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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

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sunaswife · 3 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi!! <3 this is a small chapter but i think an important one nonetheless :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter Nine

“Is there anything you want for breakfast?” You asked Rin as you looked through your closet. He was laying back in bed under the covers, typical Rin. “No don’t bother making anything. I wanna treat you guys to breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes and you turned. “You don’t have to.” You immediately told him. “No i want to.” He assured and you smiled lightly. “Alright thank you.” You said softly and you grabbed your black overall skirt, white long sleeve and your favorite leggings.

“If you want you can wake up the kids.” You said before heading into the bathroom. He sat up and groaned and slowly made his way to their room. He opened the door and saw the two little foxes slide something under the bed. He tilted his head confused and they innocently looked up at him. “Good morning daddy.” They recited which honestly gave him the chills. Twins who could recite things at the same time are creepy. “Good morning. Now what were you guys hiding just now?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nothing—“ Akira innocently smiled. Even though these kids looked like Rin, they certainly had Y/N’s expressions. And that adorable smile that Suna has missed.

“You guys already know that lying is bad. Show me what you’re hiding?” He asked and sat on the floor across from them. Rini guiltily frowned and he reached under the bed to retrieve a box. It was an old shoe box. “A box? What? is it just an animal or something?” Rin asked and the kids shook their heads. Akira handed him the box and he opened it. The first thing he saw was a Polaroid of you and him. He felt a slap across his face. You smiled so bright and Rin had his deadpanned face like always. The photo behind the Polaroid was with you in between the twins. They were using your shoulders as an arm rest, each photo made his stomach turn and he saw napkins and tickets, you always wrote the date and a little heart with a note when Rin would take you to places.

“You and mommy looked so happy. Why did you guys leave eachother. I don’t get it.” Akira asked. “You won’t get it until you’re older.” Rin said and began to put everything back before he started crying. “Do you still love mommy?” Rini asked, Rin felt like he was in the hot seat.

They kept their eyes fixated on him. “Of course I do, she’s an amazing friend. She’s the mother of my children.” Rin started. “No not that kind of love...like love love. Like do you wanna marry her?” Akira asked but his phone rang and he saw the FaceTime call from his mother.

His face turned white and he immediately stood up and answered. “H-hi mom..” Rin cleared his throat and the twins gasped. “Grandma?!” They practically yelled. “Rintarou, are you babysitting or something?” His mother asked. “Um no I’m not—“ “Daddy Can we see grandma? We don’t have a grandma we wanna see our grandma!” Rini pulled the hem of his shirt and he looked down. “Daddy? Rintarou they’re not talking about you right?” His mother asked concerned. “Give me a sec...” he told the kids. “Start picking out your clothes.” He said and they quickly nodded and he went straight to the living room. He sighed and rested his hand on his forehead. “Rintarou talk to me. What’s going on? Did you get someone pregnant?” His mom asked. “Yes—no—it’s complicated I—“ “Rintarou it’s either a yes or a no.” His mom said.

Is this deja vu?

“Alright I’ll be honest. Yes I got a girl pregnant.” He sighed and brushed his hair back with his hand. His mom immediately changed her face to one of disappointment. She wasn’t expecting this when she called her son to ask when he was going to visit again.

“Rintaoru explain.” His moms tone completely changed and he gulped, he didn’t hear you coming from the hall. “Well..remember Y/N? My highschool girlfriend?” He asked. “The girl who’s the reason you were severely depressed and almost suicidal? Yeah how could I forget?” She replied sarcastically and you froze.

Wait...what?

“Well before we broke up we kind of..ya know and so she left and she didn’t tell me about them—“ “SHE DID WHAT?! Where is she I want to talk to her!” His mom raised her voice. “Rin I-“ you spoke up and he turned quickly to see you standing there in your cute outfit.

“Y/N, i need to speak with you.” His mother broke the silence and Rin was about to protest but you snatched his phone away. “Hello Mrs. Suna.” You said awkwardly but she had the same deadpanned expression your ex and kids have. “Why didn’t you tell my idiot son you were pregnant?” She demanded rather than ask. “Well it was because I was heartbroken, alone, and going through something traumatic. My parents kicked me out and I didn’t want Rin to have to drop out to help me support two children.” You said. “Two—“ “I had twins.” You interrupted. “How do you know they’re my sons—“ “He’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and they look exactly like him, ma’am. I assure you they’re his.” You replied.

“I don’t believe you not telling Rin you were pregnant because of your situation is an excuse.” She said. “I know. But I wanted to wait until Rin was more mature—“ “And had money and fame as a pro player right? So you could get money?” She asked and both of your and Rin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me. I’m doing more than fine on my own and I have not asked Rin for anything.”

“What do you do for a living?” She asked as if trying to prove you wrong, “I’m a sports commentator, voice actress and Internet personality. I have my own house and car so don’t you dare accuse me of wanted to take money from Rintarou because I will never ask him for anything then to be in the kids lives—“

“Okay that’s enough—mom please stop. We still have a lot of things to talk about regarding the kids and co-parenting. I need to go, we’re taking them on a field trip.” He said after taking the phone away. “When are you guys both free?” His mother asked. “As a single mother I can assure you that I’m never free.” You replied sassily. “I’m free in two weeks—“ Rin interrupted again before another fight started. “..me too..” you replied after checking your calender on the wall.

“Okay, I want you both in Hyogo with the kids. We need to chat.” She said and hung up. You and Rin just looked at eachother and blinked in shock. Like...did that just happen? The kids peered over the hallway doorpost and frowned. They wanted to meet their grandma.

“We’ll talk later.” You told him and he nodded. You turned back down the hall and mumbled something about getting the kids ready for today. Suna changed back into his clothes from yesterday and when the kids look all presentable and cute you all left.

“I should have know.” You said as you looked at the bright sign that said Onigiri Miya. Rin helped Akira out of the car seat and he chuckled. “Osamu’s food is bomb and you know it. I get a best friend discount either way.” He shrugged as you held Rini’s hand and Rin held Akiras hand and you both walked to the shop.

“Hmm? What a surprise!” Osamu spoke up when the bell chimed. “Good morning uncle Samu!” The kids giggled and let go to run to the counter. “How are my favorite munchkins?” He asked as they smiled and looked at the pictured food in amazement.

They act like you never feed them and when you do they just eat two bites and they’re “full”.

“Sup.” “Yo.” Suna and Osamu greeted. “Good morning Osamu.” You said politely and he smiled. “Good morning Y/N.” He replied. “When Suna didn’t come back last night I got a bit worried and he didn’t answer my texts till this morning but I’m glad he was with you.” Osamu said and you didn’t see Suna’s small blush. “Oh well the kids really wanted him to sleep over so he reluctantly agreed and we just called it a night.” You chuckled and he nodded. In the car, Suna told you his situation. He’s currently being transferred over to Tokyo in a different team and his lease ended so instead of getting another lease he moved out and he’s crashing with Osamu for a bit.

While you both talked you couldn’t see the look your kids were giving eachother. The opportunity was perfect and they’re going to take full advantage of it.

Finally you and Rin decided on what to order as well as the kids and you all sat down patiently. Rin was showing the kids pictures of his dog, Chewy. It was short for Chewbacca and you sighed at how much of a nerd Suna really is. But yet again that was another thing you guys bonded over back then.

Soon the food arrived and the kids loved it, you loved it. Rin obviously loved it. It was just so freaking good. “How much was the food again? So I can pay half.” You asked after wiping your mouth and Suna frowned. “I told you I got it.” He flicked your forehead and you smacked his hand. “Oww.” You whined. “It’s free cuz you demanded that I give you free food when I opened my restaurant, remember?” Osamu spoke up from the counter and you squinted. “But—“ “No if’s, but’s, or coconuts. I’m not charging Rin today.” Osamu said and you told him a small thank you.

“Y/N the ticket booth is this way..” Rin pointed out as you walked to the gates. “I came prepared.” You said and pulled out the QR code’s on your phone. “Mama still gets nervous talking to strangers sometimes so she usually is prepared.” It didn’t take long for everyone to go through the gates and Rin realized you have to had payed for his ticket.

He kept bugging throughout the day that he could pay for everyone instead but you smacked his arm and pointed at your kids in the distance. They were at the kids section where they could touch starfish and Akira was obviously a little bit nervous. But Rini was there guiding her hand and making sure she was using the two fingers to pet the animals.

“Rini may be a bit of an airhead but he always remembers that he’s a big brother and he’s always there for Akira when she’s nervous or scared..” you told him and his heart melted. They were just so cute. “Um..excuse me..Suna Rintarou...hi I’m a big fan and I was wondering if I can take a photo or get an autograph..” a small voice said and you turned to see a teenage boy.

“Sure dude.” Suna smiled softly and the guy took out his phone for a selfie, “I can take the picture.” You spoke up and the teenager gasped.” “Kageyama Y/N! Oh my god, are you really cousins with Tobio? Or do you just happen to have the same last name? I love listening to your podcasts and the yandere video game that your in is amazing!” He began to geek out and you laughed. “Yeah Tobio and I are cousins, and thanks for the support! You’re a man of culture I see.” You joked.

There was a slight pause of realization with him and he gasped. “Oh..am I interrupting your date?” He asked and looked between you both.

“Yes.”

“No.”

He tilted his head confused and you held Rin’s hand and hugged his arm. Your chest practically engulfed his arm and he almost had a nose bleed. “We went to the same highschool together so we’re catching up with a small date.” You said causing Suna’s face to turn bright red. The boy apologized for bothering and he took a selfie with you both and left.

You quickly let go and you put some distance between you both. Suna began fanning his face and you tried to hide your blush. Out of everything you could do, why would you do that?!

“I don’t know if you wanna tell the world that you have two kids or that you got some chick pregnant in highschool.” You told him. “You weren’t some chick, and I honestly don’t care if people know.” He said and you sighed and turned back to your kids. “But if you’re gonna keep doing that then it’s fine.” He said and you turned back to see him covering his mouth in shock. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked and you nodded.

This was going to be a long day.

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chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay · 3 years

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// Day 8 //

// Wind //

The wind swept through Marinette's hair. Her new second-hand convertible gliding, seamlessly.

She pulled up to her boutique in downtown Gotham. Business was booming and her newest line sold out almost immediately. She had to order extra fabric almost every day just to keep up with demand. Not to mention her commissions.

Luckily, her new notoriety earned her enough money to buy a second-hand car to carry any materials she finds while 'browsing' fabric and fashion stores (which is usually a lot) and to hire a few new employees to take on the floor designs, whilst she worked on commissions.

She entered the shop and flipped the open sign. Marinette sat behind the counter and pulled out her sketchbook, she could design while working the register, so she would usually be the one on 'desk duty', unless she had to actually assemble her commissions.

The bell rang and a tall man wearing all black walked in. He was about Marinette's age and definitely easy on the eyes.

"Where can I find the owner?"

Marinette smiled, "Right here."

An incredulous look passed his face, "You're MDC?"

"Is that such a shocker?"

He looked at her as if analysing her movements, "I just pictured you… Older."

She squinted her eyes, "What can I do for you?"

…..

As it turns out Marinette was commissioned to make a dress for the man's (who she learned was named Damian) sister.

It would be her birthday in 4 months and a surprise ball organised by his family was going to be held in her honour (pfft rich people). Damian was tasked with getting her dress.

Marinette was given a picture of the girl to know what would suit her, her measurements (rich people apparently have their family members measurements on hand) and the theme of the party, 'Space', not vague at all.

Every once in awhile, Damian would come around to see her progress, make a comment or two and generally be a pest.

Soon, he started to come by once a week, then every day.

He'd play it off as being a diligent client, but none of Marinette's other clients would even stop by until the fitting. Sometimes never.

Marinette, despite her reluctance, became (dare she say it?) fond of Damian's lack of filter. It was refreshing.

What she didn't realise was that Damian was becoming quite fond of Marinette, himself.

…..

An envelope was dropped on her desk, two months before her original deadline (she easily finished in half the time she needed, with maybe a tiny bit of Ladybug luck on her side).

"What's this?" She said picking the envelope up and carefully ripping the tab.

"An invitation."

She looked up curiously at him, before reading the contents,

Dear Miss Dupain-Cheng,

You are cordially invited to the Birthday Ball of Cassandra Cain-Wayne, as Damian Wayne's date.

As you know the dress code is black tie and the theme is 'Space'. Usually, in these invitations, a list of trusted and capable boutiques and designers would be included. But, due to your chosen profession, I assume you can make the necessary arrangements.

Please be aware that paparazzi and press will be covering this event.

We sincerely await your response,

Alfred Pennyworth,

On behalf of the Wayne family.

P. S. We have heard many brilliant things about your designs and we can't wait to see the outfits you make. We wish to make a formal request for you to be the official designer and consultant for the Wayne Family.

"You want me to be your consultant?"

Damian tutted, "And designer."

Marinette read the invitation again before a teasing grin broke out on her face, "You also, want me as your date."

He controlled his face into a composed look, "I may have gotten used to you in the past two months."

She poked his shoulder, "'Gotten used to'? Oh c'mon, Damian. You at least tolerate me, you even want me as your date, that could qualify as liking. Or dare I say it," she gasped overdramatically, "Friends."

Damian tutted, "Maybe, I want to be more than friends."

She smiled at him, "Maybe I do, too."

…..

The night of the ball arrived and after sending Cass' dress, shoes and accessories over to the Manor with Damian, Marinette got ready.

She was careful to make her dress less extravagant looking than Cass', she didn't want to show-up the birthday girl.

Her off-the-shoulder dark blue bodice was complimented by a skirt covered in hand-embroidered constellations. She wore her hair in a low bun decorated with a star hairpiece.

Marinette also put in long chain earrings, one with a star and one with a moon, that were complemented by a choker like chain with dainty stars and planets. Her shoes were gladiator-style silver heels.

Pleased with her outfit, she walked outside her apartment to find her new boyfriend waiting by a limo.

Once he saw her, his back unconsciously straightened, "You look lovely, Marinette."

Marinette looked at Damian's tux, it looked like your average black tie outfit, except if you looked closely enough you could see tiny stars and planets embroidered into it, camouflaged subtly into the tuxedo with its perfectly matching colour, "You clean up nicely yourself, Damian," She straightened his bow tie with a smirk, "Nice tux."

Damian grinned, "Y'know, I got out from a boutique downtown. You might know it, bright colours, amazing clothes, the owner's pretty cute."

"Oh? That sounds like I have a competition, Damian. Do I need to fight a girl for your heart?" She teased.

He held her hand, "You wouldn't need to because I'm head over heels with this girl. Nothing you can do or say could change that."

She smiled softly and lightly pecked his cheek, "Not even this?"

"Hmm, actually try that, again."

She rolled her eyes, playfully, but still kissed his cheek, or at least she tried to. Instead, Damian moved his head at the very last second and captured his lips on hers.

When they pulled apart, slightly out of breath, Damian whispered as a smile tugged his lips, "You have the most convincing argument I've ever seen, Angel. I might just have to reconsider this boutique girl."

Marinette grinned, "Hmm? Well, maybe another argument or two would fully convince you."

…..

After a few more kisses, the two realised that they should leave, lest they be late. They pulled up to the Manor courtyard, that was currently being overrun by tabloids and paparazzi.

Damian exited the car and held a hand out to Marinette. This action alone caused a gasp and whispers to ripple through the crowd, 'Damian Wayne arrived with a date?'

Marinette placed her hand in his and let him help her out. The paparazzi ooh'd at her dress before clamouring for an interview with Damian and his new amour.

"Damian, who is this lovely lady?"

With his hand in hers, he answered, "My girlfriend Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Marinette! Who are you wearing?"

