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zombiesbecrazy · 3 years

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! with Dick, please, because I'm horribly predictable 🤣 💙

Roy couldn’t even begin to list all the reasons why he hated Gotham because he knew that he would be going at it for hours and still not be anywhere close to done. Even if you ignored the fact that it was the supervillain capital of America, everything else about it sucked from the layout to the weather.

Why would anyone live in a city that has a street that had been going by the name Crime Alley for so long that no one remembered the real name?

What he did know is that amongst the top five reasons, if not the top three, was the sheer amount of villains who held doctorate degrees. It did a lot to discourage post-secondary education, or at least about pursuing it locally.

Out of all the Dr. Evil’s running around this hellhole of a city, Scarecrow was the worst. Or at least tonight he was making a run for the title.

It was Scarecrow’s fault that Roy was currently surrounded by 12 young kids, crying about terrors that he couldn’t see and couldn’t help them with other than offering hugs and promises that the antidotes would start working soon. It was Scarecrow’s fault that the orphanage they lived in currently had billowing coloured smoke still pouring out of it, fear gas bombs having smashed through the windows.

It was Scarecrow’s fault that Dick was currently still in the building, looking for the last kid, long having lost his rebreather and his antidotes all given to the children instead of himself. Roy knew that Dick could power through the noise of the toxin, having been exposed to its effects so many times, but that didn’t make him feel any better, knowing the inevitable reactions and drop that would follow.

He spotted the blue of Nightwing’s uniform through the fog first, Dick quickly leaving the building with a small child in his arms. If you didn’t know Dick, hadn’t spent years growing up at his side, you would assume that he was fine, but Roy saw the tells through the act. He could see the hesitation in Dick’s footfalls, preparing for the ground to disappear beneath him at any moment. The clench in his jaw at the effort of ignoring the invisible screams of his loved ones.

Child Services agents arrived on scene just as Dick approached. Dick looked to Roy for a reality check before silently handing the last child off, then turned on his heel, walking away from the scene without a word or a second glance. Roy said goodbye to the children that had been in his care, now in the safe hands of the authorities, and quickly followed Dick’s shadow into a nearby laneway, close to where the car was parked.

Dick was standing in the middle of the street, swaying slowly with his eyes closed. “That’s it, right?” he asked, voice rough with a tremor that Roy had never liked hearing.

“Yeah. You did good, Rob.” Roy touched his arm softly, letting Dick know he was right at his side. That he was safe. “Cass went after Scarecrow, and she’s way scarier than him.”

“Good. Good.” Dick’s frame finally relaxed and he stumbled, right into Roy’s waiting arms, finally succumbing to the feeling of the fear gas. Roy held on tight, applying the pressure that he knew Dick needed, the touch that was required to keep Dick grounded in the now and not in his nightmares. This wasn’t either of their first rodeo. “Fuck, I’m dizzy.”

“Which is why we take cars and not bikes to fear gas calls,” Roy said sagely. “Let’s go back to the cave and get you the good drugs to counteract the ones you are on. I’ll let you ride shotgun.”

While he couldn’t list all the things he hated about Gotham, the list of things Roy liked was very short, able to be counted on three fingers, and they were all tied for the top spot: Dick, Jason, and the chance he got once in a blue moon to drive a batmobile.

From this list of drabble prompts

#drabble #dick grayson #roy harper #this got too long lol

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brazenautomaton · 3 years

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and then here’s another Sailor Moon space colonist OC!

Sailor Yellow Sky

Real Name: Jeanna D'Trelli

Birth Date: March 29, 2482 (Sol-Aires)

Species: Human-analogous (Planet Mermaid)

Homeworld: Yellow Sky orbits the star Tychus. Due to a series of impacts that were prooobably meteors, Yellow Sky has two biospheres: its high plateaus are an oxygen-based environment where humans and similar species can live, while its hot, wet, lowland swamps are home to chlorine-breathing lifeforms, breathing caustic air that will kill human beings.

It was colonized by the peaceful Orlamu Theocracy (who seek to understand the nature of the Divine through scientific research) and established the city of Mount Illumination in 2346. But in 2369 -- during the Second Great Sailor War -- the Orlamu world that launched the expedition was scourged, and the colonists were stranded with no FTL communications, no spacedock, and no industrialized manufacturing or resource extraction. Their knowledge was from the Gravity Age, but aside from preserving what they already had brought with them, their technology was regressed to the Age of Reason.

