home on the coast somewhere. We create a life all our own. We'll get married, have a lot of kids, grow old together!"

I laugh lightly, amazed by his plan. Evidently, he's thought about it. "Do you think it's possible?"

"All we need is you and me. As long as we have each other, nothing can stop us!" He states, so sure of it that I can't help but believe it.

I nod, committing myself to this, to us! I don't want anything or anyone else, Sirius is the only person I'll want forever. My life is him now.

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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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I -

I can't stop thinking about it -

About what, you ask?

An Obey Me! and Fate/Grand Order crossover

(Warning: Long post ahead!)

Either the bois get summoned to Chaldea or they're able to summon Servants themselves

(...I'm leaning towards the first)

The tomfoolery! The shenanigans!

Imagine: Humanity's Last Master (aka you) ends up summoning them as they trek through Rome with Mash and the Servants they already summoned

They set up the summoning circle, but one minor mistake is made and the summoning glow looks a bit darker than usual and BOOM

"S-...Senpai...is this normal?"

You have no idea what's normal or not, I mean you're time travelling to save your people for fucks sake -

"Servant of the Rider Class. My True Name is Lucifer. Do not expect me to cater to your every whim."

...Wait he's a what now??

They were not supposed to have this whole "Class" thing designated to them (it's not how demonic summoning works he swears), and yet they do for some reason

(You can tell I had fun thinking of their Classes)

The introductions are...cold, to say the least

"Saber Class Servant, and none other than The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed! I got better things to be doing, so don't go calling me whenever ya want, got it?!"

"Lancer Class...Leviathan. I have an mmorpg raid coming up, so I can't stick around."

"Berserker Class. My name is Satan. What? Are you surprised that I seem calm for a Berserker? It's quite alright; I get that reaction often enough. A word of advice: Be careful what you wish for."

"My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Asmo darling! I'm a Caster, which is good. I can't mess up the work done on my nails and hair!"

"Hm...Oh? Sorry, I was thinking about lunch. Servant Class: Ruler. I'm Beelzebub, but most people call me Beel. Do you have any snacks on you?"

"Servant Class: Avenger. My name is Belphegor, but I doubt you'll be alive long enough to remember that. I won't do your dirty work for you, human."

You are just...done at that point. You are literally carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and their attitudes are not helping

"Yeah, yeah, here's the gist: there's a war going on and we're trying to save the planet. The future's been incinerated, and it's our job to fix what went wrong. I don't have time for your uncooperation; get on board."

(Mash is worried for your mental health)

It takes some time, but they do manage to open up to you

The main catalyst for this is when they heard you talking to Robin Hood, who was summoned in France

"Say, Master...I gotta ask: Why are you doing this?"

You pause what you're doing, shooting him an incredulous look. "You mean saving the world?" You ask in return.

He shrugs, tilting his head forward in a slight nod. "Yeah. There's other people who could do this, aren't there?"

"There isn't." The brothers hear you say firmly. Beel almost went in because he wanted a snack, but the others held him back; the conversation had peaked their interest, and they wanted to hear what you had to say.

"Robin..." Your voice comes out strained, as if you were barely holding yourself together. "I watched innocent people die in front of me. Good people. The world outside is gone. I can't even go see my family, because they're dead. I'm not expecting you to understand, but it hurts so bad that somedays I don't feel like getting up. If I die, it's all over; humanity's done. I'll never be able to see my family's smiles again, I'll never be able to hear their laughter; I'll...I'll never be able to go back home.

"So, instead of asking why I'm doing this, you should be asking "How far are you willing to go?" instead."

Robin is silent for a while. Mammon shifts on his feet. The Green Archer finally speaks, somber but curious tone filling the air. "And? What's the verdict, Master?"

Your voice has a tone of finality to it that shoots them back to the past, back towards the Celestial War. It's final, but it's tired. "Whatever it takes."

(And, so, the brothers come to understand and even sympathize with your situation a little bit. You had to fight for the sake of others without rest, you were a leader, you were a savior, but most of all...you were alone. And something about that didn't sit right with them.)

They would fit in perfectly with Chaldea's dynamics, actually

Mammon has a gold sword he lovingly calls Goldie (yes it changes into his beloved credit card)

His Noble Phantasm is literally him raising his sword and mountains of Grimm burying his opponents from the sky as he cackles out:

"Don't worry, I'll take all that money off ya hands!"

Or, in a proud declaration:

"My sword is my love, and my love is my sin. I'll take all that you have on ya! STULTUS IN AVARITA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Greed of the Fool")

(It also gives you an increased drop rate in materials)

Leviathan's weapon is his trident

He's surprised that he wasn't summoned as a Rider, once he got used to the "Class" thing (which was fairly quick, he's seen an anime like this before). I mean, he has a giant snake named Henry 1.0 and Lothan that he would've loved to fight side by side with

He usually doesn't fight, but he proves to be invaluable in Okeanos since he has knowledge on war strategies at sea

His Noble Phantasm is a bit strange, but endearing (sad). He rushes forward with his trident glowing, saying either:

"I can't get the latest Ruri-chan merch because you blew up the world...I won't forgive you. I can't forgive you!"

Or, in a somber tone:

"Even though it's fun, a gamer's life becomes stifling if you keep playing by yourself. I hope you're watching, (Y/N)! EX SOLA INVIDIA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Envy of the Lonely")

(Chance of Death increases with Overcharge, and it hits a single enemy)

Satan? Even though he's a Berserker, he behaves more like a Caster (initially)

He's holding a book that shoots out beams of pure energy at his opponents

His Noble Phantasm is...more violent

"Ah, so you've decided to call upon my Noble Phantasm...don't blame me if it's too much for you."

Or, he begins in a deathly calm voice:

"I am me; that's all I need to be. I know this, so why...? Why does this happen? TELL ME! "

He discards his books altogether, grabbing a single enemy with his bare hands and ripping them to shreds.

Asmo’s skill is charming his enemy, which confuses most people since you’d think it’d be his Noble Phantasm

Instead, it boosts his allies’ attacks and NP by 30%

“Don’t get too hurt out there~!”

Beel’s Noble Phantasm heals all allies and increases their attack

“We can’t fight on an empty stomach.”

(Once he hits his last Ascension, your party gets the added bonus of him attacking a single enemy with a lance. All other Ascensions has him using his fists for attacks.)

Belphie’s Noble Phantasm is almost as violent as Satan’s, and yes...he chokes out a single enemy out (rip MC)

“HA! You think I’d work with the likes of you, a lowly human? Get out of my sight.”

It’s Instant Death, unless Evasion or Invincibility is activated

Lucifer’s pride is a bit wounded. He’s a Rider, of all things??

(...He eventually gets used to it though)

His Noble Phantasm is him literally mounting Cerberus and raising his spear towards the heavens, looking as radiant as the days before the Fall

“It seems drastic times call for drastic measures. Cerberus, I trust you to handle things here.”

And Cerberus runs forth, either chomping the enemy in two or breathing fire at them and turning them into ash. (It hits everyone)

Satan and Jekyll hang out a lot because, well...they’re a lot alike

Mammon can and will do stupid shit with the Cu Squad and you cannot change my mind

One time he teamed up with Cascu to steal the other Cu’s spears (Mammon wanted to sell them on Akuzon), and well...half of Chaldea is still in repair to this day

Merlin of all Servants is the one to look after Belphie and Beel

They usually hang out in the garden Robin tends to, Asterios occasionally joining them while bringing both food and Euryale

Asmo frequently visits Medea, dragging Medusa into their group

(Dantes grows fond of Beel overtime, I mean Beel is just so pure there’s no way you couldn’t like him)

Lucifer and EMIYA butt heads at first, but they end up becoming friends despite that

Lucifer admires EMIYA’s skill to keep up with Servants who have a black hole for a stomach, and EMIYA admires Lucifer’s skill to round up his brothers effortlessly when the need to arises (or so he thinks, because he does not know about the Hate Lucifer Club which is run by Satan and Belphie).

Levi and Fran have a pure kind of friendship that must be protected at all costs

He shows her new animes and games, and even though she’s confused most of the time she never fails to listen to his ramblings, nodding whenit was appropriate

BONUS: Undateables (+ Luke)!

Solomon’s situation is...peculiar.

He’s not a Servant, but he behaves like one??

(He’s actually a mage that helps you on your journey to save humanity)

Unlike Da Vinci, he’s able to accompany you to the Singularities (free of charge, too!)

Once he sees the other Solomon, all he says is “I see...interesting.”

(Ngl he probably figured out everything by the time you all went to Okeanos)

Asmo also drags him into his group (consisting of Medea and Medusa), offering to paint his nails as they talk about anything and everything

Simeon is a Lancer and you can’t change my mind

He’s more of a buffer for your team, like Asmo. His skills are primarily healing, and his NP saps the health of an opponent while healing someone other than himself with that health (he cannot heal himself)

He gets along great with Karna!! The two are so nice and kind that it hurts to look at them both for too long

Solomon tells him about the gossip Asmo has on the other Servants. He always listens with an amused look on his face.

Luke is a smol Caster, but he will not hesitate to break your kneecaps

He, too, is a buffer for your team

“I’ll defend you from those demons, (Y/N)!”

His Noble Phantasm heals all allies, restoring their health by 20%

He bakes with Fsn Cu at night, having Proto Cu and Robin Hood try out his sweets. Beel is there 10/10 times, eating any failures or rejects

Diavolo is Ruler Class because he is literally the Ruler of Hell

Surprisingly (to you, at first), he’s the one who always asks to accompany you. He’s very open and considerate, wanting to help wherever and whenever he can

“The Human Realm is essential if we are to establish harmony between the three Realms. Without it there...angels and demons would fight each other for eternity.”

He tells you about his ideas for an exchange program and you offer him input

His Noble Phantasm is applying Invincibility to two allies for 3 turns after dealing heavy damage to a single enemy (cannot apply Invincibility to himself)

He likes to talk with Caster Gil and Archer Gil about their past, going to Ko Gil on occasion. He helps look after the child Servants, and he can often be found reading bedtime stories to them

(Everyone was scared of him at first once they found out who he was, so he usually held off revealing his True Identity)

Barbatos, at first glance, seems like an Archer...but in reality is an Assassin

(HE CONTROLS TIME FOR F*S SAKE)

His Noble Phantasm, depending on the enemy selected, can revive a fallen ally and add them to the Sub Team

(This is only if the enemy that killed the ally is selected)

This stuns him for 3 turns no matter what

He likes to chat with the Tamamo that helps EMIYA in the kitchen. How the two are communicating without issues is up to anyone’s guess

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em0uvante · 4 years ago

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Amaranthine

Chapter three

TRIGGER WARNING:

- MENTIONS OF DEATH

- VIOLENCE

I love you all, enjoy.

"remember the sorting hat ceremony bubba?" i ask draco, interrupting his boring lecture. he grunts, ending his sentence.

"asshole, but yeah, i do. what about it?" he mutters the beginning, gradually getting louder.

"i don't know, i just want to go back. i miss it." i huff, laying my head on draco's lap.

"but we still go to this school? what do you mean?" he pets my hair gently, making sure not to pull on it.

"i don't know. i guess i want to go back in time, before everything went in the gutter." my eyes well up with tears which i pat away with my palms.

draco lifts me off his lap into his arms, holding me tightly. i quickly wipe my tears on his clothed shoulder. i sit back up. draco takes my chin in between his index finger and thumb, staring into my eyes. his soft lips meet my cheek, cooling my nerves. i let out a prolonged sigh, eyes closing shut.

"it's over now annie, you're safe know. i'll never leave your side. promise." draco holds out his pinky finger, i take it in mine. our foreheads meet, resting against each other.

"sorry i got your shirt all wet." i sniffle waiting for draco to reply.

"i wasn't gonna say anything because you're sad, but yeah, pretty gross." we share a low chuckle, draco pokes at my side. i squirm myself off his lap, falling to the floor. draco only points his finger and laughs.

"you are so mean! ugh, why do i have to live with you?" i shout from the floor, draco holding out his hand to pick me up.

"well, i have to go to potions, and you need to get yourself to herbology. walking with me or not annie?" he slides his robes on, waiting for an answer.

"yeah, i'll walk with you. but only because you have no other friends." i stick my tongue out at him, face contorting in a confused manner.

"says you! i'm your only friend you prune," he remarks stubbornly. "and for your information, i have blaise, and- um..." draco trails off while i collect my belongings for class. i shake my head at him, chuckling to myself. i hear a subtle knock on the door. my eye rests against the peephole.

"hey mister popular, astoria greena- i mean uh astoria greengrass. she's behind the door, waiting for you."

"oh! i didn't know she was stopping by." he scrambles to ruffle out his hair. my eyes roll to the back of my head out of disgust. astoria greenass has draco wrapped around her finger.

the pair met when they were put together for a potions project last year. he was amazed by her beauty, and fell head over heels in love with her. this is what i assume, of course. they have been inseparable since. i'm not sure why, but i really really hate astoria.

"your hair looks fine bubba." i say, peeking my head out of the bathroom where i was hiding from the devil herself.

"don't call me bubba! astoria is here!" he whisper-shouts, opening the door for astoria. draco's pale complexion lights up when he sees astoria's. i feel a wave of heat flows down my spine. her presence ignites a strong fire inside of me.

astoria is wearing her robe, tie, and her long brown locks are tied with a emerald colored ribbon. i don't know why draco fancies astoria to such extent. although, her lack of personality and gorgeous genes are probably enough for him.

"pepperpup! i missed you so much!" draco engulfs her into a hug, astoria wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"aw i missed you as well babe." she replies, kissing his cheek softly. i notice draco's face turn beet red when her lips touch his upper jaw bone.

"babe? i didn't know you guys were snogging! good thing draco got headgear when he did." i wittily interrupt. their heads whip around towards the couch, huffing at my comment.

"we're no-"

"indeed we are. we have been for a month today." she grins, pulling draco into her arms for the second time today. draco's face goes blank, his eyes glued to my hands. which were fiddling with the snake ring on my left middle finger.

"oh really? that's so cool! i'm thrilled for you both," i manage to mutter out, counting down from fifty in my head to control my growing rage. "anyway, i have to go to class. have a good day you two. i'll see you tomorrow for the quidditch game." i quickly gather my bag and sprint out the door, slamming it behind me.

(ONE HOUR AND FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES LATER)

"are you feeling alright darling? you look, sickly." my friend aera asks. her hand caresses mine in a soothing manner, snapping me back into reality.

"yeah! i'm good. wanna grab something to eat? i'm starving." aera's fingers stop and her face holds an unconvinced look. aera is far too intelligent to believe my lies.

"do you think i'm a bloody imbecile? i insist you tell me what dilemma you are facing this instance." she states, all whilst lacing her shoes to go to dinner.

"no i don't, but there is nothing wrong with me aera. really." she raises her eyebrow quizzically. her alluring eyes stare deeply into my soul, searching for the truth. aera's head slowly turns as the rest of her body goes still.

"fine! draco and astoria are dating but i hate her stupid brat face! ugh, i hate her so much!" i scream, allowing anyone in the common room to hear.

"divulge me in your problems. toni, why do you loathe her to such extent?"

"i literally have no idea. maybe because draco is obsessed with her, and is a dickhead to me when she is around. or because draco calls her pepperpup, god that's so stupid. pepperpup, like she's a fucking dog. i'm sorry, excuse my language, they just make me so angry!" my feelings pour out into the world while i scream my lungs out. aera just stays silent and nods her head, waiting for me to finish.

"thank you for sharing with me. let's head to dinner." she takes my hand in hers and leads me to the great hall, which is jam-packed full of ravenous students.

"can we eat in your dorm? i don't want to sit by him tonight." i ask, hiding my face in the beanie i'm wearing.

"i'm afraid not hun. besides, i have a date tonight. goodbye!" with that, aera is gone like the wind. just like that i'm standing by myself in the middle of the great hall.

i try my best to be discreet while getting my dinner plate. ham, carrots, a bun and some mash are what i grab to eat. after gathering my food, i eat it as fast as possible making sure not to draw attention to myself. i hear blaise call my name, meaning draco was near. i turn my head to the person next to me, pretending to be in a conversation.

as i'm trying to 'converse' with the girl next to me, i feel a harsh tap on my shoulder. i look up to find blaise zabini roughly tapping me, signaling for me to sit with them. them being blaise, pansy, astoria, and draco.

"nettie! come on and sit with us mate! draco won't stop asking for you." he mumbles the last part so only i could hear. i shrug, pick up my plate and walk over to the group. draco's glum expression lights up, his eyes filling with joy.

"nice to see you again antoinette! we were just chatting about the quidditch game tomorrow. ravenclaw versus slytherin! should be a good one." astoria states, her bright smile never dropping. i ball my fist when i hear my full name come out of her mouth.

"don't ever call me antoniette you dumb bitch!" i shout, standing up from my seat. my hand nearly collides with her face, but someone's hand stops it. draco's eyes bore into mine, telling me to calm down. i let my hand fall back to my side, the same angry expression plasters my face.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't know! i swear!" astoria cries, pansy holding her tightly. the disappointed face on pansy grows.

"if you didn't know, maybe you could have fucking asked! did you not notice the fact that nobody around calls me fucking antoinette!?! jesus christ astoria, are you that fucking stupid!?!" i scream, tears spilling from astoria's eyes. i feel like i could punch a hole into the earth with my one fist.

