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unfriendlyamazon · 8 months ago
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actually my dream for mokuba is to grow up to be an artist
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beansnpeets · 2 years ago
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I haven't bought clothes for literally years and it was always just stores in the mall, but where I live now we don't have anything like that nearby so I'm probably gonna have to do all of it online, which I don't love doing because stuff often just doesn't fit, but as long as there are return policies it should be fine. But like....I don't even know where to look, what to search for, what online stores to trust. I'd like to avoid the crappy fast fashion brands as much as possible, but at the same time I don't know anything else. A lot of what I'm finding are US stores, which I'd prefer to keep it in Canada instead. A quick internet search is also only showing me "which fast fashion brands to avoid" instead of giving me any alternatives. Or what I am finding that isn't fast fashion and also Canadian is largely not the type of clothes I'm looking for. A lot of casual wear or athletic wear and not a lot of business casual or anything. Everything is so complicated these days. There are so many factors and choices and I just don't know where to start anymore.
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skatepunkdyke · 3 months ago
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im so tired i wanna go home :(
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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 2 months ago
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What comic is the one where Len makes it snow for Barry?
It's from the short "Christmas: Cold and Fast" from the holiday anthology Tis The Season To Be Freezin'
On an unseasonably warm evening before Christmas, Len is ringing a bell dressed as Santa on a street corner calling for donations to help the less fortunate. A Banker Type makes fun of him, and Len steals his watch, but Barry zips in to take it.
The two squabble, Barry questioning whether any of the money is going to anyone who actually needs it, and Len explains that he was going to use it to hire some people to help him with something. He (after arguing back and forth over it for almost a whole page) convinces Barry to open a truck...
Which is filled with toys.
Len was originally going to sell them all, but he decided instead to give them to kids in need.
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Barry then asks Len to give the people of Central City a Christmas miracle
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by freezing the ice rink for the tree lighting ceremony.
Len agrees on one condition...
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That Barry wears his Santa suit.
Barry races around Central delivering toys (Pretty much all Flash themed, which makes me wonder if he keeps a warehouse of his own merch...), then they meet up on top of a building to watch people skate.
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(Yes, Len just jumped off the roof of five storey building. What a dramatic little shit.)
Also, there's a short in DC Rebirth Holiday called A Flash Christmas Carol that tells the story of how the Rogues and Flash started a holiday truce so Barry can make sure kids in foster care don't miss out on presents. This was Len's idea, and he gave up a big score to make sure it happened.
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cosmerelists · 9 months ago
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Attending a Party Thrown by Each Radiant Order
As requested by anon. :)
You've been invited to a party! Actually, ten parties. But the twist is that each party is thrown and attended only by a single Radiant order and also we're in some kind of quasi-modern AU. What would each party be like?
[Previously: Radiant Orders play boardgames, have sleepovers, and go to musicals]
1. The Lightweaver Party
The invitation is a glossy, stylized illustration of a hand holding a wine glass--a true work of art. You later find out that every invitation is unique; no two are the same. The invitation leads you to a large ballroom-esque hall. "What is your name tonight?" asks a masked figure at the door. "Uh...Fred?" you say. You had not planned this. "Welcome...Fred," they say and let you in. It is shadowy inside, perhaps because all of the light comes from fairy lights and electric candles. Everyone is masked--including you, as per the invitation. People glide about, talking and laughing in low voices. It's not unwelcoming exactly, but certainly...surreal.
2. The Windrunner Party
The invitation is a couple of dudes saying, "Hey, there's a thing. Wanna come?" when you run into them at the bar. "The thing" appears to be some kind of picnic at a local park: you were told it was a potluck, so you did bring a macaroni salad, but the focus seems to be the large pot of stew that one of the men is making. There's a lot of eating and laughter and sunshine, and frankly a lot of hot people in uniform. You have a good time. Even if the Captain is just a little bit glowery the whole time.
3. The Edgedancer Party
A roller skating rink! You haven't been to a roller skating rink in sooo long! You're honestly psyched. As you do your best to skate around, others glide smoothly past you, looking like they were born skating. When you take a break to eat a mediocre but nostalgic corndog, a couple of them sit with you and you get to chatting. You're just at a skating rink, eating a mediocre corndog, but somehow...you've never felt so heard. When you go back to skating, you're skating with maybe a tear in your eye.
4. The Stoneward Party
It's just a party at someone's house, where everyone brings a case of beer or a bottle of wine or a snack food, and everyone drinks out of red solo cups. But you know what the vibe is? Convivial. Like, people are waving you over to join their conversations and asking about your hobbies and at one point? Someone suggests a party game? And everyone plays? Like, it WAS a pretty competitive game of charades, but everyone seemed to be having fun the whole time.
5. The Truthwatcher Party
Their party was at a local bar and on trivia night. The party was immediately pretty boisterous--someone brings up politics, like, immediately, and then everyone is happily shouting their thoughts back and forth across the table. But when trivia time hits, the mood turns serious.
6. The Dustbringer Party
It's in the basement of a warehouse that you're pretty sure is due for demolition. Certainly, it does NOT feel particularly structurally sound and there IS a lot of, like, concrete dust and debris everywhere. But once you get downstairs--well, this is not just a party. This is a rager. There is music and alcohol and drugs if you want 'em, and people are shouting and dancing and generally having a good time. "When you're like us, you GOTTA let loose every once in a while or you go INSANE!" someone says to you at one point. "It's about release?" you say and everyone in a five-foot radius groans at the pun.
7. The Willshaper party
It's drugs. Lots of drugs. Some of them are illegal, some of them aren't, but the people here would definitely scoff if you tried to make that distinction.
8. The Elsecaller Party
Well, it certainly is a very correct party. You receive an RSVP, and it's clear that you are meant to respond. In writing. Which you do. The RSVP lets you know that the party is semiformal, and that the dinner course will begin at precisely 7pm, so you do not even try to do the whole "fashionably late" thing. You are there by 6:55. Good thing, too, because everyone else is already there. "Everyone" being Jasnah and one small, inky man. Have you ever had dinner with your dissertation advisor who is also your mom somehow? Well, then you know how this party went. You were SWEATING the whole time.
9. The Skybreaker Party
When they checked your ID at the entrance to the small event hall they had rented, you laughed and asked if they wanted to make sure you were over 21. Their expression in reply told you that this was not a joke. Inside, there is a cash bar, and some hors d'oeuvre being handed around on plates. The people inside are mostly talking about their recent accomplishments in a way that makes you feel that they are all very stressed and trying to prove something. "It's a test," says a bald man who appeared very suddenly next to you. "A test of what?" you ask, suddenly very afraid. But he is gone.
10. The Bondsmith Party
You're at a party, and it's just you and two other people. The two other people? Married. You feel like you're crashing a date. They're being very nice and you are being included in every conversation but you're also literally the third at a party with only two other people who are married. You can't help but think this would be WAY less awkward if there were just ONE more Bondsmith. But who knows if THAT will ever happen!
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n6ptunova · 1 year ago
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skater girlfriend • chris sturniolo
a/n: i’m obsessed with this idea! thank you @rac00ns-are-c00l4 hope you like it🫶
summary: you teach chris how to skate
warnings: some fluff and making out.
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“who’s skateboard is this?” you asked chris as soon as he left the meeting. you were waiting for him in the warehouse, wandering around when you came across a skateboard. your boyfriend chris knew you were a skater girl but he never mentioned that he, or any of his brothers skate so you were confused.
“oh, i forgot we had this here. i bought it a while back to get back into skating but-”
“forgot? you were just busting your ass yesterday to learn a simple trick on it,” nick chuckled interrupting him. chris punched his arm mumbling for him to shut up.
“what? chris why didn’t you tell me? we could’ve skated together this whole time,” you pouted.
“that was the plan but…” he trailed off avoiding eye contact with you, he looked embarrassed for some reason. “but what?”
“i kinda wanted to teach myself the basics first bc i wanted to surprise you. also didn’t wanna look like a complete idiot in front of you.” that tugged on your heartstrings oh my god how could someone be this cute. you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss.
“that’s sweet, baby. but i don’t care about any of that i just wanna share this with you. come on, i’ll teach you, it’ll be fun!”
later that night, you found an empty street for you two to skate. chris showed you what he knows so far and it was quite literally just moving forward with the board. he didn’t even know how to stop properly he just jumps off. so you decided that’s the first thing you’ll teach him.
chris, being his prideful self, claimed he knows how to come to a stop but then proceeded to do a heel drag.
“nooo, chris, that’ll cause razor tail, dumbass!”
“razor what-”
“it’s gonna damage your skateboard. look you can try to do this instead.”
you showed him a couple easy ways for beginners to stop. “and you can do a power slide,” you said while demonstrating, “but this is when you get more pro.”
“wait but that’s the coolest looking one i wanna do that!” he whined. so of course, you spent the next half hour teaching him how to power slide. if there’s one thing you admired about him is his determination, he fell way too many times but he finally got really close so you decided to move onto the next.
“ok i think you’re ready to learn your first trick, a simple ollie.” you said while doing the trick yourself.
his jaw dropped, he couldn’t believe how cool his girlfriend actually is. you looked so beautiful and graceful while doing the most badass things. he got lost in his thoughts for a second you had to wave and snap your fingers in front of his face to get him to focus.
