#why is this now adult grown ass man calling everyone
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Tokyo revengers groupchat
Warnings: suggestive, swearing, 5th grade humour, an unknown femboy is mentioned, Takeomi is homophobic but no one cares, also this has the Sano's and everyone involved or close to them
Desc: Shin gets his first date in like 10 years. Also this is the final timeline but events don't exactly match up to canon so👍
Shinichiro: GUYS
Shinichiro: I'M GOING ON A DATE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Benkei: i don't care
Takeomi: congratulations. it's only been like 30 years
Wakasa: how many times have you started a conversation exactly like this? give up for all of our sakes. we're tired🙏
Takeomi: Shin there's nothing wrong with being single at your big age. it's not humiliating at all
Wakasa: aren't you single?😐
Shinichiro: screw you guys, actually ☹️
Benkei: emoji's are for children. stop using them. you're gonna frown? as a grown man? what's wrong with you
Shinichiro: what's wrong with frowning??
Shinichiro: YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY A PRETTY GIRL ASKED ME ON A DATE
Shinichiro: we're meeting at a karaoke bar
Takeomi: if this happens to be real, do not drink
Takeomi: you get touchy when you're drunk and it's fucking weird😐
Wakasa: girls might think that's weird and creepy
Shinichiro: that was one time and i apologized
Takeomi: i don't give a fuck if you apologized you kissed me you fucking cunt
Takeomi: i don't even wanna talk about it i'm gonna vomit
Shinichiro: it was just a goodnight kiss. for the homies 😕
Wakasa: you stuck your tongue down his throat dude
Shinichiro: we were wearing socks so it was fine
Benkei: you just say shit
Shinchiro: you guys are ruining my vibe rn so i'm just gonna get ready for my date and the future love of my life
Shinchiro: she's so pretty i'm in love with her
Shinichiro: oh man i'm getting butterflies
Takeomi: send a pic
Shinchiro: you'll see her soon enough if things go well
Takeomi: guess i'm never seeing her
Sano affiliated groupchat
Inupi: idk a lot of us in here aren't Sano's and it kind of annoys me that this is what the groupchat's called
Mikey: get that stick out of your ass or leave like it's not that deep
Inupi: shut the fuck up you dwarf
Mikey: i'm the average height for a japanese male
Inupi: "i'm the average height for a japanese male🤓☝️"
Inupi: and no you're not. you're 5'3 and the average height is 5'7
Mikey: at least i have more than 3/4 of my face
Inupi: should you be saying that when you have a history of mutilating people's faces
Inupi: isn't that right Haruchiyo
Haruchiyo: kill yourself
Senju: girls, stop fighting
Emma: guys please not again
Draken: Inupi don't leave, Shinichiro wanted us here for something important so can we be civil for a few minutes
Inupi: whatever
Inupi: where is he anyway he said we should all be online cause of an emergency and he's not even here
Izana: are the old people here?
Takeomi: we're not old
Izana: ok grandpa
Kakucho: what's the emergency?
Benkei: fuck if we know
Wakasa: if i've come here to waste my time i'm gonna twist his dick off
Mikey: why do you want his dick in your hand🤨?
Wakasa: stop playing games Manjiro...
Benkei: is corporal punishment still legal
Mikey: i was kidding 😭
Mikey: also i'm a full grown adult so that would just be assault
Benkei: is assault still illegal
Emma: uh yes?
Benkei: i don't know why i asked because i'm going to do it anyway
Mikey: are your anger management classes even working💀?
Mikey: and lucky for me i'll be in Paris tmr for a fan meetup so😋
Shinchiro: hi guys
Wakasa: what do you want
Takeomi: i bet he fumbled
Mikey: fumbled what?
Takeomi: he had a date
Inupi: what's the emergency Shinichiro?
Shinchiro: i need you guys to answer these questions as quickly as possible
Shinichiro: what's a femboy??
Emma: now what does that have to do with the urgent emergency you told us you had?? i missed my pregnancy yoga classes for this? SHIN?
Senju: why is everything you do so unserious
Baji: Haruchiyo's a femboy
Haruchiyo: no the fuck i'm not you piece of shit
Mikey: you're not?
Haruchiyo: no??
Mikey: but you're pretty, and you look like a girl so?
Haruchiyo: no... but uh, thanks ig
Senju: girl stand up. this is embarrassing😕
Shinichiro: guys please this is serious i can't hide in the bathroom forever
Emma: what are you doing in the bathroom??
Shinichiro: i'm on my date right? so we're having a great time and we're singing and drinking and i tell her what a pretty girl she is and she says "girl?" and i'm like "yeah you're a pretty girl" and she says she's a femboy and i don't know what that means like what does "boy" have to do with anything so i went to the bathroom to ask you guys this question real quick because she said we're going to her apartment after this (!!!i think for sex!!!) but i'm just trying to clear up what she meant by the boy part
Baji: LMAOOOOOOO
Izana: it means "she" is a he
Izana: that's not a girl, it's a feminine presenting man. hence the description femboy
Mikey: I'M FUCKING CRYING 😭😭😭😭
Baji: can you even call yourself femboy when you're like in your 30's? that's a grown ass man
Takeomi: what's up with you and all these suspiciously gay situations
Wakasa: i think the universe is trying to tell you something
Benkei: how did you not know he was a guy
Shinichiro: because she's pretty! like a girl
Haruchiyo: *he's a guy
Shinichiro:
Baji: why's the cat sad. that's fucked up
Kakucho: it's basically how Senju looks like a boy most of the time and Haruchiyo looks like a girl
Takeomi: how did you not see a bulge or something
Shinchiro: she's wearing a skirt
Mikey: *he
Wakasa: and nothing was swinging out?
Izana: what kind of question is this
Emma: stop being vulgar Waka-nii😐. this is such a stupid conversation
Wakasa: aren't you a grown woman tho i feel like you can handle me talking about dicks
Shinchiro: holy shit she's a he
Inupi: can we go now
Baji: a hole is a hole
Emma: Baji ew😕
Takeomi: the difference between them is that one makes you gay because you're fucking a guy in the ass and the other one is normal
Baji: same difference
Takeomi: did you read what i just said
Mikey: he's illiterate
Baji: you can't insult me with a word i don't know the meaning of
Inupi: Shin what's the verdict?
Shinichiro: well...this is still a very pretty person so...
Takeomi: bro??
Shinichiro: is it that big of a deal tho?? i don't think it is
Shinichiro: yeah, this is fine
Shinichiro: is it all that gay if you're attracted to someone who looks like a woman?
Takeomi: if you're gonna fuck them, YES???
Benkei: he's lost it
Wakasa: i'm gonna need you to be sure about this because do you even know what to do? you're gonna embarrass yourself. you're not educated on gay sex at all
Baji: i can help with that
Draken: if i'm being honest i don't think you should take advice from anyone here at all
Baji: but i'm an expert
Mikey: we don't wanna know anything about what you and Chifuyu do 😐
Baji: yes you do
Inupi: google exists. just buy lube and condoms holy shit you guys are overcomplicating this so much
Mikey: of course you would know😒
Inupi: yeah i would know because i'm gay?? fucking idiot
Senju: are buttholes self lubricating? i can't be sure since i have constipation and my buttholes as dry as some tree bark
Haruchiyo: why would you tell us that
Takeomi: Senju watch how you talk. girls aren't suppose to say stuff like that
Senju: fine, next time i'll say anus to be more ladylike
Takeomi: and to answer your question, yes. because when you poop there's residue
Takeomi: you hear that Shin
Takeomi: shit in the ass
Takeomi: don't do this
Haruchiyo: you just told us you don't wipe your ass properly
Emma: i hate everyone here so bad omg
Draken: i think it's our cue to leave
Shinichiro: fuck it. i'm gonna do it
Shinichiro: thanks for the help guys! it is what it is at this point 😁
Shinichiro: bye!!
Mikey: i knew he'd eventually succumb to homosexuality
Takeomi: well since i'm homophobic i can't be his friend anymore
Benkei: no one cares
Benkei: Shinichiro successfully wasted our time once again
Benkei: i hope he gets an STD
Mikey: woah 😭
Emma: you're so fuckung dramatic😐
#didn't know how to end this one#uhh hope you like it#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers manga#tokrev#tokyo revengers groupchat#tokyo revengers texts#sano manjiro/mikey#sano shinichiro#sano emma#izana kurokawa#baji keisuke#ryuguji ken/draken#inui seishu#akashi haruchiyo#akashi senju#akashi takeomi#imaushi wakasa#arashi keizou/benkei
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Can i request a luffy x fem reader who's his childhood best friend and they're both as dumb and hyperactive as each other (she followed and stayed him when he started his pirate journey) and they also like each other but arent together and theyre just two puppies in love
I love dumb idiot x dumb idiot, with a smidgen of oblivious mutual pining. I’m keeping this to pre time skip and kinda vague timeline wise. Keeping this as SFW since you didn’t specify just to be safe.
Hope you like it ✨
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You’d grown up attached to his hip, returning with him to Dandan’s house after saving him from drowning. He’d fallen off a bridge he’d made and into the fast river, his elder brothers, Sabo and Ace, rushed to help him. But you’d been faster, watching the trio from the shore and being a great swimmer/fisherman.
His brothers had been so grateful they’d offered you protection and dinner at their home, your own family was broken up by war and violence just like theirs so you accepted. And while Dandan hadn’t been happy about another mouth to feed, she’d thought having a young girl around would help the three wild boys settle down and act better.
It didn’t.
Everyone was dismayed to learn you were just as crazy as Luffy and equally stupid. Though you both had your brilliant moments and emotional intelligence, time and time again proved that though wisdom was chasing you, you were faster.
That’s how it’s been as kids, your adventures so intertwined Luffy couldn’t remember a time you weren’t by his side. Even Garp mistakenly called you his grandkid half the time and never held back his training or punishment on you either.
As you got older, your ambition remained unchange. You wanted to see Luffy become King of the Pirates, which is why you were the first to join his crew. Over time as your crew gained more members, you were a steady pillar of loyalty.
Loyal to your crew, your captain, and your captain’s stupid ass.
Some examples of your daily hourly conversations:
“If you could only eat one food for forever what woul-“
“Meat.” Luffy cut you off.
“Too broad be more specific.” You smack his chest lightly, it’s late at night and you’re both stargazing on the main deck.
“Cooked meat.” Luffy said after thinking a moment. “You?”