"oh my god toni, take a rest. you sound fucking crazy." blaise says calmly, only fueling my fire more. i hate that word, hate it. draco knows that. i tilt my head to the side, thinking of all the ways i could kill everyone at this table. draco clears his throat, finally stepping in.

"annie, let's go to our room. i'm growing very sleepy. come on darling." he takes my hand in his, but i pull back from him.

"are you fucking joking? i will tie your brain stem to your shoe laces, you stupid fucking idiot. god, why are you friends with such brain dead morons? call me crazy again zabini, do it. i dare you. come on, little bitch, do it! i'll kill yo-" draco looks at me again, signaling that he needs me to leave with him.

"what, you can't take being called crazy? astoria didn't know any better! what, are you mental?"

"blaise, enough! i can't believe how fucking childish you're being right now. fucking prick." draco shouts at him, blaise flinching at his harsh words. i'm already halfway across the great hall, taking my plate with me. draco runs to catch up with me, not looking behind himself once.

(12 MINUTES LATER)

"annie, you okay in there? i'm sorry about what blaise said. it was out of hand." draco knocks on the door gently. three knocks. just like mum. i hate when he does that.

i'm crying when draco started knocking on the bathroom door. i quickly wipe my eyes and let myself out. i sit down on the satin green couch.

"i'm completely fine draco. it was my fault. i'm a horrible monster, just like mother said." i state calmly, grabbing my wand polish. draco shakes his head and sits down next to me.

"don't be like that annie. don't try to hide your feelings from me." he takes the wand polish from my hand. i give my attention to him, which i know is what he wanted.

"she didn't deserve that. i know she didn't mean any harm. she's a real sweetheart. i'm just an asshole." i admit, twirling a piece of hair between my fingers.

"you're not an asshole, annie. you can't control it. i know that, they don't."

"that's beside the point. i'm a bad person. that's the truth and it always fucking will be. astoria did nothing wrong." i get up, pacing around the room.

"she triggered you, whether she meant it or not." draco grumbles, pulling his hair loosely.

"it's fine. it's over now. i'm going back to my room." i get up and head out.

"annie, don't go. we need to talk." he mumbles, standing up from his spot on the couch.

"draco there's nothing to talk about. you and astoria are dating, you didn't tell me, and your friends are douches. goodnight." and with that, i'm out of the door, heading to my own room.

(14 MINUTES LATER)

after taking off my school clothes i run a bath for myself. i grab the bath salts i bought from hogsmeade and sprinkle some in. i let the lavender scented salts absorb me completely, taking in the fragrance.

after the water is warm enough, i gently slide into the tub. the water relaxing my tense muscles. a long sigh leaves my mouth as i lather soap onto my body. once i rinse it off, i submerge myself under the water, making my body feel still and peaceful.

peace. something i never get to feel. water is peaceful. so calm and tranquil. maybe if i drown myself, the water will let me be peaceful. that's a good idea. death will make me peaceful. i want it so fucking badly. but i will never will.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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107 The Good Place Prompts

Eleanor Shellstrop

1 “I just don't think the group thing is for me. I'm better when it's one-one-one and we're both looking at our phones and I don't know the other person and we don't talk.”

2 “The closest thing I could find to herbal tea was a root beer I had them throw in the microwave.”

3 “Whenever anyone tells me a story about their life I always imagine all the people as being super hot. Otherwise, I quickly lose interest. Do you not do that? You can do it for free.”

4 “I'm SO ready to learn, it's like my brain is HORNY!”

5 “What can you possibly say to us that will make up for your actions?” “Pobody's nerfect?”

6 “You don't seem like a ... super genius.”

7 “Ugh, of course your hugs are amazing.”

8 “Oh, so now I'm supposed to be nice and make friends and treat him:her with mutual respect?” “Yeah!” “That's exactly what he/she wants me to do, NAME, wake up!” “That's what everyone wants everyone to do.”

9 “Your friend sounds like he’s/she's one pickle short of a pickle party.”

10 “I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.” “Oh, come on. Everyone knows that's worse.”

11 “I know it sounds crazy, but if it weren’t crazy they wouldn’t call it a ‘leap of faith.’ They would call it a ‘sit … of ... doubting.’”

12 “Buzz off, Bambadjan.”

13 “Where is everyone?” “Who knows? Maybe they finally figured out clam chowder is disgusting, 'cause it's basically a savory latte with bugs in it.”

14 “First of all, throwing sand is an excellent way to put out a vodka fire.” “Why would you even know that?!”

15 “No, NAME, I used to do that. Now I do selfless things without even thinking about it.”

16 “Why don't I ever listen to people when they talk about themselves? No, it's annoying, and I'm right not to.”

17 “Are you going to talk? Or just walk around like a nerd trying to get a personal best on his Fitbit?”

18 “I guess ‘try and enjoy this’ is a better plan than ‘have the anxiety sweats.’’

19 “I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two men my entire life, Stone Cold Steve Austin and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Stone Cold Steve Austin.”

20 “Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.”

21 “You know I’m trying to say ash-hole instead of ash-hole, right?”

22 “It’s suddenly very important that I get drunk.”

23 “Well fork you, too.”

24 “Holy mother-forking shirtballs.”

25 “‘You’re not better than me’ was my yearbook quote.”

Tahani Al-Jamal

26 “You guys came to say goodbye because you're my friends.” “Well, I suppose some part of me possibly has a sense of casual kinship with you, much as one might be fond of a street cat.”

27 “I would say I outdid myself, but I’m always this good. So I simply did myself.”

28 “NAME, you seem thoughtful. And that concerns me.”

29 “I, NAME, shall do my level best to make every event too much.”

30 “I just want to sit and stare at nothing, and silently scream for the rest of time.”

31 “I made a complete fool of myself tonight. I interrupted your big speech and badly stained my cargo pants, which, I have to admit, are quite comfortable. Oh, God, what’s happened to me? I’m praising off-the-rack separates!”

32 “Who else feels that NAME has ruined every moment of your existence since you arrived?”

33 “Right now I'm just a boy/girl, towering over a boy/girl, asking him/her to admit he/she loves me.”

34 “My whole life, whenever I encountered any obstacles, I would simply say, ‘I would like to speak to a manager.’ But in our relationship, there was no manager. There was no one who could fix this for me except me.”

Chidi Anagonye

35 “I’m just not a ‘new experience’ kind of guy. My comfort zone is basically like, that chair, and honestly? The arms are a little sharp.”

36 “Here’s an idea. What if we don’t worry about whatever comes next?”

37 “Principles aren’t principles when you pick and choose when you’re gonna follow them.”

38 “If this isn’t a test, then it’s something way worse: A choice! That we have to make!”

39 “I am absolutely paralyzed by decision-making.”

40 “I’m going to ... start crying.”

41 “I am pretty good at turning every place I go into my personal hell.”

42 “You know the sound that a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That’s the sound that my brain makes all the time.”

43 “Well, I’ve narrowed it down to two possibilities: yes and no.”

44 “There's an old Chinese proverb... ‘Lies are like tigers. They are bad.’””That's it?” “I guess it's more poetic in Mandarin.”

45 “I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone."

46 “I am breaking up with you.” “Why?” “I can't ... It's complicated, but it's happening. Ya dumped!”

47 “I do have a stomachache. Why do I always have a stomachache?”

48 “You put the Peeps in the chili pot and eat them both up! You put the Peeps in the chili pot and add the M&Ms. You put the Peeps in the chili pot and it makes it taste bad.”

49 “Are you alright? You didn't sleep at all last night.” “I got a solid eight minutes. Not consecutively, but still. It's fine. You're not even that blurry.”

50 “We can be colleagues. Associates is pushing it. And by even having this conversation, you're becoming my confidante. I can't have that.”

51 “I am absolutely paralyzed by decision making and it is destroying my life.” “Yeah, I sort of got that when you couldn't choose a chair to sit on.” “Well, I didn't want to offend you in case you had a favorite.”

52 “This whole romantic situation is such a mess. I am vexed, NAME. Vexed.”

53 “I need to step outside ... for some air ... and I will not be back for many days.”

54 “I'm sorry, everyone, I just have some worries as well as some concerns that could potentially turn into outright fears. Ah, there they go, they're fears now.”

55 “When I'm really upset, concentrating on a table of contents helps me calm down. It's like a menu, but the food is words.”

56 “I have never been that certain about anything. I once even tried to rent socks. How did I say that that easily?”

57 “You broke the world. It's not a compliment!”

58 “This is fun. It's a fun party. There's no question about it, this is a fun ... situation. Hey! You guys are here! The fun continues, nay, increases!”

Michael

59 “If soulmates do exist, they’re not found. They’re made.”

60 “I’ll say this to you, my friend, with all the love in my heart and all the wisdom of the universe. Take it sleazy.”

61 “We have no plan. No one’s coming to save us. So ... I’m going to do it.”

62 “It’s a rare occurrence, like a double rainbow. Or like someone on the internet saying, You know what? You’ve convinced me I was wrong.”

63 “Lies are always more convincing when they’re closer to the truth.”

64 “Kissing is gross. You just mash your food holes together. It’s not for that.”

65 “Birth is a curse and existence is a prison.”

66 “Serious question: should we kill them?”

67 “Lonely Gal Margarita Mix for One.”

68 (Holding a plush Minion) “I won this ugly yellow toddler, which is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

69 “Hello, everyone. Good to see you all here, mingling around with your various secrets. Who really knows which of you are who you say you are? No way to know unless I pull your skeletons out, right?"

70 “In the words of one of my actual friends: 'Ya basic'. It's a human insult. It's devastating. You're devastated right now."

71 “Where's the H? This keyboard doesn't have an H.”

72 “Dick Tracy called back on his watch phone and said you better "watch" out!”

73 “I got to ride a bike. I put a coin in a thing and got a gumball. And then someone came up to me and said, ‘hot enough for ya?’, and you know what I said? I said, ‘tell me about it!’” “Well I am glad that you got to chew a gumball.” “Oh, damn. I didn't even think to chew it. Missed opportunity, shoot.”

74 “I saw this place that was at once a Pizza Hut and a Taco Bell! I mean, oh! The mind reels! A Pizza Hut and a Taco Bell!”

75 “And what's the significance of the keychain?” “Nothing, I just like frogs. I'm a frog guy.”

76 “I won't let you down.” “I think you will. I think this entire project of yours is stupid and doomed to fail.”

77 “You know the way you feel when you see a chimpanzee and a baby tiger who have become friends? That's how you're going to feel every day.”

78 “You humans have so many emotions. You only need two: anger and confusion!”

79 “It makes sense, right? They're good so they're stupid and trusting.”

Jason Mendoza

80 “I have no idea what’s going on right now but everyone else is talking and I think I should too!”

81 “I can’t believe NAME betrayed us again, why is it always the ones you most expect?”

82 “I wasn’t a failed DJ. I was pre-successful.”

83 “Claustrophobic? Who would ever be afraid of Santa Clause?”

84 “If you’re a devil, how come you’re not wearing Prada?”

85 “I’m too young to die and too old to eat off the kids’ menu. What a stupid age I am.”

86 “Well, my year started about a year ago …”

87 “Dude! We can get mythical animals? Maybe I’ll get a penguin.” “Penguins are real.” “That’s the spirit, NAME. They’re real to me too.”

88 “When I say I'm meditating, I'm just trying to figure out what the fork is happening."

89 “You know, it doesn't matter if you know things. All that matters is what's in your heart."

90 “I'm ranking my favourite Fast and the Furious movies. You said you wanted to know who I am, and this is the best way to get to know me."

91 “He’s/She's my everything. He/She makes the bass drop in my heart.”

92 “Long story short, it was all a dream.”

Janet

93 “I think I might hate things now, too. So far, it’s genocide and leggings as pants.”

94 “NAME told me that instead of being sad, I should ‘go get it, girl.’ So I’m going to go get it, girl.” “Get what?” “Unclear. I’ll get everything, just to be safe.”

95 “In case you were wondering, I am, by definition, the best version of myself."

96 “Ooh, I've never had to walk before, this is fun! [Walks a few steps] Now I'm bored. Walking is dumb.”

97 “Oh, really? Is it an error to act unpredictably and behave in ways that run counter to how you were programmed to behave?”

Minor Miscellaneous Characters

98 “There is some good news. There’s some cake left!” – Neil from Accounting

99 “Well, I'm sure you're busy, you probably wouldn't want to talk to me. I get it, I wouldn't either. I'm as dull as a rock. Ugh, even that analogy was boring. I'm sorry, I'm so dull, and I'm ugly. I'm like a rock. Ugh, stupid Larry! Stop talking about rocks!” — Larry Hemsworth

100 “Oh, and you should smile more. You'll get bigger tips.” — Trevor

101 “Later days, dingus.” — Trevor

102 “Hold that thought. Is it OK if I go work out? I love working out. I gotta stay jacked. It's who I am.” — Chris Baker

103 “This is exhausting. I just want to go back to my container of goo and go to sleep.” — Shawn

104 “So, what's up, what's your deal? Are you single? What's going on?” — Trevor

105 “What up, ding dongs?” — Bad Janet

106 “Hello, imbeciles.” — Shawn

107 “So, we'll just roll on out, and you can get back to putting rainbows up your butt or whatever you do here.” — Trevor

#the good place quotes #the good place prompts #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #tahani al jamil #jason mendoza #writing prompts #drabble prompts #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell #dialogue prompts

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imagine-loki · 5 years ago

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The Slutty Webs One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 6 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Brianna's surprise was a bedroom matching the guest room at Tony's and much more. Loki had conjured a two thousand square foot flat into an underground rock formation with sleeping quarters and private ensuites at either end. The main rooms were open concept, all the lighting adjustable to simulate midday or dusk and she followed his gaze to a set of drapes in the dining area.

"I dare speculate what's beyond. Don't you?" He asked.

Another room simulating the outdoors had a domed ceiling painted like the sky, two walls a tropical rainforest and the third a beach scene. Below it was a narrow pool, running the rooms length and to her left, a swing set and exercise apparatus. Brianna ran to him and squealed with delight when he spun her around in his arms. "You did all this for me?"

"With great pleasure."

"It's the best. Our own perfect hideaway, but aren't you exhausted?"

He chuckled. "Had I conjured a palace, perhaps. My magic is very powerful."

She suddenly looked concerned. "Sooo, nobody knows I robbed those houses? I really don't want to go to jail."

"Og Min Lille, no one. You're free now and shall never live imprisoned again." Loki wanted to erase those sad memories, but she was too young. It risked relearning to walk and talk, achievements well established in adults and possibly forgetting vital information that could help locate her 'imprisoners'. "Let's focus on the happier times ahead. I'm hungry are you?" Inside, he opened a suitcase of food taken from Thor's. "Can you believe the God of Thunder eats marshmallows? His face must resemble an oversized zit."

Brianna's giggle was so adorable he wanted to gobble her up. "Do you like pranking him?" She asked.

"Me? The God of Mischief? Nooo."

"Your nose is growing, Pinocchio."

"Who?"

She explained the character, Loki feigned panic, conjured a mirror and made funny faces while checking his reflection at different angles. "It's not a centimeter larger than the last time I looked. Who's the prankster?" They made smores together and Loki's first bite resulted in a glob of marshmallow dangling from his chin.

"It's okay." Said Brianna. "Uncle Cootyoodles wore most of his first time we made them. Pepper too. He was holding one for her taste when a glob fell down her shirt, she smeared some into his hair and what a mess that followed. Tony started chasing her around the island trying to stuff them into her pockets, but Pepper was crafty. She grabbed the partially melted ones and tried smearing more into his hair. When he blocked it, she slid one under his t shirt sleeve and mashed it into his armpit. They'd begun cleaning up when he snuck chocolate sauce from a cupboard and squirted some onto her head."

"Did uncle Cootyoodles get in trouble?"

"No. They chose a third target and boy did she become invisible fast."

Loki laughed.

"Tony's super funny. Did you know he hides boxes of Count Chocula in their apartment?"

"Where?"

"No way, Jose. I plan a return visit. He might not share if you tattle."

Loki suddenly felt trapped in a web of deceit. Telling Brianna that wasn't possible, or of his intention to move her to Asgard permanently risked jeopardizing her trust. Might she become angry enough to vanish at first chance? He could cap her abilities with a spell, but that meant the same and not learning her full capacity. He was damned either way and wondered if all parents shared this dilemma. Making decisions for their child's best interest knowing they'll be resented for them. And what of the biggest? Telling his Daughter she was a Goddess. With time on their side he opted to mull things over.

That evening he gave her a swimming lesson, cut her hair into a bob with bangs, altered his to salt and pepper, conjured brown contacts and together they planned their first adventure. ***** On Asgard, after reading Loki's letter in her private parlor, Frigga had whisked Astrid off to the observatory.

Heimdall saw them coming and stiffened with the Allmother's scowl. 'Odin's toupee, Beelzebub is resurrected.' "Greetings my gracious Queen and my lady. What can I do for you?"

"Find Loki, please?" The Allmother instructed.

"He's left realm?" Astrid replicated her scowl and he gazed into the cosmos. "Right away." 'Before one of you sprout horns.'

The search was taking too long and Frigga caught on why. "Has my son veiled himself?"

"I cannot see him." 'Fuck. How many holes can you dig in one lifespan, Fenrir?'