"It's actually a dress I made myself, I own a boutique here in Gotham."

More questions came.

"How did you two meet?"

Damian answered, "Well, I actually commissioned her to make my sisters dress for this evening, which you'll see later. And I just kept bugging her until, I guess, I grew on her."

The crowd aww'd.

A brash voice broke out of the crowd, "How do you respond to the rumours about how you're the father-to-be of the product of a drunken one-night-stand?"

Marinette's face fell. She knew that voice.

Damian frowned, looking into the crowd for the speaker, "Well, I'd say those rumours are false."

"You bastard!"

A heavily pregnant, sausage haired brunette ran out and slapped him in the face.

Marinette knew this woman. The one and only, Lila Rossi.

"How could you abandon me and your child? For some hussy!"

Damian's demeanor changed from calm to extremely pissed, "Ma'am, I've never met you before in my life. I don't know who the father of your child is, but it's not me. Now, it would do you well not to speak of my girlfriend like that, she is a very respectable woman and I don't appreciate the way you speak of her."

Marinette's eyes narrowed, "You may never have met her, Damian, but I have. She's Lila Rossi. Remember that liar I told you about, from Paris?"

He nodded, suddenly with a scowl on his face, "The one who willingly got akumatized?"

The reporters gasped, they all knew about the horrors of what happened in Paris. The city was under siege for 7 years and after 3, it was made into a No Man's Land. Nobody was allowed to leave or enter the city without permits, and those were only given to the initial evacuees, those who were most vulnerable, like the elderly, mothers and babies, the sick.

Nobody was allowed to leave or enter after that, except military personnel, until Hawkmoth was defeated.

The city itself was ravaged with gangs and was split into territories, wherever the military didn't have control over. It was a massacre and over 30% of Parisians who stayed died of disease, starvation or they were killed and couldn't be revived by Ladybug's Lucky Charm (including Marinette's parents). Everyone else was just killed and tortured over and over again, unable to escape the cruel cycle. Then the impossible happened, the heroes of Paris found Hawkmoth and the Final Battle began.

They say, very few Parisians were actually alive during the fight and can remember in full detail what actually happened. The only thing the world knows for sure is that Hawkmoth died that day, disintegrated by Chat Noir's Cataclysm in an insane attempt to take his miraculous while his powers were activated after the Butterfly Brooch had already been retrieved. He didn't stand a chance.

There was still another year before Martial Law was lifted and the City of Love was free, although few call it that anymore.

The dead were counted and mourned and many survivors couldn't bare to stay in their hometown after the heroes announced their sudden (albeit well deserved) retirement. Only about 40% of the city's original population still lives there. The survivors have been known across the globe to be some of the toughest, most resourceful people alive, it actually became commonplace to put 'Siege Survivor' onto resumés and CVs.

The Siege had a traumatic effect on the entire world, but especially the Parisians, and to hear that Marinette was one of those few, really put everything into perspective for the reporters. And to hear that someone willingly helped Hawkmoth was truly an insult to the dead.

Damian glared at Lila, "Miss Rossi. You are truly a disgrace. When your baby is born, I will take a paternity test to prove it's not mine and I would encourage you to grow up and stop trying to live your silly fantasies with your lies and start living in the real world. You have another person to take care of now and I hope you can realise that."

Lila smirked, "Please, I'll be putting this brat up for adoption the second it comes out."

From across the courtyard, Bruce Wayne shot up and ran over to his son.

"Did I hear 'Adoption'? Oh hello, Marinette, Cass looks lovely tonight."

Marinette grinned, "Thank you, Bruce. I hope she likes the dress."

He smiled and shook his head, "She loves it. I bet she'll insist on wearing it for the next hundred parties. Now, what's this about an adoption? Asking for a friend."

Lila stared at him in bemusement.

The newspapers and magazines certainly won't run out of things to talk about. I mean what did they expect from a Wayne party.

…..

After escaping the drama (and Bruce) Marinette and Damian entered the Manor, so they could take their seats.

As soon as all the guests and (legitimate) reporters arrived, a young woman walked down the grand staircase, wearing a dark blue ball gown covered with stars. She wore spiralling silver heels and a simple pendant. Her dark hair was woven with a golden star hairpiece.

Cass looked absolutely stunning.

Damian nudged Marinette, "You absolutely outdid yourself."

She grinned.

…..

Throughout the night Marinette danced with her boyfriend over and over, laughter emanating from the two of them.

Towards the end of the night, Cass got on stage to say a few words. And few it was.

"Thank you all for coming, tonight. Thank you, MDC, for this lovely gown. Have a good time."

The Waynes smiled at their family member's antics.

…..

A few months later, Marinette sat beside a huge pile of clothes in Dicks room, while Damian sat on the couch.

"Dick, sweetie, I am the family designer and consultant, I swear to fucking God if I find one more disco outfit I will throw hands."

Damian snorted and she turned on him.

"Don't think I won't come after you, Wayne. Black on black, really?"

Bruce walked into the room. "Keep it down will you," He whispered furiously, "The babies are sleeping."

After being plastered on the cover of several magazines for the wrong reasons, Lila couldn't find anyone to adopt her baby. Luckily for her, serial adopter Bruce Wayne offered to adopt the baby, on the condition that she agreed to a closed adoption and wouldn't even think about the Wayne's and Marinette, again.

Surprisingly, the baby turned out to be babies. The twins were born 5 minutes apart on different days. Two girls.

They already had Bruce wrapped around their fingers. Although nobody was surprised.

Marinette grabbed the rubbish bag and threw all of Dicks clothes in there.

"Hey!"

Marinette glared at him, "We're going to give these to a charity shop. And then you need a brand new wardrobe."

Bruce sighed, "I'd argue but it's true and it's not like we can't afford it."

"Hey!"

…..

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do you think it’s possible sarah (hoppers daughter) was an early-formed alter that went dormant before the events of season one? it’d make a lot of sense with how much of hoppers arc in season one was him mourning her and channeling that grief into protecting will (which would make sense since he seems like a protecter to both will and el). love your posts!☺️

Yep . :D

I already discussed all of this in the original did post - how sarah was a “little” (kid ) alter. And how hopper was a protector /introject alter. I also discussed her going dormant as a major possibility in my did theory. My assumption is she either (a) “became dormant” like some alters do- aka they are “gone” sometimes for many years but can return . And this can happen in a myriad of ways - sometimes alters go dormant after they had a simulated death in the inner world . theoretically sarah had such a Death. And so did El. Death isn’t really a permanent thing for alters ...they usually will come back or stay dormant - unless the body of the host dies (or they integrate) . They can’t really die . I think it’s very possible she comes back and Hopper while exploring the various innerworlds of Will’s minds (like the Russian one, the memory scapes , etc ) reunites/ finds her . look at the st s4 movie inspirations. In ‘what dreams may come” a guy with the guidance of his dead kid explore a heaven like world influenced by a painter’s emotions.We also have the movie ‘inside out’ -which involves “memory islands” (distinct worlds based on a child’s memories) which are influenced negatively by the kid being depressed she moved to California. The characters traveling to these memory islands are constructs of kid’s mind -and 1 of them also has a guide helping them explore the ‘memory islands’. in Inception a guy says he’s a construct of a guy’s mind and needs to help him escape the many different Ievels of the dream worlds.The in inception who made the worlds- had dad issues. 'the cell’also had alternate dimensions of a man's mind that a cop explored ( the dimensions were created by a man who was ab*sed by his dad). Movies like inception, matrix, Truman show, total recall, the cell, enter the void, wizard of oz, Peter Pan, hellraiser 2, dream warriors, bill & ted’s bogus journey, and welcome to marwen also allude to this: because they involve entering simulated abstract worlds usually created/based on happy& traumatic memories/fears.Cough s4 using the movie wizard of oz quote “we’re not in Hawkins (kansas) anymore.While truman show/matrix are more about realizing your reality isn’t real.in bladerunner 2044/total recall it has the theme of false implanted memories… probably relating to hopper realizing he’s an alter and not in “actual Russia.” Before seeing the other segments of the innerworlds with sarah. Like in total recall- the bad ass spy is told all his memories: his wife/ years of marriage, , his name, are just implanted memories. And she says “you’re life is a dream.”

In s2 Nancy asks Steve how his “grandpa’s time in the war is a metaphor for your life?” And steve compares the mf to the germans in the war. Dr owens mentions Will has ptsd like “ (vietnam) soldiers’, Hopper saying he had buddies like Will . “In the 70s there was a study that compared the post-traumatic stress symptoms in Vietnam veterans and adult survivors of childhood s**ual ab*se. The study revealed that childhood s**ual ab*se is traumatizing and can result in symptoms comparable to symptoms from war-related trauma.” Hopper isn’t actually in Russia -but in one of the innerworlds (after he jumped through the rift of the machine- into Will’s mind). We’ll see flashbacks but also present circumstances of his imprisonment echo Will’s past with Lonnie (if the movies indicate anything)- being starved, guards getting payed in order to let other prisoners r*pe a gay prisoner (than claim incorrectly because of his sexuality he wanted it) , as well as a gang of sadist men who r**e others and a warden using that as a threat to be compliant , being thrown in a dark room of solitary confinement and starved when they didn’t obey the warden, the warden being religious, etc. And the Anerican soldiers (in Vietnam) in the movies aren’t much better and do similarly horrific acts to civilians like r**e and bragging/ happily k*lling women, children, and the elderly. The drill sergant in vietnam calling them homophobic slurs & women, and chocking one of the soldiers with one hand, slapping one for not believing in christianity. Tying up a soldier in a bed , gagging him, beating him and saying “remember it’s just a dream.” Only praising them when good in fire arms.(movies : fullmetal jacket, papillon, shawshank redemption, platoon, welcome to marwen, etc ) . My assumption is flashbacks of his life- will hint he’s an alter of Will’s-the boxes in the basement are “vietnam” ,“dad”, and “ny” (and these are the memories of his we’ll see). And some of the bad characters in said stories will also parallel Lonnie . For instance in s2, Jonathan mentions Indiana writer Vonnegut- In his book ‘slaughterhouse 5′- Vonnegut begins the story of Billy Pilgrim, a man who has “come unstuck in time”. It accounts of Billy Pilgrim's capture and incarceration by the Germans during the last years of World War II, and scattered throughout the narrative are episodes from Billy's life with his dad, and his own wife and kids.Billy is forced to be part of the war and similar things against his free will. The moments start from his childhood when his father throws him in the water to teach him how to swim. He was unwillingly drafted into the war. Later, he is kidnapped by Tralfamadorians (aliens that are implied to be caused by his mental health issues/trauma) against his will. Therefore, he realizes that this concept is just an illusion.

And some of the bad characters in said stories will also parallel Lonnie . Like how in ‘peterpan’- the young girl Wendy imagines netherland and the villain -captain hook- is based off her father ( in the movie they have the same voice actors/while in all stage productions the 2 characters are always played by the same actor). Similar to the other s4 film- ‘wizard of oz’ where the wicked witch of th west from the mythical land of Oz (is played by Dorothy’s real life mean neighbor in the real world/kansas). Or ‘in the cell’- every villain from the alternate-mind- dimensions is played by same actor in diff makeup. Not sure if they’d use Ross Patridge (actor of Lonnie) in this way . But it would be very interesting if (In makeup) Ross played many negative people in Hopper’s life/past -as a way to show Will’s past tr*uma.

Like also-look at Sarah’s tiger plushie! In chinese mythology/culture: “The tiger is personified by the constellation Orion (interesting given Sara’s interest in space/blackholes). The tiger represents protection over human life (hmm?). Tiger charms were used to keep away evil and disease (that’s awful ironic if she died in the manner she did). In Buddhism, wearing tiger skins during meditations was believed to bring protection from spiritual interference and potential harm while exploring astral dimensions.” HMMMMMMMMM XD

Kali in the stranger things novel ‘Suspicious Minds’ says…

“I was named after a goddess. She wore a tiger skin and was fierce in battle.”

Then Kali says to Alice (a women who can see future visions): “I love you, Alice. We can be tigers together.”This parallel (in relation to Alice) is fascinating because Kali actually uses her powers to fake Alice’s death- and to trick Dr. Brenner, and allow Alice to escape. The allusion was so realistic, that Terry could even touch the ‘dead’ Alice.

So the tiger symbolism could be a HUGE hint- that Sarah’s death was simulated and she’ll come back and travel the innerworlds/alternate dimensions of Will’s mind (as Hopper’s guide). Hopper about sarah “galaxies the universe-she always understood that stuff.”

Another possibility (theory b) is she integrated with another alter or with Will (which means she can’t return) .Hopper saying about Sarah “the black hole it got her.” Could imply she integrated with the mf/shadow monster? And ,or maybe she will later ?

But... I lean heavily to theory (a) the most , though.

Obviously sarah has a lot of the connections to Will. will and Sarah both being into science, Sarah winning a spelling bee, Will winning the science fair, both being connected to tigers. Both hallucinating something no one else can see and people trying to snap the 2 out of what they’re viewing. Joyce saying as a witch she’ll eat Will. Parallels Hopper saying as an ogre he’ll eat sarah. Hopper, in s1, when seeing Will (with a vine in his mouth) has a flashback of Sarah on a mouth respirator. And he also has a flashback of Sarah when seeing Will’s lion plushie which resembled Sarah’s tiger plushie. And el also had a lion plushie-like Will’s in s1. Hopper monitored both Will and Sarah at the hospital when they were “dying”. Will has a fear of clowns- and Sarah’s hospital gown had clowns on them. All 3 kids draw.

Plus, we all know the parallels of Will to El (Hopper’s new daughter).

I discussed in my did theory that Hopper (as an adult alter) is a form of protector to all the kid alters - el, Sarah, and Will (host/core). And Hopper as an introject-alter (who are alters based on a person the child knows ) are usually put in the system cause the kid assumes that person could protect them . And since original-Hopper was a police man (a little kid could easily assume that). Although, because he’s a “father figure” for the system he has some of Lonnie’s traits- which are reflected in other perpetrator alters/ bad npcs in the system- Brenner, Neil, Billy, the evil’s Russians,etc . So sometimes he acts similar to a Perpetrator alter too . And I listed those examples/bad parallels extensively in the original did post (linked in the beginning).

And I used these quotes from psych papers in my original did post to pretty much sum up Hopper’s use in Will’s system .

“Introjects can also be based off of figures that the dissociative child found strong, courageous, heroic, or otherwise worthy of being emulated and internalized and could theoretically protect them.”

“Older adult alters are created to serve a nurturing or parenting role, thus serving as a protector. (*protecting Will/el) . However, sometimes their older age is related to taking on the identification of the ab*ser and can therefore take on any of the other more hostile roles too ... Introjects which are mimicking ab*sers are trying to "keep you inline" in order to protect you from external ab*sers. They are copying behaviors shown to them by bad people, not harboring the intent, s*dism or imm*rality of the actual perpetrators.”

I think it pretty much sums up the nuances and motivations of Hopper’s character.

Thanks for the ask, anon :)

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 3 years

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Riverdale 5x04 Review

Wow I loved this episode it was really really good. It definitely felt like a fresh start for the show. It was fun seeing the characters as adults and seeing what they have been up to in the last seven years some of their storylines were really heartbreaking and they’ve all had their strugglings but all the storylines caught my attention and I am excited to see them play out. So lets dive in and talk about the episode. The usual disclaimer stands these are just my own thoughts and opinions and of course there are spoilers so the rest is under the cut.

