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clockwayswrites · 2 years ago

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A Broken Sort of Normal Part 9

WC: 1431, Masterpost CW: blood, cannon typical violence, off screen civilian and first responder deaths, mentions of death

Danny and his Flash were both very busy people, there was no denying that. The good thing was that the worst of their busyness were the same events. Sure, they both had obligations outside of that. Danny had all of the other work with the outreach and now overseeing and even training other team members. Flash… well, Flash had whatever he did with the rest of his life. Danny assumed he worked, even if it was for the Justice League.

It was a little odd not knowing Flash past the mask. Danny understood, of course he did. A secret identity was important and, despite having been on several dates now, they still were getting to know each other. It wasn’t as if Danny didn’t know anything about his Flash. He knew Flash always comforted the kids first, was fiercely loyal, and couldn’t resist petting a dog. He knew Flash loved trying new foods, played video games with friends that Flash wished he saw more, and really did enjoy spoiling him. He knew a lot.

He just didn’t know Flash’s name or what family Flash had or if those freckles ran all the way across Flash’s nose.

Danny would be patient though, because he understood. It helped that he at least had Flash’s number. He didn’t know if it was a burner phone or an app or routed through a number of proxies; he hadn’t asked. The first thing Danny had done, in fact, was to send a Flash meme. It had gotten him shoved, but that had turned into a make out session on the couch, so Danny certainly wasn’t complaining.

And if Danny now kept a collection of gifs, memes, and other silly Flash things on hand to send? Well, who could blame him.

He rolled over to grab his phone from the coffee table and sent off another picture of a cat dressed up in Flash’s outfit. The amount of people dressing pets up as superheros was honestly shocking. He didn’t expect an answer right then, looking at the time, but he found it was… nice to be able to find things to send to Flash for him to find and respond to later. It made him feel connected to someone in a way that he hadn’t had in years.

Danny recognized, now, that he had been really hurting himself trying to stay so separate from everyone. One way or another, this is how things would be for the rest of his life. He couldn’t keep morning what had happened, what he had lost. Besides, he was just a civilian now, he wasn’t a danger to his friends and family anymore. So, along with Flash, Danny had started actually accepting the occasional invitation from some of his coworkers. He had even found a game store to go to and play at on the weekends.

It was harder than he thought, putting himself out there again, but his life was brighter for being around people outside of work every week or so. He had Flash to thank for that.

He also had Flash to thank for getting him addicted to the Percy Jackson books. He could personally do with less lightning, but the story had a real way of resonating with the halfa. Danny was three books in at this point and needed to know how it all finished up.

A few chapters further in a notification interrupted him.

Quick Boy: It’s not fair that a cat wears my uniform better than me!!

Danny laughed and tapped the message.

Danny: The cat is pretty cute. But I still think you wear it best. You have a better butt. 😏

The little dots wiggled as Flash typed. It was endlessly amusing to Danny that despite being, literally, super fast, Flash was slowed down by the physics of the world around him, like how fast a phone could accept input.

Quick Boy: 😳🫣🥵 Danny! Have you been checking out my butt?

Despite himself, Danny felt a blush heating up his cheeks. They hadn’t gotten any further than kissing, it didn’t feel right to go further when Danny didn’t know who Flash was, but that didn't mean Danny couldn't tease.

Danny: You run around in spandex, I can’t NOT check out your butt. Have to say, it’s a pretty good one. 10/10, would ogle again.

Quick Boy: How do you feel about ogling it in my most flattering sweatpants? Got a hold of that Japanese giant bug movie you were ranting about. I can grab food and be over to your place in about an hour?

Danny: Stop calling it that!!!You know the title! 😤

Quick Boy: I’m not typing out that title.

Danny grinned as he rolled off of the couch. If Flash was coming over, he should at least pick up a little. Danny knew Flash didn’t really care, but the pile of laundry that Danny had been avoiding folding was a bit much.

Danny: Thought you were supposed to be fast.

Quick Boy: 😒

Danny: Come on, quick boy, take the nanosecond and type it.

Quick Boy: I hate you.

Danny: No you don't~

(Danny sung along as he typed.)

Quick Boy: “Help I’ve Been Made a Holy Knight in a World of Giant Bugs and Need to Save the Prince”

Danny: Knew you could do it! Proud of you. 😘 See you in an hour! Bring Thai and ice cream!

Danny was just putting away the folded stack of laundry when an alarm on his phone screamed at him.

It was work.

Emergency alert.

All hands on deck.

Danny dashed for his door, shoving his feet in his work boots and grabbing the backup vest he kept at home. Someone would drive the trucks full of kits there, but Danny still took his little kit with him, just in case he ran into any wounded on the way.

So much for dinner and cuddling his boyfriend.

As soon as he stepped out onto the street, Danny could hear the sound of sirens and the acrid smell of smoke stung his eyes. Danny’s heart sank.

Whatever this was, it was big.

“Danny.”

Danny flexed his hands. Flakes of dried blood broke off and scattered in the wind.

“Danny, babe.”

He would need more gloves for his kit. Was he out? He had to be out. He changed gloves so many times. There were so many people. He had to be out of gloves. He would need more for his kit.

Other hands entered his vision, covered in bright red. Not blood red, bright red. Blood red was mostly darker than people thought. Bright blood was worse. He watched as the hands gently rolled down the gloves.

He needed more gloves.

“Not for today, babe. You’re done for today.”

He needed more gloves, there were so many people.

“Everyone is accounted for. You and the others got everyone.”

Not everyone.

How many people died under his hands today?

Were already dead when he found them?

Wouldn’t last the night?

How many people did he fail?

Too many.

“Danny.” The voice was worried now. “Come on babe, look at me, please?”

Blood had gotten under his gloves, staining his wrists.

“Babe, please.”

Warm, fabric covered hands rested on Danny’s cheeks, tilting his gaze up and away from his hands.

Oh. “Flash?”

“Hey there, babe, you with me?”

Why did he look so worried?

“Because you’re scaring me a little. I think you’re in shock.”

Oh.

“Do you have a shock blanket in your kit still?”

“No… used them all. Had to cover…”

How many people did he fail?

“Okay, that’s okay. I’m going to take you home, okay babe? Well, not my home, but where I used to live— right, that doesn’t matter now. We’re going to go and I’ll keep you safe.”

Danny motioned to a cluster of officials. “I have to—”

“I’ve already checked you out.”

“My team?”

Flash glanced down and away.

“Flash, my team?”

“They’re…. all accounted for. Larson…. He got caught in part of the building coming down. He didn’t make it. Patel was paired with him. She’s at the hospital, they think she’ll pull through.”

Danny tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He wanted to scream, to rage, to wail— it all caught up in his throat because he couldn’t. He let out a soundless sob.

Flash pulled Danny into his arms, holding him close. “I know. I know. I’m taking you home. You’ll be okay Danny. It will be okay.”

The colors of the world blurred together as Flash ran, but Danny hardly noticed.

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AN: So this has been 95% written since before I got sick, but just now was the first time I could get my brain to deal with it. A darker part of the story, I know, but it felt needed. Danny's doing a very, very hard job and one made all the worse because Danny used to be able to do more and now he can't. (Though I have no doubt he pushed use of his powers further than was really safe in this.)

Stay safe and delightful, my darlings!

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#dp x dc #danny fenton/wally west #quick death #abson

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boydepartment · 1 year ago

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spoil it all- uni student! nishimura riki x uni student! reader

a/n: RHHHHHHHHRAHHHHHHHRAHHAHAHAHHA :3 trying new layout i am sorry if its a lil ugly

warnings- fluff! little angst…! inspired by frank sinatra’s something stupid!

wc- 500-800 words

MASTERLIST

I know I stand in line

Until you think you have the time…

you slipped on your shoes and made your way down the street, it was spring time and you had a small break off school. it was exciting and what was even more exciting was that your best friend here was FINALLY free the same time as you. riki was a hard worker and even being friends he put his work and studies first.

you had grown up a lot in the past couple years with riki, you accidentally met on coincidence and have been talking ever since. both being foreigners studying in a new country. you’d facetime, text, send eachother memes, almost inseparable. unless he had work or was practicing his dancing, or just didn’t have time due to his studies.

so when he called you telling you to come over and hang out with him, you practically rushed over. why wouldn’t you?

To spend an evening with me

And if we go some place to dance…

you both ended up dancing around his small apartment, obviously he was a little better than you, being a dance major and all…

neither of you minded though, he was your best friend and why would he care?

you only cared a little bit… a lot actually…

you always cared, you saw how much he worked on his studies and how much he puts into everything he does.

it was admirable. you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

you both were laying on the carpet that was freshly vacuumed. the dancing had taken you out and you both were giggling and breathing heavily.

“i wanted to talk to you about something…” riki started and leaned on his side, you turned to him and wiped your forehead.

“what is it?” your heart was pounding. you didn’t know why. maybe it was a sliver of hope.

riki moved onto his stomach now and ran his heads through his hair, his makeshift bracelets jingling, “after university i think i want to go to a training program.”

you blinked as you looked at him, riki had been talking about becoming a professional dancer anywhere after college since you’ve met him.

you smiled at him, “where do you think you’ll go?”

riki looked at you and grinned, “i dunno, korea, new york… maybe back home in japan… i haven’t decided.” he rubbed his eyes and looked up, “maybe i’ll even go to california.”

“i believe in you.”

of course you did, and you’ll always support him. even after college, even after this period of time was over and you both will probably never talk again, after you don’t need eachother anymore, even after all of that. you’d always believe in him, your best friend.

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

later on in the night you stood in his dim kitchen making tea. giggling as it was 2am and everything was just so funny. you felt like kids again at a sleepover.

“okay i swear i know how to make my moms tea.” riki said and spoke a lot by nodding his head and moving his hands.

you started to laugh silently, covering your face, “riki i don’t know if it’s supposed to look like that!”

he threw his head back and laughed, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie that matched yours.

you both got matching hoodies last semester because he got tired of having to shoo off locals who tried to talk to you. so he fixed the problem. that was the first time you realized you saw him more than a best friend.

you watched him rush over to the tea bags and threw them in the pot, one of the papers was still attached and it caught fire.

riki jumped back, “WHAT DO I DO?!”

you started laughing, falling to the floor, “it’ll- it should- it’ll burn out quickly just turn off- turn off the stove!”

immediately he listened and looked at you on the floor, a little longer than a friend would, a small smile on his face before he started laughing just as hard as you.

And then I go and spoil it all

after the tea fiasco you both laid down in his room. it was around 4 am and he had soft lights around his room. it was still dark but little nooks and crannies of his room were illuminated.

