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f33itan · 4 years ago

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So uh i'm going to Disneyworld again for like the 5th and 6th time soemfuedifnek rich rich with each parent individually and were even going to the same exact parks LMAO one time in April one time in May, but yeah this is me coming at myself specifically.

Also the reader in this may or may not be scared of rides... uh yeah sorry strong willed people

Feitan + Inosuke at Disneyworld with their s/o!

this includes various rides from multiple parks so uh yeah look them up if u want

Feitan

Okay, He's genuinely CONFUSED

Like, wtf, kiddy rides, a bunch of food, happy music and happy people?

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST BRING HIM TOO

I'm gonna say you made him go to Disney's Hollywood Studios, got the biggest ride.

So right on entry you got him a map because he's gonna be complaining, and you brought him straight over to Toy Story Land.

You tell him to try and enjoy it somewhat, and he half ass tries.

You're pulling him along into the Slinky's Dog Dash ride and he's like "Why the fuck, we have to wait? Lets just, cut all these, stupid assholes."

"DISNEY PEOPLE ARE NOT A-HOLES FEITAN, AND DON'T SAY THAT HERE THERE'S KIDS AROUND!!"

But anyways he somehow 1. convinced you to cut everybody and 2. they let you both bc they were scared of your boyfriend. Win win I guess? He did it without killing anybody.

He was about to just walk into the first row but you convinced him to sit in the back.

"Why?"

"You feel the most in the back."

He actually, maybe, partially, kind of enjoyed this ride, but you could see the little grin on his face once the actual ride started. He was disappointed on how quick it ended though. He enjoyed hearing the children scream, even if it wasn't out of sadness and fear.

After exploring the map he pointed at Rock N' Roller Coaster, which happened to be one of the rides your my scared ass preferred.

While explaining to him how this ride went he was already walking towards the line, which was a bit long but moved smoothly.

You went to buy a Disney Pickle which you claim are the best ones, in which they are.

"You have, a pickle, at home-"

"NO"

He enjoyed this ride as it actually gave him somewhat of a thrill, and he acted like the picture looked stupid, but he was already forwarding it to Shalnark so he could print it in the best resolution.

The rest of the rides you two went on were the bit of somewhat big rides there were, he refused to get on any of the kiddy rides.

He saw you riding them alone and happy though, and he kinda felt left out so he eventually tagged along.

He somewhat enjoyed Star Tours, the shaking seats and 3D glasses were pretty cool, but he almost killed the workers on Star Wars: Rise of the Resistance. I mean, they were trying to tell him what to do!

You had to let him know that they were acting, and honestly if you weren't there Disney would have had it's first massacre.

The ride he favored most was the Hollywood Tower of Terror, which you skipped out on.

He was a bit sad you wouldn't go with him, but he knew you were a chicken and didn't force you.

The picture was amazing

HE WAS SMILING

He thought you didn't get the photo but since you purchased the tickets and shit, you knew how to get it from the code and website.

You also forwarded it to Shalnark to print in the best resolution.

Inosuke

Inosuke? Themepark? Loud Noises? Lots of people?

Oh no

Okay, this could go 1 of 2 ways:

1: He's running around everywhere, investigating everything, you gotta put a leash backpack on him.

2: He's clinging to you very tightly, frightened about everything going on, you gotta calm him down.

Regardless he eventually chilled out and somewhat calmed down.

But you get an automatic reward, YOU GOT HIM TO WEAR A SHIRT

You told him that the whole world would cower in fear of the great Inosuke if he didn't and he believed that.

Him being him he wanted to get on every single ride big or small super speedy super quick, but you told him you both had to eat first

Which he did, very quickly.

He liked the food at least, but he didn't eat it in the best matter.

I don't think you eat ________ by shoving big chunks into your mouth as quick as you can.

At some point during the trip he wandered off and you had to find him.

Oh and did I mention you guys went to Animal Kingdom? He picked it out actually.

After eating he fed some food to the white birds walking around he changed his mind and wanted to go see the animals, which you obliged, actually happy that he wanted to go do that first, you didn't want him to vomit on a ride.

He enjoyed seeing all of the animals but always claimed he could beat them in a fight, with this a gorilla charged at him and bumped hard into the glass, Inosuke jumped to you as he got scared.

He pulled you away quickly saying that "Oh if we got into a fight the backlash would hurt all of the bystanders" so um yeah

He still wanted to see some animals so you guys went on the safari ride, and he liked the fact that none of the animals were trapped.

The first ride you guys went on was the immersive Avatar ride.

Oh boy.

This gremlin man was looking at anything and everything, amazed by the floating islands and all of the glow in the dark stuff, but this led him to be constantly running back and forth accidentally cutting people along the way, but honestly they didn't tell you anything. The majority of them saw how you were attempting to handle Ino, and they already felt bad for you.

But the ride- shit.

He loved it, but was confused.

"How did it move up and down?" "Why were those things clamped onto my torso and shit?" "Why did it tickle my stomach with that transfer thingy?" "WHY THE FUCK DID IT SPRAY WATER ON ME?!"

You clonked him on the head, "NO. CURSING. HERE."

Next he wanted to go on Expedition Everest, but you convinced him that the line was too long.

Man, he believes everything you say, please treat this boar well.

You both got some snacks to go and he was somehow eating them calmly, more or less taking in everything around him.

You pulled out your phone and slowly raised it up to get a picture of the great Inosuke happy, and somehow you did.

He looks so precious.

But, that calmness had to end, and it did when you guys passed by a store.

He begged you to buy the both of you matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse ears.

He wears them religiously.

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hains-mae · 4 years ago

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Flowers - Pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (end)

(Damian x Reader) Soulmate AU

Rating: T

Ages: Damian and you are 16, everyone’s ages follow after.

Summary: Soulmate AU where the wounds on your soulmate turns into a flower tattoo on your skin, if it heals with no scars the tattoo goes away, if it heals with a scar then the tattoo stays.

It just got worse.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC. If I did, I wouldn’t make it as confusing as it is now.

The convention hall was huge. The lights shone brightly at the many innovative inventions made by the young minds of Gotham City. the entire city was invited to participate after all. As Wayne Enterprise made the whole event international, we had guests from all over the globe looking for potential students to take under their wing. Rumour has it that everyone on the guest list was hand picked by the man, Bruce Wayne, himself.

I looked around in a daze as I clutched the metal briefcase that held my project.

Running in an hour or two of sleep and caffein, I made my way through the growing crowd. Finally I was able to locate my designated table, a small booth in the chemistry section. I made quick work on unpacking the projector and placed it square on a folding table. It would play the presentation of what my project was about and all the necessary details to explain the chemical compounds and a quick scanned blueprint.

“I feel so nervous.” I mumbled to no one in particular.

Then placing a black cloth on the table as my workspace, I made sure to put the specifically designed gun carefully on a stand that I had quickly melded together. The projectiles rested in the container. Only two remained. I stared at it for a while as the scene of that fateful night replayed in my head.

I had found my soulmate.

Which was good.

He was Robin.

Which was bad.

There was a chance he could be Damian Wayne.

Which was worse.

This relationship was doomed from the start. My soulmate was a freaking vigilante! He was running around at night, putting his life in danger. Death was a constant in my mind after that. Knowing that one day I might loose him. It was a weird thing, this soulmate bond that we shared. Somehow meeting him solidified his existence in my life. Now every time I received another flower on my skin I would know what might’ve caused it. Worry started to form in my gut as I thought about the bullet wound in his shoulder.

I shook my head to get any more lingering thoughts out as I willed myself to focus on the task at hand. I needed to get my head in the game.