Archie

So the episode jumps right into the action from the start where we see a dream or rather a nightmare that Archie is having. As predicted poor Archie has PTSD and is struggling with what he went through when at war. What was interesting is the dream gives us some details on what happened to Archie during the time he was in the war zone. It seems like he was part of a mission to rescue a fellow soldier who had fallen behind enemy lines. I am assuming that the soldier in question is Corporal Jackson. It also seems like Archie was definitely a hero in this scenario as his commanding officer says that the men in his unit are alive because of Archie giving the impression that he saved more than just Jackson’s life. It is also obvious that Archie feels alot of guilt about the ones that he couldn’t save. I do want to talk about the dream some more though as another interesting thing is that Archie subconciously melded his two worlds together to give us this surreal scene of a battle and a football game. I do think this dream could be symbolic of what is to come in the season. I could also be reading way too much into it but it is still interesting to explore. For example the first person to fall is Reggie and we see Archie pause and look back calling for him. When Archie arrives back in Riverdale it is to the news that Reggie now works for Hiram. So you could say that he was the first to fall under Hiram’s spell/ manipulation/ power or whatever you want ot call it. We don’t know yet why or how Hiram and Reggie came to be working together. The next person to fall is Jughead but unlike Reggie Jughead talks to Archie. But what he says I think is significant. He says ‘Archie, just a little help.’ I think this could indicate Jughead’s struggle with alcoholism. I do think Archie and Jughead could end up mirroring Fred and FP. When FP was struggling with alcoholism Fred was the one who tried to help him by giving him a job and later he took in Jughead when he found out Juggie was homeless and was willing to give FP a job again. I do think Archie will help Jughead get through these struggles in a similar way that Fred helped FP. However I also think some of this could be a representation of Archie’s guilt about how he betrayed Jughead when he kissed Betty and that maybe he feels some responsibility for the pain Jughead is going through now because of that.

It is also worth noting that Archie also sees his friends, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl, Kevin, Fangs, Sweet Pea and Pop Tate cheering him on from the sidelines as he tries to rescue Jughead. I do think this will show that while Archie will be the most involved in helping Jughead heal all of their friends are going to surround them with support. We have to remember that Archie himself is struggling and so I think this might indicate how the whole group will support each other. I also think some of it sybolises what kept Archie going whilst he was at war. It was the memory of his friends and his desire to one day see them again.

The last part of the dream is showing Hiram holding Archie at gun point as he tries to save Jughead and Archie freezing up. To me this scene did remind me a bit of the scene where the black hood holds Archie at gun point in Pop’s also that last gunshot before he wakes up reminded me of that gunshot going off in the season 1 finale when Fred got shot. I think in this moment Archie is confronted with what he fears the most, freezing up right when he is supposed to be saving someone he cares about. I also think its a foreshadow of the war that’s to come between Hiram and Archie.

Anyway leaving the the dreamworld behind, Archie is told that he is being reassigned to restart the RROTC at Riverdale high. So that means Archie is heading home. He obviously isn’t happy about the orders wanting to head back out to the frontlines but I think he’s probably being reassigned because of his PTSD. This is a bit of a divergent but I couldn’t help but laugh a little when Archie’s soldier friend said Riverdale sounded nice. But Archie gave him his address so it looks like that poor guy will showing up later to discover how wrong that statement was. I am intrigued by his character so am looking forward to seeing him pop back up again in Riverdale.

Once Archie gets back to Riverdale we get alot of information from Toni about what has been going on in Riverdale since they’ve all be gone. We learn that Hiram is stripping Riverdale’s budget to fund SoDale which caters to the rich. I have to say I’m ok with this storyline. When I saw the interview that Archie and Hiram were going up against each other again I was less than enthusiastic about it. But this makes sense to me, I can see why Hiram would do this and yes I do think it is very in character for Archie want to save Riverdale. Also I think because we know it won’t be just Archie but a whole collection of characters like Toni, Alice, Kevin and the rest of the core four going up against Hiram, it won’t feel too much like a rehash of the same storyline. Also this is a little silly but didn’t anyone else feel like Archie was more upset about the bus stops than he was with the fire station getting burned down. Like when he saw the fire station it was like hmm we should rebuild this but when he saw the bus stops he was all WHerE ArE PeOplE GoiNG To SiT!! I dunno maybe its just me but I found that kinda funny. Of course that did give us some more information, we learnt earlier that the Serpents now drive trucks and Toni says sometimes her trucks use the lonely highway. But they never go at night and that bad things happen at night on that highway. This is interesting because we see that girl at the end, who well its pretty obvious she was killed, get into a truck at night. So this tells us either its not a Serpent because Toni said they don’t travel at night or one of her serpents has gone rogue.

Archie decides that if they are going to save Riverdale then they need reinforcements and so he calls the core four back. I must admit it was a little sad when he said to Toni could they go and see if any of them showed up because it shows that Archie had doubts whether they would or not. I mean that last scene with the core four to me reminded me of the scene in season 1 when Vee and Bee were sitting together at Pop’s and then Archie and Jughead come in and Betty invites them to join them and its shows them all laughing together, only this one was really sad because they weren’t laughing together in fact the atmosphere was very strained and tense. It was sad to think of that comparison. But that being said I do think it is a testament to their bond that they did all show up when Archie called. I also liked that he said Toni was as much a part of it as anyone, like thank you Archie speak that truth.

Overall I liked Archie’s storyline this episode. I liked his new friendship with Toni and I hope that continues. I also feel like he has alot more maturity and seems more sure of himself, he seems alot more grounded than before. But whilst I think the Army helped him in many ways it has also led him to alot of trauma and pain. His PTSD I think will be a big part of his arc this season and I hope they do it justice.

Betty

The next person we are shown is Betty and to be honest I don’t think it was a coincidence that they showed us Betty right after Archie. I think their storylines are very similar. Both have gone through something horrifying and traumatic and both are struggling with PTSD, both have had their seniors give them different roles in their jobs and both of them are struggling with this believing they can be more useful if they could go back to what they were doing before the trauma. It does seem like both of them are denying that they are struggling and are refusing to confront that trauma. I do think that Betty and Archie are going to be going on the same journey this season, I think they will turn to each other for comfort and over time they will encourage the other to face their trauma and heal together.

We learn from Betty’s therapy sessions that she is still a trainee and also that she messed up on one of her investigations. It seems one of the villians this season is The Trash Bag Killer or TBK as they sometimes refer to them. I’m not going to lie when I first heard the name I half laughed and half rolled my eyes at how ridiculous a name it was. And then I found out why they are called that and that’s just horrifying, like suddenly that name didn’t seem so funny when its because he dismembers bodies and then wraps all the individual pieces up in trash bags. Like that legit freaked me out so I think we might get an actual real stakes scary ass villian this season which will be both terrifying and fun at the same time, I guess seriously though I am going to have nightmares about those trash bags tonight. We also find out that Betty was held captive by TBK for two weeks and that she hasn’t spoken about her captivity to the therapist. Obviously she has deep trauma resulting from that. Also to me Betty rushing in there without any back up is very in line with her character. When doing investigations in Riverdale she never waited for backup and I think this is one of the things she is struggling with adjusting to outside of Riverdale. I think she learned a hard lesson that she has to rely on help sometimes. Similarly to Archie I do think she has alot of survivors guilt she has to work through and is regretting not being able to save people that she feels like she should have saved like Teresa and the other victims of TBK.

The other thing we learn about Betty is that she seems to be in some kind of relationship with her boss Glen. I legit got so excited when I saw Glen purely because I recognised the actor who played a very sexy werewolf in a show called Bitten that I watched years ago so when I first saw him I was like CLAYTON??!! But once I got over the initial shock I decided I’m not a huge fan of Glen mostly because I didn’t like that comment about Betty’s serial killer brother. I mean he knows Betty has been through some crap and is struggling and he is just casually throwing out the reminder of her brother. Also it does not seem like Betty is all that invested in the relationship which makes me wonder if it isn’t really a commited relationship but more of a FWB kind of thing. I do feel like he wants more with Betty than she is willing to give. Like he was offering for them to get pizza and hang out at his place and she lied about meeting with friends and just went home to her cat which not going to lie relatable (except for me its go home to my puppy dog who is the most loyal man I have ever had in my life). So I am unsure on what their relationship really is as it wasn’t really made that clear. I mean to me he seemed really jealous and insecure when she said she had plans which again makes me lean more towards its a casual thing. We really don’t know anything about them, have they been on dates? Have they been intimate together? How did it start? How long has it been going on? We don’t have answers to any of this. I did see on IMDB that Glen is only listed for this one episode. However the main cast are only listed until episode 7 so I don’t think IMDB have information past episode 7 so he might still make an appearence after that. Also I don’t know if IMDB if 100% accurate but so far for me it has been very accurate. The reason why I say this is because we know next episode that Betty is going to be in the shower with someone. I did wonder when I first heard that Betty had a special relationship with a collegue that it might be them in the shower with Betty but Glen has a beard for one thing so unless he shaves it can’t be him, the person in the shower is clean shaven. Also like I said he isn’t listed as being in episode 2 on IMDB so I’m fairly sure its not him in the shower, which again makes me feel like it is more of a casual thing. I mean we know Betty can cheat shes done it before but I’m not sure if they would go that route with her again but we’ll see.

I again liked Betty’s set up. I am curious to see where this TBK plot is going. I also wonder if it will link up with the trucker killer I also wonder if TBK is someone we know already, maybe its Chic. I don’t think it would be Charles because although he is a killer I don’t think he would hurt any of his family. I know that they were in prison last we saw them but we don’t know if they still are so they could be a possibilty. I did hear that both actors were seen in the area where they film Riverdale so who knows. I really do hope that Betty does get some time to heal now that she has her friends around her again.

Veronica

Ok this one is not going to be a unpopular opinion I think, I haven’t been in the riverdale tag yet as I didn’t want to be spoiled before I saw the episode and then I started writing this review right away, so I don’t know what everyones opinion on it was but here it goes. I didn’t hate Veronica’s husband Chad. Like from the interviews I really thought I would hate him but to me he just came across as a husband who had seen his wife nearly die and was now being too protective of her. I know before the episode everyone was describing Chad as being a controlling abusive husband but I didn’t really get that from this episode. Now I do want to make it clear that I do feel like this might change. I mean the next synopsis says he is having her followed so I do feel like he is going to get worse and I’ll then end up hating him but from this episode alone not so much. I think its just that his reasons make sense. I also feel like the problems in the relationship are less to do with Chad being controlling and more to do with a break down in communication. For example the whole having a child thing. I think its perfectly natural for Chad to want to have a child with his wife, especially when they’ve just had a near death experience that might make Chad feel like they should sieze every opportunity before its gone. I also think its completely fine for Veronica not to want children and to focus on her career. But before we go painting Chad as the evil husband who is trying to force his wife into having children we need to remember that Veronica hasn’t told Chad she doesn’t want children right now. When Chad said he thought this would be the year Veronica replies ‘hopefully’. Now with that response it would seem to anyone like she too wants to have children. She might have told Hermione about her true feelings about the subject but she hasn’t told her husband. Even later when they are having an argument and Chad says ‘we’re suppose to be trying to have a baby’ she still doesn’t tell him that she doesn’t want a child. Also I was kinda on Chad’s side about Veronica lying about where she was working. Like I understand that Veronica wanted to avoid an argument but he is right that would have been very awkward and embarassing for Chad to show up at what he thinks is his wife’s place of work and talk to her friend and discover that his wife doesn’t work there anymore. But again that was a result of the lack of communication. On the flip side of all of that you’ve got Chad who is trying to bubble wrap his wife and its like Veronica said he has forgotten who is wife is, Veronica is a tough gal who doesn’t need to be bubble wrapped. I think all of the problems they are facing right now were brought on by the accident. Chad might have really struggled with seeing his fiery, strong and passionate wife in such a vulnerable position after the accident. Seeing her so fragile then made him want to protect her but he takes it too far wanting her to reduce how much she works and even where she works. Veronica also admits to giving into Chad to avoid arguments. I do think their conversation at the end was good it seemed like they were opening that communication back up. But then Chad gave Veronica that egg. Again I don’t necessarily think this is all Chad’s fault and I don’t necessarily think that because he has given Veronica the same gift her Father gave Hermione that means he is evil. It is obvious from the fact that he talks about how a new one comes out every year that he doesn’t know that connection. Once again Veronica doesn’t tell him that she doesn’t like the egg she just sells it. For some reason Veronica seems to feel like she can’t be open with her husband which is worrying, I do think they are both a bit at fault here and they are both making mistakes, it seems like they’ve both been walking on egg shells around each other since that helicopter crash. We know from an interview that Chad is going to be jealous of Archie and I do think alot of that is going to be because he will see that Veronica and Archie, because of their history together, have an honest and open communication with each other and his wife isn’t being honest or open with him, he and his wife don’t have that when really they should. Unfortunately I do think this will cause Chad to act more and more possessive and irrational which is likely what will then lead to me hating him.

As for Veronica’s job I am a bit confused about what it is exactly that she does. It looked to me like she was running a kind of underground slightly shady jewellery shop. But whatever shes doing it looked like she was flourishing. I mean she previously worked on wall street and it does seem like she really misses that line of work so hopefully one day she’ll be able to get back to doing what she loves. I am glad that it looked like she was standing up to her husband and making it clear to him what she wanted. I do hope she addresses the baby thing soon though and tells him that she doesn’t want one right now. Again I am interested to see where this storyline goes and just how far to the dark side they will take Chad’s character. Whether they will go full blown he’s the new hiram lodge or whether they’ll have him go pretty far but then give him a redemption arc. I could unfortunately see them give him a redemption arc and then killing him off which I hope they don’t do because that’s a worn out troupe.

Jughead

So last of the core four is Juggie. Again what is interesting to me is like Betty and Archie, Jughead follows from Veronica and their storylines too are similar. Both of them are dissatisfied with their careers and are having realtionship troubles. Juggie is not in the best of places lets be honest. He had one successful book but now he has writers block, is drinking too much, is in a toxic relationship with his girlfriend jessica and has debt collectors banging at the door and yet the thing I was most shocked by was his new tattoos. Like all the other characters to me this storyline for Jughead makes sense. He has always seemed to draw inspiration from Riverdale for his stories so I think he is struggling to write now that he is left. I do think once he starts investigating a good old Riverdale mystery those creative juices will start to flow once more. I would also like to point out how there was no Jughead narration throughout the episode until those last few moments when Jughead is back in Riverdale and he narrates over Squeaky getting into that truck which could be seen as reaffirming that Jughead will be able to write again once now he’s home. I do also feel like Jug is struggling with the Barchie cheating incident. I think it has left deep wounds for him and I’m hoping now that he is back in riverdale they can start to heal them. I do think its not just the cheating thing though but also because they all broke their promise to meet up a year later. I do wonder if Jug has any bitterness towards the fact they didn’t keep their promise to meet a year later but when Archie called everyone came running. I mean Jughead did not look happy to be there at all and there was definitely tension between them all. Though I would say there was less tension between Archie and Veronica and Archie and Betty. But I did pick up tension between Jughead and Betty and Jughead and Archie and also a little between Betty and Veronica.

Anyway going back to Juggie. His girlfriend eventually leaves him because at this point she is tired and feels like Jughead cares more about his book than about her. I do wonder if we might see her again later. Jughead gets over her seemingly pretty quick though when he meets Cora at the bar. I do find it kinda funny that the topic that gets brought up that leads to him getting laid is effectively his relationship with Betty. But we do learn from that conversation with Cora that Jughead’s book is called outcasts and seems to have been based on the serpents and his romance with Betty seems to have been included in it. I do wonder if Jughead wrote the book as a way to sort through his feelings about the break down of his relationship with Betty and ultimately that didn’t work because he still had that pain and that feeling of betrayal. One thing I will say is that I hope that they don’t do a similar thing they did in One Tree Hill where Jughead can suddenly write again and he writes a book about Betty because it would feel a bit too much like he is being saved by Betty and it creates this dependant relationship where he can only write if he’s with Betty. I don’t know I’d just rather he is able to write because he is creative and a good writer not because he is in a relationship with a particular person if that makes sense. I feel like maybe right now he doesn’t know how to function outside of his relationship with Betty which is why he is so quick to sleep with another woman right after Jessica leaves, I feel like he might have been using other women to fill that void, so I would like to see him learn how to be his own person outside of any relationship, I feel like he kind of needs to find himself again.