“do you remember when that girl in your class asked if you were single?” you asked while readjusting the blanket. you were both talking about stories throughout your time here at the university.

riki covered his eyes and chuckled slightly, “i froze up! and started speaking japanese- yes of course i remember!”

“you did the same thing to me when that guy came up to me!” you exclaimed and shoved his arm, he acted like he was hurt and pretended to cry. then he stopped and looked at you.

“that guy was ugly you could do so much better. of course i cursed him out in japanese.”

your jaw dropped and you started laughing, “RIKI STOP THATS MEAN!” you went to shove him again but he ended up grabbing a pillow and smacking you, lightly.

you both were giggling after the play fight and you were trying to brush hair out of face. he was above you still laughing and you could help but stare at him.

he was so pretty to you, obviously you always noticed this, you’ve dyed his hair multiple times, done his makeup for some university and community performances, you had every mole on his face memorized. the little details of your best friend were your favorite. and his personality was even more beautiful to you, you loved everything about him. his laugh, the way he words things, how he talks and laughs with his whole body, you were in love with him.

“what?!” riki asked, almost taunting in a way, still playing around.

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

without even thinking you spoke, “i love you…”

“what?”

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darnell-la · 6 months ago

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𝗪𝗵𝘆? 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹

pairing: protective!rafe cameron x druggie!pogue!reaser

warning: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, drugged, assaults mentioned (not Rafe), hair pulling, slapping, mean pet names, etc.

note: we love a dark, mean, or overprotective Rafe Cameron, but author “S” decided to write a sweet Rafe towards a pogue.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Being a Pogue isn’t easy. Most Kooks say they get off and get whatever they want because their island focuses more on the Pogues. That’s easy for someone to say who gets money consistently every week.

Y/n works at the golf bar, serving people who hate her. Most of the time, she doesn’t get a tip, but if she does, it’s a big amount for a group of kids who want to show how much they have versus her.

Being on the island is cruel, and the only thing y/n feels is worth her time, is sitting at the beach, getting high and drunk anytime she can.

“Just need a few grams pre-rolled,” y/n said as she walked through Barry’s trailer. “Gave you a lil extra since my last client pissed me off. Same price, don’t worry about the rest,” Barry said before hanging y/n a bag.

Y/n left Barry’s trailer and headed to work. Today was going to be a rough day. It was a Friday, and everyone came here towards the end of the day because of the weekend.

“Hey, y/n! — Could you handle that table over there?” Y/n’s boss asked, and before looking, she said “Yes,”. Anything he asked for, she’d do for the extra tips he usually gives her from the tip jar overnight.

“Hey, guys! I’ll be your waitress for the night. My name is y/n, and I’m here for whatever you need,” Y/n fumbled her notepad, a bit nervous to cover a huge table of teen boys who usually treat her bad.

“Didn’t know they had pretty Pogue’s,” a boy said. Y/n looked up, finally getting a better look at their faces. She knew them all from school. Some are in every class she takes.

“Oh shit, you’re that Pogue with all A’s. Hey, girl!” A dude said. You smiled with a nod, not really wanting to talk. “Let’s order,” a boy that she noticed right away. Rafe Cameron.

Everyone knows how he feels about Pogues. He fights them. Embarrassed them. Steals from them. She had to stay nice today before he made something up to get her fired. She didn’t know what he was capable of tonight.

“And make sure to do it snappy, dirty princess,” a boy said before y/n walked off with all of their orders. The comment didn’t bother her, since she’s heard worse.

“Isn’t she like top of the class?” Rafe randomly asked, interrupting his friend’s conversations. “Yeah, why?” Topper asked. “Why is she here? Workin’ as a waiter,” he asked, knowing these jobs are for the lowest.

“She’s still a Pogue. Heard they don’t cover her stay at the dorms, so she stays at her dump,” Kelce said, making the table laugh. Rafe chuckled but felt off doing so.

He saw her earlier today, leaving Barry’s trailer. He was curious if they were fucking, so he asked him when he came for his usual order. “I wish,” was Barry’s response.

If she was any other Pogue, he would’ve known they were there for drugs, but her? She didn’t seem like the type. Top of her class and knew what she was doing. Why was a girl like her drugging up?

Throughout the night, y/n was moving back and forth between tables. Luckily, more tables than usual tipped her.

She thought this was finally going to be a good night until the Rafe’s table got drunk. They began making noises, throwing shots at y/n every time she walked past or served them more drinks.

She didn’t notice, but Rafe was the only one who didn’t say anything. His friends tried to convince him, but he said he “wasn’t in the mood,”.

“Ayo!? — Where’s my beer?” A Timothy asked. Y/n quickly made his drink and ran over to serve. “Took you long enough. Might take a dollar or two off your tip,” he said as the table chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I was pretty busy-“ she tried explaining herself. “Doing what? Stealing. Oh, shit, people! Check your pockets!” He shouted, embarrassing her, but she tried her best not to show it.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” she said. Seconds later, the boy pulled y/n onto his lap. “Let’s hope not, or you’ll have to make up for it, hm?” He said. Y/n wanted to slap him, but she couldn’t. She’s never been in a position like this.

“Right, princess?” He asked in her ear as his hands traveled her body. “Y-Yes sir,” she stuttered as the table laughed but Rafe. “How about you take a break and stay here with us. Talk about yourself,” Kelce suggested.

“Yeah, do that,” Timothy focused on her curves as she shook in embarrassment and lack of comfort. “I-I wish, but I can’t. I have other tables,” she said, moving to leave, but Timothy tightened his grip on her.

“But Ian done with you yet,” he said. Of course, his friends found it funny. Y/n tried pushing his hands off of her respectfully and leaving, but he didn’t like that. “Kinda hot when a Pogue resists,” he said before sniffing and lightly kissing her neck.

Y/n yelled as she strongly pushed off of him. “C’mon, baby-“ he went to reach for her but she quickly gave him a punch to his face, causing him to fall out of his chair. He was drunk and it was unexpected.

“Hey!” His Friends said as they got up. Even Rafe. “The fuck is your problem!” Another friend yelled at her, pushing her to the ground roughly.

“Hey, hey! — What’s going on here?” Y/n’s boss asked as Y/n got up. “This Pogue punched me!” Timothy said. “What!? You fuckin’ touched me without permission!” Y/n yelled back.

“It was a joke you crazy bitch,” Timothy touched his lip, feeling an open cut. “I’m bleeding! Is this what you hire!?” He yelled, shocking the boss. “You basically sexually assaulted me!” Y/n yelled.

“Barley, you freak. Why would I want something like you? A fuckin’ Pogue!” He yelled, aching y/n’s stomach. How could someone do what he did, and then talk to you like you meant nothing.

“Y/n, go home,” her boss spoke. “But-“ she tried saying. “Go home! Take the rest of the week off,” he said. Kelce and some of the rest laughed, knowing that would fuck with her income. Getting paid all week wasn’t great for her.

Y/n stormed out of her job in anger, pissed off that the Kooks always get what they want. Her boss has cameras, and he didn’t think twice about looking. This was bullshit!

It’s been hours since y/n got home. She couldn’t help but drink and light a couple to ease her mind. She was overthinking and hurt. What if she lost her job? How could she possibly live decently?

On the other hand, Rafe got into a fight with Timothy after he brought up the fact he made sure to talk to her boss and tell him if she came back, he’d sue the place.

Rafe was disgusted. He started the whole situation and ended it like some bitch. Y/n had been nice to the table all night, and he repaid her like that? No. He didn’t like that one bit.

“How could you choose a Pogue over your homies!?” Timothy had yelled at him before Rafe left. Rafe didn’t know got to answer, but he knew this wasn’t right. Something in him saw the real struggle of a Pogue that he’d never paid attention to before.

It’s early in the morning. Y/n’s awake and Rafe is at her front door. He quickly knocked, needing to talk to her about last night.

Y/m groaned, hoping this wasn’t one of her friends. They know she’s unavailable before 12pm. “What!?” She dragged before opening the door to face with a Kook. A Kook at her door was new.

“What do you want?” She asked, slightly closing the door. She didn’t know what he was here for. “Are you seriously high? At this hour?” Rafe asked, feeling anger run through his body instantly.

“Why do you care? Not like you don’t snort white dust every night,” she said. “I’ve been clean. For 2 years,” she said with a straight face. Y/n felt horrible. Why would she bring someone else’s addictions up?

“I — I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ she tried apologizing. “It’s okay,” he genuinely said. “But what’s not okay, is you high at this time of day. That’s not good for you,” he said, making her roll her eyes. Who is he to tell her what she should do.

“What did you come here for?” She asked, not wanting to talk to Rafe Cameron about her drug life. What if he used it against her. “To apologize for my friend. Had to teach him a lesson last night,” y/n said, confused.

Rafe lifted his hands, causing y/n to flinch. She soon realized he was trying to show her his knuckles. He had to beat Timothy good.

“Oh my god, Rafe!” She said. “Nah uh — Why the fuck did you flinch?” Rafe asked, feeling so much confusion that was covering his anger. “I-I don’t know,” she said. “Does someone beat you or some shit?” He asked as he looked passed her for any signs of a partner.

“Were you beat?” He asked. “God, no, Rafe. I was just- I thought you were gonna hit me,” she said. “Why would I hit you!?” He slightly shouted. “I don’t know! Maybe because you fight JJ and John B any second you get!” Y/n yelled in his face.

Rafe wasn’t expecting this morning to go like this. He came to apologize. Hope he could learn more about her, but now he sees how she sees him. As another Timothy.

“Look, y/n — I’ve been done with that for years. Plus, I’ve never hit a woman in my life. I came here to have a decent conversation with you, that’s all,” Rafe spoke.

“Well, I’m not up for speaking. Needa figure out how to make money since I woke up to an email, firing me from my one and only job,” she said, slightly mad at him, but only because he’s a Kook.

“I can help you,” he said, making her scoff. “No — No way Ima let some Kook, better yet, Rafe Cameron help me get a job because he sees me as some weak girl,” she said, about to close her front door, but he pushed it open, all the way.

“Y/n, I’m trying to help you. Can you not see that?” He asked. “No, I can’t! All you do is lie and-“ she tried continuing. “That was years ago! Just because you haven’t changed, doesn’t mean I couldn’t!” He yelled in her face.

The two were silent. Y/n was silenced. He was right, and she knew that. Why is she blaming a random Kook for her lifestyle? She’s the one who uses up her money for drugs. Not him. Her.

“Bye, Rafe,” y/n said in a low soft voice as she closed her front door. Rafe’s mouth opened, but he didn’t know what to say. Why would he yell at her life that? He knows how he used to feel when people yelled at him and he was hooked on drugs.

Fast forward to the weekend. Y/n’s outside on some Kook’s house party patio, smoking a joint while she made conversation with Barry.

