Midnight Rain - Blog Posts
#MADLYN: midnight rain x daylight
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story 1: midnight rain
midnight: it was a noun to some, simply meaning the middle period of night. but to a little girl, it was her mother's hero name.
gifted a strong quirk hailing from her father's side, and a stronger personality from midnight herself, that little girl grows into the strongest storms you pray to only see in your nightmares.
and yet, like both her parents, she looks like a daydream all the same.
though, it didn’t start out like that; in fact, at the start, nemuri wasn’t sure if she even could raise a child herself.
and she couldn’t.
but with the help of her two well-meaning, slightly idiotic friends, the task seemed just a bit less daunting.
story 2: cowboy like me
a young con artist, the best of her kind, gets a job when a fellow con man introduces her to a villain in need of her deception skills.
the job requirements? infiltrate UA and weasel her way into shoto todoroki—as well as his family's—life.
for a year and a half.
it was a long con, and she was never a fan of those. especially when the chances of being caught by the number two hero were astronomically high.
but when the criminal dropped a stolen and stuffed moneybag at her feet? of course he became her newest employer.
the girl may as well have been walking into a burning lions den. still, she’d obviously bring her A-game and not rest until every last one of them was completely fooled.
forever is the sweetest con, right?
story 3: clara bow
the general public had their doubts about the H.P.S.C. and a small few had the guts to voice it. one day, the words caught flame and began to negatively sway opinions of the organization.
the president knew she had to act quickly to maintain their pristine image of innocence. and what better way to convey that, than with a bright-eyed poster child?
now, she wouldn't use hawks for this; his big hero debut was already scheduled for his eighteenth birthday.
instead, enter project: poseidon.
it all started with the adoption of a five year old who gained her quirk and lost her father—a dear member of the H.P.S.C.—in the same night. what seemed like kindness, was only twisted preservation of the status quo.
but hey, what do you know? the media is a sorry sucker for motherly madam president and her abundant, charitable heart.
the whole country watched the young profitable girl at the woman’s side, raised in the dazzling, blinding spotlight.
and wow.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
AND THAT'S THE NEW IDEASSSS !! >:3
yes they're all taylor themed, sorry if you don't like her, but i'll respect those opinions. pls show the same courtesy, otherwiseeee
*cutely blocks you ! ☆〜 (ゝ。∂)*
ANYWAYS LMK IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE ONE THAT YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF !! IT WOULD HELP ME KNOW WHAT TO POST FIRST BC I'M INDECISIVE AS HECKKKK :)))
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MACDENNIS : Midnight Rain
forgotten memoirs
part 3/4 of mourning your reciprocation
a quiet night, you and i, a spontaneous kiss to your cheek, and a cloudy sky. that was how it started.
the grey clouds were threatening to burst into showers of salty raindrops, but you didn’t seem to care, turning your back to me in favour of kicking something that sounded clinking like rocks and bits of concrete. i was a little worried that you felt uncomfortable at the sudden show of affection and debated loitering around a bit longer, but right now, i could feel a humid air in our surroundings, indicating looming rain.
“let’s take cover, quickly.”
i ushered, as my hand navigated to grab your other wrist that wasn’t buried in your pocket. i tried to drag you forward to what i assumed was the dimmed, blue light in a hazy fog that belonged to a convenience store, but when you spun around and faced me, you grounded your feet still, staying stubbornly in place. with frustration that probably adorned a frown on my features, i looked straight in your eyes. your eyes had never been short of hypnotic every time they looked at me because they provided answers that i seek, comforted my soul and communicated volumes even as your pretty lips stilled. they did none of those this time, except reflecting my frustrated face that i could clearly see, strangely so, even in the fog. i ignored the growing ire in my stomach in realisation that maybe i didn’t know you as well as i thought. i lowered my head, suddenly finding interest in your shoelaces. an unsure silence stretched between us until i was no longer able to stand your burning gaze on the back of my head. i muttered weakly:
“we’ll catch a cold.”
your cold hand cupped over the side of my cheek, slightly tilting my face upwards. it was my turn at being stubborn, keeping my head low enough so as to not meet your gaze. i guess i just wanted to sulk a little over the confusion in my heart - i still couldn't wrap my head around your actions. were they green signals for our relationship to bloom into an intimacy as romantic as a red rose, or was it merely my fantasies messing with my consciousness that could no longer differentiate what was real and what wasn't?
“i'm not that fragile, and besides, i'd have you by my side even if i fell sick enough that i couldn't think, right?"
your words rolled off your tongue onto mine a honeyed texture i couldn't get enough of, almost like a drug with stirred questions as its side effects. it wasn't just your words, no, because right after that, you snaked your hand around my head and pressed on its back so i could rest my forehead on your damp shoulder. oh. i was too focused on you that it had started to rain without my notice. the rain be damned if it could stop us from being so close to each other like this. plus, the reassuring way your hand patted my head gently emboldened me, telling me you wouldn't pull me away. so i blurted without thinking:
"please be mine."
too tired for regrets, my eardrums practically blurred out at that moment like a subconscious defense mechanism to block out any rejection that i'd rather die from embarrassment than to hear from you. it seemed like time had stopped, had really frozen each raindrop that rolled down the tips of my twitching fingers and solidified the air between us to frosted ice.
a beat of my heart. a shaky exhale from me, from you or from both of us, i didn't know. but that didn't matter, like how insignificantly heavy the rain was, weightless, in contrast to those words you uttered, thick and dripping with sugary honey, an endearing promise i longed for:
"i'm yours."
i could breathe again.
Those who were sunshine and then became midnight rain are finding daylight.