“Hmmm Ice cream. Or potatoes.”
“Mmmm now I’m hungry. Lets ask Sanji for a snack.” Puffy starts to stand but you yank him back down.
“Can’t remember, he’s still mad at us for putting a regular carrot in the bin with the baby carrots so they’d have adult supervision.” You laugh together as he lays still, the only time he can be still is if it’s with you.
Or.
“Nothing to see here,” You whistle lowly, trying to keep Nami’s attention on you as you whiddle. “Love being normal. Peak ordinary! That’s me, heh no problems here. No one’s ever been this average.”
“Are you sick or so- GODDAMN IT LUFFY!” She cuts herself off to try and whack your captain on the head, but it was too late, he’d already grabbed her slice of cake and ran off. The red head throws her book at you as you follow after him.
He saved you a forkful, the rest was gone the second he started running, but for you. For you he saved a bit.
Or.
“We didn’t come here to make friends.” Zoro says as he holds his blade to an enemy captain after a short skirmish.
“We came here to make Best Friends.” You interjected.
“Yeah!” Luffy gave you a thumbs up.
“Shut up you idiots or I’ll slice you!” Poor Zoro’s blood pressure was insane with the two of you.
Or.
“I’m not surprised you’ve gotten a bounty.” Garp sighs, tired eyes locked on Luffy. “But I expected better from you!” He rounds on you, shoving his finger in your face accusingly.
“Shishishi! Well that’s your own fault, nothing to do with me.” You and Luffy laugh as Garp chases after you. The old man doesn’t miss the way, Luffy looks back to ensure you’re still stride for stride with him or the way he takes the heated blows aimed for you.
But.
Overtime, your feelings are softer and softer for him, but you have no clue what this means. You notice the little things he does for you, the things he’s always done for you only. You watch him listen intently to Sanji’s flirting advice -that no one really asked for- and try not to feel weird about it. It’s only when Nami finally just announces that you’re both in love that you finally understand. A little.
“Duh.” Luffy says when she tells the crew.
“Yeah of course we love each other.” You agree wholeheartedly, but a small part of you wonders if that’s what she meant. Your suspicions are confirmed when she groans exhaustedly.
“No, you guys are IN love with each other.” Ussop says, trying to help her out.
“Huh.” Luffy says contemplating it, you don’t say anything for once. You don’t feel embarrassed, you never do really, but you do feel curious and warm. “Like married people?”
“Jumping the gun a little there, but yeah.” Nami says, feeling a little accomplished now.
“I don’t know about that.” You answer honestly, cocking your head as you literally roll the idea around in your mind. Luffy isn’t glaring at you, he couldn’t glare, but he’s certainly making a face.
“It makes sense.” Luffy announces, staring hard at you. “I mean I don’t wanna marry Hancock.”
“But you know that doesn’t mean you wanna marry each other.” Ussop interjects.
“Yeah it does, she just needs to ask.” Luffy says like it’s obvious, which frustrates his crew, except you and Robin of course. You aren’t even shocked by his answer, it did make sense, you didn’t want to date Sanji despite him asking multiple times. But if Luffy asked you wouldn’t say no.
“Luffy you know it’s traditional for the man to ask the woman, right?” Robin asks gently, though she knows the answer.
“Huh? Then why is Hancock always asking me?” Luffy looks to you for an answer, you shrug just as confused as him.
“No clue, i don’t think I’ve ever met a married person now that I think about it.”
“Huh me either, I’ve never noticed. Shishishi.” You and him laugh again, but this time his hand entwines with yours.
“God you’re impossible.” Nami shouts, stomping off.
“Those two are made for each other.” Ussop rolls his eyes as you and Luffy start talking about wether it would be better to be a bird or a fish.
“Yes, isn’t it lovely.” Robin sighs as she watches you.
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Rant about Creepypasta Ages/ misinformation
(istg this is the first and last time I’ll mention this on tumblr)
“Toby’s a minor🤡” Since when is 19 a minor? He’s not even 19 anymore he’s 29 almost 30. Begging you guys to think before you open your mouths. Same w Jeff that man is literally 29-40. Even in the Woods story where he was 13 it literally says “it’s unknown how old he is now” because he’s on the run and has been for years. No ones keeping track of the man’s birthdays bc he’s a criminal but it’s implied he’s a grown ass man bc literal years pass. The stories where they’re 17 and 13 are called origin stories. That means it explains how they got the way they are and why they behave the way they do. Not that they’re age locked at 13 and 17. Especially Toby bc kastoway said multiple times that he’s in his 20s and even drew him as such. There’s literally a whole age chart for Toby. This is all literally surface level information. You guys are showing me every day that you guys don’t actually read or research the characters you claim to love sm. Especially with BEN who’s literally evil computer code. Not Ben the 12 year old boy. The only minors are Sally who passed at 8 so she’s permanently 8. Ben the 12 year old boy who passed at 12 so he’s 12. Not BEN, the evil entity. Lulu who’s age locked at 15 and Lazari if you wanna count them. Everyone else is in their late 20s-early 30s. Or like Bloody Painter and Jane in their 40s/almost 40. Again begging yall to do research before you speak. The misinformation is crazy. (Again idc if you hc them as minors hcs don’t bother me at all!! The only reason I bring it up is bc ppl get mad at ppl for shipping certain characters together or call them awful things bc they think nsfw content of certain characters is sexualizing minors when it’s not. Bc they’re not minors. I just want the fandom to be as peaceful and unproblematic as possible. (Impossible ask, ik) and try to use my platform for good. But if you are gonna make Creepypasta nsfw art/content make sure you use the adult designs. Also if you are sexualizing minors/ proshipping you need to be in jail and shamed.Idc. It’s literally not hard to do research and be a normal human especially if you’re an adult like me.)
#creepypasta#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta characters#ticcy toby#creepypasta headcanon#crp#nina the killer#rant#jeff the killer creepypasta#jeff the killer headcanons#jeff the killer#ben drowned
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We don't talk about that
Maybe you'll be okay with it now
People change, after all. Everyone changes.
But I remember how I saw drag queens for the first time on some dumb daytime talk show
And I remember thinking "That's weird but as long as they're happy"
Until you sat down and calmly told me that they were not evil, but what they were doing was a sin
Talking in your teacher voice
I was confused, but I nodded anyways
Wasn't a sin supposed to hurt someone?
I remember how you watched the Oscars in a furious rage the year Brokeback Mountain came out
Curled stone-stiff like a gargoyle at the edge of the couch,
And how you sat back with a satisfied huff and said "Good, that's the way it should be" when it didn't win Best Picture
You don't even care about the Oscars
It wasn't even a good movie, it was just boring and sad and no one got a happy ending
But, like, it's not about sad films about men kissing, or sins that don't hurt anyone
It's not about women in wigs
It's not even about hate
It's about the ones called the fathers going out and living lives
and the ones called the mothers saying home and getting fucked
It's about the boy cousins getting multitools and girl cousins getting bath sets
It's about me cracking a joke in first grade and the teacher going "quiet!"
And a boy two seats over cracking the exact same joke five minutes later and the teacher laughing
It's about someone taking you and forcing you, step by excruciating step,
to recognize dirt and clean it, anticipate hunger and feed it,
see a grown-ass adult man and know that your five-year-old child self is responsible for his care and upkeep
whining and fighting and complaining every step of the way
(while the boy cousins play Nintendo)
and then later they have the nerve to tell you that women are naturally caretakers.
It's about how I'm still not exactly sure
if the devil scooped out my brain and stuck a stranger behind my eyes,
someone who would adorn themselves in long lashes and hunger pangs,
if you would even notice
It's about how, until I was 19, the only words I had to describe myself were "girl, but wrong"
It's about this guy randomly telling me he had feelings for me
and me not feeling anything at all towards him, not one thing, not love or curiosity or boredom or disinterest or pity
not one thing
and I said "okay" because I didn't know what else to say
(turns out that was the wrong thing to say)
It's about being body-checked out of the way when some guy lurches forward
to pull open the door that I was just about to open
and he holds it open like he's announcing the fucking pope
and he's half blocking the doorway
and then he kind of glares at me when I sort of awkwardly wriggle past him
and don't make eye contact and don't say thank you
I didn't ask to play a bit part in your street theater improv
I definitely didn't ask to be typecast
It's about how being a woman makes you less of a man
And you can always be less of a man
But you can never be less of a woman
It's about a game that isn't fun and no one wins and everyone has to play it forever
And no one is willing to admit it's a stupid game
And the people who do, the people who realize that it can be fun, all the players who say it's not a game want to kill them
Like actual death
I don't know if I'll ever tell you
I never talk to you anyways
and I'm pretty sure that if we went to some gallery that was unexpectedly displaying
Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers)
That even if I explained the story behind it,
the deliberate disregard,
the lovers torn apart and denied a final comfort,
the history of all the people who were erased by their families,
(the unspoken question of what you would erase-and-replace on my gravestone)
you would still wonder why I was making a scene crying in front of a stupid box fan
You're embarrassing yourself
Thank goodness we don't have any of that in our family
#tried to take a nap after a truly horrible day at work but instead this came out#This isn't about one particular person. The 'you' is a lot of different people throughout my life.#personal stuff#my writing#gender#lgbtq#spoken word#poetry#some kind of rant maybe? I don't know what to call this. Train of thought kind of thing I guess.
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I need everyone to look me in the eye and explain to me with no bullshit why they think that Diavolo x Doppio is proship. Abusive and/or toxic? Potentially- still not proship. And I swear to God if your only reasoning for this is that they're alters in the same body and/or in the same system I need you to sit down right in front of me, better yet lay down and listen to me very carefully.
Being in the same body/system does not equate to being related in any way. I've seen people say that "Doppio and Diavolo are brothers!" No they're not. They're two alters in a system. Similarly, I've seen other people say that - and this is even stranger because where they got this from I have no clue- Diavolo is also Doppio's dad like he's Trish's. No, he's not. They're alters in a system. Even if we go based on canon and throw fanon and headcannons out the window, their relationship outside of being the Boss and his right-hand man is never specified. Literally all we have to go on is that Doppio is comforted by Diavolo's presence and that Diavolo refers to him almost exclusively with words of endearment. This could be platonic, sure. Familial? Possible, but highly unlikely.