She hadn’t been to a Kook party in months, but now that she’s unemployed, she had time. Barry also offered her a free supply if she came tonight, so she did.

Dressed in a tight sundress she bought herself last year. She knew she looked good. She hated going to parties, and looking like a Pogue, even though people already knew who she was.

“Needa make my rounds. See ya inside?” Barry said before leaving her outside to smoke alone. Y/n took a drag of her joint before walking her head back. She felt great. Being broke was finally out of her mind.

“Unemployed princess is here? What a surprise. Haven’t seen you at one of these in a while,” Timothy spoke as he came from behind her. Her mood was instantly ruined.

“Could you like, piss off? You’ve done enough in my life,” y/n said, going to take another drag until one of his friends slapped it out of her hand.

“Hey!” She went to get up until Timothy pushed her back onto the couch. Hard. “Don’t get feisty. No one’s here to save your ass,” he said, pointing to the big crowd that wasn’t paying attention to them. He and she knew they wouldn’t help her. She’s a Pogue after all.

“Look — I just want to have a relaxing night. I’m sorry for slapping you-“ she said. “Punching,” Kelce interrupted. “Yeah — Punched, and that shit hurt,” Timothy said before grabbing a fist full of her hair.

“Have you ever been punched in the face, Pogue? Because I could show ya,” he said as y/n stayed still. What would she possibly do? His grip was hard. She felt pain through their whole scalp.

“But actually, — You’re too pretty, for that. Maybe apologize instead,” he suggested. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t do-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh — Not that kind of apology,” Timothy’s hand traced down to his crotch before he gripped it, giving her his idea.

His friends laughed as she looked at him in disgust and shock. Out here? In front of anyone? What kind of human is he?

“No way,” she said, moving to get up but he quickly slapped her across her face, causing her to fall onto the couch she was sitting on.

“Goddamn Pogue,” he spoke as he climbed into her, quickly tugging on her dress. Y/n screamed and kicked as his friends stood around, laughing and drinking at the sight of their friend trying to assault her once again.

Rafe had seen the scene a while ago. As soon as he saw the group walk up to her, he made his way towards them. He was sadly across the yard, talking to Topper, so he couldn’t stop the slap Timothy gave her.

He knew when he got over to them, he’d go off. How dare he mess with her after he told him not to last night.

“Piece of fucking shit,” Rafe said as he pulled the boy off of y/n and instantly threw a punch to his face. “Oh shit,” one of the boys shouted, making people look their way. Finally.

“What did I say?” Rafe asked before giving him a punch. “Told you to leave her alone, didn’t I, huh? Didn’t I!?” He punched again. “Told you what would happen if I caught you near her again, didn’t I?” Rafe kept lunching.

Y/n grabbed her bag and ran off, pushing through the group in embarrassment. The dress was ripped, and her bar was on display. Her tits even showed a bit. She had to get away.

The poor girl ran to the beach to get away from the human noises. She needed something to block out her thoughts. Their voices.

She thought the waves would help, but it didn’t. The waves were very loud, but the thoughts were louder. He was going to use her. He ripped at her clothes, and no one helped. People watched. Laughed. Talked. No one helped.

Y/n threw her bag to the ground and scattered through it, trying to find a blunt Barry he’d just given to her. She needed something. Badly.

She quickly grabbed one and lit it with a drag, rushing the smoke into her lungs until it burned. She coughed but felt better. She always does, until she doesn’t.

Y/n kept taking drags, noticing the taste was different, but who cares. As long as this shit gets her what she needs.

“Y/n!?” Rafe yelled out as he ran the way she ran. After he was done with Timothy, he told Topper who ran over to the scene, to call the cops on him. He needed to be thrown away for what he did to y/n.

“Y/n!?” Rafe basically screamed, needing to know where she was. Why did she run this way? Towards the water? At night? That’s dangerous. What if she somehow got in the water and drowned? He needed to find her.

“Y/n!” He continued yelling by/n could hear him, but her kind was so where else. His voice and the waves were going through her kind like crazy, but she curled up and ignored them.

He blunt, lighter, and bag laid next to her curled body. She felt different. She felt like everything was attacking her at once. She could feel his hands on her and people encouraging his actions.

“Why the hell y/n,” Rafe ran across the girl and dropped to his knees. “Y/n - Y/n!” He pulled her to sit on her up to sit. Her eyes were closed and she shook her head.

“D-Don’t — Please! I-I’ll do better!” She cried out. “Oh my god,” Rafe looked at her, feeling pain in his heart. She was beyond fucked in the head. He remembers how it felt.

“We gotta get you out of here,” Rafe said as he put out her blunt and then put it and the lighter in her bag. He threw the bag over his shoulders and tightened the straps before throwing y/n over his own shoulder. It took a lot, but he got it done.

“S-Sorry, sorry! — I’m so sorry!” She cried out. Rafe’s eyes filled with tears. What is she thinking right now? Does she think he’ll hurt her? He hated the thought of that. He’d never do that.

On the way to Rafe’s dorm, y/n was knocked out. He watched her all night, and she didn’t drink or smoke enough to be like this.

Rafe searched through her bag after he parked, to take a look at her blunt he saw Barry give her. He never trusted Barry, and he was right not to.

He could see the mixture of hashish and some Xani bars crushed into her roll-up. “He’s so fuckin’ dead,” Rafe said to himself. He’ll be sending the cops after him too.

Y/n is now in Rafe’s bed, sound asleep. He changed her into his T-shirt and shorts so she’d be comfortable. He didn’t want her waking up in the dress some Kook ripped at.

Y/n woke up later the next day. Her mind was fuzzy, but she felt fine. She felt like she’s gotten the best sleep she’s ever had.

The girl went to go back to sleep until she remembered she never made it back to her bed. Whose bed is she in?

Y/n slowly turned around in the bed, noticing someone was next to her. When she finally saw the man, her heart dropped. What did she do?

“Rafe,” y/n said as her heart began to pound. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but her body did. She was stunned.

Rafe groaned as he turned towards y/n. His eyes were closed because he was still in his sleep. “Fuck,” she said low, trying to think of what she should do. She can’t wake up and have a normal conversation with Rafe. In Rafe bed. In Rafe Cameron’s fucking bed.

Y/n took her time but managed to get out of bed without waking him up. That’s when she noticed she had his clothes on. God, this isn’t looking good for her.

Y/n slowly tipped-toed to Rafe’s room door, pulling in the handle but it wouldn’t open. She pulled hard and noticed a keyhole. With a missing key. Did he lock the door?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Rafe spoke, making y/n jump. “Fuck, I — Hey! Hey,” she said, pushing her body up against his door. She was in his dorm. This day was getting worse by the second.

“Why don’t you come back over here and lay down. Was a long night last night,” he said. Y/n tried thinking of the night, but nothing was clicking. Not one thing until her eyes landed on her dress on his desk.

Her ripped dress. The dress that Timothy ripped when he tried groping her last night. The dress people watch gets tugged on while they watch.

“O-Oh my god, her heart skipped a breath as she spoke. Y/n placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down. Rafe noticed and quickly got up and ran towards her.

“Nah uh, c’mere,” Rafe slowly walked y/n to his bed until she was sat. “Don’t stress — Nothing happened. I finished the job. You won’t ever have to worry about him again,” Rafe said, trying to calm her down.

“B-But-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh, no buts. I got it. I got you. You’re safe and sound. I won’t ever let him or anyone hurt you again,” he said. “Including yourself, so we’re gonna have to figure out this drinking and smoking problem,” he said as she looked at him.

“Yep, and it’s gonna be easy. You have me and-“ she went to say. “T-That’s not possible. Rehab costs money and — And I’m broke,” she said as tears streamed down her face. So much hit her head.

“Hey — Baby. I’ve got you, I said. I’m gonna pay for you, and you’re gonna get clean in no time,” Rafe said, but y/n’s mind stopped at the name he called her. Baby?

“Baby?” She asked. “Yes, a-and I know that confuses you. Fuck — It confused me, but I can’t just watch you ruing yourself. I refuse,” he said like he’s been her friend for years.

“B-But I need it,” she said low. “Why? You’re too beautiful for that shit. You can’t just up and smoke and drink your life away. You’re smart and the best out of all of us in school,” Rafe said.

“Yet, I’m broke. Have no family. Barely any friends. I have no one,” her head lowered. “That’s not true,” he lifted her head slow and softly. “You’ve got me. And I promise, I’m not talking out of my ass. On my father, I’m not,” he said.

Everyone knows Rafe Cameron wants to impress his father, Ward Cameron, so his saying that, was slightly believed y/n. But words need action, and she doesn’t know how those actions can happen in her life. Who would up and help a Pogue?

“Gonna get you clean, get to know you, change the way you see the world. You can change the way people see Pogue’s, y/n. You changed me. And that was without a word being spoken to me,” he placed both of his hands on either side of her cheeks.

“You’re so special, y/n. I’ve always seen it, but never sat and thought about it. I was stupid. Shit, I still and for keeping that motherfucker alive, but don’t worry. I’ll do whatever you need. You need this, y/n. You deserve a better life,” Rafe added.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word. Y/n ended up pulling safe into a hug. A hug, thanking him for speaking to her like she meant something.

#rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe obx #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #outer banks pogues #obx pogues #pogues for life #outer banks

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cas-backwards-tie · 2 years ago

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Chapter One: Seed Uprooted

Heiress of Gotham

Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

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Summary: After the loss of your mother, it feels as if all hope is lost. Fortunately, you’ve been placed in the care of your absentee father. The Wayne name has always been said to come with a few odds and ends that you’d have to get used to, the question is: will you?

Warnings: Angst, Anti-Police themes, Cursing, Death, Depression themes, Orphanage

Words: 1.5k

A/N: This has actually been in my drafts and in my docs for... at least three years, I know. It's been rewritten at least twice, and I'm finally deciding to put it out there.

I remember that day. I remember exactly where I was when I’d found out. And I remember the moment I met him.

The high-pitched ringing gives permission for us to finally leave the classroom, Mrs. Gurdept’s earlier demand that “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.” did not divert anyone’s attention from packing up. Backpack already strung across your shoulders, you’re out the door along with everyone else. While your friend Daisha talks about how annoying the classmate is that sits next to her in History, it’s the uniformed men coming your way that catches your attention. It’s the BPD: the Bludhaven Police Department. Parting the sea of students the police officer’s eyes scan the faces of the students passing them. Heart rate rising, you try to keep your eyes on Daisha, determined to look engaged in conversation enough to skate past them without questioning.