In regards to Cora, I mean that girl knew what she wanted but it made me so uncomfortable the way she went about getting what she wanted, I mean she effectively stalked Jughead. Also from the way she said if she didn’t hear from him she would call the debt collectors I feel like maybe she might show up again a bit later. To be honest whilst I feel like Jessica could reappear in a flashback I think Cora could show up and cause trouble in present day.

Toni

I am so happy with how much screentime Toni got this episode. She seems to have done pretty well for herself, she’s Serpent Queen and she runs the new White Wyrm, she’s got that serpent trucking business and she’s got a baby on the way which it seems like she is happy about. I am very curious about who the father is going to be. I am still thinking it could be a surrogacy thing with Kevin and Fangs. Maybe that’s why she isn’t telling anyone who the father is yet because fro whatever reason Kangs aren’t ready for people to know. It could be that the three will raise the baby together. Another person I thought it could be is Sweet Pea because of that moment when he talked about how when Toni came back and Toni cuts across him talking about them restarting the serpents. I could be projecting here but it seemed to me like maybe Toni was worried about waht Sweet Pea was going to say like he might say when Toni came back we started a fling and now we’re having a baby together. I’m not completely sold on that though it was just a thought I had. Another thought I had is maybe it is Jugheads. Maybe he came back to town for some reason or Toni met him in new york and they hooked up leading to her getting pregnant. Again I don’t think its very likely but it would be shocking and I do feel like they are going to try and shock us with it. I also feel like it has to be a character we have seen before.

I am a little worried about Toni though mainly because of the storyline of her having tht trucking business going on. We know that Vanessa has gone on maternity leave and that they recorded her scenes in advance but I still feel like she’s going to have to be a little more absent. I could see a storyline where the Trucker killer feels like Toni is getting in their way and so they decide to do something about her maybe kidknap her. Or maybe they threaten her leading to Toni leaving for a little while to protect herself and her baby.

Cheryl

Ok Cheryl’s storyline really hit home for me and I got emotional about it. The whole story line where she hasn’t left Thorn Hill in years was particularly moving for me because I suffer from a condition called agoraphobia which seems to be what Cheryl is struggling with on top of other issues. It’s a very complicated condition and alot of people misconcieve it as meanign you can’t go outside but actually its more complicated than that. It is a fear of spaces precieved as unsafe. As a result alot of the time it will result in those with the condition being unable to leave their homes because their home is typically where they will feel safest. However at the same time it can make your home feel like a prison because even thoguh you might want to you physsically can’t bring yourself to leave your home. Cheryl believes that she is cursed and so many terrible things have happened to her that I’m not surprised if she now precieves as anywhere outside of Thorn Hill as not safe. It was also sad when she compared herself to Sarah Winchester and how she feels she is cursed and that curse will one day consume her. Cheryl is clearly in pain and I think she is using the painting as a coping mechanism. I really hope she is able to get help and begin to heal.

I do feel like something else might have happened to Cheryl that we aren’t aware of. I notived she was wearing one glove in all the scenes we saw her in which is similar to how Penelope wore a glove after she was burnt. So I wonder if Cheryl is wearing the glove as a reminder of her mother or whether it is because she herself has been injured in some way and is covering it up. It also seems like her Nana Rose might want her to start a Art fraud business which is odd. Maybe they are struggling for money? But other than that we didn’t learn much about Cheryl so it’ll be interesting to see where they take her character. I mean we saw in the trailer that she does eventually leave Thorn Hill.

Other Little Things

Ok so here I jsut want to talk about some things that were too brief to warrant a whole section to themselves but that I still think are important.

I am so happy that Kangs stayed together, they are super cute together and I hope we get to see more screen time for them and Sweet Pea.

I wonder why Hiram wants Cheryl’s maple groves. I am assuming its something to do with SoDale but I can’t think how its related.

It is interesting that they have brought Stonewall back into the storyline. It does make me wonder what happened to Donna after seven years. Is she still running from Charles not knowing that it was him and not knowing that he’s been caught?

Theories for the next episode.

So as I usually do I am going to finish off with theories for what I think will happen in the next episode.

1) The promo for the next episode starts off with a girl running from a truck. I think this girl will be Polly but I think it’ll come at the very end of the episode. the shot that was in the season trailer of Betty with a gun at home is also in this promo. I actually think Betty will hear a noise and go investigating and it’ll turn out to be Polly arriving there. Part of the reason why I think it could be Polly is because she has surprised Betty a few times before so it would make a parallel to those other scenes where Polly has popped up in the house surprising Betty. I think they will reintroduce her in this episode and then the last scene will be her running from the truck which will explain the synopsis for episode 6 where is says Alice, Kevin and Betty think Polly is in trouble.

2) Another person that could surpise Betty is Archie. A large part of this is because one of the writers released three emoji’s to describe Barchie which was a gun, a pizza and a key. I think this one could be the gun emoji. Also in the promo there is a shot of Archie and Betty in her room looking out her window and Archie saying he is going to take the town back. I think maybe Arch comes to talk to her and when she doesn’t open the door he just comes in thinking something might be wrong. I do think they might be at the window to spy on the ghoulies is Archie’s house. It is also worth noting that Archie is in the same clothes that he was in at the end of ep 4 when they were at Pop’s so I think this scene happens early in the episode. It is also possible that Archie stays at Betty’s to do like surveillence on the ghoulies.

3) There is also a shot of Veronica in the blonde wig and it looks like she is either buying or selling one of those eggs. In the synopsis in talks about how Veronica gets crafty when she finds out Chad is having her followed so I do think this scene is related to that. The egg to me looks just like the one she sold this episode so maybe she is buying one back for some reason.

4) We can see Hiram telling someone that maybe he should teach them a lesson. I think he might be talking to Archie here. I could see Archie going straight to Hiram after meeting with the gang and then going to Betty after that and making that I am taking back the town speech.

5) Another scene in the trailer is Betty saying when are we going to kick their asses. I think her and Archie are making a plan to get the Ghoulies out of Archie’s house. We do also get a shot of the ghoulies and it looks like there is alot of them in there. It also looks like they have trashed the place. I do think its possible this is where the pizza emoji will come in I could see them having pizza while they strategize and the key could be to do with getting access/ control of Archie’s home back. We do also see scenes of Betty and Archie beating up the ghoulies with baseball bats so I reckon they will be successful in driving the ghoulies out.

6) We see Jughead at one point hiding behind the counter at Pop’s. We know from the synopsis that he is hiding from debt collecters. We also know that he is getting a new job I could see him getting a job at Pop’s. Again I think Jughead is very much mirroring his father right now and this would be another parallel between them.

7) Ok so the shower scene. I am pretty sure that it is Barchie in that shower. But the question is how do they end up in the shower together. Well someone else earlier when that scene first came out said they thought the shower looked like Archie’s and yeah it definitely could be there is a window in the right place. So if it is Archie’s shower that maybe their blodd is running a little hot after beating up the ghoulies and the adrenaline is still pumping and that leads to them hooking up. Now I am being a very greedy Barchie shipper here but what if it doesn’t start out in the shower. What if they start out in the bedroom for example and then after decide to take a shower together and thats when they hook up for a second time. I’m just not sure why else they would both be in the shower. Unless they spend the whole episode having moments and the tension builds and builds as the episode goes on, then the fight gets their blood pumping and when one of them goes to have a shower to clean up the other just thinks to hell with it and joins the other one in the shower.

Well as I said earlier I really enjoyed this episode and I am looking forward to seeing where it will all go. So until next time.

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Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode, remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader, no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

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estellestarlightevergarden · 5 years

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Zach Dempsey 1

Title: Not Just One-sided Anymore

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Loving!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lime, and Tons of Angst!

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why

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Notes: This is just a small bit of writing about the series 13 Reasons Why so please do take serious Precautions before actually watching the show!

I do Advise my Precious Readers that If you are sensitive to materials such as; Substance abuse, Traumatic Sexual Themes, Violence, Suicide, etc. Please do not watch or read this!!

If you or someone you know or love is going through something like the listed above please do Reach for help!! Before and at end of this small Fic I will place this message because even if I do not know you I still care about each life!

Please do Reach or ask for help! I am not the best person to help due to being a writer and creator of the fics I post here but its best to seek professional attention and help!

So If anything Proceed with caution!

Summary:

Takes Place after the trials. Zach and his loving girlfriend you take a break. Not only because of what he had testified but of what your relationship had become after and before Hannah Baker. Little does reader know its not just one sided love anymore.

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The young adolescent female grips the seat under her as she listens to her boyfriends confession. Her facial expression was more shocked and hurt than angry. As she continued to listen to Zach's Words on how he and Hannah had become more than friends during the summer Y/n was gone. The young female bit her lip and quietly left the room.

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"Damn it Dempsey.." She silently cried in her room clutching the plush that Zach had gifted her. "Why did you go and cheat on me?" She sniffed still upset about the confession. Suddenly there were gentle knocks at her door.

"Y/n? Sweetie? Zach is here to see you!" The Teen's mom had called to her. The girl crying from earlier had cleared her voice to sound normal and responded.

"I'm a little busy tell him to come back at a later time!" She had curled up into a ball and silently cried into. After a few hours of being on the cold now warm floor, Y/n then stopped crying and wiped her tear stained face.

"Im not just going to stay here crying.. I have to take my mind off of this.." I mumbled getting off the now warm floor. The girl changed into a black tank top, a red flannel and blue shorts. She slipped on purple ankle socks and black hightops. She walked out the front door and walked the streets of crestmont. Her feet led her towards Rosie's an old fashioned diner that she regularly attended only for her favorite drink. A Vanilla milkshake which she had only shared with ..

.Zach..

She walked through the doors and sat at her usual booth and ordered her Vanilla milkshake. "Hey you mind if I sit with you Y/n?" A familiar Voice asked. The girl looked up at the owner of the voice none other than Clay Jensen.

"No go ahead! At least your not a heart breaker Clay.." The broken girl had mumbled to herself. The Milkshake had soon arrived in their awkward moment of silence. The tension became thicker the longer it was silent so the male had now began to speak. "Hey Y/n I'm really sorry about what happened during the trials.. you don't deserve that.." He said cracking a small smile. She looked up at him after playing with her straw smiling for once. She then Laughed. "Hey Thanks Clay.. your a really good friend.. at least you know how to cheer a girl up" she smiled at him making him blush. The girl sat up more comfortably looking at him.

"Well if you need me I'll be around the halls of Liberty! Just call for Clay!" He chuckled. The girl stopped her sip and stiffled a laugh. He smiled at the actions of his friend as she laughed at hjs awkward attempt of a joke.

Little did they know someone was watching them.

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It was now morning and students bustling through the halls of Liberty High. The Young girl who was so broken hearted was now smiling again and hanging with her friend. "Clay! Hey! You wanna watch a movie sometime? Just as friends!" The now happy female chirped. Clay looked at his female friend and nodded.

"Sure! That'd be fun! But I don't think your boyfriend would like that.." He motioned to the said male across the hall glaring daggers at Clay. The girl turned to the male and sighed apologetically. Zach being caught glaring then looked at something else either around or at a locker.

"Clay? Should I forgive him? I know It was one sided but..-" She sighed looking at him for amswers. The male put up both arms mid air showing that he was hiding nothing. "Hmm.. Well thats honestly up to you! If you want to go ahead I'm only tired of his glares." The male friend had sighed. The girl smiled at his words and hugged him.

"I think its time to forgive him Clay" She spoke softly and pulled away from ths hug only to walk ober towards the circle of jocks.

"Hey look its Y/n are you here to tell Dempsey your not his cheerleader anymore?" The Baseball player named Bryce Snickered. The small female rolled her eyes at his words. Her hand reached out for the Larger hand and pulled him along getting out of the circle of jocks.

"Y/n look I'm so sorry.. fuck.. you deserve someone better than me.." He started and only looked at the ground. He rambled on not thinking about the usual filter he had on when he was with friends or family. We soon stopped outside and were near a couple of wooden tables with benches surrounded by trees.

"Zach... The only reason I left you...us.... this relationship.. was because This was all one sided after the summer.. Hannah had ignored me and so had you.." I started rubbing my arms with my hands looking at a tree. He gasped softly. "I felt Like I wasn't good enough for you. .. Even after what happened between you two.. you never even bothered to stop and tell me... not even my own friend..am I that much of an embarrassment to you?" I weakly said tears finding their way out of my eyes. I heard the crunch of the leaves and familiar shoes infront of me.

"Hey.. Your not an embarrassment.. I'm sorry that I've ignored you for so long.. it's just.. I thought with you gone that I would.. try and get over it.. but hannah came along.. and I still have her note.. I never threw it away.. I never bothered to tell you because I didn't want you to think.. oh god.. I'm screwing this up again aren't I?" He rambled on running a hand through his hair. He kneeled to look me in the eye and could only take my hands in his still rambling on.

I smiled at his words and cupped his face with my hands. His eyes looked into mine with utter confusion at my sudden action. "Zach thats now why I came to talk to you.. I camt to talk to you because I.. Still want to forgive you.. I know that only happened once but.. I want us to be honest from now on alright?" I softly whispered only so he was able to hear. Suddenly I was now buried in his chest his arms around me tight.

I hugged his hugs frame that my arms could barely wrap around. I nuzzled into his black shirt that he wore under his baby blue Letterman jacket that I clutched my hands on.

"Y/n.. I want you to know that this wont be just one sided anymore alright I'll love even harder than before! Better then ever! I'll love you just like you have.."

Extra Notes: Gosh this was so cheesy! But if you have any requests! Please feel free to message me or give a request Via inbox!

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implodingvolcanoes · 6 years

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A Father’s Struggle

This is a Legend of Korra fanfiction written for the incredible @threehoursfromtroy! Thank you for your thoughtful, outstanding contributions to this fandom, and I hope you feel better soon. And thank you, @thewillowtree3 for organizing this.

The fic is really two separate stories grafted on top of each other (hence the tense switch halfway through.) Also the keep reading cut doesn’t work on mobile, not sure why.

Tonraq opened the front door and squinted into the howling storm.

“She should’ve been back two hours ago,” he muttered. The warrior turned and strode over to the fire. He fed it a piece of wood, lips pursed, and paced around the living room.

Senna was never late.

Hail pelted the door and hammered the walls. Tonraq’s throat constricted. What if she was lost? What if the storm had blown her hat off, and his wife was shivering out in the tundra somewhere, her face turning blue—

“Da-da!” Korra shuffled into the room, rubbing her eyes. The three-year-old let out a huge yawn, her shirt riding up over an ample brown belly. She looked around the room, frowning. “Mommy?”

Tonraq scooped up his only child and sat in front of the fire. “Mommy’s getting more wood. She’ll be back soon.”

Korra rocked back and forth in his lap. “We pengin.”

Tonraq sighed. He had promised to take her penguin sledding, but this storm had come out of nowhere. “I know, sweetheart. We just can’t go out right now. When the weather calms down, we’ll go on the best penguin sledding trip ever. OK?”

She leaped out of his lap and huffed. “You said. I nap!”

Oh, no. Her nap had lasted a full two hours; in his worry, Tonraq had forgotten to wake her. Now Korra wasn’t going to sleep at all tonight, and she was well-rested for her inevitable tantrum. Wonderful.