I'm not saying that alters in a system can't be related. The alters that our brains cook up can be anything, and familial relationships between alters is a thing. But specifically in the case of Diavolo and Doppio, this is never stated. Therefore, while you are allowed to headcanon them as such, do not force that headcanon onto others when it's not true in the source media.
And if you think that DiaDop is proship because it's an in-system relationship, buddy do I have news for you. Alters have in-system relationships all the time. I, myself, am in an in-system relationship with the Sheila E in our system. Another friend of ours has an in-system relationship in their system. System friends that I knew before that we don't talk to anymore had in-system relationships, and I've seen other systems online talk about their own in-system relationships.
If your only problem with DiaDop is that they're in the same body/system, I can only assume you're a singlet and to that I say:
Fuck off. If you don't know enough about how systems work, you don't get to make that decision. Especially if the decision in question is accusing a harmless ship of being incestuous or pedophilic. Which- by the way- they're both adults! It would be a different story if one of them were underage even in the same system, but they are both grown ass adults! Even with the changes in their body between them fronting, Doppio is described to be a young adult!
And lastly, if your only other reason for accusing DiaDop of being proship is because you don't like it and have some need to justify that dislike? I think you need to do some introspection. I mean this in the best possible way, but if you feel like you have to justify your discomfort for something as small as a pairing of fictional characters, you might want to look in the mirror and ask yourself why that's the case. Especially if you're going to the lengths of accusing that fictional pairing of being proship.
This whole next bit is gonna be my personal thoughts- but might I just add that the whole thing of Doppio's comfort in Diavolo's presence or on "calls" with him and Diavolo calling him "My Sweet Doppio" and other such things really feels to me like implied romance. Especially in the only Jojo part (other than SBR) with canonical queer representation (SquaTizi and Sorlato), it's a bit hard to ignore, in my opinion!
Anyway, I've seen people be weird about DiaDop for a while now and I was just gonna hold my tongue, but the more I thought about why they would think that the more I realized that it's all singlets who just don't understands systems and assume they can talk for all of us. It pissed me off, so here I am.
If there's any reason to call DiaDop proship that I haven't debunked, please enlighten me. But otherwise? Shut up.
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo part 5#golden wind#vento aureo#jjba part 5#jjba golden wind#jjba vento auero#jojo diavolo#diavolo jjba#diavolo#diavolo jojo#jjba diavolo#doppio jojo#doppio#jjba doppio#vinegar doppio#diavolo x doppio#diadop#doppio x diavolo
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Heya! So today I decided to do a Dabi fanfic for y'all so enjoy
Friend or foe
You walk back to your apartment wornout from a long day at work when you get a phone call from your mom. You pick up the phone. "What is it ?" You ask with a worn out sigh.
"are you at your house?" Your mom asks through the phone.
"no but I'm close.... excuse me why does that matter so much right now?" You feel yourself getting irritated so you take a deep breath.
"there's been way to many amber alerts in you neighborhood for my comfort." You mom says like she's lecturing you. "I think you should move back in with your dad and me."
"I'm hanging up now." You sigh. "Don you d-" you cut your mom's sentence off as you click the end call button.
"she worries to much" you say to yourself as you reach your apartment building. You see a small cheep looking moving van next your apartment building. "Perfect more people to deal with" you mumble.
As your walk Into the building you see a man wearing a black hoodie with the hood up carrying boes I to the elevator.
"There's no way I'm avoiding this is there?" You think to yourself as you debate between taking the elevator or the stairs. You decide to take the elevator.
"which floor?" The man asks looking at you. "Fifth" you respond quickly pulling your hood up. "Heh guess where on the same floor" the man smiles slightly but it's not exactly a nice smile.
"wonderful" you mutter leaning against the elevator wall to gain more distance from the stranger.
The elevator door opens and you walk out first. As you walk you notice the man is following you but ignore it. You stop Infront of your door and he walks past you. Stoping at the door next to yours.
"you have to be kidding me" you mutter a little to loudly as you unlock your door and open it.
"you know when you talk trash about people you generally don't do it in front of them" he gives you a blank stare.
"I'm not talking trash about you I'm talking trash about everyone." With that you walk into your apartment and close the door.
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Later that night you walk into your balcony for fresh air. After you'd just had a argument on the phone with your mom.
"why can't that lady mind her own business... Grown ass adult" you lean on the railing of your balcony.
"you know you should really be more observant of your surroundings." You jump as you here a voice coming from your next door neighbor. When you turn around to see him you realize he's covered in what looks to be burns
"maybe you shouldn't sneak up on people!"
Your neighbor chuckles and smirks. "Technically I was out here first." You stare at him not sure what to say. "Too shay." you respond
"sorry about earlier." You look down. Don't worry about it. I'v had a lot meaner things said to me." takes out a cigarette and flicks his fingers blue fire appearing on his hand.
"that's a impressive quirk" you stare at the fire mesmerized as he lights his cigarette. "Yeah it is pretty cool" he puts the fire out and puts the cigarette in his mouth.
"what's your quirk?" He asks looking at you. "It's nothing special" you look away.
"oh come on it can't be that bad" he looks at you curiously.
"I can enter people dreams" you look down. he smiles"that's a pretty interesting quirk. How does it work?"
"well if someone is sleeping If I focus hard enough I can enter there dreams and I can walk around talk to them that stuff. But I sometimes activate by accident."
"that's a pretty useful quirk" he puts his cigarette out and turns his full attention to you. "You think so?" You smile hopefully.
"yeah I mean think about how much you could learn about someone." He stretches his arms above his head and you see just how burnt his arms are. "Can I ask you a personal question?" You look at him.
The man sighs as he sees you looking at his scars. "Yeah go ahead" he looks like he knows what you're about to ask.
"what's your name?" He raises a brow seeming surprised by your question. You smile to yourself at the fact you caught him off guard.
He smiles and rolls his eyes. "My name's Dabi" he looks at you like he's accepting a big reaction. You smile "nice to meet you Dabi, I'm y/n." You smile at him.
"y/n?" He muttes to himself like he's testing the sound of your name.
"yep that's me"
You shiver slightly as a cold breeze comes by. "Well it's getting late and I have work Tomorrow"
"yeah" he looks at you like he's disappointed.
"g-night Dabi" you wave as you slide open you screen door "night" Dabi sigh's.
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The next day you wake up to your phone buzzing. You pick up the phone to see your mom's caller ID which is labeled worry wort.
"what does she want now?" You mumble as you pick up the phone.
"what do you want?" You say tiredly.
"where are you right now!?" You mom says sounding panicked.
"in my bed" you sit up and rub your eyes. "What's wrong?"
"there's been a villain sighting right in your area." You mom says sounding like she had seen the villain herself.
"mom I'm fine and no villain is going to be interested in me" you sigh standing up And walking to your balcony
"we'll be careful and don't talk to strangers" you mom say's like your a teenager going to the mall for the first time.
"oh my freaking gosh mom I'm not 15!" You yell getting slightly mad you here someone trying not to laugh from behind you. You run to see Dabi leaning against his screen door staring at you.
"don't give me that attitude young lady!" Your mom shouts back. You glare at Dabi who's smirking at you. "I'm hanging up now" you hang up before she can respond.
"that was one heck of a show" Dabi says clapping sarcasticly. "Oh haha" you roll your eyes
"do you usually hangout on your balcony pajamas or?" He says with a cocky grin. "Shut up Dabi!" You feel the heat rising to your face
"no thx. Actually I have a reason for being out here." He leans on the railing of his balcony.
"and what would that be?" You give him a puzzled look. "I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner together tonight?" He looks away.
"are you asking me on a date?". You smile teasingly. "Maybe I am" he looks back at you making you blush from his forward ness.
"fine I expect. Pick me up at eight" you walk into your apartment. And get ready for the day with a big smile on your face. "It's been a while since I was on a date you think to yourself"
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Later that day you finish getting ready with ten minutes to spare so you turn on the news. You see a news alert flash across the screen with Dabi's face saying dangerous villain. You freeze in horror. "Is he?..no he can't be." You say trying to convince yourself.
You hear a knock on your door. "Hey y/n you ready?" You recognize Dabi's voice immediately and turn off the TV.
"ye-yeah I'm ready" you stutter as you stand up and walk towards the door.
when you open the door you see Dabi's in a T-shirt and a coat.
"you okay? You lool like you've seen a ghost." He says putting his hand to your forehead.
"hey Dabi?" You look down scared as you feel his extremely hot hand touch your forehead.
"what is it?" He looks at you curiously as he removes his hand.
"are you a villain?" Your whole body is shaking and he notices it and sighs. "Yeah so?".
You look at him surprised. "Is that gonna stop you from going on a date with me?" He looks at you like nothings happened.
"what kind of question is that of course it will!" You look at him slightly mad. "Wow your skimping free food cuz I'm a so called villain." He looks at you like you insulted him.
"are you shaming me?" You look at him suspiciously.
"maybe..is it working?" He smirks.
"yes" you look down.
"then what are you waiting for let's go" he starts walking towards the elevator and you follow him closing your door.
"I'm so stupid" you think to yourself.
Hi I hope you liked it I kinda got bored waiting for the voting poll thing to hurry up so I wrote this
Anywho have a nice day bye~
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u are correct about the age thing. it depends which source(s) u use. I think the show bible calls him a kid (but iirc it also says Dib's exact age and last name should never be given and yet we have both in Enter the Florpus), but if u go by lost/unmade eps, iirc the Trial shows that irkens are smeets until they are 10 and then they are adults (and they aren't human so saying "but in human years!" is ridic imo. we don't say "but it human years that would be..." except for our domestic animals, and even then not every person does THAT). if u take Word of God, Jhonen has said Zim is an adult so many times idk why ppl think he's STILL just having a laugh. he's said it's bc he thinks it's funny that a grown ass man would count a Literal Child as his nemesis, and cites the Dennis the Menace comic series. but if u take ONLY what is on screen then it's a mystery and up to interpretation. it's just sort of *shrug emoji*.
The show bible (made by JV btw) calls him a kid, yeah. There's one section of an old magazine talking about the series and describing Zim as a kid too.
Honestly there are a bunch of things that have been told about the IZ universe that doesn't even make sense now. Like yeah, Dib's last name and age, another example would be about the Tallest and the cut thumbs and how this was entirely forgotten/discarded for their new design for the movie.