“Miss?” One of the officers steps in front of you, blocking your path. Eyes immediately jumping up to his face, you scowl. “Can you answer a few questions for me?” Rumor has it they’re looking for Perdy Chapman, one of the sophmores who supposedly ran away from home once he’d been ousted as a drug runner for Marin’s gang; worst part was… he was funny, nice, and a straight A student. Officer reaching into the pocket on his breast, the white glimpse of a folded paper is barely seen before you respond. There’s no doubt it was some sappy photo of your classmate that you most definitely don’t want to see.

“No, I’m sorry, Officer. We’re late to practice!” Instantly grabbing Daisha’s hand you tug her along behind you, speedwalking toward the exit. She doesn’t question you; most of the kids know by now: never talk to the police. If you haven’t done anything wrong, then there’s no reason to talk to them. They’re all corrupt anyway.

Sitting on top of the cement barriers blocking off the parking lot from the kiss-and-ride line, Daisha playfully smacks your arm. “‘We’re late to practice’? Are you kidding me? You were so fucking quick with that!” A fit of laughter consumes the both of you, the imagined frustrated looks upon the cop’s faces bringing you practically to tears. It takes a while to calm down, the conversation turning into gossip, and eventually into Daisha sharing some of the memes she’d recently seen online.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” The question leaves your lips as your eyes watch the dark, ominous clouds roll through the sky. A wet smell of oncoming rain lingers in the air like the humid and hot summer nights in the Carnaveron District.

“Well… if the clouds aren’t an obvious sign, I’d say yes,” she teases. The three short honks are our signal: her mom is here. Jumping off the cement barrier we head over to the spot she’s parked in line, a soft drizzle makes itself known as the drops plunk the roof of the car. Daisha sweeps you into a quick hug before getting into the car, the duo waving goodbye before driving off. Since you don’t live far, it’s easier to walk. It’s the one part of your routine that consistently brings you joy. The breeze and gentle pitter of rain on your skin helps clear your head of all the school drama. Off toward home, you find yourself beginning to get lost in thought about tonight’s homework assignments and what you have to do. It’s only the buzz of the cell phone in your pocket that brings you back to reality. “Auntie?”

“It’s your mother. Get to the hospital as soon as you can. Cuidate, mija.” The dial tone signals the call’s ended. Frozen there on the sidewalk, time doesn’t seem to pass; thunder rumbles in the distance, it’s the only thing that reminds you that time is still moving. It starts to sprinkle rain.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

Technically you were an orphan… at least that’s what you’d thought. Legally they were mandated to send you to a state-run orphanage. Everyone probably thinks they don’t exist today, and yet, there it was… right in front of you, open and waiting: the gates of purgatory calling your name. Though on the borders of Bludhaven and the streets that lead toward the country part of the state, the building looks like any other. Brown bricks, tall elongated windows; it would look like a ghastly warehouse to you from the outside if you didn’t notice the tricycle on the lawn, or the chalk drawings on the sides of the building and sidewalk leading up to it.

“I have to take this call, excuse me,” the social worker steps away from the black Hatchback Sedan. Lost in your own world, it doesn’t even occur to you to eavesdrop on her call. There’s no possible way that things could get worse than this. Nonetheless, many ‘mhms’ and ‘okay, I understands’ are heard throughout the field adjoining the driveway. The grey clouds finally starting to disperse, it’s quiet out here, the only murmur of your social worker talking and the occasional passing car fill the air. Just as the numbness starts to churn in your stomach at the thought of your Mom, there’s a knocking on the car window.

“Damn!” There’s an exasperated and ludicrous look in her eyes. “Someone’s got one hell of a guardian angel lookin’ out for you, kid. Follow me.” Even if she’s audible through the glass, she doesn’t wait to check as she turns and heads toward the orphanage’s entrance. Though thoughts of running away cross your mind, there’s no logical reason to do so. What’s left out here for me? Nothing.

Once inside of the building you're told to sit tight on one of the wooden benches by the entrance office. Though the social worker chats with the warden, you don't pay them any mind. Their words go in one ear and out the other, your fiddling fingers in your lap far more entertaining as you try and comprehend what the toll of your mother's death will have on the rest of your life. Sixteen, and no longer any semblance of security in any realm of matter toward your future. How did this happen?

It feels as if it's instantaneous, yet the wall on the clock shows over half an hour has passed. Doors creak open with the cool ocean-ladened post-rain wind, an older man closes the umbrella he'd been holding over the younger-looking man who strides into the building with a sort of conviction that only exists through the air it permeates. They both are adorned in long trench coats and sunglasses, though the younger wears a black hat.

"Lisa! I assume this is her," the broad man addresses your social worker before turning his gaze down toward you. With the click of the door's lock as it seals shut, all noise diminishes in the halls of the orphanage aside from the faint echo of children's laughter in the distance. The building instantly warms by a few degrees and the men take off their sunglasses, pocketing them. Mouth subconsciously falling agape, you recognize one of them. The man standing before you is one you've only seen all your life on billboards, television, and in magazines: Bruce Wayne. He crouches to your eye-level.

"Yes, this is-" Lisa, the name of the woman you'd only known as your social worker, begins to introduce you. What follows truly feels like some sort of grief-stricken concoction of fantasy, and though it might be dangerous, you follow it.

It isn’t until the car pulls up to the massive and ornate double doors that you snap out of it. “This isn’t a joke?” He must be tired of it: this most likely being the fifteenth time you’ve asked such a thing in the last hour.

“No. It’s not,” while one might pick up on the disappointed tone in his voice, Bruce Wayne offers a small, sympathetic smile. His hand gently comes to rest on your shoulder, leading you out of the clean, sleek Rolls Royce.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss,” the elderly man states your name in a titular way. Taken aback, he hardly registers in your mind. Too many thoughts and emotions consume you, leaving nothing but a rapidly beating heart and a million questions tucked inside the body of a young girl. The fields had turn back into factories, factories into skyscrapers, skyscrapers into trees, and by then you’d finally come onto the property. In the dark there wasn’t much to take in; light illuminating windows upon rows of windows that span so far you wonder for a moment if they ever stop. Yet the edge of the mansion can be spotted from your place by the door, too weary to step inside.

"Are you coming?" Bruce Wayne, himself, asks you.

"I'm afraid if you stand out there all night you'll catch a cold," the older gentleman, whom you've already forgotten the name of, warns.

"That reminds me, Alfred, please go set up a bath for her. I'll take her upstairs," Bruce delegates. Though you wouldn't know it for months, he decided to give you a moment. Waiting at the door, he remembers the hours and days that followed his own parents' death. He's well aware that this is undoubtedly a big moment for you, if not the biggest in your lifetime, and thus, a little patience won't hurt.

"This is..." you can barely even come up with a sentence, let alone a string of thoughts as you take in the palace before you.

"-your new home? Yes." He finishes the thought for you.

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 1 year ago

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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 5 (Porty MK, Artist MK, Delivery MK)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson either Wildfire or Firecracker

- Whenever something goes wrong he says "called it." (He did not, in fact, call it)

- Calls everyone "Dude"

- Once took Redson out to the Anti-gravity Arcade and got mad when he passed out after almost 32 hours of non-stop dancing and playing arcade games

- Tells MK that he has no fashion sense but will wear the most atrocious combination of colours and patterns himself

- Has multiple ear piercings as well as a bellybutton and tongue piercing

- Once threw a party that got busted by the police and dispelled himself to avoid getting caught

- Has so much energy, if he's not at a party he's constantly walking around the apartment, if his legs start hurting he'll sit down for like 8 seconds before getting up and walking around again because he still has so much energy left

- Makes the dirtiest jokes known to man kind

- Makes the others do karaoke night with him. every. week.

- Will sometimes put on lipstick and kiss all over Redsons face and neck to make og MK jealous (trust me guys, please🙏)

- Absolutely HATES dark chocolate, it's too bitter for him

- Despises the claw machine games at the arcade, if he gets something and then it falls out of the claw he'll literally break the glass and just take it

- Lives on energy drinks

- Will refuse to drink any soft drinks when they run out of bubbles

- Loves those cringey alpha wolf memes

- Laughs at those firemen saving people in reverse videos and always sends them to Redson, who also laughs at them (yes it does concern MK and the others)

- Smells like sweat and cotton candy (its from flavoured vape smoke)

- Love language is Quality time (and by quality time I mean partying)

- Has a whole box of glowsticks

- "Hey, hey, hey guys, watch this!!" *fails at trick*

- Loves candy, especially hard candies

- Scams kids out of their tickets at the arcade

- Paints his nails a different colour every week, and almost always uses glow in the dark nail polish

- Tried to make his own firework show once and set three houses on fire

- Would rearrange someone's whole room just to mess with them

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to take prizes from the claw machines without having to actually play them

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson his Muse

- Would probably collect bones. It freaks the fuck out of MK and the other clones

- Will destroy any and every art piece if it doesn't turn out exactly how he envisioned it in his head

- Writes fanfiction

- Constantly covered in paint splatters, charcoal, glue, etc

- Hates baths, lives off dry shampoo

- He acts like a cat whenever he gets wet

- Takes great care of all his art supplies and will flip out if something is out of place

- Agreed to help Sandy paint his boat again the second time he was summoned but only if Sandy stopped changing what colour he wanted it to be after every new coat of paint (Sandy learnt his lesson the first time art MK was summoned)

- His advice is always "just kill them"

- Bites ankles

- Was almost arrested for vandalism (he ran away from the cops)

- Once painted a picture of Redson, who only said "this is pretty good" (it was in fact a genuine compliment, he loved it), and Artist almost killed him

- Analyzes his dreams as if he's the prophet predicting the end of the world

- Won't let anyone use his art supplies

- Growls at people

- Perfectionist

- Smells like paint fumes

- Love language is gift giving and words of affirmation

- If he's focusing on something really hard and something startles him, he'll jump in the air like a cat

- Was drawing at a park once and a bunch of kids were being annoying so he tripped one when it ran past him

- Collects concept art books from literally anything, movies, video games, TV shows, it doesn't even matter if he's played/watched them he just likes looking at the concept art

- Insomniac who 'cures' it with an unholy amount of caffeine

- Has drank paint water before, will do it again

- Extremely passive agressive

- MK yelled at him once for getting paint all over his bed

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to reach higher places when painting on walls and shit

(Had to use og MK has a base ref because the show did delivery MK dirty)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson Paprika

- Loves straws, will only ever drink something if he uses a straw (I did this as a kid)

- Is constantly listening to music while doing deliveries and has absolutely passed his destination on multiple occasions

- Surprisingly witty

- Is the only MK who knows how to cook and genuinely loves it

- Has a little bit more chub than og MK does (duplicatnation did him dirty and I will never forgive them for his design)

- Has gotten into physical fights with rude customers before and would do it again

- Absolutely HATES eating fish

-His shoe laces are never tied, the amount of orders he's ruined because he tripped on his stupid laces is insane