Pulling the beakers and flasks out as carefully as I could, I placed them each on the other side of the table. I filled them with their chemicals and started the burner. I had wanted to show them the process as a prototype. I doubted anybody here wanted to be encased in rock.

I was so deep in thought as I mindlessly tinkered around to keep my hands busy that I didn’t even realise a figure standing before me until he cleared his throat.

Looking up from my notes my eyes grew wide.

Mr. Bruce Wayne, owner and CEO of the Wayne Enterprises was standing at my table. He had a charming smile plastered on his face.

“My, what an interesting piece we have here. Don’t you agree Damian?” His voice was calm and even.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“I do, father.” He agreed. His eyes caught mine, and all I could do was stare into his green orbs.

“Oh forgive me.” Mr. Wayne chuckled and held out his hand. “Bruce Wayne.”

I returned the gesture and shook his hand telling him my own name.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He said. “And this is my son, Damian.”

“We met.” He said simply, but still took my hand and shook it.

“I’m really interested in your work.” Mr. Wayne continued. “I’d like to come back after I make the opening speech.”

“Of course.” I plastered on the best smile I could muster.

It wasn’t too long after that when Mr. Wayne came back, but this time he had an entourage. To his right he had his sons, all 4 of them. They were exactly as the magazines showed and described them to be. Each one was dashing. I didn’t know much about them, but hearing their names tossed around every day in school made me involuntarily learn anyway.

Richard, the eldest had a polite smile and kind blue eyes. They were warm in a comforting way and his manners were that of a well bred socialite. He waved at some of the students and nodded at a few of the adults he passed.

The one beside him was Jason, his cold glare could strike fear into anyone’s hearts. Especially when he is backed up with high status and money. No one dared mess with him. But even I had to admit there was a certain charm to his features, he had a bad boy kind of vibe.

Tim was next, walking just a few steps ahead of his older brothers. His nose was buried in an iPad and his fingers were flying through the screen at top speed. He was just a few years older than me, and I’ve actually seen him around the campus before, but I never met him.

Lastly, Damian. He stole a glance at me as they walked towards my table and turned to Tim, mumbling something before looking ahead.

To Mr. Wayne’s left were two well renowned chemists that I personally follow. Their works and research papers were incredible, it was actually the basis of my own invention. Instantly the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around.

After introductions were made, I presented my work and did a sample test before leading their attention to the finished product which were the glowing orbs.

“And what inspired you to create such an invention?” Mr. Wayne inquired.

“I just wanted to help.” I said truthfully. “We’re aware of the crimes around our city, and I thought it would make the job of catching the criminals easier.”

“And it will.” He smiled. “I’d like to offer you an internship in my company. And if you wouldn’t mind, a mentorship with my two top scientists there.”

“It would be an honour!”

This had to be the greatest moment of my life. For the first time that day I felt my mood get better.

The rest of the days passed on in a blur. My invention was one of the top picked topics in the scene, much to my pleasure, and the interview for the internships and mentorships went well. I honestly couldn’t ask for more.

Mr. Wayne’s secretary handed me, and a couple of other students he scouted, a form to fill out and sign. Our parents/legal guardians were immediately informed and the school assured them before any action is taken they will be holding another meeting. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Many of us were able to grab great opportunities, both in and out of the cities.

I looked around and saw all the doors opening up for the next generation in Gotham. Happy smiles and excited chatter filled the room. Promises of a greater future were announced. I realised, this was probably history in the making. This would be where everything turns around for the better. I might sound overly sentimental, and perhaps a tad bit exaggerated, but I was feeling hopeful.

The interviews were over, and after the last of them had been held, the announcement came to remind us of the upcoming gala. We had an entire day to prepare – “Therefore, use it wisely.” Our professor advised.

Many of the girls had rushed out in groups (with a teacher chaperone) as they headed towards the fancy boutiques and malls. I on the other hand decided to be practical. My roommate and a couple of friends that I had made during my stay, required it be essential that I tag along with them. I was peer pressured (and I say that lightly), but it felt good to explore the city without the danger.

“Oh my god I just saw the Wayne brothers!” Someone squealed at the store front that we were in.

“What? No way! Where?” Another piqued.

We heard the teacher sigh and ask us not to make a scene since we were in public. I felt myself tense at the thought of him and his green eyes.

“They’re heading this way!”

I dove behind one of the clothing hangers and hid as best as I could. Good lord, is this some kind of drama series? My new friends sputtered out a greeting as I imagined them walking by, and all I could do was concentrate on not self-combusting.

“Y/n?”

My eyes darted up from the spot on the floor that I was staring at. I didn’t want to come out, but the longer I stayed behind the wall of clothes, the more embarrassed I became. With a defeated sigh, I walked out.

“H-hey.” I waved lamely.

“What were you doing behind the clothes rack?” Damian cocked a brow at me.

“I was looking at it, kinda the reason I came here.” I said, not really meaning to sound defensive but it came out that way anyway, and I already wanted to take it back.

“You’re that girl with the blue marbles.” The eldest said smiling broadly. “Y/n L/n, right?”

I nodded meekly.

Dick smirked and went back to his smoothie.

“The one Damian wouldn’t shut up about?” Jason teased wickedly. I felt my blood rise up to my face.

Damian kicked him behind his knees which only made the man laugh.

“You know better than to tease.” Tim rolled his eyes at his brothers antics. “You’re embarrassing him in front of his crush.”

I just wished the floor would swallow me whole right now.

Tim immediately hid behind Dick and the laughter was nearly uncontrollable from his brothers. Damian was currently fuming, and tomato red in the face.

“I’m going to kill you Drake.” He said through clenched teeth.

Dick groaned. “Cant you guys behave?” He strolled over to me and tapped my shoulder lightly. “You’re embarrassing y/n.”

“Sorry, it was just meant for lil-D over here.” Jason apologised.

“Alright boys, that’s enough.” The teacher called out. “We’ve got a schedule to follow. I’ll have to cut this meeting short.” She was right, and I was so thankful at the moment that we did.

Dick apologised again, and pushed his brothers to move along. As soon as they were out of earshot the girls bombarded me with questions, demanding they know the details. There wasn’t anything to tell, since I’ve only known them as long as the length of this trip, but they didn’t let the subject go. I thanked my lucky stars that the rumours I heard about the boys and their fanatic fangirls did not exist in the group I was in. They had gushed about how lucky I was to catch their eye – I really wish they didn’t – and how amazing it must be for them to hold an interest in me – I honestly could care less. But girls being girls, I had to let them be.

The evening of the gala arrived faster than I anticipated, and true to their promise, the girls had all squeezed themselves into my room.

“You guys really don’t have to do this.” I said, slightly exasperated.

“Nonsense.” They quipped back. “We’re all going to look fabulous and make a great impression.”

They rolled out their brush pouches and stacked their make up on the vanity table. I eyed it all wearily.

Sometimes I had to hand it them, females can be terrifying when they need to be.

“Do you think this will be it?” One of them asked out of the blue. “Is this what is going to turn this city around.”

“I hope so. Thing’s are getting worse around Gotham, if this works, we can secure a safer future.”

“Look at us sounding diplomatic.” We laughed at that.

“I think it’ll work out.” I told them with an air of confidence. I saw the looks everyone had at the gatherings. It wasn’t just hope. There was a sense of motivation. An active decision in every one of them that wanted to strive for more. It was encouraging and empowering.

We all shared a unanimous agreement and continued on preparing.

I wasn’t joking when I said I would be practical. I pulled out one of my mothers old gowns from a battered box that was hidden deep under my suitcase. It was off white, with a few hints of lavender and creamy grey. The dress was long-sleeved, made with loose and flowy material. The collar tapered upwards and into a modest keyhole neckline. On my waist rested a silver strap embezzled with crystals. It’s length reached the floor and the slightest movement swayed in the wind. It made me look like I was floating.

