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oriigirii · 3 years

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Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

#Obey me #obey me fanfics #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me Mammon x reader #obey me Lucifer x reader #Obey me Leviathan x reader #obey me headcannons #obey me shall we date

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staytiny-present · 3 years

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Ateez Coraline!au

DUDE I’M DONE WITH SCHOOL WHICH MEANS I CAN WRITE MORE YAYYYY!

anyway, this is meant to be a little headcanon thing for a series i’ve been planning that is, obviously, based on the movie coraline. it’ll be a reader insert for you to enjoy as well :) this is basically a “ateez as characters in coraline,” but my plan is to still make them unique to the story. i hope you like this!

warnings: this does not match at all swearing, angsty situations, borderline crack (you’ll see), i think i make one sex joke, allusions to depression - PLEASE take caution when you read yunho’s part. i don’t think i go into any specifics, but his gets serious that i just want you to be aware

Reader’s backstory: you’ve lived with your grandmother who owns the pink palace apartments since you were a teenager so you can help her out as she gets older. the pink palace isn’t the most well-known, but it’s gotten a pretty negative rap since the disappearance of your best friend in high school. it’s hard living there still, but you know your grandma needs the support. you know nearly all of the ins and outs of the place, and all of the tenants adore both you and your grandma

Wooyoung and Yeosang ~ Spink and Forcible

tell me i’m wrong

that’s right you can’t

they’ve been friends for years and bicker and tease each other like they’re married and still love and support each other? yeah

wooyoung and yeosang are childhood friends

they mostly did dance in high school but they were also in theater, and they were kinda well known for being The Best™

they were recruited to join a lot of teams and a lot of colleges wanted them because they were just??? amazing??? how tf??

so yeah they earned a lot of recognition in high school that honestly got them really famous from when they were 16 onward

it’s been a few years since then and so the hype around them has definitely died down but we’ll get to that

they are currently still working on stuff in regards to dancing and acting

they’re technically in college too, but they do online classes so they can stay at home and work on their shows

wooyoung is the idealist while yeosang is the realist

like i said, they act like an old married couple always bickering and fighting but they really do love each other

ride or die best friends dude

it’s just that they say they’ll do certain things or are planning things soon and it just… doesn’t happen

that’s mostly idealist woo talking before yeosang can reign him in

so for years it’s been a lot of empty promises of new work that many people just stopped expecting things from them

and because of that they’ve past their peak and are basically just in limbo before they are actually able to make/perform their next show or something like that

they rent the basement apartment of the pink palace, and they’ve technically lived in there the longest actually

growing up, both of their families lived there so that was how they met and became the best of friends :)

they didn’t want to leave either but they had to for a couple years

but at least they stayed together :)

their families moved back when the boys were about a year into high school just because the old woman who owns the place is a gem and the city had a great school for them to go to

while they were living there though a boy around their age went missing, and it basically convinced their families that they should move out

wooyoung and yeosang were very adamant about staying, so their families told them you’re either moving away with us or finding a way to pay for the apartment yourselves

so the next day wooyoung and yeosang went out and found themselves some jobs so that they could

it upset their parents sure, but they were also kinda proud that they took so much initiative about this - they knew they would succeed in life

it also factored into why grandma let them stay because she knew the same thing

the sweet woman even said she would help them out from time to time :(

then cue the next 3-4 years where woo and yeo are making a bunch of money with their dances teams and performing in shows

they’ve gotten a good amount of money over the years that they’ve been able to renovate the basement so that it’s really nice

now they have posters of their “golden years” (as wooyoung says) from high school and their first years of college all around their place

they have a dog and have been seriously considering getting more because he’s getting kind of old :(

they don’t really get out much bc they are constantly trying to plan and work on their shows, but it’s fine because there’s nothing really close to the pink palace :/ the closest city where they went to school is quite the commute

but because of all this - the empty promises, the lack of activity, the radio silence - no one really takes them seriously anymore, and really people just stopped believing in them

it’s a major factor in their motivation and work ethic, but they try their hardest not to let it deter them from what they want to do in life

Mingi, San, and Jongho ~ The Amazing Bobinsky

trust me here ok?

mingi, san, and jongho start their own circus right out of high school

hear me out

the boys all went to high school together, but jongho is a year younger than them so they all graduated at different times

however they had a lot of classes together because they didn’t really care much about school and it reflected on their academics

so they were put in a lot of lower classes together that they all did well in, they just didn’t care about school

their circus started out as a joke honestly

it was probably edgy teen jongho who was like “ugh i hate school i should just drop out and join the circus”

and it became a running joke between them like haha yeah let’s join the circus, who would we all be tho?

mingi and san were both very adamant that jongho would be the strongman what with all his fruit breaking endeavors and the buff buff arms dude

san did martial arts and liked dancing and was very flexible so he was like ayy i’ll be the acrobat

it took them a while to decide what mingi would be because they were like “huh well what about the lion tamer?” “you know how much of a fraidy cat he is?” “ok well what about a trapeze artist?” “he’s a great dancer and flexible sure, but would he ever be able to have that kind of coordination?” “ok fine then what about a clown?” “fuck you guys”

they chose sword swallower mostly because like??? how does it work?? idk mingi should find out

and yeah for a while it was a running joke between all of them like yeah we’re gonna drop out of school and join the circus lol

but then come mingi and san’s senior year and they were like… hang on

could… could we actually do this? it sounds fun as hell

it went as far as them all researching circuses in their spare time and income and how to go about joining one

and it ended with them not wanting to live the lifestyle of a traveling circus

sure it sounded cool as fuck, but while they were somewhat willing to live with those conditions, they weren’t willing enough

so the next best thing for them would be to start their own circus

of course, how do you tell your parents that what you want to be when you grow up is a circus performer?

the answer: you don’t

whenever they were asked things likes “oh what do you want to do in college?” they all just kinda passed it off as they didn’t know, but in reality they didn’t really have any desire to go to college

you don’t need a degree to start a circus, so they didn’t really want to

once mingi and san graduated, they immediately started looking for affordable apartments where they could do their thing - start their circus

in all honesty they started looking before they graduated too, partially since they would be moving out after hs but also because they just felt better about not living with their parents

they had seen the pink palace in the newspaper a lot with a vacant attic apartment, and basically since they found out about it they were sold on it

a weird place in the middle of nowhere run by a woman who doesn’t mind housing younger people? perfect

they actually met her before they graduated so they could see about renting the apartment sooner or later

grandma all but told them it was there’s once she met the boys, and she understands that when they are finally able to start living there they will be pretty tight on money, so she doesn’t even make them pay the down payment - she does that herself and holds the apartment for them

because let’s face it: the pink palace isn’t very big,, it already has a good amount of people living there,,, how many people are actually gonna consider moving to the middle of nowhere to actually live there?

plus she likes these three boys, so she wants to help them as much as she can

so yeah once mingi and san graduate, they are basically ready to move into the pink palace

but this is technically after that boy went missing and after the case turned cold, so grandma doesn’t want to rent to anyone new

but she already assured the boys that the attic was theirs, and she’s not about to break that promise

so before giving the boys the keys she gives them the lowdown of what’s been going on and what will happen in the future

they know the boy went missing, but she explains to them all that happened and that it gives the pink palace a bad rap (even though she hardly cares about that), so she wouldn’t normally be doing something like this but they will be the last people she lets rent from her

and they don’t completely understand because they have no idea what this has been doing to the poor old woman, but they understand enough and are grateful for her that she’s still letting them live there

they decide then that it would be better for jongho to start living with them now even before he’s graduated just so it’s less of a change for grandma in the future

which jongho is totally okay with because he honestly would rather live with them anyway

but uh yeah mingi, san, and jongho are the last ones to start renting at the pink palace for a long while

they split rent three ways so that it’s less burdensome on them, and they all have jobs so that they can afford it

mingi and san work full time while jongho has a part time job while he finishes school

but full time they are all preparing and planning their circus!!

takes a lot of throat training for mingi 😏 since he is literally putting swords down his throat, and he started this basically right when they decided their circus was going to be real

san and jongho have advantages because they already have some skill in their areas, but that doesn’t mean they don’t train

san still takes martial arts and dance, and he’s even signed up for gymnastics to help him with his flexibility

jongho basically spends all of his spare times working out (mostly lifting weights) so that he can really be strong

but also jongho has a thing for rats/mice and is like “hey,, why don’t we use them for something so that it’s not just us?”

and the boys lowkey are like wtf dude why but then again who are they to shut down his ideas when they are literally starting a circus?

so they’re like fine but that’s on you to decide how to do that and to plan the act

jongho: yessss ratssss

also jongho: NO they’re not RATS they’re MICE these are MICE THANK YOU

this is the “jumping mice” aspect of the coraline movie with bobinsky just fyi

a lot of jongho’s time in school is spent in the science and psychology departments talking to teachers about animals (specifically rats/mice) and how to train and work with them

the teachers are all kinda like… what? but also they are just happy that jongho is interested in something enough to come to the teachers and ask questions and apply himself

lmao it’s not for school tho

so he learns a lot of this information at school and honestly this might be the only thing he learns at school because soon enough he’s graduating with a bunch of knowledge on how to work with and train animals

once out of high school he starts working full time too so that money and rent is even easier

all of their extra money that isn’t toward rent and bills and groceries go to their circus

they hardly ever buy new clothes unless it’s something for their circus

also the boys had to go to grandma to ask if they could house mice in their apartment, and while it was a hard no (unless they were trained and wouldn’t cause trouble), jongho still smuggled them in

grandma knows about it too (bc she knows everything that goes on for the most part lmao) but she doesn’t say anything because they don’t cause trouble and she likes the boys

the day one of them gets loose and starts terrorizing and infesting the pink palace is the day she intervenes and tells them to get rid of them

but jongho is actually really good at training the mice so it’s fine

my point surrounding all of this is to say that mingi, san, and jongho are in the long and arduous stage of their lives and their circus of planning and preparing everything

they only make so much money and have so many resources that setting up their circus and doing everything to prepare is going to take a long time before they can actually open and show people what they’ve been working on

they’ve been doing it for a few years now and they’ve still hardly made a dent

they have to train and perfect their acts sure, but they also have to do all of the logistical stuff like advertising, selling tickets, finding venues, paying for safety and legal stuff, etc.

and these boys are only in their early 20s, so it’s gonna take a while before they can actually open their circus

but they are determined and passionate, so if this is what they have to do then they will happily do it

Yunho ~ The Ghost Children

oh god this is gonna start getting serious i’m sorry

in case you can’t tell, yunho is the boy that goes missing from the pink palace

he and his family lived in the pink palace from when he was pretty young until he was in high school

he was also really good friends with wooyoung and yeosang because they were all the same age

however he was... not happy

he always worked his ass off dancing because that’s what he wanted to do, but it meant his grades in school tanked

this would obviously be worrying to some parents, and his gave him an ultimatum

either get your grades up and start taking school seriously, or you’re not going to be allowed to continue your dance lessons

the answer was clear to yunho, so he told his dance teacher that he would be taking a break for a bit so he can focus on school

everything was fine until he realized his parents had zero intentions of letting him go back anyway

he didn’t understand,, his grades were getting better so why couldn’t he go back?

to put it plainly, his parents said this:

“what kind of career could you make out of dance? you’ll never succeed”

it was crushing

it was then that yunho realized that his own parents didn’t care about what he wanted and was passionate about

he didn’t think they ever would either, so he just sort of... stopped believing in them

it wasn’t all bad because he had his closest friends and grandma (who treated him like her own grandson)

but he had some pretty bad days that made the happy and energetic boy almost completely unrecognizable

he would look at wooyoung and yeosang and see how successful they were despite still being in school

he would see how their talent was rightfully recognized and sought after

and he would get down on himself, thinking how he wanted the same thing but fearing no one would see him

that’s why he worked hard at everything he did, why his motivation plummeted, and why he nearly wore himself out before even graduating

but one day he started acting strange

everyone noticed how a switch seemed to flip in him

that excited glimmer was back in his eyes, and no one knew why

don’t get me wrong, everyone was so happy to see the smiley yunho was back, but everyone wanted to know what happened

but he hardly made any sense when he told them

he supposedly found a place in the pink palace where he could do what he wanted, but whenever he tried showing anyone he couldn’t? the door was bricked up

everyone started thinking he made it up, that the stress was finally getting to him and he dreamt up a place like this so he wouldn’t lose his mind

that glimmer was gone again, and he stopped trying to talk to people

in fact, he closed himself off from everyone

the day he went missing was the scariest day for everyone in the pink palace

everyone was devastated, but it completely changed his parents

grandma advised them to move out while the police investigated, but they refused despite how hard it was

but after a year the case became cold

no one could find yunho nor could anyone figure out what happened to him

he just disappeared without a trace

his parents still tried to stay though because they needed to find out what happened to their son

but they couldn’t. no one could

it wasn’t long before they too found it best that they move out of the pink palace

it was just too painful

that was the last time grandma ever rented to anyone new, so the apartment became completely vacant for years

even after they left, no one was able to figure out what happened to yunho

Seonghwa ~ The Black Cat

geomeun goyangi nero nero nero

uhhhh yeah seonghwa’s a cat lmao

he’s not owned by anyone and doesn’t have a collar or anything

he’s a stray that has been around for a while

he showed up pretty soon after yunho started distancing himself from people, but not soon enough for people to think that he’s an omen or something

and he’s not exactly

idk really how to explain it so i won’t lmao

he just sort of became the pink palace’s cat???

grandma takes responsibility for him though and makes sure he’s fed and has a place to rest and play if he ever feels like it

which is nice and all but he doesn’t?? do any of those things?

he comes and goes a lot sure,,, no one really knows where he goes but they know he’ll be back

but when he hangs out around the pink palace? he just... wanders?

it’s hard to explain but it’s almost like he is surveying the domain, like he’s searching for something wrong

he’s a weird cat

not only that though, but he doesn’t eat? or sleep? at all???

at least no one ever sees him sleeping or eating

he’s always getting into shit tho, like he’s always there when you don’t want him to be

there have been many times wooyoung has kicked him out of the apartment because the dogs hate him

mingi and san also try to keep him out because of jongho and his rats mice, but honestly jongho is pretty cool with him

because he doesn’t do anything to the mice? he literally just sits there and watches with wide and curious eyes

sure jongho worries about hwa one day stealing one of his mice for grandma to see so that she can make him get rid of them or kick them out but that’s not going to happen right?

hwa is chill tho, so jongho is chill

the cat would follow yunho around a lot, and a lot of times they were seen curled up together

yunho would be taking a nap the poor boy but hwa wouldn’t

he would just be there to comfort him :(

honestly he liked yunho and his best friend the most and everyone could tell jongho was a close second tho

they all came to start calling him mars instead of The Cat™ since they didn’t know his name

they still call him The Cat™ when he pisses them off but i digress

despite how fucking weird he is though, everyone at the pink palace basically loves him

he’s just Their Cat™ ok?

sure he might be annoying and shifty, or he might be haunted, or he might even be immortal

he’s a really weird cat dude

but he’s part of the family,, they gotta love him

Hongjoong ~ Coraline

curtesy of inception era hongjoong

so joong is our main man here

at first he had no relation to the pink palace whatsoever,, he had never even heard of it

he lived with a friend in a fairly large city before and it was fine and all but WOW was it expensive

and it was honestly very stifling to hongjoong,,, he couldn’t really do everything he wanted to do there

he found the pink palace by accident

he was searching up affordable apartments to live in places that have good weather and conditions for gardening

let me explain though

hongjoong is in his downward stretch of college for a journalism degree, but he’s taking online classes with his move so that he can focus on that and working

he wants to work in gardening and writing, but he also really just wants to make stuff

his realistic plan is to work in journalism and write for like a gardening magazine or journal while gardening as a “side project” or something (like coraline’s parents do)

did somebody say florist joong? because i did

the dream job though would be to work in song writing or fashion or something artistic like that

he likes painting and making/customizing clothes so he would like to be able to make a career out of that

his goal is to eventually make his own business or store where he makes and sells affordable and sustainable clothes and accessories

he’s going for a degree in journalism with a minor in business, but he has been struggling with both so he has been debating dropping business

arguably it would be better for him to stick with business but most people in his life have told him he’s better in journalism and so he keeps at that mostly

he feels unfulfilled - he wants to plant a garden, he wants to make and alter clothes customly, he wants to make music

but he isn’t able to do any of that because what are the odds any of that ends up working as a career?

it might work for a little while but in the future he would technically be a small business, and maintaining a small business is difficult

at least with writing and working for a magazine/journal is stable

however it’s not what he’s most passionate about, thus he finds it hard to have motivation to work

he feels like a zombie going through his days the same as the last, just trying to get through school before he gets a 9-5 job that he’ll hate within a year (if that) doing something he doesn’t want to do

but hey, that’s adult life, isn’t it?

he doesn’t like to complain and feels guilty when he is ungrateful for his circumstances because he knows plenty of people (his parents included) that went down this route who ended up fine, which means he will too

the one person who always told him to go after what he wanted was his mom even though she technically “settled” in life

holy shit did i digress

but yeah in his search for an affordable place to live with good weather, there wasn’t a lot

but he also wanted a drastic change from what he was used to, and that was the pink palace

it was practically in the middle of nowhere, and the pictures (while pretty dull) showed potential for a great garden

it was perfect

however

it was a hard no from grandma when he called about possibly renting, so he wasn’t expecting her to call him back at all

grandma didn’t want to risk anything because of what happened with yunho

but with some convincing, she realized that she couldn’t keep holding on

while what happened was horrible, there was nothing that could be done as sad as it was

so she called hongjoong back about when the best time to come look at the pink palace would be

and the rest is history

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Proposal HS

Requested by Anon: Can you write a Han Solo x Reader oneshot, where he tries to propose to Reader but he always gets interrupted or one of them gets called away... when he finally decides to propose to the Reader during their shootout with the Droids?

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. Here’s my gift to you. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, well, here’s a late Hanukkah gift/an early Kwanzaa gift.

Warning: Cursing

You walked down the hallways of the new Rebel base on Hoth. You were freezing all the time and just miserable. Fortunately for you, your boyfriend was usually there to keep you warm, but he had been acting weird around you. Whenever you got close, he’d immediately end conversations with Chewie or Luke. You also noticed that Luke and Chewie were giving you weird looks that you couldn’t decipher. And on top of that weirdness, you were living on a rebel base, so there wasn’t exactly much time to cuddle.

As you turned a corner, your boyfriend appeared. “Hey, Y/N!” he said brightly. He was never this happy. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ you asked yourself. “Can you come with me?” he asked, placing a hand on your back while leading you away from your intended destination.

“If it’s quick. I have to check on Luke,” you said.

“Oh trust me, after this, you’re not going to want to do any work,” Han said cheekily.

You gave him a quizzical look. “What does tha-” you were interrupted by another medic.

“Y/N! Leia is requesting an update on Luke,” he shouted urgently.

“I’ll be right there!” you called. “I have to…” you said, trailing off.

“I know, it’s okay. Go, I’ll tell you later,” Han gave in.

“Thank you,” you smiled, standing on your toes to peck his cheek.

Han sighed, watching you go. Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he felt the ring he had managed to get for you. For once in his life he didn’t steal it or win it in a gamble. He actually bought a ring for you. Dejected, he made his way to the hangars where Chewie was working on the Falcon. “Did you chicken out?” Chewie asked.

“No,” Han said, irritated, “she got called in to help Luke.”

“You’re never going to propose to her,” Chewie teased.

“Shut up, yes I am. I just need the right timing.”

The next time you were actually with Han was when you were desperately trying to escape the Imperial Fleet, which was on your tail after they found your base. You escaped through an asteroid field; you clutching onto the seat the entire time, willing Han not to crash. Now you were at Lightspeed and all was calm. You were in your and Han’s quarters when he entered. “Can I come in?” he asked, standing at the door.

“Well, obviously,” you joked. He sat down next to you on the bed. You turned to kiss him sweetly. When you did pull away you said, “I’m really glad you didn’t crash us into a rock.”

Han laughed, “Well, I am the best,” he reasoned, pulling you into yet another kiss. “Look, I wanted to tell you something, er-” he stuttered, “I guess ask you something.” You turned your body to fully look at him, a little concerned. “Will,” he began, but he was cut off by the shudder of the ship.

“What the hell was that?” you asked when there was a lull in the shaking, but it soon picked up again.

“That damn hyperdrive,” Han cursed. “Wait here, I’ll fix it,” he kissed your forehead once again before making his way out of the room. You waited for forever, holding onto the bed bolted to the wall for dear life.

After finally fixing the hyperdrive with the help of an old friend, Han was exhausted. The stress of the ship’s condition was big enough, but on top of that he was trying to propose to the love of his life and he was deathly afraid that he’d be rejected. He threw off his vest to the chair next to him and flopped down at the new rebel base. When the wookie made its way in, he picked up the vest to throw off the chair until he felt the ring inside. “You still haven’t proposed?” Chewie growled at his friend.

“There hasn’t exactly been a good time!” Han defended. “First she had to go help Luke and Leia, and then the ship started losing its mind because of you!” Han accused.

“Why is it my fault? You’re the one who wanted me to work on the ship!” Chewie rebutted.

This went on for a while, only to be interrupted by you, bursting through the, thankfully for Han, sealed door. “I don’t care what the hell you’re arguing about, but we’re being attacked by stormtroopers!” you yelled before tossing a blaster to your boyfriend.

Before you could run back out of the room, Han got a hold of your waist. He wrapped his arm around you and then leaned in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away slightly, his nose brushing yours. “God, you’re so hot like this,” he smirked.