“sorry babe, i just have such a cool girlfriend don’t i?,” he smugly said raising one eyebrow while pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on your neck and the other on the side of your face. you melted into his touch and almost got carried away until you quickly snapped back to reality and pulled away to teach him an ollie before he starts to give up.
you told him how to position his feet and gave him tips to make the trick easier for him but he interrupted you halfway, “that’s impossible.”
“no it’s really easy i promise. it just takes some trial and error.”
he took in a deep breath like he’s preparing for the worst and stood on his board, positioning his feet the way you told him to and bent his knees slightly but just before lifting his feet he stopped, “are you sure i’m not gonna fall?” “you will fall.”
he rolled his eyes, “thanks for the reassurance.” as he attempted the trick he landed straight on his ass, the board rolling away from him.
“owww, can’t you teach me something easier first.” he’s used to falling off his skateboard a lot but not in front of you. he wanted you to think he was cool too. you’d think it’s childish if he wasn’t so adorable.
“chris, this is as easy as it gets. come onnn do you want me to hold your hand princess?” you smirked, teasing him.
“shut up. i can do this.” he stood up and positioned himself on the board again. and before you know it he’s back on the ground with a loud thump.
you give him a knowing smirk and raise your eyebrows reaching your hand out to him. “you sure you don’t need help?” he snaps his head towards you and purses his lips forming a straight line.
“no i got this bro.” he’s so stubborn it made you giggle. after a few more hits to the ground he finally gave in and asked you to help. you held both of his hands and told him what he was doing wrong and before he attempts it again you looked him straight in the eyes, flashing him the sweetest smile, the street lights illuminating your face slightly, “you got this, babe.”
that was all the motivation he needed to attempt this trick again and surely enough, with you keeping him steady holding his hands, he was able to land it.
“I DID IT!!” he screamed and ran around you in a circle before engulfing you in his arms and picking you up feet off the ground spinning around. all that could be heard was both of your laughs and giggles. “yesss baby you did it!!”
“all thanks to the best and hottest teacher i could ever have,” he winked as he put you down and slapped your ass.
your face heated up but you pulled him in by his belt loop catching him off guard and placing a sweet but slow kiss on his lips he practically whined into your mouth, his knees growing weak. only you could have him like this.
he snaked his hands to your hips and gripped them tightly making you gasp, he uses this to slip his tongue into your mouth. you moan and both pull each other impossibly closer, bodies pressed against one another, your hands ruffling through his hair and tugging lightly.
after what felt like eternity (it was only 2 minutes) you pulled away catching your breath. “we should do this more often.” you nodded your head in agreement and he added, “and i guess the skating too.” you smacked his chest jokingly as he chuckled.
the rest of the night you spent just skating back and forth on the street, listening to your favourite music and talking about everything and anything.
when it was time to head home you did a nollie to pick up your board. chris thought it was the coolest thing ever and whined about how he can only pick it up the “normal” way but as he’s showing you, the board flips up and hits him in the crotch making him bend over in pain.
you tried your best to hide your laughter to spare his feelings but it slipped out and even though he shook his head disapprovingly he was smiling like an idiot because your laugh was the most beautiful sound to him.
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drivinmeinsane · 1 year ago
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Snowstorm ※ 12 Days of Goosemas
Day Ten ※ Colt Seavers / Reader
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{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}
※ Summary: You and Colt discover that some gambles don't pay off.
※ Rating: No mature content.
※ Content/Tags: Cuddling for Warmth, Ill-advised Winter Safety Practices, Fluff/Humor
※ Word count: 1998
※ Status: Oneshot/Complete
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Despite your layers, you’re shivering enough that your teeth feel like they’re going to rattle right out of your skull. It’s hard to imagine that the weather is going to take a turn for the worse when it’s already cold enough in the warehouse that everyone’s breath is visible in front of their faces. This far north by the Great Lakes is always a gamble this time of year. This movie production is certainly not winning the lottery. 
“Alright crew, let's wrap this up,” calls the team lead. 
Everyone picks up speed, finishing their tasks so they can separate into pairs and small groups to carpool back to their temporary housing. Automatically, you gravitate towards Colt. The two of you have been working off and on together for years on various movie sets. Being around him comes as easily and naturally as breathing. It was a massive relief when you were assigned to share an airbnb for the couple months you’re going to be spending here. 
“This sucks, huh?” You comment, helping him to roll up an impact mat. 
He laughs, breath clouding the air. “Yeah, it super sucks.”
The rest of the crew files out while the two of you work, alternating between sweating and freezing. Securing all the impact mats for storage is a miserable task, but it gets done. The building is empty aside from Colt and you. 
The stunt guy straightens up, groaning as his back loudly pops. “Ready to bounce on outta here?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
At the door, the two of you take the time to adjust your layers. Colt wraps your scarf around your head teasingly after offering to help you put it on. You give him a scathing look between the layers of material before you break and the two of you start laughing. Colt is wiping at his eyes, still chuckling a little, when you shove the door open. 
The cold air immediately tears right through your clothes. The hollow thud and click of the door closing and locking behind you both sounds ominous. Colt offers his arm to you and you take it, resigning yourself to the weather conditions. The snow is coming down heavily, making it difficult to see across the sprawling parking. 
Your Lord of the Rings worthy journey to Colt’s truck starts out easily enough, until you wipe out on a snow-covered patch of ice. If it wasn’t for the death grip you have on each other's arms, you would bust your ass right then and there. Instead, you and Colt end up doing a weird dance to try to stay upright. 
“Maybe we should consider a career in couples ice skating. Maybe retire from the stunts biz.” Colt suggests, breathing heavily from the unexpected exertion.
“Toddler level, maybe,” you grumble back, foot skidding again. You hate the fact that the stunt crew has to park clear out of the way on the very fringes of the parking lot. 
You risk a glance at your coworker. His gaze is focused intently on the ground. Snowflakes are collecting in his beard and in his shaggy hair, making his blue eyes appear even bluer. After what feels like an age of taking minuscule steps across a frozen wasteland, you finally spot his garishly colored truck through the snow. You’ve never been happier to see the yellow and brown eyesore. 
Colt helps you up into the passenger seat. Once you're settled, he pushes his tuck keys into your hand. You pass him the windshield scraper in return. It was a new purchase after having to use the airbnb’s dustpan the first morning the two of you had walked out to the vehicle to find it under a thick layer of snow. 
“Start her for me?”
Mumbling an affirmative, you lean over and slot the key into the ignition switch and twist. The truck sparks to life with a smooth rumble. Meanwhile, Colt skirts around the edge of the vehicle. He’s scraping at the windshield, chiseling the packed snow in sheets. He suddenly slips, hitting his sternum on the truck’s grille guard. Upon seeing your horrified expression through the cleared glass, he flashes you a thumbs up and a grimace. You give him the same in return.
Working faster now, he finishes the windshield and makes sure that the side windows and mirrors are clear. He knocks the scraper clean before opening the door and heaving himself into the truck. The stunt man tosses it at your feet onto the already cluttered floorboard. The cold air that followed him into the cab does neither of you any favors.
“You think we’re good, Colt?” You ask, watching him pull off his gloves and tuck them into his sun visor for safekeeping.
“Hope so. If it doesn't get worse we should be fine,” he says with a shrug only to yelp when his bare hands come in contact with the steering wheel. “Shit, that’s cold!”
With the heat on full blast, Colt backs out of the parking lot and then you’re off to the airbnb. He handles the truck expertly. While not used to driving in what is essentially a blizzard, the man has done enough crazy stunts to keep from skidding all over the road. That and his monstrosity of a vehicle with its sizable off-roading tires makes the trip go a little easier. 
“Colt…” You say, worried. The weather is getting worse, much worse. The truck is struggling to maintain traction.
“Yeah, I know, sweetheart.” Both of you are so glued to the increasingly limited visibility and heavier snowfall that neither of you acknowledge the unintentional endearment Colt lets slip.
Spotting a ihop coming up, he makes the choice to pull into the empty lot. There’s no way he’s going to be able to push through. The weather is just too bad for his vehicle. The restaurant is clearly closed. This isn’t the southern part of the United States where there’s a Waffle House around to keep its doors open no matter the situation.
“There’s no way a tow truck is going to be able to get out here, is there?” You comment rhetorically. 
Beside you, Colt groans when he can’t get reception on his cell phone. “Looks like we’re going to be here until the plows come through. Might be in the morning.”
You sigh and settle into your seat. Both of your phone batteries are too low to risk running them down by idly scrolling through old saved pictures. It’s going to be a long night. 
To pass the time, you decide to lean over and rummage through the pile of trash and receipts on the floorboard. Like his apartment, he does not keep his truck clean or organized. You spend the next couple hours going through his receipts and judging him for his purchases. It’s mostly “Another Bonsai tree?” and “Just how much do you love this fast food place?” while your best friend does his damndest to defend himself as though he’s in front of an imaginary jury. 
Eventually, the light fades too much to see the small text. Colt has long since turned off the truck. As the sun dips below the horizon, it gets colder in the cab. 
You shiver and Colt notices. “C’mere.”