I also agree with you about the possibility that human and irken age concept could be different from one to the other. We're talking about aliens anyway. Alien society with alien customs and alien ideals and alien culture and alien environment etc etc etc. Who knows? maybe planet Irk rotates/revolves faster that Earth's and by that it would mean that an irken year is way shorter than an earthling year. Nothing in the series can confirm that, yeah, but you cannot either deny that it's a possibility. Hell, even irkens can have another extremely different perspective about maturity
Like, the show itself is so ambiguous about these themes that I don't even understand why people are so stubborn to gatekeep one single concept as the entire truth, even if the show is a whole pile of nonsense that doesn't even try to take itself seriously.
"But JV said this" yeah.... and? not everyone support the "Word of God" thingy. If the final product doesn't give you a clear answer then you are on your right to have different interpretations. Not to mention that the creator is not the only one developing the concepts of a show. There's a whole team behind the show, and behind the team there are different perspectives.
I'll give you one example with another fandom: Cuphead!
when fans were speculating about the age of the cupbros (and this was looong before the dlc and animated show's announcement) they asked Studio MDHR (the creators) if the bros were kids or adults. They replied saying that they were "kidults" (adults with childish tastes).
But then, another person asked the same question to the writer of Cuphead, and he answered that they were teens!
So, in this case, is one answer more valid than the other? I don't think so, 'cause both parts worked for the final product. This is one of the reasons why I don't truly take "Word of God" seriously.
Also, and this is just my opinion btw, even if Zim is a straight up adult, he can still be interpreted as a kid. Because well... he dresses up as a kid, he goes to school, he interacts with other kids, his nemesis is another kid, he has robo parents, he's small like a kid, he behaves like a kid, he sounds like a kid... (WITH ALL THIS ONLY REFERRING TO IZ'S UNIVERSE, I'M NOT SAYING THIS ALSO APPEALS THE REAL WORLD)
"Yeah, but visualizing Zim as a kid triggers me" that's valid, but have you ever thought that other people can also feel triggered by visualizing Zim as adult? Because well.. some people can feel uncomfortable with the thought of a straight up adult fighting a kid and pretending to be one, even if it's just comedy.
Can't we all.. stop gatekeeping and let everyone interpret fiction however the heck we want without pointing each other and talking shit to each other? I know it's too much to ask, but wouldn't be nice to respect the fact that no one will think the same way you do? (NOT SPECICALLY TO YOU ANON, ALL QUESTIONS ARE RETORIC, LOL).
It's just so absurd to me, we're talking about fiction. Why are we fighting for the age of a character that doesn't even exist? We're going coconuts.
It's more fun to create headcanons and aus, I prefer doing that instead of fighting nonsense.
As you said, dear anon: *Shrug emoji*
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"A Very Special Day" [Life Story]
[TW for: ableism against kids, internalized ableism, and mentions of suicidal ideation.]
9 years ago today, in the state of New York on September 5th, was my second day of 6th grade. Being a Special Ed kid, I was upset; my school, a K-8 that I had been with since the start and stayed with until the end, had always treated us so differently. And the world around me had promised that things would change once middle school began. But they hadn't. In fact, barely anything was new at all.
Same old baby talk from adults who saw me every day, but willfully ignored how big I had grown.
Same old bullying from my peers, disabled children who spent their days as pots calling kettles black, because no one had any intentions of teaching us better.
Same Adapted Phys Ed, getting ready to interrupt my morning reading every Monday, Wednesday, Friday; even though they'd promised to let me play in Gym with the rest of my class years ago by now.
Same old kids from the neighborhood filling up the rest of my grade, coming in smiling and laughing and oh so free in their new groups of 30. 30-something of them. 12 of us.
They'd even gotten some new kids from the K-5s around town. All of which seemed really nice. Man. Lucky them. Meanwhile, everything was so same-y that I'd considered running away from the school bus when it pulled up.
September 5th, 2014. Still kinda hot in Brooklyn. Sunny out there.
The day had gone bad. My classmates were talking FNAF, and being mean about things I don't remember. They flicked food at me during lunch while I tried to read and mind my own business. We weren't allowed to change seats, even though the rest of our grade got that privilege. It was supposed to be for all of us middle schoolers, but when I'd asked the day before, our lunch aide had no idea what I was on about. She suddenly insisted it was never a thing! While the rest of our grade was splitting into cliques behind her back, paying us no mind, knowing they'd somehow earned it and we didn't.
10-year-old me couldn't wait to go home.
By the end of the day, I was drained like no other. Head down on the desk and all. I was thinking, 2:20-something. Just a few more minutes.
God, why are things like this? Is it gonna get better later this year? I hope so, it's only the second day. Maybe it just starts bad!
Man, I miss summer already. I wish I spent today home all day eating onion ring chips again and playing Animal Crossi--
"Alright guys, listen up!" Said Mrs. Z, who would pretty much be our only teacher this year. (Meanwhile, everyone else got to have different people for different subjects.)
I don't remember her exact words. But she held up a white booklet with a bunch of kids holding hands and awkwardly smiling at us from the mostly-white cover. She said something about it being very important. And she ended her little stanza with, and I quote, "DON'T read these, alright? It's for your parents."
I think that one line changed the trajectory of my life.
As our para handed them out, my bookworm ass couldn't help but furrow my little brows. I'd had teachers assume certain books were "too hard" for me when they weren't, and get upset at me whenever I summarized the plot of them correctly. I'd had teachers tell me not to read other books during class, which was fair enough, I guess. But a teacher telling me not to read something at ALL?
Now THAT'S a new one...
It felt plasticy, not like paper. It's a packet, not a book. Six kids in a row, but none look like me, as usual. The cover said, "Family Guide To Special Education Services for School-Age Children. A Shared Path to Success." ...I don't think a title should be that long. Why not parentheses that end bit?
After that, we were dismissed. Me & some peers headed into the hallway down to the first floor to wait for our bus, and we chatted about it a little bit?
One was like, "Is this a report card or something?"
Another was like, "I guess?"
The first boy skimmed it, though, and saw nothing about him. Which eased his nerves.
A third asked me what I thought it was since I was the only kid who'd hit a Z-reading level. They figured I could make sense of it. And my first thought was boring adult stuff, or some sort of... after-school? Program? Thing? But I didn't really answer. I was too preoccupied with what Mrs. Z said.
What kind of teacher tells me not to read something? Give it to my parents is one thing, but specifically, "don't" read this? Dude! What doesn't she want me to see?
Everyone else had tossed the damn thing into their bookbags and zipped 'em up by now. We headed downstairs, and I couldn't help but notice that our 6th grade class was on the third floor; with a lot of grades 2-4 around us.
Meanwhile, the rest of the big middle school classes came down from higher up. It turns out that they all had their classes high up on the top floor. A bunch of bright minds floated down from above like they were that summer's fireflies, and we were the tips of night grass. Or maybe even worms, burrowing into the dirt and calling it a day.
...
By the time the bus was moving, I still had the packet in my hands. I was wondering why they all got to be up there and we didn't. We lived pretty close to Coney Island, after all: it must be cool seeing the parachute jump from the hallway window on your way down every day.
I barely had time to stuff the packet in my hands once we pulled up to my apartment.
If you've ever wondered what Kid Jonah was like, imagine some sort of hybrid between a miserable little nerd & the most optimistic goody-goody you've ever met. Like, yeah, I'd been in a few fights by this point, broken some rules behind their backs, but I was also... 10. And known for being "THE good kid" in front of teachers. I didn't like to defy them, you know? Even if they did always make me feel weird, or on-edge, or like I was a part of something bad.
So when I made a beeline for my room, I was like, Oh my God, I'm actually gonna do this...? And I didn't tell my parents a thing. I've kept the packet all this time and they STILL haven't read it!
But I did. I think I hesitated, but I remember opening it on my bed.
"Welcome.
Dear families, we've come a long way since our special education reform initiative, A Shared Path to Success, was launched citywide in 2012... we've also been changing hearts and minds as our core belief- that special education is a service, and not a place- has taken hold in our schools...
Section 1... Children learn at different speeds and in different ways. Some children have physical and/or intellectual disabili..."
WHAT?!
...
It was a really dense packet for a kid. Long, boring, seemed endless. But I understood the words. Especially that D one. And at the time, 10-year-old me knew it was a bad one.
I'd crossed the point of no return by then. I kept reading. And I didn't dare skip a word. "Intervention," "Special," "Disability," "Meeting," "Evaluation," "Eligibility," "IEP,"-- Hey, I know that word! IEPs are the dense things stapled to my report cards!
I remember the anger flaring in my heart, out my nose, widening my eyes once I got to the Eligibility bit. I thought, and I quote, "THEY THINK WE'RE DISABLED?!" I don't think words can articulate how insulted little 10-year-old me was!
...I don't think I can articulate how sad that is now, either. How do you instill such heavy ableism into a little boy like that? How do you live with yourself?
But I couldn't throw the book at the wall or take one of my mom's lighters to it like I initially wanted. Because I realized pretty quickly... Oh my God. This is it. These are THE ANSWERS! THIS IS WHY IT'S ALL HAPPENING!
I couldn't believe my eyes as I took it all in. The 13 disabilities that landed me and my friends in this mess, some of which matched up with certain kids I knew right away. But what really caught my attention were the services. Terms that I KNEW about. Things I engaged with. Things I... hated.
"Occupational Therapy." That nice older lady who takes me out of class every few days so I can play memory games, or play with this hand-gripper, or yank pegs outta this bright green putty.
"Paraprofessional Services"; those weird second-teachers that annoy us and only us, but never anyone else in the other classes. They're so stuck-up sometimes! And they never really seem to know how to leave us alone. Especially certain kids.
The stories I could tell about them all now... good fucking lord.
Physical Therapy; That's the one where the lady is always making me feel bad about things and do sit-ups or run drills in the hallway and stairwell... and do embarrassing stretches like people aren't walking by.
And she got upset with me because I brought a lunchbox every day for years; she told me, "You'll never be a big kid if you keep bringing food from home, Jonah!"
And I told her, "But my mom doesn't even make the sandwiches anymore! I make them for myself!"
And she was like, "But still!"
She also measures her footstep, saying it was a foot of distance. Like, 12 inches. But nuh-uh, it was never a foot! Her sneakers aren't that big. Rulers are longer. Why didn't she just get a measuring tape? What's this lady's problem?
The one that sunk my heart, though, was Adapted Phys Ed. The packet said it was "A specially designed program of developmental activities, games, sports, and rhythms suited to the interests, capabilities, and limitations of individual children who may now safely or successfully participate in the activities of a regular physical education program."