The warrior held out his hands. Of course his daughter had inherited his own stubborn temper. “We can’t go outside, Korra. I’m sorry.”

Korra stamped over to the fire, her little figure black against it. “Aang did!”

Tonraq frowned. Avatar Aang had gone penguin sledding? At the South Pole? He wracked his brain but couldn’t come up with the story she was talking about. Senna probably had told her at some point.

She spun around to face Tonraq. “You said!” Korra jabbed a finger at his face—and a stream of yellow fire shot towards him.

Tonraq reflexively punched right, drawing water from a nearby pot. The water blocked most of the blast, but Tonraq’s face still seared from the heat. As the yellow glow faded, his heart sped up. Fire? Was he dreaming?

Tonraq stepped around the puddle of water, gingerly touching his face. Korra held her arms away from her sides. She looked up at him and backed away.

“Da-da hurt!” Korra slid along the wall and ran into her room.

“Korra!” Tonraq ran to follow her when the front door opened and Senna stumbled inside, pink-cheeked, a bundle of wood under her arm. Tonraq spun around and ran towards her.

“Senna!” Tonraq relieved his wife of the wood, brushed snow from her coat, and led her to the fireplace. She sat down heavily and exhaled.

“Are you alright? I was so scared you were lost,” he breathed. The wind howled at the door.

Senna leaned into his shoulder. “I’m fine, I just had to camp out for a bit once the winds became too much to walk through.”

Tonraq sat beside her and rubbed some warmth into her shoulders. He glanced at Korra’s door. Tonraq had learned the hard way that his daughter didn’t like others around when she was upset; he should let her cool down before trying to console her.

He stared at the crackling fire, which was darker than the flames Korra had jabbed at him. That was a powerful fire blast--his water punch had been barely large enough to block it, and the heat had hurt him through the liquid.

“Why is the floor all wet?”

“It’s...umm,” Tonraq ran a hand through his hair, “it’s, because, well—Korra’s a firebender.” The words felt surreal rolling off his tongue.

Senna’s eyebrows flew into her hairline. A piece of snow fell off her sleeve. “Come again?”

“She was worried about you and mad that I couldn’t take her penguin sledding. She got angry and shot a fireball at me. It happened right before you walked in.”

Senna shot up in her seat. “She bent fire at you? Are you hurt?” She scanned his face. Her fingers hovered over his slightly burnt nose and cheek.

“You need a healer, or at least some water.” The housewife walked to the water bucket; Tonraq followed her. Now might be a good time to check on Korra.

“Why didn’t you take care of this before?” Senna demanded, plastering a wet rag onto his cheek.

“It all happened so fast, I couldn’t even think,” Tonraq mumbled, holding the cloth. “Besides, it’s not that bad of a burn. We can grab a healer after the storm stops and Korra’s okay.”

Senna nodded reluctantly, sat back by the fireplace, and passed a hand over her eyes. “How could she have—? None of your relatives...?”

“I’m Northern Water Tribe through and through.”

She stared at him. “All my ancestors were from the South Pole.”

He knew that. He also knew that Korra was Senna’s baby. There was only one other explanation, but it stuck in Tonraq’s throat. He saw in Senna’s eyes that she knew what he was thinking.

“I would never, ever cheat on you, Tonraq.”

He reached for her shoulder. “I know, sweetie.”

She swiped his hand away. “Then why even entertain the idea?”

Stony silence. The wind roared outside their large igloo. The fire crackled in defiance.

Tonraq got up and paced the length of the room. His heart beat painfully. Korra had never shown any signs of waterbending. All fantasies Tonraq had of teaching her water-punching or igloo-building swirled away. If Korra had been a non-bender, he could at least teach her how to fight. But their daughter was a firebender, and Tonraq didn’t know anything about using fire.

“Maybe it’s a mutation,” Senna finally suggested.

“Hmm.” Tonraq stared into the fire. “I don’t think that happens, though.”

“How are we going to train her? What will the other villagers say?”

Before Tonraq could even consider the last question, Korra’s door burst open and a pudgy blur crashed into Senna.

“Mommy!” The three-year-old’s eyes were wide. “Wind got you!”

Senna scooped the girl into her lap. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” Senna murmured. Korra snuggled into her mother’s frame and stared at Tonraq.

“Da-da hurt.”

His heart twinged at her guilty face. “It’s okay, you didn’t hurt me.” The warrior sat down and held out his hands to the toddler. “See? Daddy’s alright.”

Korra squinted at him and poked his cloth-covered cheek. Tonraq tried and failed to avoid wincing.

“Korra, sweetheart, don’t touch that,” Senna ordered, pulling her away. But Tonraq let the rag fall. Korra’s lip trembled.

“Tonraq!” Sennna admonished. “Why traumatize her?”

“She’s confused,” the warrior muttered, “and besides, sooner or later she’ll see the burn.” Plus, his daughter always seemed like a tough kid.

To Tonraq’s surprise, she didn’t cry. Korra whimpered and wriggled out of her mother’s lap, crawling onto Tonraq instead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Sorry, Da-da,” Korra wailed, “Pengin sledding.”

Tonraq held his child close and kissed her head. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured.

She pulled away and glared at him. “No!” She reached out for his burned face, and the water from his discarded rag rose to coat her hand. Senna gasped in front of him. The toddler touched his cheek, and the water glowed. His angry skin cooled and relaxed. Tonraq closed his eyes in relief.

Korra slid her hand across his nose, calming the burn, and Tonraq’s eyes snapped open.

She’s healing me.

Her hand dropped. Tonraq touched his face; his burn was completely gone. He nearly fell into the fire. The warrior locked eyes with his wife, who was staring at their daughter as if she had descended from the Spirit World.

“Da-da hurt?” Her fierce blue eyes flickered with something Tonraq had seen once before, as though there were other people looking at him through Korra’s eyes.

He regained his voice. “Daddy’s doing fine,” he squeaked. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

A snort of laughter. “You should see your face, Tonraq,” Senna laughed, “it’s priceless.” Her eyes returned to their daughter and became serious.

He grumbled and buried his face in Korra’s hair. His heart was thumping again.

“You’re the Avatar,” Tonraq whispered.

His kid.

Was the Avatar.

What was he going to do?

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Twenty years later, and Tonraq still remembered that day like it was yesterday: the wind beating at their door, the burst of heat searing his face, Korra’s horror. His horror.

Of course, none of their lives were the same after that. They managed to hide Korra’s firebending, and later her earthbending, for a few years. But all it took was one backyard accident for the White Lotus to invade their little South Pole village like polar bear dogs tracking a scent, to imprison his daughter in an icy fortress.

Once she released herself into the world, he tracked her progress through what few newspapers made their way to their edge of the world. At first, Korra was all power with no finesse, pride with little humility. She made nearly all the same mistakes Tonraq himself did, really. Just on a larger scale. Sneaking into pro-bending championships, challenging that councilman to a duel, probably pushing poor Tenzin to his breaking point over and over.

He and Senna changed. His wife withdrew, throwing herself into the daily management of their house, packed as it often was with villagers ironing out one dispute or another. Tonraq ruled their village and kept his struggles to himself.

All his life, Tonraq had been bound by tradition. Carry on the family name. Study to become king, a great warrior, brave and level-headed. He always was good at the former, the latter not so much. Tonraq always fit into the heavyhanded customs of the North, all elaborate palaces and ritualistic coming-of-age ceremonies. His own transition into adulthood had involved him killing a seal and dressing it in all the paraphernalia befitting the first official solo kill of the future king. When idiot Unalaq drove him out of his home by using Tonraq’s foolish mistakes against himself, Tonraq tried to relax. Things were calmer, more democratic in the South, and he did his best to accommodate this new way of life. He still held Council in his house, but it was more egalitarian, less rigid. But he always tried to stick to some of what he knew, tried to import some Northern customs here.

And now, his daughter was bound by a different tradition. But the White Lotus had barely bothered to educate him and Senna on what to expect, what to do, how to prepare for their daughter’s inevitable transformation into a living legend. Sure, they threw out some vague appeals to keeping the world in balance, mediating conflicts, spiritual harmony, blah blah. But it wasn’t anything Tonraq could touch or see, anything he could help with. His inability to influence his daughter’s life, to teach her that maybe honoring tradition could be helpful in times of conflict, frustrated him to no end. And Tonraq knew that whatever Avatar teachings she had been given actually helped. After all, unlocking airbending to defeat that Amon character required some sort of spiritual freedom, right? Wasn’t that what Tenzin was always preaching?

He had tried, when Korra came home periodically, to offer her some guidance. Told her to listen to Tenzin, to the White Lotus, to whatever traditions had been laid out before her. But Korra rebuffed his advice, repeatedly, and he worried. But even without his help, his girl transformed into someone incredible. She defeated his brother, brought back the airbenders, helped end Kuvira’s tyranny. All in a few short years.

And now he finds himself seated across the table from one Asami Sato.

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“These seaweed noodles are excellent, Senna,” the heiress offers, flashing his wife a slightly nervous smile. With her expensive-looking coat draped over the back of one of their rough wooden chairs and her posture a bit too rigid, Miss Sato looks sorely out of place.

“Thank you, dear,” Senna returns. “They’re Korra’s favorite.”

“Mmm-hmm,” his daughter mumbles, her cheeks bulging. Korra swallows. “S’all good stuff.”

Tonraq manages to smile at Korra. He can’t ignore how happy she looks, practically glowing. Especially when she looks at Asami. Something in his stomach churns.

Miss Sato glances at him, and her lipsticked smile falters. Tonraq can’t help but stare her down, this woman who stole his daughter’s heart. Years ago, apparently. Of course he’s heard of Asami Sato, head of Future Industries, daughter of the notorious Equalist CEO. But to see her in person, dating his daughter, Tonraq doesn’t know what to do with himself. The steam rising from his bowl suddenly feels like his daughter’s first fire punch--a sudden wave of heat, some life-changing revelation he doesn’t want.

Tonraq manages to slurp down the rest of his food and make clipped small talk, the gentle fire in the hearth doing little to ease the tension in his face. Korra, to her credit, doesn’t blow up at him, although judging from her eyes, she knows he is upset. He excuses himelf as soon as he is able and steals out the back door.

The air outside of their igloo is so bitterly cold, he almost freezes onto the snow. Tonraq takes a few deep breaths, welcomes the sting.

His daughter is in love with a woman. It’s obvious. Her hand, steady and sure on the heiress’s back. The way his baby looks at her. His daughter taking for granted that they would be okay with it. That he would be okay with it.

Same-sex relationships were never discussed in his house. Or on the smooth streets of the Northern capital, or at school. Anywhere, really. The topic never crossed his mind, except for faint memories of his distant cousin, gradually pushed out of the family by rumors that he had eloped with a man from one of the nearby villages. Tonraq had been around fifteen at the time when he overheard his parents muttering about the scandal of it all. At the time, of course, he had thought little of it. His cousin was just another one of those things best forgotten.

The smooth crashes of the ocean pull Tonraq out of his thoughts. He’s walked all the way to one of the cliffs overlooking the bay. Far away, a buoy bobs up and down against the moonlight.

Footsteps crunching in the snow. He knows who it is without turning around.

“It’s pretty cold,” his daughter mutters, burrowing deeper into her coat. Tonraq instinctively wraps an arm around her, but Korra shakes him off and walks to the edge of the cliff, her strong silhouette black against the moon.

“What happened to that Mako boy? He seemed nice enough.”

Her shoulders stiffen. That was not his best opener.

“We didn’t work out. You know that.”

“I know, but…”

Korra turns. “But what, dad?”

His voice falters. But what indeed?

“I didn’t--I just don’t want things to be hard for you.” After all, he can’t forget the way Korra reached up to touch his face after fighting Zaheer, struggling so hard against that damn poison.

Korra huffs, a puff of white. “No, dad. You don’t want things to be hard for you.”

Their conversations have always been like this: short and to the point. Feelings were never his or Korra’s strong suit. But he has to try, or he has a feeling that this night will end terribly. Tonraq sits on the snow, and after a brief hesitation, Korra follows suit.

He can’t bear to look at her. He stares out at the black ocean, and so does she. The space between them is hard like ice. Their breaths mingle with the rush of the waves.

“This is just hard for me, you being with her,” Tonraq starts. “I’ve never...you’ve always been so sure, and I’ve always been stumbling after you. Every new thing is something new for me, and something already okay with you.”

Korra opens her mouth, but he keeps going. “Moving to the city, finding your own way as the Avatar. Becoming a pro-bender.” His mouth quirks upward, despite himself. “You’ve always been so quick to do things your own way. You don’t stop and think about what other people might think, how they might do it.”

“How people want me to do things.” The edge is back in Korra’s voice. “You’ve always wished you could go back to the North and do things ‘right.’ If I had done everything the way people wanted me to, I wouldn’t have left that compound until now!”

That stings. “I never wanted you in that compound.”

She sighs and looks at him. He can’t see her expression, but he can picture it. “I know, dad,” Korra continues, a bit softer. “But, I mean, listening to Tenzin and not being with Asami are--they’re hardly the same thing. You just want me to do one thing ‘right’ so that you can feel like a good ruler or something, I don’t know.”

“I do not want to feel like a good ruler!” Tonraq’s fists clench, despite his best efforts. “I just know that sometimes things are easier when there’s a path laid out for you. And I am incredibly proud of you,” he adds, “and everything you’ve done. How can I not be?”

Korra mirrors his growing temper by standing abruptly. “I’ve done well enough without a ‘path laid out for me.’ And anyway, my entire life is basically laid out for me--I do have Avatar duties, you know. I don’t spend all my time on vacation in the Spirit World. And I do all my duties just fine, even if people don’t always agree with how I do them!”

Her voice is far too loud for the still night. Korra turns away.

“I’ve got to get back to the house,” she says, and walks away from him. Tonraq struggles to his feet and catches up to her, placing a hand on her strong shoulder. She shrugs him off.

“Korra,” he tries, but his daughter doesn’t pause.

“I know you have your whole life basically planned out for you. I did, too, you know.”

She slows slightly.

“As the prince, my future was dictated to me since the day I was born. And I clung to that, partly because it was comfortable and partly because I didn’t know what else to do.” Tonraq takes a deep breath. “And after--after your mother and I realized what you were, I tried to fall back to some sense of tradition, some guidance. Someone to tell me how to help you.”

He’s stopped completely, almost at the house, and she has too. “I thought that pushing Tenzin to help you, giving you advice--it would help, somehow,” he mutters, digging into the snow with his boot. “I just didn’t want you to feel lost like I did, moving out here with your mother.”

Korra takes a deep breath. “I know you’re just trying to help, and honestly,” she turns to him, “I know what it feels like to be lost.” Her voice falters, and Tonraq sees her in her wheelchair, staring at nothing. He shivers. “But I--I really like Asami, dad. I want to be with her.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I just need some time.”

“We’ll be leaving for the city soon, so you’ll have a lot of time,” Korra replies. “And I do listen to other people, you know, occasionally. When they say something helpful.”

Senna is waving at them angrily, Asami standing awkwardly next to her. Reluctantly, the two of them start walking again. His butt is soaked from sitting on the cliff.

Tonraq looks over at his daughter, half illuminated by the house lights, as unwavering in her convictions as she’s ever been. “I might not always agree with how you handle everything thrown your way, but I am still so proud of you,” he offers.

“Thanks, dad,” Korra mumbles.

They reach the house and Senna shoos them into the living room, glaring at him. “Where have you been,” she demands, “just walking off like that?”

Tonraq pulls off his boots and sinks into a chair. “Dad and I were talking,” Korra starts, “and we’ve...made up, I think.” She glances at him.