You slide across the bench seat and underneath his offered arm. He’s warm but the meager contact is too scant to do much. You seem to take turns shivering against one another. 
“It’s a shame we don’t have a tauntaun,” he says suddenly. 
You turn your face into the side of his chest to smother a groan at the reference. “I’d give anything for a hot drink right now.”
Colt makes a sound in agreement and slides down in his seat, struggling to get comfortable. His knee hits the steering wheel and you feel his pained exhale. “Yeah, I would too.”
A particularly vicious wind tears over the truck. It feels like it bypasses the layers of barely insulated metal entirely. The two of you clutch at each other in response. The lack of light isn’t helping it feel any warmer or cozier. Snow has entirely covered the windshield and the windows are fogged up from your breath and body heat. 
“I’ll turn on the truck for a sec to run the heater, but then I guess we oughta try to get some sleep.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
You don’t separate when Colt turns the key. The warm air is luxurious against your cold face. You nearly shove your fingers into the vent. He turns the truck off once you’re both sufficiently warmed. Now comes the difficult part, navigating where to put your bodies for sleep. The temperature has ruined any semblance of personal space. 
“Wanna be on top?” 
“If you insist on bottoming, stunt guy.”
“Oh, I always insist.”
Nearly hitting your head on the cab’s roof, you manage to shove yourself off of the bench seat enough for Colt to wedge himself into the short space. You can barely make out his shape. His hands find you and he guides you on top of himself. He hisses sharply and puts a hand over your kneecap when you graze it dangerously close to his crotch. 
“I don't have plans for kids any time soon, but I’d like to keep my options open,” he jokes.
Finally, you are settled on top of him. It’s incredibly uncomfortable for both of you. He’s got his knees drawn up, shins against the door. Your left knee is wedged between his hip and the seat as you lay with your cheek on his shoulder. His arms are up and around you. Yours are tucked alongside his torso with your hands under his shoulders. You feel like a pair of pretzels.
You lay in silence, listening to the winter storm outside. Both of you start to shiver again.
“I know it’s silly but-”
“This sucks so-” you accidentally start at the same time. “Go ahead,” you encourage. 
You hear him swallow. He seems stiff, nervous all of a sudden. “I know it’s silly, but uh… skin to skin contact works. With us both wearing jackets we can’t share body heat as well. So maybe if we… Wow, I promise I’m not trying to come onto you.”
“Okay.” You say gently.  
Sitting up in his lap, his hands fall from your back to the sides of your hips. You unzip your jacket. You’re instantly colder. Underneath you, you feel Colt’s breath hitch and pick up the pace. You put your hands on his amble chest and find his coat zipper and tug it down. His fingers twitch, but they don’t make any move to stop you. You push his shirt up over his pectorals, all the way to his neck. You don’t touch his bare skin with your fingers. His hands find the hem of your shirt and together you draw it up to your collarbone. Both of you are bared in the truck cabin. 
The man leaves you holding your shirt in place while his hands move to your back. He guides you into laying down on top of him. Your friend sucks in a breath and exhales slowly as inch by inch you make contact. Your bare skin colliding is sinfully warm. 
You sigh into his neck, resisting the urge to press a kiss against it even as the stubble of his jaw grazes your face. He pulls his jacket up and over you as much as he can. His hold on you is tight, comforting. The direct contact of his body provides much more heat than between the layers. You’re not as cold as you were before. 
“Heck of a holiday season, huh?” You mumble, already beginning to drift off.
Colt hums in agreement. Before you slip entirely under into the oblivion of sleep, you swear you feel a kiss pressed to your forehead and a low “Sweet dreams.” that rumbles against your chest.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year ago
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im getting the feeling selena has left bruce in arguments and come back many times before
There is a feeling in the air. One that Bruce knows well. It feels like violence.
It's a cold sensation. Cold and still. One that sends the small and vulnerable into flight or freeze.
The question being, why was it here? Gotham WAS violent. Little pockets of violence roiled over all the time. But not like this. And a more important question was, why were you here?
You'd been avoiding Gotham. Avoiding him. Trying to give him space. Give him what you thought he wanted. But something or someone had lured you back here. And they would have had to have a damn good argument to get you over the city limits.
You weren't MADE in Gotham. You were adopted by it. Loved here, sure. An adopted daughter. You did charity work. Summer camps for girls for skating and science. Volunteered for green energy campaigns sponsored by Wayne Enterprises... Liked. In some tellings adored. Jackie's memory was held dear here. No real enemies.
But.
You'd been here. He could still smell you, your perfume. Body wash. Metal. It coalesces into a very unique scent. Why? You hadn't left a cell signal or a paper trail. And he couldn't imagine you'd be in Gotham and Alfred NOT know. As much as Bruce missed you, Alfred missed you probably as much.
He frowned and walked deeper into the warehouse. Did Clark know? did he have something to do with it? His mind raced with questions and none of them had satisfactory answers.
"Stay close, Robin," he said, to the masked child next to him. "there might be traps."
"Batman!" Robin hissed, pointing to a spot on the floor, not far from his feet. Just outside the pool of light from the window.
"What?"
"Is that- is that Blood?" Robin pointed to the spot and Bruce whirled. around. Kneeling quickly. It wasn't very old. Not quite dry. It would make sense if your scent still lingered. And it wasn't much to go on. Non fatal injury or post mortem. And both made his stomach clench. Whatever had happened, he had a sneaking suspicion it was his fault. And that he was going to have to call Clark.
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iced-coffeebean · 3 months ago
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Molossia and Slowjamastan working for America in the Gangsta AU is a funny concept and one that I've thought about a lot.
I just imagine they work at the diner depicted on America's major art appearance
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I'd imagine Mol being the kind of cook that is tired of everything and everyone and contemplates quitting every shift while on his smoke break (probably doesn't smoke cause he's a lil guy in canon) but makes good food. SJ is like a waiter/server. Got the skates and everything as he takes people's orders and stuff 🫡
He's the only mf that Molossia can stand, it surprises everyone.
Probably both high schoolers or smth similar to that in the AU just doing their summer job
Aerica would defo help Canada out in the hotel too. Ik that boy is trying DARN hardest to make Canada proud 😤
Anyways, just me yapping about shit cause I'm tired and been thinking about where the micronations would end up in this AU (being so honest, they probably don't exist or they those kids that gather together in abandoned warehouses or something and plot out a riot)
Considering this AU may be a human AU, I also wonder how that would change the micronations in this AU.
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stevetonyweekly · 4 months ago
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SteveTony Weekly - September 15th - Week 37
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Hi, friends! Here’s this week’s fic reading. Enjoy! 
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absence makes the heart by fantalaimon
“One night,” Tony says, and just flies himself bodily into one of the canary yellow beekeepers like a red and gold battering ram. “I ask for one measly night. One single goddamn night with my boyfriend—”
“Oh, is the boyfriend label on now?” Clint asks over the comms.
immutable as gravity by Areiton 
There’s something about flying that he can’t explain.
There’s a freedom to it that he’s never felt, anywhere else, doing anything else.
It’s like inventing and the best first kiss of his life, like anything is possible, as he hovers between earth and space, and only the strength of his bird around him.
There’s other things in his life that have been better--but he can count them on one hand and still have fingers leftover.
99 problems (and the dice ain't one) by kellifer_fic
Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved.
Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen.
even the cake was in tiers by kellifer_fic
I'm pretty sure I'm married to Steve Rogers.
Octopus on Roller Skates by ohmyloki
It’s not like he lives his entire life with his bottom half a writhing mass of tentacles instead of legs, but about every ten days he has to spend at least eight hours soaking in a tub of water.
Living In The Future by Closer
Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.
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feyd-meowtha · 1 month ago
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Have you seen the pilot of dune prophecy? If so, what are your thoughts?
Peering over the screen like 👀👀👀👀👀
Ok, I'm late to the party but I finally watched the first 2 eps: have my very disorganised thoughts
- LANKIVEILLLLL HELL YEEEEE
- love the rampant drug use, that's what it's all about though I am begging them to rack a line and use a snorty, theyre being so wasteful and messy and spice is EXPENSIVE (I'm presuming it's spice, could be something else though? Cus this stuff seems like 'space coke' and I will die on the hill that spice is much more like space acid, or if you want something snortable, space 2cb which also has a little buzz. Guess we'll see. Maybe we'll see some samuta or Sappho juice as a treat)
- THE BENE GESSERIT I LOVE THEM
- VALYA I LOVE HER!!! also thank fuck for some human-looking harkonnens at last. She is ruthless but very human!!! This is what we NEED from our harkonnens thank fuck
- one of the acolytes is played by the girl that my bf had his first kiss with so that's.... extremely funny. Get in there Mr Hilly, what a pull.