As we made our way to the entrance of the gala, men in black suit tailcoats took our coats and opened the grand doors. I was in shock at the beauty of the room.

The entire ceiling look painted on by Michelangelo, in between hung massive sparkling chandeliers. The windows were from ceiling to floor and draped in expensive red velvet curtains. I gazed in awe at the marbled floor that were polished so well we could see our reflection from it.

Light music hummed tastefully in the air as my friends were whisked off by the boys for a dance.

“Y/n!” A savvy voice called out from across the crowd. Turning around I found the Wayne brothers around a table. I managed a wave.

They waved back and invited me over. How could I refuse? Steeling my nerves, I walked towards them.

“Good evening.” I said politely.

“You look stunning.” Dick complimented. Beside him was a woman with incredibly dazzling red hair, it almost looked like it was on fire. Her bright smile reached up to her green eyes. “This is Kory. Kory Anders. Kory, Y/n.”

She stood up tall and shook my outstretched hand.

“Pleasure.” I said as I introduced myself.

“It is glorious to finally meet you.” She said. “I have heard many things.”

I noted her slight accent and choice of words. She must’ve come from another country.

“All good I hope.” I chuckled nervously.

Her smile only widened. “You need not worry.”

��Would you like to sit with us?” Tim offered.

I looked across the dance hall and saw that my friends were already at their own table. I accepted it and sat down at the last seat which was available, and as fate would have it, it was next to Damian.

When I moved to take my place, his perfume infiltrated my senses, leaving me slightly light headed. I pushed my qualms away not wanting to look rude.

“Hello again.” I spoke to him.

Damian nodded, his expression unreadable.

We made small talk, and discussed about the what I should be expecting when I started working at their fathers’ company. They gave me the basic ropes and tried to ease the pressure away.

Then the topic moved to my invention. I told them how I actually got the idea from my dad, they found it honourable in a way. I felt a sense of pride blossom.

Jokes went around as the food was being served. I quickly learnt Dick had the worst case of pun-overdrive, yet it still had me giggling because of how bad it was. Jason was not any better at his come backs to his brothers play on words. They made quiet the duo. Kory laughed heartily between them. Tim and Damian were taking turns lightly jabbing one another, it was almost endearing. As I looked at them from where I sat I couldn’t help but miss the simpler times my family and I shared.

The melody from the band took a slow turn and I saw Dick stand up.

“May I have this dance?” He offered his hand to Kory and exaggerated a bow.

“I would be delighted.” She giggled and let herself be swept onto the dance floor.

I watched as they danced to a slow waltz. Her hands were on his neck as his was kept firmly on the small of her back. They looked lovely together.

“That’s my cue.” Jason spoke up, his eyes gazing the crowd for what I assume was a possible dance partner.

Tim followed shortly behind, but not without leaving us with a wink and tap on his nose.

Damian cleared his throat, breaking my reverie.

He stood and offered his hand. “Would you like to dance?”

I blinked at him, surprised that he actually asked. I gingerly put my hand on his and nodded.

He expertly sashayed us to the middle and twirled me around before moving us to the rhythm of the music.

“You’re good.” I should’ve known he was a skilled dancer.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He replied.

His scent was overwhelming, especially being this close to him. I reminded myself that his boy could very well be Robin.

Robin, the vigilante. I sighed inwardly. How could I have forgotten? But if he was then… My hand that was on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly as I remembered the gun shot.

“Is everything okay?” Damian asked, squeezing my hand.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I lied. The urge to just ask him never felt so powerful until this moment.

It’s not your place to know. I scolded myself for being presumptuous. This could all have been a big misunderstanding on my part, and I could very well upset him if I asked, not to mention embarrass myself. It wasn’t that I wanted to pry, but the bond I shared with my soulmate only seemed to strengthen these past few days. It drew us closer but I couldn’t begin to explain how. You hugged him, you hugged a stranger – that is a mystery in itself, my inner muse stated.

But then the question of the day was; if he was aware of who I was. There was no way he could possibly tell, there was no proof except for the time I cried out in pain when he got shot. Then again, anyone would’ve screamed if they witnessed that.

I settled with the verdict that he most likely doesn’t know.

“I’d like to apologise about yesterday.” Damian said, sounding solemn. “My brothers have been a thorn to my side ever since I could remember.”

I laughed. “It was embarrassing, but I forgive you, and your brothers.” He visibly relaxed. “It felt like I was reliving some old memories.”

“Do you have siblings as well?”

I shook my head. “No, but it would be nice to. Unfortunately right now it’s just me and my mom. It gets a little lonely but we manage.”

Damian let out a quiet ‘oh’ before lapsing into silence again. I didn’t want to kill the mood so I quickly thought of what to say to keep the conversation going.

“So what about you?” I asked. “I mean, anything you’re comfortable sharing of course.”

The boy sighed and looked up to think before answering.

“I like to paint.” He said. My eyes grew wide at that.

“For real?”

He arched a brow in confusion. “Yes. Is something wrong with that?”

I quickly shook my head again. “No, no of course not. I just, well, it’s surprising. That’s all.”

“Tt, not something you expected?” He teased lightly which only made me surprised all the more.

Was he trying to – flirt?

I laughed. “Guilty as charged.”

Damian looked a little proud of himself.

“What do you like to paint?” I asked curiously.

“Mostly portraits.” He answered easily. “And my pets.”

I gave a fake gasp. “The Damian Wayne, painting his pets. I would never have guessed.”

He smirked.

“So, is it a dog?” I asked.

“Yes, there’s a dog.”

“There’s? Meaning there are more?”

He smirked again this time wider.

“A cat.” I guessed.

He nodded. “Yes there’s a cat too. Though I doubt you’d be able to guess the rest of them.”

Laughing again, I shook my head in disbelief. “You are one intriguing person, Damian Wayne.”

“I could say the same about you.” He told me squarely.

The heat on my cheeks creept up. I looked away a little embarrassed.

He opened his mouth to say something to me, but was cut off.

I heard screams.

Damian quickly pushed me to the ground and shielded me as the glass windows shattered. The shards fell ferociously all around us.

“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and looked down at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “What was that?” I clutched my head, my ears were ringing from the sound of the blast that shattered the windows. I looked around panicked and scared.

“Don’t know.” He told me gruffly as he pulled us both back up.

Grappling hooks shot up from the broken windows and before I knew it I saw the pointed end of a sword aimed towards Damian’s.

“Damian!”

In that moment I cast aside all the doubts. I still wasn’t sure but if by a long shot; this was Robin, if Damian was Robin, then he could do something about this.

He knew how to fight. Unlike me. If I could give him a head start or a fighting chance, then he and the other superheroes could save everyone.

That’s what I told myself anyway as time stilled and I took the leap.

The blade sliced into my lower back and for a split second all I could feel was searing hot white pain. I cried out as it rippled through my torso. The sword was pulled out just as quick as it was pushed in. I could swear the world was tipping over. The blood had gushed out and I found it staining Damian’s pristine suit.

I could barely hear Damian’s scream as I phased in and out of consciousness. Somehow he had blocked another hit that was aimed at us before kicking the man as far away as possible. He pulled me towards him and muttered something incoherent before dashing across the hall.

The warmth of my own blood pooled over me. Mom would kill me when she saw the stain, if I wouldn’t bleed to death before she finds out that is.

“Shitshitshit, y/n!” He ducked behind a table and grabbed a bunch of napkins, applying pressure as he held it against my stomach. “Stay with me, you’re going to be alright.”

I weakly nodded, feeling sick to my stomach at the smell of iron and sudden blood loss.