And I thought: ...That's the watered-down gym class I do three times a week.
The one where we do "challenges" like stepping into each hole of an agility ladder mat and doing a squat before moving to the next.
The one where we never play sports like everybody else gets to do.
The one that makes the gym teacher sit me out on the bleachers by myself, and watch literally everybody else I know have fun. And when I ask why, nobody tells me anything.
The one where I ask how I can improve in order to go play with everybody else, but nobody tells me anything.
The one where Mrs. D keeps promising me that I'll get to play with the rest of my class soon... but it never comes true.
This is why everybody acts so weird around us.
This is why we can't even talk to the rest of our grade.
This is why nothing ever changes...!
It all made sense. 10-year-old me couldn't feel the floor or the bed anymore. The back of my mind buzzed like shaken soda, fizzling against the back of my skull. I didn't cry. I didn't have tears. But I did sink down, down into the depths of I-don't-even-know-where.
I went time-traveling back to May of last school year, where a Special Ed kid the grade above me was saying to his classmate, "We're all just the kids nobody wants." But I didn't have context. Was this the context? He sounded like he was about to cry.
I went back to 4th grade when I headed into the bathroom and saw two kids from my grade walk by with papers promoting the talent show to everybody. I saw the text written on them clear as day! And I got excited; Our school's having a talent show? COOL! We must be getting those later today, too!
The papers never came.
I went back to 3rd grade, where paras would hover over our class during lunch, but nobody else's. They always stood tall above and between us, like they were a scarecrow keeping the birds of our grade away.
And there was so much. More. Than that.
...
I still wonder why Z didn't want me seeing that. Maybe she knew I would spiral or label myself. But at the same time... that's a learned behavior. Ableism is a hatred, and hatred is learned. From ADULTS. One that she and the rest of the school could at least try to curb if she noticed.
Z wasn't a bad lady. I think she was trying to protect me? But... we already knew we were being treated unfairly. Why would keeping this secret protect me?
The anger only lasted a little while. Because something else dawned on me.
I can't stay here.
This place had been upsetting me for YEARS. And now I knew that it was happening for a reason. A shitty one, but still... a reason. It's not just bad luck. And that it wasn't going to change unless I removed that reason from their minds.
I had to leave. Sound familiar?
The next day we had school? I was completely shaken up. Kinda surprised no one noticed. I was finally seeing just how deep this all went. The teachers smiling in my face, baby-talking, getting reallll close while having this sense of disgust in their eyes.
The staggering difference in numbers between "normal" classes and ours.
Our class locations.
I even found this board on the first floor that had a picture of every teacher and what they taught. Sure enough, "Special Education" was specified in the label for every teacher I'd ever had. I was even able to find the next teachers I'd have for Grades 7 & 8. And my blood went cold because I knew those two particular ladies were pretty mean.
My school was DEFINITELY failing that, "Special Ed is a service, not a place!" shit the state allegedly wanted to accomplish. It was a place. And I... was trapped.
And I couldn't stay trapped. Because as far as I knew, education was everything. I was a very academic little boy back then. And I didn't know what staying in a place like this could mean for my education later down the line.
I didn't want to find out.
I also didn't want my social life restricted like this. Especially since there weren't many kids who treated me well. I wanted freedom. I wanted independence. I wanted a chance to actually find real friends!
And this is sad, but... I was already very depressed by that age. Due to the nature of Special Ed at school. Had been since 8. And so... I made a plan in my bedroom the same night I found the packet:
I can't carry this environment with me into high school. I have to do anything-- EVERYTHING I can to get outta here by the time 8th grade starts! And if I fail... I can't finish 8th grade like that.
The Verrazzano Bridge and the walkway by the water, the one with the short fence that I can get right over, are only a fifteen minute walk from home. If I don't get out of Special Ed by 8th grade, then... I have to go out there and throw myself off. I have to kill myself. I have to...! Because I know for a fact I just can't. Stay. Here.
And I was serious. Dead-serious. Because I thought about it every day for the next 2 years straight.
...
That packet started it all for PB. And as sad as it is that I technically had to go behind adults' backs just to learn something about myself and where I was, I'm extremely glad it happened. Because it's also what kickstarted my interest in disability topics. My journey in learning who we were, what we were, and what we do & don't deserve.
It led to the first drafts of PB just under a year later, which set my life on a completely new path. Paperboy would not EXIST if it weren't for that day. Hell; I don't even know if my OTHER projects (like Weirder Than Usual) would, either!
That wasn't right. None of that was right. But it did give me a story to tell. One that you guys are finally starting to see!
And one that I'm very, very proud of.
Disability conversations are extremely important to me now. I don't think I'm the beacon of anti-ableism or anything like that. I know I've fucked up as I grew up, especially in my younger years. But this entire situation showed me how hush-hush the world likes to be about it. And while it's better now than it was in 2014, it ain't great yet.
And I think I owe it to 10-year-old Jonah to change that shit. Because when he googled "Special Ed makes me feel bad," he barely found anything.
It was definitely an experience I will never forget. And as you saw above, I still keep that packet with me to this day, and I always will, because of just how heavily it changed my life.
I have no idea where or who I'd be if it wasn't for that.
Happy 9th birthday, SpEd packet. Can't wait for the 10th!
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36 for the Caleb's harem au. Bonus points if Caleb says it :D
Caleb was a man of expensive tastes. He could afford it, so why not get the best of the best? The best house with the best views, the best mattress with the softest sheets, the best food at the best restaurants. He liked expensive clothes and expensive moisturizer and nice shoes and luxury cars. He liked to spoil his boys, giving then everything their hearts desired and more.
He also had a secret. One that he'd managed to keep a secret up until now.
"Oh my god are you eating a twinkie?" Willie called out. Caleb winced. He thought everyone had gone to bed. The house had been quiet, and he'd had a craving, so he'd snuck into his secret stash and curled up in his favourite arm chair by the fire, not even bothering with any other lights.
"You're totally eating a twinkie!" Willie crowed. He dragged Alex over, since they were holding hands. "You, Caleb Covington, who will not eat bread unless it's freshly baked from a high end bakery, are eating a twinkie."
And okay, there was a reason he kept these a secret. This did not fit with his image at all. But sometimes he just wanted something he knew was absolutely terrible for him.
Willie could never know that once or twice every year he asked Dante to drive him to McDonalds for the most plastic cheeseburger known to man. And then paid him extra for his silence.
"William, I am a grown-ass adult," Caleb said, shooting for dignified but from the look on Willie's face landing at Mildly Defensive. "And if I want to spend my hard-earned money on this I will."
"Yeah, but you also looked horrified at Reggie eating a HoHo," Alex pointed out.
"That's because he was dipping it in a fifty dollar jam preserve," Caleb defended. Which wasn't even the worst he'd seen Reggie do. He was still haunted by the Caviar Hotdog.
"Don't worry," Willie said, eyes sparkling. "Your secret is safe with us... as long as you share the goods."
They had a stare-off for a moment, Caleb squinting his eyes, Alex looking increasingly nervous, Willie not even flinching.
"Fine," Caleb said. "But not a word of this to anyone."
Really, a twinkie was even better on the couch in front of the fire with one of his boys curled under each arm.
#julie and the phantoms#the caleb's harem au#fanfic#calebxalexxwillie#yes willie totally tried to push his luck by being like: you know what would make this better? 50 dollar jam preserve
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† 91 | haitani rindou.
warnings: n/a
a/n: it’s 4am, mind typos and nonsense.
request: here.
prompt list, requests still open: click
From: Ran ♡
Just so you know, he’s on his way.
Staring at the text, you reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, immediately pressing the call button on the older male’s contact. He answered relatively slow for someone who’d just been texting you and you cut off his greeting pretty quickly. ‘Why is Rindou on the way to my house and how did he find out about this, Ran? He has no right to be coming out right now.’
Hearing the sigh on the other end, you frowned even further. ‘You know why, we all know why. How, on the other hand.. he happened to see your text about it a few days ago, I wasn’t even aware he’d seen it until now,’ he answered and you could hear the ruffle of his suit, knowing he’d shrugged despite your inability to see, ‘He doesn’t but he wouldn’t listen to me or Takeomi, so.. Why don’t you just hear him out this time, huh?’
You knew Ran meant well but that didn’t extinguish the agitation that built at his suggestion. ‘It’s been three years of this nonsense.. he can’t just decide when he wants to be here and when he doesn’t. If he’s not going to man up and actually do something about all of this, I’m moving on. And it’s not even a “well, you could do it first” situation because when I did, he said that wasn’t something he ever wanted.. so, why exactly should I hear him out?’
It was somewhat petty and talking it out could potentially solve the problem for everyone, including those who had been dragged in without actually being involved, but it wasn’t something you were prepared for. You’d been rejected once and you weren’t exactly keen on going through it again with his excuses.
The other end was silent for a moment before Ran gave a hum of acknowledgement. ‘I know he’s been a dick, trust me.. we all know.. if anything, just put an end to it all. Don’t just accept it and back down. Tell him,’ he finally said, ‘I’ll deal with it when he gets back. Otherwise, enjoy your date.. if it goes bad, well, you have all of our contact information.’
Rolling your eyes, you resisted the urge to pinch your bridge again. ‘A bad date doesn’t constitute murder, Ran,’ was all you said, hanging up the call. There was barely a moment between setting your phone down and a knock on your door, a specific knock that you knew far too well. No matter the situation, the urgency or the reason, it was always that shitty little tune of a knock. You thought about not answering and just heading out the back but that wasn’t exactly the adult thing to do, so you pulled the door open.
Standing there was a familiar face, lilac and navy hair, in his signature light teal suit, looking like nothing in the world could hold his interest for more than three seconds.
‘I preferred it when you had black and blond hair,’ you pointed out, stepping away from the door to finish cleaning up before you left.
‘Always sharing your preferences that no one asked for,’ he answered, closing the door behind him and stuffing his hands in his pockets. If it were anyone else, the comment would have gotten him kicked right back out but you knew there wasn’t any real malice behind the words. Plus, you were known for making such comments, especially when your mood was sour.
‘Why are you here, Rin?’
Crossing your arms, you straightened as you faced him, prepared to possibly get drunk off your ass in response to the rejection and bullshit you knew you were about to face. Again.
His lips pursed briefly, the first sign he had any emotions that evening, and shifted his weight. ‘Don’t go on that date.’