Tonraq nods and turns to the Sato girl--to Asami. “I’m sorry for walking off,” he offers, “I needed some time to process everything.”

Asami smiles fondly. “Korra’s the same way. Always led by emotion.” Her green eyes widen. “Not that, I mean, you have a temper or anything--”

Tonraq laughs. “No, no, you’re right. She is a bit hotheaded,” he says. Korra huffs behind him.

He clears his throat. “Take care of each other, please. The Avatar can never have too many people looking out for them, right?”

If the heiress is thrown by his sudden effort, she doesn’t show it. “Of course.”

Korra leaps up. “Well we’d better go, mom, dad. The city is waiting for us.” She leads Asami to get their coats, and Senna follows Tonraq to the door, used to their daughter’s abruptness.

“Thank you for everything,” Asami says, looking slightly relieved. At leaving or at Tonraq’s sudden effort to approve of the pair, he isn’t sure.

Senna and him bid them well and help the two onto their giant sky bison, along with plenty of leftovers. Tonraq watches them go until the bison is a white speck in the sky. He can feel Senna’s raised eyebrow before he sees it.

“I just need some time,” Tonraq mutters apologetically. To his surprise, Senna hugs him.

“I know,” she breathes. “But I think Asami will be good for Korra.”

“I hope so,” Tonraq says. If her composure and apparent talent is anything to go by, he knows their daughter is in good hands. And if Korra trusts herself to do her Avatar duties her own way, then she can be with a woman, if she wants. And maybe it’s time for Tonraq to trust her, too.

#tlok #the legend of korra #korrasami #shannonigans #lok

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loudlytransparenttrash · 6 years

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This Week Within Our Colleges: Part 18

Texas State University student, Rudy Martinez, is doubling down and defending his campus newspaper article ‘Your DNA is an abomination,’ which he argues “white death will be liberation for all,” and tells white people to “accept their death as the first step toward defining themselves as something other than the oppressor.” He goes on to write in his piece, “I hate you because you shouldn’t exist” and “there are only about a dozen white people” he would “consider decent.” He also claims white people have the luxury of always coming home safely and never being nervous when confronted by police officers, hence ‘white privilege.’ Although the article was condemned by the student body president, calling it “blatant racism,” Martinez sees it differently. Citing the left’s dumb, manipulated version of racism which “can only be from a position of power,’ Martinez claims he is proud of his stance against the bad white people.

SIT Graduate Institute have released a paper which encourages educators to promote “racial identity” among minority students to prevent “assimilation into the dominant culture.” The author, Hadiel Mohamed, says she “aims to answer how educators can incorporate ethnic/racial identity development in the classroom for youth of color who are driven to pursue whiteness.” “Our education system has been used as an oppressive tool for people of color.” Mohamed contends. “We see the preservation of whiteness through immigration laws. There has been a deliberate attempt at preserving the white race within the United States by racializing our borders.” She worries her fellow POC will “adapt, conform and assimilate to whiteness" and become just as complicit in all of this oppression. To avoid this, she encourages educators to help them become hyper aware of their own racial identity and develop a sense of ethnic pride early enough in the classroom before they can “conceptualize the ways expected to assimilate within white society.” How does she plan to teach these kids to be proud of their ethnicity and refuse whiteness? Lessons on the “injustices enacted upon people of color,” of course!

A University of Colorado, Denver administrator worries that white children may “forfeit their humanity” if they aren’t raised by sufficiently woke parents. She argues that parents should employ “critical race parenting” to prevent white children from committing “racial microaggressions” against their peers. She goes on to suggest that white people are “constantly wielding racial microaggressions,” and that over time these microaggressions can cause “racial battle fatigue,” noting that children of color are especially susceptible to this horror. White children, on the other hand, are especially prone to committing racial microaggressions because they “learn a complicated dance of whiteness” that teaches them not only to “maintain and defend whiteness,” but to do so while claiming to be “colorblind.” “When they learn to love their whiteness, their souls waste away as they are quietly tearing themselves from humanity and real love,” she writes. “Can we instead begin at the core with our white children and work to ward off white identity and whiteness before they succumb and forfeit their humanity in order to join the oppressor?”

University of Wisconsin-Madison is once again offering their charming course, ‘Problem of Whiteness.’ The African Cultural Studies course seeks to teach students to “understand how whiteness is constructed and experienced in order to dismantle white supremacy,” according to the online description. The professor teaching this course just so happens to be a white guy, and says it’s important to explore whiteness because “the problem of racism is the problem of whites being racist towards blacks.”

The same professor also chaired a panel discussion with the same name as his course, ‘Problem of Whiteness,’ which involved another white professor from the Florida Atlantic University, who encouraged the scholars in the audience to spend more time listening to their white, male conservative students. He goes on to argue the reason professors need to be more open-minded towards them isn’t because it’s the fair and right thing to do, but because if they don’t, it will lead these young white men to become anti-feminist and white nationalists which then leads to “the radical militarization of white men that we’ve seen time and time again, all too recently materialize in mass shootings.” The professor goes on to explain how discussions on whiteness “lets white students come to grips with their racist inheritance” and “allows students of color to talk about alternatives to a white supremacist society.”

University of Michigan held a two-day training session that aimed to encourage white employees to deal with their “whiteness” so they could become better equipped to fight for social justice causes. Participants who took part in the “Conversations on Whiteness” session were taught to “unpack their whiteness” in order for them to “recognize the difficulties they face when talking about social justice issues related to their white identity, explore this discomfort, and devise ways to work through it.”

Two New England professors have urged their colleagues to cultivate a “space free from microaggressions” by adopting a “social justice agenda” in class. Their first recommendation for professors involves requiring students to wear “name cards with gender pronouns” to avoid instant microaggressions on the first day. Their second brilliant idea is to quickly stop any conversation from turning into a debate as that allows “one student to be wrong and one to be right,” and that’s a microaggression. “Dialogue, not debate,” you see? To prevent conversation from turning into a debate, the professors suggest asking the individual pressing the other to “move out” of the discussion, which is a disabled-friendly way of saying “step out,” avoiding another microaggression, you see! They conclude by expressing hope that their recommendations will help to create an “anti-oppressive arena for learning,” declaring social justice essential to education.

University of Southern Indiana is the latest school to embrace the left’s tragically regressive push for us to go back in time and see nothing but a person’s skin color when we look at them. Students are being encouraged to “reject colorblindness,” as it’s today racist and microaggressive against racial minorities when white people say, “I don’t see color when I look at people.” A “good ally” instead identifies and “acknowledges the oppressed and disadvantaged group to which the person belongs,” and then behave accordingly around them in order to “reduce their own complicity or collusion in the oppression” of that group.

San Diego State University held a bizarre workshop which certain students were required to attend as part of their class. Organizers described the experience as “shocking” and “disturbing” but it’s all to help the students “step outside their comfort zone and into the shoes of those who are struggling with oppressive circumstances.” Students were walked through a darkened room where they were met by campus leaders acting out a series of horror scenarios non-white people supposedly find themselves in every day. The students were screamed at and told to face the wall before listing a bunch of minorities “they” have gone after. They were then confronted with “ICE agents” breaking into a home and stealing family members, while another scene acted out Nazis. The performance then showed a girl “having a problem” with her new roommate because she’s “a little too foreign.” The students were then taken into a room and debriefed by professors about how these totally realistic plays made them feel and what they should change about themselves to better combat this oppression. “It is our sincere hope that by exposing students to the oppressive systems in society they’ll take a look at how we all participate in these systems and hopefully commit to changing oppressive patterns and behaviors,” the professor says.

Reed College finance office was shut down for three days after a group of students from the ‘Reedies Against Racism’ group forced their way in and refused to leave, blocking the employees and harassing them with demands. They ordered the school to sever its ties with a bank whom they claim is funding the “mass incarceration of POC.” During planning for the protest, white members of the group were designated jobs listed on the ‘Whitey Tasks” which "did not require POC approval,” such as printing labels and carrying objects, while POC in charge dealt with the more serious stuff. The same group have also protested against the school’s Western Civilization course, demanding for it to be “reformed” and taught through the lens of oppression.

Two University of Northern Iowa professors have blasted the prevalence of "white civility" in college classrooms, saying that civil behavior reinforces "white racial power." This civility can reinforce white privilege, the professors argue, and it can even “reproduce white racial power.” To prove their point, they interviewed ten white students and asked them what civil behavior means to them. Those who mentioned “treating everyone equally" were accused of erasing the identity of POC and reinforcing whiteness. The students also became guilty of white privilege if they admitted they spoke to students of color nicely and politely when discussing race. To fight this, the professors suggest that college professors intervene, saying “it is important instructors ensure their classrooms are spaces that challenge, rather than perpetuate, whiteness and white civility.”

University of Rhode Island professors have come up with a way of helping the school’s non-white students deal with all the “racial microaggressions” they’re confronted with daily on campus. Professor Annemarie Vaccaro, the same person who came up with the term “invisibility microagressions” - which is when a ‘person of color’ “feels invisible” around white people - explains the only way these poor, victimized bastards can cope with all of this microaggression is to provide them with extensive therapy and counseling. Providing therapy to a bunch of people who have been misled into believing every slight and moment of discomfort is a coordinated attack against them? Instead of just reminding them they’re perfectly free and capable adults who are in control of their own damn lives? Sounds a lot like feminism.

University of Wisconsin-Madison social justice student group were outraged to discover the school’s football team and band spent a night in a Trump hotel during their Orange Bowl appearance. The group released a statement stating they are “disappointed” and “concerned” with this “massive violation.” “College football makes its profits off the work and talents of people of color. It is absolutely disgusting the very same people of color are being rewarded with a stay in accommodation owned by a man who is one of the biggest oppressors of people of color in this country.” They then go on to accuse Trump of more racism, “questionable working conditions” and “human rights violations” and demand the school to never stay at a Trump hotel EVER again. There’s only one problem - the retards didn’t realize Orange Bowl’s contract with the Trump hotel was set four years ago, and according to Orange Bowl vice president, the hotel not only meets their standards and requirements but exceeds them.

Professors in New York have united to sign a letter calling for New York City to remove monuments of Theodore Roosevelt and Christopher Columbus, saying the statues of the historical figures represent “white supremacy.” “For too long, they have generated harm and offense as expressions of white supremacy,” the professors say in their petition to the mayor and city commissioners. “The monuments are a stark embodiment of white supremacy, and are an especial source of hurt to black and indigenous people among them.” They go on to call for a “bold statement” to be made in removing the statues, declaring such a move would show the world that “racism won’t be celebrated in New York City.”

Ohio State held an event named “Managing the Trauma of Race,” which aimed to teach black students strategies for “self care and activism” and how to “mitigate the trauma the African American community faces from individual, systemic and institutional racism.” The school’s Multicultural Center website states that black Americans are “bombarded” with racism and that it “leads individuals to experience trauma on a daily basis.” What’s traumatizing here is teaching young Americans everything in life is either racist or microaggressive and their lives are a predetermined dead-end designed by white people.

The University of Washington professor who invented the concept 'white fragility’ has quit her job to travel the country giving seminars on ‘white fragility.’ These seminars begin with Robin DiAngelo, who just so happens to be a white woman, telling the white people in the audience to stand and walk on stage. The white people are then required to read from a projection screen, each taking turns admitting their sins, such as “internalized superiority” and “racial privilege.” When they’re finished reading, DiAngelo tells the audience to “not clap” for the white people as they return to their seats. Question-and-answer sessions are also permitted from her seminars - I’m not surprised.

UC Santa Barbara is currently dealing with one helluva internal catfight. An employee popular with trans student activists was dismissed from her position in the school’s Sexual and Gender Diversity center. What was the response from the students? Angry protests and accusations of the Sexual and Gender Diversity center “perpetuating violence against queer, transgender people and marginalized communities” and “perpetuating the systems of white supremacy,” of course! The activist students listed a set of demands during their protests, which included a new building for the center, a doubling of the center’s program budget and extra funding for the school’s queer and trans health advocate. Along with a “trans taskforce advocacy coordinator” (whatever the hell that is) they also demanded for the employee to be reinstated while demanding the center’s director and assistant dean to resign. What was the administration’s response? Heartfelt apologies and total compliance to the demands, of course!

Cal State San Marcos held an event called “Whiteness Forum,” detailing the many different ways in which “whiteness” in America oppresses people of color and society. Guests were welcomed with a large banner reading the “Whiteness Forum is about reflecting on white privilege and racism.” Several anti-Trump displays were also set up around the room. The forum kicked off with some slam poetry performed by students in the “Communication of Whiteness” class who took the opportunity to express their frustration with whiteness. One of the performers, a black female student, called Africa “the greatest country in the world” and went on to claim, “On a daily basis I am seen as a threat, but you get a pass because you’re white.” Another student offered similar sentiments in their “poetry”: “Whiteness thrives on the hate of everyone. Every day is a day to challenge whiteness.” After the performances, the professor in charge of the event encouraged the crowd to interact with her students and learn about the “white supremacy” in all its forms embedded across the country.

Evergreen State College has a new section in its student newspaper dedicated strictly to non-white students in an effort to provide a “place where POC can be us without it being overshadowed by the dark cloud that is living under white supremacy.” They gave an inspiring introduction, encouraging only POC who are united by fear of Nazis and police to get on board with submissions, before footnoting the popular, “Dear white people“ routine, explaining how having a problem with the bizarre concept of white fragility is actually evidence of white fragility, and how embarrassing it is when white people say “we need to view people through a color-blind lens.”

University of Minnesota community members were handed a memo from their Office of Equal Opportunity and Affirmative Action to warn against creating a hostile environment for students who could be offended by the joy of Christmas - I think we all know who they’re talking about here. Items the document describes as “not appropriate,” include bows, bells, Santa Claus, Christmas trees, wrapped gifts, the star of Bethlehem, angels and doves. Also included were decorations in red and green or blue and white themed colors. State University of New York, Brockport issued similar guidances, banning “culturally sensitive holiday decorations.” Life University sponsored a decorating contest, but the decorations were ordered to be “inclusive to other cultures and religions.” University of California, Irvine encouraged everyone to celebrate the winter season rather than the Christmas holiday itself while. Many other institutions omitted the word “Christmas.” University of Alabama’s student newspaper accused Trump of being a Christian bigot for returning a nativity scene to the White House.

#college

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crzcorgi · 7 years

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Tattoo

Part of a new AU series - Keep Calm and Love

Negan x reader (y/n - your name)

You need a job. He needs a new artist. You both need each other. But will it work?

2600 words

Warnings- Sexy aesthetic, Negan language, unprotected sex, hopefully not too tame for Negan Smut Week!

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Reader’s POV

I was an artist, and least that's what I liked to believe I was. I started drawing at an early age, progressed to painting, eventually getting a degree in it. So why was I taking my friend’s advice and applying to work at a tattoo parlor?!

“It's perfect y/n! It's art, it's fun, it pays, real money, which you desperately need!” She sounded so enthusiastic, it almost rubbed off on me. Almost.

“Natalie, I don't know about this. Aren't most tattoo artists wild? I mean, look at me!”

“And that is why we are going shopping before your interview. Plaid skirt with a sweater doesn't scream tattoo artist.”

After a traumatic shopping experience. Ugh I am NEVER letting Natalie take me clothes shopping AGAIN! I was now home trying on my new outfits.

“It's perfect y/n! I was wearing black skinny jeans, a Ramones tee and my own combat boots.

“Can I at least wear a sweater, I'm cold!”

“This one would be fine.”

I laughed. “Natalie, that's old and ratty, really?!”

“Yes, really, now get going or you'll be late!” She shoved me out the door, yelling good luck and try not to be too nerdy. Gee, thanks!