“Fuck.” Jason slid next to us as the gunshots started to fire. He noticed me and his features paled. “Oh, shit.”

“Jason, I need to bring her somewhere safe!” Damian said, his voice urgent.

“All citizen, please evacuate the building!” A strong voice bellowed from above us. It was a woman, dressed in purple. Her hair was on fire (literally) as it trailed behind her.

Starfire. But what was she doing in Metropolis…?

The people ran towards the entrance and a man in a tight body suit with a blue winged symbol on his chest directed the crowd flow.

Superboy zoomed in next, his features etched in worry as soon as he saw me. The wound must’ve been worse that I thought.

“What the hell is going on?!” Damian demanded from the superhero. “I thought this place was secured.”

“Kryptonite.” Superbly answered with an ominous tone. “I don’t know what happened but we should get the civilians – uh, you guys, to safety.”

The amendment wasn’t lost on me.

“Y/n, I’m going to find you after all this is over.” Damian promised. “Until then please, hang in there.”

I managed a weak smile and a sad excuse of a chuckle as the blood started to run down the corner of my mouth.

“I still need to guess the rest of your pets.” I joked, hoping to lighten the scene.

His response was a pained smile.

“Take her to Alfred.” He delicately passed me on to Superboy’s arms. “He’ll know what to do.”

Superboy nodded and flew away. The last thing I remembered was Nightwing and Starfire fighting off mechanical robots and ninja assassins. After that, my world went dark.

...

... to be continued ...

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perspective-series · 5 years ago

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Pet Perspective (12/19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Injury, fears of death

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There were a lot of things that had gone wrong in Roman’s life- this was one of them.

To clarify, the escape had been going great. Roman had managed to make his way a full block away from the apartment before it even got dark, ducking through the underbrush and carefully timing his darts out in the open. He mostly stuck to front gardens, knowing it was more covered and less likely to be inspected without anybody out for gardening today.

Down past the edge of the block, Roman had discovered an oak tree, with acorns scattered around the base. Not believing his luck, Roman also discovered a little stream of freshwater nearby as well. It was hardly a trickle to a human, but to Roman it meant everything. This could be the perfect place to set up a base, especially after he began to dig a small burrow beneath the tree roots.

Unfortunately, it was during this last task that Roman ran into trouble. He was digging long into the night, hard at work carving out a suitable home. The night made him tense; too many predators came out to prowl, looking for an easy meal. He wished he could finish faster, feeling like there were eyes on his back.

Roman tensed, realizing that feeling had never been wrong. He turned, spotting the glowing yellow eyes peering at him through the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, Roman could see the shadowy figure’s tail swishing back and forth, ready to pounce.

“...crap.” Roman cursed, dashing over the tree root and towards the brambles. He knew he had no hope of outrunning a cat, but the coverage slowed the beast down long enough that he might have a change. The creature kept meowling incessantly, swiping its paws into the bush of his most recent hiding place and breaking off some of the branches.

“Go away, you furball!” Roman screeched, dodging out of the way just in time as the claws came for him again. At this rate the whole neighborhood would be woken up. Why couldn’t Kitty of Hell just give up the chase? Time dragged on, Roman’s adrenaline soon beginning to fade as he sluggishly repeated his actions, his dodges getting slower. How long had they been at this game of cat and borrower? Minutes? Hours? It was hard to tell; all Roman knew, was that unless something changed soon, he very well might lose this time.

Lost in his thoughts, Roman was too slow and felt a sudden agonizing sensation rip through his right half as those wretched claws cut his arm and side. He yelled, shouting off every borrower curse he knew in the feline’s face, adrenaline spiked back up and he pressed himself further into the brambles that only irritated his wounds further.

The sound of faint shout caught a man’s attention and he shone his phone light near the base of a tree. It was there he saw a cat, eagerly pawing at something. As a few words reached the man’s ears, he could only assume the cat was after an escaped borrower. He had come across a few in his time. Especially since he was one to take nightly walks like this.

He shooed away the cat before kneeling down and using his phone to see if it was in fact a borrower or not.

Roman tensed, raising a hand to block out the light and noticing the human peering down at him. The borrower groaned, knowing there was no use running in this state but still feeling absolutely pathetic. He had only been gone a number of hours and was already caught again because of a stupid alley cat.

“Well, how did a little thing like you get all the way out here?” The man spoke, reaching out and grabbing the borrower in a gentle fist. He noticed the collar right away. “And looks like someone might be missing you.”

Roman just glared at him, hating how he knew that might even be true. No, no it wasn’t… Virgil would have noticed he was missing by now. He was probably furious with him and never wanted to see Roman again.

“Welp, let’s get you to the shelter so they can contact your owner.” The man said. Technically, the shelter wasn’t open but there was always someone there to take any found borrowers. The man entered and handed the borrower over before tipping his hat and leaving. The woman at the front looked the borrower over, looking closely at the collar and putting it in her notes to call it in the morning.

“Well, looks like you got into quite the fight.” The woman mused, noticing the injuries.

“It was a stray cat.” Roman grumbled, knowing the shelter’s process by now. Hopefully that mangy calico didn’t have any sort of disease.

The woman hummed and took Roman into the back real quick. She wasn’t the resident vet so all she could do was wrap the injury up to the best of her ability. “There we go, hopefully that will last until morning.” She then took him into the main area and set him up in his own cage. “Alright, we’ll call your owner in the morning.” And with that, she left.

Roman sunk to the floor, putting his head between his knees. It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. He knew Virgil would react the same as the others, getting pissed over the phone and disowning him on the spot. Nobody wanted a borrower who slipped away, it was a breach of trust and too much trouble. More specifically, nobody wanted him.

Why hadn’t he just stayed put? Virgil had been right, Roman had a good thing going there. Even if it was just a few days, Roman had fun. Maybe it was because he got away so fast that Roman still held the human in such a positive light (humans were often nicer the first week or so), but somehow Roman knew that on the list of ‘owners he didn’t completely despise’ Virgil had somehow wriggled his way to the top.

Roman didn’t know how to feel about that, especially since he would likely never see Virgil again.

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Patton came down the stairs bright and early to see Virgil passed out on the couch. He frowned and already knew what Virgil had been up to for most, if not all, night. He sighed and decided to let Virgil sleep as he went into the kitchen.

However, that was when Virgil’s phone went off, jarring him awake. He blinked down at the unfamiliar number before answering it. “‘Lo?” He said, still tired.

“Is this Virgil Storm?” The voice asked.

“Yeah, this is him. What’s this about?” If this was another scam thing…

“I am Holly Beckett of the Borrower Shelter here in town and a borrower by the name of Roman was just dropped off here last night.” Virgil shot up, suddenly wide awake.

“You have Roman?” As soon as he got the confirmation, he was already putting on his shoes. “I’ll be right there!” He exclaimed, wasting no time as he hung up and grabbed his keys.

Patton, hearing Virgil yell, had come out of the kitchen. “Roman was found?”

Virgil nodded. “I’ll be back.” He said before rushing out the door.

Virgil burst through the shelter door, going up to the front desk as he panted. “I’m...Virgil Storm. I’m here for Roman.” He said through breaths.

“Of course, he’s in there in cage A7.” She handed him the keys and Virgil took them before going into the room. His eyes landed on the cage-and Roman-almost immediately.

“Roman!”

Roman jolted, painfully torn from his existential musing by a very familiar voice. He blinked, looking up and trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Virgil was here?

But… oh god, this was a horrible thing, right? Roman had never had to face the consequences of his actions before. Virgil must be furious with him if he came all this way. Was he going to beat him up or something? Would the shelter let him do that? Probably, if he hadn’t been officially disowned yet. In his fear Roman scooted back, clutching the traitorous tag that had gotten him into this mess. It was always better on the times when he was recaptured after he had removed the collar.