Combustion is impossible in Yellow Sky's chlorine-based environment, so no species could have discovered or used fire there. Yet, the swamps are littered with ruins of an incalculably advanced, incalculably ancient starfaring species known as the "Stoneburners". From them, emerge shambling youma-form creatures known as the Untouched Ones.

That is their name. How did the colonists know to call them that?

Appearance: Jeanna is well-tanned and well-muscled from lots of field work at a farm, and about 162 cm high. Her dark aquamarine hair goes down to the middle of her back when it's not done up in a ponytail. Her blue eyes usually aren't haunted, they're usually bright and charming... but there are always deep, dark circles under them.

On Yellow Sky, she wore one of two sets of coarse, itchy, undyed tunics and leggings, the kind made by people who landed on a planet with lots of technical documentation but not a lot of records on "how to operate a shuttle loom effectively". After the colony was rescued and she got some wealth, she got herself a huge wardrobe of outfits in varying levels of formality; even her green T-shirts and blue jeans she wears most of the time are custom-tailored and nothing that touches her skin ever has a thread count below 1000. She tries not to have a big head about things, but there are rules, come on.

Once exposed to current technology again, she's also found with an earbud in her left ear at all times, as civilian and Senshi. If you were to pull it out, you'd hear a metronome ticking at exactly 108bpm, and she'd claw your face off to get it back.

History: Jeanna was reincarnated, from a backup singer to a 22nd century pop star that died tragically young in a boating accident. She didn't think her distant memories of fame and stardom and performance would ever be relevant; she was a farmer, her parents were farmers, eking out enough to keep Mount Illumination alive. She went to school. She learned state of the art (for the 23rd century) computer interfaces on printed parchment, and how to perform FTL navigation calculations with slate and chalk. She learned archery, as the number of functional guns in the settlement was getting smaller and smaller.

And there were only 13 environmental suits left. One of which was sized for a young girl of her proportions. They couldn't afford to let it go unused. Because the settlement needed her, because she ignored her own fears, she suited up, loaded in an air canister that had been filled by a wooden hand-cranked device, grabbed her bow and arrow, and descended with the expeditions into the chlorine swamps, hunting for deposits of precious iron and animals with hides thick enough to bear useful leather. It was hot. Miserable. Her lungs burned. She was drowning in her own sweat. But she bore on, because people needed her to be brave. They even listened to her sing sometimes, to make her feel more valued back at the camp, but she'd never had any coaching and wasn't any good.

One day, they strayed too close to a Stoneburner ruin, and the Untouched Ones were upon them. She was closest to the edge, so she tried to sacrifice herself so others could get away safely. She couldn't tell if it worked -- she couldn't see, couldn't hear. Their spindly claw fingers rent her body. Her breathing line was severed, and she rapidly choked to death in the toxic atmosphere.

11 hours later, she came to, breathing unimpeded, as Sailor Yellow Sky. Around her were 11 corpses of the Untouched Ones, arrayed in a circle.

All dead by their own hands.

Sailor Yellow Sky

Origin: Jeanna is not the first to hold the title of Sailor Yellow Sky... or at least, let's say, not the first to be Sailor Guardian of this planet. She surmises that the previous title holder was one of the Stoneburners, who lived millions upon millions of years ago, and left her the title, the powers, and the profane alien relic/guardian that screams at her in a language she can't possibly understand and protects her by injuring her friends.

How long ago did the Stoneburners die out, do we think?

And how long ago did Sailor Galaxia seal away Chaos?

And how come this Sailor Guardian outfit doesn't have a Sailor collar?

Transformation: "Atlach a natai. Aatal oorn. Ab a dhuttai om!"

Sailor Yellow Sky's outfit resembles the environmental suit she used to stay alive on her terrifying expeditions into her planet's corrosive lowlands. It covers everything below her neck in a pale off-yellow, with a dark burgundy skirt and back ribbon, and dark green highlights and piping. Her wrist adornments are shackles; anyone else who touches them finds them unbearably heavy, but she can't imagine not having to bear them. As alluded above, she has no Sailor collar of any kind. While transformed, she can survive in absolutely any environment regardless of heat, pressure, chemical composition, radiation... but she still feels the echoes of its effects on her body, even if they cause no damage and don't really happen.

Attacks and Powers: Sailor Yellow Sky's element is corrosion. Form and space break down. Boundaries erode, and definition melts. Nothing can be kept out because there is no out or in any more. She corrodes the boundaries of space and distance, she corrodes stone and flesh, wearing all away into a singular point of nothing, just as her fellow colonists' needs wore away any boundary she could claim around herself.