You blushed slightly until Han pushed his lips back onto yours. Chewie’s noise of disgust soon interrupted your kiss. He hadn’t been able to leave the room as you and Han were blocking the doorway. You regained your senses, pulling away with a blush before turning to run out of the base to where the fighting was happening. Han made his way outside with you, each of you covering and protecting one another.

All was going well until you and Han got pinned down by a group of Stormtroopers firing. “Damnit, we’re trapped,” you cursed, pressing your back to the fallen log that was protecting you and Han.

“Fuck it,” Han cursed under his breath. “Y/N, we might not get out of this alive, so I’ll ask right now. You know how I’ve been acting weird lately and keep saying that I have something to ask you?” You nodded before he continued. “Well, it’s kind of big, so I’ll just say it. Y/N, I love you so much and I want to know that you’ll always be with me. So, Y/N M/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You were shocked and astounded. With all the awkwardness you had assumed he was trying to break up with you but couldn’t figure out how to. “Yes. I love you Han, yes!” you said excitedly.

Han’s face broke out into a smile and from his sitting position, he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you into his lap. His lips pressed themselves against yours. You allowed yourself to enjoy the kiss, thinking it would be your final moment alive when you heard Luke’s voice. “Get down!”

You didn’t know exactly what was happening, but fortunately Han knew because he tugged you to the ground. He rolled the both of you over so his body was shielding you from the hail of lasers firing at each side. Finally, the firing stopped coming from the Stormtrooper side, all of them either lying dead or fleeing.

Once it was safe to get up, you pushed Han off of you, jumping over the log to join the rebels who were chasing the soldiers. Chewie approached Han. “Unbelievable, we get engaged and then she runs off,” Han whines.

“Maybe she’s running away from you,” Chewie joked.

“Shut up,” Han hit his friend’s arm.

When you did finally return to base, Han all too eagerly swept you in his arms. “I was beginning to think you just didn’t want to marry me, so you left,” he half-joked.

“Never,” you promised.

“I have something for you,” he said, pulling away. He reached into the pocket of his vest, pulling out a silver ring, a delicate diamond placed on it. “It’s not much but-”

“I love it,” you cut him off. He placed it on your finger, once again wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing you. As you kissed your fiancé, a thought occurred. Pulling your lips away, you asked, “You didn’t steal this from some poor woman, did you?”

“No, I bought it. You’re worth much more than some stolen piece of jewelry,” he assured you. You smiled, once again returning your lips to his. You both smiled into the kiss, enjoying the bliss of your love.

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salexectrian-heir · 3 years

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messages from last night update

chapter below the cut | ao3 link

✧ Oracle ✧

SEPT 1ST 4:57 AM

[Joker] Hi

[Joker] Story time

[✧ Oracle ✧] i see yusuke returned ur phone

[Joker] Aha, yeah. After swearing on my life I would not make any more poor life choices

[Joker] I assume that was your doing

[✧ Oracle ✧] ur welcome

[Joker] Hmm well I might not have sworn hard enough

[✧ Oracle ✧] ???

[Joker] bet you 500 yen you can’t guess where I woke up this morning (without hacking my location)

[✧ Oracle ✧] oh god akira… jail?

[✧ Oracle ✧] again??!

[Joker] No

[Joker] Better

[✧ Oracle ✧] !!?

[Joker] On the catwalk of the auditorium

[✧ Oracle ✧] BRUH

[✧ Oracle ✧] didnt yusuke like walk u home???

[Joker] He did

[Joker] I just didn’t stay home after

[✧ Oracle ✧] (-_-;)・・・

[✧ Oracle ✧] but don’t they lock up the buildings at night….

[Joker] ...

[✧ Oracle ✧] also i’m p sure catwalks are at least fifteen meters in the air??

[Joker] ...

[Joker] I am surprisingly still very dexterous while intoxicated

[✧ Oracle ✧] o m g

[✧ Oracle ✧] what possessed u to sneak out of the dorm, pick a lock, scale scaffolding, and fall asleep on a metal beam is / literally / beyond me

[Joker] Me too, It's all very...fuzzy after getting back to the dorms

[Joker] Maybe I was a cat in a past life

[✧ Oracle ✧] cat!kira

[✧ Oracle ✧] congrats u now have a fursona to add to your growing list of ‘sonas

[Joker] Cat!kira go prrr?

[✧ Oracle ✧] HAHAH a self-drag?

[✧ Oracle ✧] Someone truly is hungover and regretting his life choices

[Joker] Jokes aside, all that flexibility training I did in hs apparently paid off

[Joker] I have no new bruises or injuries that I am aware of so I made it up in one piece. Somehow.

[✧ Oracle ✧] wait hold up I thot all that “training” u’d say u were doing was just like horny akira code for “going to mess around with Sumi after school”

[✧ Oracle ✧] don’t tell me u actually were doing gymnastics with her that whole time

[Joker] Okay

[✧ Oracle ✧] ????

[Joker] You literally just told me not to tell you

[✧ Oracle ✧] but was i right?! i NEED to kno if i was right

[Joker] Haha yes and no

[Joker] We did both

[Joker] is typing...

[✧ Oracle ✧] oKAY OKAY OKAY NO DETAILS (SAVE THOSE FOR ANN)

[✧ Oracle ✧] JUST CONFIRMATION THANK U next

[Joker] You have written fanfic more explicit than anything I could ever tell you I’ve done, AND I PROOF READ IT FOR YOU

[✧ Oracle ✧] ヽ(•//д//•)ノ [ok true]

[✧ Oracle ✧] but

[✧ Oracle ✧] ヽ(•̀//д//•́)ノ

[Joker] Ik Ik, I’m teasing. I won’t corrupt your virginal ears

[✧ Oracle ✧] /anyway/ people r gonna be mad jealous when they find out u dated an olympic gymnast

[Joker] She wasn’t one when we dated though so technically I didn’t

[Joker] She found out she qualified shortly before we went back to being just friends

[Joker] I think we’re both much happier this way

[✧ Oracle ✧] Obviously. you still talk to her??

[Joker] Yeah

[Joker] We caught up before the semester started

[Joker] She said she was nervous, but that’s to be expected when you’re on the global stage. Aside from that she’s fitting in really well with her new teammates. She just wishes Kasumi could have been a part of it

[✧ Oracle ✧] </3

[Joker] Yeah :( </3

[Joker] But she’s good

[Joker] Still calls me senpai though...which idk how to feel about that

[✧ Oracle ✧] lol its ~cute~

[Joker] Hmm leaning towards don’t think so

[✧ Oracle ✧] “oh ~senpai~ you’ll still watch me compete in the olympics on TV right?”

[Joker] ...did you listen in on the call

[✧ Oracle ✧] no

[Joker] “no,” she lied like a liar (I know you still have my phone bugged damn it)

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1ST 5:01 AM

[✧ Oracle ✧] *kicks down the door to the thieves den*

[✧ Oracle ✧] INARI U FAILED

[✧ Oracle ✧] GUESS WHERE AKIRA IS

[✧ Oracle ✧] (hint: not where he’s supposed 2 be)

[Fox] Preposterous! He was safely returned to his dorm room. I personally put him to bed.

[Panther] you stayed over in their dorm room Fox… isn’t he in there w/you??

[Fox] is typing...

[Fox] Ah. It appears that I am in his bed and Akira is indeed missing. I was on the floor when we went to sleep. I have no recollection of this transfer.

[Fox] I have awoken Ryuji but all he has done is throw his possessions at me in an attempt to silence my “pestering” so I do not think he will be of any help in this situation.

[Joker] Don’t bother with him Fox. He isn’t responsive until at least 9am after a night out.

[Joker] Also, why aren’t the rest of you sleeping?

[Panther] Joker! you’re alive!!! are you okay???????

[Joker] Define okay

[✧ Oracle ✧] *cackles*

[Panther] where are you?!?

[Joker] You aren’t going to guess?

[Panther] jail?

[Fox] Please let it not be true your detective arrested you last night, and you are suffering in incarceration as we type.

[Joker] Why is jail everyone’s first guess? I was only arrested once!

[Joker] Fuck

[Joker] Also, he is not “my” detective

[Fox] is typing…

[✧ Oracle ✧] u sure about that

[Joker] Oh no

[✧ Oracle ✧] pls reread our messages from last night

[Joker] Oh GOD

[✧ Oracle ✧] *cackles louder*

[✧ Oracle ✧] i can’t wait to hear what inari is about to dish out

[Panther] wait what did akira say to you @ ✧ Oracle ✧?!

[Joker] Futaba please *softly* don’t

[Fox] Last night I had to relieve you of your phone before you texted the detective prince incriminating evidence of your state of inebriation and infatuation. You were adamant that you had to send him a picture of a cat as a token of your feelings, which I objected as the image you selected was not flattering of the cat. I may have just met you a few days ago, so please tell me if I am overstepping my bounds, but I do not think sending hideous pictures of cats is a wise way of winning over this man’s affections.

[✧ Oracle ✧] pls show us the picture he wanted to send

[Fox]

[Panther] Hahahah oh akira

[✧ Oracle ✧]

[Joker] …

[Joker] I’ll be staying at this undisclosed location until further notice

[Panther] no Akira!!! seriously where are you??

[Joker] the_view_is_nice.image

[Panther] :O

[Panther] how did you get up that high???

[✧ Oracle ✧] gymnastics training

[Panther] huh? i didn’t know you were a gymnast Akira!!

[✧ Oracle ✧] im sure he’ll tell u all about it now

[Joker] -____-

[Fox] I cannot believe I failed my first mission as the Chosen One.

[✧ Oracle ✧] i can

[Fox] is typing…

[Panther] @ ✧ Oracle ✧!!!!!!

[✧ Oracle ✧] kek

[Fox] I am an utter disgrace to this friendship. How can I even call this a friendship when I have done nothing but leech from the kindness you all have bestowed upon me. How will I ever be able to show my face among you, those whom I have failed. I must atone for the shame I have wrought.

[Joker] You didn’t fail @ Fox, and you are not a disgrace. It was my fault. I was the shitty friend in this situation. I’ll make it up to everyone, and to you Fox. I’ll think of something.

[Fox] Food would suffice.

[Joker] Dinner for a week it is.

[Fox] Delightful!

[Panther] wow he got over that fast

[✧ Oracle ✧] welcome to being friends with Inari, the path of forgiveness is through his stomach

***

✧ Oracle ✧

SEPT 1st 5:07 AM

[Joker] Slight problem

[Joker] I actually have no idea how to get down

[✧ Oracle ✧] u really r part f*cking cat

***

Regrettably, some of his life choices last night did him no favors.

Mistakes had been made. Limits and Lessons had been learned. Unfortunately the hard way.

After miraculously finding a way down off the catwalk without injury into his dorm shower and a fresh set of clothes, Akira managed to show up for his opening shift at Big Bang Blends ten minutes early.

Haru took one look at him when he slinked into the kitchen and immediately said, “Oh dear.”

Akira spun a damp curl around his finger. “That bad, huh?”

“Uhm.” Haru offered him a wobbling, pitiful smile. “You kind of look like how I would imagine a cat that got caught outside in the rain might feel.”

He let out a self-deprecating chuckle and wandered over to the apron rack. “Fair comparison.” Selecting his off its hook, he pulled it over his head. “I’d add on that the cat also got stuck in a tree and developed a splitting migraine.”

“I know just the thing that’ll sort you out!” Haru hovered over to Akira’s side. “Whenever I--” she paused, considering her words with a finger to her lip, “overindulge,” she settled on with a giggle, “I’ll make myself a cup of my special tea. It instantly clears my head and calms my stomach.”

Akira’s stomach rolled unpleasantly. “ Special tea ?”

Haru nodded vigorously. “It works like a charm! And I’m not just saying that because I drink it, I have a friend--well, I might be overstepping if I were to call him that, we aren’t that close,” Haru sighed, “but I make it for him too when he occasionally stumbles in here in a similar state.”

“Do I want to know what’s in it?” he asked hesitantly.

Haru beamed brightly at him. “No.”

Akira groaned.

“I promise it’ll work,” Haru said, wandering out of the kitchen and over to her collection of loose leaf teas that were displayed in clear, sealed jars behind the counter. She called back to him, “You’ll perk up in no time!”

He gave her a weak thumbs up.

Picking up the task list from the side of the walk in freezer, he resigned himself to his fate of ingesting whatever the fuck concotion Haru was going to feed him. It couldn’t have been worse than what he drank last night. In all honesty, he would have been feeling way, way, worse if Yusuke hadn’t convinced him to drink so much water when they got back. Akira would like to think the fact he wasn’t curled up on the floor in the fetal position on the cafe floor was also thanks in part to the Amazake he had chosen to drink the night prior too. But the thought of the non-alcoholic sake made his stomach churn harder so he stopped that train of thought immediately, and focused on setting up the dining area. His head felt like it weighed five pounds heavier than it usually did, which made moving it a bit of a hassle, but he had the opening sheet to finish before the cafe opened and he’d damn himself if he didn’t deliver.

What his stomach did seem safe to think about was luck stats, and that maybe Futaba was onto something when she had made that off hand comment in their chat last night. Akira was incredibly lucky to have landed two bosses ( three if he counted Sojiro but the man was more like a father than he ever was a boss) who cared more about his well being as a person than as a source of cheap labor. Watching Haru make his tea as he flipped chairs down off the tables only amplified his guilt of showing up before her utterly and unmistakably hungover.

Being the sloppy friend did not sit well with Akira.

He swore to himself as he pushed in the last chair he took down that this was the first and last time he ever did anything as stupid and irresponsible as he did last night. Not to mention, his luck wouldn’t last if he kept this up. He’d make it up to everyone somehow, and Haru in particular now. He wouldn’t let his current state impact his work.

And once he stopped feeling like dogshit and could form a coherent argument, he was going to have a long, hard talk with whichever one of his personas decided it would be great fucking idea to drink so much, scale the interior of the theatre, and fall asleep on a steel beam no greater than sixty centimeters in width. Because honestly, what the fuck ?

Even In high school, his “peak stupidity” years, he hadn’t done anything as dumb as this.

Okay, well, that was a lie.

He had done a lot of stupid, often illegal things (see: petty theft, breaking and entering) in high school that to him, had been justified. He was quite gifted at stealing and knew his way around a lock with professional proficiency, and he had gotten away with it unscathed for a very long time.

Except for the whole getting arrested and put on probation thing , which ironically had been for a crime he didn’t actually commit.

“It’s ready!”

“Thanks, Haru.”

Akira swung by the to-go counter reaching for the mystery tea waiting for him and continued on.

After thirty minutes of sipping on whatever miracle cure Haru brewed as he checked off the morning set up tasks, it fucking kicked in. The mind fog and nausea disappeared almost entirely, settling his stomach enough that he was able to keep down some Advil and melon pan with Haru for breakfast. Akira could handle the headache until the medicine took over.

He just couldn’t move too fast or too sudden (Akira was still a little too off balance for that), or turn his neck sharply (thanks to what he had drunkenly decided to use as a pillow the night before). But he powered through it as he set about stocking the various coffee beans in their containers.

The last item on the task sheet they completed together. Prepping the food items for the pastry case with all of the baked goods Haru had made the night before. In addition to mochi, goma dango, and other pastries one would expect to enjoy with tea and coffee, there was always some kind of cake. Meticulously and lovingly decorated, sliced by hand that Haru showcased in her cake display. Today’s selection was a daring one, a pink lemonade cake with delicately applied ombre pink frosting and topped with candied lemon slices that were evenly spaced, each sitting on an artful dollop of whipped white icing.

“Did you want to try a piece, Akira-kun?”

Akira glanced over from where he was sliding a tray of nerikiri into the case. A plate with a modest slice was being extended to him. Eyeing the color up close, his stomach protested. Apparently still a little too hungover to test the limits of his digestive tract with such an extravagant confection.

“It looks amazing, but I think I’ll stick to the melon pan this time Haru.”

“I can always save it for la--”

A sharp series of knocks interrupted their conversation.

From his position squatting on the floor, he checked the time on his phone. There were still five minutes until the cafe officially opened for the day. Haru had warned him there were always a few people who showed up early and failed to read the sign.

“I’ll get it,” Akira sighed, sliding the door of the pastry case shut. “You finish with the cake. I’ll handle our impatient caffeine addict.”

“Oh don’t worry the cake’s all done, I just cut the last slice.” Haru waved Akira off. “I can get him.”

Him?

He hastily straightened up, brushing a few stray sugary crumbs off his apron and immediately looked over at the entrance. Every muscle in his body seized up. Waiting outside the glass doors was one impeccably dressed and restless looking Akechi Goro. Akechi rolled his shoulder, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag while he checked his phone.

The message Akira sent Akechi last night intrusively echoed in his head the moment the former detective looked up and locked eyes with him. Pocketing his phone into his suit jacket (it had to be custom fit, because there was no way it could have cut his figure that well without tailoring), he lifted his chin ever so slightly. Akechi’s expression twisted wickedly into something that short circuited Akira’s brain.

Oh.

Fuck .

A war waged between two primal instincts in Akira’s body at the sight, the overwhelming urge to run in the face of danger clashing with a tidal wave of lust. The rush coursed through his veins, freezing him in place. Much like prey that had been cornered, his heart began to thrash against his ribs.

Akechi’s grin was sharp and salacious, a stark contrast to the innocent and winsome smile that the T.V. ready Prince so often wore. Akira didn’t know him all that well (... yet ), but God , that smile just seemed to suit Akechi so much better.

Akira got to witness this side of Akechi knowing it was reserved for only him for about two whole seconds before Akechi’s face changed, shifting into his composed, manufactured doll-like mask when Haru made it over to let him in.

The transformation gave Akira something pretty close to whiplash.

Really arousing whiplash.

“Good morning Akechi-san,” she greeted him, holding the door open with a warm smile.

“And same to you, Okumura-san,” he returned politely, stepping past her and into the cafe proper. “Pardon my early arrival, I have quite the busy day planned unfortunately and was hoping to get a jump start.” He brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes with a gloved hand. “I hope your morning has been going well.”

“It’s barely started,” Akira muttered, reaching for a to-go cup to start Akechi’s order to busy himself with so he wouldn’t stare at the breathtakingly handsome man in front of him. His heart needed a break already.

Instead of writing Akechi’s name, he doodled a pair of handcuffs with the bold letters A and G within the negative space in each cuff (Akira admired his work for a brief moment and thought Yusuke would be proud). He marked the drink as a caramel latte, recalling what Haru had put down on his cup yesterday. Then proceeded to make a pour over instead.

Haru flipped the sign to open, and then said, “Very well, so far! I tried out a new cake recipe, you have to try it.”

Akechi laughed, and Akira’s stomach clenched--but this time in an all too pleasant way. Akira diverted his attention from grinding the beans for his drink to watch the detective ( Fuck! ) The sound was light and lyrical, and after what Akira witnessed… sounded totally out of place coming out of the same mouth that had held that smug, voracious grin a moment ago.

“As much as I would love to, I must decline. I cannot get into the habit of having cake for breakfast.”

“Then you must take a slice with you!” Haru walked past him and over to her cake display, lifting the glass lid and taking a piece out.

“Alright, if you insist,” Akechi conceded, coming to a stop in front of Akira, who moved on to scooping the grounds into the damp filter. The proximity made it near impossible to keep his eyes off the detective, but Akira somehow managed it, forcing himself to pay attention to his pour.

“Actually, would you mind if I borrowed your barista for a moment, Okumura-san?”

Akira snapped his head up from his preparations and met Akechi’s eyes once more ( God damnit! ). Which was a really dumb idea as a shock of pain spiked down his neck. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop from wincing.

A dangerous glint appeared in that maroon gaze that catapulted Akira’s thundering heart into his throat.

“Is he in trouble?” Haru peered over her shoulder from where she was packing a bright pink slice of cake into a to-go container.

“He might be,” Goro murmured just loud enough for Akira to hear, then broke their eye contact to address Haru, “I assure you, nothing of the sort.” He smiled that infuriatingly fake smile at her, complete with an innocent tilt of his head. “I just need to ask him a few questions, in private.”

Haru shot Akira a questioning stare, Do you need me to say no?

He shrugged nonchalantly, or as nonchalantly as someone who was having a very intense internal meltdown over an insanely attractive man could, and said, “It’s fine, Haru.” He continued to pour the scalding water in a circular motion over the coffee grounds in the filter, doing his best to quiet all the alarm bells in his head.

His response must have come off convincingly enough because Haru nodded and said, “Well, I can’t see why that would be a problem.” She hesitantly returned Akechi’s smile. “But I will need him back in a bit when the morning rush hits.”

“This shouldn’t take too long,” Akechi turned and gestured to a table in the corner of the cafe--far away enough from the counter that Haru couldn’t possibly overhear their conversation. Then under his breath he added, “As long as Kurusu-kun doesn’t resist, that is.”

Akira cleared his throat, willing his throbbing heart to drop back into its cage between his ribs. “Go on, I”ll join you when I’m finished.”

Akechi nodded, leaving the yen for his coffee on the counter and sauntered away. Akira topped off the pour over and transferred the liquid into the to-go cup. On his way around the counter he snagged what was left of his miracle tea and took a swig. He hoped it would replenish his mental reserves to handle the upcoming verbal sparring match he was sure he was about to walk into.

Akechi, in his immaculate glory, was leaning back in his chair languidly with one dark clad leg crossed. He watched Akira closely as he wandered over with their drinks. Akira suddenly felt incredibly out classed and underdressed in his usual cardigan-v neck combo he had going on compared to Akechi’s tan suit jacket and pressed button down shirt.

He slid into the seat opposite Akechi and pushed his coffee across the table. Akechi nodded in thanks and brought it to his lips.

Akira pretended he didn’t watch the way Akechi’s throat moved as he swallowed his first sip.