- pre-horrible Salusa Secundus? Noice
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- druggy sex club!!!! This has been my agenda since day 1, we love to see it. Fremen bartender girl is hot. The two who actually bang? Not really it for me but ok whatever. I would also have it be way grimier but this is a rich people club so I get that. One day ill get my Geidi Prime warehouse raves
- that blue spice inhaler???? THATS MIST!!! The drug from Prayer Of The Rollerboys, an incredible 1990 film about a roller skating drug-cartel of pretty-boy Nazis and starring COREY HAIM!! (Featuring NIN on the soundtrack). The drug is called mist and it's a blue vapour in an inhaler exactly like what they're doing in that one scene. Go watch POTRB now, it's free on YouTube. It looks like this, it's amazing
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- very extra marriage ceremony, a little heavy handed but I'm into it
- that annoying kid was literally playing with a forbidden bakugan battle brawler lmaooo (rip)
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- the Atreides guy is sooooooo Scouse like why? I love it, it's hilarious but I do laugh at everything he says. Where in the universe are the Scousers? Are all the Atreides Scouse in this time period? So many questions
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- neither of the corrino siblings or scouse Atreides man are doing it for me but it's ok cus I have milves galore in the BG and also crazy Nordic man who I can vibe with
-idk wtf is going on with the fire guy himself, what he can do is p outside the norm of what I expect from this universe so colour me intrigued I guess (rip Kasha (?) you were hot)
All in all I am enjoying it very much and am excited to see where it goes! I haven't read the prequels and dont intend to any time soon so I'm pretty chill about the whole thing. Honestly, at this point I have been both delighted and disappointed by every version of Dune so I'm just here to have fun. I'm a fan of the books, the 84 movie, the sci fi show and the new films and I'm happy to enjoy this too.
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netscapenavigaytor · 1 year ago
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My Jet Set Radio New Game Predictions
Here's what i think theyre going to do for the new jet set radio!
They are going to retell the plot of the first JSR and/or Future but with a new coat of paint
There are going to be purchasable DLC graffiti and music packs
the graffiti editor will be even more hostile to human life
Corn is going to die in the first ten minutes of the game
They are introducing a new member of the GGs named "Snorf", and his catchphrase is going to be "It's snorfin' time!"
Pots is finally going to have the fully humanoid body he's always wanted.
yoyo is not going to be in it, they are replacing him with Ecco the Dolphin (This has actually been Confirmed by SEGA!)
You play as a member of Poison Jam this time. you get to chill in da sewers and watch monster movies between levels ^.^
They are going to implement motion controls.
We'll finally get confirmation on which members of the GGs are and aren't furries!
@dailyoyo is going to be working on it :D everyone contgraltulate them for how many sega employees they had to slaughter to get here
Beat will lose both of his arms and get giant horrible frightening mechanical claws as replacements
there will be a sanity meter mechanic!
It will be "Fortnite 2".
There will be a chapter of the game where Beat's headphones go missing and you have to find them! During the entire chapter, there will be no music whatsoever to emphasize Beat's lack of headphones.
there is going to be a 2-hour segment that is just an artsy and inscrutable experimental depiction of yoyo goig into a dissociateive spiral
Hayashi and Onishima will both be in the game, and they're going to be making out sloppy style every time they're onscreen. They won't even function as enemies? They're just a setpiece?
There will be no rival gangs, the entire plot will entail the GGs turning on each other like rabid dogs for ill-defined and petty reasons.
to be innovative and try something different from teh rest of the series, the soundtrack is going to be bad.
Yoyo is going to perish and be consumed by a malevolent warehouse, which will merge with his consciousness.
Bis/Mew/Ryth will have a new name
There's gonna be robot doppelgangers of ALL the ggs! uh oh! theyre all going to die before they get any significant screentime though in order to punish me specifically
There is going to be a minigame where you play as an overworked ordinary Rokkaku Group employee desperately trying to balance the company budget as Gouji continues to pour more money into the Killing Teenagers fund.
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^ can someone buy this for me. i cant pay you back
New mechanic where you can escape enemies by killing them, but the character you used to do this will go into a crisis over having had to take a fellow human's life at such a young age and the traumatic effects will lower their stats. Pots is immune to this effect
yoyo will get euthanized
There will be a new area named "The Unforgiving Abyss". Grind down the spine of the thousand mile long leviathan who perished within!
Ice skating instead of rollerksating?
aiai from super monkey ball will be in there
You won't be able to play it without pirating it to be truer to the spirit of the game
The moral of the story will be that the real radio was the jet we set along the way.
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oneofstarkskids · 1 year ago
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spider bite
genre: fluff
relationship: tasm!peter x best friend!reader
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you were standing in the aisle of the subway looking at your best friend who was now upside down and clinging to the ceiling, "what the f-"
he suddenly drops to the ground with a bewildered expression. you stand there with your mouth slightly agap in shock as he just brushes the incident off casually and tries to help the girl he accidentally spilled beer on, "i'm so sorry-" but he stops mid-sentence when he realizes his hand is stuck to her shirt.
"uh..." peter shook his hand desperately willing it to release itself from the already pissed off woman. "get your hand off her," the man next to peter antagonizes. he moves closer threateningly. "peter, take it off," you say from behind him.
he whirls around, hand still stuck to the shirt, and whispers to you, "i can't take it off."
"take it off!" you say with wide eyes.
"i can't take it off!" peter repeats.
suddenly the man pushes him backwards. peter's flying body barely missed you by an inch. simultaneously, the woman's shirt was ripped clean off and she was left standing in her bra. "oh my god," you say with raised eyebrows before rushing over and giving her your jacket.
"are you kidding me!? are you freaking kidding me?" the man says in a rather annoying voice. you watch as peter turns away from the man and gets distracted with his hand getting stuck to yet another object. the man takes this as his chance to swing at peter, "HEY!"
peter dodges the man with ease and sends him tumbling into the seats with a kick. "man, i'm sorry! oh man, are you okay?"
and though what peter did seemed purposeful, his voice was clearly laced with genuine regret. you watched as the people next to you started going after peter too, "peter!" without turning around, he pulled himself up sideways on the subway pole and blocked one of their attacks. more started coming after him and though you could see that your friend can clearly handle himself, you couldn't let him fight alone. you picked up your skateboard and broke it on one of the larger men's backs. he just turned around to face you with a sneer, "uh, hi," you waved cutely before the man lunged at you. peter grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him to the side. with another strange and sudden movement, he was hanging upside down on the pole and just pulled it out of the floor like pulling a toothpick out of cake batter.
you had to jump out of the way to avoid the pole that peter was now carelessly flinging around. after knocking down two more of the attackers, peter put a hand to his mouth in pure shock. "i'm so sorry!"
you just looked around at the bodies scattered on the floor and the two girls who hid themselves away in the corner.
peter dropped the pole and looked down at his hands with a mixture of emotions.
it just so happened that the next stop was yours, so the both of you got off the subway and away from the scene of the crime as quickly as possible. you two went straight to the abandoned warehouse you guys hung out at together. it was like your secret hideout where you'd go to skate, listen to music and talk about shit that you couldn't talk about with anybody else.
you were sitting on an old, rusted bench beside peter. "so..." you said under your breath as you looked down at the gravel beneath your feet.
peter nodded slowly, "so."
"that was kind of weird back there, huh?" you asked, not that it was really a question.
"definitely weird." he confirmed.
"you kind of stuck to the ceiling for a second," you stated, still trying to wrap your mind around it.
"definitely stuck to the ceiling."
you cleared your throat, "how long- how did..." you paused to get your thoughts together.
peter looked up from the ground and put his hands on your shoulders, "okay listen, i have to tell you something. something that i should've already told you, but i didn't and now i have no choice. something you can't tell anyone else."
you shook your head, "peter stop rambling and just spit it out."
peter nodded before sighing, "okay. remember how i kind of snuck away earlier at oscorp?"
you rolled your eyes, "yes, you left me there to deal with gwen. by the way, she didn't believe for a second that you weren't stalking her."
peter frowned, "what? i wasn't!" you gave him an accusing look.
peter changed subjects, "that's not the point. the point is, i found a lab."
"a lab?" you interrupted.
peter just continued, "yes. it was filled with these...spiders. they were crawling on thick, almost synthetic looking, webs."
"i reached out to touch one-"
"naturally," you said, not shocked in the slightest by his stupidity.
"and they just started falling," he continued.
"ew!" you said and shook off the mental image he'd placed in your mind.
horror movies, were fun. clowns, were entertaining. heights, were manageable. but spiders? definitely not.
peter had a terrified look in his eye, "i got out of there as quickly as possible, but one must've fallen down my shirt because i felt it bite me."
"where!?" you asked, voice laced with concern.
peter turned and held his neck to the side to show you, "back of my neck."
you frowned at the sight of the truly disgusting spider bite and a string hanging from it.
you reached for it and tugged. "ow, what the-" peter yelped.
"stay still," you ordered as you pulled the detached string from his shirt. at the end, a rather large translucent spider was curled up and dead.
"oh my god, take it! take it!" you practically shoved it into peter's hands. he examined it for a moment.
"i know this is going to sound crazy, but..." he started.
"you think this spider gave you," you paused. it didn't matter. any way you said it, it would just sound crazy. "powers?"
peter shrugged, "i don't know."
"and you're sure nothing else life-altering or suspicious happened to you within the last twenty-four hours?" you asked. peter gave you a look.
"i think i would remember."
"just checking."
you sighed and tried to process this newfound information.
"you know what this means right?" you asked.
peter looked over to you expectantly with his eyebrows raised in question.
"my best friend is a spider!" you joked.
peter shook his head, "not exactly."