- "Atlach a natai. Abhai a shudde." Sailor Yellow Sky conjures fistfuls of horribly caustic acid. Due to the possibility of awfully maiming people, she never uses this with others around, or on living opponents. She uses it to melt materiel, terrain, obstacles and walls, etc.

- "Warp." Sailor Yellow Sky bends space. This point and that point become adjacent, regardless of distance in between. There are plenty of tricks to be pulled by sending sound and energy and devices through warped space, or bending the geography of a location past sanity. She can create full-on portals between locations, but she never allows any other living being to cross them, even her enemies -- when she does it, she's always incapacitated by weeping and vomiting blood.

Special Items: Sailor Yellow Sky has two of these, to her chagrin. The first is her Stellar Bow, a compound bow engraved with star-pattern designs from her personal notebook. The system of cams and pulleys allows her to put on a draw weight that matches her heroic strength; it's made out of cutting-edge alloys and polymers that don't actually exist, but she imagined would exist by the time she was rescued. It is her primary means of attack (since she can warp arrows to their destination as long as they stay in line of sight), comes with an 8x scope, and fires arrows that pierce, explode, or leave clouds of corrosive gas to melt through force fields and magical protection. It appears to have nothing to do with the Stoneburners.

The second doesn't have a name that she can pronounce. It's a spherical cube -- a cubic sphere -- of weeping magenta stone that hovers around her and only she can see or hear. It’s eerily silent most of the time, until it suddenly screams at her in a language nobody has spoken in millions of years, especially to wake her up, or tell her to do things. She has no idea what it wants. She wants to keep it that way. Any time she's injured, the stone strikes someone nearby with red lightning, healing her and wracking them with pain and injury. The lightning only hits enemies if it can't hit an innocent bystander, and only hits innocent bystanders if it can't hit a friend. It does this if she squishes her thumb in a cabinet door, or drops something on her foot. She'd much prefer if it went away, please.

Mission: Mount Illumination needed her. How could she say no? Once she became Sailor Yellow Sky, she was there for every expedition into the lowlands. And then, well, she was so much safer, she was at so much less risk than everyone else because her air supply couldn't be ruptured and her suit couldn't be corroded... can't she just go down alone, and protect everyone else by completing the missions solo? Mount Illumination needed her, so that was what she did.

And now that she's going out on expeditions solo, isn't it an amazing opportunity to map the Stoneburner ruins in a way that nobody else can? Sure, it's frightening, but she is courageous, and she's willing to step up for the sake of advancing human knowledge, right? So she spent less and less of her time hunting slow beasts with inefficient chlorine-based metabolisms, and more in the weeping stone ruins, gathering up relics, trying to snipe down the vulnerable bulbous eyeballs of the Untouched Ones before they came at her as a blizzard of impossibly thin fingers. It was impossible to map the ruins, of course. Every one had a totally different layout every time she entered. Three rights didn't make a left. The horrid laboratory-tombs were filled with impossible, non-Euclidean geometry that hurt her head to try and understand. A horrible droning came from inside her ears. Bas-reliefs seemed to depict hundreds of scenes of her being mutilated and killed, annotated in perfect modern French. It all went deeper. Everything went deeper, deeper than she could go, deeper than she could fathom. Why were there hallways, but never rooms? Why were there rooms, but never hallways?

Sailor Yellow Sky didn't originally have the power to warp space, until she'd been to the ruins. Is that even one of her powers? Or is it something Jeanna has seen about the world, and can't unsee?

But she kept going. She beheld more and more impossible things, things Man was not meant to know, things she could not understand beyond knowing she never should. Because people needed her to. Because she was protecting others from enduring this peril. Because she was brave.

Mount Illumination did their best to keep her spirits up, and she did her best to keep her spirits looking up. They christened her "Sailor Discovery", an Orlamist saint of courage and inquiry. There was a feast day every week in her honor. She liked those. There were lots of people there to talk to and that meant she wasn't alone with her own thoughts. She sang terribly, and people politely clapped.

In 2497, the Orion Arm re-established contact with the frontier, and the colony of Yellow Sky was rediscovered. The Theocracy swooped in with much needed medicine and clothing and armaments and modern supplies. Her expeditions continued, under closer scientific guidance, for about a year and a half, deeper and longer than she ever wants to talk about.