“Oh my gosh, you’re here! You’re okay.” Virgil fiddled with the lock before opening the door and gently grabbing Roman. He briefly held him to his chest, just taking a moment to calm his nerves and tell himself that Roman is okay. He’s here and he’s safe.

Roman let out a tense gasp of air, cringing as his injuries were jostled. His mind felt like it was short-circuiting, trying to figure out just what game Virgil was playing. Was he acting nice for the shelter workers? Was… was he going to actually take Roman back?

Oh, Roman was definitely in trouble.

Virgil pulled Roman away, looking him over. His eyes widened when he got a good look at the mess of bandages. “What happened?” He asked softly, hovering a finger over it.

Roman grimaced. Great- now Virgil was going to make fun of him for not being able to take on a cat of all things. Cats were quite a formidable foe, but humans often saw them as cute little furballs rather than the demons Roman knew.

“A...cat found me first.” Roman was hesitant to explain, confused about how soft Virgil’s concern was; the shelter workers weren’t going to hear him at that volume.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “A cat.” Virgil hissed out. That wasn’t good, especially if it had been a stray. He probably needed to set up an appointment with a vet…

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that. Get you properly bandaged and looked at. But first, we’re going home, okay?” Virgil said, voice still gentle. But as his panic was leaving him, a new emotion was growing bigger. Betrayal. Roman had lied after all...and Virgil was a bit upset over it.

But he could deal with that later. Right now, he just wanted to focus on getting Roman home.

“Seriously?” Roman said incredulously, a wave of surprise and fear overcoming him all at once. This had never happened before. Roman didn’t have a plan for this, and that made him very, very nervous.

Virgil looked down at Roman and remembered back to what he had been told. “I told you Roman. The cycle ends here, with me. We’re going home.” And having a nice, long talk, Virgil thought as he started out of the shelter, nodding at the woman in the front before he left.

Roman felt such conflicting feelings inside his chest, his face turning ashen. There was a small spark of something positive in him, a little light beam that couldn’t help but be amazed that Virgil had told the truth. Virgil wanted him…. Of course, the fact that Virgil most likely wanted him back now so that Virgil could kill him was putting a bit of a damper on Roman’s revelation.

What would Virgil do? Take away his things? Make him play games the way he loathed? Toss him around and taunt him about all the secrets he had so foolishly spilled? How was he ever going to escape again? Virgil would certainly become the world’s strictest owner, keeping Roman on a short leash. Oh geez, what if he really did get a leash? Roman hated those more than he hated collars because they put a direct limit on his freedom.

And then, suppose Roman did get free. The second he ended up back at the shelter, Virgil would be there to pick him up and punish him again. Over and over. He knew now that Virgil was just as stubborn as himself, and though the cycle of new owners might have ended… a new cycle might be beginning.

Virgil was silent the rest of the way home, holding Roman against his chest. He pushed the door open and noticed Patton and Logan sat down eating breakfast. Patton perked up when he saw Roman in Virgil’s hands. “Oh Roman! I’m so glad you’re okay.” Patton said, smiling softly.

“For the most part.” Virgil said. “He got a little roughed up by a cat before he was found but he’ll be fine.” He explained. Patton’s eyes widened.

“Oh, you poor kiddo…” He couldn’t imagine how terrifying that must have been.

Logan felt his back muscles tense, observing the way Roman’s eyes darted around similar to a caged animal. It was certainly apparent Roman was not happy to be here, despite the fact that leaving seemed to have resulted in injury.

“Yeah.” Virgil agreed. “I’m gonna go upstairs.” He looked down and noticed the full breakfast Patton had made. He bit his lip. “Uh, could you-”

“I’ll save you two some, don’t worry.” Patton grinned and Virgil sent him a grateful one in return.

“Thanks Pat.” And with that, he walked up the stairs. He stopped by the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and then to his room. He shut the door behind him before gently setting Roman down.

“Alright, first things first.” Virgil opened up the kit. “Let’s fix up that wound a bit better.”

“I- it’s fine.” Roman lied, playing with the edge of the bandage.

“Come on, Roman.” Virgil sighed. He cut up a piece of gauze and took out the lotion. “We need to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“Pretty sure if it’s going to be infected, it already is.” Roman almost attempted humor. “Cat claws aren’t exactly sanitary.”

Virgil frowned. “We’ll have to schedule a vet visit then.” He said more to himself. He reached forward and gently started undoing the bandages already around Roman.

Roman shuddered. A vet appointment? He loathed the vet. It was always so demeaning, with the veterinarians just forcing him to do things instead of asking him to move himself. And whenever something was wrong the humans would just discuss it over his head like he wasn’t even there, not letting Roman have a say in his own health.

Virgil discarded the old bandages before placing a dab of the ointment on his finger. “Okay, this might sting a little.” He warned before gently applying it to Roman’s side.

“Ow!” Roman jerked away from the touch with a hiss. “You said a little.”

Virgil winced. “Sorry, sorry but I’ve gotten rub this in.” He said, doing just that. “There, now just gotta bandage you back up.” He took the gauze he cut up and started to wrap it around Roman.

Roman expected the bandages to be pulled taunt, a clear indicator of Virgil’s wrath. He sucked in his breath, preparing, and was surprised when the bandages were applied almost delicately. Clearly, whatever Virgil wanted with him, Roman still had to be in good health. Not exactly the brightest of thoughts.

“All done.” Virgil said, taking his hands away. The bandages stayed in place and he then busied himself with putting everything away and closing the first aid kit.

He turned to look at Roman, a mixture of feelings coming up now that he was no longer distracted. He took in a deep breath. “Roman...we need to talk about this.”

Uh oh. Roman shifted on his feet, trying to decide if it was better or worse to look Virgil in the eye. He felt like a coward when he looked away so Roman forced himself to meet Virgil’s gaze, deciding that this was definitely worse. He tried to make out what was happening in the human’s head, but the eyes gave no hints.

“I just...I don’t understand. I-I thought we were bonding. Having fun. Was that all just an act? Were you just lying to me? Was everything you told me a lie?” Virgil asked, his feelings rising with each question until he was pulling at his hair as he desperately looked at Roman for the answers.

“No!” Roman shrunk in on himself, feeling scared and guilty and confused. “No, I assure you, I was not lying. Wait, that’s a lie, because I was lying about the promising to not escape...obviously.”

Well, Virgil was glad that everything else was true, like Roman’s past. But he still had questions. “...Why? I thought we were doing better. I thought…” Virgil ran a hand through his hair. “I thought we were getting along.”

“Well, ah, we… were, I suppose.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck. “In a way, at least. I was having fun, I’ll admit.”

“Then why did you still escape.” Virgil asked softly. “I mean, do you know how worried I was! I got maybe an hour of sleep last night because I spend the whole night looking for you!” Virgil exclaimed a bit louder than he probably should have this close to the borrower.

Roman frowned, confused by this new piece of information. He had definitely escaped too early, then, if Virgil was so concerned. Roman hadn’t let the appeal of a new borrower wear off.

“I told you, I don’t want a ‘not-so-bad’ experience.” Roman huffed, crossing his arms and trying to ignore the pit in his stomach.

“Well then tell me what I can do to make it great. Tell me how I can be better. I want you to be happy here, Roman. I...I want you to like me.” Virgil admitted, looking away.

“I know!” Roman snapped, channeling all his confusing emotions into anger as he watched Virgil mope. This, at least, felt familiar. “I know you do, I get it, you’re one of the rare humans who actually cares about what I think, but you still don’t care about anything that matters! I don’t care who it’s with, I don’t want to be caged!”