Astrid looked ready to hyperventilate. "I didn't hide from him down there."

The Gatekeeper did like the Duchess, yet occasionally questioned her sensibility. 'Maybe because you lack such powers?'

The Queen dismissed her nonsense and calculatingly advised. "Worry not. I have a plan."

Heimdall prayed to the Norns it didn't include an inverted pentagram. ***** The next night, Loki and Brianna exited a portal into a dark alley in Paris.

"This way, darling. You're going to love The Ritz."

An inebriated man witnessed the phenomenon from his apartments alley window. "Sacre bleu! No more cheap merde for moi." ***** In New Mexico, Thor was watching How to Train Your Dragon, thinking Toothless would make his Father a great pet. Odin blitzed on ale and the pair swooping down on Asgards Einherjar as he taunts the warriors. 'Catch me if you can, suckers!' Frigga's in pursuit on a skid. 'Land you ancient ripstonker or I'll tan your hairy hide!' He chuckled at the vision, crushed an empty beer can against his forehead and the doorbell rang. "Must be my neighbor Willie with another complaint. Yesterday the stereo's volume, tonight our TV's. Guess I should pity the old bugger, his surname being Stroker. Coming!" He politely shouted. 'Rickety ray of sunshine.' "Evening Mr...Astrid???"

"Hi."

Thor inwardly cringed when she rolled in a suitcase and paused a second to think. Heimdall always delivered him to spots where Loki had hidden vehicles, but Astrid didn't have a license. "How did…" He picked up her luggage when the bell rang again.

"You should answer that."

He did to someone looking less a ray of sunshine than grumpy Mr. Kneads-his-knob. "Mother???" It suddenly clicked why Loki had warned him Astrid might visit. He'd intended to shield himself and Brianna from Heimdall.

"Don't look so shocked. Last summer your Father surprised me with a brief trip to Norway. A beautiful country, but too many nude beaches. While there, he taught me to drive and Seidre granted me a fake license."

"Why didn't you mention it?"

"I had intended to surprise you by coming with Astrid and Loki on their next visit. In light of your mail delivery, I came sooner. Now where's your brother?"

"I don't know and presume he's veiled?"

"You're lying and we know he has a daughter." Said Astrid. "It was in the letter."

She'd never addressed him so crassly and Thor dismissed it to upset. "I'm not and imagine it was, hence your presence. He spelled me to sleep with a tonic I thought ale and upon waking, they were gone. In 'my' letter, Loki apologized for leaving unannounced, didn't explain why and asked I make the delivery."

"Loki apologized to you?" Asked Frigga.

"Yes."

"This I must see to believe. Show me."

"Impossible, Mother. He spelled that too."

"He what?" Asked Astrid.

"It's in the ink." Replied the Allmother. "The paper dissolves within minutes once exposed to oxygen."

The Duchess shook her head. "This is wrong. Loki claims to have had no relationship with a woman he impregnates then runs off with a child they supposedly created without a word to his wife or Mother?"

"She's right, Thor. If your Father and I truly do have a granddaughter, your brother should've said so, brought her to Asgard and introduced us."

"Loki didn't believe me at first, but knew the instant they met. Like myself."

"So he really didn't come for a bondage session with his big brother." Said Astrid. "You lured him here to meet the girl? Who introduced the two of you? Was the Mother blackmailing Loki and that's why they've vanished? How does he know this person and her daughter aren't working together? Any preteen could learn such skills!"

Thor had retrieved her from Heimdall's last drop and en route to see Tony, was subjected to her jealous assumptions regarding the stories. Loki had once mentioned similar behavior during a visit home with Jane, but this was over the top and he responded curtly. "That's bon-ding and could a six year old, Astrid? Enough with your antics."

"Thor Odinson, mind your manners and tell us everything." Demanded Frigga.

He observed the two expectantly glaring at him and pondered being in his brother's shoes. "No."

"And why not young man?"

Astrid spoke again. "Because he's lying, just like I thought."

The God frowned at his sister in law. "No, because I think I understand now why Loki vanished. Did either of you even hear what I just said? Brianna is six..years..old."

"Frigga's tone softened. "Brianna?"

"Yes, Mother, that's your granddaughters name. Which saddens me to say you'd know had you bothered asking."

"Well if you won't help us, I'll bet Tony knows where Loki is. I'll just call him." Said Astrid.

"You will not." Thor sharply reiterated. "I contacted Stark first thing and he knows nothing. The couple are on vacation. Leave them be."

"Son, at least have some compassion for her feelings." Suggested Frigga.

"Why? I haven't heard a shred of it yet for Loki from either of you and suspect he predicted the same. It's no wonder with our consistent lack of empathy towards him. Jane always disliked him yet the more I spoke of our history, her opinion changed. Humbling mine by insisting I see things from Loki's perspective and candidly pointing out Father's favoritism. I regret a lot, but this isn't a self pity rant. He and Brianna need someone on their side and I'm volunteering, so listen. All I'll reveal is she came to me and refused to say from where or how. I found her cowering inside my apartment after a run and willingly obliged her request to meet Loki." He looked directly at Astrid. "Your husband is innocent, knew nothing of her existence until I told him, yet carries guilt for not rescuing her sooner."

"'Rescuing?'" Asked Frigga.

"Brianna's short life hasn't been a happy one." Thor grabbed his keys.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here. I need to think."

He left and Astrid sobbed. "I've behaved so selfishly and now Loki's facing this alone."

The Allmother squeezed her hand. "I'm just as guilty, darling, but do get your sexual references straight?"

Astrid cried harder.

"There, there. Loki has to come home eventually."

"How..do you think he instantly kn..knew she was his?"

Frigga suddenly straightened. "Hells bells and Bilgesnipe testicles. Could she possess magic?"

Thor hadn't left to think. Distrustful of Astrid, he needed an excuse to do the one thing Loki had asked him not to. Call Stark. "Heyyy, flying human. Have a minute?"

"Nope. Busy drinking tequila out of Pepper's navel. Later."

She smirked when he hung up. "That was rude."

"What? I can't hold my phone, pour belly button shots and slurp all at the same time."

"Put him on speaker." She suggested.

"Stop moving or I'll pin you to the bed with my suit pieces."

"Now he's calling me. "'I'll' put him on speaker."

"A threesome with big guy?" Tony jested. "Can't we choose someone prettier?"

"You want a threesome? I never thought of sharing 'you' with anyone else."

He belched. "That was ugly. Answer the phone, Butch."

"Hi Thor."

"Sorry, Virginia. It's urgent."

Stark had risen from the bed in his boxers and Pepper withheld laughter as he goofily attempted a full monty. "What's up?"

Thor finished explaining and Tony gasped. "Say what? Pepper and I were about to experiment with shock treatments via my tequila laden nipples and you ruined it."

"He's kidding." She interjected.

The God chuckled. "Whatever ruffles your truffle, Virginia. He's taking it better than Loki predicted."

"It's the booze."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here people."

"Astrid's on realm and has thought of calling." Said Thor. "I won't send her your way. This is just a heads up."

Stark scanned his naked self. "Not anymore."

"Tony." Scolded Pepper.

"Sorry, what?"

"I've convinced her you're on vacation and Brianna came to me."

"Thumbs up, uncle lightning wielder. Why Daddy Snowflake lie and run away?"

"I'm not exactly certain, but suspect to avoid family drama over knowledge of Brianna's existence."

"Are they loco en la cabezas? You tell Loki she can come live here. If she turns our apartment into an ice rink, I'm down with that. I'll teach her how to skate."

Thor's respect for Tony was deepening over his unwavering affection for her. "If Loki contacts you, please warn him our Mother's here too?"

Stark shot upright. "Flaming flamingo fishnets! 'Thee' Allmother is on earth???"

"Not for long if I can help it. Astrid as well."

"'Atta boy! Duct tape them together and hurl 'em up the bifrosty."

"My Mother would have me quartered."

"Pooper shnickers. Saran wrap then?"

Thor laughed. "Virginia?"

"We'll play along. If Daddy Snowflake contacts you, tell him we're a phone call away." ***** Thor opted for a local pool hall instead of going home, but Frigga waited up.

"Does Brianna have powers, darling? I'd appreciate knowing."

He headed straight for his bedroom. "Jane comes home in three days. 'I'd' appreciate if you and Astrid returned to Asgard beforehand."

Frigga stood outside his door. "Thor…"

"Cover me in preserves and tie me to an ant hill, Mother. I'm still not talking."

"Sounds like a kinky ritual to enact on your Father."

He opened it enough to stick his head out. "Are you cray cray?"

"Possibly. If you aren't going to talk then come listen?" He begrudgingly obliged and they sat in the living room. "Forgive my rudeness earlier? I've been overcome with shock and bewilderment since Astrid came to me."

"No more so, than Loki."

"I imagine and have a briefened love story to tell you."

"Again?"

Frigga smirked at the hint of disinterest on Thor's face. "Not mine and your Father's, Loki's and Astrids. When your brother was first pardoned, the people were angry. Palace staff addressed him only when necessary and on the streets, there was talk of him being a traitor. He was miserable so your Father and I allowed him back to Midgard if he promised to stay out of trouble. He rarely cracked a smile on visits home and during one, I convince him to attend a ball by threatening to sacrifice a virgin."

Thor's brows rose. "Mother, you didn't."

"Almost. A young handmaiden he coveted. I'm not as innocent as I appear. Loki spent a good part of it alone, brooding in a side parlor. I'd considered suggesting he lose the glare which conveyed to all, 'come any closer and I'll rip off your limbs' when noticing Astrid edging her way around the room, cautiously evading his sight. I later learned she wanted to greet him unexpectedly, so he mightn't be so quick to reject her. Then as she introduced herself and Loki rose as a gentleman should, he smiled wholeheartedly for the first time in over a year. As you do in Janes presence. Soon he began spending more time at home and no matter the ignorance of others, including her Father's disapproval of their courtship, she lovingly stood by your brother. They were walking arm in arm at last year's harvest festival when someone bellowed 'traitors whore!' Astrid said he furiously demanded the coward show themselves. When no one came forth, she announced to all listening. 'Taunt and think of me as you please, but never forget whose presence you're in. Prince Loki of Asgard, son of your King and Queen and I am his proud fiance, Astrid Heskin.' She's made Loki very happy and it shows in every aspect of his personality."

"I'm just as impressed as I am confused." Said Thor. "If the feeling's mutual, why the constant jealousy?"

"It's between them I suppose." Frigga knew why, but withheld it in confidence.

"Sentiment aside, Loki never said where or when he planned to return. I'll have two days with Jane before she's back at S.H.I.E.L.D and I'm doing charity work. Nor can Astrid keep imposing on Mr. Stark when she and Loki have problems. Please take her home?"

"We'll leave tomorrow."

"Thank you. How did Father take the news?"

"He doesn't know and thinks I came to escort Astrid to Loki."

"Weren't we supposed to be bonding?"

"That, he would never believe and have surely gone to Heimdall. We told him Loki was helping you find Jane a new house as a surprise, Astrid missed him and wanted to help too. He waved us onward amidst his newfound kingly pleasure, a pedicure."

"Father gets pedicures?"

"It's not as though they paint his nails slut red. Centuries in leather boots makes for terribly smelly feet."

"Still, that complicates things." Thor explained Loki's conversation about Frost Giants. "My crassness wasn't meant as an insult to his original heritage. After everything Brianna's endured, I merely assumed it information overload for her."

"Darling. Where is the difference in learning she's Jotun or Asgardian?"

"There isn't any. Loki wouldn't reveal all they'd discussed and I'd dreaded he'd informed her Asgardians opinion of Jotuns. That 'we' were taught to fear and hate them."

His words reminded Frigga of her own guilt and shame over lying to her son. "Your Father and I were catastrophically wrong for teaching that. He despised Laufey for senselessly attacking Midgard, but I'm just as guilty for not speaking up."

"His scorn remains, Mother."

"Only because Jotunheim are ruled by a secretive and fluctuating council since Laufey's death and are rumored to be allies with Svartalfheim. They want Nidavellir to join them but the realm will not, claiming fear of animosity from the others and losing their greatest source of income."

"Weapons."

"Yes. Secretly, they are 'our' allies. Through spies, we learn of every weapon they sell and to whom. Should the Jotuns attain this knowledge and see the Dwarves as traitors, your Father dreads an outbreak of war and the senseless demise of millions. The Jotuns tell your Father only enough to appease him and the constant uncertainty has led him to double the size of our Einherjar."

"More you have not told me? Mother, why?"

"You're happy here and in a strategic position as an Avenger. Midgard is safer because of you. Loki knows all of this yet your Father is so edgy, I'm uncertain how he'll react to him being veiled."

"I'm saddened to hear of his duress, yet intend on further mending my relationship with Loki. Wish to join me?"

"Indeed I do."

"Then lie to Father again. Don't tell him Astrid returned and ask her to visit her Mother. Have her agree your back up plan should he question Heimdall sooner is she spoke to Loki, but he'd taken Brianna to Disneyland to bond with her alone. Claim that's why he's veiled and said they'd return 'here' in two weeks. It covers our arses and hopefully buys him time."

"Disneyland?" She queried.

"It's a famous amusement park for children."

"And if Loki doesn't show?"

"We're dungeon bound. Pack a warm sweater."

"Norns. How do I prevent Heimdall from seeing Astrid return?"

Thor groaned. "Snitch about this and I'll never forgive you. Max is sworn to service myself and Loki only or be fed to beasts. He takes bribes, but you can probably intimidate him into staying quiet with one glare."

Frigga jestingly rolled her eyes. "Such hooligans I raised."

"Be grateful to him, Mother. His arse will also be on the line for worse than concealing a mail delivery."

She shrugged. "I'll tell your Father I threatened to confine him to my poisonous spider conservatory."

Thor froze and asked similar question Loki had asked of him. "Are you truly 'our' relative? Asgards warm, kind and Allmotherly Queen?"

"Yes although formidable when required. It's a torture chamber, darling. So our enemies believe. They're artificial replicas of Midgards most deadly with tiny doses of various potions in their fangs. One induces diarrhea, another severe itching, hallucinations and my favorite, temporary paralysis. All with anecdotes, of course and they only attack via my magic. Imagine thousands positioned for battle."

Thor wondered if Frigga had inhaled too many fumes from her potion components and next he'd hear she'd conjured them tiny helmets. "You're right. I am happier here." 'With access to exterminators.'

"Do you think Loki is veiled out of fearing your Father's judgement?"

"Primarily."

The Allmother regretfully sighed. "I'll speak with Astrid in the morning."

She passed him and Thor faced her. "Mother?"

"Yes?"

"Brianna's amazing. Intelligent beyond her years, braver than some Einherjar I've known. You will love her instantaneously and yes, she has powers. The rest is her Father's privilege to disclose."

Frigga's smile conveyed gratitude. "Thank you, son. Goodnight." Astrid slept like a log and with magic, she carefully removed her wedding ring, entered the ensuite, made a replica of it for herself and began whispering. "Loki, darling..." ***** Astrid's ring was on, but Loki wasn't tuned into its frequency, didn't hear his Mother's message, nor of a link to the spell that accessed hers. He was too overwhelmed to endure his families negative rantings. As Brianna slumbered in luxury, he read more of her Mother's diary and lurched forward, seething upon discovering an adversary. 'You?'

Loki added the name to his shit list of most wanted. 'Consider yourself marked, fucker.'

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #chapter 6 #lokilover9 #The Slutty Webs one Weaves

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enbyleighlines · 5 years ago

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Since canonically wwx is a terrible cook and wn is actually really good at it what about everyones fave qpps making dinner for lan wangji and a yuan's family birthday dinner (not required but bonus if the whole family is coming over/comes over)? I think wn likes feeding people!

Ooooh, what a cute idea! I absolutely adore it, thank you. I hope you enjoy this drabble, my anonymous friend~

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Wei Wuxian is a famously bad cook. It is a well known fact about him, primarily because he comes from a family which owns and runs its own restaurant.

But Wen Ning is an optimistic sort of person. He believes, fully in his heart, that anyone can be good at anything if they work hard enough. That includes Wei Wuxian, a man who once burned a hole through a saucepan. Even he, Wen Ning believes, can become a decent cook with time and effort.

Even so, Wei Wuxian is currently wearing Wen Ning’s faith thin.

“What is that?” Wen Ning asks.

On the cutting board, there lies a mass of... something. To Wen Ning’s best estimate, it’s a mishmash of different vegetables. The bits and pieces are all in various shapes and sizes. They also happen to be lying in a puddle of their mixed fluids.

Wei Wuxian looks between the cutting board and Wen Ning. The knife in his hand is disturbingly wet. “I diced up the vegetables,” he says.

Wen Ning wordlessly takes the knife Wei Wuxian is holding. It’s difficult to see under all the pulp, but Wen Ning notices that the edge is rather dull. “This is a bread knife,” Wen Ning tells Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian pouts. Really, he’s a master at playing the petulant child. “So? A knife is a knife! Does it matter what kind I use?”

“Yes,” Wen Ning answers. He doesn’t want to show any frustration. After all, this is meant to be a bonding experience for the two of them. And, he does love Wei Wuxian dearly. “This knife isn’t sharp enough for vegetables. Wasn’t it difficult to cut into them?”

Wei Wuxian enters a thinking pose. “Ah,” he says, “You’re right! But I didn’t want to dirty another knife...”