Her name and likeness as "Sailor Discovery" were marketed as a character in educational children's programming, with tales of her courage and heroism that had been "massaged" to make them more palatable to audiences back home. She didn't actually get a huge cut of the royalties, and Sailor Discovery isn't a massive well-known household name, but a small cut of a minor character going out to an audience of 745 billion is still a very decent chunk of change, and Sailor Discovery got herself rich. She didn't walk out on her duties, until someone suggested she could -- then she was gone before that sentence finished echoing in the air. She became a free agent, fighting what evils she could find when she could find them, in nice normal happy predictable Euclidean space against things that had a consistent number of limbs and experienced time in an orderly, coherent fashion.

Joining up with the Verge Senshi was a no-brainer, they provided emotional and tactical support and if she wasn't the only one around who did Senshi things she wouldn't be pushed into doing everything. Sailor Lison is a great help in particular, because she doesn't mind being asked a lot of questions like "how many people are in the room with us?" and "do the angles of this triangle still add up to 180 degrees?" and "Is e still less than pi?", without trying to draw conclusions about what is going on in her head based on the questions.

Personality: Jeanna is outgoing, friendly, gregarious, giving, courageous, self-sacrificing, and clearly about 5 millimeters from losing her goddamned mind at any given moment. She loved being around other people, and that's even better because now being around other people means not being alone with her thoughts! She pushes for lots of time together, lots of talking, or playing lots of games, or watching lots of movies -- lots of TOGETHER TIME. She can seem normal in short bursts, when you don't have enough time to see the patterns, and she just seems outgoing. But the longer you're with her, the more likely you are to notice how much she laughs at inappropriate things, how random words startle her like gunshots, how she keeps looking behind her like she thinks something is in the room with her. She's terrified of being alone. She's terrified of what will be there with her when she is.

She's always jumping into danger (she can't refuse it) and trying to solve other people's problems (if she solves someone else's problems she doesn't have her own). She's proactive and forward looking. Extremely forward looking, lots of forward momentum, because if she stops moving forward she collapses. She has seen Things Man Was Not Meant To Know. Her courage has almost destroyed her by exposing her again and again to mind-shattering sights, taking on the most awful burdens and obligations of everyone. If her awful experience allows her to help someone, she has to do it... because if she doesn't, someone else might have to see those things, and that's something she can't let them do.

She's not comfortable with most modern technology (it's 150 years past what she learned about) and prefers other people do computer things for her. She does all her FTL navigation calculations by hand, on paper. They get the ship to its destination much faster than the laws of FTL physics allow. Only Sailor Lison is allowed to input them, because she's the only one who is able to conclusively delete information she's seen from her own memory, and nobody else is even allowed to look at them.

Battle: Sailor Yellow Sky is a sniper and harrier, dealing precision damage to high-value targets from extreme range, using her space-warping powers to extend the range of her arrows. Corrosive clouds restrict her opponents' movement, and deal devastating damage to those who can't move away from them. Bent space leaves her enemies lost and confused. She's most effective alone, but she needs to be in contact with others or she'll lose it. Her floating cube-orb has nothing to do with how she uses her powers, provides no benefit she cares about, and she'd rather be rid of it, but nonetheless it means that her being close to her allies while enemies are near endangers them. Being close to others hurts them, because of course it does. If she's outnumbered or caught with an ally, she has to escape through a hole in space, which will incapacitate her and take her out of the fight. If her allies are in danger and sniping off attackers isn't a viable course of action, she's going to have to do something dangerous to save them.

#my fiction #sailor moon #otaku senshi

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roadtwt · 1 year

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bb-tings · 4 years

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guns and roses | part 2

So here’s part 2. It’s a lot longer but I’m really proud. My mom has started to tell my family members that I think I’m an author now lol

Warnings: Cursing, A LOT OF ANGST, a tad of fluff (if you squint hard enough)

ENJOY...

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As soon as the truck came to a halt in the drive way of Tannyhill, both Sarah and Y/n jumped out quickly. Neither wanted to be in the presence of the eldest Cameron boy, one actually having the choice to walk away while the other knew a conversation was coming.

Y/n and Rafe went to walk into the back door, but were stopped by the blonde evil stepmother.

"You father isn't gonna like you being back here," Rose yelled out towards Rafe.

"Umm, nah it's alright. He told me to come here." Rafe nodded his head to himself, still coming down from a high.

"Well he didn't tell me…"

Y/n went to walk into the house behind Rafe, being stopped by Rose.

"Rafe being kicked out means you shouldn't be here as well. That's obvious, y/n," Rose told the girl with an attitude.