"well, you're like, a spider-boy," you said, separating the words. peter laughed.
"are you gonna go like, full spider?" you asked, suddenly disgusted.
peter's eyes widened with worry, "i hope not!"
"sorry! it was an intrusive thought!"
peter stood up, "i should get home. are you staying for dinner again?"
you nodded before he turned and started walking off.
"hey, pete!" you shouted from your place on the bench.
he spun around, "yeah?"
you stood up and ran over to walk with him as he put his arm around your shoulder, "you know i'm always gonna be there for you right?"
peter smiled and kept looking forward.
"even if you turn into a big ugly creature with six legs," you said confidently.
"spiders have eight legs," he corrected.
"same thing."
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rcsilience · 15 days ago
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name   ⏤   lissa   ivanov   .   label   ⏤   the  ice  princess   .   age   ⏤   twenty5   occupation   ⏤   warehouse bartender  &  lakeside grill  hostess   .   zodiac   sign   ⏤   leo    .   gender   +   pronouns   +   orientation   ⏤   cis   woman   +   she   /   her   +   pansexual   .   inspired   characters   ⏤   maddy  perez  ,  lu hendrich  ,  katherine  pierce  ,  aj  lee  ,  drusilla  ,  georgina  sparks  ,  harley quinn  ,  felicia hardy 
tw  :  emotional  ab*se  ,  underage  drinking  and  dr*gs
you  know  polly  wilson  .  she's  blonde  ,  nearly  six  feet  tall  ,  former  head  of  the  pta  ,  chair  of  the  hoa  ,  and  the  picture  perfect  version  of  what  the  “  ideal  ”  housewife  is  .  most  people  don't  know  what  lissa  knows  about  her  mother  .  that  her  real  name  is  polina  ,  that  she  used  to  chain  smoke  in  the  backyard  after  dinner  when  she  though  lissa  and  her  stepfather  had  gone  to  bed  for  the  night  ,  that  she  curses  like  a  sailor  and  is  currently  on  her  fourth  (  fifth  ?  )  affair  of  her  marriage  to  her  husband  .  that  last  part  is  only  fair  ,  really  ,  considering  he's  on  his  hundredth  ,  probably  .
before  there  was  red  creek  and  suburbia  and  lies  baked  into  apple  pies  ,  there  was  brighton  beach  and  a  beautiful  boy  with  jet  black  hair  and  a  big  smile  ,  tattoos  covering  his  arms  ,  and  a  whirlwind  romance  that  was  cut  short  by  fifteen  year  jail  sentence  .  polly  was  only  two  months  along  when  the  gavel  came  down  on  her  lover  and  she  was  devastated  …  but  she  could  still  squeeze  into  a  herve  leger  and  troll  the  wall  street  bars  which  is  where  she  met  mr  .  wilson  ,  a  michigan  native  and  midwest  contractor  about  to  inherit  his  father's  cement  mixing  company  .
he  wasn't  able  to  have  kids  and  polly  was  already  pregnant  so  she  packed  a  bag  ,  hopped  on  a  plane  ,  and  they  lived  in  st  .  louis  until  she  gave  birth  .  little  vasilisa  ,  named  after  her  grandmother  ,  the  spitting  image  of  her  incarcerated  father  who  was  insistent  that  his  name  go  on  the  birth  certificate  .  that  was  fine  by  polly  ,  who  felt  she  needed  a  bit  of  a  leg  up  on  her  already  philandering  husband  anyways  .  she  knew  he  had  begun  to  cheat  her  not  more  than  two  months  after  they  signed  the  marriage  certificate  .  he  knew  that  she  knew  so  he  chose  to  “  make  it  up  to  her  ”  rather  than  ….  just  stop  cheating  ?  so  he  bought  them  the  perfect  little  house  in  red  creek  michigan  ,  even  paid  for  movers  !
lissa  remembers  her  childhood  very  distinctly  .  her  mom  loved  family  sitcoms  ,  stuck  her  chest  out  to  match  peggy  bundy's  ,  let  old  episodes  of  the  addams  family  run  in  the  background  as  she  fucked  tray  after  tray  of  cookies  ,  watched  full  house  reruns  whenever  lissa  had  her  weekly  phone  call  with  her  dad  .  by  the  time  she  started  school  ,  the  polly  that  would  drop  her  off  in  perfect  makeup  and  hair  ,  with  special  shapes  cut  into  her  sandwiches  and  fresh  treats  for  the  bake  sales  ,  that  was  a  different  woman  than  the  polina  that  she  dealt  with  at  home  .
she  had  lissa  enrolled  in  french  ,  spanish  ,  and  russian  language  classes  (  the  latter  so  she  could  talk  shit  to  and  at  her  without  her  dear  husband  knowing  what  they  were  saying  )  .  piano  lasted  until  lissa  went  to  high  school  and  swimming  took  an  immediate  backseat  when  little  lissa  showed  even  an  ounce  of  talent  once  she  put  on  her  figure  skates  and  took  off  on  the  ice  .  polly  wanted  to  make  her  nadia  comenici  .  lissa  wanted  to  cut  her  mother  in  the  face  with  the  blade  on  her  foot  .
they  never  got  along  ,  spent  more  time  screaming  at  each  other  than  they  did  actually  talking  .  lissa  was  perfectly  well  behaved  when  she  needed  to  be  but  her  mother  had  so  many  specific  expectations  of  her  .  perfect  hair  ,  perfect  teeth  ,  perfect  outfit  ,  perfect  grades  .  anything  below  an  A  and  polly  was  getting  into  a  screaming  match  with  her  ,  accusing  her  of  turning  out  just  like  her  fucking  father  .  lissa  would  always  snap  back  that  he  got  to  be  away  from  her  .  none  of  her  friends  believed  her  when  she  said  her  mom  was  the  worst  because  all  they  ever  saw  was  sweet  mrs  .  wilson  ,  who  made  impeccable  lasagna  and  cheered  her  daughter  on  at  skating  recitals  .
by  the  time  lissa  was  in  eighth  grade  ,  she  had  mastered  the  art  of  sneaking  out  once  her  mom  popped  an  ambien  (  or  three  )  .  she  would  hang  out  with  the  burnout  kids  in  the  park  ,  drinking  smuggled  bottles  of  unknown  liquors  from  brown  paper  bags  ,  doing  whatever  was  offered  to  her  .  by  the  time  the  sun  came  up  ,  she'd  be  in  bed  ,  only  to  wake  up  an  hour  later  to  go  to  school  .  looking  back  ,  she  has  no  clue  how  she  did  any  of  it  ,  her  nightime  escapades  while  maintaining  honor  roll  .
it  only  got  more  intense  in  high  school  ,  especially  when  she  got  her  license  and  her  stepfather  bought  her  a  little  white  audi  ,  which  she  used  almost  exclusively  to  drive  her  and  her  friends  around  in  while  they  got  into  any  and  all  trouble  they  could  find  .  there  were  several  nights  where  she'd  be  two  states  away  from  home  ,  wondering  what  the  fuck  she  was  doing  out  there  and  if  she  should  even  go  back  home  …  but  she  would  ,  always  ,  regardless  .
senior  year  ,  her  father  was  released  ,  though  he  had  to  stay  in  new  york  according  to  his  parole  .  lissa  made  plans  to  spend  her  summer  with  him  and  his  family  ,  though  a  huge  fight  with  her  mother  pushed  her  to  book  an  earlier  flight  and  get  to  the  city  earlier  than  expected  .  her  dad  was  not  as  great  as  she  had  built  him  up  to  be  ,  after  all  ,  and  when  the  end  of  summer  came  ,  she  was  grateful  to  make  her  escape  to  miami  to  go  to  college  .
what  was  meant  to  be  four  years  studying  public  relations  became  a  journalism  major  .  she  had  become  obsessed  with  the  murders  ,  having  just  been  born  mere  months  before  they  started  and  never  really  caring  to  look  into  them  when  she  was  living  there  but  then  …  she  was  invested  .  she  read  every  article  ,  every  book  ,  listened  to  every  podcast  and  news  story  .  her  article  for  the  university  newspaper  on  the  topic  earned  her  student  journalism  award  .  other  unsolved  crimes  caught  her  interest  and  she  knew  to  pivot  in  order  to  maintain  a  semblance  of  a  potential  career  but  the  boogeyman  never  strayed  far  from  her  mind  .
following  high  school  ,  she  moved  to  new  york  ,  where  she  was  an  intern  at  a  prominent  newspaper  while  working  nights  as  bartender  at  an  even  more  prominent  strip  club  .  there  she  met  a  nice  french  gentleman  ,  who  appreciated  her  fluency  in  his  native  tongue  ,  and  offered  to  fund  her  life  if  she  became  his  “  special  ”  friend  .  who  was  she  to  say  no  to  such  a  lucrative  offer  ?  well  ,  she  would  have  been  a  smart  bitch  because  his  wife  a  well  respected  french  journalist  ,  with  plenty  of  new  york  ties  and  when  she  discovered  the  affair  ,  little  lissa  was  out  of  an  internship  and  any  new  job  prospects  .  even  the  club  wouldn't  hire  her  back  .
with  nothing  left  to  do  ,  other  than  go  live  with  her  dad  in  brighton  beach  ,  lissa  packed  her  things  and  returned  to  red  creek  ,  where  polly  was  a  lot  more  subdued  and  willing  to  let  her  stay  in  the  condo  her  husband  owned  in  town  .  it  was  a  dig  at  him  ,  forcing  him  to  find  somewhere  else  to  take  his  mistresses  .  after  she  damn  near  bleached  the  place  twice  ,  she  got  herself  two  jobs  and  began  to  re  -  evaluate  how  she  was  going  to  get  her  career  back  on  track  .
and  if  she  tries  to  gain  more  insight  into  the  murders  (  old  and  new  ?  )  ,  why  not  ,  ya  know  ?