“That would have been fine,” Wen Ning assures him, “See, the problem with using a bread knife for cutting vegetables is that you have to apply a lot of extra pressure, and sometimes you end up mashing everything into a pulp.”

To Wen Ning’s amusement, Wei Wuxian listens diligently. He even looks regretful.

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian says, after a pause, “Should I go to the store and pick up some more veggies?”

“No, it’s fine.” Wen Ning grabs a sharper knife from the drawer and gets to work cutting the larger pieces into proper cube shapes. “It shouldn’t affect the flavor of the dish,” Wen Ning tells his partner, “But they should all be bite-sized. Also, if they’re all the same size, they’ll be evenly cooked.”

Wen Ning can feel Wei Wuxian’s gaze on his hands as he chops with practiced ease. Soon, the vegetables look a little more edible than before.

When Wen Ning finishes, Wei Wuxian lets out a held breath.

“You know, I always get so nervous seeing you hold sharp objects,” Wei Wuxian admits, while placing a hand on Wen Ning’s shoulder, “It feels like it shouldn’t be allowed.”

Wen Ning frowns at Wei Wuxian. “Why’s that?”

“You used to be so accident prone,” Wei Wuxian explains, “I remember, in high school, you got accused of skipping class because you called sick in so often. Your immune system was basically nonexistent. And there was that time you twisted your ankle so bad in gym that the teacher had to carry you to the nurse’s office. And that time in college you slipped on a patch of black ice and got a concussion—”

“Yes, okay, I get it,” Wen Ning cuts him off.

“My point is,” Wei Wuxian continues with a chuckle, “I guess I’m just got into the habit of always watching out for you, to ensure you don’t get hurt. Letting you handle a knife seems counterintuitive.”

Wen Ning puffs out his cheeks, but it’s mainly to hide a very real hurt.

“Hey,” Wei Wuxian says, clutching Wen Ning’s arm, “I just want to protect my partner. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Wen Ning feels heat overtaking his face, and turns his head to hide the blush from Wei Wuxian’s perceptive eyes. He feels— well, he doesn’t have the language to describe it. Full of light, perhaps. Or fizzy, like a carbonated beverage. It’s neither entirely good nor entirely unpleasant.

Of course Wen Ning appreciates the concern. And the verbal confirmation of their queerplatonic bond thrills him. But there’s something else. After a second of thought, Wen Ning realizes what is bothering him.

“I suppose,” Wen Ning replies, “But... I’m not a child.”

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian releases his grip on Wen Ning’s arm. He moves into Wen Ning’s line of sight, connecting their gazes before speaking again. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to imply you’re childish. Just that I care about you.”

“I know,” Wen Ning assures him. He pauses a moment, and then pulls Wei Wuxian into an embrace. The warmth of his friend’s body loosens some of the tension in his muscles. It gives Wen Ning the strength to be vulnerable. “I’m glad you care about me,” he murmurs into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, “I care about you, too. But I don’t want to be treated like a child. Other people do that a lot, when they find out I’m... not interested in sex.”

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian says again. “I... didn’t know that. That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Wen Ning doesn’t believe for a second that Wei Wuxian would say anything to intentionally hurt him.

“I mean,” Wei Wuxian adds, “if anything, I’m the child here. Look at the complete mess I made out of the vegetables. I’m surprised you even asked me to help you cook dinner. Unless you want to give our entire extended family food poisoning?”

Wen Ning pulls back from Wei Wuxian with a sigh. “I won’t let you give anyone food poisoning,” he promises.

“Not even Jin Zixuan?”

Wen Ning snorts. “Not even him. Why are you even still pretending to hate him?”

“Hmm... to keep things interesting, I guess!” Wei Wuxian grins one of his dashing devil smiles. It might look menacing, if it didn’t also light up his eyes like heavenly beacons.

As usual, Wen Ning cannot help but reflexively mirror Wei Wuxian’s good mood. “If you say so. Anyway, we should get back to business. Do you know anything about making the dough for steamed buns?”

“From scratch?” Wei Wuxian asks, “Absolutely nothing.”

Wen Ning perks up. He personally finds making and kneading dough incredibly therapeutic. “Okay,” he says, “Let me show you.”

—

When Wei Wuxian said ‘entire extended family’, he wasn’t exaggerating. For better or for worse, they collectively consider a large expanse of people their family.

There’s Wei Wuxian’s adoptive parents and siblings, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Yanli brought her husband and son, while Jiang Cheng brought his lovers Wen Qing and Nie Huaisang, the former being Wen Ning’s Jiejie.

Aside from Wen Qing, Wen Ning’s family includes Granny, and a few aunts and uncles.

And then Lan Wangji invited his Shufu and Fuqin, plus Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen’s wife Nie Yuyan, and their son, Lan Jingyi. And since it always feels weird to extend invitations to Nie Huaisang and Nie Yuyan without including Nie Mingjue, he’s also there.

Lan Wangji’s apartment is big, but it’s still an apartment. Fitting everyone inside is possible, but not ideal. By the time everyone has arrived, Wen Ning is starting to get just a little claustrophobic.

And he hasn’t even left the kitchen yet.

Wei Wuxian initially went out to socialize, but now he returns to Wen Ning’s side. Or rather, he hangs himself over Wen Ning’s shoulders like a backpack.

“How are you doing?” He asks gently.

Wen Ning almost plays it off, almost gets defensive. But then he swallows down the urge to reiterate that he is not a child. The truth is, he does have social anxiety, and he is feeling overwhelmed.

So instead Wen Ning squeezes one of Wei Wuxian’s hands. “It’s a lot of people,” he answers.

“Yeah... we might have invited too many people,” Wei Wuxian admits.

His breath tickles Wen Ning’s neck, but somehow it doesn’t feel suffocating. If anything, having a Wei Wuxian flesh barrier makes Wen Ning feel more secure.

“Maybe,” Wen Ning says, “but who would you choose not to invite in a hypothetical do-over? Everyone here is family.”

“True.” Wei Wuxian nuzzles their cheeks together. “I suppose, in the future, we can just invite one side of the family at a time. But that doesn’t sound quite as fun as having everyone together at once.”

Wen Ning nods his agreement. He grips Wei Wuxian’s hand tighter, not wanting the embrace to end so soon.

Wei Wuxian gets the message and cuddles closer.

“I’m having fun,” Wen Ning tells Wei Wuxian, “Even if I feel claustrophobic, I’m still glad that everyone is here. I might just need to retreat to the kitchen once in a while.”

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian agrees, “To be fair, I think Lan Zhan feels the same way, though he’s too stubborn to admit it. Basically, I’m dating two introverts. Luckily for you guys, I thrive best in chaotic environments. I’ll handle all the socializing, whenever you want to take a breather.”

Wen Ning chuckles. “Thanks, A-Xian.”

They continue to cling for another moment. Wei Wuxian’s presence takes some of the edge off of Wen Ning’s anxiety, replacing the nervous energy with a calm warmth. When Wei Wuxian finally does draw back, Wen Ning feels rejuvenated.

“Okay,” Wen Ning says, and picks up a tray of vegetable spring rolls. “I’m ready.”

#asks #ningxian #mdzs modern au #mo dao zu shi #anon #anonymous #drabbles #leigh’s writing

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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Kindness for a Reason Pt 2 (Hakuno, Caster Gilgamesh, Gudako, Leonidas)

Previous Part : One

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Wife…

His wife…

He couldn’t get the thought from his mind as he sipped at the second cup of coffee that Hakuno had brought to him. His eyes were running over her person, watching her work on cleaning up the kitchen. The way her purple skirts seemed to drift up her legs as she reached for things, the way her hair slipped over her shoulder and her white blouse seemed to part only slightly as she leaned over the island to wipe the counters off; the more he looked, the more his mood seemed to sever.

Heinously, he looked upon her now with the same kind of eye that a man would give a woman he was considering for his bed.

How could he not?

The picture remained in his pocket, seeming to burn a hole in his pants with how much he desired to pull it out and how much trouble he knew he would be in for with this woman should she see it.

How had he come to the decision that the woman was worthy of claiming the title of wife from him? What had brought about her decision to agree to such a thing?

Those brown eyes glanced his way, her smile just as gentle as ever.

It made little sense.

“I should go check on Gudako,” Hakuno told him, heading from the room when she was finished. Leaving him to his coffee, the woman was once more going about her day.

She had a great deal of patience, he noted, following after her from a distance.

She smiled and began talking to Emiya in the hallway. Completely at ease, she thought nothing of the way she was simply dressed, her shabby appearance making it obvious to see how the curves of her features stood out.

A slight move would have the man knowing her more intimately.

Wisely, she seemed to understand that she could not bear great lengths of time to speak to this man. She turned away and began to head further down the hallway, only causing him to quickly follow.

She was terribly plain.

Terribly, horribly plain.

While she held redemption in the manner by which she could craft the foods he found most desirable and she understood her way around a conversation with him, that did not enable her to possess the offer for a wife at his side.

She’d never even fought.

Any woman that he placed at his side would need to be accustomed to war. They would need to understand the gods and the ways of the old world. Her cute household mannerisms in Chaldea hardly appealed to the bold and vicious ways of Uruk.

“Hakuno!”

Gudako rushed down the hallway, panting a bit. “Mash is down! I need you.”

“What?”

“Mash is feeling sick and there are some missions I need to get done in the Babylonia timeline. Leonidas wants to go on a strengthening quest.”

The woman was hesitating.

A sign that she could not possibly be married to him.

His master had been wrong. Foolishly, naively wrong. She had no doubt found herself quite funny, telling him such things about Hakuno. She’d endangered his deep admiration for the woman’s cooking and drinks. She’d made him actually begin to look down upon-

“I don’t have Archer.”

Gilgamesh paused, remaining around the corner in the hallway as she heard Hakuno’s quiet voice.

“Caster is here. Perhaps I could give you his command spells and you both could-“

“Gudako,” Hakuno’s voice took a tone.

“I know you said that I shouldn’t tell him and that you’re not really looking to build any huge relationship, but he’s always appreciating you whenever you both are together. You two act more like a married couple than any couple I’ve ever met! I don’t think-“

“I’ll come with you, but I’m not stealing Gilgamesh from you.”

“I need you to have some kind of servant.”

Gilgamesh glanced around the corner as he heard silence, finding Hakuno humming softly.

“I could… I could just have Gilgamesh help me and supply him with a little bit of mana here and there.”

Truly?

Was she so weak that she could not stand to be-

“That’s fine. I know you and Da Vinci have been working on your mana.” The woman nodded at Hakuno. “Think about it though. I don’t know how much I like Gilgamesh not knowing about this.”

“I just happened to marry Archer.”

No.

He very much doubted it was just happenstance.

If it had happened, he had planned it. She had found herself taken in just as all that was his was taken in. There was no possibly or maybes with him. There was no doubting what his plans were when he made them.

“I’ll gather everyone,” Gudako told her. “Why don’t you go ahead to the command room and wait for us there?”

He moved.

If only to make it less obvious that he had been intruding upon the conversation, he returned to the kitchen and to where the white-haired archer was lounging. It didn’t take long for Gudako to find and point him in the direction of the command room. Finding Hakuno in there, he found himself surprised as she began to tie her hair back and tell him that she was going as support.

“I’ll be there for first aid,” she lied to him.

First aid.

The others gathered.

The shift to his timeline was quick and effective, leaving them amongst the greenery of one of the forests.

“Gudako,” Caster called to the woman. “We should be intelligent about this. Should the weather turn or something happen, it may be best for us to first set up a camp.”

Hakuno stared at him.

“A camp?” Gudako began to argue, but Leonidas was nodding.

“I must remain here to train,” he informed them. “A camp is wise.”

“We’ll need to set up a camp fire,” Gudako pointed out.

“Food and water would be wise as well,” Hakuno added.

“Then it is settled,” Caster wrapped an arm around Hakuno’s shoulders. “Hakuno and I will begin to build the fire while you and Leonidas gather food and water. Should you fail, I shall leave you all and return to my kingdom.”

The bored look on Hakuno’s face was amusing.

“We shall return soon,” Leonidas declared.

Watching them leave was even easier than he had suspected it would.

“Come, Hakuno.”

“What?”

Gilgamesh motioned towards the forest nearby. “I have no doubt that Leonidas will bring food, but surveying the area around our fire for enemies should be in our hands.”

“You don’t have your master-“

“You are capable of fortifying me with mana, are you not? Do you mean to tell me that you are an incapable mage?”

He grinned as she turned and headed for the wooded area away from their clearing.

They would see just what kind of mage he had deemed worthy of himself.

#drabble #drabbles

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theglowstickchronicles · 5 years ago

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Guys, I was HELLA behind on FMLS90- but I'm still in it! Just caught up :) while I was waiting for the grocery store to open. Now I am off with my reusable bags to get my food for the week before coming home and continuing chores. I want to get as much done as possible before FOOTBALL starts!!! We're playing Kansas City at 4:25 today (@fatmaninalittlesuit I'm sure you'll be watching this game as well!) and I am SO NERVOUS. We have been... trash, lately. Last week's game was atrocious. I wish I had planned better and tried to go to the game, even though it would probably be crazy expensive and super cold, because my football buddies are in California on a mini vacation (their 3rd this season compared to my 0) and I only have local cable at home.

Anyway, here it is:

• 11/18 - How does holiday food play a role in your fitness journey? Do you have any positive or negative traditions that impact your journey? Share one of both.

Well, this was probably supposed to be about Thanksgiving feasts but here we are on December 8th! Honestly, we don’t really have any “traditions” beyond getting together and sharing a meal. In hindsight this Thanksgiving was probably my best, calorie-wise, because my brother-in-law’s sister did most of the cooking and did a lot of sides with bacon incorporated into them and, since I’m vegetarian, I did not partake. I had some DELICIOUS food, don’t get me wrong, and she made a to-die-for caprese salad… but most of the apps had bacon and several of the sides. I ended up having cheese and crackers, french onion tartlets (SOOO GOOD), chips & dip, mashed potatoes, and a plethora of vegetable sides. It also helped that I had to work overnight Thursday into Friday so I couldn’t have any wine 

• 11/19 - How does holiday stress play a role in your fitness journey? Do you have any especially stressful situations that make your physical or mental journey tough? How do / will you handle them?

Holidays don’t really stress me out, if we’re being honest. As of Dec. 6 I just need to pick up some alcohol and then some giftcards for my cousin’s kids, and I’m done Christmas shopping. I start my shopping November 1 every year. I don’t mind seeing my family -they’re dramatic, just like everyone else, but compared to my job? A few hours of family drama time is nothing. I do tend to hoard a bottle of wine to myself for the holidays but I’m not sober during non-holiday times, either, so that doesn’t really come into play.

• 11/20 - What role do family and friends play in your holidays? Are these mostly positive or negative? What do you want to change about this?

Mostly positives! I hosted my second annual Friendsgiving this year and it was fantastic. The one downside was I had been up for 44 hours but I think it went well. Honestly the only “downside” to friends/family during holidays is having to be in such close quarters with people because as much as I love them, someone inevitably has germs.

• 11/21 - Do you notice and physical / mental changes around this time of year? Do you have any strategies to deal with them?

I am always a sleepy bitch, but more so during the winter months due to the lack of sun. This M-F, not getting home till 5-6 every night, office has no window life is bullshit. We always jokes that nightshift never sees the sun but dude, until you’ve gone 5 days without sunlight, don’t even @ me. I am extra careful about taking my vitamins during this time of the year because I really do notice a difference in energy and mood without them (I have some vitamin deficiencies NOT related to my diet thank you).

• 11/22 - How do work / school commitments / events this time of year differ for you? Can this be used to your advantage in your fitness journey or are there steps you can take to minimize the challenges?

In the fall we have annual mandatory education at work which can be stressful but other than that, work does not change. This year was a little different because I picked up a second job and had orientation and have been working a lot to save up money for my many endeavors over the next 2 years (sister’s bridal shower / bachelorette /wedding, best friend’s bridal shower / bachelorette / wedding, everyone is turning 30 and wants to go all out -me included- wanting to go on more vacations, wanting to do a 29th birthday somethingl… the list is endless…. Lol)

• 11/23 - Do you have any plans to travel this year? If so, describe the challenges that creates and how you will handle them. If not, what can you do at home to set yourself up for success?

One semi-definite plan is my sister’s bachelorette in 2020! I don’t know when or where we’re going, but we’re going- which reminds me, I need to get my passport in case it ends up being Canada! I also would like to do a small trip for my 29th birthday. Originally I wanted to take a week off (I am close to vacation time caps at work) but we are OF COURSE having a new system go-live 6 days after my birthday and I’m like, top 5 most important people for the go-live. So we shall see. Perhaps a 3-day weekend for president’s day somewhere close?

• 11/24 - Share one tip with the community on how to stay healthy during the holidays.

I feel like any time I have to share a tip with the community I share the same one, but there it is: PREPARATION. For instance I have not meal prepped in 3 weeks and IT SHOWS. I’ve been feeling sluggish and gross, not working out like I should be, and not sleeping as well…. PREPARATION IS KEY!!!

• 11/25 - What are your general thoughts on gratitude and the role it plays in your mental health and happiness?