Roman grabbed at the tag of his collar, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. “I don’t want to be collared! I don’t want to be owned! I’m my own person with my own life and I’m sick and tired of humans making my decisions for me for your own selfish wants.”

Virgil flinched back, looking back at Roman with wide eyes. He felt his heart beat fast as he furrowed his eyebrows and took in everything that Roman said. His words struck a chord in him and Virgil realized that...maybe he had known all along? And he had just ignored it?

Virgil didn’t know what was worse.

“Roman...I…” His voice trailed off. He had no idea what to say to something like that. “I...didn’t know…” Virgil winced. Yeah, that was the absolute wrong thing to say.

“Stop it.” Roman scowled, gesturing wildly to all of Virgil. “Stop...that. Why are you sulking? Stop playing around. I know you must be absolutely furious with me, so- so stop playing the victim and just get mad already.”

Now Virgil was even more confused. “Roman...I’m not mad. I won’t lie and say I’m not upset but-but…” Virgil’s eyes widened as he seemed to realize what Roman was thinking. “Roman, I’m not going to punish you.”

“What?” Roman squinted, his heart still racing and his stomach still feeling like a rock. What was happening? Roman didn’t understand why he was feeling all these conflicting emotions, and it only made him more frustrated. Despite not wanting to be punished, Roman couldn’t help but press further. “Why not? Why am I… why’d you take me back, then?”

Virgil sighed. “Because I really do want you Roman. I want you to have a good life and I don’t trust anyone else to give it to you. What? Even after everything I said before, you still thought I wouldn’t come back for you?”

Roman took a shuddering breath, cautiously wrapping his arms around his meager frame. “I… I mean, you would have said anything to calm me down. I haven’t known you for long, and I myself was lying about running. I had no reason to trust you, and it’s easy to make those claims. It’s another thing to actually act on them.”

“I...I guess you do have a good point.” Virgil furrowed his brows again, deep in thought. “I suppose we...did just meet each other, huh? And, I’ve been acting like all this is normal and everything when it really isn’t…” Virgil let out a long sigh.

“Wait, like what’s all normal?” Roman’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“This. You, being here. Living here. Being...trapped here.” Virgil looked down and shifted in his seat. “Having to act like someone you aren’t and hide your feelings because you’re scared something will happen to you…” He was starting to understand where Roman was coming from.

Roman froze, so caught off guard that he could only utter a single word. “...what?”

Virgil looked at Roman sadly. “You’re right. You didn’t know me before you were forced to live here. Just like with all your other...owners. You’ve been forced to listen to me because I’m so much bigger than you and the world we live in deemed you...deemed you as pets.” He looked Roman over, his eyes catching the collar around Roman’s neck and he barked out a humorless laugh. “I even collared you...like some animal…”

“Yes?” Roman glanced down at the collar, before raising an eyebrow at Virgil. Had the human gone mad? He seemed to be teetering on the edge of hysterical. “Are you gloating or something?”

Virgil shook his head. “No...just having a mental breakdown, but it’s fine. I think I needed this.” He took in a deep breath. “Roman...do you want me to take the collar off of you?” He offered.

“Why?” Roman asked, looking the human up and down with a wary eye. For one, Roman was still concerned for Virgil’s mental state. But for another, Roman didn’t particularly like the idea of being taunted with freedom when he knew the collar would just come back on.

Virgil bit his lip, knowing Roman was still wary. Which, he had good reason to be. Virgil couldn’t blame him. He was suddenly struck with an earlier memory and well...it had worked that time. Maybe it would here too. “Because I’m going to burn it.”

#pet perspective #perspective series #human!virgil #human!patton #borrower!logan #borrower!roman #part 12

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the-music-fairy · 6 years ago

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Afraid of Feelings?

(Part 1 of I don’t know how many. It’s set in the canon universe, only Izaya is nicer in high school and not near as much of a douche. Not that I don’t love Izaya how he is, but I figured why not see how much of a difference it makes. So here goes.)

Good vibes, that’s what Izaya Orihara wanted to show. Yes, he definitely avoided a love life and getting too close to people, but that was the reason he wanted to give off good vibes. That way, no one would think there was anything wrong and he can just go through life not getting hurt... emotionally. His thought process was one that took a little while to get to, but he wasn’t the type to bug people for no reason, but he did want some form of friendship - not love - so he had pushed away anyone who got too close.

In elementary school, he was frequently bullied for being such a goody two-shoes. So to avoid this, he learned parkour. Self-taught. He would dodge the bullies instead of telling on them because he wanted to observe the instead. To see their choices impact their lives.

In middle school, he had one actual friend. The son of an underground doctor. His name was Shinra Kishitani.

There could be many reasons that he counted Shinra as his only friend. Maybe because he knew the most about him? Or maybe because the boy didn’t pry into Orihara’s personal life. But the reasons didn’t matter, they simply talked about lighthearted things, joking and playing around. Some pretty morbid jokes for a couple of middle-schoolers, but there were no questions.

This was all fine until a few days before the end of their second to last year or middle school. Shinra got stabbed and hospitalized because of someone who thought it was Izaya’s fault that they lost everything. Izaya did make the occasional deal to lend money to certain people, even at this age, but he wouldn’t ever go too far on purpose.

Despite his saying it was that guy’s own fault for wasting everything Izaya lent him on gambling, he still ended up taking the blame for stabbing Shinra. As a result, he got sent to correctional classes all of the next year.

The next stage in his life, high school. That was when he met him. Shizuo Heiwajima. The man was almost a beast. When someone made him mad enough, he would rip a pole out of the ground or whatever else he could reach at that moment and swing it at them. He was fascinating to Izaya. Their first encounter was when he happened to be around Izaya and Shinra chatting, and a group of delinquents who still doubt Shizuo’s strength had the gall to attack the fake blond.

Izaya watched, half in awe and half in slight disgust at that raw, monstrous strength. He watched as the man swung tha pole in his hand to hit someone, then dropping it, only to have another man come at him with a crowbar, which he caught and bent with ease after taking it from the surprised man. It didn’t take long for them all to be knocked out cold. The only thing that could make this worse was if Shizuo had killed anyone. But miraculously, he didn’t.

A few moments of silence pass before Izaya gets the need to clap for that show the other had put on. And he did. The look on his face, however, was a smirk. Shinra starts, “Ne, Shizuo-kun, this is Izaya-kun. He’s kind of a jerk, but not too bad.” “Honestly, Shinra, so rude~” And Shizuo’s first words to him… “You piss me off.” followed by an attempt to punch Izaya that ended in Izaya dodging the man while Shinra jumped back in surprise.

Izaya’s smirk grows… and that’s where their first chase started.

It was lunchtime, so a majority of the students would either be getting lunch from the cafeteria or eating their bentos somewhere else. The enraged fake blond and the scrawny raven haired boy continued their chase all through the halls, over trash cans, over recycling bins, into classrooms, over desks, past students… their chase didn’t end until Izaya purposely lost the blond, dashing his way up onto the roof and then seeming to disappear. Shizuo looked for quite a while, but Izaya was doing perfectly at just keeping barely out of sight. The raging blond eventually gives up and starts walking to his next class.

Izaya, however uncharacteristically, actually ended up being in his next class just as the late bell rang. He takes his usual seat, smiling just a bit to himself. He didn’t have any particularly close friends other than Shinra and Shinra wasn’t in this class. He simply let the class drone on, thinking about the fun chase, and at the same time, answering all the questions thrown his way.

What happened at the end of this classes had ceased to surprise him at this point. It was another girl asking him if he would date her. He had never revealed his sexuality, since he rejected guys and girls alike. What made this girl think she was any different? After she got her question out, there was a moment of silence before Izaya… laughs. He just laughs.