- If he gets bored he'll just lay on the floor and do nothing

- Has accidentally eaten dog food before

- After a long day of delivering he'll pass out for hours at a time then wake up again at like 2am

- "Not to be rude, but.." proceeds to say the most disrespectful shit you've ever heard

- Either cannot keep a secret for the life of him, or will immediately forget the secret 5 mins after being told what it is, no in-between

- Him and the other clones accidently broke into a strangers house once, and he felt really bad so he cleaned the dishes before leaving (it was on the news)

- Will @ a specific person in a group chat instead of just dming them

- Sometimes eats out of the noodles he's delivering, no one has found out yet

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is Acts of service

- If he gets into a fight with someone he is fully willing and ready to resort to biting

- Saw Monkey King eat his own hair once and almost threw up

- Sometimes if a customer is being rude while ordering over the phone he'll purposely drive slow or take a longer route so their noodles are cold when they get them (og MK has told him to stop multiple times because he's scared of Pigsy thinking he's the reason they get any bad reviews)

- Has a Spotify Playlist for every possible occasion

- Gives out really good hugs and will hug people for really long periods

- Cries when he sees sad animal videos

- Can't whistle to save his life

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to hold more orders to get work done faster

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chelledoggo · 3 months ago

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MEMES/IMAGE EDITS I'VE MADE IN THE PAST BASED ON WEIRD DREAMS I'VE HAD (CW for scorpions in one image)

this is a long-ahh post so i'll be nice and put everything under the cut.

this is one i had when i was a little kid. i was in our kitchen at night, and this giant Visa logo was chasing me around. i jumped into a crib that was randomly there for some reason, and it honed in on me just before i woke up.

this was another one i had as a little kid about a weird ending to a Barney episode. looking back, though, i think it was the Count from Sesame Street at the end and not the Hamburgular.

Barney x The Count x Hamburgular OT3 tbh. /j

okay so this one i THINK i had towards the end of 2021. i was at Disney World and there was this new walk-through attraction called "The New Naples." all it was was this dingy run-down old crackhouse and at the end there was this sentient Barney plushie with red, angry eyes and wearing a chef costume that would jump out and attack you.

this one's also from 2021. i was at Universal Studios or some other amusement park, and this was a sign outside one of the rides. i think it was some sort of bumper-car ride with spray nozzles full of colored slime that you could spray at people.

the pink tax at work smh. /hj

also from 2021. all i really remember was that this was a design on a t-shirt.

to this day JimmyTheGoat dot com does not seem to exist.

in this dream (2021 was the year of weird dreams for me lol) i had a magical TV that was inhabited by the good fairies from Sleeping Beauty, who spent all their time making movies in real-time for me to watch.

i was watching a movie in which Sleeping Beauty and Snow White fell in love and ran away together. (love wins~) this was the logo at the end. yes, the MS-paint eyes were part of it. Flora had to go and make her clothes blue for this gig and she ain't happy about it. show some respect.

guess the year. go on. guess. in this dream, this little scorpion/guinea pig hybrid was chasing me around my house. he was adorable, yes, but he was also venomous enough to kill me in one fell swoop if i'd come in contact with it.

this one's actually from 2020! yeah, i know! in this dream, Disney wanted to hop on the "My Little Pony: Pony Life" bandwagon and made their own version with the Disney Princesses. (the image source is from the Video Brinquedo mockbuster cartoon "Little Princess School.")

these last two i don't remember any context for or even what happened in the dreams they're from. i think they're just random memes i saw in my dreams. but they're worth a mention.

i think the pigeon one was one i saw just before waking from a nap.

hope you enjoyed the inner machinations of my enigmatic mind.

bye.

#dreams #dream recreation #shitpost #meme #long post #weirdcore #shut up chelle

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sexually-confused-goblin · 8 months ago

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Alright, I've seen so many gifs, screenshots, memes and so much fanart about "Interview with the Vampire" (season 2?) the past few days which convinced me I should watch it at some point - but I haven't so far (also haven't read the books or watched the movie), so I thought I might do one of those "never seen it but that's what I learned about it so far without any context" posts (they seem fun :D).

I have no clue what's actually going on, but here goes nothing:

A vampire is interviewed by a 70-something-year-old. I haven't really figured out who exactly is interviewed, but one potentially interviewed vampire is called Armand and another Louis. The interviewer is called Daniel.

Armand went by a different name at some point (Rashid?).

It's actually not the first interview between the vampire and Daniel.

Daniel has daughters and was married at some point.

Daniel was in some kind of relationship with Armand (or maybe Louis?) when he was younger (but they never fucked and a big part of the fanbase wants "the old man to get fucked" - no idea if they mean Daniel or the potentially very old but very young looking vampire).

Everyone is manipulating each other somehow.

Daniel takes no shit and keeps making fun of Louis and Armand.

There are two cute lesbians (or maybe they're bi or something else, idk?) and at least one of them is a vampire (called Claudia).

There's one vampire called Lestat who seems like the one who pulls/pulled the strings to some extent. He seems very controlling.

Either Lestat or Louis (or both?) ran a brothel.

Armand was sold into sexual slavery in his past and refers to Louis as "maitre". They're in a relationship.

Daniel took drugs in his youth.

Armand has the biggest wettest eyes. He looks like a kicked puppy in so many screenshots which makes me want to ruffle his hair (it looks so soft!) and wrap him in a blanket.

Daniel likes martinis a special way and Armand knows how to make them exactly that way (mind reading?).

Armand is an ipad kid.

#i'll probably return to this post to see which of those bullet points are true #after this week's over i'll finally have enough time again to start a new series so it'll have to wait 'til then #iwtv #interview with the vampire

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someprettyname · 8 months ago

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So I was bored yesterday night and I took a few 'who's by bllk bf' quizzes...out of which on one quiz I got...

and this one particular quiz and it's questions made me realise....

CRAP❗❗

Everyone has that one character they find the most interesting/fascinating and notice the FIRST, mine was Kunigami.

Fuck. I still remember it. It was this scene...

And then he said "I like to play it fair." And my mind INSTANTLY ran back to all the moments and I realised he was NOT one of those mean guys who was at other's throat. (I mean, pardon. When I started blue lock that's how I summarised it in a nutshell : teenage boys at each other's throat to achieve their goal. I mean, it was pretty early on in the show so I didn't have individual opinions on every character.)

It was that moment that I realised he was actually a calm guy who had morals and principles (hot. Very very hot.) AND HE DID stick to them at all times.

I mean, even after wild card, he still does. Let's not forget that he did assist Isagi in his goal. He has gotten harsh with words, so what? He has gotten more cold, so what? He has become more of a lone wolf, so what?

SO. WHAT?

Let's sit down. I have a few things to say. [ Long post under the cut.]

I'll never understand why this fandom is SO mean to him. First of all, not all cold/rude guys are BAD. Besides, we haven't seen him interact with non-rivals/normal people after wild card. Second of all, honestly? What do y'all even expect? Have you not gone through a high stress period? Have you not been through a VERY INTENSE trauma in a VERY SHORT period?

If you haven't, you better not comment on my baby or i WILL fight you. 😠

Let's not forget he had to beat 264 HUNGRY AND VILLAINOUS guys in wild card. (I mean, our MC Isagi himself came to that point many times throughout season 1 where his dreams were at stakes. If those kids were so intense in blue lock can you imagine what would've happened in wild card? Yep. 100x worse. I wouldn't be surprised if there were sabotage attempts at him multiple times. Or if what happened at wild card is WAY worse than what we are expecting. Then would y'all come back apologising, just like you did with Kaiser?)

And as of what we know about wild card, a lot of factors were out of the control of a player. I mean, how your body is and whether you can shape it to be ambidextrous is NOT in your control. Of course in that case he worked the hardest to stay in the competition. He's still going VERY STRONG for someone who has pushed himself past his limits and overworked himself. (You don't understand guys, the changes he bought to his body...how much time did he even had for that? 1 month? 2 month? No. As someone who has been to gym and been on a good diet with muscle training and weight lifting, those changes are TOO BIG to be easily achieved in that span of time. If you do weight training you'd know how tough it is. Only then would you know JUST HOW MUCH my sweetheart boy pushed himself 😟)

I hope kaneshiro gives us more details about what EXACTLY happened in wild card. How was his experience there? What was done to him? But, even without that, anyone with basic empathy can say it wasn't a very good place to be. Your passion, your dreams at stake, you're overworking yourself and that too SEVERELY, and on top of all that you are CURBED of your orginal play style and have to copy someone else. That sounds HORRENDOUS. And he went through all that. He survived all that. He probably doesn't even realised he survived something which would have KILLED someone else. Literally. He's a damn warrior. Fucking give him credits for that guys. Why is no one talking about this? Y'all just make memes and slander him, which, fine. But no respect post? No character analysis?

We, as a fandom, have failed him :(

My baby 🥺 he deserves the world 🤧

And DO NOT FUCKING GIVE ME "geez what's so big about it? He can't play for Japan? There are other teams out there." No. Stop. Are you stupid? Do you not get it? His rivals, his biggest competitors are right here, in blue lock. If he or ANYONE for that sake, loses here, it'd break their confidence. Break as in SHATTER their confidence and self belief. Putting everything at stake and giving something your ALL without a plan B is SCARY. Sure thing he can play for other national team, but at the back of his head...that one voice saying "You're a loser. You lost to those guy who were competing to be the best. Leave alone being the best, you aren't even in the league of the ones aspiring to be the best." Do you know how tough it is to overcome it and shake it off? Blue lock is something all those disqualified kids were in for a few months, but the trauma of that failure they're carrying with them is gonna last....who knows how long?

If I could, I would take all the Kunigami hate and disrespect and direct it towards that monk boy. I DESPISE him oh my god. If anything, we should be thanking Kunigami (REO stans, I'm looking at you). If we look plot wise, he and Reo were at equal chances of losing at blue lock and of course, OF COURSE Reo was chosen. Mikage is not a character who was designed to someone who has the potential to survive wild card. Kunigami was someone who's muscle power and build was highlighted since the beginning. Besides, that match with Shidou (I don't count the monk dude as a player) must've served to humble REO. That's good atleast. The only way REO and Kunigami could BOTH survive after losing that match was this. So if Kunigami was chosen, REO would've been sacrificed.

I trust kaneshiro as a writer and that's why I'm so curious on what is he trying to convey through Kunigami's story. Is it the harsh and toxic reality that for some people, just good principles won't help you be successful and that you need atleast some toughening up and at least SOME amount of evil to excel? Because if yes, then FUCK YOU KANESHIRO. You didn't have to attack me like that. Ouch. That hurt.