The detective hummed approvingly. “Black.”

“The way you actually like it,” Akira said with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Is it now,” Akechi chuckled darkly against the lid still pressed to his lips. “Sadly, my coffee preferences are the extent of where your knowledge of me ends.”

In the tenuous silence that descended after that statement, they sipped at their respective drinks. Gazes not once wavering off one another.

“I assume you know why I’m here,” Akechi finally said, cutting the tension.

“When I said ‘come get me ’ I didn’t mean ‘corner me at work ’,” Akira hissed over his cup of miracle tea.

He could think of many other, far more superior places he would have loved to be cornered by Akechi in. But Akira kept that part to himself.

The detective leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. “You do realize if this were a real investigation and I caught you as unaware as you were this morning, you being at work with your Boss present wouldn’t have deterred me.”

Akira stole a glance at Haru, who was busy writing the specials of the day on their blackboard, then drained the rest of his tea.

Akechi followed his gaze and continued on in a saccharine tone that contradicted the alluring smile his mouth had split into again, “But since it’s not, I highly doubt you want an audience for when I bend you over the counter and take what I want from you.”

Akira promptly choked.

Any lingering doubt Akira may have had about Akechi’s preferences evaporated. Akechi knew exactly what he was saying. He had to have, right? There was no heterosexual explanation for that response.

Point to Akechi, he thought, accepting the fact his face was probably as red as the flowering plant hovering three inches above his head.

“How considerate,” Akira managed to rasp once he got his tea to go down his throat correctly. Swallowing burned like a bitch. Now he had to deal with a sore throat on top of the rebellion being staged by his heart and stomach, and the leftover vertigo from his hangover.

“Will you hand it over now?” the detective asked with a hint of sugar coated venom.

“Hate to disappoint, but you’ll be walking away empty handed this morning. I left it in my room.”

Which wasn’t a lie. In his haste to recover from last night’s escapade and get to work on time, he hadn’t thought to grab the handkerchief. The last thing he expected was this.

“I think you’re sending me mixed signals.”.

“Am I?”

“You tell me you want one thing, then act like you didn’t expect it to come to fruition when I follow through on it so I’m curious,” Akechi titled his head and his hair shifted, shining ethereally in the early morning sun streaming through the window. “What is it you really want, Kurusu?”

For you to fuck my brains out, Akira thought. But admitting that so bluntly to Akechi’s face felt like defeat. So, he kept the stupid illusion of their game going and leaned in.

“I want to see if the Detective Prince is really as good at his job as the rumors say he is.” Akira mirrored the detective’s head tilt and offered him a crooked grin. “I won’t be that easy.”

“If you want me to physically remove it from your person, then I must insist from this point forward you carry it with you. If every time I corner you, you… aren’t ready,” Akechi’s smile grew wider, “then doesn’t that defeat the purpose? And unlike you it seems, my time and attention is limited.”

“Rude.” Akira mimicked the detective’s posture, dropping his chin into his palm. “My time is limited too. I just can’t have you stalking me at work. And--” what Akira really meant to say next was , I cannot possibly work and retain my sanity with you watching me like that all the time. But instead said, “--Think of Okumura-san’s business. You’ll scare away her customers.”

Akechi shot him an unimpressed look. “Somehow I highly doubt that.”

Wow. Cocky bastard.

"Well,” Akira said, changing tactics by imbuing a little bit of truth, “I imagine you can relate to not wanting to be distracted at work, with your fans and all.”

“They can be...rather inconvenient at times, yes.” Akechi studied him intently. “Alright then. Let’s make a deal.”

“Making a deal with the enemy? Akechi,” Akira feigned a gasp, “don’t tell me you’re a dirty cop.”

The detective snorted into his coffee. “I’m going to choose not to entertain that comment and suggest we establish some ground rules.”

“I thought rules didn’t exist in investigations,” Akira said mischievously.

“Like I previously stated, good thing this isn’t one, then?”

They shared a private smile.

“I propose this,” Akechi said, straightening up, hands clasped on the table. “From this point on, you will carry it on your person. I will catch you off guard within the next two weeks and take back what is rightfully mine. Our working hours are exempt from this. Obviously, the common spaces in the dormitory will be too by default. Should you ever need me as your RA, that will come first and foremost, I take my duties seriously. As should you. I think you’ll find these terms agreeable and respectful of each other’s time. Unless there are any other locations you want to deem off limits.”

Akira made a show of considering Akechi’s words, tapping a finger against his cheek. This was literally the most drawn out, intellectually charged foreplay Akira had ever engaged in but he couldn’t say it didn’t excite him. In fact, there was something exhilarating about it.

“No. Everywhere else is fair game.”

“Really?” Akechi inquired, grin breaching that rapacious territory again. “Be careful what you agree to, Kurusu.”

Akira shrugged and leaned back.

“So,” Akechi prompted, “you won’t say no, will you?”

Of course he was going to accept. So Akira simply said, “I think I’ll hold on to your handkerchief.” And then held out his hand. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Hah, excellent,” Akechi smiled and shook it firmly. The leather was soft and warm as it dragged against Akira’s palm. “Otherwise, I will be forced to order a room inspection and somehow I doubt that is how you want this to play out.”

“If you are inspecting the room while I’m in it, then I might be.”

Right after the words left his mouth, the logical part of his brain that wasn’t stuck on being hungover and horny on main finally spoke up and reminded him of the very important, expulsion worthy, major cockblock that was currently being housed in his room: Morgana.

But then Akechi’s mouth upturned devilishly, and suddenly Akira decided he’d cross that furry bridge when he got to it.

“Well, then. I must be off. Thank you for the coffee,” Akechi said, dropping Akira’s hand as he stood up. “I have an interview taping in…” he checked his phone and sighed, “just over an hour. Hopefully the trains are on schedule.”

Akira tilted his head. “Still doing those?”

“Yes, keeping up appearances on behalf of the precinct,” Akechi explained, “I may be officially on hiatus as a full time student, but I still pick up cases from time to time. The media wants to know how I balance it all.”

“Ah. Explains the get up.”

Akechi bristled at the comment, his nose wrinkling ( cute! ) and brows drawing down as he straightened his already perfectly straight tie. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Nothing,” Akira teased with a lilt in voice, “It’s nice, maybe a little stuffy.” He deliberately looked Akechi up and down. “But I bet you’d look better out of it, judging by what I saw you wear the last time you showed up here.” He couldn’t fight the coy smile his mouth twisted into even if he tried. “If you’re looking to show off, those shorts from yesterday would do a better job.”

The call out was meant to fluster Akechi, but the detective’s face remained remarkably even toned. Flawless even. Too flawless.

Could he be... he's totally wearing makeup.

Akira lifted a brow pointedly.

That did the trick, earning Akira a heated glare before Akechi turned his head sharply away. The movement roughly shifted the hair around his face, revealing a sliver of skin previously hidden. To Akira’s rapidly dawning delight, the detective’s neck was rapidly turning pink.

“Shut. Up. Kurusu.”

Oh, so Akechi blushes all the way down when he’s flustered. Fascinating. Akira filed the thought away for… later.

For totally innocent purposes.

Totally.

Akira stood up and slipped in front of Akechi, demanding to be looked at. Giddy with his new discovery. “Oh? What’s this? He can dish it out but can’t take it?”

Akechi’s eyes flashed as he brought himself up to his full height, and stepped into Akira’s space. Scowling down the few centimeters he had on him, he forced Akira to take a step back. “You,” he said lowly, continuing to move forward, making Akira walk backwards until his back hit the counter, “are a brat .”

“Just figuring that out now, detective?” Akira smirked. “I thought that was obvious.”

From this close Akira could see just how gorgeous the detective’s eyes truly were. Flecks of light red dotted the center most part of his eyes, giving off the illusion of glittering in the light. He was close enough that if Akira leaned in a fraction more their noses would touch.

A very polite, soft cough came from somewhere on Akira's right.

The detective’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly put space between them again and turned to face Haru, who was standing in between the kitchen and the counter area looking anywhere but at them.

Akira owed her now a second apology.

“I wish both of you a good day,” Akechi gracefully recovered and turned on his heel. He flexed his shoulders as he opened the door but stopped with one foot out the door.

“Oh, and Kurusu-kun?” Akechi turned halfway to face him, “Be sure to check your email this afternoon.”

And then he was gone.

***

It’s Always Snack Time in Tokyo

SEPT 1ST 8:00 AM

[Takuto Maruki] Hello! I was going to wait until I saw you in person, but I can’t resist telling you the good news! I submitted the paperwork to bring on an official research assistant. The chair of the department should grant me an answer by the end of the week. The position is yours once I get the documented approval.

[Takuto Maruki] That is, if you are still interested in conducting research with me like you did over the summer

[Akira Kurusu] I am

[Takuto Maruki] Even more wonderful!

[Akira Kurusu] Won’t it be unethical if you don’t let other people apply for the position though?

[Akira Kurusu] You can’t play favoritism

[Takuto Maruki] I, fortunately, get to make the rules in this situation and I wrote that I could appoint the position to any student that met certain criteria and showed promise in the field

[Akira Kurusu] You literally wrote the position description so that only I fit that criteria, didn’t you

[Takuto Maruki] You would be correct! :D

[Takuto Maruki] So if you’re free and want to get a jump start on assisting, I was hoping to recruit you this upcoming Friday to proctor an exam.

[Akira Kurusu] An exam? The second week of class? Savage Sensei

[Takuto Maruki] It is a 300 level that meets M/W/F so the curriculum moves fast. This cohort in particular is grasping the concepts at a much faster rate than the other two I teach for this course.

[Akira Kurusu] When is it? I open the cafe Friday mornings

[Takuto Maruki] 2pm

[Akira Kurusu] Okay, I can make that work. I’ll be there

[Takuto Maruki] Wonderful! :)

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1st 11:12 AM

[Skull] yo i am not back readin any of that

[Skull] wat did i miss?

✧ Oracle ✧ Changed Skull to Edgelord Can’t Read

[Edgelord Can’t Read] I CAN EFFIN’ READ!!!

[Edgelord Can’t Read] i said i wasn’t gonna, not that i cant big difference

[Edgelord Can’t Read] ur the one who cant read

[✧ Oracle ✧] wow gr8 comeback edgelord im so offended. what r we 7yrs old

[Edgelord Can’t Read] shuddup

***

Gotta Go Fast

SEPT 1st 11:28 AM

[Skull] BRO A CATWALK?! WTF?!?

[Skull] how the eff did u get down??

[Joker] My amazing cat-like reflexes

[Skull] bro

[Skull] how u feelin btw

[Joker] You know that feeling you get when you’re about to go over the hill on a rollercoaster?

[Joker] Like that

[Skull] oof

[Skull] ill make u my ma’s soup when ur shifts over, its the best for this kinda shit

[Joker] Why is everyone being so understanding with me today

[Skull] were ur friends man we gotchu

[Joker] alsdjflskf

[Skull] uh did the rollercoaster drop or smth

[Joker] Haha no

[Joker] Thanks Ryuji

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1st 2:01 PM

[Edgelord Can’t Read] UH HOLY SHIT EVERYONE CHECK UR EMAILS

[Panther] what?? why??

[✧ Oracle ✧] im surprised u even read ur email

[Joker] Oh.

[Joker] Fuck.

***

To: Shujin Hall_5th Floor

From: Akechi Goro; Niijima Makoto

CC: Kawakami Sadayo

Subject: Violation of Dormitory Rules

Dear Fifth Floor Residents of Shujin Hall,

This is a friendly reminder that there is a strict No Pets Policy in this Residence Hall. A contraband item, a can of pet food, was located on the floor inside the trash room on Friday night. As such, we will be conducting room inspections beginning tomorrow, starting with rooms located in the Girls’ Wing. Let this be an example to all that the consequences for violating this rule will be termination of their dormitory agreement and the loss of their on campus housing status. Any additional charges will be determined by the Residence Hall Director, Kawakami Sadayo.

If you have any further information on this subject, please feel free to contact us.

We hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend.

Sincerely,

Your Resident Assistants

Akechi Goro

University of Tokyo | Class of 20XX Criminal Justice / Psychology Major | Philosophy Minor [email protected]

Niijima Makoto

University of Tokyo | Class of 20XX Criminal Justice Major | Psychology & Law Minor [email protected]

#akeshu #shuake #akeshuake #goro akechi #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #akira kurusu #goro akechi x akira kurusu

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Now That We’re Done - HS

This is a fic I've been working on for some time now. It's actually the 'sequel' to a fic I wrote a while ago, and something inspired me to keep going. I intend to post both, but wanted the story to begin this way :)

Warnings: There are mentions of abuse, PTSD, and anxiety throughout every part. Also- mature content. One of the guys doesn't turn out to be so great- this story is not intended to give him this image. This is all purely fiction.

Summary: A twenty year old dancer, Elizabeth Payne, is recovering from a traumatic past with the help of her older brother, Liam. The two of them have been yearning for peace for quite some time, and when a good friend comes to live with them for the summer they start their journey towards finding it. Through ups, downs, relapses, and two albums- Liz fights through her own mind to get better.

Part One

I sat on the couch alone, cold. I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around myself. Looking to my left I saw picture frames on the side table full of pictures of myself and old friends. I glanced away quickly, my heart beginning to ache. Looking to my shoes, then to the ceiling, I groaned and quickly stood to my feet.

“Let’s go!” I called, getting out of that living room. I made my way to the bottom of the stairs listening for footsteps. “Elizabeth!” I called again.

“Liam!” She mocked me, plummeting down those stairs like she used to. She landed at the bottom and watched me watch her. “What?” She asked.

I looked her up and down. My baby sister. Twenty years old. The last time she was in this house she was eighteen and in love, with long brown hair past her shoulders and a smile that couldn’t be replaced. She was her own boss and didn’t take shit from anyone, not even me. God, she used to hate herself for that after what happened. Running my hands through my hair, I sighed and shrugged.

“Memories,” I said flatly.

“Ugh, you’re gross,” She rolled her eyes, “Are we going?” She motioned at the door. I nodded and she started for it. Her hair was short now, hidden under a beanie hat. She wore sweaters in the summer and talked to her therapist on the phone twice a week. Wednesday and Saturday. Her sunglasses were always dark and she only talked to me, our parents and one other person. She got to the door, put her hand on the knob and looked at me.

“Liam?” She asked.

“Liz?” I answered.

“Can you go first?” She whispered.

This was normal for her. Media blew her up once they all found out. All the stories made me absolutely sick. Her phone was shut off for two months because she couldn’t handle it. Her Twitter was deleted and she had to make a new private Instagram. Since July sixth, two years ago, she hasn’t left my side and there is not one part of me that wants to leave her alone.

“Come here,” I stood next to her, put her hood on over her hat and my arm around her shoulder, “The car is right down the stairs, okay?” She nodded, “Don’t you dare listen to one word anyone says.”

I pushed the door open and instantly we were both being shouted at, flashes going off like mad. Elizabeth kept her eyes down, but she clung to me tight. My guard opened the back door for us while pushing paps away. We slid in and the door slammed shut.

“Oh my god,” Elizabeth gasped, throwing her head into her lap, “OH my god.” She began to cry.

“Hey,” I laid my hand on her back and rubbed in circles. She sat back up and pulled her hat off along with her sweatshirt. She wore a dark blue tank top. Looking at me, her cheeks were red and eyes swollen. I wiped away tears with my thumb. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Why?” Her voice shook.

“Because,” I started, “You went into that house yourself.”

“You were with me, Li.”

“Yeah, I was. But you wanted to go. You asked me to go, and for that I am proud.” She bit her lip and smiled, resting her head onto my shoulder.

Days with my sister and I were always led by her and what she wanted to do. Asking her what she wanted to do today, she wanted to visit the house my old bandmates and I lived in for a few years. I hadn’t been there in years. The last time I had actually been in that house was April, when I left with everyone to go do a tour in the US. Liz was with us then, she and a good friend of hers were staying with us. When the tour was cut short after July, Elizabeth and I both went straight to our parents home. My old label had everything personal packed in the house and sent back to us. For what reason she wanted to go back to that house? I do not know. I just know that she wanted to go out, so I took her.

In order for no one to follow us back to my home that I had bought shortly after that month of our tour, another car like the one we were in was with us following different paths to ensure my sister and I made it home safe and alone. It added more time to the drive than I would have liked, but it was worth the ease of mind.

Fifteen minutes into the ride, Liz was gazing out the window pointing things out to me that she saw. It was always either a fast food place she missed, or a car she knew I liked. I nodded along, smiling with her. In my back pocket one of two phones vibrated and then blurted out a ringtone that I heard often. Elizabeth whipped her head around and held out her hand.

“That’s Harry,” She said sternly.

“I know.” I got her phone and handed it to her. The one other person she would talk to was Harry. After the split he and I would only talk on occasion- when it was our birthdays, holidays or when Elizabeth wouldn’t answer the phone.

“Hey, Harry,” She lit up when she heard his voice. They only talk through the phone, or FaceTime. He stops by when he can, but he’s always in the US working. “Yes, I’m good. I promise. What? I can’t hear- Oh, yes. I’m with Liam.” She always tells him she is with me, even though he already knows.

“We went to the Syco house, we are on our way back- Yeah, the Syco house,” She looked at me, her eyebrows lowered, “Well, there wasn’t much in there. Harry, I hadn’t seen it in two years,” She lowered the phone holding the mic and she whispered to me in a panic, “He’s mad.” Lifting the phone to her ear again she listened.

“Harry, I wanted to see it again.” There was a long pause while she listened to him, her face flashing different emotions. One of the early signs of one of her panic attacks. She knew how to handle this type of feeling though, I talked to her therapist about it. “Harry!” She shouted, her eyes squeezed shut. I snatched the phone from her.

“Harry?” I said angrily. There was a pause.

“Liam.” He answered, his voice gravely and low.

“What were you saying to her? You’re the one person she doesn’t talk to on the speaker around me, because we both trust you.”

“I said that she shouldn’t have gone to the house.” He spoke calm and slow, his usual manner.

“Why?”

“Because that house was hell? Liam you and I both know that house was hell.”

“Harry-“

“Liam, I didn’t tell her this. He went there last week.” My heart sank to my stomach. Flickering my eyes at her she was watching me with wide eager eyes.

“Okay, Harry. Yes, we appreciate it. Are you going to call later? Alright, she looks forward to it. Bye.” Faking a conversation was easier than blurting out the truth. I put her phone into my pocket and pulled mine out.

“He apologized, and told me that he will call you before seven,” Elizabeth smiled and looked at my phone. I usually never have it out when I’m out with her because my main focus was always making sure she was alright, “Mind if I send someone a message?”

“No, that’s okay.” She said and turned back to look out the window with half an hour left until we got home. I unlocked my phone, opened my messages and tapped onto Harry’s texts. I began to type.

L- We do not talk about him being there.

I waited. Then the three dots popped up.

H- To who? You or Liz.

L- Liz. Do you know why he was there?

H- No. Heard it from this girl I worked with the other day. Didn’t want to believe it.

L- Who was the girl? How did she know?

H- Her name was Gigi. And I’m not sure.

L- Ok. Hear from you at 7 when you call Liz. Thank you Harry.

H- Anytime.

The rest of the ride home was quiet and when we arrived, I did the usual. I stepped out of the car first, checked the scene, then let Elizabeth step out. It made her feel better, and if she feels better so do I.

We were pulled into the long black driveway that connects my garage to the street. Almost every bit of my house was surrounded by trees. I bought this home with the purpose of privacy, and it’s been perfect for everything my sister and I were going through. It was on a private street only the neighbors by me could access, and even then you couldn’t see another house in sight. It was spacious, quiet, relaxing and the environment we needed to be in. The house itself was only a story tall. It had four bedrooms, one of which I turned into a home studio to work on music in, a cozy living room with bookshelves for days and a beautiful backyard with an inground pool and plenty of patio space around it. It certainly was not as big as the Syco house I once lived in or as glamorous as some houses celebrities live in, but my sister and I adored it and we’ve been happy here for two years.

“I’m tired,” Elizabeth mentioned as we walked inside the garage, “I might lay down.” I told her to go lay down and she went to her room. I flopped onto my sofa and pulled out my phone. I opened Google and searched for news on the man Harry brought up. Curious as to why Elizabeth would want to go to the house if he was just there. The first story that popped up was of him on the streets of NYC locking lips with a rail thin, long haired blonde. It read their names with the title ‘Heating Things Up?’.

Opening it, I scanned the lines not caring about what he was doing until the girl's name came up again. Sure enough her name was Gigi. I locked my phone, slid it onto the table, stood up and took myself down the hall to knock on Elizabeth’s door.

“It’s open,” She called.

“As it should be,” I joked walking inside, “What are you doing?” She was sitting at her desk with nothing on it. She shrugged.

“Sitting,” She said seriously. I cracked a laugh and sat on her bed.

“Obviously,” She stared at me, “I have a question, if you don’t mind.” Squinting her eyes she nodded.

“Why... why did you want to go to the Syco house today?” I asked quietly. Elizabeth looked at her hands then at me.

“I wanted to feel something,” She said, “Haven’t felt anything. In a long time. In two years.” She stared off into space, her mind wandering. I watched her closely as her eyes danced around her room in her mirror, and then she frowned.

“Elizabeth,” I said, raising my voice a little to regain her attention. She snapped out of it and looked at me.

“What were we saying?” She asked, “Oh, Syco house.”

“What did you want to feel?” I asked.

“Something. Anything,” She muttered. “I don’t even know what’s happening with the world. I don’t go on my phone.”

“No,” I shook my head answering her quickly, “Kens says you can have it when someone calls.”