It garnered a laugh from you, the way he spoke like he had any authority to tell you what to do and you were wondering just who had coached him into that. Most of the others knew better than to try and do that, so the confidence almost made your skin crawl in the worst way. ‘Why? I hate to remind you but I am a grown adult. It’s my choice.’
‘You know why.’ He was getting agitated and you could see it in his eyes, purple gaze flickering just slightly. ‘I don’t care if you’re grown, you can’t go.’
‘..”Can’t?” Who the hell do you think you are, Haitani?’ At that point, you were going over nearly every instance with him in your head, wondering just when your feelings developed and why. ‘Say it. I want you to look me in the eye and give me a single damn good reason why I “can’t” go on this date.’
Rindou faltered visibly, almost in defeat, but he wasn’t going to back down quite that easily. You half expected him to roll his eyes and leave, taking his frustration out at one of the clubs but that didn’t happen. Instead, he just raised a hand to ruffle through his style hair and clenched his jaw before finally speaking: ‘I love you, alright? Fuck.’
All of your emotions seemed to die out in that moment, staring at him and feeling like the world faded away; he what? You knew he liked you, it was obvious in his treatment towards you most of the time but after his rejection in the past, those were never words you expected to hear. You didn’t know if you were ready to face that, though. Rejection could have been handled with a few drinks, new faces and slowly moving on but love? You needed to actually process that.
Before you could say anything, there was another knock on the door and you had a decision to make. ‘Rindou.. the last time we talked about this, you told me you never wanted anyone. You didn’t want a commitment, you didn’t want a relationship and now you’re here, suddenly changing your mind? That’s not how this works.’ You wished it did though. You wished you could say it back and just go on your merry way with him. ‘I.. I have a date, right now.. he’s here,’ you said, settling fully back down in reality.
‘Y/n.. don’t,’ was all he managed to say as he watched you grab your things and head to the front door. His attempt to reach for you resulted in you pulling away, setting your hand on the doorknob.
‘If you want to talk about this later.. I’ll be home sometime tonight,’ you mumbled, ‘if you’re just being a huge, possessive dick who is just doing this to have some control over me.. leave. And I mean it, Rin. I don’t want to see you here if this is just going to be some game to you. If you want me to take this seriously, just wait.’
Thankfully, the date wasn’t supposed to be that serious and you were pretty sure neither of you were looking for that. Based on your conversations, it was kind of more of an outing to drink and be idiots; Rindou didn’t need to know that, though. He stayed silent as you left, making sure to get a glimpse of the guys face before he was left in your apartment. For a brief second, he thought about leaving and took a step towards the door, that disgusting fear of a commitment going wrong twisting into his gut.
However, when you returned at one in the morning, he was asleep in the living room, looking painfully uncomfortable in one of the recliners. You didn’t fail to notice that his eyes looked a bit red and his features a little puffy.
#tokrev#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev x reader#rindou haitani#rindou x reader#haitani rindou x reader#rindou haitani x reader
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now im just thinking about baz officiating birdie and austin’s wedding and then getting absolutely plastered afterwards omg
anon!!! consider! that exactly what the hell happens in some universe. does it happen in the main one we don't know. i haven't decided. ( look, i have this plotted out, do my small details change? yes. do my base they're together, they break up, they come back together, they live happily ever after change? no. ) tw: drunkenness? baz luhrmann making poor decisions ( seriously @satninbeaulieu wine mom baz is my new favorite thing. )
but okay! consider! you and austin are just in love. we all know this. we also know that truth be told y'all are baz's favorite soap opera and despite him being a grown ass man and y'all being grown ass adults he indulges you two too much. catherine has told him this while also facilitating you two stealing costumes- which honestly, totally baz's fault because everyone stole shit from the set and she just planned ahead and there was multiples of the costumes. basically baz's set was a madhouse in some respects and you two just really fit in very well in a way you couldn't have fit into another set.
but yes you and austin are in love. baz and everyone on set knows this. everyone who isn't necessarily a higher up at wb knows this. so know what. you may want a courthouse wedding. austin may for some reason think it's hilarious for you two to be married by an elvis impersonator. baz? baz wants to marry you two himself. look he's responsible for this and has been from the second he told you to get on the floor and austin told him "that's my priscilla." does he acknowledge that y'all took a real weird road to get here? yes. does it make him love you two and the relationship you two have cultivated any less? no. hell, disregarding the weirdness at cannes and the met and the Shitshow of the Vogue shoot y'all have been the best couple on screen or off for him. he loves you two to pieces.
so when you calling baz- because it's you and not austin because he's the dumb idiot who had you almost passing out in the hallway of some late show with "dove, let's go to vegas." and "we've talked about moving in together and you've told me how many kids you want in the future and we've talked about when we might want them for the past two months after talking about it a year ago, why wouldn't want to marry you right now?" and "i wanted to marry you last year." seriously, austin robert butler there is a time and a place and it not in the hallway after an interview when you're both tired as hell because it's a been a long day. but you say you'd prefer a courthouse wedding and you want to have something borrowed from priscilla and you win that argument sort of. and then you have to call catherine and baz. austin is in charge of the rest of the cast including tom who you know is busy but maybe a part of you is like i don't care how i get married if tom hanks is at my wedding i will be secretly delighted because that's a badge of honor in real life and hollywood.
so you call baz. actually you call catherine but you figure they're next to each other so you reach one you reach the other. you are more than a little excited and in a rush "austinandiaregettingmarriedwe'dlikeyoutocome" and catherine tells you to say a little slower before baz- who has overhead this informs you that he can actually officiate if you'd like. he'd be honored to, in fact.
that should have been the clue that something was going to go very very wrong by the end of the night. but because your life and austin's life are basically ruled by the phrase "in hindsight oops" you two don't realize this until after the fact. catherine should have warned you but honestly, catherine didn't even predict this one.
but you jump at the chance and how fast can we get everyone to the same place because you're going to hunt for rings and you've got this black dress you wore for the last interview and "yes, austin i'm wearing a black dress. i don't want a full wedding dress. and even if i did why do you think it'd be white? be thankful i'm not wearing a suit." "i mean it'd be hot." "focus, daddy." and baz says to meet him at this hotel in the middle of nowhere. which is to say it's somewhere that isn't vegas but isn't la and maybe it really just in upstate new york or utah. it's somewhere where there isn't going to be a lot of paparazzi so that the gaggle of people who will be with the pair of you aren't going to bring a massive amount of attention. you forward the address to priscilla and lisa marie and it's great.
the thing is when everyone gets there you and austin are bombarded with the question "how drunk are you two?" a question that makes you both laugh like tipsy college girls trying their first sip of alcohol.
"unless being drunk on that idiot over there counts, sober." you answer pulling austin closer to you so you can try and curl into him.
"never been more sober in my life." he answers with his hand around your waist and his head dipping down to your neck to nuzzle at it.
baz has had one ( 1 ) singular glass of wine before the ceremony. this does not remain the same throughout the night. he hands catherine his phone and tells her to take a million pictures and video tape and maybe austin hands her his camera or he hands someone- maybe it's kelvin or alton or natasha- but it's someone being given his camera. point is the two of you will have a billion pictures and one video of this entire thing.
baz is surprisingly good at officiating which shouldn't surprise you and yet it does. and maybe you give him war flashbacks with your kiss. you did try and keep it chaste, but truly, you're marrying austin and he's marrying you and maybe it got a little heated. maybe you have to stop yourself from letting austin pick you up but he still 1000 percent squeezes your ass.
here's the thing though, there's alcohol afterward because you've drug these people out to the middle of nowhere it's the least you could do. so you imbibe. so does austin. catherine even sips a big glass of wine and everyone else? they get mildly tipsy at least. baz gets- a little plastered. a lot plastered. look- he rarely gets like this and catherine figured this was fine. it was fine. she was keeping an eye on him and the phone.
up until the point right before she takes his phone and he decides that the world needs to know that his leads are not only having sex but they've gotten married. after ignoring each other for the greater part of a year. it blows up on instagram and quickly slides right onto tiktok and twitter. it is everywhere on the internet. you watch the tiktoks in a panic after you finally grab your phone with austin's dick still inside you while he's passed out at 9:15 in the morning. it's your distressed laughter and whispers of "oh fuck. oh shit. oh noooo." that wakes him up eventually.
no one realizes this until 7am because you're all are enjoying the good time at the reception. you don't realize this until 9am when you finally wake up with austin curled around you, his dick still causally inside you and see a million missed calls, several text messages including one from your own mother asking "why wasn't i invited? what are you wearing? and did he grab your butt at the altar?". you don't move because of austin and because you're not 100 percent your legs work without help despite the maybe 5 hours of sleep you have gotten.
austin doesn't realize it until 10am because you figured the old man needed his beauty rest after last night. why? well that's a story for another ask.
#spoilers: maybe the accidental reveal is becoming full canon. baz luhrmann you menace!!!#did i include two gifs because i could? yeah.#am i teasing y'all? yes.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#austin butler x you#i think i'm funny using that last one btw.#between this ask and the video i am on cloud nine don't mind me.#also hello new followers this is not what you signed up for i imagine but hello nonetheless.#ally writes
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Above Snakes
Part 6.2! Look, I am not a murder mystery writer so hopefully this doesn’t come off as cheesy or too predictable… I’m trying my best here 😅
Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner
Warnings and tags: 18+ only please, no minors!! Adult themes including: mentions of death and murder, questioning of loyalty, very brief fighting and a very small bit of blood, angst and crying, cowboy AU, please let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 3.8k
It took nearly twenty minutes of Sam pacing around the office talking aloud his racing thoughts to himself, his brothers, whatever god was listening, the bare faded paneled walls, until Josh finally had him calmed down- at least enough to take a seat in the chair.
Josh’s office had always been small, just four walls big enough to hold a desk, two chairs on either side of it, a small mini fridge with a microwave on top, and a water dispenser. The eldest brother sat in his usual spot- he was the only one still level headed enough to maintain his composure. Jake had remained silent the entire time it took to console the youngest, leaning against the wall behind Josh with his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his head hanging in deep thought.
“We have to help him” Sam begged as he sat forward in the chair, placing his shaking hands on the edge of the desk. “He couldn’t have done that… right?”
“We’re going to help him Sammy. I’m going to call the lawyer in just a minute. First I need you to take a few deep breaths” Josh sushed him. “And you,” he turned his chin over his shoulder next, barely gaining any acknowledgment from Jake that he was talking to him now, “you’re going to tell me everything that happened yesterday”.