I arrived at Captain Morgan’s tattoo shop with time to spare, so I sat in my car giving myself a pep talk. You can do this y/n. Ugh.

I exited my car, heading right into the shop.

“Can I help you?” A very pretty young blonde greeted me.

“Uh, I'm y/n y/l/n, I'm here for a job interview.

“Oh, yes, just a second please.” She stepped out into the back rooms, so I started l glancing around at the tattoo artwork on the walls. There was the usual hearts, flowers, birds and tigers. But many had their own spin on them.

I stopped at one gorgeous lotus blossom. “Wow, breathtaking.”

“Yeah, you fucking think so? Thanks doll.”

I swung around to see the face to match the gruff voice. He was every bit of what I expected, tee-shirt, jeans, boots, and many tattoos. I knew he was older, but lord, was he attractive, very much so. Stop drooling y/n!

“It's gorgeous, is it your’s?”

“Every fucking one on these walls are mine. You're here for the interview? Have you got a portfolio?”

“Yes, I am here for the interview, but I don't have a portfolio. I just got my degree from the Maine College of Art, first in my class.”

“While that is pretty fucking impressive doll, how am I supposed to know whether to hire you or not, without knowing if you have any fucking talent? There is quite a difference between traditional art and tattoo art”

He came up right to me, his face just a foot from mine. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of brown, hazel? I was beyond nervous I hadn't even thought of a portfolio for this, shit, I better come up with something quick.

“How about I draw something for you right now?”

He looked like he was thinking about it. “Hmm, I guess that might fucking work.” Suddenly, he grabbed my arm. “Who did this?” He was running his fingers over my butterfly tattoo I had on my forearm.

“Oh, that.” His touch was causing goosebumps to break out on both of my arms. Jesus, I need to get laid if just having him touch my arm is causing such a reaction. “My friend’s father used to run a place a few towns over.”

“Hmm, interesting. Follow me.” He dropped my arm, turning and heading out back.

He led me out into one of the rooms. “Sit at the desk doll, I'll grab some pens.”

I sat down, spinning around on the stool, checking out the equipment. Well, his language sure is colorful. I laughed out loud. And shit, why is he affecting me this way? Get a fucking grip girl. I laughed, not realizing just how loud.

“Something funny doll?”

“Uh, no, sorry, just thinking of something funny my friend said earlier.”

“Well, okay, here you go darling, pens, pencils, whichever the fuck you prefer.” He laid the supplies down, leaning over me. Lord, help me.

“Now, I'm going to just pick something fucking out of the air.” He glanced around the room, looking at the photos and drawings on the walls. “OK, doll, I want you to draw a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, blood dripping from it, with a ring of flowers circling it.”

“Okay, that is certainly different, and very specific.” I laughed.

“Think you can do it?” Once again, he was very close, I could feel his breath on my neck. Ughhh.

“Sure, realistic or more abstract?” I squeaked out.

“Most people want their tats to be more abstract, colorful, put some of the art degree to work, doll. Make me something that will fucking knock my socks off.”

I began drawing. At first I thought he was going to stand behind me, making me very nervous. Luckily he got a phone call and had to excuse himself.

When I was finished, I walked out into the lobby area. He was sitting at the counter, the blonde gone.

“Finished, doll? That was fast.” He stood up walking around the counter to come closer to me. “Let me take a look.”

He turned, picking up a pair of glasses that were on the counter and put them on.

I should not stare. Look away y/n, he's going to think you're a freak. Just look away.

“This is good, real good sweetheart, I really like your style.”

“Really? Honest?”

He snickered, “yes, doll, really. If you want the job, it's yours, but only on one condition.”

“Oh, okay. And that would be?” Please don't be something bad!

“You have to let me take you out for dinner, you know, to fucking celebrate.”

Dinner? Dinner?! I was almost shaking, calm yourself y/n!

“Dinner would be great, and I would love the job, thank you!”

“No need to thank me, yet. I'll pick you up at 7, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, that's great.” I started towards the door, needing to get some fresh air.

“Uh, doll, I kinda need your address.” He was laughing and oh my god, he has dimples.

“Haahaa, oh yes, of course.” I wrote my address down, then turned to head out.

“So, see you at 7 sweetheart. No need to change.” He looked me up and down, making me simultaneously a touch uncomfortable and turned on.

“I'll be ready, and thanks.” I smiled at him, trying once again not to stare.

“Can't wait, and like I said before, no need to fucking thank me yet.” He licked his top lip and winked at me.

I walked outside, taking in a giant rush of fresh air. Oh boy, I am in trouble!

Negan’s POV

I knew I should be more fucking professional, but Jesus, she did something to me. She was gorgeous, sexy and fucking talented.

I could tell she felt something too. I wanted to make sure she did sense something, it's why I asked her out to dinner. I don't fucking force myself on a woman, but shit, if she didn't return the attraction I might have to convince her.

It has been a long time, too long, since I had felt something, anything, for someone. Yeah, I had plenty of one night stands, getting pussy was not a problem of mine. But fuck, even I got lonely, and no one, in a long time, has made me feel like what that girl did. And I only knew her for 60 fucking minutes. Could there be something there? I am fucking nuts.

I quickly stopped by my house to feed my pup, Bear. “Sorry bud, no walk tonight. Daddy's got a fucking date.”

I quickly changed my shirt into a cleaner tee, then headed into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I sighed. Jesus, why the fuck would I think she would want me? I'm old enough to be her father. Besides, she is probably already dating someone and is only going out with me because she fucking thinks she has to to get the job.

Goddamn if I don’t sound like a fucking teenager! Okay, enough talking shit about myself, I look great. I can get any pussy out there. I'm fucking Negan Morgan for shits sake!

I got on my bike, headed to y/n’s house. Starting up her front walk, I noticed she was sitting on her front porch.

“Eager for dinner, doll?”

“I haven't eaten all day, so yeah, I guess I am.” She laughed and fuck, if I didn't want to hear more of that.

“Well, come on, let's head out.”

She stepped off the porch, still dressed the same, except for a different jackets.

“Good choice doll” I took a hold of her arm, leading her to my bike.

“Nice bike, all black, sexy.” She put her hand on the tank, rubbing back and forth.

Hmmmmm, je-sus! I turned back to her so I could adjust myself.

“Here’s your helmet doll.” I helped put it on her, hooking the chin strap. Shit! Her skin is so soft. I have got to keep my hands to myself.

She looked at me with those big sweet doe eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

“Negan, doll. I'm not old enough to be Mr. Morgan.” I snickered.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you're old.” She looked down, embarrassed.

I couldn't help myself. Putting my hand under her chin, I lifted her face to look at me.

“No need to apologize sweetheart, it's OK, I'm just teasing you. Let's get on.”

I got on, then helped her up. I could tell she was hesitant to put her arms around me.

“No need to hesitate doll. I don't bite, usually.”

She wrapped her arms around me and goddamn if it didn't feel perfect. Shit, I was in trouble.

When we got to Harry’s, she got off first, I missed the feel of her arms already.

We took a seat towards the back and ordered., both of us ordering a burger and fries.

“I like a woman that eats real fucking food.”

“Well, I do enjoy a salad now and again, but in case you didn't notice, I like to eat. “ She giggled, glancing at my through her fucking perfect eyelashes.

“Not sure what you mean doll?”

“Mr., I mean, Negan, I'm not exactly skinny.”

“Let me tell you something sweetheart. I prefer to look at, talk to, something with substance.” I took ahold of her hands.

She stared up at me, I stared back. “You feel it to doll?”

“Mmhmm”

I stood up, never letting go of her hands. We walked over to the bar where I paid, making our way outside, fast.

I backed her up against the building, grasping her face. “Are you okay, with this?”

“Yes, I…never…”

“It's okay doll, I know.”

Reader’s POV

The kiss started out soft, sweet, like testing the waters. His tongue, begging for entrance, which I granted. It quickly became more heated, tongues dancing, tasting, intertwined. His hands moved down, grasping my ass. Mine went around his neck, playing with the curls.

When we came apart for a breathe, he spoke.

“We need to get out of here, now.” I soon felt what he meant, as he brushed his groin against me.

“Yes, please.” I gasped out.

I hardly remember the ride back, my head too full of what if’s, I shouldn't, but I quickly shut them down when we arrived back at my house and he picked me up. I had never felt so right, so at home, in someone's arms before.

He put me down when we got to my door so I could retrieve my key. But he held me from behind, kissing my neck, rubbing his hands all over my ass.

“God doll, I don't know what the fuck you've done to me. Shit.”

When we got inside, I had barely turned around and he was on me.

“Bedroom now doll.”

“Up the stairs, second door on the left.” Just as I answered him, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

He grabbed a hold of my ass, causing me to squeak.

“Goddamn doll, this ass is perfection. Mmhmm!”

We reached my room and I slid down off his shoulder. What the fuck am I doing? I never do this kind of thing, especially with my future boss!

He placed his arms around me. “You okay doll? Second guessing? Want me to leave? Although I don't know how fucking far I will get with this.” He smirked, grabbing at his crotch. “But I am nothing if not a fucking gentleman, I'll go if that's what you want.” He sat down, picking up one of my stuffed animals.

“No, don't go. It's just, I don't know. Is this okay?” I pointed to the two of us. “Not only have I never done this, but I've never felt what I'm feeling for anyone, especially this soon, this quick. Know what I mean?” I sat down next to him, grabbing my stuffie from him.

He laughed. “First off, if you're concerned about your job, don't be. I was fucking impressed by your work, very much so. As fucking attracted as I am to you, that is not why I hired you. It's not how I do business.” He leaned over, placing loose hair behind my ear, then kissing it. “And believe me, I am super fucking attracted to you doll.”

Throwing caution, and morals, to the wind, I got up and stood in front of him. I moved to straddle his legs, settling down on his lap. I grabbed his neck pulling his head closer, while leaning down.

We began kissing, the hard and hungry kind, nipping each other's lips, tongues. Coming up for air, I slipped my tee off, tossing behind me. Negan made an obscene sounding groan, which only spurred me on. I unhooked my bra, letting it fall between us.

“Holy shit doll! I didn't think you could become any more fucking beautiful. Those are certainly one glorious pair of tits, mmhmm!” He instantly latched onto one, twirling the neglected nipple in his fingers.

I began the groaning now. I started grinding into him, wanting, needing to feel more. I reached down, unzipping, unbuttoning his jeans, placing my hand inside and gasping out loud when I realized just how large he was.

He whispered in my ear, “Keep calm, dont worry baby, I'll fit just perfect.”

“Why don't you show me then.”

Everything became a blur of ripping off clothing, covers flying, skin on skin. And he was not lying, he fit perfectly, oh so fucking perfect.

“Negan…oh…god…”

He grunted, growled. “I know baby, I know. Come with me.”

And we did, screaming each others names and every deity known to man. I could feel every drop of his hot seed pulse into me. I could feel his muscles rippling, I could feel my own, tensing, releasing. Our skin, so damp, wet with sweat, clinging to each other. I felt like I could stay like this, forever.

Negan’s POV

We just laid there, her cuddled into me, so soft, so sweet smelling. Jesus, I could be like this forever.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. Not risking waking her up, I lightly began rubbing her back with one hand, the other stroking her face. She was absolutely breathtaking, every dream I had ever had, perfection.

“Negan?” She whispered.

“Yes, doll?”

“Stay?”

“I don't plan on going anywhere baby.”

She smiled, grasping onto me tightly, a sweet sigh escaping her lips.

I'm not going anywhere but where you are.

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shihozaki · 3 years

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Do you think you could do a MHA matchup for me?

Appearance:

I guess first of all, I’m non binary (they/them). I’m about 5’7, super pale, and have short brown hair and glasses. I’m on the heavier side and usually dress in some combination of a dark hoodie, ripped black jeans, and combat boots. I also have several piercings and eye bags so dark I look like I got punched in the face.

Personality:

I’m a Scorpio and an INTJ if that helps at all, very introverted, and very snarky. While I barely talk to anyone, people I do know have to endure a lot of sarcasm and teasing. This in combination with my monotonous voice and blunt manner of speaking tends to result in people struggling to tell if I’m joking. I’m tired all the time and have no problem with falling asleep in random places. I really struggle with trusting and connecting with other people, due in part to past bullying and abuse as well as just general disposition. I’ve got severe resting bitch face, which makes most people think I’m either depressed or really pissed off at them all the time (I’ve been told by several people that they thought I hated them). I don’t know how to deal with issues emotionally so every traumatic situation or tragedy ends up getting joked about excessively. My only two settings are 1. Melodramatic cynical nihilist discussing the futility of human existence and 2. Prankster that never grew out of children’s media. I only live out of spite and a desire to prove people wrong. My top kins are Aizawa, Max (Camp Camp), and Catra (SPOP).

Interests:

If it doesn’t involve physical activity, I’m in. For the normal hobbies, I read, sketch, and watch a lot of cartoons and horror films. I love music (although I’m completely tone deaf and can’t sing or play an instrument) especially indie, post hardcore, emo, and folk punk. Indie games (especially indie horror) are a guilty pleasure. My ideal date is ghost hunting in an abandoned building or hanging out in the forest. For more niche interests, I collect animal bones, own reptiles and have a stable isopod colony, and love talking about the Paleozoic.

(Romantically, I’m fine with any gender in a partner)

Thank you so much for waiting so patiently, it’s always nice to see another INTJ- I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing this :)

I pair you up with Mellisa Shield!

- Your quirk is Ghost whisperer! You have the power to see and talk to spirits of dead people, and you can borrow their quirk by letting them control your physical body (Your consciousness is also within the body at the same time. Think of it as 2 consciousnesses fusing together in 1 body). Most spirits are willing to lend you their quirks since they are very eager to step foot on earth again with a physical body (and you technically don’t even have to ask, since you have to power to fuse together whenever you want to) Furthermore, you can call your spirits whenever you want, wherever you are. There’s really no limit to this quirk, since your ghost friends can give you any information you’d like, since they are invisible to the naked eye.

- You met Mellisa when you visited I-island with your 1-A friends. You weren’t too keen on going outside and exploring the whole day, but you were interested in the new technology. Then you met Mellisa through Deku, who immediately became interested in you.

- You guys ended up going to her room and started hitting off immediately- which was rare for you. It was easy to open up to her kind nature- but you denied it at first. She gave you insights into her gadgets and she was inspired by your quirk. You were just mesmerized by her intelligence.

- She took you to the party too, which was almost enjoyable until the villain’s came to attack. You saved Mellisa in a dangerous situation, letting her heart beat faster than before

- After the villain incident at the expo, you tried your best to comfort the girl before leaving the I-island. Normally, leaving was a thing you loved to do, but for some reason letting Mellisa go was hard for you. Before you parted your ways, Mellisa asked if she could still talk to you, by asking for your number

- After that, you guys started talking. First it was by text. Simple ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ soon transitioned to late night calls and video chats. It was amazing how she opened up a new side of you- and how she was so happy to see you. You had many things in common with her, such as high intelligence and the desire for learning

- After confessing to each other, You guys agreed upon a long distance relationship, and ever since then you guys have been the most creative couple ever. Creating gadgets for quirks, sketching hero costumes… designing characters while watching horror films- and to your surprise, Mellisa is awfully good at watching scary things

- You guys visit each other as much as possible, going on dates and talking about the possibilities of the future. You love her so much, and she loves you even more- always knowing what each other needs

- Overall, it feels like destiny. You guys were meant to meet each other- and both of you are happy to call each other soulmates :)

Scenario: First time meeting!