“Then let me call Ken's myself,” She raised her eyebrows. “I need new rules. Liam!” She held out her hand and I sighed. I felt both my pockets and found nothing.

“Use mine, it’s on the coffee table.”

She bolted for the living room and snatched my phone. I heard the buttons click and the phone unlock, then I heard a thud on the floor a few seconds later. Leaving her bedroom, I found her staring at my phone on the ground at the story of him that I forgot to close out of. Her face was straight as she stared. Then she looked up at me. I couldn’t make out any words to say. She hadn’t seen anything or heard anything of or about him in a very long time. She bent down and picked the phone up, exiting the screen. I saw her go to my contacts, find Kens’ number, her therapist, and call.

“Hi, Kens. Yeah, it’s me. I just went on the internet for the first time.”

It was easy to understand why anxiety made you hide, why it made you feel small and stuck. It was difficult for Liam to understand opposite action, which meant doing exactly what anxiety was telling you not to do. After my conversation with Kens I realized that if I wanted to get out of feeling like I was stuck in a hole, I had to do just that.

Liam agreed to take me out, which he did quickly after learning what opposite action was, after I mustered up the courage myself to ask him. Setting his phone down on the coffee table I looked to my brother and nodded.

“We’re going to do this, yes?” I asked. He lowered his eyebrows and squinted his eyes at me.

“We’re going to feel alive,” He said seriously with some humor behind it. I smiled and stood up, heading towards my room. Liam called after me, “And for as long as you need. I’ll be out here on the phone Kens.”

When I started living with my brother back when, I never knew he and I would end up here. I had envisioned that I’d be dancing my way through life, literally, and be in an amazing relationship with someone I truly loved. Liam would still be making music with his band and maybe he and I would eventually be working together merging our talents. Instead, I live with him somewhere his fans can’t find him and we work together on my therapy while he still works with the media. I never liked the paparazzi. Not even when I was living in the Syco house, living the dream for a few months.

After then the headlines were horrific, my name caught up in something I wish I could erase from my memory, but Kens says it is important to have because she says look at how I’m starting to grow from it. I can never see what she’s talking about when I’m stuck in a low. I only see why what happened to me happened, but once I’m feeling okay I understand.

I sat down in front of my mirror and took a deep breath down into my stomach. My makeup hadn’t been touched in months. It was still set up from when Liam had helped me clean up from a panic attack weeks ago. Brushes went flying, it wasn’t pretty.

I put my cold hands over my pale cheeks and groaned. I wasn’t sure if I even remembered how to properly put on a simple face of makeup. I dabbed some concealer under my eyes and brushed on some bronzer and mascara.

I changed into some ripped blue jeans, a lavender sweater that fell just off my shoulder and a pair of black slides. My red hair I pulled back with a braid in the front and a little ponytail in the back. It was not as long as it used to be. I had to cut a whole lot off after it thinned out extremely from stress. That was a heartbreaking moment for someone like me who used her hair as a personality trait. Liam sat beside me the entire time it got done and had even helped which shade of red to color it. I’m his own special mix of chocolate cherry.

Stepping out of my room an hour after speaking to Liam I found him patiently sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. His head popped up after he heard my door close, and his jaw fell open.

“Well, look at you!” He gushed.

“Ugh, Liam, don’t,” I forced back a smile, but it peeked through as I walked over to him.

“You look great,” He said standing up offering me a hand, “Shall we?”

I took his hand and laughed.

“We shall!”

Elizabeth and I had a quick, fun evening out. My driver drove us around the small town outside where my home is, where some paparazzi can be found but also some amazing restaurants. I kept my hand sat on top of hers in the car and thought about the conversation I just had with Kens about accepting this decision my sister made about her recovery. Kens told me I need to make some new boundaries as Liz starts to grow with her treatment. Eventually she would want her phone back and that’s the only problem I had.

For nearly a year after it happened I was the only one on her phone. I deleted messages, incoming and outgoing. I deactivated Twitter and created a new Instagram for her. I told Kens I was not ready for her to be back on Twitter, and she agreed with me. She said she will not allow Liz back onto social media full time until she knows she will be okay reading what she’ll be reading.

Looking at her beside me in the car she was gazing out the window, a soft smile on her face again, but her right knee was beginning to bounce a bit. Kens told me to watch for that as a sign of her anxiety being present. I squeezed her hand and she turned to look at me.

“You okay?” I asked calmly. She took a deep breath and nodded.

“I’m okay. Excited and nervous. But okay,” She smiled and I returned it to her.

We pulled up along an Italian restaurant she used to love and she gasped so loud I thought I was going to jump out of my pants. It didn’t seem too busy for a Thursday night, so we decided it would be alright for us to stay. As usual I got out of the car first and held her hand as she slowly took her time to step out and watched as she looked all around. I noticed that some people realized who I was, and then saw their reaction when they realized who I was with. A girl shouted out her name and Liz jumped in her shoes slightly and latched onto my arm.

“You’re doing great,” I said to her quietly as we walked towards the doors, “They’re looking excited to see you.” She let out a breathy laugh the moment we stepped inside. She let go of me and shook her hands and stretched out her arms.

“My heart is beating like a drum,” She whispered, bouncing on her toes.

There was some commotion outside, some louder voices, and Liz and I both turned to look through the windows. Sure enough there were two paparazzi with camera lenses nearly pressed against the glass. Liz’s eyes went wide so I quickly turned her away and asked for our table.

We sat in an empty section of the dining room which was perfect for us both as we can be quite loud together. We always knew how to make our own party.

During dinner it was extremely easy to forget the world and I can only hope Elizabeth felt the same exact way. Our conversation drifted from shopping for some new clothes for her, to when I auditioned for X-Factor, to some old family vacations we took during the summers. We sat in front of our empty plates and I looked at her curiously.

“Do you have any plans for the rest of this summer?” I asked. She blew a raspberry on her lips and sighed.

“We can do this every night,” She giggled, “Although...” Her words trailed off as did her eyes. I held my focus on her and then shook the ice in my glass around before taking a sip to help bring her back.

“Although?” I questioned between sips of cool water.

“I want to see Harry,” She said and looked me right in the eyes.

“I don’t have a problem with-“

“I know you don’t,” She cut me off quickly not breaking her eye contact, “It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him.” Her voice turned to a whisper. I watched her as she explained to me how great I’ve been with helping her, and how she loves me very much but that she needs to have a friend by her side, too.

“You know I’m still your friend, right?” I teased her and she rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean!” She groaned.

“Yes, I do,” I laughed, “I’m proud of you for bringing all of this up. For talking to me, and helping me understand. If Harry-“ I was cut off again, but this time by that distinct ringtone. Elizabeth fell serious and held out her hand waiting for her phone to be placed there. Slipping it from my pocket, I smiled at her, and handed it over.

“Hi, Harry,” She breathed and listened to what he had to say, “Yes I am! Liam’s here with me,” as always, “We came out tonight... Oh, you saw already? Where?” I watched her talk to him every single phone call. She became a different person who lit up with excitement and energy. If she didn’t bring up Harry coming home to him, I was certainly sure that I was going to.

He was there afterwards, holding her, squeezing her hands. She was folded in his lap sobbing uncontrollably, nearly screaming, and he just sat there listening to her, somehow understanding her. He helped me through those few weeks of the hospital, then going home, then going back to the hospital. He stayed overnight with me most nights. Before any of this ever happened he was dating Liz’s old friend. He tried a slick move on my sister, but she’s so strong on her feet she put him in his place. Shortly after that night in July on tour, he was single again with no reason behind it. I just know we don’t bring up that girl anymore or hear from her. Eventually, once Liz and I were in my new home, he set off to do his solo music work. But he never forgot to call. He always called.

“Thank you, I bought it last year and had never worn it...” She glanced up at me and smiled, “Harry, I have a question for you later if I could call you when I’m home? That’s okay? Okay... bye.”

She hung up and handed her phone back over to me.

“Thank you for coming out with me tonight,” Liz said to me with a smile.

“Thank you for giving the best night I’ve had in awhile,” I said back to her with a small wink.

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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Bloggin’ thru new Homestuck^2 bonus, The Influencers part 2. Kinda got my gears ground during part 1, but that largely wasn’t this sideplot’s fault, so I should still be able to enjoy it.

Reminder, bonus update blogging is always light on detail because I don’t wanna spoil all the paid content, but I’ll give the gist of my reactions and go into anything plot or character related that helps understand the main story, as well as giving you a real top-down view of “what happens” so you know what it’s about and whether or not to invest in looking yourself. (And I don’t necessarily have to give you anything that isn’t main-plot-relevant.)

So where are they going to follow the main party? They shouldn’t need to record the funeral I’d assume, because that already would have been televised (and awful for Jane’s PR)... *click*

9/28/2020 - The Influencers, Part 2

TEACHER: Time’s a-ticking. TEACHER: The next plot point is yours to change, if you want it. Don’t you feel it calling to you?

Yeah, just hanging a lampshade on this whole parallel sideplot I guess.

> (==>)

Whatever it is, Imode feels it. A tiny string of relevance spooling out from their belly. They want to follow it.

That’s pretty Lighty and/or Seery. I’ve used that terminology to describe the pull of Light and its “relevance” connotations even since the only fanfic I’ve ever written, back in 2011 during Homestuck’s run, and it’s obvious enough terminology that I think Rose later mentioned it somewhere like in the Epilogues. Are these three kids perhaps going to get a fourth, and become their own session by the end of this like Harry, Vrissy, Tavros and Yiffy might?

They can’t stop picturing their friend, Harry Anderson, arrested or tortured or worse. They’re not sure what there is to be done to stop this chain of events, but they’re sure as shit gonna find out.

(”They” is almost certainly referring to Imode here, not all three, since Imode uses they/them.)

Alright, self-aggrandizing used for good. Show off the sort of thing that Vriska could have accomplished if she actually used her talents for her team for once. (Besides, like, the similar thing she did just recently by making a scene.)

> (==>)

Imode is the first to choose pursuing this path over bootlicking, and the others are sure to follow.

> (==>)

Yup, Avril and Silas follow. (Had to be reminded of ALL of their names, it’s been months since their single named appearance.)

> (==>)

Crockercopters overhead but none taking note yet, just ominous setdressing

> (==>)

IMODE: lemme take a ⏱️ to 😮‍💨 before we figure out where to go next. AVRIL: wait don't you know? IMODE: Huh? AVRIL: we were following YOU this whole time.

Oh, that answers the first question I asked. They have NO clue where they’re going. Let’s see if they luck out and find the clock tower.

IMODE: You 👂 what he said about the next step 📞 to us, same as i did. Don't you feel it pulling at you?

Literal pull? Powers? Future player? --All baseless speculation of course.

SILAS: Woah are you seein’ this.

Vriska’s probably putting on her very public display now. (This is a bonus so I’m skipping lots of banter and arguing.)

> (==>)

Oh, they just saw John flying up to the clock tower in his outfit. And catching sight of him fly is rare celebrity gossip stuff so of course it’d stand out to them, apparently. (Only one of them is athletic apparently, the other two are groaning at the prospect of more running.)

> (==>)

Avril always enjoys running, but there’s something else thumping along to the rhythm of the thuds of his feet and beat of his heart. He’d thought Imode was nuts for feeling it just a minute prior, but now he’s realized he isn’t deadweight, that he hasn’t fucked up someone’s life irrevocably, and it pushes him faster and faster as he tears ass toward the belltower.

(Did we know Avril was he/him before this? Probably but if so I forgot.)

Okay, since we’re getting glimpses into each of their headspaces narratively that BOTH have had some oblique aspect references, I have to at least OPERATE on a guessy assumption that there’s a sort of classpect-for-each-of-them thing going here.

I’ve quoted both those whole paragraphs here... so what do I see? This is going to be a bit tougher because I don’t care as much to remember these characters...

Imode had some Lighty-or-Seery language, and then could not stop picturing bad things happening to Harry, wanting to avert that chain of events. So something of a Seer or Mage would make sense. But given how easily Lighty stuff and the Understanding classes (or at least what we think those are) can be conflated, Mage of Light seems a bit of a premature jump. Heck, I’m only saying Mage because a Seer of Light already occupies a starring role, and because her first act on that feeling was to jump after it herself and tell the others:

IMODE: Stay here and 👢👅 your way into fame if that's what you really want. IMODE: I’m ✈️. Follow me if you’re not 🐔💩.

--leading by example rather than directing the others into battle. Only half-caring if they followed, willing to pursue it herself if necessary. So, potentially more “Active”.

As for Avril... the word “heart” is mentioned there, sure, but the full context is “there’s something else thumping along to the rhythm of the thuds of his feet and beat of his heart”. I’m inclined to think that the rhythm/beat references, especially the even footsteps and heartbeats hitting like a metronome, might be more tied to Time? But if so, I don’t see anything class-related. (Could also be Blood, and him thinking of what he owes in the last sentences could be reinforcing that? Big question marks for now.)

> (==>)

Door to the belltower’s locked. The kids figure John’s forgotten that his son can’t fly.

AVRIL: this is it, this is the thing we can help with! #feelinit #vibes IMODE: OK I'm excited that you believe me now, but what are you gonna even do? IMODE: use your big all-star 💪 to break down the 🚪?

--so they think they can “resolve a missing plot point” by getting the way into the clock tower open? Is this going to be a theme or running joke of the Influencers sideplot, showing plotholes resolved in bonus content like how we finally saw how Gamzee’s body was relocated last time? When I was explicitly mad about that? (This seems like a much smaller one though.)

Apparently in HS^2 proper they remarked that the door SHOULD be locked, but Vriska just opened it anyway and wasn’t surprised it was unlocked, which she would’ve ascribed to her luck -- how the universe just makes way for her. (And we’re literally seeing HOW the “universe” “made way” for her this way, through these Influencer kids. Even though Vriska could have broken down the door in a second and it’s practically meaningless.)

> (==>)

Avril just has the key!

AVRIL: so like my photoshoots are like, #modernfashion #myworkout #urbexp IMODE: Yea, your 📸 are why we’re all in this mess. We know. Get to it. AVRIL: fair. ok well this is the urban exploration part. AVRIL: a lot of the public infrastructure buildings in the kingdom have the same weird, shitty deadbolts on them. AVRIL: its like they were mass-produced for ease of access or something. AVRIL: none of the deep crockergov stuff, but a lot of the kingdom maintenance buildings. AVRIL: so once you swipe one key, you got access to it all. AVRIL: that’s how i get a lot of my hard-to-get shots #tradesecrets #tellnoone

Hhhmmmmm. So what does this tell us about his potential role? Getting places you’re not supposed to is associated with the Thief, Rogue, Bard, and sometimes Knight classes... as well as the Time/Space aspects, or the Void and Breath aspects. A Thief or Rogue of Time could do the trick, and fit with the rhythm paragraph earlier... whereas Space doesn’t have the same rhythm associations even if it is “places” he’s getting into for these shots. And photography, snapshots still in time, is something Dave was also explicitly into. Plus, this exploit he’s showcasing is specifically for older buildings, playing into history/archaeology from an urban perspective.

So, Time is looking like a safer and safer bet for him.

> (==>)

lock click

> (==>)

long-hair swoop, cheer

SILAS: Yeah, I’m tickled a near-disproportionate amount by the unlockin’ of a door, so I’m inclined to believe you were onto somethin’.

Still no real hints about Silas, yet.

AVRIL: ok so. we did it, right? #missioncomplete AVRIL: feels a little anticlimactic #tbh IMODE: idk, I think so? whatever I was feeling doesn't seem so immediate anymore. IMODE: I wonder if-

Okay, that’s some near-confirmation that Imode was LITERALLY FEELING the plot or some such. We’ll probably end the Influencers sidestory eventually with at least solid GUESSES blatantly obvious for their potential Hero Roles or the like.

> (==>)

Ah, Vriska and the kids are coming-- and we get the Silas paragraph(s)! Silas is green-themed with green text, and a session with a Time player has a good chance of having a Space player too, so let’s see if...

Silas doesn’t know what being spotted by the other kids might mean, metaphysically or logistically or legally. She’s not particularly pressed by that sort of thing. But this is a day that’s come with more introspecting than she’s used to having to endure in a year, so she's ready to get moving before it becomes an issue.

As Harry Anderson, Vrissy, Vriska, and Tavros proceed to have this conversation, Silas pushes to catch up with Avril’s pace. She’s not sure where they’re headed, and has no clue what all this means for her. She knows the step she’s taken isn’t one she’ll be able to backtrack from, but she’ll figure that out tomorrow. For now, one foot in front of the other.

That...

I mean there’s a lot of talk of time-FRAMES, from a lazy perspective, but just-pushing-forward-in-the-here-and-now is reasonably Spacey? ...hm. I was excited for the Silas paragraph(s) but I don’t see any immediately-apparent pattern meant for us to discern classpect info here. Maybe a female Page example (since we could use one), propelled along by events without knowing what’s going on at first, too early in her journey to have taken more than her first step up the gradual incline of her long-term potential?

I really don’t know I guess.

Anyway, that’s the end of the bonus upd8! See ya in a while.

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kinghoranshit · 3 years

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Just Another Normal Story (HS) - PT 4

I cradled our daughter, Harmony, in my arms. I felt exhausted. It’d been the two days since she came into the world the morning of November sixth.

A conclusion I came to about all of this was, at least it was happening when the weather's getting colder. Zombies couldn’t handle that, right? And we had the fireplace to keep the house heated if the power went out completely. We had no cable or internet though.

“Nichole,” My dad’s firm voice filled my head.

I looked over at him and he was giving me that look.

“Dad.” I shot him a look.

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “We’re running out of food.”

I shook my head. “No, not yet.”

“Come on, Follow me.” My dad tilted his head toward the doorway.

I looked down at sleeping Harmony. I didn’t want to let her go.

“You need to see what he has. I’ll take her,” my mother stated.

Finally, I nodded and handed her over to my mom.

We went down to the basement into his workshop and he handed something to me. The wooden crossbow I used three years in a row for my Halloween costume in high school. I had been a zombie slayer. Ironic, I know.

I didn’t know why he handed this to me. It didn’t work. It was broken last I knew. But as I glanced at it in my hands, it looked brand new.

“You fixed it up? Why?” I asked.

“For you to use,” he remarked. “Become that zombie slayer.”

I laughed. “Dad, it was just a costume and a joke. We both know I’m too scared of zombies.”

“I’m scared of zombies too. But killing them takes it away little by little. Here.” He now handed a bag of metal arrows to me.

“I don’t even know how to use this!” I exclaimed, trying to shove it back into his hands.

“I’ll teach you. It’s not hard. Just a pull of a trigger and putting the arrow in is a piece of cake. One of the quickest reloading weapons.”

I shook my head. “This is fucking nuts.”

“What’re you going to do when you run out of supplies for Harmony? What if I end up dying?”

I kept my mouth shut. I already knew the answer. I felt this certain feeling surging from deep within my chest. The adrenaline kicked in at the thought of stepping foot out of the barricaded house. I hadn’t seen what it looked like in two days. It could be completely different. Or the same. Probably the same.

“Got anything I can practice on?” I asked.

***

I wiped the gleam of sweat off my forehead as I panted. I walked over to take the metal arrow out of the bullseye target that had a botchy sketch of a zombie tacked onto it. My goal was to get in the forehead. And if the arrow didn’t go all the way through, I’d have to get up close and personal.

“Nichole!” Harry called.

“Yeah?” I yelled back, loading another arrow into the crossbow. She worked well. After a couple hours, I’d gotten pretty decent. Not sure I was good enough to go out yet. Well, mentally anyway. This surely would lead to major therapy in the future if we survived and somehow a cure came about. I already couldn’t sleep much, worried they’d break down the barriers and overtake us.

“We’re out of diapers.” His figure appeared at the doorway of the garage. I could hear them outside every once and awhile. I was positive they could smell me through the metal door.

I stared at him a bit blankly. “We can’t be.”

“But we are,” he remarked.

I felt my heart lurch into my throat. It wasn’t like I expected us to just hide away in the house forever. I was hopeful of it, but knew we couldn’t. It wasn’t realistic.

I sighed heavily, grabbing the satchel of arrows, and continued to hold the crossbow in my hands. I walked in past him and into the living room. My mom was on the couch still, holding a giggly Harmony.

“C’mon, Nikki, we’re going to Target,” my dad ordered, reloading his shotgun.

“What? Just us two?” I shot.

He nodded. “Yeah. Harry will stay here with mom and Harmony.”

“No, no, no.” I shook my head. “That’s a bad idea. We should stick together.”

“We can’t take a baby out there,” my mom argued. “It’s too cold.”

The thought from earlier popped back into my head.

“If it’s too cold for her, wouldn’t it be too cold for the zombies?” But I knew as soon as the words left my mouth, it was a no. “Nevermind.”

But then the thought of this thing from ‘Warm Bodies’ came into my head. “Do you think putting zombie guts on us would prevent them from smelling us? That way we can get more when we go to Target. We wouldn’t have to watch out as much.”

“That might work.” My dad nodded. “Harry, mom, and Harmony are still staying here.”

I huffed in annoyance. I just had a bad feeling with them not being in my sight for so long.

***

I pulled the green army jacket on over my blue plaid shirt. That which I wore with a grey tank underneath, denim skinnies, and brown combats. Why not? I never thought I’d actually wear this outfit again, but it seemed like an essential thing to do under the circumstances. My acting as a zombie slayer days were over. I was going to be one.

Harry pressed his lips against mine. “Be careful. I’ve got it here.”

I gave him a weak smile. “Remember, if too many happen to break in, kill the first one you see and put the guts on you. Then mom and Harmony. Mom has a pistol she can use.”