By any chance, if you look closely, the day he beats Shidou I'll be the one cheering the loudest :)

Not because I have any resentment against Shidou. No. Not at all. But because of the metaphor that win would carry. :) [ and I love my orange head too much anyways ]

You might say, oh he has become so rude and villainous, and THAT'S THE POINT. He was NOT like this, and at the core, people don't change so easily. So if he's so hard on other people, can you imagine what he's like to HIMSELF? What self depreciation and roughness he puts himself through? If you're gifted with a good empathy or have gone through similar experiences in a way or the other, you might be able to tell.

Hm. That's enough yapping for now. I feel better. Now if you will, I'd like to go and fantasise wrapping him up in a warm blanket, give him hot chocolate, then lay him down on my lap, run my fingers through his hair (flufffff) and let him cry...or....vent. both maybe. Whatever he wants. Because, i don't know about you guys, but I still love him. And I have it in me to be strong for him and help him heal.

Kunigami Rensuke, Mi amor. You deserve the world. ♥️

#blue lock #Phewwww i got too emotional. But atleast i wrote it all out.#kunigami rensuke #character analysis #rensuke kunigami #Bllk #Bllk manga #blue lock manga #blue lock anime #wild card #Favourite #Ranting #blue lock kunigami

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sapphire-weapon · 11 months ago

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my first fictional crush was goku at age maybe 6.

the first fanfiction i ever wrote was FF7. the second one was DBZ. the third was a crossover between them both. i was like. 8 or 9.

in 5th grade, i got in trouble in school for passing handwritten DBZ fanfiction back and forth with the boy who sat front of me in class, and my mom refused to yell at me for it because she was glad that i was doing something creative.

DBZ was one of the things that my brother and i actually did together as kids. we were never close because he's 6 years older than me, but i have distinct memories of coming home from school and he'd be waiting with the next 3 or 4 DBZ episodes he'd downloaded from the internet, japanese fansubbed in english because the english dub hadn't released past the frieza saga yet. so i knew how the series went before any of my friends did. he would also go to chinatown in NYC and come home with bootleg fansubbed VHS tapes of DBZ movies. this was like circa 1999-2001. i still have them at my mom's house.

before i knew that cosplay was a thing that people actually did, i went as pan from DBGT for halloween when i was 12.

when i did find out what cosplay was, i was too afraid to do it properly, so when i went to my first convention at 17 with a boyfriend who did not want to go with me but i made him go anyway (it was AnimeNEXT 2007), i threw together a closet cosplay of a genderbent mirai trunks. and i actually found the fucking picture i took of it in the bathroom at my mom's house.

(that's the closest you're ever going to get to a proper face reveal btw lmao a 17 year old picture of me where you can see more of my tits than my face.)

i then went on to properly redo my pan cosplay, and i cosplayed chichi as well. took a picture at a con with a lil baby like 3 year old who was dressed up as goku. can't find it right now though.

in 2011, i went to anime boston with @feelboss and @theggning and drunkenly ran into sean schemmel (the english voice of goku) and somehow ended up on stage with him later that night, still wasted, at the hentai dubbing panel. faked an orgasm on stage for goku in front of about 200 people. my first fictional crush. probably the most iconic moment of my con-going days. i was 21.

the very first time i was able to use analysis of a character's arc to accurately predict their future portrayal in canon was mirai trunks. when his db super arc aired, i remember just being totally floored like, "i can't believe i actually called so much of this" -- especially considering the fact that DB never really had much of a reputation of being consistent.

i just have so many memories of staying up late with @godtier watching DB and shitposting and RPing bardock and raditz and trolling the fuck out of each other, and just

man DB was such a huge part of my life and just... felt like it was always there for me.

i don't normally mourn celebrity deaths, but i feel like i've spent the last 30 years of my life with akira toriyama. losing him hurts so much. it feels like the world has had a little bit of hope fade away from it. i have a headache from crying.

i know that i would always meme on you for forgetting your own characters, but... thank you, toriyama-san. for everything.

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ilkkawhat · 5 months ago

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I can't believe it's almost been a year since AW2 was released. It really changed my life. For better or for worse? Who can say, but I've been having fun.

lol it's so surreal to me that it's been less than a year that I bought and played Alan Wake 2 (one month past release, in November) purely on a whim because I saw people on the silent hill subreddit talking about it and someone even made a meme about "friendship ended with silent hill now alan wake is my new best friend" and I kid you not within just a few days my life just...changed entirely.

I have a lot of depression and anxiety and somewhere in 2023 things just...went wrong and I stopped creating. stopped giffing, never thought I'd write again and drawing lmao forget it, that shit's been hard for me to do ever since a very discouraging experience back when I was maybe like, 11 or 12. stopped going on tumblr, had given up on discord a long time before then and became a miserable ghost doing nothing but burying myself in work in what i will admit is a toxic, overwhelming and stressful environment. I still played games, still watched shows but nothing was like. Sticking with me, I guess? Not like to obsession levels and minus some good vacations I was just...empty.

And playing Alan Wake 2 for the first time was a legit terrifying experience for me--not on the levels of the first time I played Silent Hill 2 maybe (legit locked myself in my room and put on my lamp in the middle of the day cause of the sound of footsteps behind me in that game lol and my dishwasher at the time sounded like that one chugging sound in the apartments) but the dread I was feeling as I got legitimately lost in the woods of Cauldron Lake and turned around in Coffee World (having basically explored it all before triggering the parts where the enemies spawn in) and the basement of Valhalla Nursing Home was thrilling and I was excited to be playing something that was so disturbing and mind bending and emotional, too. Not even knowing the story of Alan and Alice, my heart broke during Alice's final tape. Not knowing Alan's character outside of what I saw in the second game, his "fuck it" moment where he went back into the Dark Place felt so heroic. I felt an odd sense of nostalgia watching the Koskela brothers commercials, like I had known them my whole life. Alex Casey (both the FBI agent and fictional detective) is my favorite kind of wise-cracking guy who has a heart of gold, the old guy who I wish could be my dad. Tom Zane was that mysterious wild card that you know under the surface has something sinister, unsettling esp with his manipulation of Alan but is just so fascinating to watch. Of course I saw so much of my obsessive self in Rose with her shrine for Alan. Saga's time in the dark place felt so real to me, I cried and still cry every time I read that note from her mom at that part of the game (I know you can read it sooner but it packs a bigger punch with Saga's fight to get out of her own mind.) All of the characters quickly stole my heart and ran with it and maybe it was over a few days, maybe it was all at once the floodgates just...opened within me.

I started writing again. First with a character that I never thought I'd write for again because at the time, even just thinking about him legit hurt me. Then I started scheming up fics for Alan. Then I started giffing even from self-captured gameplay footage that I don't think I've ever done before. Then I started drawing in my Alan Wake journal--a journal which, I had not done since the peak of my CSI obsession during my teenage years and even then it wasn't to the extent of what that journal is now (which admittedly, has not been filled out in quite a number of weeks and maybe that's partially cause I tend to journalize myself on here too) And then one day I couldn't contain it anymore. I started sharing again. I don't talk to anybody really like, ever outside of these asks and occasional replies but I truly never thought I'd be part of a fandom again. I worried I'd fuck it all up again (still worry about that) for myself, or others. Or both. But all the kind messages, the kind tags, the awesome people I've started following because of Alan Wake, I wouldn't give any of that up.

And of course things branched off, crushing so hard on him I got obsessed with Ilkka. I played some of Remedy's other games (still working my way through Max Payne 2 and Quantum Break very very slowly) and went back to the first Alan Wake, of course which if I had known about earlier or had an Xbox I'm sure I would have loved it back then as much as I do now. Hell I even platinumed that and Alan Wake 2 and as someone who is notorious for not finishing games other than like. The Legend of Zelda series and playing some other endless games...think it says something that I've managed to beat and complete (I always do the rhymes, stashes, lunch boxes, every playthrough) Alan Wake 2 almost 10 times now.

I was happy. I'm still, for the most part when I'm not at work, happy. Call it what you want, a delusion brought on by a distraction of obsession, a dangerous escape threatening the part of me that is still rooted in reality in the way that like, what if I become too crazy about it where it blinds me to certain things or experiences or chases people away from me because I'm too weird about it (a very real thing that has happened before)

But damn with all of that...I'm having fun with it too.

#i'm sure i've gushed about like. all this shit before #maybe not all at once #but knowing that the anniversary of aw2 is coming and the anniversary of my emergence into its world #and just having some general self reflection over my mental wellbeing as of late which is in a much better place than even 2 months ago #i've been very reflective lately #i know i'm not alone in much of this too #especially in the creating part and it just makes me so happy that so many people started creating again because of this game #i know i whine about writing a lot but the joy of creation is something truly special

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iibonniee · 1 year ago

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100 Ways to Say, "I Love You" | Lee Hoseok

100 Ways To Say I Love You: "Well, I found this meme I think you’ll like. Do you want to see"

Pairing: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 0.3k

Masterlist | 100 Ways to Say, "I Love You" Masterlist

Hoseok knew of the silence that fell throughout the apartment. Glancing around the room, he spotted his girlfriend, who had tucked herself in the corner with her laptop on her lap and covers, keeping her warm from the cool air that kept their apartment cold.

He smiled to himself, admiring how much effort she put into her work. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was working on. Still, he knew that the apartment had been almost deafeningly silent for the past hour, except for the TV that played softly for background noise.

Hoseok’s phone had kept him occupied as he allowed her to do her thing. He didn’t want to be a bother, especially with how adorable he looked. The more he looked at her, the more his heart raced in his chest. He felt like a kid with a crush. His cheeks turned pink as he watched her type away, unaware she was being watched.

“Are you doing okay?” He couldn’t help but ask. He was itching for some type of interaction or attention. He watched as she glanced up and blinked a few times. Her smile was tired, but it was a smile nonetheless to him.

“Yeah,” She began as he watched her stretch out on the seat, “I’m slowly getting there. I’m just working on this stupid essay. It’s a crazy ten-page essay for my psychology class. I’m five pages in, but I swear I’m running out of things to write about.”

Hoseok could tell the stress was beginning to get to her. He studied her carefully, almost as if he would write his own ten-page essay about her.

“Well, I found this meme I think you’ll like. Do you want to see?” He asked, waving his phone at her. On the screen, it had shown a muted Instagram reel. “You could use a break, and you know I find some of the best memes.”

Her smile was unmaskable as she put her computer down and ran over to where he sat. Relief filled his body as she snuggled into his arms, her head finding a spot on his chest, now eager to browse whatever he had to show her.

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x fluff #monsta x drabble #wonho imagine #wonho imagines #wonho x reader #wonho drabble

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rainbow-pop-arts · 1 year ago

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This is the last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 14 thoughts for @trigunbookclub…..it’s finally over?

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 96-97 under the cut!