Being in healthcare puts a new perspective on gratitude. I’m answering this hella late so it’s not actually 11/25 and is several weeks post-Thanksgiving, but… yesterday I watched a daughter unexpectedly lose her mother in the worst possible way. She walked into the room and almost immediately told us to stop doing CPR. I am grateful for my family being here and healthy, I am grateful for my fellow healthcare providers, and I am grateful that this strong woman who was having the worst day of her life wanted one thing for her mother in the last moments of her life: peace.

• 11/26 - What are some past experiences I am grateful for? How did they shape my life for the better?

I am grateful for growing up the way I did. I can’t say I wouldn’t change things but being raised by who I was shaped me into who I am. I’m grateful I wasn’t just handed things and was forced to work for them. I was probably not super appreciative at age 16 when I had to pay for my own car, but as an adult I am SO happy that I learned the lesson of working hard.

• 11/27 - Who do I appreciate? Tell us about them and why you are grateful they are in your life.

Right now I am appreciating the nurse who took report from me last night! We’ll probably never meet again but thank you for listening to my rants, not judging my last-minute leaky IV (don’t worry, the patient had another one that worked fine), and for getting me out of there so quickly!

• 11/28 - It’s Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. Tell us what specifically you are Thankful for today.

On Thanksgiving I was grateful for friends, family, and awesome coworkers.

• 11/29 - What are some people / things I may be taking for granted? How can I better express my gratitude for these people / things in the future?

I sometimes take my dad especially for granted. I depend on him for things around the house that I don’t have the skills or knowledge to do, such as fix the deck or the running toilet or even hang things without punching a hole in the wall. In the future I want to express that I’d rather him teach me these things instead of just coming to do them.

• 11/30 - What are some future opportunities I have that I am grateful for?

Everyone’s wedding, and the Year of Turning 30 Extravaganza.

• 12/1 - Share one tip with the community on how to live life with at attitude of gratitude.

No one is grateful 100% of the time. I try to make it a point every day to think of what I have… friends, family, pets, house, car, food in my fridge, etc…. and remember that not everyone has those.

• 12/2 - Where are you on your personal mental health journey? What strengths and opportunities do you have?

The changing of the seasons, setting the clocks back, and the SNOW on December 1st took its toll. I am usually not a Christmas-decorations-the-day-after-Thanksgiving type of person, but this year that’s the day that worked for my family getting our trees (me, my dad, and my sister/brother in law all go together and my Dad drops the trees off with his pickup) so I decorated that weekend and began listening to Christmas music (Pentatonix, ayyyyy). It really HAS been a pick-me-up!!!

• 12/3 - What are some past experiences with mental heath work? What has worked well for you and what has not worked as well.

Personally? None. Professionally? Just what I give as a nurse.

• 12/4 - How is your mental health compared to a year ago? Are you remaining steady, improving or regressions? What do you need to do about it?

Well, this time last year I had been at my job for one day and had no idea what I was doing. Now I’ve been here for a year and know what I’m doing… 50% of the time? So my mental health has gotten better since I no longer feel like a fish out of water. It helps that I got a per diem at the bedside and have those opportunities to do direct patient care.

• 12/5 - How aware are you of your mental health? Are your your moods steady or do they ebb and flow? Are you aware when things are changing and do you have any experience / tips for heading off tough times?

Very aware of my mental health; you have to be, to survive in healthcare without getting serious burnout. I would say my moods ebb and flow, which isn’t abnormal. Tough times can be headed off by doing self care, and I don’t mean in the bath-bomb-face-mask type of way: do your laundry (and fold it straight out the dryer), wash the dishes, clean the house, meal prep… and maybe get a manicure.

• 12/6 - Have you noticed any patterns / cycles to your own mental health? Do the seasons, or specific holidays or other variables impact you in specific ways?

Not especially. Late fall / early winter tends to be hard due to the lack of sun, but I also have a vitamin D deficiency that for obvious reasons gets worse in the winter, and low vit D causes depressive symptoms.

• 12/7 - How are mental health and physical health connected? What are some of your experiences that show this in your life?

Well. In my personal and somewhat-work-related experience, being in poor physical health often has a negative impact on mental health. HOWEVER BEING IN POOR PHYSICAL HEALTH DOES NOT MEAN BEING OVERWEIGHT. Plenty of patients have normal BMIs and are in poor health, and plenty have BMIs that label them obese and are in good health. And being in good physical health does not mean you have good mental health. I guess what I want to say is that while they can influence one another, they are not directly correlated?

• 12/8 - Share one tip with the community about developing or maintaining your mental health.

Don’t let things pile up. And I mean that literally and figuratively. Clean your house and prep your food and for the love of God empty the trash from your car (no? just me?). But also… don’t dwell on things you cannot change, and don’t stew on things you can. Just do it. It will be worth the time, energy, and anxiety.

#fmls90 #fmls90 catch up

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staroflightning · 5 years ago

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Michael!! (For the character ask thing)

Thanks sm for the ask!! I love that demon dad so fucking much

Sexuality headcanon: I really don’t have one for him 🤷🏻‍♀️ @shakesqueer-writes said aro-ace for him and I like that so I’m gonna go with that

Otp: None.

Brotp: Him with the entirety of Team Cockroach. His friendship with Janet is adorable. They’re two immortal dumbasses who share one brain cell. And I love his found family relationship with Eleanor.

Notp: shipping Michael with anyone romantically tbh. I just can’t see it

First headcanon that pops into my head:

Oh, man, I have so many for Michael, but my favorite has got to be the headcanon that Eleanor buys him a “#1 Dad” mug meant as a joke, but when she gives it to him, Michael nearly cries because he’s so touched. He still keeps it on his desk to this day.

Favorite line from this character:

God this post is gonna be so long because I have so many favorite Michael lines but here we go. Here’s just some of the ones that come to mind:

“I’m bad at lying now, Janet! Lying used to be my thing!”

Michael: “Young lady, you will go to the PTA meeting and support your mother! I won’t hear another word about it!” / Eleanor: “What the hell was that?” / Michael: “I was going for the ‘stern, but y’know, caring’ dad vibe. Did I do it right?” / Eleanor: “No, man, like... not even in the ballpark.” / Michael: “I was trying something, Eleanor. Give me a break.”

“Those four humans are all I care about in the universe.”

“In the words of one of my actual friends, YA BASIC! It’s a human insult. It’s devastating. You’re devastated right now.”

“You’re my friend, Janet. You’re my oldest, truest, most loyal friend.”

Eleanor: “Hey, be careful.” / Michael: “Eleanor, are you... worried about me?” / Eleanor, desperately trying to cover it up but failing: “Pssh, yeah, because you’re our ticket out of here, genius. Don’t be getting all goopy on me.” / Michael, who sees through her fake cover-up and is genuinely touched: “Worry about them. I’ll be fine.”

Chidi: “We got all four clues you left us.” / Michael: “Oh, that’s good. Well, I actually left more than twelve hundred clues because of how primitive your human brains are, but I’m so glad you got enough to figure it out!”

“All I’ve ever wanted was to know what it feels like to be human, and now we’re about to try one of the most human things of all: attempt something futile with a bunch of unearned confidence, and fail spectacularly!”

“I have an idea to get the four humans to stay in Australia, and only five random bystanders get hurt! It’s called arson!”

“Serious question: should we kill them?”

Jason: “I know this sounds crazy, but... I think we’re in the Bad Place.” / Michael: “Jason figured it out? JASON?! Oh, this is a real low point. Yeah, this one hurts.”

His evil laugh in the season one finale bc it’s so Evil™️

In the season one finale when Eleanor blows his cover and he knocks her potted plant off the table (like a cat) because he’s Salty™️

“We’re in love. And love is stronger than anything you can throw at us.” / “Love is stronger than anything I can throw at you? I could throw an elephant at you! You think a thrown elephant wouldn’t crush you because of love?” / “She was speaking metaphorically.” / “Even metaphorically, it’s lame.”

“That’s why I didn’t want you to see your memories. I didn’t want you to see how cruel I used to be. Plus, I wore a lot of French cuff shirts back then, I thought it made me look classy. It’s all embarrassing. The point is, I’m different now.”

“Which, gross. Kissing is gross. You just mash your food holes together, it’s not FOR THAT.”

Michael, well-intentioned: “As long as I’m with you guys, I’m always in the fake Good Place.” / Eleanor: “That doesn’t sound as nice as you think it does.” / Michael: “The real Bad Place... is the friends we made along the way.” / Eleanor: “Nope, still nonsense. One more try?” / Michael, trying his best: “In a way, the Bad Place was... inside the Good Place... all along.” / Eleanor: “Y’know, that’s technically true. I’m gonna give it to ya.” / Michael, proud of himself: “I just made an aphorism.”

*gleefully* “A BUS? I’m gonna get to take A BUS? Oh, boy! I’m gonna sit in a front-facing seat, or no, wait- maybe a sideways-facing seat! I’m gonna get so motion sick, it’s gonna be great!”

“Oh, man! I was just on Earth! It was incredible! The traffic, and the pigeons! And I saw this place that was, at once, both a Pizza Hut and a Taco Bell! At the same time! I mean, wow! The mind reels! A Pizza Hut AND a Taco Bell!”

“We should enjoy ourselves while we’re down here on Earth. I know it’s touristy, but I’d really love to visit a Lens Crafters.”

Good Place committee member: “Every single Bad Place employee is a disgusting monster.” / Michael: “Well, I mean, I’m sure some of them are probably cool, handsome, men-about-town types-”

Tahani: “Can I ask an unrelated question?” / Michael: “Absolutely not! The fate of all of humanity is at stake, and time is running out!” / Tahani: *makes a pouty face* / Michael, sighing: “Go ahead.”

Michael: “This can’t be happening. He was supposed to tell us what to do! If he’s not gonna fix this, who is?” / Janet: “You, Michael.” / Michael: “What?” / Janet: “It has to be you. We keep wandering around these different realms expecting someone else to have the answer, but no one ever does. You’re the guy, Michael. You’re the only one who can fix whatever’s wrong with the afterlife.” / (skip to a bit later in the same scene) / Michael, to the humans: “Guys, I’m so sorry. The Accountant was no help. No one’s coming to save us. So... I’m gonna do it.”

Michael: “I need one of you to do something outrageously insane that will either make you cease to exist, or... be really fun.” / Jason: “That’s most of the things I’ve tried!” / Michael: “That’s my guy! C’mere!”

And so many more

One way in which I relate to this character:

I, too, love the members of Team Cockroach more than I love myself

Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character:

I was gonna say watching him be evil in season one / early season two, but tbh? Even when he was a villain, he was still incredibly well-written and really fun to watch. So, uh... really nothing.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

...Depends on what season you’re watching, tbh.

#the good place #tgp michael

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silverfootstepswrites · 6 years ago

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Equinox: Summer [2]

Sakura opened her eyes in the morning. She felt almost as miserable as if she’d had 10 shots of tequila the night before. Rolling onto her side, she realized that she wasn’t in bed. She was on the sofa.

Tobirama sat at the kitchen island, his back to her. The smell of coffee lingered in the air. He was shirtless. She could see the rune tattoo on his back, just between his shoulder blades. She realized that his headphones were over his ears. So he didn’t turn toward her when she finally sat up and stretched her arms over her head.

She had an impulse. And she decided to give in. So when she got to her feet, she paused just behind Tobirama. She gave the top of his head a quick peck before she moved around him to pour herself a cup of coffee. He looked up at her, touching his hair with his fingers. He pulled the headphones down, letting them rest around his neck.

“Morning,” she greeted him.

“I thought we said....” Tobirama trailed off.

“Yeah. Guess I just have crappy memory,” she replied with a shrug. And then she peeked over her shoulder at him.

Tobirama stared at her, hair uncombed and falling across his forehead. Expression just a little dumbfounded. When she smiled, he did too. He bit his lower lip as he looked away.

They got breakfast at a little hole in the wall. There were two seats open on the terrace. The croissants were still warm as Sakura broke one in half. Swollen eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, she took big bites.

The coffee was excellent. The couple bites of Tobirama’s food that she stole were good too.

The main agenda for flying halfway across the world was to speak to Sakura’s mother. And while that hadn’t exactly gone well, at least it had happened. With the most pressing thing out of the way, they spent the day exploring the island.

It wasn’t Tobirama’s first time in Ibiza. He had been in Barcelona a couple months ago. So naturally, he had been dragged to this nearby island to visit its famous nightclubs. But he hadn’t had a chance to visit anywhere else really. And though it had been several years, Sakura still remembered the sights and best restaurants fairly well.

They rented a scooter. And even though they both knew she was the better driver, she let him drive. Arms wrapping around his waist, her cheek against his back. Sea air whipping through their hair as they followed the winding streets.

Tobirama received a phone call late in the afternoon. He held it up to his ear as they lounged on the beach, feet buried in the sand. Sakura rested her chin on his shoulder as she eavesdropped. It was Shizune. She wrinkled her nose as she slid away from him.

But when he checked his watch, Sakura waved her hand at him.

“She said dinner...”

“Relax. They run on island time. They’ll be late,” Sakura assured him. She stretched back out on the towel, covering her face with her straw hat.

They dozed on the beach a while longer, until the sun was about to set. Only then did they reluctantly rouse from the warm spots on the towels, sand trickling off their bodies. Their shoes dangled from the tips of their fingers as they trekked up to where they had parked the scooter.

By the time the guests arrived, it was completely dark outside. Sakura had showered and changed clothes. She sat in the living room, feet up on the coffee table as she fiddled with her laptop.

“Can I listen?” Tobirama asked as he approached from behind. He rubbed his hair with a towel as he craned his neck to look at her screen. The colored lines running across the page looked promising. Especially the way the lines for drums swooped up and down.

Sakura patted the open spot on the sofa beside her.

Hamura and Hagoromo arrived later with bags of takeout. Shizune carried bottles of wine under each arm.

They sat around the coffee table, chattering as they distributed food and poured drinks. And even though all of them had different hair colors, there was something that made it obvious that they were siblings. Something beyond the usual beauty that came with their portion of siren charm. Maybe it was the way they smiled, or the way they laughed.

Hamura sat on the couch with a groan.

“Old man,” snorted Hagoromo, earning a soft kick in the back.

“So, you probably have questions,” Shizune said, turning to Tobirama.

Beside him, Sakura drained her glass of wine. She reached over to slide his glass from his hand to drink that too. He didn’t resist, just moving his arm to rest on the seat of the sofa behind her.

“Open another one,” whispered Hamura. Hagoromo got to his feet to head to the kitchen.

“It’s easy,” Sakura interrupted. She gestured to each of her siblings with the glass.

“Biggest bro,” she began. Hamura waved.

“Big sister,” Sakura went on, then indicating Shizune, who nodded.

“And then other big brother,” Sakura concluded, jerking her chin in the direction of the kitchen.

She touched her chest with the wine glass. “There’s me. Three little ones after that.”

“Four now,” Shizune corrected.

“Yeah. So that’s eight of us...that we know of,” snorted Sakura before she took a gulp of wine. Hagoromo returned with two more bottles of wine and reclaimed his seat.

“....Sakura,” Hamura began in a tone of reproach. But then he shook his head, like he was waving away the thought. He rested his elbow on his knee instead.

“You look good, kiddo. I had nightmares of you living on the streets,” he remarked instead. And Sakura rolled her eyes.

“Ew. You sound like her,” she retorted. And Hagoromo snickered at that, elbowing his brother’s leg.

They moved on to more mundane topics as they ate dinner. The container lids opened to reveal cured meats and fluffy eggs. There were crisp potatoes sprinkled with herbs. And the smells of all the foods melted together into a beautiful melange.

But even once the food was gone, the wine kept flowing. And that made it easy to talk. Sakura still sat on the floor, her knees hugged to her chest.

“So, you’ve seen our nest. Where are you from, Tobirama?” asked Hamura.

And that drew Sakura’s curiosity. Because that was just as much a mystery to her as it was to her siblings. He was just Tobirama. She had never imagined his childhood. He had probably been born wearing a leather jacket. She had never thought to ask him anything like that.

“I was born and raised in Empire City. I tried moving to the west coast for a few years, but it wasn’t a good fit,” answered Tobirama.

“LA?” asked Hagoromo.

“Malibu.” Tobirama’s lips thinned. Sakura smirked.

“Let me guess. Did they try to engage you in small talk?” she teased.

“About the weather,” he grumbled.

“Those psychos,” Sakura replied with mock-outrage.

Shizune mashed her lips together. She raised her glass to her mouth, but not before she shared a pointed look with her brothers.

They stayed late. People in the area seemed to be good at that. Lingering. Just enjoying the moments, never in a rush to get anywhere. Even this late at night, the streets were busy with people still enjoying dinner and drinks.

But eventually, Hagoromo glanced at his watch and announced that he had work in the morning. Everyone got to their feet, clearing the bottles and plates off the table. As Hamura rolled up his sleeves, Shizune pulled Sakura to the side.

Sakura had always loved her sister the most out of their siblings. Maybe it was the 20-year age gap, but Shizune had always felt more like a mother than their own mother had. So she half-expected Shizune to make some sort of remark about Tobirama or about her outfit or the piercings in her ears. Because she had always been a worrywart.

Instead, Shizune pressed something into Sakura’s palm.

“Mom forgot to tell you. You’ll need one of these. Any crystal will do, actually. But still...” Shizune whispered.

Sakura glanced down. In her hand rested a shard of lapis lazuli. It was a couple inches long. Gold flecked the otherwise deep indigo facets of the gemstone.