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linkemon · 9 months ago
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Piece of wood on wheels (Hasegawa Ranga x Reader x Kyan Reki)
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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ. ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴀɴɢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴋɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ…
ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ' ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʀᴀɴɢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴀ). ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀɪꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ꜱᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. 2. ʙʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ (ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ). ɪ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ. 3. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪꜱᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ.
Ranga gained momentum and jumped into the air. The board flew with him. For a moment he felt as if he were traversing the Canadian snows again.
There was a clear sky above his head. He inhaled a breath of cold mountain air. Dark green branches lashed him as he was snowboarding. He didn't even avoid them. He scraped his cheek a little but it was nothing. The pain was gone in the cold. He'll deal with that later. Thick white snow was falling from the sky. It was lying on the hat and scarf. He brushed it off every time he came back upstairs but it soaked his jacket. His mother managed to scold him for this before she went to dinner. He should have joined her and dad but he still wanted to snowboard. Each time he told himself it would be the last time. He wasn't hungry. He still felt the pleasant warmth in his stomach from the hot chocolate he had recently drank. It was dark brown, aromatic and spiced with cinnamon. He also got double the amount of marshmallows. The lady at the café had always considered him her regular customer. Favourite drink made the afternoon even better. He was standing in line for the ski lift and reached out to catch a snowflake. Apparently they were unique. He strained his eyes, trying to see if the one he caught was really special. Against the background of the navy blue glove, he saw six arms. He couldn't judge...
— Hasegawa-kun!
He fell onto the concrete. The memory ended in a split second. He was in Japan. The board had wheels. It didn't run smoothly through the snow. It's not a snowboard.
— Are you all right? — Kyan shook his hand.
— I'm fine.
The kickflip didn't work out. Once again, he chose the wrong amount of force. The rotation should have been a full but he only completed three-quarters of it.
His right leg was throbbing in pain. He rested his entire weight on it when he fell. He will certainly start the weekend with a huge bruise.
— You're terribly distracted today. Dude, what's wrong with you?
The boy didn't know what to answer. His friend was right. All afternoon he thought about everything but preparing for the race. He should strive to be equal to Adam. This was what he had wanted all last week but today something was distracting him from thinking  about S.
Involuntarily he turned his head towards the distant bench. He passed by it every day. Its appearance was not encouraging. He had no doubt that there might have been more than one splinter hidden there. The paint was a nasty, dark yellow color. It was peeling off in patches. Plus a sick tree that is constantly shedding its leaves and flocks of ravens. Nobody wanted to sit in such a setting. Otherwise, the area was deserted. The former apartment blocks were demolished. Now there were only warehouses and an old skate park. Boards and roller skates took over this area a long time ago. That's what Joe told him once.
That's why he was so surprised by the girl reading the book. He hadn't seen a single person in this place since he came to town. He felt intrigued.
This did not escape Reki's attention.
— I see how things are going — he said with the air of an expert. — A girl caught your eye.
— Not at all! — Ranga turned his head. — I don't even know her.
He grabbed the skateboard and went back to training. He hoped that this would distract his friend from the topic. He felt heat on his face. He had been blushing since childhood. Some people thought it was cute but he didn't like how much his own body could betray him.
— I can tell — Kyan teased. — Her name is [Reader]-san. She comes here sometimes. She always sits in the same place and has a book with her. I'm not surprised you haven't seen her yet. The last time she was here was before you arrived. — He put his arm around him. — I got to know her but whenever I wanted to talk longer, she said she had to go...
Ranga knew how pushy the boy could be. His stubbornness exceeded healthy limits.
— How many times have you tried?
— Six or so. — He scratched his head.
— No wonder she hasn't been here for almost two months. — Hasegawa laughed.
It was a mistake. A familiar smile appeared on Reki's face. It portended trouble.
— Today will be the seventh. Lucky numbers don't lie. And besides, we'll go there together.
His friend tightened his grip around his neck. Thus he forced him to follow him. Protests and begging were in vain. He didn't manage to break free.
— Hi!
At the sound of a familiar voice, [Reader] closed her book.
— Hi! — she replied not very enthusiastically.
— Long time no see. I came to introduce you to my new friend. He recently moved here. [Reader]-san, this is Hasegawa Ranga. Hasegawa-kun, this is [Reader].
The boy bowed. He felt embarrassed. They interrupted the girl while reading. She didn't seem annoyed but she was definitely confused. Probably like him, she didn't like meeting new people.
— I read 'The North Wind,' too — he said, wanting to break the silence. — I liked the way it dealt with difficult topics. I didn't expect the ending at all.
The blue cover was eye-catching. He recognized it immediately.
— It's quite a niche title. — She looked at him with surprise.
— I'm from Canada.
The author of the book also came from there. She set the action in his native country. Accordingly, sales in the Maple Leaf Country were phenomenal.
He bought the book a few months ago. He didn't like this kind of entertainment but he needed something to occupy his mind. After the loss of his father, he sometimes wandered aimlessly around the house. He couldn't sit still. He didn't want his mother to worry, so he decided to try his hand at reading. He didn't read the pages at an alarming rate but the plot really captivated him. He didn't expect the secrets hidden by the main character at all and that was what fascinated him the most.
— Damn, Shadow's here. We should get going. — Kyan seemed really disappointed.
Apparently, he has already realized that another chance to deepen this acquaintance is gone.
There was another race that night. Higa promised to take them with him. They had to beg him to let them sit in his car at all. He cared for it more than he cared for his skateboard, even though it was a piece of junk. Strange sounds were coming from it, indicating that it was high time to visit a mechanic. Once it didn't even want to start. They almost missed S. They once tried to open a bag of chips quietly in the backseat. Hiromi went crazy and told them to vacuum up every last crumb. They wasted the entire afternoon.
— [Reader]-san, you should come over sometime to see how we skate.
— Guys, how long do I have to wait for you? — There was impatience in the driver's voice.
Reki moved ahead, trying to calm Shadow down.
— I'm sorry if we intruded — the words came out of Langa's mouth — and for my friend. Sometimes he can be pushy but he wants the best.
— Did you really think so? — She blinked in disbelief. — That I don't want to talk to you?
Now he really felt stupid. He assumed that was the case. He basically had nothing to prove it. It just seemed the most logical thing to do. Especially after what he heard earlier. After all, six times is enough to make it clear that you don't want to see someone.
— I know it looks weird but something really bothered me every time I tried to talk to Kyan-kun. I can't really explain it but I hope he doesn't mind...
— Of course not. — He tried to save the situation. — He'd be very happy if you came to the skate park.
— It's just that... ummm... He really likes to skate and I... I can't. Actually, I really don't like skateboards… — She looked at the ground.
— We can teach you. And even if not, just come and read on the bench next to it. We have better light than under this tree. — He smiled encouragingly.
Suddenly, a loud honk sounded in their ears.
— Are you coming with us or are you going alone?! — my friend shouted.
— I'm coming! — he shouted back. — I should get going. It was nice to meet you. — He turned to leave.
As he took a step, a silent question stopped him:
— Hasegawa-kun, do you love skateboarding?
He turned towards her and nodded.
— Why? — She clutched the book tightly.
The boy thought of that strange, mysterious feeling he felt every time he started skateboarding. He couldn't describe it in words. It wasn't just a wooden board with wheels. It was about something more.
— I was a bit like the heroine of North Wind... Lonely and lost. I thought the best was far behind me... but skateboarding showed me that wasn't true. It pulled me out of a black hole when I thought there was nothing for me. It rescued me. It gave me a friend, good memories and a new purpose. It's more than I could ever want.
Another loud honk from Higa's car signaled that he was pushing it.
— See you! — he said and ran towards the car.
He didn't see it but the girl stared at the skate park for a long time after he left.
***
Reki was very surprised to see [Reader] on a bench by the skatepark.
— Have you come to see how we fly? — he asked enthusiastically.
— Hasegawa-kun said there's better light for reading here. I came by to see if it was true. — She looked away.
Something slightly stung him. He knew this feeling. It was jealousy. Faint and inconspicuous but still. Deep down he told himself that he had a right. He tried to contact the girl many times. He invited her several times but she never came. And now all Ranga had to do was show up and it was a success. As if that wasn't enough, he was surpassing him in his favourite discipline. Just two months ago he was a novice. A total rookie. He couldn't even keep his balance on the board. Kyan became the teacher of a helpless friend. But now the student has surpassed the master. There was nothing new left for him to show him.
— We're going to practice. — Ranga smiled.
He did it naturally. As if he didn't have to think about this reaction at all.