The young girl, who was fed up with the 3 oldest Cameron's, flipped her middle finger out towards the woman. "Go to hell, Rose."

As soon as the girl walked through the back door, she was met with a freaking out Rafe. His room being off to the right, she could see him pacing back and forth with his hands running through his hair. She went to take a step into the room, but stopped abruptly staring at the boy. He looked just like him, but at the same time he didn’t. He looked like the Rafe she knew but skinnier and ridden of anxiety. His face was hollowed out and he had dark sinking bags under his eyes and the once vibrant blue that she associated with home and stability, she now associates with uncertainty and fear. She loved him, she loves him. But she knew that she couldn’t be with him anymore. Y/n might not know exactly who she is or what she wants to do, but she knew her morals. She knew right from wrong, she knew what was allowed and wat was totally off limits. But she was in love. How can she just throw 3 years of a loving relationship out the window. Y/n knew of all the terrible things Rafe had done over the years but he never put her in harm's way and he never put his hands on her> He wasn’t abusive, emotionally or physically. He was just Rafe Rafe Cameron needed help, he needed love. He needed someone to actually stand by his side and stay for once. She didn’t want to be another failed relationship with him, she didn’t want to be something he looked even further down on his self worth.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Rafe called out to his girlfriend. He thought the world of her, sometimes whenever he was thinking about the decisions he was making, he didn’t even think of what his dad would say, he thought about Y/n. He knew he didn't show it very well but he cared about what she thought of him. He wanted to make her proud, but sometimes the voices in his head made him think that she didn’t love him and that it wouldn’t matter to her what he did. He just wanted her to look at him and see that he was trying. He was trying his best.

Y/n finally stepped into the room. She walked towards him and sat on the edge of his bed as he stayed pacing in a line. “I don’t know, Rafe. Have you done anything out of the ordinary today??” He looked at her like a mother looks at a son who knows they have done wrong. He couldn’t stand the pressure and guilt building up so he watched the ground instead. “Maybe you forgot to put gas in the truck, or maybe you snorted a few too many lines today. Yeah, yeah…OR MAYBE YOU MURDERED SOMEONE” The taller boy flinched as she yelled at him.

Rafe looked up at her with tears in his eyes, only to find tears already tracing lines down her face. He hurt her. He hurt the love of his life and he didn’t know what to say or do to fix it. He walked over to her spot on the bed and got on his knees in front of his bed so she had to look down at him. “I know, I know. I fucked up, ok. I get it, I fucked up big time, but just tell me how to fix it. Ok, just tell me how and I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever it takes,” Rafe placed his hands on her knees slowly making their way up to her thighs and then hips. He squeezed her hips as he begged her. Rafe watched as y/n’s eyes turned into little slits and her eyebrows dipped into the skin between her eyes and above her nose.

"Fix it? Rafe. Someone is DEAD. No longer have a beating heart. Shot and Killed. Baby, as much as I would wish I knew how to fix this, there is no fixing it." The taste in her mouth didn't go unnoticed when she said those words.

Rafe stood up from the ground and walked to the other side of the room to give her space.

At least she can look at me now. She called me baby, that’s gotta mean something right, Rafe thought.

Y/n looked over at the 19-year old whose mind was racing a million thoughts a minute. She felt bad for him, she really did. She knew she was being harsh. But how else was she supposed to act? She watched as he put his hands on his desk and leant on it. She could see his back muscles tense from where she sat. Y/n stood up, walked towards him, and hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders and slowly rubbed her way down to his back dimples, that she could picture even though she couldn’t see.

As soon as Rafe felt her warmth through his shirt, he lost it. He turned around and gripped her around her shoulders until their bodies met in the middle. Rafe closed his eyes, silently waiting, begging, for her to wrap her arms around him. He just needed someone to hold him, he knew he fucked up but he just needed a second to breathe and be cradled again. He squeezed her harder as he felt her arms go to his back and her head hidden in his neck. To Y/n’s surprise, he began to bawl.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, I know. Rafe, you’re ok. It’s not all ok and everything isn’t going to be fine, but for right now, you are ok.“ She didn’t dare say it. She didn’t dare baby him and tell that what he did was ok. He did a terrible thing, but she was still in love with him. And while they stood there, holding each other, she knew that was true and she knew there wasn’t anything that was going to change that.

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The next morning, Y/n got dressed to leave her house and meet Rafe at his. He begged her to stay the night with him, but she was hard on the point that she needed time to herself. She knew why he was scared for her to leave. He thought it was gonna be the last time. The last time he held her, kissed her, felt her, saw her. He knew that if he was right, he wasn’t gonna be ok. Ever. But she promised him the moon and the stars that she was coming back in the morning, and as much as she dreaded seeing him again, she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep that promise.