“The both of you should hold it. And then carry it with you,” added Shizune. She smiled, and Sakura saw, for the first time, that there were tiny lines that spread from the corners of her eyes when she did.

Shizune kissed Sakura’s forehead. “Let’s see each other more often. I’ll come to you if it makes it easier,” she said. Sakura patted the back of her hand and smiled.

It was nearly midnight by the time she waved her siblings out the door. She stuck her head outside, watching them descend the steep path down toward the docks. And only when they smudged into the darkness did she step back inside.

She nearly ran into Tobirama holding up a bottle. “It’s open and I can’t find any corks,” he told her.

“That’s the opposite of a problem,” Sakura replied as she went to find two clean glasses.

They sat out on the terrace. The mosquito zapper buzzed in the corner, glowing bright blue behind them.

Sakura swirled the wine around in her glass as she curled her knees up to her chest. A warm breeze tickled past them.

She glanced to her left. Tobirama relaxed in his seat, long legs stretched out in front of him. She had half-expected him to wear black leather jackets and boots here, too. Seeing him in t-shirts french-tucked into shorts blew her mind a little.

“Didn’t think you’d have brothers,” commented Tobirama, catching her staring at him.

“Why?”

“....You give off ‘only-child’ vibes,” Tobirama said, leaning his elbow on the armrest.

“Are you calling me a brat?” she asked.

He quickly took a sip of wine. But she dissolved into giggles as she added, “....Yyyeah, I kind of am.”

Sakura told him, leaning in closer to let him refill her glass. (It was good wine, a little sweet and heavy on the tongue.) “It didn’t help that my brothers spoiled me rotten. They must have spent half their paychecks on ice cream and toys. It used to drive my sister crazy,” she recalled, chuckling a little.

“Can I ask about the age gap? How’d that happen?” Tobirama queried.

Hamura was in his forties now. Shizune and Hagoromo weren’t far behind.

“Different dads, all of us. And we think there are some siblings above us that we haven’t met,” she answered. But then her expression soured. “I kind of don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she added.

“Alright,” agreed Tobirama, refilling his glass to the brim.

When the wine had run out, Sakura shifted her legs. Something poked her from inside her pocket. She pinched it between her fingers to yank it out, holding the lapis lazuli up to the light. The glimmer drew Tobirama’s gaze.

“It’s that simple?” sighed Tobirama when she shared what her mother and sister had told her.

Sakura shrugged one shoulder.

“Well, Shizune told me that I would have to wear it. Which would’ve been helpful to know...” Sakura added, glaring off into the distance. As if the expression would reach her mother somehow.

With a sigh, she looked back at him. She nudged his arm with her knuckle.

“Wanna do it now?”

“Sure.”

The soothing song was used for fussy babies who wouldn’t sleep. It calmed children during storms and pushed the memories of nightmares far away. It had been years since she had heard it, but Sakura knew the melody well. She hummed the first note. And Tobirama matched her. It was nice to know that regardless of where they came from, siren songs were all the same.

She hadn’t listened to Tobirama sing for almost a year. The sensation was like warm honey dribbling onto the crown of her head, trailing down her back, her arms. She saw his irises begin to lighten. The black leeching away and turning to bright gold.

She closed her eyes, like that would keep the song from entering into her ear and twisting up in her brain. It was like, with a single word, he could tug on the nerves and move her body like a puppet. It was unsettling. The only thing that helped her push through was the cool edge of the crystal pressed between their hands.

And Sakura couldn’t have known. But as she pulled the notes from deep inside, they flowed out of her mouth. Her irises glowed gold too. Only, there was a slight ring of green that lingered in her eyes, just around her pupil. And she missed the way Tobirama stared at her as their voices melded and harmonized when she closed her eyes.

The last note of the song drew out, weaving through the air. Sakura opened her eyes. Tobirama still sat next to her. She didn’t know why that surprised her.

The space between their joined hands felt hot. She pulled away to reveal the deep blue crystal resting in his palm. Gold fissures had formed in the gem that glowed like it was lit from within. Sakura pinched it between her fingers, holding it up to her eyes to get a better look.

She handed it to Tobirama, who also took his time squinting at it.

“So what’s it supposed to do?” she wondered. “Do I have to hold it when I talk or something?”

Tobirama shrugged as he returned it to her. And then Sakura held it up to the light as Tobirama spoke.

“Should we call your sister? Maybe she forgot to tell you something?”

She went very still.

“What’d you say?” she demanded.

“....I thought maybe we could call your sister,” Tobirama said, more slowly this time. With each syllable, the crystal pulsed faintly. She could feel it humming a little in her palm. And then her head whipped around so that she could see him.

He didn’t look any different. But something had changed. She scrutinized his face. Tobirama’s eyebrows rose as he looked down at his shirt, then back at her.

“Tobirama.”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me to do something.”

“What?”

“Just- anything!” she insisted.

Tobirama’s gaze flickered around. And then his eyes landed on the empty glasses resting on the table. “... Would you go check if we have another bottle of wine?”

And then she leaned in, mouth turning up into a gleeful smile as she whispered, “Don’t feel like it.”

She sat on the edge of her seat, practically bouncing with glee. “Tell me to do something else.”

“Let me borrow $20.”

“No!” she declared, laughing now.

“Say something nice about me,” he suggested.

“No, no, no!” she sang. Tobirama rested his chin in his hand as he watched her. He was smiling now, too.

“Marry me.” It slipped from his mouth as naturally as breathing.

“N-” The word stuck in her throat. Eyes flying open, they flew to him.

They stared at each other. Just the buzz of the mosquito zapper droning on behind them.

Tobirama’s hand covered his mouth. Their gazes met and then quickly broke apart.

Finally, she remembered how her mouth worked and opened it. “Um... do you... uh.... should I pretend that didn’t just happened?” she inquired.

“No,” Tobirama said too quickly. And then pressed his fist to his forehead, cringing. “I mean...yes... Well...” He broke off, sighing heavily.

Sakura grimaced, hands and feet clenching and unclenching. She cleared her throat. Tobirama raised his head a little.

“Sooo.... I’m gonna go to bed. Because this is too awkward for me. Um.... let’s talk tomorrow?” she suggested. And she got to her feet, holding her wine glass in one hand. The indigo crystal clutched in the other. But as she headed inside, Tobirama grasped the edge of her shirt. She looked over her shoulder.

Tobirama peered up at her between his bangs. “That... wasn’t a mistake,” he confessed.

Sakura took in his expression. She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy look. “Yes it was, Tobirama. People like us don’t get married,” she replied.

She bent over and kissed the top of his head before she slipped inside.

They didn’t talk about it in the morning. In fact, they didn’t say a word to each other. They went out for breakfast at the same cafe. Ordered the same espresso with milk.

Tobirama only looked up at her when he felt her nudge his shin with her foot. And it was only then that he noticed that she wore the lapis lazuli around her neck. She had wrapped a wire around it and hung it from a silver chain.

“What do you wanna do today?” she asked him.

“Drink until I forget who I am,” he mumbled.

“Fantastic plan,” she agreed as she picked up a pastry.

Maybe it was because they had spent so much time being dramatic and fighting before that things almost seemed okay. The awkwardness still hung there, like a weird third wheel throughout the rest of the trip. But that didn’t stop them from visiting tapas bars and the old hilltop forts on cobbled streets. They basked on the beach every day until even pale Tobirama started to develop a golden glow.

He fell asleep on her shoulder halfway through the flight home. Sakura pretended to be asleep too so she wouldn’t have to shake him off.

They parted ways at the airport. Him, back to Empire City. Her, back to Old Pines. But before she could head to the parking lot, Tobirama grasped her by the forearm. He knew her too well.

“Hey. I know I made things weird,” he said. And then he sighed, adding in a lower voice, “Could you at least look at me?”

Sakura dragged her gaze to his face. At the trace of sunburn across the bridge of his nose.

“Can you try not to disappear on me again?” he requested. He even managed a half-smile for her. Even though his voice didn’t have a pull on her anymore, that expression still did. She had a particular weakness for it. Especially since he rarely smiled for anything... or anyone.

“You know where to find me,” she answered. And then she thought. “But, like, don’t come find me too soon. I need some time to digest... everything,” she added.

Tobirama nodded. And just on another one of those impulses, she leaned in to kiss the sunburn across the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll see ya,” she whispered before she pulled out of his grasp.

The air smelled sweet with magic as she crossed town limits. Dodging the usual pot holes and dips in the road, she followed the winding road home. With the windows rolled down, she could hear the crickets chirping outside, almost unbelievably loud.

As she passed by Kakashi’s house, she could see the lights on inside. And when she pressed the brakes, she saw Pakkun in the window, howling up a storm as he pawed at the pane. It took a moment, but then she saw the silhouette of a man walk out of the kitchen, into the living room. He froze in front of the window too. She leaned against the steering wheel and waved.

There was no point in driving away when she’d been caught. She parked the car and unbuckled the seatbelt. She was only halfway up the walkway when the front door burst open. She expected Biscuit or one of the other dogs to be the first one out to greet her.

To her surprise, Kakashi got there first, sweeping her up in his arms. The smell of fried chicken clung to him as he hugged her tight. One of his hands covering the back of her head as he swung her back and forth.

“Hi!” she greeted him, laughing.

“Welcome back,” Kakashi said so earnestly that she let him hug her for just a little longer.

#writing #equinox #equinox: summer #tobisaku #multisaku #kakasaku

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notesofarichlycolorednight · 6 years ago

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41/50 for Luke and Tori please?

sorry this took me so long! i was having trouble nailing down a concept that i liked. of course that only led to me thinking too hard abt it

so without further ado, here it is! it’s mainly an all human! and crime!au, kept the greek names, with some mish-mash of other things thrown in there. idk really, it’s kinda a mess

half under a cut bc i’m a long-winded bitch

it’s not my Best, but the depression has hit hard and i have other projects i’d like to work on (if the depression will let me)

#41 first kiss#50 arranged marriage

Day 1

"Ugh, you expect me to marry a grifter." She said grifter like it was the worst of the four letter words, throwing the blond man across from her a distasteful look. And for a long time, he'd thought brown eyes always had a warmth about them.

He scoffed. "As if marrying into a house of fixers is any better." His ice-blue eyes shot the blonde woman across from him, his own glare. "Have you even been taught the tricks of the trade yet?" His voice had turned mocking.

Tori opened her mouth to respond with a biting comment, but her mother quickly grabbed her hand and squeezed painfully.

"It would be improper for her to be in such a state in front of her betrothed," Diana said with a perfected smile.

Luke rolled his eyes, missing the irritated look Tori had thrown at her mother.

"Why don't we talk about the details of the wedding in my office." Tori's father, Apollo, stood. Luke's father, Hermes, stood as well with a nod.

"We should let these two get better acquainted," Hermes agreed before shooting his son a pointed look, while Apollo did the same.

Diana stood. "Just as well, I will be meeting with a client soon."

"Yes, I also have a meeting of my own." May stood.

Soon the only two left in the room were Tori and Luke, both glaring at each other, refusing to speak.

Day 100

"Thanks a lot, asshole!" Tori picked up the nearest glass, which was only full of water and some ice, and threw it into Luke's face.

Luke gasped and shot up, his eyes freezing over as he glared at Tori. "What the fuck?" He shook off some of the water, his mark handing him a handful of napkins to wipe his face with. It didn't do much, napkins at clubs were horrendously small and thin. Across the table from Luke, a man also in a suit blinked in surprise and leaned away from Tori.

"You know this chick, Luke?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The people at the tables around them had their eyes trained on the three now, and were murmuring. The waiters had stopped in their tracks, shooting the three nervous looks.

Luke swiped up his napkin and started cleaning his face, while the other man stood and assured the rest of the restaurant that everything was fine and to go back to their meal. Either he was particularly persuasive, or they wanted to pretend nothing had happened because the patrons went back to their dinners and the wait staff began moving from table to table again.

"She's no one," Luke finally answered, eyes half-pleading, half-threatening, but Tori ignored that. She'd been outright threatened by worse.

"Actually, I'm his fiancée." Tori held out her hand, brandishing her engagement ring to the other man, who was still standing. It was something that their parents had decided on together. Luke hadn't even seen it until he'd given it to her. Luke's eyes blazed and he opened his mouth to yell at her, but his mark spoke first.

"You didn't say you were married." The guy looked her over, and any other day would've earned a solid punch to the nose, but she was busy glowering at Luke. "She's quite the catch."

Tori was dressed up, as well, as you'd want to be in such a fancy restaurant setting. Though, her dress were rather plain-black, fitting, and only went down to the tops of her knees. She wore a pair of glossy black flats, and her hair was curled, pulled over her shoulder and held there by a large clip, embedded with diamonds. (Luke vaguely wondered if that was another gift that he'd bought for her.)

"I can see you're in the middle of the something," Tori said sweetly, her eyes flickering over to the other man, "but my fiancé and have a few things to discuss."

"It can't wait until I get home?" Luke asked, punctuating his words.

Tori's smile dropped as she turned to look back at Luke. "No." She looked back at Luke's mark. "You best leave. Now."

The guy took the last swig of his drink before stepping out from behind the table and going to Luke to pat him on the shoulder. "Better luck next time." The nodded to Tori before making his way to the exit.

Luke stepped around the table, approaching Tori, but she held her ground. "What the fuck was that? You just lost me a mark." His voice was low, so as to not draw any more attention than necessary.

"I think you mean petty cash," she shot back. "Unlike you, I was actually working—meeting with a client."

"If he was scared off, maybe you should've been doing your job better," Luke retorted.

"I was doing my job, just fine until that cartel you pissed off last week showed up, looking for you." Luke's face paled, all anger at his soon-to-be-wife drained from him. He stepped back so he could scan the restaurant. Tori continued speaking, "Spooked my client, who took off, by the way. And now, they've come for you. I'd like to see you get out of this one, hot shot."

Just as she was finishing, one of the men came into view and immediately spotted Luke.

"We have to go." Luke grabbed Tori's wrist and started dragging her through the restaurant.

"There's no 'we!' This is all you!" She tried to pry her wrist from his grasp, but his fingers were locked like a iron vice.

"They know we're getting married. They'll hurt you to get to me. So yes, we." Luke rolled his eyes, annoyed he even had to explain this to her. What were her parents teaching her about the underworld?

He tried to drag her to a back exit, but another man appeared. So he quickly diverted his path to another possible exit, only, you guessed it, another man appeared. Luke was forced to enter the kitchen, pushing his way past chefs and some of the wait staff. They didn't make it a few feet before one of the men was in there.

Shots rang out. Luke and Tori instinctively ducked, and he pulled her behind one of the kitchen's islands. There screams as food went flying alongside pots, pans, bowls and plates. Those in the kitchen scattered until only shots rang through the kitchen, following the sounds of ricochet.

Luke didn't want to risk looking, but he guessed there were most likely at least two shooters now. And no way out. He and Tori were staring at a dead end wall behind racks of prepped food.

"We're trapped," he sighed, trying to come to terms with his demise. Who knew he'd go out cowering behind a table in a kitchen, sitting next to the one he was being forced to marry?

"I can take them." Tori said. Luke's head snapped over to her. She was grinning.

"Are you insane? Even if you had a way to stop them from shooting at us, more would show up!"

Had he had time to, Luke would've grabbed her arm and asked her if she was crazy again, but she moved faster than he anticipated. Faster than he'd ever seen her move, in fact. Although, it wasn't like he had paid much attention to her since the announcement of their "happy" engagement.

In one fluid motion, Tori pulled out a glock, already fit with a silencer, from her clutch and spun, staying behind the table but standing enough so she had a clear line of sight of the shooters.

It felt like Luke blinked, heard cries of pain, and suddenly the shooting stopped. Heart beating rapidly in his chest, eyes wide as a does, he carefully lifted himself to his knees and peered over the counter. No gunman to be seen. Tori had stood to full height, and was smiling at her work. Luke slowly stood, too, seeing that the gunmen were on the ground, groaning. Most likely due to the fact that they now had new holes in their knees.

"Mother is going to be very cross with me when she finds out you had to see that." Tori said, slipping her gun back into clutch. "Let's go husband, mine, before more show up." She started toward the back entrance of the kitchen, where two more groaning gunmen laid.

Luke followed in a daze, glancing down at the gunmen again as he stepped over them.

"You have…impeccable aim." He swallowed hard and was glad for the fresh air as he stepped out into the alleyway.

"Don't be impressed yet, my clip is low and more are coming. Let's go!" Tori grabbed Luke's wrist and began pulling him down the alley just as car lights flashed on them. The car screeched to a halt. Doors opened and shut. More gunshots rang through the air.

They broke out into a run as they exited the alley and onto a quiet street. Tori was leading him somewhere, but he was still a little stunned and was having a hard time gathering his bearings. They went through another alley, with footsteps hot on their trail. She took them a block down and down yet another alley.

"Are we going to lose them any time soon?" Luke asked, finally coming from his daze.

She glared at him over her shoulder. "You try running in a skintight dress. You're going to see me naked at some point in our marriage, I am sure of it, but I'd rather not it be in a dark alley surrounded by cartel members."

They kept running.

The men of the cartel somehow managed to keep up with them. They hadn't started shooting yet, but if they got even a foot closer, no doubt shooting would begin soon.