This is it, it’s the final battle of the Trigun series! (゜Д゜;)

There’s no turning back

Holy frick, it’s Tsubasa wo Kudasai (I think the English translations of the lyrics kinda fits this, right…?)

Chronica’s alright and was gonna shoot Knives and Vash but luckily Livio came! (OH MY GOSH, HE SAID NO MAN’S LAND!! Now that I think about it, have the planet been called Gunsmoke in the manga?)

WOLFWOOOOOOD ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·

And so, the twin brothers who were separated by their ideals(?) flew away into the sunset

Aw, Knives got his own wanted poster! (´∇｀) I wonder how they got his picture? (I can’t believe Vash is still a wanted man, HE SAVED Y’ALL! (＞д＜))

Vash’s hair is all black now but he’s still my beautiful babygirl ♡ ～('▽^人)

Aaaw, he showed his brotherly love to Vash but not in a twisted way! (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡

And so he fades away after growing an apple tree. I’m not really sure how it would work out if he’s still around (damn, those fanfics weren’t kidding that he became an apple tree in the end)

VASH THE STAMPEDE IS BACK IN ACTION!

OH FRICK

Looks like there’s never any peace for Vash the Stampede

MERYL AND MILLY!!! (≧▽≦)

“Oh wow, Vash the Stampede has a girlfriend?” “If he does then wow he’s such a bad boyfriend.”

So this is where TriStamp gets the idea for Meryl being a reporter!

They about to catch Vash in 4k

Somebody please make music for these lyrics

Hey, I remember some of these guys! (◕ヮ◕ )There’s the Badlad Gang, there are the guys Vash drank with, the family that Meryl and Milly helped, Lina and Sheryl and that bad guy that Lina pissed off who’s a good guy now!

Livio (oh my, he looks more fine and he’s holding Wolfwood’s cross), the Nebraska family, Chronica’s doing alright, Ship 3!

A moment to appreciate this colored illustration (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

This spread is basically this meme

(Comic: Nan Hao & Shang Feng)

WHAT👏A👏MASTERPIECE👏

That’s all and the end of TriMax! ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡

Bonus thoughts: Oh my gosh, it’s finally over! So Knives was defeated, kinda. I dunno, Vash kinda lost the fight but Knives carried him and flew away. They got help from a father and son then Knives used the last of his powers to grow an apple tree and faded away. Which made me wonder if things would’ve worked out if Knives was still around for redemption. Meryl and Milly are now reporter girls (that spider TV looks so cute) and looks like everybody got a TV! Nice to see some of the characters we ran into in the past are here and doing well! Looks like Vash will keep running and running, but at least the world looks a little more peaceful.

(Manga: Takopi no Genzai) This has been fun! I would like to say thank you to @trigunbookclub for this event, @trigun-manga-overhaul for the manga translations and everybody who has been liking and reblogging my thoughts since the first week of Trigun Book Club!

#trigun brainrot #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #trigun #trigun manga #trimax #trigun thoughts #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #livio the double fang #millions knives #meryl stryfe #milly thompson

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zypria · 1 year ago

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Atla The Rift comic sucks part 1

Comparing apples and zucchinis

The past vs future, change vs tradition is very interesting dilemma to explore. And they've chosen two good representatives for each side - Aang, the last of his kind and the avatar vs Toph who refuses to be bound, creates new style of bending utilizing modern structure, does what she wants really. Secondary are acolytes vs factory, same thing. And my God do they suck at pitting these two against each other. Both of these sides take everything in the world and go me. Like those Katara touches necklace memes "lets eat. my mother used to eat". Connecting things that have very little to do each other just so we can have a conflict. misunderstanding but it's unintentional. They just lost the ability to make comprehensive parallels.

100+ year old ritual = bad parenting

Rituals are rooted in tradition. We do them because they are symbolic, we do what we do because that's how it's done. We honor our roots, ancestors etc etc

The phrase triggers unhappy memories for Toph, particularly of her restrictive childhood. Fair enough. But. Some of these aren't even "tradition", her parents were just like that. "This is how it's done" is no logical response to "why can't I play with other kids". There have to be rich kids with friends out there. Blind kids with friends. This is solely Beifong issue. I despise forced parallels

The following statement is just incorrect:

He didn't forget (although 100+ years are justifiable excuse). He was 10 and wasn't paying attention in the first place, figured there is plenty more festivals to remember. It wasn't celebrated because the peeps are dead. A genocide if you will. The world wouldn't end even if there were no humans around, doesn't mean we should just cease all cultural activities

Also it was ESTABLISHED that we're doing this for AANG. You know, our beloved friend the last Airbender? He wants to honor his long gone culture for a special day. Also also past avatar has something important to say, what if something happens (and something ALWAYS happens)

Instead of addressing any of this Aang goes the air nomad philosophy route. just WHY? These are not insults just for the sake of insulting, they have opposing views and should talk about it maybe. Were not even in the place to have change vs tradition argument, we're just having a field trip atm. Simple "this is really important for me and I want to share this day with my found family" solves everything but noooo. Zen mode, it will sort itself out, I'm not actively getting involved (man. this is TOPH. you should know better. rock beats airbender etc etc)

Toph is mean just to be mean. Not the cuddliest character but when did she go around insulting your every move? Especially since they didn't really ask her to do anything. You don't have to actively participate, why are you complaining in every panel? OOC behavior just to keep that gaang rift nice and divided

I can't spend 30 seconds to explain why we're about to be pulverized but I can do ancient history 101

he doesn't deny this! why. to have aang vs toph and co that's why. the most pointless fight in existence. because we have time for that apparently

the spirit is just asshole in the end

I'm not pulling caps for this. Yangchen did everything to keep her promise, not her fault Sozin happened. And let's not forget people ran away in all directions from fire nation for a century, why wouldn't they inhabit this nice empty land? The spirit was angry about his friend's demise (turns out she did that herself and is very chill. And can manifest freely too). Spirit does not ask for balance in any way, shape or form, humans must die so that I can have this land to stare at. What if some spirits decided to reside in Ba Sing Se, we destroy entire city? I thought that refinery screwing nature was going to be the big plot point but nope. Cabbage restaurant -gone. Houses - gone. You can't even walk here, disrespectful, gtfo. Extreme situation that calls for stupid resolution - spirit dead. Although looking back I can find some appreciation for not managing to tie everything nicely, cookie cutter avatar style. But imagine how much better it would've been if conflicts were well written in the first place

We got another festival so all is well?

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla comics #atla critical #aang #toph

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fireflylitsky · 5 months ago

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For the WIP ask meme: what's Melonverse?

So this is actually a kind of absurd OC x OC fic 😂 Basically @qettleqorn has this amazingly fun Nara OC, Michi, who is very handsome, charming, funny, intelligent, slutty, and all sorts of flawed (complimetary) and y'know, I just love him. (He's actually half Nara, half Yamanaka, which makes him cousins with Inoichi and I love that too because someone should give Inoichi a hard time)

Bada bing bada boom, now I've got this 25k word wip about my girly Izumi, single mother of twins making a living off a melon stand in Konoha market, and Michi, who is absolutely not the the father. He definitely did not have a one night stand a couple years ago which lead to these kids. He was definitely not shocked when he ran into her at the village market and saw two little rugrats strapped to her (one of which looks like his tiny replica, and the other has his very distinct ears). And no, he isn't slowly growing more and more fond of them over time. He's totally cool and chill about all of this. He doesn't mention any potential relation to the girls, and neither does she.

Long story short, it's like anything I tend to write. Slow burn. Kinda goofy. Dramatic. I actually write Michi more than I do my own OC 😂he's a lot of fun. And Q is a champ about letting me just take him and run, and reading whatever the brain spits out.

I'll leave a snippet of him, Anko, and Inoichi. For context, Izumi has been undergoing investigation by T&I due to her unfortunate ties to Orochimaru. Inoichi's been searching her mind to try to either find out if she's clear, or an informant, and ends up discovering her unspoken past relationship with Michi, and the fact that he has two secret little nieces. Basically Inoichi wants to Parent Trap Michi and Izumi alkjflsadkj

The office door cracks open and Anko’s smiling face pops out. “Nara Michi here at the asscrack of dawn? Never thought I’d see the day.”

He stretches out, bringing his hands to lace behind his head and gives her a lazy smile in a display of expertly crafted nonchalance. “I’ve always been full of surprises, Anko, you just never let me show you.”

“Hm, it’s like I have common sense or something."

“Or something,” he agrees in good humor. “He almost ready in there or what?”

“Yeah, yeah. You know how he is, Mr. By-The-Book. He’s just finishing up, but he says you can come in if you want.”

Yes, he wants.

Michi gets up and follows her into a fairly large, shared office space. Anko sits in the back corner. Inoichi is at the desk front and center.

“Good morning,” Inoichi greets absently, focused on the explosion of paperwork before him. “Sorry, I’m almost done. You can have a seat.”

“No worries,” Michi lies, and to his credit, it sounds very believable. This isn’t his first, second or third rodeo, and he recognizes immediately what Inoichi is doing. He’s putting a file together. A work order. Meaning Michi is there to receive a job assignment.

This is a problem.

Michi doesn’t want a job assignment. He wants an update. One that he can’t openly ask about with Anko in the room.

“Got a job for me?” Michi asks, wanting to confirm his suspicions on the off chance his gut is wrong. It’s usually not though.

“I do,” Inoichi murmurs, clacking a small stack of papers on the desk until they align into a nice, neat packet. Punching a staple through it first, he holds it out to Michi with a finite sigh. “The details are all there. Your charge will be a civilian woman.” Inoichi delivers the order just as he would any. “And by proxy, her two children.”

Well then. Isn’t this a fun little game they get to play in front of Anko now.

Michi takes the packet casually, skimming it over as he sits on the edge of Inoichi’s desk. “This is a protection order,” he realizes aloud.

“Yes. For two weeks—tentatively.”

Michi looks at Inoichi and the two exchange a subtly knowing look, lingering in it for just a moment.

Inoichi clears his throat, breaking the silence before it can stretch on too long. “I know it’s not your usual job detail, but based on the qualifications requested, you were selected.”

“Makes me curious about those qualifications,” Michi mumbles, still reading.

“The request is in there.” Inoichi gestures to the packet. “By all means, look it over. It should be a fairly easy job. It’s more precautionary than anything. Think of it as being a bodyguard for a couple weeks.”

With a humorous snort, Anko interjects from the corner, “He means babysitter. You don’t even have to leave the village.”

“Oh, well that’s perfect,” Michi says. “Think of all the experience I have from watching Ino.”

Inoichi looks mildly amused. “Yes, well, Ino didn’t have a bounty out for her live capture.”

“That you know of.”