He nodded and kissed me once more. I rested my hand on the back of his neck, holding him there. I wanted to feel his lips for as long as I could. It could be for the last time.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He nuzzled his face into my hair. “I love you too.”

I walked over to my mom and Harmony. I kissed my daughter’s head and looked into her big, very dark blue eyes. “Mommy has to go get you things. See you soon.” I looked at my mom and she had tears brimming her eyes. There was no way she was going to take my place. She didn’t have the agility to sprint or run long distances since her major car accident a few years back; she had to get medical nails in her ankle.

“Stay safe.”

I gave her a small smile. “Of course.”

We left in my dad’s Ford F150 truck. I had my crossbow ready to shoot down any so they wouldn’t get into the garage. Luckily, Harry had the garage shut before any got in. I sat back down and shut my window.

“How much gas?” I asked. My dad never really kept track of that sort of thing.

“Three-fourths.”

I nodded. “Okay. Good. That should be good for a couple trips. But remember, we want to get as much as we can in this one trip.”

“I know,” he replied.

I didn’t say anything else. I looked out the window. It seemed especially gloomy today. The sky was full of grey clouds, casting a white hue over everything. I could see a few moving figures as he drove. It wasn’t a long drive to Target. Only fifteen minutes. But every minute I was preparing myself.

“Here’s the plan.” My dad turned the truck off. “You go ahead and get everything for Harmony. I’ll get the food. Remember to use the crossbow, and test your theory if possible. Got it?”

I let out a deep breath. “Yeah.” I reached back for the two duffels. I strapped one across my chest. This should be fun.

It was dead silent as we walked into the dim lighted Target; must be barely powered by a generator. The glass of the doors had been shattered, so our boots crunched on the pieces. I mentally cursed. Here’s hoping that sound wouldn’t provoke any zombies that could be nearby.

I wish the baby supplies weren’t set in the back part of the entire store. If I do run into a zombie, testing my theory would be the first thing I do. I made sure the walkie-talkie was still harnessed onto one of the loops.

“See you soon,” he whispered, splitting off, and left me alone. Nichole, don’t let your fear take over. You can protect yourself. Doing this for Harmony and Harry.

I went for the smaller stuff first-- onesies, socks, shoes, blankets, pacifiers, baby wipes, toys. I wasn’t entirely positive what she all needs right now. I was just glad we didn’t need to get a crib; my parents had one for when John and Ellise visited. Oh God. I hope they’re okay. And Leo! He was no longer in Iowa as well. I didn’t want to think the worst but I already was considering we hadn’t heard from them at all. The satellite towers went out yesterday. It wouldn’t be long until our power was out I assumed, so we should grab extra batteries and candles.

I zipped the duffel shut to make sure everything was secured. Next, I grabbed my last item, which would be the biggest and wouldn’t fit in the duffel. I held my crossbow up, ready to aim and shoot. I made fast and quiet movements to where the diapers were. My blood stopped cold hearing a shuffling sound.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I turned around to see a guy who couldn’t be much older than me standing there. He was eyeing me good. His icy blue veins popped out all over the place. He growled at me.

Despite my previous fear towards zombies, I couldn’t help a smirk. “Want me?”

His eyes grew even more wide as he overlooked me more. I held my crossbow up and aimed for the middle of his head. Closing one eye to get better radar. There was another screeching sound.

Fuck.

I pulled the trigger, watching the arrow fly and sink into the guy’s head. I tripped my way over to him, pierced it in even more just to be sure before yanking it out. I reloaded the crossbow with the same arrow and frantically rolled onto my back to aim. She was right above me. I could see the brain matter still attached to the cold metal and without a second though, I glided my fingers over it. The gooey sensation was not pleasant when it hit me. The smell wasn’t either as I wiped it onto my face; it was like expired dairy and throw up all in one. Gross as hell but worth it as I saw the skinny lady sniff the air, confused. She looked displeased when she couldn’t smell what she did before.

Slowly, I sidestepped around her and then bolted to find my dad. I grabbed the walkie-talkie.

“Dad? Do you copy?”

I didn’t get an answer then I could hear some cries and yells. Oh no.

I sprinted the fastest I had ever in my life, looking down every aisle of food. Finally, I found him in the bread. Four or five zombies were going at him. It didn’t matter how it happened, I needed to do something.

I held my crossbow up, aiming for one as I stalked towards them. I pulled the trigger and didn’t wait. I reloaded with another and aimed once again. I took down another. Now, just two were left. My dad still fought with the one holding onto his coat. So, I took down the other trying to help her boyfriend on their date.

My dad smashed the zombie’s head into the shelf a couple times and his body fell limp. I reached my hand out and he gladly took it.

“The guts thing works?” he panted. I noted the scratch on his face and hoped that the virus didn’t transfer that way.

I nodded. “Yeah. Killed one over by the baby stuff.”

“I told you could get good with the bow.” He cheesed, picking up his shotgun and duffle.

I rolled my eyes. “You got everything?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I still need diapers. We should also get candles and toilet paper if there’s any left. Let’s grab em and get out of here.”

“Don’t forget Gander.”

Right…

***

I used a different walkie-talkie to contact Harry when we were back in the driveway. “Hey, we’re back. Open the garage.”

“Okay,” he replied briefly.

The garage door opened and my dad pulled in. Harry was quick to get it closing. Once it was shut and we were in the clear, we carried everything inside. We grabbed like ten boxes of diapers. Each carried five out. Didn’t have to worry about zombies attacking us since we didn’t smell like food.

I went to kiss Harry, but he stepped back. “Please clean up first.”

I smiled slyly before I grabbed his face and rubbed his cheek against mine. Nothing was going to transfer since it was dry.

“Thank you so much, Nikki,” Harry retorted, dramatically wiping his face. He was definitely pleased to see no crud on his fingers.

“You’re welcome.”

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neo-couture · 5 years

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When Lucas woke up that morning, he had no idea he’d bump into you at the café down the street. It had been a year since you’d last seen each other, since Lucas had left to study abroad. You’d only known each other a short while so the two of you decided to call your thing off. It was casual, so it was fine. But Lucas got the impression it was “casual with lots of feelings” that neither admitted to or said aloud. He figured he’d get over you after a year in Japan, and he’d tried. He’d dated other people, but all he could think about was you. Short lived as the relationship might have been, it had left quite an impact.

He told his friends he’d be back in a sec, before strolling up to where you were sat focused on your laptop. “Y/N.”

You looked up from your paper and recognized the man in front of you immediately. Lucas – that Lucas – was standing in front of you with a cup of coffee and a big, dumb grin.

“Lucas? Oh my god, hey! How’s it going?” You got off your chair and gave him a quick hug, letting your hand linger on his arm. He was wearing a baggy hoodie, a staple of his when you were dating. Or whatever the relationship had been.

“Good! It’s been a while,” he gave you another crooked smile, the kind he used to give when he wanted to say more. “How have you been?”

You two briefly caught up, asking how uni was going and typical things like that. It was really good to see him. You knew he was with his friends so you didn’t keep him, but as he turned away, he caught himself.

“Give me a call, okay?” You blushed and nodded. With a wide smile, he turned and went back to his friends. You caught some of their stares, but went back to your paper, grinning to yourself.

Lucas tried to act casual about it when he told his friends who you were, but the faint pink on his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

“That’s Y/N? Dude! What’re you doing back here talking to us? Go and talk to her again, try and get her back,” Yuta said. “Look man, I know you never got over her. The universe is giving you a second chance, right here in this cafe.”

Lucas flushed and looked into his coffee cup when Johnny chimed in after blowing on his coffee, “we are all very aware, Lucas. You can’t hide it from us.”

“She’ll call,” Lucas said. And he really hoped you would.

You did, of course, the next day, asking him if he wanted to meet. You invited him over to your apartment and it felt like old times. He didn’t even ask for your address and you were secretly thrilled that he remembered.

Twenty minutes later, Lucas showed up on your doorstep looking slightly disheveled but happy, a bag of food in his hands. The smell wafted up your nose and you realized that you were starving. You pulled him in, feeling oddly giddy.

The two of you sat on the floor, food scattered about the coffee table. You caught up on the past year, Lucas’ semester abroad, your semester here, and you found that you really missed taking to him. His loud laugh, funny jokes, and his big gestures brought along a sense of nostalgia. Just having him next to you in your apartment again made you feel warm and comfortable and safe.

While you were talking, Lucas’ hand gravitated towards your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles. There was no ulterior motive to the gesture, other than wanting to touch you the way he had many months ago, but it made your stomach twirl. It was so familiar and you hadn’t realized just how much you craved him.

You waited a decent amount of time after you had finished eating, not wanting to appear desperate, before you just couldn’t take it anymore. You swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. Lucas’ eyes widened in surprise. Not giving him time to say anything, like one of his dumb (adorable) quips, you tugged your shirt off, leaving your chest bare. His jaw almost dropped to the floor and he hesitantly reached out to touch you. His large hands covered your breasts as he massaged them in his palms. It was gentle, yet rough, as his hands were rough and calloused, just as you remembered. You’d always bugged him about moisturizing and a smile tugged at your lips, knowing some things hadn’t changed. You flipped your hair out of the way and tugged him in for a kiss, feeling his lips on yours for the first time in a year. You let out a soft whine and Lucas grew more confident with his touch, squeezing harder and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. Pulling away with a soft click, you gasped against his parted lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he said with a dopey grin.

You laughed. “I missed you, too.” With that, you connected your lips again, swallowing each of his groans and whines. You rolled your hips down on his lap, feeling his erection grow beneath you. His large hands had moved from your chest to your waist, gripping tightly and urging you to continue you movements. You hoped there would be bruises.

One of his hands snuck down the back of your pants, over your ass, and he dipped a finger inside your dripping entrance. You moaned and rocked back on his finger, hoping he would add another. When he did, followed closely by a third, you whimpered into his neck. You’d forgotten how amazing his fingers were; long and bony and well acquainted with your body.

Once you’d had enough, you cupped his jaw and locked eyes with him. “Fuck me. Please. I need you.”

Lucas didn’t need to be told twice and he made quick work of his shirt. He pushed you onto your back on the floor, asking if it was okay. You nodded, not giving a shit where he fucked you so long as he did. And ideally soon. Lucas tugged your pants and underwear off, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Your legs settled on either side of him, giving Lucas a perfect view of your wet, swollen pussy. He breathed out a soft fuck and quickly took off his own pants.

His cock hung heavy between his legs and you clenched at the sight of him, recalling how it felt to have his long, thick length inside you. Lucas searched his jeans for his wallet, and pulled out a condom which he quickly opened and rolled on. Reaching out, he put his hand by your mouth. “Spit, baby.” You smiled and did as you were told. Lucas was always kind of dirty like that, and you loved it.

You watched, enraptured, as he slicked up his cock with your spit and positioned himself at your entrance. When he start pushing in, you collapsed against the floor with a groan. He went slowly, pausing occasionally to allow you to adjust. “Relax, baby.” Leaning over you, he nibbled on your earlobe. “No one’s been fucking you good, huh? Not since I left? Not used to a big cock anymore, are you?”

It was then you remembered Jihoon and wondered if you should tell Lucas. No, it was only casual with Jihoon. That’s what you decided anyway. And besides, Lucas did have a point; no one had fucked you like this. And you didn’t want him to stop now.

So, you shook your head and whimpered as he bottomed out.

“Atta girl,” he whispered. “You always could take me so well.”

Once you had adjusted to his size, he started moving, dragging his cock in and out of you at a painfully slow pace at first. You urged him to go faster and he began pounding into you at a relentless pace. His elbows rested on either side of your head, his face so close to yours. You felt something. Something that was foreign to you. Yet it felt so present in that moment with Lucas and his bright eyes locked with yours, his fingers toying with your hair. It was a lot.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on his cock inside you which, admittedly, wasn’t hard to do as he was hitting that spot mercilessly. Lucas was also a biter, and so he was gently nipping at your jaw and your neck, growling each time you tightened around him.

As both your climaxes approached, Lucas hooked your legs over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half. He must’ve remembered you liked it this way because of how the head of his cock constantly pressed against your most sensitive spot. Tears spilled from your eyes and he breathed your name and soft curses into your mouth.

You surprised yourself, and Lucas, when your orgasm washed over without even being touched. Your legs shook around him as you cried out and he cursed as he watched you. He finished not long after, spilling into the condom. You barely registered this as your brain had basically shut down, overstimulated as he fucked you.

Your legs fell beside you, completely useless, as Lucas pulled out. He pressed his lips to yours for a brief kiss.

“Mm, just as amazing as I remember.”

The next day, after Lucas had left for class, you got a text from Jihoon. He wanted you come over for dinner. You felt a pang of guilt, thinking about how you and Lucas fucked three times last night. But then you remembered that you and Jihoon had agreed to keep it casual. Casual.

However, as soon as you walked through the door of Jihoon’s place later that day, you felt sick to your stomach. Nerves hit you when you saw the fancy dinner on his table, candles and all. He clearly didn’t want casual anymore. And sure enough, after dinner, once the two of you had retired to the couch to watch a movie, he asked you to be his girlfriend. For the two of you to be exclusive.

You stammered out a sure, which should have actually been a no, but you panicked. Jihoon was really, really nice, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. More to the point, you were completely caught off guard and felt incredibly guilty since you were planning on breaking up with him.

Immediately after you agreed, Jihoon pulled you in for a kiss, pushing you onto your back, and made love to you right there on the couch.

You wondered if he could smell Lucas on you.

You told Lucas the next day. A silence hung over you as you waited for Lucas to respond. You didn’t know what to make of the situation because you certainly didn’t want to stop seeing Lucas.

“Do you love him?” Lucas asked, avoiding your gaze.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “I guess we… have to stop then.” Tears pricked your eyes at this, but you reluctantly agreed.

An hour later, Lucas had you on your hands and knees, ass up in the air as he fucked you roughly. His hand was tangled in your hair as he held you down, draping himself over your back. He tugged at your ear with his teeth, nipping and licking at the skin.

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? No one can fuck you like I can,” he growled almost absentmindedly. As if it was a private thought that neither of you would talk about later. You sobbed into the sheets, mascara running down your face with your tears. You were glad you could attribute the tears to the ecstasy of sex, rather than the aching pain in your heart.

Later the next day, you and Lucas got drunk at your place. You figured it was a way for the both of you to cope with the situation at hand. Sat on your couch, legs curled up under you, you faced Lucas who looked fucked up. He was grinning at you, hair falling into his eyes. You flushed under his gaze which never seemed to let up.

He reached out to you, stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. His thumb traced your lips, tugging the bottom one gently. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He sounded so genuine you almost cried. Giving you a pained smile, he cupped your cheek. His touch was so gentle and you felt a stabbing pain in your heart. “He better treat you well. It’s what you deserve.” Closing your eyes, you placed a hand over his and leaned into his palmed. What he said next made your heart skip, in part because it was said under his breath, like he hadn’t wanted you to hear.

“I just wish it was me.”

You and Lucas continued that way for a couple weeks; fucking any chance you got. You still hung out, too, but there was an awkwardness to it, neither of you knowing what to say or do. Not knowing what emotions were off limits. So, you generally just stuck to sex.

Every time you would fuck, one of you would say you shouldn’t do this anymore, that it was wrong. But these words never stopped you. They were often said between heated kisses, and at that point, there was no going back.

You also noticed that Lucas fucked you especially hard whenever you mentioned Jihoon, like he was trying to make a point. On one occasion, after you told Lucas that you and Jihoon had cooked dinner together at your place, he fucked you right on the counter, letting your come mixed with his leak out of you and drip on to the cold surface.

It was toxic, you knew it. And you wanted to break up with Jihoon, you just didn’t know how. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but you knew you already were.

At one point, when you were with Lucas, you happened to mention Jihoon again in passing and Lucas snapped.

“Please! Please just- just stop,” his voice trailed off at the end of his sentence. He braced himself on your kitchen counter, head hanging between his shoulders. You got off your chair and stood next to him, hand on his back. “I don’t want to hear about you and him. Please.”

“Lucas-” you started but stopped when he whipped around, his eyes brimming with tears. He held your face in his hands, a few tears trickling down his cheek. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, a pained look on his face. You held his wrist, trying to sooth him.

Knocking your foreheads together, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You could leave him, you know,” he said quietly, “and come back to me.”

“Lucas-” you tried again, but he cut you off again, shaking his head with a tortured expression on his face.

“Be with me. Please. I lo- you know I care about you. And I know you care about me.” He went to kiss you, but he stopped himself. “Be mine again.” It was barely a whisper and you weren’t even sure you heard him right.

Your voice caught in your throat, thick with emotion, wanting to tell him that yes, you want to be with him. You wanted to break up with Jihoon and be with Lucas. That’s all you wanted. But Lucas spoke again before you had the chance. Knowing Lucas, you felt this was because he wasn’t ready to hear rejection. Even though that’s what you weren’t going say.

He composed himself, letting go of your face and wiping away his tears. “Just… just think about it, okay?” He left you there in the kitchen, and you watched the door of your apartment shut behind him.

It wasn’t easy, breaking up with Jihoon. He really was incredibly nice and maybe if you hadn’t been in love with Lucas, you would have stayed.

Jihoon was great, he understood that you weren’t feeling it. He cried, as you expected, and you comforted him, feeling guilty. He didn’t deserve this. Lucas didn’t deserve the pain you put him through either.

You left Jihoon’s place on good terms with him, which was more than you expected, and headed down the street, one place on your mind.

You knocked on Lucas’ door and he opened it, looking dejected, but livening up when he saw you. Before he could say anything, you asked, “any of your roommates home?”

He shook his head. “No, they just left-” Before he could finish, you pulled him into a tight embrace, crashing your lips together. His large hands moved to your back, holding you close.

“I want to be with you. Just you. I don’t want anybody else.”

He smiled and laughed breathlessly. It tugged at your heartstrings and you kissed him again before you cried. He slammed the door behind you, hiking your legs up around his waist, and carried you to his room.

Dropping you on his bed, he gave you a goofy smile. You reached to unbutton his shirt when he stopped you. “Before we… I just want you to know that I love you. It’s not just about sex for me. I really love you. And I want you. Forever.”

“I want that too,” you said. “I love you too, Lucas.” That was all he wanted to hear and he joined your lips together again, ecstatic.

Clothes were quickly removed and discarded around his room until the two of you were completely naked. You stared at each other for a few moments, gazing upon each other in a new light. When Lucas touched you, it was gentle, almost careful, his large palms skimming across the bare skin of your legs. He planted a kiss on the inside of your thigh. He continued his way up your thigh, across your stomach and your chest, and up your neck until he reached your lips.

Hands explored bodies, committing each and every curve and angle to memory. Each touch was gentle and you felt no hurry to rush the moment along. It was perfect and you never wanted it to end.

By the time Lucas had pushed himself inside you, you felt delirious with emotion. Ecstasy and an intimacy you had never felt before, and you had never felt more secure and at peace. Everything was right.

He braced himself on either side of your head, your foreheads touching as he rolling his hips against you. Lucas kissed you all over your face, your neck, leaving no spot untouched. You held onto his forearms as he thrusted in and out of you, looking into his deep brown eyes.

It wasn’t long before you reached your climax and Lucas’s hands slipped into yours, squeezing tightly, reassuring you. You came with a sob, crying into Lucas’ neck. He followed soon after, spilling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his back as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting. Reaching around, you held his face in your hands, brushing your lips together. “Mine,” you said. Lucas smiled.

“Yours. “

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Mr.Robot: Season 2 Episode 4

break-down / character analysis / head canons

(Spoilers obviously, but contains stuff up through end of season 4)

A: first scene

I love this scene a lot so I wrote a lot.

(The Memorial Day situation)

Elliot had been pen-testing, doing white-hat hacking for some wall-street gig. (Timeline= ?-May 2014)

He was on some type of project where he needed to hack until it was un-hackable. (Seemed dedicated to his job there)

Elliot is court ordered into anger management with a shrink (Krista) after being fired for destroying the servers. Hs he claims he was locked in there and fell asleep then woke up in a destroyed room. (I still suspect this retelling to be halfway unreliable even though it’s how it’s told at least twice in the show.)

This happened Memorial Day weekend. - night or around 5pm presumably - people wanted to go clubbing etc. and Elliot did not. They couldn’t leave because Elliot was working. (He didn’t care about them enough to let them go, or was just dedicated to his job you choose.)

2. (Job offering)

Elliot is offered to work at all-safe by Angela around this time (Halloween 2014) but it’s been months since he had been working so what was he doing?

A bunch of Grey-hat hacks to get shady people arrested? Seems he may have just finished one when Darlene arrived.

He sees some potential in accepting, because it a Trojan horse (both what you think it is and slang for a backdoor into a server network).

He’s been thinking about it, though we don’t know how long he’s been sitting on this offer. “the right access the right malware.” His plan is to take down Evil Corp (It’s the first time he’s voiced this, and Darlene doesn’t take him entirely serious at first.)

3. (Darlene and Elliot)

Darlene comes on halloween, she seems bothered by something that may have happened that night (if my timeline is right it could be she had a fight with Cisco because they should’ve still been together then) whatever it is Darlene feels she needs Elliots company that night.

This is the first mention of init-1 the code between her and Elliot. He tries to excuse himself when Darlene first answers, with an excuse he’s going out. Darlene picks up that this is half-assed, showing us that despite her being gone she knows her brother well. (It’s little things like these that give hints as to the hosts habits and how much they overlap with MM’s)

“Great Darlene, haven’t seen you in a long time either. I’d love to hang out.” Judging by the fact Elliot is just now telling Darlene he’s been fired we can assume the extent of there communication is pretty much zilch. Darlene has been away from the city for some time, but I’m not sure its ever mentioned how long.