— Look at us sometime! — Reki said.
His smile was different. Stuck to his face. Forced.
He began to wonder when they had switched roles. At what point did he stop being that fun guy, always ready to cheer someone up?
He gripped the board tightly, that worn-out piece of wood that had brought him so much joy. He installed special wheels himself. He looked at the surface covered with bright sprays. They recently renovated it together. A friend helped him choose colours and patterns. They spent a fun afternoon together in the garage.
He pushed hard with his left leg. He only knew one way to deal with problems — skating. His Grinds needed some refinement. He decided to focus on them but unwanted thoughts kept pushing into his head.
He didn't want to get angry at his friend. It would be rude to blame him for something he had no control over. Especially since he had been having fun with Hasegawa for a long time. They went to school together, spent time and talked about their common passion. In addition, they were connected by illegal racing. He couldn't remember the last time so many strange but good things had happened in his life.
Only recently had he been poisoned by thoughts of being inferior. He tried to explain to himself that it was only in this one aspect. After all, he couldn't beat someone's talent with hard work alone. No matter how hard he tried, it became clear that Hasegawa would be one step ahead of him in skateboarding.
But now it seemed like another thing he cared about was being taken away.
He quickly reprimanded himself for these words. Thinking about girls objectively was inappropriate. It made him feel even worse.
He tried to repeat Benihana again. Fingers slipped off the edge of the board. He desperately tried to make it but instead of a stable surface, his foot hit the air. It seemed to him that everything around him froze for a moment. It was as if time stopped for a split second. Immediately afterwards, he fell onto the hard concrete.
— Shit — he muttered quietly.
— Everything's all right? — Ranga shouted.
— I'ts cool!
[Reader] put her book down on the bench, took her bag and walked over to him.
— Does it hurt a lot? — She crouched down.
— It's nothing. A skater without bruises is like a soldier without a gun.
She snorted quietly, trying to hide it with her hand.
It wasn't the first or last time he hurt himself. Sports were associated with injuries. From an early age he was accustomed to scratches and wounds.
He twisted his head back with all his might, trying to see what condition his right arm was in. Some blood and dirt but otherwise everything seemed fine.
— I can patch it up if you want. — She grabbed her bag.
— Wouldn't you rather watch Hasegawa-kun skate? — The sarcastic comment left his mouth before he could stop himself.
[Reader] blinked a few times.
He felt stupid. What's been going on with him lately? He was fed up with himself.
— Sorry. Forget I said anything.
— That's okay. — She took out a bottle, gauze and a bandage.
— Do you have a whole first aid kit inside? — He looked at it all with wide eyes.
He sometimes saw girls carrying plasters with them. Usually in case your feet get chafed by high heels. He wondered why they were doing this to themselves. They might look nice but he wouldn't trade his comfortable, worn-out sneakers for high heels.
However, it was much more than the average contents of the bag.
— It's because... I'm clumsy. You know... I fall a lot and stuff like that — she said quietly.
— Is that why you wear long sleeves even in the summer?
He hadn't even realized he had noticed it before. He had looked in her direction far too often over the last few months.
— Yes but... never mind — she said.
[Reader] soaked the gauze. She gently grabbed his hand and began to wash the red spot.
— Ouch! — He got away.
— It must sting a little.
— It hurts. I thought you had Octenisept or something. Maybe we'll leave it as it is? — he suggested, feeling tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
She looked at him scoldingly. He felt like a little child.
— Hydrogen peroxide is cheaper. Why spend money unnecessarily? — She shrugged. — Let me finish this, otherwise it will get infected.
So he endured the unpleasant feeling. He didn't hiss once. He didn't want to seem like a terrible wimp.
[Reader] handled the dressing efficiently. She must have had a lot of experience.
— I have to go back or I'll be late. — She looked nervously at her watch.
Kyan noticed that it looked quite old. The model was definitely from last decade. This intrigued him. Is she following some strange fashion? But he had never seen her dressed in anything particularly special before. She usually wore her school uniform or a comfortable sweatshirt and pants. So he concluded that the item probably had some sentimental value.
— About that question from earlier… — She hesitated, as if she wasn't entirely sure whether she should answer. — Hasegawa-kun skates well but I think you enjoy it more. I wanted to see if a board could actually bring joy to someone. When I look at you, I think it's really possible.
She left him with these words and a bandaged arm. From that moment until the evening, every trick was perfect.
***
— You should try it! — Reki insisted.
He still didn't really know how he should feel about his skateboarding. But that didn't mean he would stop encouraging others to try. Especially since [Reader] didn't seem like enough competition to undermine his self-esteem even more.
— I don't know...
The girl looked at the board uncertainly. She promised herself so many times that she would stay away from the hated sport. However, it found her, even though she wanted to hide from it all her life.
— I'll hold your hand the whole time if you're scared. — He grinned.
— Maybe it would be better — Hasegawa emphasized — if I held her hand. When I was learning, he also promised me that it would be safe. Guess what happened next...
— He let you go and you hit the ground?
— Exactly. — He looked reprimandingly at the teacher.
— I wouldn't let her go — Kyan said back. — Anyway it doesn't matter. I can always belay.
The mention of how he had helped  his friend's courage made him feel a little ashamed. He had various ideas came to him on the spur of the moment. It was true that he planned to make the student independent a little too quickly but he did not want to harm him. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. He never expected them to come back to this topic, especially now.
Ultimately, [Reader] was convinced. At first she wobbled slightly but it soon turned out that neither a hand nor securing the back was needed. She didn't fall even once. Ranga saw nothing strange about it. After all, despite his talent, he had only recently started working on the subject. Reki, however, was different.
— You've never skated before? — He asked.
The girl looked away and got off the board.
— Maybe a long time ago, when I was a child. I don't remember — she mumbled.
He felt that this was not the complete answer. Not entirely a lie but not honesty either. But who was he to demand the whole truth?
— I guess that's enough for today — he said, wanting to cut the topic short. — Beautiful girls shouldn't have sore muscles...
He felt like an idiot. He felt as if his brain had stopped working for a moment. Or worse yet, it disappeared. Such texts were served in films, not in real life. Even if he thought she was beautiful. What if she thinks he's being pushy? Or that he only sees beauty in her? And she won't want to come to the skate park anymore... How do you apologize for such things? Is it possible that he's about to have a heart attack?
He felt as if his thoughts were flying through his head at the speed of a speeding skateboard. He couldn't utter a single word. Now he was sure that he had switched roles with Hasegawa. After all, Reki always knew what to say. It doesn't matter if it was a teacher at school where he was driving illegally, or Adam during a race. And now he was stunned.
She blinked three times before realizing what he said. He knew because he counted. The moment seemed to drag on mercilessly.
— Nobody... has ever...
He wanted to sink into the ground. He even considered taking his skateboard and running off to the nearest street.
—...told me I looked beautiful. Thanks, Kyan-kun. — She smiled shyly.
The joy and relief after these words were comparable to winning in S.
***
Ranga passed red, orange and yellow trees planted along the sidewalk. The sun rose lazily in the cool, crisp air. The morning was going to be cold. Fortunately, he took his jacket from home. He looked to the side. Neighbours were cleaning their lawns. This reminded him that he had promised to help his mother when he returned home. Autumn in Japan looked beautiful but nothing will clean itself up. A few lone, dry leaves flew past his head.
He was driving to school, reading a book. On one hand, he was afraid of being fined but on the other, he got so into it that he couldn't stop. He hoped he would be able to finish the chapter in class. The teacher was slow. Maybe if he hides the novel behind the cover of a textbook, he will somehow succeed. [Reader] gave him this advice. After all, it was thanks to her that he found pleasure in his new activity. He wanted to go out with her sometime in the afternoon. However, he was aware that it would be a good idea to invite Reki. The three of them usually spent time together and it became so common that they almost never saw each other in a different lineup. Lately, he's been having thoughts about what it would be like to see a girl alone. Would it be like betraying a friend? He wasn't blind enough to not see the interest Kyan was showing in her. There was something in the air. But why would he give up a potential opportunity? In the end, no official statement was made from either side. [Reader] might as well not have been interested in his friend in that way.
He yawned. At Japanese lesson, he will definitely be a zombie. He just hoped he wouldn't fall asleep. Yesterday he helped prepare a birthday present until late.
He found a dedication in the book he borrowed from the girl. The date made it clear that the holiday was today. They didn't have much time. So he and a friend rolled up their sleeves and decided to make a skateboard for her. She didn't want to buy her own because she said it was a waste of money. Borrowing wasn't an ideal solution either because someone always had to sit. They needed something more to ride as a three. So Reki put all his technical know-how together and happily began assembling the pieces he ordered online and purchased from Dope Sketch. They begged Oke-san for a discount. He gave it, although with a heavy heart. Hasegawa couldn't help with the building, so he started decorating. He designed a pattern on a piece of paper and then sprays and stickers were used. He even managed to find a few themes related to the books she told him about. He hoped it would make her feel more like the board belonged to her. After all, individualism was an important part of skateboarding.
Finally, they found an unused box in the garage and put the work inside. By the time they wrapped it in paper, it was already three a.m. Ranga had to be saved by coffee in partnership with an energy drink in the morning but he did not regret it. He hoped that the work would pay off and he would soon see a happy birthday girl.