By the time he finally stops, the girl is bewildered. “Ahh, I appreciate your asking, miss, but I’m sorry; I’m not interested in any forms of romance.”

As always, rejected with that same nice smile on his face as always, and the girl goes away, blushing. After she is completely out of sight, he drops his smile.

A couple days later, a student approaches Izaya with a question, this time, one he’s not used to.

“Ne, Orihara-kun, may I ask you something?”

“What is it, Masura-kun?”

“Why does no one know anything about you except your likes, your name, and your class…?”

“Well, that’s oddly specific. But it’s because it’s none of anybody else’s concerns~”

At that, the mysterious, raven-haired boy turns and walks off with a smile and a spring in his step, just like always.

Of course, he saw Shizuo every day after that as well, the chases ensuing almost immediately upon visual contact, with Shizuo letting out an earth-shattering, “IIIIZZAAAAYYYAAAAA-KUUUUUUUUUUN!!!”. They turned out to be more fun than they would’ve imagined, for the both of them, especially when Izaya stopped once, in the middle of their chase, making Shizuo almost run into him, and then turns, sticks his tongue out at the man and walks calmly away. Shizuo ended up just watching Izaya confusedly. He only gets one answer, “It seems I have some business to take care of~ I’ll play with you later.” That smirk seemed to only come out when he was talking to Shizuo. Then he ran off again.

But of course, like every good story, it doesn’t happen the same way every time. Each time, Shizuo would come at the raven with something different, be it a pole or a sign or a trash can. Once, he even ripped a part of the fence off of the top of the school roof to try to swing it at Izaya.

These chases started off because, yes Izaya was planning something not so good of him again, and yes Shizuo could tell, but they ended up being in order to relieve stress and just for fun. It did seem like the perfect partnership: a dangerous game of tag in order to have fun.

But despite how fitting it all was, it was definitely unexpected when it led up to something that would change everything forever. It starts like always, a war-cry of Izaya’s name, a taunt from the bastard’s mouth, but what was unusual was that the raven-haired male almost didn’t seem to have the motivation for this, but it was as if he was acting the part anyways, since he barely dodged one of them. It was their last day of highschool and neither would move on to college, both for different reasons. Of course they would not be told to anyone not close to them, but the reasons were there and as fate would have it, they would meet again in their adult years.

Their first meeting in their adult years, Izaya had run from Shizuo again, but this time, he seemed… off. He seemed too serious compared to his high school self. They should hate each other like they claimed to back in high school, but somehow, Shizuo can’t. Izaya seems to hate him more than he did back then. It wasn’t quite explainable… and it was weird. Other than the type of look Izaya gave the man and the fact that he now used switchblades and had on a black, fur-lined jacket, there wasn’t too much of a difference compared to their chases back in high school.

But the attitude Izaya gave eventually started to piss Shizuo off, and the chases began to get more serious. Shizuo still yelled his nonsensical threats, but Izaya actually taunted him more. He was more able to dodge things than he’d been in school, and hatred seemed to fuel him in order to run away. But why did he always come back to that city? Why did Izaya Orihara always come back to Ikebukuro? What made him come back over and over again when he obviously hated Shizuo Heiwajima? It could have been because of business, but it wasn’t like Izaya Orihara didn’t know how to avoid Shizuo Heiwajima. He’s done it before. He’s avoided Shizuo before, which means he’s purposefully going out of his way to find the blond and taunt him into chasing Izaya with a street sign or vending machine or trash can. So why? It didn’t make sense, but Shizuo went with it for a while, despite going easier on him than usual.

Neither party could have expected what would happen later on. All would, for better or for worse, never be the same in the city of Ikebukuro, Japan, ever again.

#shizaya #nicer izaya #izaya orihara #shizuo x izaya #durarara fanfiction #shizaya fanfic #mostly in character possibly loving

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donnerpartyofone · 7 years ago

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remember that time someone got mad at you for ripping off their vhs covers

Come now, anon. Surely you're not interested in my ability to retain information. Of course I remember that. What's your real question? Is it something more like "Why did you used to do that?", or alternatively, "Let's talk about what an asshole you used to be!" I'll tell you about that stuff, there's no need to be so coy.Anybody who was around for the early days of this ~8 year old blog (jesus...) knows that I used to post a lot of old vhs covers, in part or whole. I grew up around a mom & pop video store where the metalhead clerks called me "Igor" for spending so long hunched over the scary, forbidden-feeling horror boxes while my parents checked out LABYRINTH for me for the zillionth time. As an adult, I started incorporating them into my "art", which are like these clutter drawings that swipe from sources like comics and pulp novel covers and stuff. So, when I found out about Tumblr, I was super stoked, because I suddenly had this new outlet for my undying obsession, somewhere I could stockpile useful images to my heart's content.Whatever else I'm guilty of, I have at least never knowingly and deliberately reposted, as opposed to reblogging, another Tumblr's content. I never took something right off my dash to pass off as original content later, and I never lied to anybody if they spoke up. It's still very hard for me to understand why people do that, what comes over them, how it gets them off to just steal shit and lie about it. My crime had more to do with wilfull ignorance. My process was pretty simple: I'd just do a Google image search, and pull whatever I found directly out of there. Sometimes I'd find some specific resource like, for instance, an incredibly primitive-looking Dutch web forum where guys were just showing off their tape collections to one another, and I'd work through that for a while, but mainly, I never even looked at the URLs that the images came from. It could have been ebay, or it could have been Tumblr itself--in fact, we all now know a bunch of it did turn out to be from Tumblr--but this just seemed irrelevant to me at the time. My instinct was that these were prefabricated images that had been around in the world for decades, so I had no imagination for who could be hurt and how, by what I was doing. I didn't even ask myself. Basically, I had a very idiotic sense that it was all just "stuff on the internet". I did not have a sense of like, a human being who had spent years accumulating specific things that they loved and grinding away at the scanner for hundreds of hours to present their collection of rarities to the world. If I had been even slightly more thoughtful about it, I probably would have said that these images were not the original "art" of the person who posted the thing online, even the way a great gif is, and I wasn't interrupting anybody's ability to put food on the table. I hadn't been around long enough to develop the awareness and empathy to "get it". In fact, somebody called me out at one point, and I didn't even totally understand what they were saying. My response was to post their complaint and just cheerfully say "ok everybody, please check out this other person's cool blog!" I didn't even get the deeper (obvious) message, at that time, of "please take this stuff down, or go back and add sources, and stop doing this altogether, it's painful that you just took all my hard work."Another contributing factor in my behavior, though, was a feeling that I think a lot of people have about Tumblr, that it's supposed to look like the inside of your head. I remember that in the beginning, I didn't even like it when OTHER people added a whole bunch of tags and captions and links and stuff to their posts, I felt like it cluttered up this collective stream of intuitive, instinctual, wonderfully mysterious imagery. It brought something of the unwelcome real world into this sanctuary, something dry, stiff, didactic and anal retentive. Mainly I think I just felt like, none of us "owns" these old found images we're posting, in fact most people don't know who produced the original art for a video sleeve, so what's the big deal? At a certain point, I started to turn around on it. One reason had to be that I managed to witlessly snag at least one image that had been scanned by someone I knew and liked from Tumblr. Ironically, I think it turned out that I had taken it from a site where it had been posted by a whole other thief--but the point is, my friend recognized that it was his scan, due to some old sticker residue on the cover. Surely the very thing that I did was the bane of this friend's existence as a real deal collector, but for some reason, he was relatively gentle with me about it. He definitely didn't have to be, I was wrong, but it probably helped me understand the problem better, than just someone telling me bluntly to go fuck myself, from which I had demonstrably learned nothing.I remember I had a few hiccups after that. I had posted a couple of panels from a Simpsons comic that I picked up, and they were immediately spotted by this big important fixture of the independent comics community (who I have come to think of over the years as an unnecessarily combative blowhard in general, but hey, he wasn't wrong about me then!). So I'm like oh shit, ok, and then the next time I posted panels from a comic, I loaded them up with tags--artist, series, whatever occurred to me--and I STILL had some total stranger call me out for not crediting the artist. I'm not sure if this person just saw reblogs that didn't have the tags on them anymore, or whether they were offeneded that I used tags instead of a caption (which people can and will delete, but I digress), or that I hadn't found a source link for the images, since I owned the books. I only know that this person felt that I was somehow interfering with the livelihood of the artist by posting their original work on my blog--or I think that's it anyway, I guess this was more than five years ago. Hopefully they didn't think I was pretending to BE the artist? Anyway, it was around then that I realized there was no way to preserve the dreamlike stream of consciousness character of Tumblr, which I was so precious about. Everything had to be indexed and cited and attributed and crossreferenced and have its provenance verified and everything. Oh well, I said, petulently.This happened to me once, too--somehow, I spotted an original drawing of mine posted to somebody's blog with no credit or anything. Naturally I freaked out and threw a fucking fit, but the person asked forgiveness right away, and explained that they didn't want to reblog something out of my very old archives because apparently that is considered really stalkery by a lot of people. I found it pretty baffling, that anyone would PREFER to have their content reposted rather than reblogged for any reason, and moreover, that people get upset at the idea of someone else looking through their totally public archives. But, apparently that's a real thing, according to this person and others I heard from later. It's probably too bad this didn't happen to me earlier in life though, I might have been more sensitive.It's also too bad this story doesn't end with me having a nervous breakdown from guilt, although I do feel bad enough about it to want to talk about it publicly when prompted. Eventually I just grew out of posting this kind of content, though. It felt like everyone in the world was posting the same thing over and over, and it became extremely rare for me to see vhs art that I hadn't already seen on Tumblr, or in person, or in a book on my shelf, etc. My enthusiasm for this imagery has never waned, I just ran out of reasons to keep posting it. I got more interested in just flexing my ridiculous personality anyway, and that's the way it's been on here for years now. And here you still are, years later, so it must be working.