Per tradition, they’re smoking weed while watching the careful massacre of the bourgeoise (1984). (Darlene is a talkative/hungry type of high and Elliot just chills... and maybe has deep philosophical conversations) This movie carries a lot of importance because it becomes symbolic of F-Society. It starts out with the masked man killing the bourgeoisie kids at a new years eve party, but I do wonder if thats the entire plot or not.

Darlene says several things about it:

(A) The movie was made to disprove meritocracy. (showing the separation of class through the absurd ways in which the characters act.)

(B) it was the source of their psychological dysfunction. (Probably because it’s x-rated, I think this line should only be taken as a joke)

In the dream sequence later in the episode Tyrell and Joanna are wearing similar outfits to the brother and sister in the movie (hinting how Elliot probably sees them)

We get clarification on Darlene having Panic attacks, this is something that has come up before. Elliot shows genuine concern for her mental well-being.

“Since when did pretending everything is okay become the all mighty norm?” *proceeds to act like that at the beginning of season 2*

Unlike Elliot, Darlene has a digital social life. Has instagram, and orders off postmates probably lives a normal life of a 23 year old who happens to be really smart and good at stuff. I definitely think all that go thrown in the trash the second f-society became more than just a what-if. By the beginning of season 1 she’s just as off the grid as Elliot is. (But like I just wanna see Darlene live her life again dammit.)

Sidenote: I wonder who this one is. Part of me wants to say this is Elliot the host, but I have my suspicions MM took over after Memorial Day, (or at the least started to front more often…). Though it does leave me asking why there are sudden amnesia barriers in the time leading up to 5/9. Fragment Krista says MM found it important to start messing with Elliots memories and his past and inadvertently this meant forgetting his sister? Was it a subconscious choice? I can’t confirm, but I still do wonder how much of Elliot we really see in flashbacks and how much of it is MM.

4. (“Do you talk to mom?”)

Dialogue: “No. You?” (“Fuck no, she still shits on dad every time I talk to her… I wish I remembered him better.”)

I don’t have a note really, but this moment is fairly awkward given what we know about Ed—d. Not sure how I read Elliot’s face here, but I think he’s probably on the same page as her because-

Elliot has kept the Mr.Robot jacket.

I believe this indicates the host and MM I think are (were) both protected from knowing about what their father did otherwise that shit would be trash. I wonder Does host Elliot also have the view of his father as his only friend? Anyway I definitely see this as a trigger for Robot, like, thats his clothes for one and ed—d is sort of the trauma he holds.

A switch definitely occurs once the mask is on. There’s an awkwardness where Darlene loses her laughter: does she know exactly what his disorder is? I think at the very least she suspects and picks up on these things. She knows that Elliot is forgetful and experiences moments of derealization because she’s dealt with those moments with him. They are siblings after all, and I think this scene is pretty much in here to hone that in.

Mr.Robot starts a whole speech about a plan to take down E-Corp. Elliot (in reference to everyone because I think this is a shared understanding) knows the hard part of this hack will be he fallout (“that’s the key, the follow through.”)

More indicators he’s been really thinking about this for a while (At the very least since Memorial Day so 6 months; at most since his dad got leukemia). He (Mr.Robot) works out that E-corp will try to come back from the hack and there needs to be a way to stop the from happening.

Destroy public confidence = destroy E-Corp (And this is what Darlene’s been shown doing this season so far)

He then takes off the mask and he’s gone quiet (dissociated?) Probably a switch back. (He looks at it in a way that makes me feel like he doesn’t remember putting it on.)

End scene.

B: Darlene’s visit

“The only way to patch a vulnerability is by exposing it first. The flip side is exposing the vulnerability leaves you open for an exploit.” (I believe this line tells us this episodes logic)

(Plan discussion.)

The plan involves losing confidence in e-corp and Elliot has lost confidence in the plan. (though we are aware phase 2 isn’t necessarily just about losing public confidence, Elliot is later shown to not want this either). He sees it as too dangerous to continue on with, and he feels guilty about it given how Gideon was killed, he doesn’t want more people to die.

However, I feel as if he probably already saw into all the vulnerabilities (because he’s like that). Already figuring they could be exposed (hence danger). He sees the best option would be to quit while they can, but Darlene is refusing.

“What did you guys think was going to happen exactly?” - Darlene referring to Elliot as plural. (We love to see it)

Elliot says it wasn’t him who said everything. (Clarification that a switch did happen in scene 1.)

2. (“This is what she does”)

What does darlene do?

Likely: When she wants something but doesn’t give full honesty about it and doesn’t tell Elliot everything. In other words Darlene keeps secrets, and hides the important bothersome details. She sort of beats around the bush. (She does something like this in scene 1 she needs Elliots company but won’t talk about or say why then avoids confrontation of her mental health)

She’s doing it here not so much for her own comfort but the safety of her brother, because she knows he has vulnerabilities, and can be triggered and emotionally unstable. She doesn’t want to upset him because she needs him to help her and he can’t do that in an unstable state.

C: Chess

1. (Meeting with Ray to play chess)

Chess isn’t really the focus here; Ray picks up on a lot of conflict happening internally, and as an exploit to get Elliot to trust him gives the chess board over.

We see how guilt is burdening Elliot, and he is considering owning up to everything he did. Even mentions how it could stop Darlene from doing “crazy shit”. He doesn’t want to lose her either; or lose any more people for that matter. Losing people was not a part of saving the world he signed up for. There’s also guilt in general because of 5/9 because things are turning out bad.

I’m fairly convinced Mr.Robot is incapable of feeling guilt, or is just hiding it behind the 10 layers of clothes. (Though I guess he’s never met Gideon so why should he care?). Anyway he is consistently focused on seeing everything through no matter the costs.

I just find Mr.Robot coming in and saying he’d swan dive off a building for saying anything pretty funny (don’t ask)

He exaggerates a lot of the time but honestly sometimes he is dead serious about putting the body in pain or in life and death scenarios and so he can be fairly destructive so it’s hard to tell if he is joking, but hey MM (and to my hc host) does hard drugs, so...

2. (A game to end all games between us)

“Winner takes all.” (“Of what?”) “Us.”

(Mr.Robot really do be like “I’mma kill you or myself” Bitch I do not think..)

Robot says Elliot “will be absent from knowing. Losing time forever. A deep black void.” Basically he’s gonna throw him in a pit. And honestly it sounds confident, like he probably feels he can take full control since he’s been around the longest along with the core. (But we know he wouldn’t do it even if he could, the guy has a soft spot. Anyway this is like the IDK what number of times Robot be doing a loop around to get a point across to Elliot. He do be playing the long game and I think secretly he loves a good scheme.) (This is what Mr.Robot does.)

Elliot gets visited by Krista in prison and has told her about the game. (Judging by the fact they meet in her ‘office’ and not in the “Kitchen table” setting we can assume they’re allowed to meet in a private location.) (Edit: disregard this bit I forgot about the reveal that he’d just imagining it on like two separate layers to feel safe enough to speak)

“Krista’s wrong annihilation is always the answer” (He’s just as bad honestly, Krista teach this boy constructive ways). He sees annihilation as self improvement, getting rid of parts of yourself that are ugly or unwanted. We create our identity around desire, and that means destroying parts that are undesirable so all thats left is practically a mask of who we are. (I think the tie into Whiterose through this spill about annihilation is a bit cheap but like I understand the choice) Anyhow Elliot’s pretty much agreeing to a western showdown and has no idea it’s all a rouse so Robot can have his point.

4. The chess match

Ed—d apparently taught Elliot his first ways to code through teaching him computer chess. He talks like he really understands all the logic of chess which makes me think he was letting Ray win before.

Mr.Robot definitely feels a bit uncomfortable with being associated with him just a hint in his voice.

Ultimately they find out neither of them can either win or lose but Mr.Robot knew all along that would happen.

“Fighting for the future we want, it isn’t about playing chess is about what we do out there with them.” (peaking out of his ten layers to show he cares about the outside world, while also expressing how they need to get out of prison.)

“I want to be here Elliot, with you.” (God my heart.)

D: Darlene and Cisco’s hook up

Darlene is very paranoid while walking around, she isn’t sure if F-society really are being offed. However in front of F-society she tries to comfort their suspicions.

Cisco comes to Darlene to warn her about getting killed by DA… but he’s the one who ultimately gets offed. (Poetic cinema)

We learn Darlene’s the type to get upset and defiantly end up having sex in the bathroom of a shady dive bar with her on and off again boyfriend (also Cisco why didn’t you pull out before talking about Dark Army again, like dude lol.)

This is definitely the point they start getting back together.

There a message in gold written on the wall that reads “There's an unequal amount of good and bad in most things. The trick is to figure out the ratio and act accordingly. Stay frosty all. Peace.” - its from this tweet: x

Operation Berenstain is first mentioned. I’m in agreement the name references the popular conspiracy about alternate timelines.

E: Leon lays it down

Leon asks Elliot if he wants to even be here, tells him he “has to dream in order to find out the future he’s fighting for.” (My initial though is I’m not sure if this means here as in prison or here as in alive, sorta feels like the latter)

“If you like it” (The future you envision) “then it’s beautiful, if it’s not then you might as well fade the fuck out right now.” (Hard) (definitely means the latter)

I appreciate Leon so much. “Existence could be beautiful or it could be ugly. But thats on you.” He’s really good for Elliot, really no bs, no loop arounds, he just tells it straight. And you know what? He listens to him because he actually goes to bed dreaming about it.

“What is the future? Leon says one needs to understand that before they’re ready to fight for their existence.”

This dream sequence is so impactful, Leon’s influence. I’m not gonna go in on the shots, however we do get to see a really honest view on how Elliot truly sees the people that have been a part of his life in a variety of subtle ways. We see a lot of what he desires or seeks is happiness for everyone around him.

“Will I reconnect for those I care for. Will I reunite with old friends long gone. See the ones I love find true happiness. Maybe this future includes people I never dreamed of getting close to. Even make amends with those I have unfairly wronged. A future that’s not so lonely. A future filled with friends and family. The world I’ve always wanted. And I’d like very much to fight for it.”

I bold texted that last bit because it really hits, and I think its what becomes the foundations for what Elliot ends up saying to Whiterose at the end. Not to pull a Darlene but this show is clearly trying to say how hard it is to find connection in a world of capitalist alienation.

When Leon sort of digs into Elliot and asks if he really does want to die. Elliot’s dream confirms, no, we find out Elliot actually wants to live in order to improve the future, and he wants connections to be there. It’s what he’s always wanted. (Yet he still does the end all match right after this sequence because he’s convinced he’ll win and get that future on his own. Both these boys are very stubborn.)

F: Do you remember the first command you ever taught me?

Init 1.

What Elliot taught Darlene when her computer kept crashing. She says this in scene one, and its what makes Elliot stop making excuses. The same thing happens here, Elliot has no choice but to help. Thats what the code between them means: Drop everything and help me.

What is it? Init 1 is a run level in linux which indicates a single-user/emergency mode. Streamlining the route to only the root, while disconnecting from the network or multitasker. Used for administrative tasks.

Elliot has to stop the FBI from owning f-society and the only way to do that is by using Ray’s computer. (fuck Ray btw). Just to make sure, he asks Darlene is he is really needed by her or if she wants Robot. I think he needed the reassurance that Darlene still cares (and of course she does).

The second part of the title is .Asec - android files preventing corruption from other programs. So the whole title translates to roughly; Help prevent corruption. And a nod to the way of doing it through hacking into the FBI android phone network. (These titles are genius and have so many layers)

G. Side stuff

1. The FBI have found Fun Society LLC through Dom. I love Dom but idk how I feel about her in these early episodes. She is a fairly good detective though. I think Romero’s character being linked to stealing power from the grid is a nod to the novel Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. Ellison touches on social and intellectual issues faced by the African Americans in the early twentieth century. Also I noticed Dom’s supervisor is there and he’s already seen trying to sway the direction away from uncovering he truth.

2. On that note so is Angela. I think we’re intentionally supposed to be annoyed with her because she’s staying at E-Corp even though she knows she’s being manipulated.

“All of my dreams are coming true right now.” - as the bastard guys are being arrested. Not to say this slapped but it did.

We find out Whiterose and Price are in bed together on this thing and this has something to do with Angela and the plant negotiations in the lawsuit. On the phone Whiterose is fussy about moving her operation to the Congo quickly. (lets not try to reason how this plan of hers all works or what the hell it even is). Things are awkward knowing that Price is Angela’s dad, I can’t tell if he’s actually getting close because he wants to know his daughter or if its purely out of getting her around he and Whiterose’s fingers. (both? both.)

In any case I think Esmail sets up the Angela as a counter vulnerability within the main plot, as she’s being open to exploitation by remaining at E-Corp. (refer to the logic set-up)

3. I don’t care for Joanna’s appearance in this episode but she’s running out of money to pay of this guy who has information that could frame Tyrell for murder and is still seeing this guy she definitely hates or likes him but doesn’t love him. Complicated. She needs the severance package to pay this guy off. Tyrell is another vulnerability but he’s undercover.

H. Head canons I thought of while watching

If Elliot hadn’t opened the door when he did Darlene would’ve picked the locks.

Darlene’s go to is always some type of asian food.

The weed is Elliots but the Bowl is Darlenes.

We see coats on the wall hooks in Elliots room, but I think the likes the cold because its grounding so he usually leaves without one on.

When Robot is high (on weed) he just talks like nonstop.

Not a head canon really but I notice Elliot never uses the backrests in chairs. However Robot becomes the chair he is the chair.

Darlene stopped going to dance classes after the hack, I think Angela has also stopped going.

Leons favorite subjects are philosophy and history

#mr robot #eps2.2_init1.asec #as promised I made it look nice to post #I also added a bunch of stuff because I felt like it #This is not comprehensive by any means lol #if this doesn't appear in the tags ...

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ੈ♡˳ high school senior!hyuck + soccer player!hyuck all in one!!!!

ps - the high school that i’m basing off their high school is mine, which is an international american curriculum high school that has like . a very small hs population.

a lovable and troublemaker senior who interacts quite a lot w his underclassmen — a bit too much than what’s probably considered necessary

he’s always been loud n friendly even before senior year but for some reason it? sky-rocketed?

u would expect seniors to stop tryin to make friends n stuff because they’ll have to leave for college at the end of the year nyways……

but NOPE

donghyuck’s a whole other species so he. .

makes friends .

A Lot of them

some of them r accidental on the other person’s part

there was this one time where hyuck forgot his pencil case and he was asking around

and some guy in junior year was like Here u go!!!!give it back to me after school or smth :)

as promised,, donghyuck Forgot to give it to him after school but he DID give it back the morning after w a bunch of teabags

donghyuck: some tea 2 relieve ur stress! also !!!!!!! U r invited to my bday party :)

donghyuck: and my future wedding

donghyuck :D

junior: Whjat

hyuck’s that one senior who somehow knows everyone’s names?

he’s crazy

the type to say people’s names whenever he converses w them

he does it to seem closer nd to put them at ease? in a way?

has a unique handshake w 75% of the high school population

how does he remember all of that

muscle memory???????? who knows at this point

someone raised their hand during class and he flinched in his seat because he Really Wanted To Do The Handshake w them

he wouldn’t call it popularity, how a lot of people know him

“they’re just . familiar w me,” he would tell jeno

“that’s called popularity u idiot”

“n . No”

it takes him a while to let it sink in that he IS popular but he still doesnt like to call himself that since he thinks it’s awkward nd a lil off-puttinng

so he just calls himself annoying in the end lmao

“i realized,” he rells renjun one day, “that i’m most likely the most annoying senior ever. more than mark was, even, and that’s saying a lot!”

renjun hums to show that he’s listening when, really, he’s not

“it’s the perfect plan,” donghyuck continues. “i get all of them to love me this year, and when i leave, the entire secondary school will have no choice but to mourn my absence—“

“was that your plan all along?” jaemin interjects with a laugh

“of course not. the kids love me without me having to try much. but it’s a pretty good plan! i could pass it down to chenle, or something.”

renjun later tells chenle to continue to never listen to hyuck

chenle, although puzzled, agrees

hyuck’s in varsity boys’ soccer as midfield

what u would call a hidden leader

was originally appointed captain by the coach but turned it down almost immediately

Hates disappointing people

especially people who are depending and relying on him

he isn’t sure he’s ready for that much weight, being an official leader

however when the ream found out he turned down the position of captain, they made him vice-captain next to sunwoo

donghyuck: “i won but at what cost”

mood maker of the team

screams a lot on the bench in the times when he’s pulled from the field to take a break

“U GO FELIX”

“LOOK AT MY BOYS GO!?!??!?!?!”

“OOF them THIGHS”

“JEEOOONNGGGIIIIINNNN that’s my little boy. Wow. i think im tearing up”

does this not only in games but in practices !

hes quite a chatterbox

please shut him up

i’m kidding please don’t

“look alive guys!!!!!! last one to run ladders buys sushi!!!!!!”

usually ends upbeing the last one

he says he does it on purpose

he’s lying he hates running ladders

“SPREAD OUT I NEED YALL LIKE A SMOOTH LAYER OF BUTTER ON TOAST! THAT MEANS NOT CLUMPED!”

he joked that if it weren’t for soccer, he’d be on the cheer squad

won mvp in junior year and the sportsmanship award for three years running

NOT ONLY DID HE WIN SOME SPORTS AWARDS.......

HHE ALSO WO N!!!!!!!!the hearts of the middle school boys’ soccer team

it’s because he’s the coach assistant during the ms soccer season

he started coaching in his freshman year

surprisingly gets shy when the boys, in all their wide-eyed awe n wonder, call him Coach Donghyuck

“nnnnnnnNNNNNOOOO O OO O Dont say that call me hyuck instead omg plwase. NO SIAN DONT CALL ME COACJ NO”

to hyuck’s confusion and jaemin’s pure delight, hyuck’s managed to steal the hearts of the middle school girls’ soccer team as well??

he took some chopsticks from the school cafeteria because he forgot his own at home

when he finished eating lunch, he didn’t want to go all the way to the tray drop-off since it was so far from where he and the dreamies sat

and renjun’s being more annoying than usual that day and is purposely making hyuck to hurry the HECK up so that they could do some modern language homework

of course, hyuck is lazy and doesn’t want to walk that far, renjun, gosh dan g it

so he goes to a middle school girl he’s had a few random, short convos with in his bus and... .. .

“hi louise! is it okay if i place my chopsticks here for you to take it to the tray drop-off?”

the young girl startles but at the sight of donghyuck, she smiles brightly. “oh, hi, coach!”

her greeting sparks up excited hi’s and hello’s from the other girls that donghyuck acknowledges with a smile of his own

(he doesn’t bother correcting them about the title)

(he knows that no matter how many times he’ll gently scold them into not calling him coach, they’ll still persist without fail)

(so he takes it in, albeit reluctantly and with his ears turning red every time)

“that’s totally fine!” louise says.

“thaaank you!” he sings, placing it neatly beside her plate. “you’re the best. see you in practice!”

and honestly

the reason why the middle school girls love him is because he stayed after school to study one day

and when he was done, he watched one of their games that was on the home field

he was on the sidelines shouting encouragements and generally just . Screaming his lungs out

you could probably imagine how the opponent team wa s thoroughly confused as to who the boy was and why exactly he was shrieking bloody murder

after the team won, he walked over to their team huddle and, after asking permission of their coach, gave them high fives and praised them and gave them light-hearted pointers before giving them a huge HUGE smile

yeah

apparently that’s enough to have a whole armada of boys and girls willingly take your chopsticks to the tray drop-off after lunch

he likes to brag about it every once in a while

anyways hyuck is just

a really good and nice senior

who the underclassmen respect and appreciate lots

when the seniors graduate, hyuck hides his tears by laughing so much

like it’s kind of concerning how much he’s laughing renjun thinks the boy’s going to choke on his spit at this point hyuck please sto p laughign

NOTHING FUNNY IS EVEN HAPPENING HYUKC PELAS E

like hyuck started laughing when the closing speech of the graduation ceremony begun

the boys thought it was because he probably farted or heard someone else fart since he was trying so hard not to make a sound

liek all you could hear coming from hyuck was wheezing and little hiccups

and jaemin, who was sitting next to him, had to pinch hyuck’s thigh constantly with how violently he’s shaking with silent laughter

hyuck was covering his face the entire time and jaemin, widely grinning, finally pried his hands away

only his grin slowly wavered when he saw the other boy’s face

jaemin: “oh”

renjun: “what do you mean oh? the teachers are looking at us, we might not even be able to graduate if he keeps laughing, shut him u—”

there wwere tears staining hyuck’s cheeks and snot was basically running down his nose and he was laughing like a maniac and oh no, he’s losing it, renjun get tissues, what the actual HEK

the closing speech ended with a new tissue box emptied and a tissue rolled up into hyuck’s left nostril

the others were crying, too, but they were smiling

jisung approached them with wet eyes and the same awkward stance where he keeps his hands clasped in front of him and hyuck tearfully joked that he looked like That Meme and made jisung cry instead of laugh and chenle started laughing because of it but ended up crying too

HAHAHAH THE SE BBOYS BEIN CRYBABIES (imcrygin too at the thought of this i love ht em. s o mmmcuhhchl)

hyuck couldn’t help but pull the dreamies into a hug before he gets swallowed by their arms, affections, and surprisingly, their smooches

“ABOUT TIME Y’ALL PUNKS RETURNED MY LOVE”

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Rooftop Escape - 1/1 | westallen fanfiction

For @cbsnforeverandalways - Sry it’s a day late! And congratulations again on graduating from college!!! That’s so awesome! I’m so proud of you! And i hope you enjoy your story!!! <3 :D

(Side note: It’s been a while since I’ve written something that didn’t qualify as Mature, lol. Hope you all still like it.)

