Watchmen Kink Meme 3. Weeeeeeee.
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1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
By tacit agreement, they leave the game in the woods. Somehow it just doesn't seem right playing at school, though Dan can't help but eye the playground equipment. It only takes the application of a little imagination to see a miniature version of the city there, perfect for running around superheroing. Of course, it's it's also full of other kids, and already the little group is becoming rather possessive of their game. If everyone finds out, they'll either laugh, or, possibly worse, they'll want to play too, and then it won't be as special anymore.
The game is far from forgotten during school hours, though. They meet up at nearly every lunch and recess, spending the time coming up with new characters, stories, and, in Daniel's case, gadgets drawn out on wide-ruled loose-leaf paper. Each of them has had their own close calls, nearly being caught doodling or scribbling down ideas for new missions in class. It's probably lucky that they're split up, Dan and Jon in one fourth grade class, Laurie and Adrian in the other, or they would never hear a word their teachers said, too busy passing notes about their adventures.
"We need a name," Laurie says one day at lunch. There are murmurs of assent all around the table.
"I thought we were the Minutemen," Dan says.
"No," Laurie insists, rolling her eyes, "that was our parents. Well, I mean, my parents and Uncle Hollis and Eddie and... Anyway, we have to come up with our own team name."
Dan doesn't bother pointing out that Laurie's using her mom's old superhero name and he's using Hollis'. He sort of likes the idea of having their own group name, anyway. Like how the X-Men have Generation X.
Adrian is flipping through his current book, frowning as it apprently contains nothing that would make for a good team name. The other three are actually a little thankful for this -- fine for him to be Ozymandias if he wants, but they don't want to end up stuck with some weird Egyptian name just to appease him. Finally he snaps the book shut, disappointed. "What about..." his face scrunches up a bit in concentration. "What about the Crimebusters?" he suggests. The others look at him a little skeptically, and it's clear from his expression that even he's not wild about the idea. Before anyone can come up with anything better, though, the bell rings. Grumbling, they slowly pack away their things and shuffle off, Laurie and Adrian heading into a nearby room, Dan and Jon to their classroom a little further down the hall. Jon pauses to talk to a fifth-grader that Dan doesn't know, so he continues on, knowing the other boy will catch up.
Something catches his attention, something that sounds like a sharp cry coming from a distance. Frowning, he stops and gazes around. Over on the playground, he notices two hulking kids, obviously fifth-graders, since that's the highest grade in the school, but bearing more resemblance to gorillas escaped from the local zoo, their backs to him, standing over a smaller shape on the ground. He glances around, noticing that the hallway has emptied considerably and Jon is nowhere to be seen, which means he probably doesn't have much time to get to class. Still, something about the sight nags at his mind, and he trots over to investigate.
When the small shape resolves into a kid, he breaks into a full-on run, feeling the same rush of excitement and power he gets when he is Nite Owl, the sensation strong enough to make him ignoe the other part of him that is scared and wondering what he's thinking.
"Hey!" he cries as he draws closer. "What are you doing?"
The gorillas look up, blinking in slight shock at the short and slightly pudgy kid hurtling toward them with surprising speed. Dan comes to a stop, glaring hard at them, though he's pretty sure he's about to get the pummeling of his life. At least his voice doesn't shake as he demands, "Leave him alone!"
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As soon as Dan has finished thanking his lucky stars that he's apparently not going to die today after all, he offers a hand to the kid, who stares at him sullenly for a moment before grasping it and hoisting himself up.
"Could've handled them myself," he mutters.
Dan sincerely doubts that. This guy is short and scrawny, all corners and angles and awkward, gangly limbs. His hair is flaming red, and at the moment his face matches, almost but not quite managing to hide the clusters of freckles there. Dan suddenly realizes he still has hold of his hand, having been too busy staring rudely to notice. He drops it quickly.
"Um, I'm Daniel," he says, smiling awkwardly. "What's your name?
"Walter," the boy mutters, starting to walk away.
"Hey, um..." Dan jogs a bit to keep up. For being so short, he moves fast. "You're in Mr. Long's class, right?" He's pretty sure he's seen him filing out with Laurie's class a time or two.
"Yes." Walter heads in that direction. A little disappointed and not sure why, Dan turns to go to his classroom. Then he stops.
"Hey, Walter?"
"Yes."
"You doing anything after school?"
There's a pause, as if he's considering. "No."
"You wanna come play with me and my friends?"
Walter's eyes narrow in suspicion. "Why?"
Dan shrugs. Walter sort of seems like he could use a friend, but he's afraid if he says that it'll come out sounding like he thinks the boy doesn't have any friends which, even if it's true, it s a pretty mean thing to point out. "For fun," he says, then rattles off directions to the treehouse, pausing to make sure Walter knows all the landmarks, waiting for his curt nod before continuing. "You should come, okay?"
Finally, doubtfully, Walter says, "All right," then turns and disappears into the classroom. Dan runs to his own class even though he knows he's already very late. He gets the scolding he's expecting but doesn't really care. The thought of Walter joining them makes him feel inexplicably happy, as though their group is now really complete.
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Mr. Long clears his throat and calls their attention back to the social studies lesson. Walter pulls out his book, flips it open to a page somewhere near where they're currently at, and stares down at it blankly. He's usually a fairly good student, but at the moment he can't focus on anything. Not anything having to do with school, anyway.
He keeps thinking about Daniel. Replaying their conversation and his offer of friendship in his head, wondering what it means. His first thought is that it could just be a trick. Lure weird, wimpy Walter out to the woods, leave him sitting there alone all afternoon -- or worse -- and then laugh about it the next day? But Daniel seemed so sincere, and he did help with those bullies -- not that he'd needed it. (He could have gotten away on his own, and if not, well, he could have taken it, has taken worse. Now, he knows, they'll only go harder next time.)
Probably it's pity, he decides. Everyone knows he's got no friends. Daniel probably just asked him in order to make him feel better. That's somehow worse than the thought of the other boy playing a cruel joke on him, making his stomach twist unpleasantly.
He won't go. He won't go because he doesn't want, doesn't need pity, doesn't need friends, especially not ones who are just humoring him. But mostly he won't go because he wants to so badly.
Mind made up, his resolve lasts the rest of the day, wavering a time or two but never breaking. When the school day ends, he lets himself be swept out the gate in the flood of kids, turning the opposite direction from what Daniel had told him, heading toward his house (he tries not to use the word 'home' because it isn't, not really).
"Walter! Hey, Walter!" He glances over his shoulder to see Daniel waiting there with three others, two of whom he vaguely knows from his class. The blond boy he thinks maybe he's seen around, but he doesn't know him. "C'mon," Daniel says, jogging over to him, "it's this way."
And all his certainty, all his resolve is gone in an instant as he joins the group.
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I can't even think straight. Thank yooou! Thank you!
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