Jake sighed and pushed off the wall, moving just a couple of feet to stand next to his other half, only ever taller when one was sitting down and one was standing. “Let’s get to the chase,” he began making Josh’s eyebrows shoot up and Sam nearly fall out of his chair with anticipation, “Danny and I went to a bar last night. I went back to the motel first. He was there probably an hour and a half after I left, and when I saw him make it back to his room he’d brought a girl with him”.
Sam’s color drained from his entire body at Jake’s reveal. More thoughts raced through his already aching head. A girl? Why would he bring a girl back to his room? Surely they didn’t hook up or anything? “What? No…” was all he managed to actually say, his words falling out of his mouth in a confused and hurt tone.
“Did you recognize this girl? Do you think Danny knew her?” Josh spoke up, trying to rationalize the situation for everyone.
“I don’t know” Jake replied, shaking his head slowly, “it was late and dark, all I know is she was fucking drunk. Danny had to carry her inside-”.
“Did you say anything to him?” Sam blurted out in a raised voice, cutting Jake off. “Did you even try to stop him?!”
“No, I didn't try to stop him. Danny’s a grown ass man he can make his own decisions”.
“So you just what? Saw him drag a drunk girl into his motel room on your watch and didn’t think ‘hmm maybe I should go check on them’, ‘maybe it’s not a good idea for Danny to be shacking up with randos from a shitty bar in fuck-if-I-know-where’?!” Sam was getting more and more heated, almost ready to jump back out of his chair and throw himself at his brother just so he could get some frustration out. Wouldn’t have been the first time a tassel broke out between the two.
“Just because you and Danny have something going on together doesn’t mean I’m his babysitter when you’re not around Sam. Maybe you should be less worried about whether or not he slept with her and try to help us figure out why they think he killed somebody”.
At that Sam’s eyes started to burn and tear up again. Besides his grandparents Danny didn’t have anyone here to look after him. He was an outsider and in the eyes of a small town that practically made you guilty. Sam was the only one who truly knew him- was supposed to be there for him, but now he was beginning to doubt whether he ever truly knew him to begin with.
He closed his eyes and tried to conjure up an image of Danny in his mind. Sweet, kind, beautiful, Daniel. The first picture that came was of just earlier when they were having lunch, sitting across from Danny at the table so elated to be seeing him again and Danny with his crooked content smile as he chewed his homemade meal. Then he was closer, looming over Sam in his head and pressing savory kisses to his mouth… if he really had slept with that girl and then- how could he have come home and acted like absolutely nothing had happened?
“I think I’m going to be sick” Sam groaned and threw his hands up to rub his eyes with the heels of his palms until he was seeing brightly colored blotches instead.
“Jake, come on” Josh pleaded with him to show Sam some mercy. “You were close with Danny too. You don’t honestly think he could have hurt that girl do you?”
Jake huffed and moved to sit on the edge of Josh’s desk, crossing his arms defensively back over his chest. “No, not on purpose anyways”.
“Well I think we can all agree on that. Let’s take the rest of the evening off to process all of this. I’m going to call the lawyer now and see what information we can get out of the sheriff's office as his employer. In the meantime I expect you too to look out for each other”.
Sam and Jake both shot each other a glare then turned back to Josh with an argument ready on their tongues, but Josh silenced him with one raise of his hand. He’d made his decision and as the eldest that meant it was final.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you” Sam finally spoke calmly after a few good minutes of standing outside slumped over the fence of the pin with Jake beside him nervously pinching at his lip, once again deep in thought. “It’s just Daniel… he and I…” though Jake had already insinuated that he knew what was going on, and Josh didn’t question it either so he must’ve known too, Sam still felt like now was an appropriate time to lay everything out in the open. “He’s become really important to me, and I just can’t stand the idea of him sitting in a holding cell while Josh is just making phone calls and we’re standin’ around doin’ nothing”.
The thing was Jake hadn’t been doing nothing. This whole time he’d been replaying the arrest in his head over and over again. When it happened he’d been so caught up with seeing Tommy McVain, the man who stole the love of his life from him, daring to step foot on his property even if he was in uniform. Now that he’d had the chance to process it though, some things just weren’t adding up. Like why was their country’s sheriff's department doing the arrest and not the county where the crime occurred? Why would Tom come out here personally knowing Jake would be here to stand up to him? He just couldn’t shake the feeling that they had this all wrong, and dread was starting to set in. He needed answers, now.
“I’m going to call the motel we stayed at last night and see if there’s something I’m missing” Jake explained as he dug his old cell phone out of his pocket. Sam stood up and moved closer to him while Jake put the speaker on and they waited with baited breath as it rang once, twice, then an elderly lady picked up.
“What can I do for you?” She immediately asked, not greeting them or giving her name.
“Hi, this is Jacob Kiszka and I stayed there last night with one of my employees. I think we might have checked out with you early this morning”. He began, hoping it was indeed the same woman and that she remembered them.
“Wasn’t me, was my sister. She’ll be back on at seven thirty. You can try callin’ back then”.
“That’s alright!”Jake butt back in quickly before she hung up, “I just have a few questions, maybe you can answer them for me”.
“Listen, nightly rates are nonrefundable, it’s printed on your receipt”.
Sam rolled his eyes and folded his arms back over the fence with a scoff. He was obviously fed up already with the crude old lady and thought this was going to go nowhere.
“Actually, I was just wondering if anyone else had access to those rooms after we checked out? Do you have a way of seeing when the key cards were used?”
The lady went silent over the other end, finally realizing this wasn’t a routine call of someone complaining about their business. “You’re wondering bout the girl they found this morning aren’t ya?”
Sam perked up again, maybe Jake was onto something by calling there.
“Poor shame what happened to that little thing. She was a beauty, jus glad she wasn’t from round here. It's already going to be hell enough keeping this quiet. Bad for business”.
Jake’s heart jumped into his throat. There was no way of telling if the girl Danny brought back was a local or not, but the more information he got from the old woman the more anxiety built in his stomach, threatening to fill it up and push everything else up and out of the way.
“So no one else went into the rooms after us? No housekeeping, maintenance, anyone else at all?” He pressed again, panic starting to form in his voice.
“Housekeeping doesn’t round till noon, sheriff's department was already here at ten am. Though before then there was a man asking which rooms had been stayed in last night”.
None of this was making any sense. They checked out just before eight, someone had to have known to come check their rooms before housekeeping came otherwise how would someone have been found so quickly? “A man? Did he say his name?”
“He showed me his badge. Mc-something. He asked if I’d seen one of ya with the girl. I tells him my sister says room 108 comes back with a girl late at night, and what do you know room 108 becomes a crime scene”. She slapped her hand down on her desk, the sound of the mug full of pens Jake vividly remembered seeing this morning rattling over the speaker. She was getting upset about answering all these questions, she’d probably already been hounded all morning by officers, but Jake had gotten all he needed from her now. He thanked her for her time before ending the call, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
Tom had been there. He was the first person on the scene, and that was Jake’s worst nightmare.
“I’m going up to the sheriff's office” he declared as he started off towards his truck.
Sam immediately chased after him, “I’m coming too!” Jake gave him a warning look when he jumped into the passenger's seat, but Sam wasn’t about to back down. “I need to see him” he pleaded and Jake’s shoulders fell as he silently nodded and threw the vehicle in reverse.
When they arrived downtown the corner that the sheriffs office sat on was filled with cars- it was unusual normally there were just a handful but now they had to park across the street and walk over.
Despite the crowd that had gathered inside, it was relatively quiet when Jake and Sam entered. Nearly two dozen heads turned towards them, some of them sending scowls over when they noticed who it was, while others only sported a look of sorrow.
“What can I do for you boys?” The deputy manning the front desk asked out of obligation since everyone seemed to know why they were here. The whole town knew who they were and what business they ran, and it was never slow news when a new hand got hired out at the Kiszka ranch.
“I’d like to see Daniel Wagner” Sam spoke softly.
“Can’t, the boys in questioning” the deputy replied, running his tongue over his teeth and fiddling with a stack of papers on the desk as he avoided eye contact.
“He can’t be questioned without his lawyer, who is on the way I might add” Jake spoke up, unafraid of whoever could hear him. “Let my brother back there to see him”.
His eyes flicked up to Jake, a look of annoyance sitting heavy on his brow as called a colleague over to escort Sam back. “Only one of you at a time”.
“Go Sam, I’ll stay up here” Jake called out when Sam turned back to check with him, though his feet were already hurriedly carrying him away.
Sam wasn’t unfamiliar with the holding cells at the sheriff's office. It wasn’t out of the ordinary around here for the youth to get caught up partying until the cops busted them, the few who got caught in the scramble being hauled off for their parents to come pick them up. When there wasn’t much else to do in a small town the threat of sitting it out in a tiny sweaty cell never really much deterred you from going out again the next weekend. Or at least that was Sam’s case growing up.
It was one right turn down a short hallway and through a door with a keypad lock, then a quick left and they were already at the old jail house the sheriff's office had been built off of. In the very first cell was Danny, sitting on an old metal bench that was bolted to the concrete floor with his head in his hands.
“Wagner, visitor!” The officer who escorted Sam hollered, startling Danny who looked up, relief washing over him when he came into view.
“Sam, you came?”
Sam immediately ran over, gripping onto the rails that separated them until he was being yelled at to back away. “Yeah I came. What the fuck Daniel how did this happen? Have they said anything to you? Have you said anything to them?”
“I don’t know Sam. No, I haven't said anything. I kept asking for a phone call but they’ve had me sitting in here since they came to pick me up. Do you know what’s happening?” He looked desperate, confused, and scared, but still happy that Sam was here now- hopefully to rescue him.
“Jake is trying to get some answers, and Josh called our lawyer. He lives a bit out of town but I’m sure he’s almost here” Sam assured him. He wanted to console Danny, tell him everything was going to be alright and he’d be here for him no matter what. The problem was though every time he looked at him his stomach still churned.
“I have to ask you something” Sam began, unsure if this was really the right time to be interviewing Danny himself, but he needed his mind at ease. He needed to know if Danny had been with someone else, had been unfaithful to him even if they’d never specifically detailed the lines of their relationship. “Last night, Jake said he saw you with someone”.
Danny hesitantly looked over at the deputy who was still standing nearby, though he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to them now that Sam had behaved and backed away from the cell. “What did he tell you?”