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Synopsis: HS!AU - Barry helps Iris get away from bullies by taking her to his own hideaway spot.

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The noise of some snickering and crude remarks made Barry look up from his locker. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard them, and it wouldn’t be the last, but his righteous anger on behalf of the targeted individual never wavered. Iris West was beautiful, smart, and friendly. The only issue Tony apparently had with her was that she was new and didn’t have an interest in him at all. His annoyance at that fact had gotten his friends to gang up on her too, and their friends by extension, till it seemed that everyone aside from Barry side-eyed her when she walked by or talked over her when she tried to say something.

He should say something, and he knew that, but he also had his fair share of history with Tony Woodward, who’d come down on him for more legitimate reasons – Barry being smarter than him and with a ganglier stature. Until he had the stomach to verbally harass Tony, an escape route would have to be his best bet.

He shut his locker, abandoning his backpack inside of it for the time being, and stalked towards them.

“Hey, Iris!”

His voice was cheerful, but there was also urgency in it, which Iris’ panicked face registered.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

He reached his hand out to her and she was inches away from clasping her fingers over his when Tony tried to intervene.

“Watch your step, Allen. The lady and I weren’t finished yet.”

Barry held his breath, then took the plunge.

“I think you were.”

Just as Tony pulled his arm back for a punch, Barry ducked, grabbed Iris’ hand and ran with her down the hall. They ran around several corners and up stairwell after stairwell, the footsteps of the bullies just behind them, when Barry finally pulled her with him into what appeared to be a closet, and then swiftly shut the door behind them.

They could hear the bullies running past them down the hall, presumably giving up and then heading back downstairs.

Barry and Iris breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks,” Iris said, her voice almost a whisper.

“No problem.” He smiled shakily.

“You come here often?” she joked, looking at the cleaning supplies around them.

“No, not really. Not for a while, at least.” He licked his lips, his eyes dropping to hers for a moment before she caught him. “Hey, can I uh…can I show you something? Take you someplace?”

She blinked, then her eyes softened, and she smiled.

“My hero’s secret lair?”

He blushed at the word ‘hero,’ grateful she couldn’t see him very well in the dark room.

“Something like that.”

She squeezed his hand she suddenly realized she was still holding.

“Sure.”

A sliver of light appeared as Barry opened the door again, and Iris squinted her eyes as it streamed in. They blinked rapidly when they were out in the hall again, though thankfully no one else was around.

“Okay, this way.”

Iris had to work to keep up with him, but he never even tried to let go of her hand, so that helped. After two more sets of staircases, the latter one shorter and darker, Barry opened a door and Iris caught her breath in her throat.

“Is this…?”

“The rooftop, yep,” he said, a grin in his voice.

“Of the school?” she gawked, walking onto the cement.

“Mhmm.” He chuckled. “Best part is no one can really see you until you get closer to the edge. Like, maybe three to five feet away from it. So, if you ever need to get away from somebody – a bully, for instance – this is the place to go.”

Iris spun around to face him, having wandered a bit across the roof to take in the view.

“This is your spot? From when you-”

“Got bullied, yeah.” He tried to laugh it off. “I still do sometimes, but for different reasons.”

“Oh, yeah?” She raised an eyebrow, walking back towards him. “What are your reasons?”

“Well, I’m a Class A nerd for one, way smarter than Tony Woodward, which he’ll never admit to.”

She smirked. “What else?”

“I’m gangly.”

Her hand flew over her mouth as she tried and failed to stifle her giggles.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead, laugh away,” he said, as if he’d been prepared for her reaction. But he still turned away as his cheeks turned a bright red. “I couldn’t bench press you in a million years.”

Iris got herself under control, then smoothed down her skirt and cleared her throat.

“Not every girl needs to be bench-pressed, Barry.”

He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

“Definitely not me,” she said.

“No?”

She folded her arms.

“Do I look like someone who is dying to be held up in the air with one hand? Or even two?”

He turned all the way around.

“No, I guess not.”

She held her hand out to him, and he returned to her and took it, nervous now because there was no reason for them to be holding hands.

Iris hesitated, then took his other hand and looked up into his eyes, holding her breath for a moment more before taking the plunge.

“I like you, Barry.”

His mouth fell open.

“Y-Yeah?” he finally managed; his voice raspy. Then he blinked and shook himself out of his reverie. “I mean, of course you do. I’m a nice person.” She raised an eyebrow. “Thank you,” he added, for good measure.

Laughter burst out of her, but she got it under control much quicker this time.

“You are nice,” she agreed. “The only person nice to me right now, really.”

His heart sank at that sad reality. “I wish that wasn’t true, Iris.”

“But you’re more than nice,” she pushed forward, determined to get her point across. “You’re also very smart, which you said, aaaand… you’re cute.” She winked, then avoided his gaze when his eyes went wide.

Barry’s heart leapt into his throat. All breathing stopped entirely, and heat made its permanent residence in his face.

“You…uh…you think I’m cute?”

Her eyelashes fluttered when she looked up at him.

“Is that bad?” she asked shyly.

He gawked. “No! Not at all. I’m just… surprised. No one’s ever thought I was cute before.” He paused. “Well, except my mom. But she calls me beautiful.” He wrinkled his nose.

She laughed again and dropped one of his hands to pull him to a cement block in the middle of the roof and sit down.

“Did your mom want a girl?” she asked, taking a seat beside him.

He shrugged. “She’s never said anything, but I think there might’ve been a miscarriage.”

Iris’ eyes went wide. “Why do you say that?”

He rubbed his arm distractedly.

“She was really sad for like a year when I was thirteen. My dad said she was just emotional over me growing up so fast, but I heard her cry at night sometimes. I never said anything.” He looked into Iris’ sad, worrisome eyes. “Moms don’t cry because they think their babies are growing up too fast.”

“I’m sorry, Barry,” she said softly.

He shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s been almost two years since that happened.” He tried to laugh.

She took his hand and threaded her fingers between his.

“I have a little brother. He’s 10 now,” she paused. “And a pain in my ass.” She leaned towards him and whispered conspiratorially, “Sometimes I wish he was a girl.”

Laughter bubbled out of him and the twinkle returned to his eyes. Relief washed over her.

“I like you, too, Iris,” he admitted honestly.

“Yeah?” she asked, giddy now and scooting closer so their legs brushed against each other.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, looking down into her eyes, getting lost in them as he tended to do. “Pretty much from the second I saw you.”

“But you didn’t even know me!” she protested. “How could you know…”

“I just had a feeling,” he said.

Iris held her breath, certain her knees would’ve given out on her if she’d still been standing. Her eyes lowered to his lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them with her own, until she finally forced her gaze back to those beautiful green eyes of his.

“Are you going to kiss me, Barry?” she whispered.

He gulped. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“Me either.” She licked her lips.

He could hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears.

“You want me to be your first?”

“I was, uh…kinda hoping we could do it more than once.”

He gulped. “Iris…”

She reached up and latched her hand on the collar of his shirt, tugging gently to encourage him, even though she was certain she was more a bundle of nerves than he was. She’d never been this forward in her life.

But Barry responded as she’d hoped, leaning down far enough so their noses brushed and then tilting his head so their lips could press against each other’s.

“How was that?” he whispered, raising his head an inch away, maybe more.

“Not enough,” she said, then pulled him down for another kiss.

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #for cbsnforeverandalways #HS!AU #teen!westallen

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flying-elliska · 5 years

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HS Reunion AU pt. 3/?

Heyyy I know we thrive on pain here ^^ but if you want a break maybe for a minute, here’s some more incredibly wish-fulfill-y fluff. They’re all thriving adults (for the most part), the reunion starts and Daphne has a surprise !

SAMEDI 17:44

The day of the reunion dawns bright and sunny. They’ve just spent a lazy morning in bed, enjoying each other, only getting up after noon. Lucas promised his husband that this time would be for them, so he kept his itching fingers away from any keyboards or screens. Eliott made crepes with melted chocolate, deliciously decadent. They curled up together on their big couch, read, watched a weird documentary about deminer rats, and rearranged their utility closet. Lucas's still surprised about all the things they’d managed to lose in there, including four different brooms, one of Eliott’s best lenses hidden in an empty cereal box (why), a bag of onions that had taken on a life of their own, and an album of honeymoon photos they’d completely forgotten existed, maybe because it was the one where they both sported completely sunburnt noses after going off trail for a week in Nepal and looked like a pair of molting lobsters.

The reunion is at 18. They will be having dinner in the old foyer, before going to party on a rented boat on the Seine. Lucas parks the car a few blocks away. He really wants them to have a little time to breathe and enjoy the sun before the madness starts.

It's a gorgeous early summer day, with a little breeze deflecting the heat and sunlight glittering on the water. It’s incredibly thrilling still for some reason, walking hand in hand with his husband along the Canal St Martin, this close to their old school.

Eliott can’t stop grinning at him either. He looks like a vision in his tight black turtleneck, camel longcoat swung over his shoulder, hair as wild as ever. His eyes are intense and full on mischievous, in a way that really does something to Lucas’ underbelly feelings.

“Hey, so...things are heating up between you and that girl Chloe, huh ?”

Lucas rolls his eyes. Of course he would go there, the asshole.

“Yeah, she’s incredible. Woman of my life. Might ask her to marry me in the fall. I always wanted a honeymoon in Bali”

“Bali, hm ? That’s cute. Are you sure she’s the one, though ?”

“Yes absolutely. She ticks all my boxes ! I mean, she’s such a ...female woman ! She even has breasts and everything ! I think. It’s amazing. Everything I need right there.”

Eliott laughs out loud. Lucas loves that sound more than anything else in the world, and the fact that they can joke easy now about their earlier jealousies and mistakes feels very healing.

“Love at first sight, then.”

“Oh you know how it is, girl bumps into boy once, it must be true love.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Are you talking about yourself now ?”

Eliott raises his eyebrows in a way that makes Lucas blush, then stops and pulls him closer, until their noses almost touch.

“I don’t know, do you have any boxes left for me to tick ? Or are you all ticked out ? Are you sure your boxes are being ticked appropriately ?”

“Oh, okay, we’re playing it like that, dirty talk in the street ? I don’t remember that part.”

“Why don’t we make up for lost time ?”

“Wait, don’t you have an imaginary girlfriend, too ?”

“Nah. I’m not even playing at that.”

“Well then, you can tick my boxes anytime.”

Eliott smiles and wraps his arms around Lucas’ head, drawing him into a passionate kiss, unhurried and slow, that tastes like minty toothpaste and cigarettes. They have all the time in the world. Lucas thinks of his teenage self, who’d yearned for this so fervently even as the idea of holding another man’s hand in the street terrified him, and he kind of wants to do a victory dance on the spot.

A few seconds or maybe minutes later, someone coughs loudly next to them. History repeats, apparently, but thankfully with better timing.

“Well, I see you two are still as disgustingly in love as ever.”

Emma is standing in front of them, an amused expression on her face. She looks good, if a little jet lagged - hair in a pixie cut, tanned, bag slung over her shoulder, looking as carefree and adventurous as ever. Lucas moves to hug her as if they’d last seen each other last week.

“Glad to see you made it.”

“Daphne would have reached across two entire oceans to kick my ass if I didn’t. And you know, I figured my family might like to see me, accessorily. And you, still can’t get you past the Périphérique, I see ?”

“That’s a gross overexaggeration. We toured half the world for our honeymoon.”

“And let me guess, you’ve been shackled to your desks ever since ? Well, at least you’re rocking the “just rose from my coffin” look together.”

“Oh, sorry, not all of us want to look like Australian beef jerky.”

They fall easily into bickering the rest of the way, insulting each other in a friendly manner. It really is like old times. The place hasn’t changed much, except for a lot more vegetation in the courtyard. Seeing it evokes a tangled knot of complicated feelings in him. They haven’t been back since graduation, really. When they’ve reached the gate, Eliott holds Lucas back for a moment, taking both his hands. Lucas can feel his husband is nervous.

“You know, say the magic word and we’re out of there in a second, okay ?”

Eliott leans forward muffles his laugh in Lucas’ collar.

“How is this worse than Cannes, seriously ?"

"I almost wish there were paparazzi now, as distraction."

"Let's pretend there are and put our game faces on, then."

Eliott laughs again and ruffles through Lucas' hair, who protests but lets him do it. He always does.

From across the courtyard, he sees Manon come toward them.

She looks better than the last time he saw her, when she was fresh from her breakup with some hotshot war reporter. He loves this woman, truly, that's his sister right there, but god he wishes for her own sake she’d grow out of her taste for passionate, moody assholes. And it's not the first time, nor the last, he feels he will have to help her pick up the pieces. But that's okay. She's always been there in his most difficult times.

And now she's there, standing tall, wrapped in a designer coat, rocking her signature red lipstick even though there are bags under her eyes and he knows this is the look she wears when she's pretending to be okay. He realizes then one of his goals tonight will be to make sure nobody bothers her about her love life. She's an amazingly accomplished woman. That's all anybody needs to know.

Eliott gives her an extra long hug. Those are the best thing in the world, and his husband has always been intuitive about these things. Good.

Together, they move towards the foyer.

Their old haunt is completely gone - the mural, their ratty old couch, all the things they'd painstakingly gathered together. The space has been merged with another room and is twice as large. Then again, it makes it possible to fit in enough tables, which might not have been possible back then. Their old beat down furniture has been cleared to make room for lush greenery and designer sofas, uncannily clean for a high school. It's been lavishly decorated too, with a banner, pastel streamers and golden balloons. In front of the window there is a buffet full of all sorts of drinks, salads and cakes. It's definitely too much for this type of occasion but then again. Daphne.

When they enter the room, heads turn, and the gazes aimed their way are a bit too curious and insistent for his taste. Well, they did end up being one of the most dramatic squads in their year, in the end, it was to be expected but...It’d better be admiration for his on-his-way to famous husband, and nothing else, because if he’s grown out of one thing, it’s suffering fools. He feels both Eliott and Manon’s grip on his arms tighten.

A very enthusiastic Daphne appears out of thin air in front of them, as if on wheels. She looks like she stepped out of the pages of a magazine, baby blue dress, hair carefully plaited with little glass flowers, as peppy as ever. She welcomes them, kisses all of their cheeks and then directs them to their table, where they find little calligraphied tags to their names in the plates, before storming off again.

Their table is already half-full. Arthur is there, in a crisp suit, accompanied by a posh, bored looking brunette. He is pointedly not talking to Basile, sitting next to him. Lucas sighs internally. He'd really hoped that was over. Basile is accompanied by a vaguely bird-faced woman, who is wearing the exact same disastrous color scheme as him, brown and bright green and red. And then there's Imane, looking impeccable in her deep red scarf and elegant black dress, and her husband Yousef, in deep conversation. Finally, to round it off, there's two random people Lucas already feels sorry for.

They all greet each other. It's a little awkward. He's happy seeing Imane and Yousef though. It's been a while, what with their little daughter and Imane's company getting off the ground and his own crazy schedule.

Lucas gets a text from Yann saying he's going to be late. Basile launches into an explanation of his latest crowdfunding project, something about an app and cryptocurrency that barely registers. The room slowly fills up. Arthur talks about his family company's ventures into the South Asian market. Lucas slowly starts feeling like he wants to jump into the Seine. He didn't come here to witness how boring his friends have become and how adulthood is descending on them to make them into pre-mummified copies of their parents. He thinks he'd almost rather go back to hear college age Basile brag about all his conquests in graphic detail. Almost. And he can feel his husband tensing up next to him; he knows how much Eliott hates speaking about his work archievements, that it always feels like bragging to him, that he wants the work to talk for itself.

Thankfully, this is the moment Alexia chooses to make her entrance. Far from toning herself down, she's only become more colorful and boisterous over the years. Hair bubblegum pink, in a dress marked with a giant golden thunderbolt, she makes all heads turn in her direction. Lucas used to think she was a little obnoxious, to be honest, but she's like a breath of fresh air now. She plops into a chair at their table and immediately launches a debate about the worst part of the new foyer and if they could donate another paper toilet rolls sculpture. It's a relief from everyone posturing about their jobs. Although honestly, Alexia's probably the most successful of all of them. He can never wrap his head around what she does exactly, except that it involves millions of online followers, sponsorships in the US, dancing videos with cats and her own shoeline.

Eliott leaves and comes back with drinks for the both of them. They clink their craft beer bottles against each other and Eliott leans down to whisper in his ear :

"Too bad they took away our couch"

Lucas snorts.

"Fuck no, that thing was a health hazard when we were here already, can you imagine after ten years ?"

"I don't know, I mean. It could have been fun to recreate some memories after everyone leaves." Lucas chokes on his beer. If Eliott is trying to distract him, it's surely working.

Across the table he can see Arthur's date look at them with a contemptuous glance on her face. The woman exhudes as much fun as a bag of frozen broccoli. Petty, he plants a sloppy kiss on Eliott's cheek. If they've earned one thing, it's the right to not worry about what people think of their PDA, goddamn.

Daphne arrives at their table and sits down, slightly out of breath.

"Hey guys ! I'm so happy you are all here ! It's been a while, huh ? I have a surprise for everyone later, I hope you will all participate, I'm counting on you !"

For a moment Lucas is terrified she's going to quiz them on their lives or force them into some sort of weird bonding exercise. Then he sees the look on Basile's face and realizes they have worse issues to worry about. F*cking hell, they dated for a few months ten years ago, and he's still looking at her like she hung the moon, and right in front of his girlfriend too. It took him years to get over her, they were gross the first time, and if Basile does something stupid it's going to take the awkwardness levels from slightly unpleasant to excruciating for the rest of the evening.

Then a tall, beautiful woman with dark skin and long tresses comes toward their table, effortlessly elegant in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She puts her hand on Daphne's shoulder.

"Hey babe, sound's all set up."

Daphne blushes up to her ears.

"Hey everyone, uh. This is Sam. She's my work partner and also. Uh. She's going to be my wife."

The table erupts into shouts of congratulations, surprise and joy. Manon hugs Daphne, Basile's expression falls to the floor, and Alexia claps her hands laughing. Lucas isn't surprised, but he is proud. For a long time, Daphne was even deeper in denial than he was. And Sam looks awesome.

Lucas exchanges a smile with his husband. Maybe coming to this reunion was worth it after all.

#skam france #elu #lucas x eliott #my fic #hs reunion au #every time i write 'his husband' it's adding two years to my life i swear #yeah lucas is a little bit of a workaholic in this one #lesbian daphne forever #captain holt voice 'nothing is more intoxicating than the clear absence of a p*nis"#skam france fic

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thenamesseven · 5 years

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Warnings: Rough sex scene down below :3

Even though you got out of bed determined to stay awake to wait for Jaebum’s arrival, as soon as you had placed the warm blanket over your tired body and rested your head against the small mountain of pillows you had done your eyelids became extremely heavy.

At first you just tried to keep yourself awake just looking around, thinking about some chores you would have to do the next day and trying to mentally organize your day but that wasn’t too effective since you caught yourself falling asleep a couple of times. Then, feeling a bit frustrated with yourself, you turned on the television but when you didn’t find anything interesting enough to watch you quickly turned it back off. Your last hope had been using your phone and getting yourself distracted with all your social media but like all the other things you had previously tried, it didn’t work at all.

Fate just seemed to not want you to wait for Jaebum tonight but you still had this feeling that made you feel guilty for laying there all comfortably with Jackson without him, it wasn’t letting you relax completely so you just decided to trust your intuition and wait for him.

Almost two hours had passed, it was around 3 am when you were walking out of the bathroom and heard the tingling of Jae’s keys unlocking the door. Even when Jackson had said Jaebum wouldn’t arrive late tonight he did, was he over working himself? You knew that as a leader Jaebum sometimes fell more pressure than the rest of the members and him, being the quiet person he is, tends to keep it to himself which makes you worry about him even more. Jaebum sometimes was like a ticking bomb and you didn’t want to be there when he exploded, actually, you wanted to avoid him exploding.

Humming quietly you walked down the corridor, peeking inside the bedroom just to see Jackson was still snoring like a baby. A small smile made its way up to your lips seeing him, people tended to think he was a bad yet rough boy but Jackson was such a big baby. He was full of cuteness and love and you absolutely loved that about him. Closing the bedroom door you walked down the hall and into the living room right when Jaebum opened the door of the apartment, by the sound of his feet being dragged as he walked inside and the sigh that left his lips when he dropped the keys on the table made you realize that today had be an awful day for him. This made you feel a little nervous since you didn’t know how Jaebum would react to your attempts of interaction with him.

Your quiet steps made him move his head up, your eyes instantly meeting and you saw how his body quickly relaxed at the sight of your face “H-Hi!” Jaebum smiled sensing you were a bit nervous, he knew you knew he had a bad day and there wasn’t something else he loved more than playing with you a little. “I just...I...How was your day?” Your nervous hands started playing with the hem of the shirt Jackson had let you wear to sleep,

“Can’t you tell?” He asked putting his bag down onto the couch, the folder which you knew was filled with a lot of different songs he was working on being left on the table right next to his keys. Jaebum was staring at you but he wasn't getting closer, you thought moving closer to him wasn’t a smart decision so you just kept your distance deciding yo let him make he first step. “What are you doing awake anyways?” He crossed his arms on his chest, his eyes sparkling with realization when he noticed Jackson’s shirt on you. “Ah, you two enjoyed your free time together?” Since Jackson and Jaebum were both pretty dominant they sometimes got jealous of each other, it was something you were used to at this point in your relationship.