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newtismybloodyinspiration · 8 years ago

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All Around Drama Pt 3

I know that i went a little wild with the last part but i am back with a third part to make things a little better. edit: I failed I somehow made it even crazier i dont even know how this happened im so sorry. Also if you hate where this is going let me know cause I can totally rewrite it.

Warnings: None,......... of this makes sense

Pairing: right now Thomas and Reader

Part 1

Part 2

The word boyfriend seemed to repeat itself in my head over and over. It hadn’t been that long since the word had been uttered to me but it felt like a whole lifetime had passed. It wasn’t terrible it’s not like i’m upset about some boy thinking or knowing that I was or maybe still am his girlfriend. ‘This so confusing it makes no sense i thought that you couldn’t remember anything barely even our name and we arent even sure if what we remember is our real names.

Yet this guy comes down here knowing my name and that we were dating. My mind swirls as thoughts move as quickly as a moving car yet come to no conculsion that makes sense. I decide that there is only one person who might be able to make sense of all this. I move to go back into the room holding all the answers to my questions, but when I open the door I see newt in there with the boy.

“Newt” I said with obvious annoyance in my voice “What are you doing here?”

Newt turns to look at the threshhold where you are standing “I am second in command I am here to find out why this...... boy knows anything from his past.”

I rolled your eyes at his words “Does it really why, is the real question what, what he knows” I said a slight laugh in my voice.

Newt shook his head “Of course that is a question we are intrested in but why he knows or how he knows seems a bit more important right now?”

“Who says he is going to answer you” you asked an unkown edge to your voice.

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“He doen’t know you.”

“What and he knows y-”newt stops when he realized what he was saying.

I laugh a bit but don’t acknowledge what he said in any other way.

“Are you volunteering to ask him the questions yourself” newt questioned?

“Oh of course not, I have enough questions of my own without adding yours to the list, i’m just saying that he may not answer your questions because he doesn’t even know you. I know I wouldn’t have.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that you aren’t the ones with all the answers.”

“No the answers are something a may not have, but an easy way of getting them is something I do have, but good luck newt i’m sure you will have no problems.”

Newt looked dumbfounded for a minute until his looks changed to annoyance at what I guessed was the thought of ‘she must be right’ flowing through his head.

I walk over to the bed and slowly sit down on it, I shake the boy hoping he would wake up. He slowly opens his eyes but bolts up when he sees me “Y/N you came to see me that’s fantastic!”

“Yea I did, I really wanted to come see after running out on you last time I was here.”

His eyes got a bit clouded for a minute but returned to normal after a minute “Its okay I knew you wouldn’t remember me.”

“How did you know that?”

“Idk actually.”

“Thats okay, so how are you feeling...” I was about to say his name before realizing I still didn’t know it.

“My name is Thomas,”

The minute his name leaves his lips memories come in waves washing over me.

I remember everything from before the maze, Thomas and I, my family, everything.

Our first date was at ..... ( flash back starts)

The ceilings were high in the building Thomas leads me in.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight” he said knowing he has.

I was wearing a long red dress with gold shoes and hoop earings, while thomas wore a dashing tuxedo.

“Yes but I still appreciate it” I said a smile on my face “Thanks for inviting me to prom.”

Thomas looks at me “Of course how could I give up the chance to go the the dance with the smartest and most beautiful girl in school?”

I giggled as Thomas held out his hand as an invitation and I accept and place my hand in his. He leads my up a big grand staircase that leads into a big ballroom filled with punch and people. The walls were coverd in streamers and fairy lights while the ceiling had baloons covering every inch of it. The song coming from the DJ box was somewhere between todays hits and twerking material but you couldn’t tell the difference. People seemed to behaving fun as couples were mostly dancing and groups of freinds were sitting and talking.

“Are you ready” Thomas asks?

“I am as ready as I will ever be” I answer as Thomas walks in with me following beside him.

The memory floats away for a split second before returning.

We stand in fom of a house, my house “I had a good time Thomas.

“So did I ” Thomas answers not louder then a whisper.

The mood seemed to change around us as we both looked at eachother. Thomas slowly leaned in as he looked in my eyes for any signs or discomfort or disapproval. When he saw none he closed the gap as his lips met mine. He tasted a bit like strawberries and whip cream from the dessert we shared earlier. His lips molded against mine almost like in the fairtales i used to love. His toungue moved across my bottom lip testing the waters but I pulled back. His cheecks were red and his lips were slightly swollen and he was breathing heavily.

“Im sorry.”

“For what?”

“For going to far.”

“Dont worry we have to save something to do next time” I say with a laugh.

Thomas looks up exited and laughs “Of course, have a good night Y/N”

“You too Thomas.” (end of flashback)

I remember “I remember, how is this possible.”

Thomas looks up at me “You actually remember” he said his voice sounded like he didn’t believe me.

“The prom when we had our first dance the song playing was ‘Stars&Lovers by Matt Cardle it became our song.”

“You do remember.” Thomas grabbed me in a hug “so your still my girlfriend right?”

“Yes of course.”

This going to become a series so there will be a part four. Im sorry this took so long I decided last minute to make it longer so it wasn’t super short but I hope you like it im sorry if this went off track completly but I was writing it before I even knew what I was doing. One last thing if anybody would like to be tagged whenever I upload an imagine or an imagine for a specific character just let me know in my ask.

#Maze Runner #thomas imagine #newt #newt imagines #thomas #maze runner imagines #this story has gone to shit

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