A few moments later, they were on a more populated and lit street. Houses lined the sidewalk, and cars passed perhaps a little faster than they should on a residential street.

Tori was scanning the apartments.

Luke glanced over his shoulder. He didn't see anyone, but he was sure they were only a step behind.

"I'm good picking locks, but I don't think I'll be able to pick one fast enough," Luke admitted.

"You don't need to. Come on." Tori led them up the steps to an apartment with a red door. "Take off your jacket and pull out your shirt from your pants." Luke did as she said, and she took his jacket, draping it over her shoulders before taking the clip out of her hair and putting it into the jacket pocket. She ruffled it, bringing it over both her shoulders. "Okay, now pretend to kiss me?"

"What?" Luke blanched. His blue eyes were wide and a blush was creeping up into his face.

"I know we hate each other, but right now it's life or death. So just…" Tori reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him forward, his head closer to hers. She inclined her head, but kept him a hair's breadth away from her, turning them so that anyone looking from the street wouldn't know they weren't actually kissing. She kept her eyes on the sidewalk, watching for the cartel men.

"Put your hands somewhere," she muttered. "On my hips. Caress my face. Do something with them."

Luke shifted and quickly put his hands on her hips, underneath his jacket that was precariously hanging off her shoulders.

And maybe he should've been more worried that their lives were at stake, and they were using a tactic that wasn't guaranteed to work to get away from them, but all he could really think about was Tori being so close. She was surprisingly warm, even though she was dressed in less. She smelled like honey. Her hair shined like gold in the streetlight. Messy curls was a good look for her.

They'd never been this close until now. They stayed as far away from each other as humanly possible, unless out. Then, they had to act like a happy couple, but at their shared home, Luke slept on the pull-out sofa. They rarely interacted, simply co-existing and skirting around each other, going about their respective jobs.

Standing there, adrenaline rushing through his veins, their breaths mingingly, so close he could feel the warmth of her body made him kind of regret not having taken up the opportunity to...act like a real couple when no one was watching. But that meant diffusing the animosity between them, and he wasn't sure that was going to happen.

Just as Tori spotted some of the men that were chasing them passing by, without really thinking about it, Luke reached up to caress Tori's face with one of his hands.

Tori blinked, startled, her brown eyes going to Luke.

"Luke, what—?" she started, but before she could finish he'd pressed his lips to hers.

Maybe she would've remembered that she hated him, if only because she was being forced to marry him. But his hand at her face was gentle. His arm that snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss was firm and warm. His lips were a little chapped, but he was a good kisser. Before she knew it, she was curling one of her hands into his hair, the other arm wrapping around his neck to hold him to her.

And that was the first time they'd kissed each other, if you can believe that.

thanks for sending this in! it was fun to think abt, even if i had a little trouble deciding on my idea

#lucifers-favorite-child #asked and answered #luke castellan #my oc: tori williams #pjo fanfic #my fanfic #my writing

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i-write-about-anything · 7 years ago

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Baby Daddies Part 4 (Thanksgiving)

Requested: idk why but i’m having some serious baby fever. could you something with a character(s) of your choosing with kids that’s super fluffy and amazing like the rest of your writing?

(you have two children with two different baby daddies lol bye)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Issac Lahey x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Reader’s POV

The week had gone by in a blink of an eye and I wasn’t prepared for everyone to come over. Although I had almost everything done I was still worried about what the hell was going to happen, Stiles and Issac had both promised they’d behave for the sake of all our family and friends but something in me didn’t want to believe them. Amy had been following Stiles around like crazy and I couldn’t help but think that she was already taking this whole leaving situation bad. Peter on the other hand didn’t really know what the hell was going on nor did he know today he’d be seeing his favorite uncle. I hadn’t talked to Scott since Monday but he said he had a couple things he wanted to tell Stiles and I. “Calm down, everything will be alright.” Stiles spoke wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Is it Stiles? Because last time I checked after everyone is gone today so are you.” He sighed and I knew he didn’t want to leave.

“Hey, it’ll go by in no time, and until then you’re going to have fun with the kids, Lydia and Malia said they were going to spend some time here in beacon hills so that should keep you busy for a while.” He sighed before noticing how desperate it sounded that he’d tried to make plans for me when he was gone. “I’m going to miss you so much.” He sighed kissing my cheek.

“I’m going to miss you more.” I looked down at the earrings in my hand. “How am I supposed to do this? What if the kids act up, you know I'm terrible at being the bad cop.” I sighed once more and Stiles chuckled.

“I’m just a call away baby, trust me I hate this just as much as you do.” He grabbed the earrings from my hand and put them in my ear.

“Mommy! Daddy’s here!” Amy bursted into our room and I smiled down at her.

“He is?” I raised my eyebrows and Stiles sighed stepping back a bit. “How about you and Stiles go down and keep him busy while I finish getting ready. yeah?” Amy jumped up and down before grabbing Stiles’ hand.

“Uncle Scott!” I heard Peter’s voice and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine, come on, Scott has been dying to give me some information.” Stiles kissed my lips before walking out of the room.

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Stiles’ POV

“So what’s been this whole big deal you’ve been telling us about, I'm literally dying to know.” I spoke to Scott ignoring Issac in the room.

“You know what, it can wait, it’s really not that important.” Scott spoke as he looked at Issac and I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it in front of him.

“Alright man but you’re going to have to tell me.” I punched him in the arm and Peter tugged at my shirt. I picked him up and he immediately rested his head on my shoulder.

“Man who would have known you were going to be a good dad.” Scott chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, having kids changes you, it really does.” Issac cleared his throat as he took a drink of the water Amy had gave him and I rolled my eyes.

“Dude, what the hell is he doing here?” Scott whispered but I knew Issac was going to be eavesdropping.

“(Y/N) invited him over, ever since Allison dumped his ass he’s been slithering into my house and I don’t like it, especially not since I'm leaving tomorrow.” I sighed kissing Peter’s head and I wasn’t prepared to leave him, or Amy, and especially not (y/n).

“You’re leaving?” Issac spoke and I rolled my eyes.

“Could you mind your own business for once.” I rolled my eyes and Issac smirked.

“Where are you going?” He crossed his arms and I bit my lip.

“Daddy’s leaving to work.” Amy spoke and I sighed and I knew she was innocent but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when she told Issac.

“Amy, go check on your mom.” I spoke a little too harshly.

“Hey, don’t talk to my daughter that way Stilinski.” Issac growled and Scott stepped in between us.

“Hey hey, calm down alright.” Scott spoke and I was only mad at myself when I looked over to the stairs to notice (y/n) with her arms crossed.

“You promised Issac.” She was fuming but she kept herself calm for the kids.

“(Y/N).” He spoke and she shook her head when the doorbell rang.

“You’re lucky people are here otherwise I'd kick you out.” She pushed passed him and Scott looked at me. We hadn’t seen her mad in a while which scared everyone including Amy who was hiding behind my leg.

_________

Through out the entire dinner (Y/N) was glaring at both Issac and I. She hadn’t said a word to neither of us and I'm thankful only because she didn't talk to him. “Okay, so I know most of you are wondering about this whole big news thing I have, and I wouldn’t have done this if I had known Issac was going to be here.” Scott spoke as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“What is it Scott?” (Y/N) was impatient and she was angry.

“Well, how about I just show you.” He smiled before disappearing into the living room. We heard the door slightly open before it was shut close. When he walked back into the dining room to show us his big news my eyes were immediately on (y/n) who’s eyes were on Issac. “We decided to give it another shot.” Scott spoke as he held Allison’s hand. I watched as Issac’s smirk fell and his eyes dropped. He quickly got up and stormed out of the dining room table before anyone could say a thing. Scott looked at (y/n) before he sighed and mouthed a sorry. She quickly shook her head and raised her hand.

“If you guys would just excuse me.” She spoke before she got up to follow Issac and before I could get up and follow her Lydia put her hand on my forearm.

“Let her talk to him. He’s been hurt through the hole thing.” She spoke and I rolled my eyes.

“I see some things haven't changed.” (Y/N)’s cousin Stacy spoke.

“Stacy.” (Y/N)’s mother spoke. “Don’t start.” She put her fork down making it ding on the dish. Peter looked at me before looking at the spot where his mother had been.

“Mommy?” He was such a momma’s boy and when he didn’t see her around he’d freak out.

“She’s okay, she’ll be back soon, finish your food.” I spoke and he nodded stuffing his mouth with mashed potatoes.

“It’s true, she’s always running after the asshole who knocked her up and ran away, it’s not my fault she’s a stupid bitch.” She took a sip of her wine and I have had it by then. I slammed my hand on the table making both Amy and Peter flinch and look at me.

“You don’t speak about her like that. Regardless of what her actions are, it’s none of your fucking concern.” I threw the napkin on top of my plate.

“Daddy!” Amy pouted before she stood up and I sighed taking a step towards her.

“I’m sorry honey, come here.” She was hesitant at first but she quickly wrapped her arms around me when I picked her up. Peter had started crying and I sighed when he didn’t want to be in my arms. I looked at Scott who was rubbing his hand on the back of his neck before placing Amy on the chair I was sitting on. “I’m going to go check up on your mom, alright?” She nodded before wiping the small tears away and I glared at Stacy before walking out of the dining room and waking into the living room. The scene I walked into wasn’t something I wanted to ever see. He was sitting on the arm of the couch while she was standing in front of him. He was in her arms, sobbing his tears into her shirt and she didn’t do much but rub small circles on his back, something she’d do to the kids when they couldn’t sleep.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’ll find someone Issac.” She cooed and I had to contain myself when I rolled my eyes. “Issac, come on.” She sighed. “You still have Amy, she loves you more than anything in the world, she looks up to you even if you don’t have everything together. You have me.” He looked up at her and she smiled. “You have me.” She repeated as she wiped his tears and he smiled back leaning his head on her chest as he let the tears flow.

“Am I interrupting something?” I spoke crossing my arms. She jumped a bit before loosening her arms from Issac’s body and looking at me. “Well?” I licked my lips before I bit them and Issac pulled away from the embrace first as he wiped the tears away from his eyes.

“Look, I'm sorry Stiles, I know, I crossed a boundary, I just needed some kind of comfort, I'm sorry.” Issac spoke getting up from the couch.

“No, you know what, I'm tired of this.” I stepped towards him and (y/n) looked at me. “I tried to reason with her, I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt not only for Amy but for (y/n) and you just continue to slither your way into her brain thinking you have some kind of chance, but you don’t. This is my family now Issac, (y/n)’s mine, and so is Amy, I was there when you weren't and I'll be dammed if I let you take credit for anything you’ve done.” I hadn’t noticed how close I was to him until (y/n) but her arm in between us both.

“Stiles, stop.” She spoke softly trying to calm me and I knew now how she felt earlier.

“Stop? No, fuck this (y/n) he’s ruining our family, he has no one because he’s a little bitch. He takes what’s not his and he runs away from responsibility, no wonder Allison dumped his ass.” And just like that his eyes began to glow and just like that, (y/n) jumped in front of me taking Issac’s claws into her arm. She yelled in pain and within seconds everyone was in the living room.

“Fuck!” She yelled as grabbed her arm watching the blood spill from the fresh wound. “Fuck!” She repeated as the tears ran down her face.

“What the hell happen?” My dad spoke and I couldn’t speak, I looked at Issac who backed up onto the wall and if it wasn’t for my dad I would have attacked him.

“Mommy!” Both Amy and Peter yelled as tears spilled from their eyes. They wrapped their arms around my legs but I was too numb to comfort them.

“Let’s get you to the hospital okay?” Lydia spoke calmly but she wasn’t as calm as she was trying to sound. (Y/N) looked at me before looking at Issac.

“I want you both gone.” She spoke softly and my fear had come alive, I had ruined our family.

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mouser26 · 3 years ago

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An oldie but a goodie

So in light of realizing I really don’t have a lot of Mags stories on here I decided to go dig through my old DA account and see if anything survived since I wasn’t the best at cross posting from Y!...and now I feel old cause Y! went down in 2016 and now is back apparently....so yeah ANYWAYS!!!! Enjoy a gently edited (oh god this was posted how long with those errors?!) first time I and Foxy ever collabed from Nov 2008 aka the First time Mags and Cassius met The Barcrawl ( and to any new readers.....yeah Cassius just talks like that

Cassius hated Canadian pubs. They insisted on calling them bars, and they never had the right food. How was a guy supposed to enjoy his beer without a proper accompaniment? And why had the yellow insisted on meeting here?

“Oy! You in the purple!” a strident woman’s voice rang out. “Your people tried to blow up my brother!”

“Dat’s righ’,” Cassius rumbled, sipping his beer, “but not me pers’nally. I doan do good wit splosives.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone else here,” she retorted. “Maybe I ought to take a down payment in lumps out of you!”

“I warns yer, lady,” Cassius growled. “I’s tougher dan I looks.”

“You don’t look so tough to me!” Magenta challenged.

“Wow, mouffy AN’ blind,” Cassius rumbled. “You got it bad, sister.”

Magenta’s face grew rosy to where it matched her hat and vest. Without another word, she picked up an unoccupied barstool and brought it down on Cassius’s head.

Cassius didn’t flinch; he took his beer bottle and smashed Magenta across the face, sending her soaring towards the leisure section of the bar.

She landed in the midst of a game of eight ball, and, cursing, picked up the cue stick underneath her. She stood up in the middle of the table and kicked the three and the fifteen balls at Cassius’s chest. With one fluid move, she jumped from the billiard table to the bar and pivoted, breaking the cue across Cassius’s face.

Cassius picked himself up off of the floor. Seeing Magenta aim a kick at his face, he seized the leg she was standing on and hurled her bodily into the plate glass window at the bar’s façade.

He grabbed another bottle and waited; she’d be back. One of the patrons with more alcohol than brains approached Cassius, who was picking shards of glass out of his knuckles.

“How dare you hit that lady!” He accused. “That’s not very nice at all.”

“Neither is she,” Cassius growled, “an she hit ferst. I jes hit ‘er back.”

He saw Magenta coming, and he braced for the impact. Outside, she’d landed next to a ‘Valet Parking’ sign for the restaurant next door, and she brought it with her. It caught him squarely in the side, breaking three ribs.

He grunted, and snapped the sign in half.

The patron turned to Magenta who said, “Don’t interfere!” and punched him.

Cassius grabbed the patron’s leg, Magenta grabbed his arm, and together they threw him bodily over the bar. He took out the shelf of high-end liquor and the mirror, and lay groaning behind the bar. Most of the patrons had fled; the bartender was nowhere to be seen.

“What a waste,” Cassius mumbled. “Lookit all dat good booze fallin’ on der floor.”

Magenta straightened her neck with an audible crack. “Not bad, Twinkle-toes. You ARE tougher than you look!”

“An’ yer no sloch eider,” Cassius conceded, drinking rum from a bottle with the top broken off. He offered her the bottle, and she took a long drink.

Idly, Cassius took a long splinter out from her violet hair. “Dat woulda hurt when you put yer hat back on.”

Cassius dusted the glass shards off of his purple vest. “Okay, yer smashed der stool on me head, n' I walloped yer wit der beer bottle, den you broke der poolcue 'cros m' teef, n' I sent you troo der window,” he counted out on his fingers. “Split der damage downna middle?"

“You forgot the cracked ribs, the pool table, and the guy we both sent into the bar display,” she corrected, “Otherwise it all sounds fair.”

Cassius nodded and took out his wallet. He counted several large bills and placed them under the bar counter, weighing them down with the bartender’s shotgun. “He wuz askin' fer it, callin yer a lady 'n sayin I ourtn't smack yer,”

“An’ doan worry 'bout der ribs. I've broke dese tings more times'n I cn count. He should have ter pay fer der mirror doh, on accoun' o' his head doin' der breakin'." Cassius spat out a gob of blood. “Can’ stann innerlopers.”

Magenta snorted. “I smacked you first, you were fair ta shmack me back.” She felt her mouth, where her lower lip was already starting to match her hair. “Shon ova bish! I'm shwelling!” She clapped Cassius on the back. “Good job! Thas shom right hook ya got there.”

“I’d box, but der’s no one big enough to fight,” Cassius said, apologetically. “I'd buy yer a roun', but der bar appears to be desert'd. I know 'n all night biker bar. No place fer a lady, but yer orter be okay. I wanna see 'f yer cn drink's well as yer fight. Say, do yer like karaoke?”

“Did weh not jusht a'tablish I aint no god damn lady?” Magenta demanded. “And fer crooning a tune even if i did like it the lishener ushlly don't. LESH GO! Wait a minute, thish biker bar doesh karaoke?”

“Not yet,” Cassius rumbled. “But dey will.”

*~*~*

Hours and many many MANY drinks later Cassius and Magenta staggered tipsily down the street. “I can' bleev dat guy hekkled us berfore we got troo der first vers,” Cassius growled. “Good ting I hit him inna head wif dat hurled bottle.”

Magenta glared at him. “YOU hit him with a thrown bottle? I beg to differ. I threw that bottle, shir.”

“I hit ‘im inna head,” Cassius corrected. “YOU hit ‘im inna crosh.”

“Good point,” Magenta conceded. “ But I WARNED you I don't shing! And can you believe that whore that shaid my hair was shtupid? I mean what the fuck! She had a fucking hole in her ear the shize of a 28 gauge shell with a fucking ANKER in her lip! I have violet hair an I'm weird?!”