Anko snickers quietly, half paying attention as she fills out some forms. Inoichi just sighs. “Regardless, feel free to step it up a notch on this one, Michi.”

“I’m steppin’, I’m steppin’,” Michi defends, sounding pretty unconcerned about the whole thing. Like a cool guy. A very cool guy. Definitely not a guy playing this out like speed shogi in his head, trying to frantically decide if this is a very good or very bad turn of events. Does he love Inoichi right now or does he hate him? He needs more information. “Alright so what’s the deal with this woman? Civilian with a bounty? I’m interested.”

“You should be, she’s cute,” Anko pipes up cheekily from her corner, still scribbling away.

“Oh yeah?” Michi questions, as if he isn’t fully aware of how cute she is. “As cute as you?”

Inoichi scoffs under his breath at them, but they’re used to his disgruntled noises and ignore them happily.

“Mm,” she hums in thought before deciding, “different kind of cute.”

“Alright, alright,” he muses. “I think I can work with that.”

“She’s also really sweet though, so be nice.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always nice.”

“Hm, weird,” Anko feigns confusion with a cock of her head, “You’re pronouncing ‘incorrigible bastard’ wrong.”

Michi clicks his tongue with a sigh. “Ah, sorry, I’m actually not accepting insults before 7am.”

“Aw, is little Michi tired?” Anko coos.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “If I said yes, would you get me a coffee?”

She looks at him, amused, and lets out a long sigh before standing up with a stretch. “Y’know, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“What a coincidence, so are you—lucky, that is. That I’m pretty. You’re the one that gets to look at me so much, after all.” Another sigh from Inoichi. At this point it's practically a game for Michi and Anko.

Anko just scoffs with a shake of her head. “Like I said, incorrigible bastard.”

“That’s a ‘yes’, right?”

“That’s an ‘I was going to get some for myself anyway, and since you’re looking so adorably pathetic, sure, I’ll take pity on you’.”

“Nice.”

She laughs on her way out. He’s fairly certain it’s at him and not with him. Either way, he’s won here because not only has he gotten rid of her, he’s getting a coffee out of it.

Inoichi gives him the most deadpan look in the history of deadpan looks. “You two should be separated.”

As an expert in sidestepping his dear cousin’s disapproval, Michi moves right along, waggling the work order in the air. “What kind of strings are you pulling to get me on this?”

#WIP ask game #asks #thanks for the ask!#OC x OC #Melonverse

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jadewritesficshere · 2 years ago

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18+only MDNI

Eddie had just pulled up to a red light when he heard a noise that was very evidentally not Dio. The beeping on his right caused Eddie to look over at the man riding in his passenger seat. Steve looked tense and his watch was going off. Eddie figured it was because a few minutes before he had slammed abruptly to avoid hitting a dog, throwing his arm out to protect Steve. The seatbelt did more to protect Steve then Eddie's arm did, but Eddie had kept his hand in Steve's space, eventually placing it on his knee. Eddie moved his hand from Steve's knee now,"You alright?" Steve startled at Eddie's words. "Huh? Yeah m'fine why?" Steve looked over at Eddie, face filled with confusion. Eddie cleared his throat and nodded at his watch," No reason..You got a message..one of your friends need ya?" Steve mumbled an oh and immediately started messing with his watch," Sorry about the noise...nah all is fine." Eddie nodded and focused back on driving.

This wasn't the first time Steve's watch had went off without Steve noticing. In fact, it was a very common occurrence. Steve never realized how loud it was as he had it turned down to the point he couldn't hear it anymore, but everyone else still could. Eddie watched as the kids gave him shit for it, but Eddie didn't care. He had been there the day Steve actually had his watch on silent. The day no one heard his watch go off. The day Steve missed getting texts and calls from the kids about an emergency. The look of panic on his face and the way he couldn't speak when Jane had ran into work and was crying. It all was fine, but Max had fallen off her skateboard and broken her wrist. The way Steve had felt so guilty and scared, Eddie didn't want him to have to go through that again. Eddie was fine with the noise of the watch. It was a little annoying, sure, but Eddie would rather get a lil annoyed from the noise then have Steve in pain.

Eddie would often just notify Steve his watch was going off. It seemed to be happening constantly now though, and Eddie couldn't help the envy he was feeling. He never had anyone text him first, he always had to start conversations. The only people who he had consistent conversations with and didn't always have to text first were Jeff, Gareth, Steve, and most surprisingly Robin (she sent him the best memes that made him cry from laughter). Hell, the time his phone was the most active was when he had been dealing and he hadn't done that for almost a year. Sure, maybe it was hard to text him because he either responded immediately or didn't respond for days on end... but Steve seemed to always have people texting him. Last week, they had been out to the diner and were eating milkshakes and sharing fries. Intermittently, his watch had went off all meal as they had laughed and joked around. Then this past weekend, Eddie was showing him a new song he wrote. Eddie could barely focus as the watch kept going off (not Steve's fault, but he kept wondering if Steve was just being nice and listening when he wanted to be elsewhere the way he kept messing with his watch).

Yesterday, everyone had been hanging out at Steve's. Everyone had been drinking, some weed was being passed around, it was just a good time. Robin was telling a story and half leaning against Steve; Steve had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Eddie should have been paying attention to Robin's story and how animated she was, talking with her hands and having everyone else laugh. But Eddie was thinking about how he wanted to be the one to lean against Steve. Eddie had rolled his eyes, knowing he needed to get his jealousy under control. He had sighed and looked down at his beer, wondering what it would feel like for Steve to lean right and wrap an arm around his shoulders. No! Steve was straight, he shouldn't think about Steve this way. Eddie had been glaring at his drink when Steve had tapped his knee. "You ok?" Steve looked concerned. Eddie had batted his eyes and went," Awh, you concerned for me Sweetheart?" Steve had just blinked at him and went to say something when his watch had went off, causing Robin to grab his arm and attempt to tap the watch (missing terribly because she was drunk). Steve had jerked away and fumbled with his watch before standing up and leaving the room. Eddie frowned as obviously whoever texted him was more important then hanging out.

Eddie scowled at the memory, pulling into Steve's driveway. He knew he needed to get his jealousy under control. Deep down, Eddie knew he didn't care that Steve had more friends then him. It was the fact that Steve would always divert his attention. That Steve would always make faces or be awkward after silencing his phone. Fuck, maybe he was joking about Eddie? Talking shit behind his back? He was King Ste- no. Steve isn't like that anymore.

"You okay?" Steve asks hesitantly. Eddie hadn't even realized Steve had left the car and had opened Eddie's door. "Just peachy," Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve's brow furrowed slightly and Eddie exhaled a deep sigh. "I think I'm just gonna go," Eddie looked down at the steering wheel, clenching and unclenching his fists around it. "What? We were gonna watch that movie you've been talking about," Steve shakes his head, "literal weeks you've been talking about it man." Eddie isn't sure why he's so upset; he knows he got in his own head, he can't even remember the drive here. Eddie feels a burn deep in his chest, he almost feels like he could cry. "Eddie?" Steve gently rests his hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Its fine! Just go hangout with your other friends or whatever," Eddie blurts out. He knows he isn't even really thinking, having worked himself up into a frenzy.

"Huh? What other friends?" Steve asks as Eddie brushes Steve's hand off. Eddie glances at Steve and has to look away at the hurt look on his face. "The ones who keep texting you." Eddie sighs. He shouldn't take this out on Steve. Steve hasn't done anything wrong. "No one's texting me?" Nope okay Steve has done something wrong. Eddie's head snaps to look at Steve's so quickly Eddie is pretty sure he gave himself whiplash," You're a liar and a thief Steve! A liar! I hear your watch go off all the time. I know I'm dumb, can't even graduate fucking high school, but I'm not that dumb!" Eddie is breathing hard as he stares into Steve's eyes. Steve looks as uncomfortable as he feels- which Eddie feels is pretty justified as really this was all Steve's-

"It's my heart rate."

-fault really, none of this was Eddie's fault and wait. Eddie blinks at Steve," what?" Eddie has never seen Steve blush. Get flustered? Sure. Embarrassed? Maybe once. But Steve's face has flushed red. "It's my heart rate...when it gets too high it alerts me." "Why?" "I dont know it was a setting and I don't know how to turn it off an-" "no, why is your heart rate going so high?" "...seriously?"

Eddie feels more dumb than ever as Steve gives him a look that he knows is Steve's are you shitting me right now? Look. "Yeah?" Eddie wishes his voice didn't break right then, he sounds as pathetic as he feels. Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair. "Seriously? Dude c'mon, don't make me say it!" Steve's blush spreads from his face down his neck. Eddie can't help but trace it with his eyes, wondering how far it spreads. The silence between them grows. "So uh you gonna tell me or-" "It's you!" Eddie pulls back at Steve's exclamation. "What did I do?"

Steve glares at Eddie. "What did you do? What did you do??" Steve throws his arms in the air and stalks away from the vehicle. Eddie scrambles trying to leave the van and getting caught by his seat belt. "Shit," he unbuckles and runs after Steve," Steve wait! I didn't do anything!" Steve turns on his heel and points a finger in his face," You didn't do anything? You flirt with me constantly!" Eddie winces as the realization hits, Steve has been uncomfortable this entire time.

They both open their mouths and start to speak over each other, "Steve, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were-" "Flirting with me making me fall for you and you have the audacity to-" "-so uncomfortable I just couldnt help it you're so attractive-" "- act like nothing is happening? I fell for you and you-"

Eddie and Steve both stop speaking and stare at each other. The air seemed thick around them. "I wasn't uncomfortable." Steve drops his hand. "Did you just say you fell for me?" Eddie blinked, mouth falling open. Steve looks away and nods slowly. "Holy shit..." "That's all you can say?" "Give me a minute i just found out my crush likes me!" "...you didn't know?"

Eddie chuckles slightly before shaking his head."I'm dumb remember?" Steve scowls at his words," You aren't dumb quit saying that." Eddie gently cups Steve's face with his hand," This okay?" "Yeah..." Eddie leans in slowly, letting his lips hover in front of Steve's. Before he can ask if it is okay to kiss him, Steve leans forward and their mouths meet. Eddie's eyes flutter closed as their lips slowly move in tandem. Steve grabs Eddie's hips and yanks him closer, making him gasp. Steve takes the opportunity and licks into Eddie's mouth. Their tongues intertwine, and Eddie is pretty sure this is his new favorite flavor. Steve pulls away to catch his breath and Eddie leans forward, kissing his cheek and trailing kisses down his neck. He kisses Steve's pulse and hears Steve gasp. "You like that?" He asks as he nips at Steve's neck. A beeping noise reaches Eddie's ears causing him to laugh. Eddie isn't jealous about that noise anymore. In fact, it may be his favorite noise in the world.

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