“He said he saw you bring a girl back to your room from a bar and that she was wasted” Sam replied, trying not to sound too condemnatory. He didn’t want to believe this had happened, but he also didn’t believe his brother to be a liar either.
“Did he also tell you that he left me at that bar to begin with? Ditched me without a word to find my way back on my own”. He took Sam’s eyes widening as a no, so he continued on. “Yeah there was a girl, and she was wasted. Too drunk to be driving and too out of it to be at that bar alone. There were some sketchy guys buying her drinks. I had a bad feeling about it so I offered to drive her home. Or at least I tried to, but she wasn’t really coherent at that point. I went back to the motel because that’s the only place I could remember where it was. She slept in the bed and I slept on the floor and I swear to God in the morning she left and we went our separate ways”.
Sam took a moment to process all Danny had told him. Though he should have been relieved that Danny and the girl hadn’t done anything together, he was more confused with how this had all ended here- Danny sitting in jail with a supposed murder charge. “So if she left then who did they find in your room?”
“They found someone in my room?” Danny stood up and started pacing around, folding his hands behind his head and waving his elbows around as he tried to breathe through his panic.
Just as Sam opened his mouth to explain they heard a loud crashing sound and some yelling coming from down the hallway.
“Talk’s over, come with me”.
Before either could say much of a goodbye Sam was being drug back through the hallway until he was tossed to the other side of the door he’d come through. Back out into the open of the station he immediately saw what all the commotion was about.
On one end of the room Jake was being restrained by a group of officers as he lashed and kicked and yelled. “What did you do to her!”
On the other end was the sheriff's son Tommy McVain holding a napkin up to his nose, his tan uniform stained with blood.
Sam stared at the mess in front of him, frozen in place as his brother was being taken away now too.
“Lock that asshole up with the other one!” Tommy yelled as he checked his napkin to see if his nose was still bleeding before noticing Sam watching from across the room. He locked eyes with him and shot Sam a threatening look, just begging for him to act up too.
Any other time and Sam wouldn’t have cared- he would have jumped right into a fight and had his brother’s back with no doubts. Today had been a day full of surprise after surprise though, and it had somehow drained him both physically as it had mentally. Instead he moved to take a seat by himself.
Whatever the hell Jake got into this time was going to have to be his problem now.
Twenty minutes earlier
Jake watched Sam disappear before the officer at the desk asked if he needed anything else. “No, I’m just waiting for McVain” Jake informed him, stepping away from the counter and moving over to the already crowded seating area.
“Mrs. Johnson?” Jake asked the woman who was sitting down with a tissue in hand, her eyes glazed over and her husband's hand draped around her shoulder. “Do you remember me?”
She looked up when she realized he was talking to her, then tears started silently rolling down her face again as soon as she took him in. “Of course I remember you Jacob” she peeped, her voice barely capable of making a sound after all the sobbing she’d done earlier.
“Can I ask what’s the matter?” He had a suspicion- it had been nagging at the back of his head since Danny got arrested earlier. The large crowd of distraught community members at the station was just another piece of the puzzle setting the picture Jake had in mind.
He watched as her husband’s grip on her cardigan tightened and she reached up to wrap her fingers around it for support. “It’s Suzette, she’s…” her voice started to shake again and she couldn’t get the words out- wasn’t capable of bringing herself to actually say what she couldn’t even believe was true. “We umm, we’re waiting to see her. They haven’t let us see her yet”.
Jake’s throat began to tighten, threatening to cut off his own air supply at the sound of her name, but he held himself together by a thread. All the emotions he had right now were being mentally cut off so he could focus on what he came here for. “Have they told you anything? What happened to her?” He absolutely did not want to be asking this of her parents, but they were going to be his best bet for information at this point.
“Tom found her. He said she’d been missing all night. I just can’t believe anyone would do this to our poor daughter” she started to break down into tears again so Jake offered her another tissue from the box sitting on the table in front of them and decided he’d better leave them alone now. Besides, they had already confirmed what he feared most.
It was never some random girl from a bar Danny had in his room that wound up dead. Suzy McVain was the victim and Jake knew with certainty that Danny had nothing to do with it. In fact, he was sure he knew who did.
From across the station a door to an office opened and out of it was just the person he was waiting for. He stood up and walked through bodies, not even registering as his shoulder bumped into arms and even one person tried to stop him. His vision went red as it zeroed in on Tommy stepping out of the office, completely unaware of what was coming for him.
Jake’s fist met his jaw first, clipping him on the corner right where his ear connected no doubt making it ring violently. When Tom turned in shock to face him Jake’s second blow landed square on his nose knocking him backwards.
“What did you do to her?!” Jake yelled, ready to punch him again, but suddenly he felt his arms being pinned back as he was restrained.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Tom yelled back, grabbing the first napkin he could find and bringing it to his nose to stop the blood from getting everywhere.
“Suzy! What the fuck did you do to her!” Jake repeated and he tried to kick next, his entire body thrashing around just to get at him.
He hadn’t even noticed Sam had come back and seen the end of his fit of rage. It didn’t matter anyways, nothing mattered right now, only beating Tommy up to a pulp did.
“Lock that asshole up with the other one!” Was the last thing Jake heard as he was carried away by three men and thrown into his own cell.
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(SPOILER) I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO FINISH THE LAST BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW!!!!!
What do you think is Takasugi’s fate???
OH 🥺🥺🥺 All this time you were saving your(question)self for me?!?! 🥺🥺🥺
I'll leave my answer under the cut for all my peeps who are still holding out 😔❤️:
The bare-assed kid is just some rando Ma*ko picked up and Takasugi is now having the time of his, er, life soaking in a lava river in hell. (it's takasugi, he'd raise an army called the kihelltai and crown himself king of hell while using satan as a footrest, all in the span of a commercial break, that's just the type of man he is 🥺)
Alright, alright, I'll be for real now 😔
Takasugi was always a babe, but now he's really is a babe, as heavily insinuated. And what I'll say about this plot point is what Gintama has already said. Just a teacher protecting his student, just one of Shoyo's last gifts to Takasugi— can you really call that a miracle?! 🥺
Ach, I'm going to cry again 😭 because Sorachi is so clearly playing with forgiveness and redemption here; Takasugi finally being able to forgive himself, to at last allow himself to rest from the years living as a guilt-ridden, vengeful machine. If anyone sorely deserves this second chance, it's Takasugi. (I'm leaking, I'm leaking)
Anyway, what happens after is anyone's guess as good as mine ofc ofc— but for sure, babysugi is going grow up eventually. I wonder, since his rebirth is powered by altana, if he grows up a normal rate or if it's sped up like Shoyo's. I'm placing bets on the latter.
And will he keep his memories? Or lose them? Losing them could be interesting, and I'm sure Ma*ko would fill him on the memories that he lost anyway, but the additional benefit of him losing the memories is that he can live his second life without the burdens of the first-hand pain he went through the first time around.
Omg but the comedy... Chibi Takasugi vs Grown-ass Gintoki... Suddenly Gin-chan is living his shoka sonjuku memories again while facing this precocious child that Takasugi was, but now he can't even have the benefit of punting the little guy across the room without everyone ganging up on him calling him a child-abuser (He started it! is no longer a valid excuse for you, Gin-chan... you're the adult here, you man-child)
A LOT of ways Takasugi's fate can go from here on out, but one thing is for sure, he'll be happy :')
(personally, if there was an option to keep takasugi as an adult, that's an option i'd take, but i can absolutely understand why sorachi did this for him and i love it too)
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Team Real will genuinely never make sense to me.
In the broader scheme of things, they technically “won” bragging rights because according to publications and the words coming from Chris’s own mouth (he didn’t mention the skank directly but 🖐🏾😒🤚🏾) CE & AB are “married”. So why do these grown adults worry so much about if other grown adults have different opinions than them? Are they scared that any day now something’s going to pop up and expose this whole situation for being fake? Are they scared they won’t have traction if they don’t continue being the opposing “side” and cause strife and chaos here between blogs? Are they scared that they’ll have to come to terms with being used as pawns in a game that should’ve never been invented in the first place and they’ll have to face the reality of how terrible they looked and acted?
If you’re so secure in your position that a celebrity relationship is so real despite you not even being 1/2 of it, then stick to your shit and move on with your life. You got what you wanted. Why are you still wallowing and crying about other blogs? I understand that some blog’s have anons who go to other blogs and cause drama in hearsay, but practice what you preach and block the opinions and asks that you don’t like. It’s as simple as that. No one deserves death threats and harassment over their own perspective, but if you don’t like something being said remove the problem. Especially if it’s your blog. Curate your experience for yourself and surround yourself with people who share the same ideas you. I mean their favorite Nazi Pornstar surrounds herself with racists and antisemites so obviously she curates her experiences to what she wants around her since she hasn’t kicked their asses to the curb. Take a lesson from your new fav. You know the same one whose ass you were just dragging this time a year ago.
Their first excuse anytime someone disagrees to their opinions is, he won’t fuck you. Sure, he won’t. Since he doesn’t know us. And I wouldn’t wanna fuck him either after how he’s been acting the past two years. But he won’t fuck you either just cause you’re now kissing his aging Casper ass and she probably wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire just cause you’re choosing to now support her dirty ass too.
I will just never understand how women in their late 20s to apparently Chris’s age (and this is not me just bringing up age to bring it up, this is me pointing out the antics of overgrown ass women and adults) forgot that everyone is different, and not everyone is going to think like you do. I think they’re just bothered because a lot of anons or peeps they used to interact with are in a state of whiplash by how quick they flip flopped like fish (😏) with going from dragging to now just absolutely adoring Dumbass and Megamind over here so they’re getting called out for being fake. Which in a sense is what they deserve. You can’t sit here and be in outrage over her racism associations and co, but then within the same year start loving her and forgetting all of the shit she did and then forget your own actions in the process like it never happened and then have the audacity to get pissy when people are calling you out for it. It don’t work both ways. You chose your lane and stay in it. Don’t be mad because your lane looks to be going into oncoming traffic.
No let’s bring up age. These women are apparently in their late 20s to early/late 40s and act this way? Sweetie pies…. Did you have a mental stunt growth? Truly unbelievable how they dedicate their lives to “Team PR”
I didn’t agree with the team deal before, but why does it matter what people think? If a man treats you the way CE has treated Alba then get out of that relationship. There’s no love.
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