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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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She froze, watching his back as he continued up the steps. And then she looked around the pretty yellow flowers sprouting around her, and her cheeks reddened. “He-hey! Wait up! What’s with that dirty tactic?”

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She waited outside the drug store impatiently for Okamura to finish his shopping. At least she looked nice. As she was looking at herself in the reflection of the window, she saw two teenaged boys approaching her. Bleached hair, tattoos, piercings. Not worthy of her time. As she turned away, one of them caught her elbow.

They spoke rapid French—quicker than she could respond, even quicker before she could recall up the words for “no thanks” or something as similar.

“Let me go,” she said harshly, but they were pulling her away, the boy with the blue hair was too strong. She smashed his face and stepped back, only to be faced with the boy with the yellow bleached hair and nose ring.

“Stop it!” Her elbow was grabbed again, and they were pulling her away, and she suddenly felt fear. It tasted metallic in her mouth, and her heart beat fast.

“Hey.” Okamura stepped outside, plastic bag swinging over his shoulder. He had a cigarette in his mouth, still unlit. His sleepless eyes, with heavy bags under them, were frightening to even her. She cringed as he stepped forward and forcibly took her away, slinging his arm over her shoulder and leading her away.

It wasn’t a block later until he released her, glancing back.

“Man,” he said, “if they challenged me, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m not a fighter,” he said, non-apologetically.

“Then why’d you do it if you couldn’t do anything at all?” she snapped angrily, hugging herself.

“You were in trouble,” he said, looking surprised at any other thought. Then he shrugged and gave her the bag.

“What is it?”

“Something for you. And you’d better thank me for it, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Even though it’s your money.”

“You used my money for something so silly?”

It was a large absence, she thought, to be away from all her friends and her warm bed and her comfortable room. When she dug into the bag, she found a cheap teddy bear. Despite her loud berates, she slept with it secretly cradled in her arms that night.

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