“Are you alright? You seem tired.” Asked the blondie. It was a question you got too often- at least she was trying to help. “I’m fine.” You muttered, the words coming a bit more harshly then you had intended. ‘Please don’t be mean to the hot girl.’ You thought to yourself. The girl didn’t seem to mind at all. “Hmm, if you need any sleep, I’d be happy to lend you my room! There’s plenty of time before the party.” ‘There’s a party…?’ You sighed- parties weren't exactly your idea of a vacation. “I didn’t bring anything fancy for a party.” You replied. The girl grabbed your hand with a smile. “I’ll lend you something! You have to come to the party, it’s the highlight of the expo- come!” She started pulling you- and normally you would have told them to kindly fuck off- but something about her made you shut up. “Someone’s got a crush~” said a voice following you. Sometimes your quirk was a bother- since some spirits were very annoying. “Leave.” You ordered, intending it at the immature spirit. The blonde turned around. “Hmm?” You shook your head. “Not you- it’s my quirk. I can see… dead people.” You explained, slightly embarrassed that you had such a quirk. However, her response wasn’t something you were intuitive of. “That’s so interesting. Tell me more! How do you use them in a battle?” She asked. You were taken back for a moment by such a positive response to your quirk. “I can borrow their quirk by fusing them to my body… what’s your quirk?” You changed the subject to her, not knowing how to deal with the attention on you. “I don’t have one.” Oh. You stared. “With your intelligence, you don’t need a quirk.” You replied, attempting to give a compliment. She giggled, making you smile a bit. “I’m Mellisa Shield!” She extended her hand, and you took it. “I’m (Y/N).”

Perhaps the spirit was right. It might be a crush after all.

Song: The Space For This by Cynic!

I hope you liked it! I hoped you liked the quirk- please let me know what you thought about the work! Thank you for requesting, and I hope to see you again soon :)

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badlydrawnstuff · 7 years

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d-ho insults everyone the rp

Sheepy: Tadano: Oh, good to see you came. Sheepy: Dio: I'd like to inform you that you're not the boss of me anymore. Sheepy: Dio: I work as a bartender now amd that's ten times more important than whatever battle you want Tadpole and by extension me to fight in. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: That's a damn shame! I was handing out paychecks! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he throws the envelope at Dio like a ninja star* Heere's yours, you unwitting sack of grapes! Sheepy: Tadano: You can't quit. Sheepy: Dio: You two really want me that badly? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You haven't heard yet??? Sheepy: Tadano: You haven't paid me back the $50 you owe me. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Not that! Sheepy: Dio: What? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Open it, open it! *he sounds.. excited? that's weird.* Sheepy: Dio: *he opens it, looking concerned * Sheepy: Dio: Is it a notice that I'm going to die of an incurable, fatal illness in three days? Arsé-kun: *it's a paycheck!!! and a note* Sheepy: Dio: It's my grave money to pay Charon with. *he takes the note out to read it* Arsé-kun: *it's about being re-hired for Deep! Holy shit!* Sheepy: Dio: I'll make Deedee take my place while I'm gone. Sheepy: Dio: I'll be able to come up with new alcoholic drink ideas in Schwartzwelt! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: That's the spirit! Sheepy: Tadano: Schwartzwelt was a traumatic experience that'll never leave me for the rest of my days and gave me heart problems. Great! I can't wait! *he doesn't sound sarcastic....* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ... Welcome to the club. Sign up now, and get free PTSD along with your order. Sheepy: Dio: What's so concerning about it? Sheepy: Dio: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Sheepy: Tadano: And if it kills me? Sheepy: Dio: It stinks to be you. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Samerecarm! Sheepy: Tadano: Samerecarm doesn't work on humans... does it? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Does too! It just has a time constraint. Sheepy: Tadano: *he looks doubtful* Arsé-kun: *and now it's awkward* Sheepy: Tadano: Hmm... running into walls was fun. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You clumsy bastard, are you gonna drop into more pitfalls for your fetish, ho? Sheepy: Tadano: Fetish?! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Why else would you swan dive into those pitfalls, you crazhee fuck? Sheepy: Tadano: Because they're shortcuts! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: And I'm the ruler of fucking Jupiter! Sheepy: Dio: I watched him crab walk for a good twenty minutes, right in front of me. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: i suspect he's got more brain problems than heart problems! Sheepy: Dio: Like... every few seconds he'd pass by the entrance of where I was hanging out. I didn't have a contract with him yet. Eventually he came over and talked to me. Sheepy: Tadano: I was attracting demons so I could get stronger! Sheepy: Tadano: It's also much simpler to navigate places without changing direction... crab walking and walking backwards are very simple compared to having to face where I'm looking every time I walk. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: God forbid whee teach him to dodge roll. Sheepy: Tadano: The demonica has an automapper function so I can see where I'm going. Sheepy: Tadano: Besides... I get achievements for running into things! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Whoever installed that is fucking fired Sheepy: Tadano: I can't resist completing them all! Sheepy: Tadano: I only had a few missing when we left.... I'll never know what they were! Sheepy: Dio: Were you jumping into pitfalls and slamming into walls for achievements??? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Weirdo. Sheepy: Tadano: It's not weird! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: No, that's pretty weird, ho! Sheepy: Tadano: It gave me drive! It made it fun. Before, I was terrified of death and wondering if we could stop Schwartzwelt... Sheepy: Tadano: After they introduced the achievement system, it kind of felt like a game! Except I was stuck in the game... Sheepy: Tadano: When you're told that the higher-ups are going to drop a nuclear warhead on you, it makes you kose motivation... Sheepy: Tadano: L-look, I'm human, okay? I have flaws! Being one for achievement systems is one of my flaws! It makes me feel good about myself! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he's started writing on his gauntlet. he's up to something over there, on his lil stool* Sheepy: Tadano: What're you doing? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Noneya. Sheepy: Tadano: Is that a new video game? I haven't heard of it. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Noneya business. Sheepy: Tadano: It had a sequel?! Sheepy: Tadano: It must be really popular! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: It's gone, Private. The jokes gone. Sheepy: Tadano: Joke? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: it flew right past ya. Sheepy: Tadano: It sure did. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Woosh. Gone. Sheepy: Dio: Like my childhood. Sheepy: Dio: Gosh, I'm old. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ... Sheepy: Dio: You're probably really old too. Sheepy: Dio: But... never forget: I'm older. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Jesus Christ, you make me look like a goddamn baby. Sheepy: Dio: I sure do. Sheepy: Dio: Although, I didn't have to work too hard. Sheepy: Dio: You already look like one. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Eat shit! Sheepy: Dio: That's unsanitary. Sheepy: Dio: My diet mostly consists of grapes and wine. Sheepy: Dio: And vegetables. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Local senior citizen survives off of fucking raisins, more when I care! Sheepy: Dio: They aren't raisins! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I bet you like raisin cookies, too! Sheepy: Dio: Why would you do that to a perfectly good grape?! Sheepy: Dio: No, raisins are disgusting! Sheepy: Dio: You know how many bugs get in those? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: More than how many are in your hair. Sheepy: Dio: So at least one because there's no bugs in my hair. Sheepy: Tadano: Where are the others, anyway? We were gonna start D&D. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Shouldn't you know? Sheepy: Tadano: Am I a stalker? Sheepy: Tadano: One of the people coming is your justice-loving friend. That's your business. Sheepy: Tadano: And as for Dio, another person coming is his boyfriend. That's his business. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Huh? *he looks up at Tadano* When'd you talk to him? Sheepy: Tadano: Dio did. Arsé-kun: *D-ho looks at Dio* Sheepy: Dio: I asked how it went with Dr. Victor. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Ah. Sheepy: Dio: He said he was feeling lonely. Sheepy: Dio: So I invited him. Sheepy: Dio: So I ask you: How did Dr. Victor's treatment go? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Thanks a lot. Hee needs the socializing.- Better than I'd expected, hee-ho! Sheepy: Dio: Good, good. Sheepy: Dent: Heyy, it's game time! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: There you are, Private Dent! Sheepy: Dent: I was getting prepared! Sheepy: Irving: Howdy! I'm late because I was dealin' with a problem. Y'all wouldn't believe how easily an AI c'n fly off the handle! Sheepy: Irving: One incorrect calculation in the code 'n that's all she wrote! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Private Irving! On time for once! Sheepy: Irving: I tried very hard. Arthur was complainin' and buggin' out as he occasionally does and he started throwin a hissy fit. I chased him and he ran into a wall. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Fucking bye, Arthur. Sheepy: Anthony: Boss, I... Sheepy: Anthony:........ Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Shut up and sit down before I cut your dick off. Sheepy: Anthony: But I need that! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You'd better learn to piss sitting down, Private! Sheepy: Anthony: *he sits down, visibly intimidated. Arthur is following closely behind, making a series of (voiced) beeping sounds* Arsé-kun: *Following behind Arthur is Orpheus, and then Minato with a bag full of snacks. he's eating out of the bag. really classy.* Sheepy: Arthur: I have delivered a new robot model. Sheepy: Arthur: It will assist us in our trek in Schwartzwelt. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm not going to even bother correcting that. *he goes and drops into the seat next to Dio* hey. Sheepy: Dio: Heeeeyy! What's up? Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Not much. Congrats on the job, or whatever. Sheepy: Dio: I feel sad because I'll be away from you. It just occurred to me. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Not really. The ... black holes' only so far away from his place. *he roughly gestures to Minato, who is still eating out of the bag. classy.* Sheepy: Dio: I guess you're right. Arsé-kun: *D-Ho's just watching. alone. on his stool, mostly surrounded by no one else. except not really* Sheepy: Arthur: *he approaches D-Ho... and then bumps into his stool like a roomba* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Drive better than a new recruit, Arthur. Sheepy: Arthur: I've learned this from Tadano. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Good fucking job. Sheepy: Arthur: Commander Gore, Commander Gore? Come in, Commander Gore. *whhhrrrrr, click* Arsé-kun: *and then it's really awkward for a minute* Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You did the thing again, you idiot. Sheepy: Arthur: I did it again, Hitonari. Sheepy: Arthur: I fell for a demon girl. Sheepy: Arthur: ...Wh-what?! Stop giving me such a judgemental look! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: *he puts his head down on the table and hits it with his fist. he's trying not to laugh* Sheepy: Anthony: Stop d-doing that....! Sheepy: Arthur: *in an Anthony voice* I'm pathetic, aren't I? The one woman who was interested in me scared me so I ran and hurt her feelings... Sheepy: Arthur: Can you.... go and apologize to her for me? Wh..what, what's her name? I don't know...! She looked like a tree. Arsé-kun: *Orpheus is judging.* Sheepy: Anthony:...Wh-what?! Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I apologize for being rude, but I am going to speak on the behalf of myself and my summoner-- What the hell? Sheepy: Anthony: Demon women are much more attractive than human ones! Sheepy: Anthony: I mean, human ones are alright... Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I retract my statement. Sheepy: Dio: What a weirdo. Just don't bring that up around Polly. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm dating you, and I was human at a point. I think it is justified. Sheepy: Anthony: The only one who was nice to me was Daphne, but I couldn't get past the fact that she was a tree. Sheepy: Dio: Heyhey, I'm no demon Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Daemon, then. Sheepy: Dio: I'm devilishly handsome, but a demon? Sheepy: Dio: I was raised a human anyway. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: *he makes a coughing noise. his face stays the same.* Sheepy: Dio: And I was part human until I was reborn.... Arsé-kun: Minato: Orpheus is having bad thoughts, stop talking. Sheepy: Dio: What? Arsé-kun: Minato: *he whispers something to Dio* Sheepy: Dio: *snrrrrk* Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'm not wrong. Sheepy: Dio: I guess you aren't. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm going to vomit. Sheepy: Dio: Why? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Stop saying words, you hopeless romantics, I want to stab myself so I don't have to hear it. Sheepy: Dio: Hopeless? Arsé-kun: *SPEAKING OF HOPELESS* Arsé-kun: Ace: Hello!! Sheepy: Arthur: Goodbye. Arsé-kun: Ace: D: ? Sheepy: Arthur: Service hours have ended Sheepy: Arthur: I will call the police if you keep calling. Arsé-kun: Ace: *he drags himself in. He's limping a bit, but he's up and moving!! And that's what counts!!* Sheepy: Arthur: But we're offering you discount solar panels. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: What the fuck is wrong with you Sheepy: Tadano: I've taught him how to answer the phone. Sheepy: Tadano: He answers trash calls. Sheepy: Tadano: You should try it. It works! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I thought you said worms for a minute. ... Sheepy: Tadano: Worms??? Arsé-kun: Ace: Worms?? Sheepy: Tadano: Are you... worm down, Sir? Sheepy: Tadano: Do you need to sleep? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Don't ever speak to me again, you spineless pot brownie. Sheepy: Tadano: Hey, I'm spineless because you made me that way with your drill instructor ways. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Bull fucking shit. Sheepy: Tadano: Such unwanted imagery... Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, Ace tries to get on the stool between D-Ho and Dio. He starts climbing up.. and it falls on him. bye, ace* Sheepy: Arthur: Rest in pieces. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: .... *he's not sure if he wants to be concerned, or if he wants to complain* Sheepy: Dio: *he takes the stool off of Ace and puts it where it originally was* You want help? Arsé-kun: Ace: Yes! Sheepy: Dio: *he picks up Ace and puts him on the stool* Sheepy: Irving: *he is observing Arthur from the doorway. finally, he scoops up Arthur and fixes a loose screw* Sheepy: Arthur: *wilhelm scream* Sheepy: Irving: So that's what yer problem was! Sheepy: Irving: *he plops down in the seat next to Anthony and puts Arthur on the table in front of him* Sheepy: Anthony: Tadano has that demon summoned to remind me of my past mistakes and Arthur is here to enforce those memories. Sheepy: Dio: I'm just some demon to you? That's no way to treat a woman. No wonder you're single. That, and while I understand your mistake, I'm not the only one you've done this to. Sheepy: Anthony: Please stop. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm willing to bet real monhee that he'd have tried to flirt with me if he hadn't known I was a man! Sheepy: Anthony: ...Uh, no. Sheepy: Anthony: I don't like that thought. Why would anyone flirt with you? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Because you're a weirdo! Sheepy: Anthony: Okay, but I'm not that weird. Sheepy: Anthony: You don't even have hair. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Why would I?? Is that your kink, you dirt-eating shitstain? Sheepy: Anthony: I feel like you don't know the definition of kink. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I feel like you have no idea what you're talking about! Sheepy: Anthony: You're just not attractive! Sheepy: Anthony: Plus... while personality is second on the list for me, your personality stinks too! Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Say that again, motherfucker! Sheepy: Anthony: Um.. no thanks! Sheepy: Anthony: Overall, you're just not my type! Sheepy: Tadano: We're almost set up... Sheepy: Dio: By the way, Demonee-ho. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Hee? Sheepy: Dio: Dr. Victor hasn't acted creepy or asked you to provide any body parts, right? Sheepy: Dio: He might be helpful but, uh, the way I met him was him being impressed because he hadn't tested on "a Dionysus" before and wanted to dissect me. Sheepy: Dio: Apparently, I am a species now. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: No, ho? *you can't really see it, but he's squinting* Sheepy: Dio: I ended up giving him blood which he used for all sorts of tests. Just be careful, alright? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'm a Frost! I doubt hee'd care about me any! Sheepy: Dio: He's already dissected a bunch of those. Sheepy: Dio: Live and dead. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: My point proven- Eh? Sheepy: Dio: And tested on them. He told me all this because I tried to push Tadpole's Frost onto him in my place. Arsé-kun: *and then its awkward for another minute* Sheepy: Dio: Leonardo DaVinci dissected living people to see how their nerves worked. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Okay, fine. Sheepy: Dio: He's got an "ends justify the means" attitude. Sheepy: Tadano: Who's ready? Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I'd like to start this year.

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