***
Hasegawa had the gift under his arm and wondered if he looked weird skating with it. Mainly because people looked at him with interest. However, it was more likely that it was his unusual beauty that attracted attention. He was often mistaken for a tourist. It was also often assumed that he could not speak Japanese.
His friend was whizzing past him. He performed tricks every now and then. He wasn't surprised. The ride itself got boring quite quickly. Plus, Kyan was bursting with energy. He could see how much he was looking forward to the surprise reveal. He was also overexcited. Unfortunately, instead of handing over the package, they wandered around an unknown area.
[Reader] wrote that she wouldn't be able to come to the skate park today. So they decided to come to her house. Only then did they realize that they didn't know the exact address. The girl didn't reply to any messages, so they took matters into their own hands (or rather, feet). They headed towards the housing estate she had once mentioned. They asked people in the area, hoping someone would point them to a suitable apartment.
The milkman brought them happiness. The old man had the best years of his life behind him. Gray, bearded and wrinkled, he pushed forward tirelessly. His hunched back showed how many years he had been riding a bicycle with a trailer. They lined up with him.
— [Reader]? I know them. — They never buy from me — he muttered. They live this way, two blocks from here. Quite a big house, you definitely won't miss it.
They thanked him. They were tired of wandering around in unfamiliar territory. As a token of gratitude, each of them bought a bottle of a white, still cool drink.
They texted [Reader] that they would be over soon. They hoped that she would read it and come out to meet them.
They followed the instructions they received. The man was right. There was no mistaking the buildings. Although the house was small, it stood out from the others. The gate was richly decorated. There were bushes in the garden, shaped strangely. Even the paving stones looked like an expensive mosaic. A decorative wreath of colourful flowers was hung on the door. Instead of a bell, they found an old-fashioned knocker. Without thinking, they grabbed the boards under their arms and knocked.
— Hey, are we singing for she’s a jolly good fellow? — Ranga whispered.
He didn't have time to receive an answer.
A tall and slim woman appeared in the doorway. She tied her dark hair in a distinguished bun. An elegant purple dress billowed behind her as the autumn air flowed into the hallway. The only thing spoiling her appearance was her aquiline nose, giving her face a stern expression. She looked at them suspiciously.
— Good morning. Mrs. [Reader]? — Reki made sure.
— That's right — she nodded. — But I don't want to buy anything from you — she grumbled, looking around the box. — I already have pots, vacuum cleaners, juicer... — she started to list.
— You misunderstood us. We are looking for our friend — [Reader].
He described her appearance in hopes that it would help.
— My niece? — The tone of voice changed immediately. She became even colder than when she started. — She sent you to get money? — She laughed hysterically. — You can tell her and my brother that they won't get a penny from me! He deserved everything. He didn't have to get drunk. I always told him that his damn sport wouldn't do him any good but why listen to your older sister? He ruined his life and destroyed his family...
They didn't know what to do with themselves. They were sure it was about their friend. But what exactly was this woman talking about? It was inappropriate to interrupt her. They couldn't leave either, having gotten themselves into this strange situation. So they stood there, listening to the tirade.
Hasegawa felt like they shouldn't be here at all right now. It all sounded like a family affair and they weren't part of it. He was about to say goodbye when [Reader] appeared behind him. Apparently she finally read the message. She ran out of one of the neighbouring houses. Compared to the mansion they stood in front of, the building looked repulsive.
— What are you doing here? — There was horror in her eyes.
Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. She clumsily tried to wipe them with the sleeve of her old, worn-out sweater.
She came running, hoping that she would somehow manage to get the boys out of the area. However, it was too late. Her aunt said what she wanted. The truth came to light. There was nothing to cover up. Especially since the red mark from the impact was still visible on his cheek. Stories about falling down stairs or tripping on the road will not help.
— Come back here! — Mr. [Reader]'s scream echoed throughout the road.
He was staggering. He held cheap wine in his hand. The remnants of the red liquid danced in the bottle with each unsteady step.
This sight was nothing new. Her biggest regret was that her friends had to watch it. There was a reason she stayed away from people. Because of her father, no one wanted to associate with someone like her.
Ranga was stunned for a moment. He felt like he was watching a movie. It was hard for him to believe that he was witnessing this whole situation. He was aware that such things happened to people. However, the whole idea was unrealistic because he had never experienced it. And now it turned out that someone around him was a victim and it turned everything he knew up to now upside down.
Every bruise and wound took on significance. Carrying a first aid kit for emergencies was a must. He understood why the girl spent so much time away from home. Escaping into the world of books was the only way out. It also occurred to him that he had never seen her in the company of her friends or acquaintances. Suddenly canceling meetings for strange reasons finally made sense. The antipathy towards the board didn't come out of nowhere either.
When he realized that the father was going to raise his hand against his daughter, he stood in his way. He felt a rush of adrenaline. His body moved on impulse. Kyan did exactly the same. The gift box took the brunt of the impact. Then he only remembered a mixture of screams, a struggle and a call to the police. When the officer arrived, he was still in shock but relieved.
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— That's funny — [Reader] said. — Failing at skateboarding destroyed my father, so I learned to hate it. And now a skateboard saved me.
She looked at the piece of wood on wheels under her feet. It seemed that she would like this sport as much as reading.
— Are you sure you want to stay with your aunt? I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind if you stayed with us for a while. — Hasegawa adjusted his leg position.
— I don't know what exactly touched my aunt. Maybe she just felt stupid that strangers defended me and my family didn't do anything. Anyway... — She tried to jump up, keeping her balance. — We talked for a long time about everything. I can stay there. Now that they have issued me with a blue card, things should be calmer.
— We'll see to that — Ranga said.
— Let's not talk about it for now. Today I just want to skate.
Tomorrow she was going to see a psychologist. There was no way to prepare for this. She was afraid of it but she also had hope.
She took a deep breath of cool air. The world looked completely different in the rush. The colours blurred in her eyes. She wanted to forget about everything for a moment. Not having to worry about the past. Some old thoughts lurked in the back of her mind. About the fact that there may be a great unknown at home — apparent order or wild madness. So that she had to meekly stay out of people's way. Just in case. Now the financial problems were finally no longer on her shoulders and she felt strangely about it. She didn't have to wonder how she was going to pay the next month's rent. She even got pocket money. She was still afraid to spend it as if it would become necessary in a moment. Sleep became strangely peaceful. So much so that sometimes she couldn't even go to bed. She no longer went to sleep to the accompaniment of screams alternating with apologies and false promises of a better tomorrow. She knew the present was normal but she still couldn't fully accept it. It was impossible to suddenly erase years of violence, alcohol and pain. But she was going to try.
She looked at the guys skating next to her. She believed that everything would work out with them by her side.
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Jus headcanons for miles!1610 and 42 personally.
MILES MORALES
•Firm believer that this dude will 100% teach you how to draw and speak spanish just cause why not? Its something important to him so you should atleast knows the basic. It doesnt matter if it sucks he just likes you beeing involved.
"Your doing great , amor"
"Why do you lie to yourself?" *u having a stickman version of him with horribel maker stains*
"IT'S PERFECT"
●When the two of you first meet it was so emberassing like he just tripped and fell into a trash can or fell to you in a flight of stairs and you guys going to the nurse together cause u both dumb fucks to weak to get up on your own.
"SHIT"
"THE FUCK MAN I CANT FEEL MY ASS!"
"SORRY!"
*Both of you stumbling to go to the nurse
"Look man sorry about me falling onto you"
"My spine is burning"
"How about I make it up to you? How about free lunch ?"
"Acceptable "
●He has a ninja Turtle collection and will never show you but you find it somehow. Also like the pinky holding thing instead of actual handholding.
MILES G.
●He did actually acknowledge you two were dating for the past 2 months. Like yall go hang out alone weekly and its something new everytime . Pottery class , roller skating , baking together , sneaking into abounded warehouses , and such . It was emberassing how he was "first" to move.
"Hey , do you like me?"
"We've been dating for almost 3 months, miles"
"Oh fuck rlly?"
"How the fuck did you not notice?!"
"So you like me"
●This boy was so cold to you like colder than russia winter solice . When the two of you started he just wanted to feel less lonely and you delivered . He honestly doesnt know how to express how he feels but he does try sadly those attemps are not always fruitile.
●Hus denail is backpack full of bricks . Like you saying how much you appreciet and love his time gets him out of control of voice. Am I really fit to be in a relationship?Should I even be in one with someone as good as her? What if you get hurt or killed because of him? What if you leave him? God he cannot handle the heart break . Please be kind and stay kind.
●There was a time where he called you to just say he saw you cheating in his dream and you in 2:00 am confuse be like wtf and he starts having his voice crack on how you "cheat" in his dream in full detail.
"You left with another person from the mall you guys were hand holding , kissing , sharing drinks , a-and they even w-wiped your f-face...with their h-h-hand"
"Miles , do you just wanna do all those things?"
• He likes the pinky holding instead of hand becuase he is a coward with PDA but that doesnt mean he will not beat people up for him to prove he loves you.
●Has a secret stuffie collection that was given to his dad when he was a toddler.
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