Cassius smirked. “I like yer hair. Mash's m' suit. An, I don' sing eider, but we got's der harm'ny down pat. Don' worry 'bout dat chick. When she wakes up wid der stishes inner forhed she'll know who's shtupid lookin'.”

Magenta howled with laugher. “DAMN SHTRAIGHT! By the by thanksh for docking her boy toy. Elsh I wouldn't have been able to shlash her sho good.”

Cassius shrugged. “Is no problem. Yer good wit dat swishblade!”

Magenta smiled. “Shtill, you are a-shom.” She tried to pat Cassius on the back, but missed the mark by a few feet.

Cassius grinned an evil smile. “He made it easy. Whenever I sees a guy wif nipple clamps anna chain froo 'em, I finks 'Dat's jes beggin t' be yanked.' I din' know he hadda Prince Albert hooked to it too, but dat's his prerorg...perogga..”

“Prerogative?” Magenta supplied

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

Mags giggled. “Bunny...Shtupid fashin shatement sho was ashkin' for it! Even I don't shcream that fucking girly.”

“Der’s lotsa ways a guy cn look tough,” Cassius rumbled thoughtfully. “Dat’s gotta be one o’ der dumbest I seen, an’ dat’s sayin’ sumtin’.”

“You know,” she mused. “For a Purple, you’re not half bad.”

“An’ you’re pretty decent fer a Red girl, too,” Cassius said.

Magenta bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean? Just because I’m a girl means I can’t pull my weight? Or do you have something against Reds?”

“Nuttin’ gainst eider,” Cassius amended. “I jes tink I’m bedder at some a’ dis dan you.”

“Put your money where your mouth ish,” Mags retorted. “I’ve got a hundred bucksh that says I can do anything you can.”

“Alrigh’,” Cassius said, smirking. “Der blacks ‘ave a buildin’ roun’ here, righ’?”

“They do,” Magenta agreed, slowly. “It’s an office they ush when they’re trying to get at the White HQ, which is kinda all the time anymore.”

“Righ’,” Cassius said. He smiled and rubbed his hands together. “We gots a wager. Whoever gess der potted plant outta Black’s office is der better spy. Yer caught, ya lose. Deal?” He held out his enormous hand.

“Deal!” Mags agreed, shaking his hand.

“In der innerests of fairness,” Cassius rumbled, “We go dere inna same cab.”

“One question: what happensh if we Both get caught?”

“Den we bofe lose,” Cassius replied. “An’ we’re ebenly mashed as Spies. We calls it a draw.”

*~*~*

Rusty raised an eyebrow as he looked at the unknown number flashing on his phone. It was a sealed number though so it has to be someone familiar he reasoned as he answered, "Resident robo speaking."

“Rusty?” Mags asked. “It’s me. I need a pick-up at…WHAT PRECINCT IS THIS?...precinct 18, downtown… wait, WHICH DOWNTOWN? ….I’M FROM GATINEAU THAT’S WHY!…Ottawa. Can you bring bail money for…I see ten, but only four of them are ours.”

“Remin’ me,” Cassius groaned, “How did we end up here?”

“Well after we caught you two bickering over the theft of a potted plant,” Seventy-two started, “Brother and I convinced you two that dancing would be as much fun as Karaoke. So, we went downtown to the hippest club and somehow managed to get in.”

“I think the big guy bribed the bouncer,” Twenty-seven mused. “But regardless of how, we got in. The hottest dance crew in town was on the floor, they danced in front of us,”

“We got challenged,” Seventy-two continued. “I told the big guy and the woman. They looked at each other,”

“And together, they punched out the front man,” finished Twenty-seven. “Then, they proceeded to mop the floor with the rest of the crew.”

“Hey,” Mags retorted, “if they didn’t want to get beat up, they shouldn’t have thrown down in the first place. Besides it was a fair fight: two of us, eight of them.”

“That was bad enough,” Seventy-two said, “but did you two have to take on the whole SWAT team?”

“Dey said her hair was funny,” Cassius mumbled. “I had to knock dose tree out, odderwise we’d be in for longer. Smackin’ a cop is a shorter sen’ance dan rippin’ ‘is goolies off via his nosdril.”

“I would have done nothing of the sort,” sniffed Magenta.

“Then why did you threaten to do just that?” Seventy-two countered. “Every man in the club winced in sympathy pain.”

“Sides, der cops asked us nicely to come along,” Cassius said. “If dey’s willin’ to be polite abou’ it, I figger we might as well come ‘long peaceably.”

“They hit you with three tear gas grenades and tazered you at least six times,” protested Twenty-seven. “That’s what you call polite?”

“Dey dint use der guns or battans,” Cassius said. “Dose tazers were nice; dey tickled. Once Rusty gets ‘ere, I tink I need breakfast. Who wants homme, ommer..”

“Omelets?” Magenta suggested

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

“I don’t know where you’ll put them,” Mags said. “Over the course of the night, you drank eight beers, fourteen assorted shots, a bottle of rum and a coke, and a centerpiece bud vase with a rose in it.”

“Tought dat one tasted a bit torny,” Cassius rumbled. “An’ yer one ter talk. You matched me on alla dat.”

“Couldn’t have you show me up, could I!” she countered. “And you’re right, it DID taste thorny!”

“MAGS!” Rusty finally yelled, interupting the four-way recounting of what sounded like a wild night.

He could picture Magenta staring at the receiver in her hand a moment before remembering who was on the line, “Hey Rusty.”

"... You do know I record all my calls, right?"

"...Fuck."

Rusty managed to hold in a chuckle, “Do we need an armored car or can I just pick you up?"

"Uh... I got two blacks and a purple...what do you think?

"... Fuck, I'm just going to get the nice company car to do this kind of crap. Google maps says I'll be there in about Forty-five minutes. Are you armed? Wait, don't answer that. ... WHAT are you armed with?"

"I left my babies at home. I HAD A SWITCHBLADE BUT THEY TOOK IT!"

“Actually you lost it when that one dancer kicked your hand,” Twenty-seven chirped.

“And his girlfriend tried to bite your ear off,” Seventy-two added

“Oh yeah…”

“Probably for the best...” Rusty muttered quietly. "Well, I'll get your spare from your desk as a security blanket of death. How's that? Anything else I should know about? What are the sobriety levels?"

"Hang on let me check… How sober are you bitches?!"

"Hung-over and hungry!”

“Dat depends,” Cassius mumbled. “Did I jes step on m’own fingers?”

“No sir,” an unknown voice, Rust assumed another prisoner cried. “You’re standing on mine.”

“Den nuttin’ a Bloody Mary woan fix,” Cassius said. “Or are yer a scewdriver woman?”

“I’m a Sonic Screwdriver woman, thanks to my darling partner. Electrolytes over acid. There’s your answer,” she said into the phone.

"... I'll have Laurie call me en route to see what's open. On my way."

“Thanks Rusty!”

“Den les’ get outta here,” Cassius picked up the groaning twins by the back of their belts. “I got der lightweights. C’n you get der door?”

“Yep. Hey Rust, we’ll be outside. Trust me, you can’t miss us.” She hung up the jail cell’s pay phone.

“Let’s go”

“Damn!” Cassius smacked his forehead with the heel of his right hand, eliciting a groan from twenty-seven.

“What’s wrong?” Magenta asked, picking the jail cell lock.

“I wuz gonna meet a Yellow at der bar we net at.”

“Really?” Magenta looked up from the lock. “I was supposed to meet a Yellow there too. Think the bastard set us up?”

“Hell of a coinkydink,” Cassius growled, shifting his hold so he had the twins under each arm safe and sound.

“Next time I’m thank the bitch before I shoot him,” Mags soothed as she finally devoted her attention to the lock, earning a laugh from the purple agent.

#Agent Magenta #Mags #My writing #old writing #Agent Cassius

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the-weirdo-on-maple-street · 7 years ago

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Fall Free For All

About a month ago, Val @maxmayfield contacted a few Stranger Things writers, including myself, with a proposal for a series of fall-themed Stranger Things fics. Here’s mine. (Note: I apologize for the historical inaccuracy. The pilgrims were murderers, but they didn’t exactly talk about that during the 80s. Also the Byers are Jewish because I said so.)

Without further ado, here’s my fic.

El Hopper stood on her tiptoes, peering at the calendar that hung on the wall of her cabin. That month, November, had a picture of a brown and orange bird and a few pumpkins. She liked that picture. She placed her index finger on that day's date. November 14th, 1984. She slid her finger along the empty squares until she stopped at one, a week later, with a small note printed at the top of the box. Thanksgiving Day She frowned a little. She knew what 'thanks' was. A word you use when someone does something nice for you. She also knew what 'giving was.' To let someone have something that's yours. But the two words together meant nothing to her. She walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out her well-worn copy of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary. She walked over to the couch and sat down with the book in her lap. She opened it up to the T's, and scanned through the various words until she found the one she wanted. thanks·giv·ing THaNGksˈɡiviNG/ noun 1. the expression of gratitude, especially to God "he offered prayers in thanksgiving for his safe arrival" 2. (in North America) an annual national holiday marked by religious observances and a traditional meal including turkey. The holiday commemorates a harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621, and is held in the US on the fourth Thursday in November. A similar holiday is held in Canada, usually on the second Monday in October. She recognized some of the words, but the whole thing was too complicated for her. She felt a hot spike of frustration in her gut. She wasn't at the reading level of her friends, she knew that, accepted that, but she felt in that moment all of the years she had lost to the lab. All of the years she could've been learning and growing. She shook away those thoughts. She had a guardian who cared about her, friends who loved her. She was lucky. She resolved to ask Hopper later about 'Thanksgiving.' ×/× That night they had meatloaf for dinner and El doesn't hate it per say, because anything is better than the lab food, but it definitely isn't her favorite of all the microwave meals she and Hopper eat. He did let her have fruit punch though, which made up for it. She had all but forgotten what she was going to ask him, but then she glanced over at the calendar and she remembered her question. "What is 'Thanksgiving?'" El asked. Hopper looked at her curiously for a moment "Where did you find that word?" Hopper asked. El pointed to the calendar. "Ah. Well, Thanksgiving is a holiday in America. A long time ago, people across the world in Europe didn't know America existed. Some people came over by accident and found that people already lived here. More people came to live here but it was hard for them, so the people already living here helped them. They shared a meal together, and nowadays we celebrate that by sharing a meal with our friends and family." Hopper took a bite of his meatloaf. El understood what he was saying. But she was eating a meal with her family now. What was so different about Thanksgiving? "Why is it so different from today?" El asked. "Well, we eat turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and other good foods, and we say what we're thankful for." "'Thankful?'" "Two words of the day, you're lucky. To be thankful means to be happy with what you have, to understand how lucky you are to have these things. You can be thankful for your friends or your family or the good food or anything you want," Hopper said. "Can we have 'Thanksgiving?'" El asked, eyes pleading. "Sure, kid. Why not?" ×/× Later that night, when she was in bed, El heard Hopper walk over to the phone, punch in a number, and wait to hear a reply. "Hey Joyce, it's me," El heard him say. A pause as she replied. "No, it's nothing bad. I just have a favor to ask," he said. "El just asked me what Thanksgiving was, and now she wants to have one of her own. And I want to give her that because she deserves that, at least. But Joyce, I can't cook to save my life," Hopper said. Another pause as Joyce said something on the other end. "Oh, no Joyce, I couldn't ask you to do that!" Hopper exclaimed. Another pause. "Okay, if you're sure..." A final pause. "Thank you so much, Joyce. Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye." Hopper placed the phone back in its cradle and walked near El's room. She quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. "Let me guess," Hopper said, standing in her doorway, "You heard the whole thing." El opened her eyes and nodded. "You're too nosy for your own good. But I guess I can tell you. Joyce invited us over to have Thanksgiving dinner with her and Jonathan and Will," he said. El frowned. "What about the 'Don't Be Stupid Rules?'" "I can sneak you out through the woods. Luckily the Byers' house is along the treeline. And even though you have to stay in for another year, it's not as dangerous as before." "Thank you," she said, smiling slightly. "You're welcome, kid," he said, "Now get some sleep." Hopper closed her door until it was only open a crack. She shut her eyes and drifted off, the feeling of excitement still turning her stomach. ×/× The week and a half passed quickly, not that she had something to look forward to. Her almost daily visits from the boys were filled with their own Thanksgiving stories and they only made El even more excited for what was to come. When they day finally came, she woke up early and pulled on her best sweater, a brown and red one she may or may not have stolen from Mike, and her pair of jeans with the least holes. Hopper told her that they wouldn't be going anywhere until that night, but she couldn't help being excited. The day passed slowly, as she tried to occupy herself with things to take her mind off her own anticipation. Finally, finally, Hopper came home and she pulled on her white Converses and frilly socks and they set off through the woods to the Byers' house. The walk wasn't long, but even if it was, El was too occupied with her own thoughts and anticipations to notice. They finally reached the back door and she knocked politely, just as Hopper had told her to do. Joyce opened the door with a smile and welcomed them in. The first thing that El noticed was the smell. She wasn't able to describe it in words, but she knew it smelled better than any meal she ever had. She was so caught up in it that she didn't even notice Will approaching her. "If you like that, you should smell our house during Hanukkah," Will said, smiling at her. She frowned a little and looked up at Hopper, who mouthed a small 'I'll tell you later.' "How are you, El?" Will asked. "I'm good. Hungry," she said. "Well, good. Jonathan is just finishing up. And then we can eat," Will said, he reached out hesitantly and took her hand. She let him lead her away as Joyce and Hopper talked about adult things. They walled past the kitchen and found Jonathan pulling a large casserole dish out of the oven. He spotted them and smiled. "Hey, El," he said. He found a place on the counter amongst all of the other dishes already there and placed the dish down. "Hi," she said, a little shyly. She didn't know Jonathan very well, but she knew he was a friend. "This is your first Thanksgiving, isn't it?" She nodded. "Ever had mac and cheese before?" Jonathan asked, gesturing to the dish. "From the microwave," she said. Jonathan shook his head. "I can't believe Hopper's been feeding you that crap. Trust me, you'll like this much better. Dinner will be ready soon." El nodded politely, and Will lead her to the couch where they sat down. "How much do you know about Thanksgiving?" Will asked. "Only what Lucas and Dustin and Mike and Hopper told me," El said. "Well, what did they say?" "Lucas says he visits all his cousins in Chicago." "Yeah, Lucas has a big family." "Dustin says he watches football with his mom." "It's mostly for his mom. Dustin doesn't really like sports," Will said. El nodded. "And Mike said his mom cooks really good food."

"His mom is a very good cook," Will said. El remembered a promise that Mike had made to her a long time ago, that she could live with him and his mom would cook her real food, not just Eggos. That hadn't happened, through no fault of Mike's, and she had a home now, so it didn't matter to her. "Guys, dinner's ready!" Jonathan called from the dining room. Will and El stood up and walked over to the table to find it covered in various dishes of all shapes and colors. Joyce and Hopper followed them in and they all sat down, El in between Hopper and Will. Everyone dug in, heaping large servings of food unto their plate using large serving spoons. El watched the flurry of activity in awe, feeling a little hesitant to fill her own plate. "Do you want me to make up a plate for you, El?" Joyce asked, noticing El's empty plate. "No, I can do it." El reached forwards towards a plate with circles of reddish jelly. She put one on her plate and moved onto the mac and cheese, which she knew she liked. Jonathan cut her a piece of turkey and she added that to her plate. She almost skipped over the green beans, but one stern look from Hopper made her put some on her plate as well. She was passed the mashed potatoes and she smothered them with gravy. Finally, she was given a roll from Will, who smiled at her encouragingly. She started to eat. She liked the jelly, which Jonathan called cranberry sauce. She also liked the mashed potatoes and gravy and she finished her turkey almost as soon as she got it. She watched Joyce who spread butter onto her roll, and she did the same, finding that it tasted so much better with it. About halfway through the meal, Joyce spoke up. "Okay, now what is everyone thankful for this year?" she asked. "I'll go first," Jonathan said. "I'm thankful that Hopper and El joined us this year." El blushed a little bit and smiled at him. Joyce and Will nodded in agreement. "I'm thankful for the food," Hopper said, giving Jonathan an approving nod. "I'm thankful to have Will back, really back," Joyce said, tears in her eyes. She reached across the table to grasp Will's hand. "I'm grateful to be me again," Will said simply, and everyone smiled in agreement. "What about you, El? What are you thankful for?" Jonathan asked. She looked a little bewildered. She wasn't used to being put on the spot, but she really did want to participate, just like everyone else. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Will assured her. She shook her head, and thought about everything she could say. She was thankful for a bedroom without tiled walls, for her TV, for a freezer stocked up with Eggos. She was thankful for a father who truly cared for her. She was thankful for Lucas and Dustin and Will. She was thankful for Mike. She was thankful to be eating the best food she'd ever had. But mostly, she was thankful for the beginning of her life, however late it came. She didn't know how to put that in words in a way they'd understand. Instead, she said simply, "I'm thankful to be here," and she hoped it encompassed all she was thinking and feeling. Jonathan and Joyce smiled at her. Hopper placed a hand on her shoulder. Will took her right hand and squeezed. And she knew they understood.

#Stranger things #twg events #twg fall free for all #El Hopper #Will Byers #Jim hopper #joyce byers #jonathan byers

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