Driving through the town she was thinking about what to say to him and how she could convince him to turn himself in. However, she was pulled out of her thoughts when she was at the store getting gas and she saw a poster with a familiar face on it. Finished pumping the liquid, then slowly walked up to the door of the stoor. As she reached to pull the paper down, she felt her stomach drop. John B. Routledge...Murder...Islandwide manhunt…$25,000 Reward. She was gonna be sick again. $25,000 reward for something that he didn’t even fucking do.

Y/n jumped in her car and sped her way to Rafes, all while fuming. She quickly put the car in park and jumped out with the flyer in hand. She opened the front door and made her way to Rafe’s room in the back hallway.

“You say why?” Y/n heard her boyfriend’s and hid behind the wall. She didn’t want to eavesdrop but she didn’t want to walk in on an argument between the Cameron men. “They didn’t tell you?”

Who was he talking to? Y/n wondered.

“Nobody tells me anything,” Y/n felt chills run down her back as she heard the youngest Cameron’s sweet voice. She loved Wheezie to the moon and back, but she knew the girl got on Rafe’s nerves easily. She hated even thinking about it, but she wasn’t positive if Rafe could handle his anger with the state that he was in.

“Um...so John B killed Sheriff Peterkin.” Y/n let her head rest against the wall as she tried to control her breathing. She should have stayed last night. She shouldn’t have let Ward drag him into his office. She shouldn’t have let him brainwash him. Rafe would do anything to make his father happy, and if that meant agreeing with his lies, then so be it.

“Are you smilin’ right now?” Rafe questioned his little sister. “I’m not joking. Like, this isn’t a game. I don’t know why you're smiling, okay? Look at me.” Y/n jumped as she heard Rfe hit something, she didn’t know what it was but she was thankful it wasn’t Wheezie. “I saw it with my own two eyes, all right? He shot her, and then you know what he did? Tried to shoot Dad, but I stepped in, and I stopped him, right? I saved his life.”

“Why would John B want to kill Dad?” Wheezie asked her older brother.

Y/n could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to answer Wheezie without scaring her more than he already had. “Uh, because...um..he thinks Dad killed his father.”

Wheezie went quiet, gathering the information told to her, before speaking. “He wants vengeance.”

“Oh yeah,” Y/n started to snap back into her own world as she heard Rafe’s voice getting closer to her and further from the 13 year old. “I don’t know. I’m just telling you, he’s...he’s a maniac.”

Y/n took a step forward, coming into wheezie’s line of sight. The middle schooler made eye contact with the girl and gasped. “Y/n! Hey, I was starting to think Rafe had done something stupid and you left him. I’m glad you're back, though. Wanna come help me pick out a layout for my tumblr account?”

Y/n couldn’t help but give the girl a small smile. Even though she had just been told all the horrific things that were going around in her town, she was still so unbothered and innocent, well, as innocent as a Cameron can be. “Umm. maybe later munchkin, I gotta talk to Rafe about something. But I’ll come find you later, ok?”

“Yeah, sure.” The two young adults watched as the Raven haired girl skipped away, running back upstairs to her room.

“How much did you hear?”

Y/n turned to face Rafe, giving him a look that he couldn’t decipher. “What? Did you really want me to tell her that her brother killed someone?”

“You know what? After last night, I kept thinking ‘Maybe we can get through this. Maybe he can change and some miracle will happen and the charges will drop. MAYBE he’ll even come to his senses and confess.’ But looking at you right now,” she started to shake her head while looking him up and down. “I’m not sure I even want to be with you anymore. I can’t look at you and see anything else but you shooting you, but now all I'll hear is you lying to your impressionable little sister that her older sister’s boyfriend killed someone, when the truth is, it was you. I don’t know if anyone has told you this yet...but you are a fucking MURDERER, Rafe. Ok, get that through your thick fucking skull. Because sooner or later, the truth is gonna come out, and I’m not coming to see you in prison, when it does.”

Y/n then smashed the flyer into his chest, as hard as she could, and walked away. She opened the door and then turned her body towards him as he reached to pick the paper off the floor. “Oh and by the way, you need a fucking shower.” She then stepped out onto the back porch. “And brush your damn teeth while you’re at it. You smell like a damn crackhouse.”

She made sure the door slammed behind her.

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