“We didn’t...We...We just took a bath” You cleared your throat, feeling a bit awkward to tell Jaebum about what happened with Jackson while he wasn’t at home even though you had the feeling he already knew. “We ordered fried chicken tonight and I saved some of it for you, it's in the microwave”

“Thanks” The small smile on his lips when he replied to your statement told you that the fact that you had thought about him while being with the other male made him slightly happy. Jaebum has never admitted it out loud but he also loved getting attention, he was just to proud and cocky to ask for more like Jackson constantly did.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked still not wanting to leave him alone, you were sure he had spent a bunch of hours in his studio working by himself so you just imagined that the last thing he wanted was being alone at his home too. However, you needed to make sure he wanted you around and that you wouldn’t bother him.

“Can you….” His voice got quieter and his hand went up to scratch the back of his neck, which was definitely a sign of Jaebum being slightly nervous “Can you stay here with me while I have dinner?” He asked avoiding your eyes, he sat down on a chair and groaned quietly, he usually complains about his muscles being kind of sore.

“Sure! Just stay there and I’ll bring your food in a second"

With a happy smile on your face you turned around and walked into the kitchen. Assuming Jaebum’s fried chicken was cold already you turned on the microwave to heat up the food for a couple of minutes so he would at least eat it warm.

You were drumming your fingers on the counter happily as you waited for the food to warm up when you suddenly felt two arms snaking around your waist from behind, Jaebum didn’t waste any time and buried his head against the crook of your neck, making you smile a little.

“Your food is almost done, couldn’t you wait?” You asked teasingly, just willing to mess around with him for a little. Jaebum seemed to be kind of needy of today because instead of complainning like he always did when you joked around he simply chuckled against your skin and started kissing your neck gently.

“No, I really missed you princess” He wasn’t the type of guy who used nicknames too often but whenever he called you princess you couldn't help but be putty in his hands. “Actually I want something else for dinner” He pressed his hips against your butt making you gasp quietly , his grip around your body becoming slightly tighter.

“You seem to be exhausted, you should just eat dinner and go to bed, babe” It wasn’t that you weren’t in the mood to mess around with Jaebum tonight, specially since he seemed to need you so much, but you could see how physically tired he was and you didn’t want to make that worse.

“You can help me relieve some stress though, be a good girl princess, come on”

He turned you around, both of his hands resting on the counter so you wouldn’t be able to escape him. Jaebum had that boyish grin on his lips you loved so much and as soon as your eyes met again you just knew you had lost the battle between you two. He realized that too because he started chuckling when he saw you roll your eyes before leaning in to press yours lips against his. The kiss was heated from the moment your lips brushed his teasingly to the second in which you had to pull away to catch your breath.

“That’s what I’m talking about (Y/N), make me feel good princess and I’ll reward you” You didn’t need more hints to know what Jaebum really wanted. Hs quiet groans and heavy breathing as your lips moved down on his neck while you kneeled down in front of him told you what he was planning to do to relieve some of his stress. He took his own shirt off as you undid his belt, it only took you five seconds to have his jeans and underwear down around his ankles “Mhm, I’ve been thinking about this the whole day” He whispered, hissing and closing his eyes when you started moving your hand up and down on his member “No teasing tonight okay? Leave that for when we have the whole night” Obeying to his words and willing to please him you gently wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking onto it hard before you started moving your head on it.

Jaebum moaned loudly as soon as you started pleasing him and you knew he gave two shits about Jackson sleeping down the hallway, you knew they have always had this small competition to see who could make you moan the loudest or who could convince you to please them more so it wasn’t anything new to you that Jae was lowkey trying to wake the other male up with his moaning and groaning. When you picked up your pace he rested one of his hands onto your head, his fingers tangling strands of your hair as he helped you take him deeper and faster.

“Fuck (Y/N)” He whispered breathless, holding onto the counter with his free hand. His eyes were closed, he had sweat rolling down his forehead and his hips were already buckling unconsciously against your mouth looking for relief “Stop...I want to..Cum inside you tonight” He muttered but you didn’t stop, you were too intoxicated by the sounds that were coming out of his lips. Those quiet praises mixed with moans that made you feel proud for making him feel so good, it was just addictive.

However Jaebum soon noticed you were disobeying him and before you could make him cum inside your mouth he roughly pulled your hair back, forcing you to move your mouth away from his cock and making you groan in pain. “Eager, aren’t we?” Still gripping your hair he pulled you up “I was going to eat you out tonight but since you want to be a bad girl I better remind you who’s the boss here right? You deserve to be punished”

Without another word Jaebum bent you over the counter, his access to your underwear being pretty easy since you were only wearing Jackson’s shirt. You heard your panties being ripped and you looked back at him shocked “You owe me new underwear, those were my favorite” Jaebum grinned, pulling Jackson’s shirt up enough to uncover your ass cheeks before he smacked the left one so hard you had to groan.

“What did you say?” He asked, you were now looking down at the counter as you tried to recover from the pain he had just inflicted on you. His hand went back down to your ass cheek and he gently caressed it, a quiet apology for what he had done. You shook your head, not wanting to speak again. “Use your words princess”

“It’s okay, I don’t care about the panties” You replied quietly

“That’s what I thought” He smirked “We’re starting from 10, count backwards” You bit your lip knowing there was no way of getting out of this slow torture. With a silent nod, you bit the hem of Jackson’s shirt to muffled your groans everytime Jaebum would smack your ass.

Just like he said, he spanked you ten times. Each cheek received five slaps and every single one was as pleasuring and hurting as the previous one, at some point your skin was feeling so numb that you didn’t even feel pain anymore but that didn’t stop Jaebum from being rough with you. When he landed the last spank, he growled and turned you around forcibly -thanks god he was gripping your arms because you were kind of dizzy and your legs were slightly weak after that- He picked you up and intinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck right before Jaebum pressed you up against the fridge.

“You are so wet, being punished turns you on mhm? Punishing you drives me crazy baby girl" He whispered as he pressed his member against your wet entrance, you coulnd’t help but moan at the small contact “Moan louder, moan like the slut you are princess, there’s nothing I love more than hearing you moan”

Your hands went up to his hair, your fingers gripping it before you smashed your lips against his “Fuck me, make me moan Jae” You whispered against his lips and for a second Jaebum became weak, moaning against your mouth.

“You want that?" He smiled against your lips, nuzzling you before he spoke again "(Y/N), I am going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow”

And he did.

He had never been so rough with you. Jaebum didn’t give you time to adjust yourself to his length after his first thrust, he started moving his hip as fast and hard as he could, slamming your back and head against the fridge every time he moved inside of you. Jaebum wasn’t being too vocal, he just grunted and moaned against your ear every time you clenched your inner walls around his cock, he would sometimes call you beautiful but most of the words that got out of his lips were just pure teasing, knowing that would help you to reach your orgasm faster.

Even though he was being rough you didn’t want it to end. The way his body moved against yours, the way he held you like you were his last chance to survive that night or the way he weakly moaned when he moved his hips made you fall in love with him even more. It was filthy but for some reason it felt really special.

By the time you both had reached your orgasms Jaebum didn't stop moving his hips against yours until both of you rode out of your high. He kept you against the fridge but close to his body, his forehead against yours as both of you panted exhausted. Smiling weakly, one of his hands moved up to cup your cheek before he kissed your lips but this time the kiss was slow and passionate enough to make you all soft for him.

“I just can’t have enough of you tonight” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours teasingly as he smirked. Jaebum slowly placed you back down onto the floor but before he let you go he gave you one of those slow yet deep kisses you seemed to love so much “Go back to bed, I’ll join you in five seconds” He ruffled your already messy hair affectively and winked at you.

“Alright, don’t make me wait too much though” You said jokingly, while you bend down to grab Jackson’s shirt.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll be there in five seconds”

As he promised you, it only took Jaebum a few seconds to get in bed with you and Jackson, you didn’t even know if he had had time to eat some of the chicken.

The only thing you could think was how warm and comfortable you felt in Jae’s arms that night.

#got7 #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 fanfic #got7 jinyoung #got7 jaebum #got7 youngjae #got7 mark #got7 yugyeom #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #got7 smut #jackbum #our secret

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werewylf · 5 years

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combining these because one of y’all absolute mad lads wanted me to do the whole thing,, these are from the unusual asks (found here) now on to the questions !!!

1: Do you ever wish you were someone else?

~ tbh yeah,, like I wanna be the person I am on the inside,, I want my outsides to mirror my insides and just let everyone know who I am no hiding or making excuses any more,, I want people to look at me and be inspired to be themselves,, to love themselves,, and to just love me (if that’s the kind of relationship that specific person has with me)

2: What is your full name?

~ Nikita “Magnus” Nickerson (Magnus is a placeholder middle name for now,, I like it but also I think I might wanna change it to something else I dunno yet)

3: How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for?

~ I’m 19 currently and I get mistaken for either 16 or 21/22 with no in between

4: Have you ever dyed your hair?

~ finally I can answer yes to a question like this !!! it was semi-perm but omg I dyed it teal and my mom’s gonna let me do a mystery color sometime soon (it’s a surprise what color :3)

5: What’s your eye color?

~ deep brown,, like deeeeeppppp brown omg ppl used to make fun of me because I had “black,, demon eyes” and I was really good at staring contests when I was younger

6: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it?

~ honestly it varies sometimes I’m super indifferent to the body I have and other times I’m super insecure and want to get rid of my body,, but I am doing better about it and I’m glad my body gets me from place to place

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

~ I don’t currently have any tattoos (but watch tf out when I have money I have So many planned lol) and I’ve had my earlobes pierced since I was 6 months old and I’m planning to get some more piercings

8: What would you say is your best quality?

~ my ability to be there for ppl when they really need it,, like I drop stuff so quick when ppl indicate they need me

9: What are you really bad at?

~ math,, expressing my feelings,, talking about my feelings,, letting myself feel my feelings,, taking time for myself BEFORE I break down,, working myself into a breakdown,, asking for help

10: What talent do you wish you had?

~ honestly I wish I had the talent to actually know when to stop blaming myself

11: Are you nice to everyone?

~ nope,, but I try to be as polite as possible,, and I’ve gotten better about being nicer to people

12: What do you think about the most?

~ I mainly think about missed opportunities and how to let my friends know I care about them deeply and love them without weirding them out

13: Things you like/dislike about yourself?

~ hoo boy I’m gonna limit this to 3 things each otherwise we’d be here all day; likes: ability to listen,, creative,, intuitive; dislikes: bottling up emotions,, stubborn,, low self-esteem

14: What is your least favorite word?

~ moist

15: What is your favorite word?

~ petrichor

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad?

~ tbh,, I’m a fairly even mix,, but a lot of times I don’t act like either one of them

17: Would you ever smile at a stranger?

~ honestly,, I do that weird lil half smile that ppl get when another person is looking at them to do something lol

18: A reason you’ve lied to someone?

~ to stay out of trouble

19: Are you lying about anything right now?

~ the only thing I’m lying about is my emotional state when ppl ask how I’m doing

20: Have you kissed someone older than you?

~ romantically? nah,, but platonically? definitely

21: Do you believe in love at first sight?

~ not really,, not for me at least

22: Do you believe in soulmates?

~ of a sort,, like there are just some people that you vibe with in a very special way and it’s not always romantic either

23: Are looks important?

~ to me,, looks aren’t the most important thing,, I feel like personality goes beyond looks and can even enhance how your brain sees people

24: Opinion on relationship age differences?

~ after a certain amount of years I don’t particularly agree with them,, like if you have a 20+ year age gap I don’t really get it,, like if the ppl get together when one is like 20 and the other is like 40,, there’s such a gap in the understanding the 2 (or more) ppl will have,, but also it’s not my life and not really my business what grown adults do

25: Would you date someone off the internet?

~ I’d be willing to try but tbh it’s hard enough trying to date someone you met in person

26: Have you ever cried over a boy/girl?

~ yes,, many times

27: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

~ yeah,, I had a crush on one of my friends while they were in a relationship and I felt so Bad,, like I didn’t want to ruin their relationship or lose their friendship so I just kept my mouth shut lol

28: Anyone you’re giving up on right now?

~ not really,, I’ve either given up on them a while ago or I still have a small shred of hope

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

~ not really ??? (unless they just didn’t tell me lmao)

30: Have you ever like your best friend?

~ actually yeah I have skskdddkdk

31: How does someone win your heart?

~ honestly,, I get crushes ridiculously easy if you’re nice to me for a while and show affection in an exuberant way,, and that typically deepens until one day I’m sitting there looking at that person when they’re telling me something they are So excited over and they have stars in their eyes and my face goes soft and I look at them like they hung the sun,, moon,, and stars just for me and it hits me like a freight train that I might just love this person and it doesn’t have to be romantically or sexually,, I just feel for people I’m close to very deeply and it might be pathetically easy to win my heart but goddamnit I’m soft and love a lot ❤❤

32: What turns you on?

~ a lot of different things actually,, like sometimes if the person I like is physically bigger than me and they need me to stand or sit a certain way and they position me just the way they need,, that’s umm,, Hot af,, although I act mad at the manhandling lol,, and oh god if they’re Big and they pin me with an intense stare and like loom over me (maybe with me against the wall aksksk 😍),, also my neck is like Very sensitive like to the point that if you lightly blow against it I full body shudder,, y’all don’t know how distracting it is when your crush is hugging you and telling you something important but you can’t listen because every word is a puff of air against your neck so you just close your eyes and hope to god your subconscious is actually retaining the info (oh god I just had a Thought,, if someone pinned me to the wall by my throat and then kissed me breathless while pressing close enough my gasping brushes our chests together and then kissed my neck with either tenderness or ferocity I’d probably fucking self combust on the spot),, to go along with that I Love Love Love neck kisses so much (y’all probably know too much about that by now lol),, y’all I’m just really into mouths,, lips,, teeth,, tongues are all just very top teir,, oh fuck,, flexing muscles get to me so much,, like cross your arms in front of me and I won’t look at your eyes because mine will be glued to those fucking arms,, god fuck thigh riding is the dream here 😍😍,, okay I’m gonna stop myself here but it’s easy to turn me on sometimes and hard other times (that greyasexual life)

33: What turns you off?

~ okay let me honest here,, as much as I like tongues and all they can do ;),, I don’t really enjoy french kissing (maybe that’s my last ex’s fault,, his kisses were just so Wet) like I much prefer those open-mouthed kisses with minimal tongue,, and people who are rude and assholes for no reason are like huge turn-offs no matter how attractive they are,, also I hate those people who like desperately want to be doms but they just become like overbearing,, lowkey abusive,, and highly annoying,, tbh most of this list is gonna be shit my ex did because it was all so Unsexy in hindsight

34: Do you get jealous easily?

~ imo not really,, like I might be jealous after a while if the person like after telling me that we would be spending time together alone and they didn’t really follow through like bringing another person along and focusing on them the whole time or focusing on a stranger overly much but I don’t really like feeling jealous because I don’t like forcing myself on people if it seems they are happier doing what they’re doing and I can’t control people only myself so I typically try and redirect any jealous thoughts,, if its like a constant thing tho I’d definitely talk to that person

35: What is your definition of cheating?

~ well for starters,, I don’t consider hugging other people or spending time with them cheating,, I guess I would define cheating for me personally is if the person knowingly hides a deep emotional/physical relationship with another person,, like say I was dating a person and then I found out they were spilling their fears and dreams with another person and telling me nothing or barely anything I’d be a little upset,, but also you can’t expect your s/o to talk to you and only you,, everybody needs and deserves a support system,, or if I found out they were having sex or taking another person out on dates without my knowledge,, like if they just talked to me and explained everything before they started anything they might find I’m open to accommodating them

36: Do you forgive betrayal?

~ for me,, this varies from person to person,, but there comes a point no matter the person that I will drop their ass (that’s what I get for having 7 earth signs with 5 of them being Taurus in my birth chart)

37: Have you ever been cheated on?

~ yes

38: Have you ever cheated on someone?

~ to my knowledge,, no,, but everyone has different definitions of cheating,, but I abhor cheating so like god I hope not

39: How often do you listen to music?

~ every fucking day,, mainly all day every day no joke,, I spent my entire senior year of hs with at least one headphone in blasting music to keep myself calm (I’m baby from baby driver essentially),, music is everything to me truly

40: First concert you attended?

~ the first concert I ever attended was a Goody Grace concert (y’all check my boy out I love him) it was lovely and it really woke something up in me in regards to frantically trying to plan visits to concerts now lol

41: Last movie you watched?

~ honestly,, I’m pretty sure I’ve watched at least one movie after this one,, but the last movie I remember watching is Aquaman a few weeks ago

42: Favorite type of movie?

~ Action/Adventure or Sci-Fi

43: Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

~ I went through a period of self-harm for 9 years and I still struggle with craving those feelings a lot and when I relapse I feel like shit,, I’m better about talking about it through like texts or whatever it’s really hard for me to talk about it out loud,, I get really fucking choked up and kinda teary sometimes

44: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

~ for the most part,, yeah,, I’ve bottled up my feelings and problems for so long I’ve gotten quite good at not showing everything I’m feeling,, but lately,, I’ve been trying to go against that and show what I’m feeling when around people that care for me

45: Do you fall in love easily?

~ love? I don’t know about that but I get infatuated really easily,, I have a hard time identifying love and how it feels to me so I don’t realize I love someone until it smacks me in the face

46: Do you think people say “I love you” too much?

~ fuck no,, say I love you to the people you love damnit !!! I say I love you to my friends AND my family,, like omg sometimes I have to just shut up because I’m bursting with love for people,, and if I’m drunk I say I love you like every five seconds ❤😍😘

47: What’s your favorite holiday?

~ very basic of me,, but Halloween/All Hallow’s Eve,, it’s really one of the only widely celebrated holidays I like

48: Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way?

~ this depends on what the person is asking for forgiveness for,, but there comes a point where nothing they say or do could possibly get me to forgive them,, like sometimes you just have cut ppl off

49: Where’s the most magical place on earth?

~ (disney land/world ??? I’m jk lol) on god,, it’s sitting with someone you vibe with and sharing bits and pieces of your souls between each other (and if that devolves into being wrapped up in each other until the stars come out then that’s magical babey 😍)

50: What’s your “type”?

~ nice,, funny,, passionate,, ??? it’s surprisingly hard to put into words,, rest assured I intimately know I do have a type,, it’s just very broad lol

Okay,, that’s the 50 questions !!! thank you darlin’ much for asking me to do this lol,, sorry it took me a while,, love you ❤❤ !!!

#anon #anons #anonymous #asked and answered #nikita answers things #nikitas natterings #long post #ask to tag #neck kisses are: 👌👌👌👍👍👍👏👏👏😍😍😍👀👀👀#in between i want you and don't call me

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croatian-nt · 6 years

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Bonus:Dance into my heart-Daniel

I recommend reading Part one and Part two of this fic first for this part to make sense

Summary: After Vida gets them tickets for salsa party, Daniel has to teach the rest of the team how to dance, all while trying to realize what’s happening with his best friend

Pairings: Luka/Suba

Word Count: 1657

Warnings: pining, crying, some mentions of self doubt

Notes: Okay so my dear friend @ get-up-and-try-again request Daniel’s side of the story so here it is! In the end this got me hooked on Vida’s character so expect to see more of him soon. Happy reading!

When Vida told him he was thinking about buying tickets for the salsa party Daniel absently mentioned he knows how to dance. That turned out to be a mistake.

"Great! You are going to teach us how to dance! And maybe you finally confess to Lukita while teaching him some moves." Vida said, grinning.

Suba felt himself blush before lightly slapping Vida.

"Budalo jedna. You are talking nonsense again." He answered.

The truth was, Vida's words hit a bit too close to home. Daniel knew he had to talk to Luka at one point but he was waiting for the right moment.

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes it easier. But you are not fooling me." Vida said and winked.

"For someone who stares at Mario for as long as you do I think you don't have the right to call me out on anything." Suba snapped back.

That shut up Vida pretty quickly. However luck obviously wasn't on his side because Šime overheard.

"Wait what. Suba you have a crush on Lukita?" He asked, smirking.

Suba groaned, shaking his head.

"None of your business. If you tell him I,swear to God I will kill you both." He said.

Domo and Šime shared a look before Šime spoke up again.

"So...are you going to teach us some basic steps? I can try to get a real trainer but it will take some time for her to get here." Šime said.

"Sure I guess. As long as you too don't do anything stupid." Suba warned.

They both nodded but Daniel completely missed a look of mischief that crossed Domo's face.

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Daniel noticed Luka was missing. Of course he did. Sometimes hs felt like Luka was the sun and Daniel just earth circling around him, wanting to get closer but still knowing he can get burned if he does.

He tried to concentrate at teaching the others the basic steps until the real salsa teacher came.

"Go get your man." Šime whispered to him while passing by.

Dejan shot them a suspicious look. To Suba it was almost comical how easily did Dejan get jealous and yet never did anything about it. But he would be a hypocrite to say anything, really.

So he did the next best thing. He went to see where Luka was.

He found him outside sitting on one of chairs, pouting. He looked so adorable Daniel just had the urge to kiss him. When he stood in front of him Luka looked up and immediately bit his lip unconsciously.

Suba knew that he didn't do it on purposely, but god Lukita was truly going to be the end of him.

He would never admit it but he loved seeing Luka trying to be stubborn just so he could change his mind at the end.

When he told Luka dancing in two and closing his eyes could help he didn't plan on his feelings becoming stronger.

The way Luka moved, firstly skeptically and later relaxing was beautiful to see. It was one of the rare moments Luka let go of his worries and just enjoyed the moment.

And at the end Daniel just could stop himself from dipping him down a bit. Luka opened his eyes.

There was something in those honey colored eyes. Something deep. Suba just wanted to drown himself in them. But then suddenly, Luka pulled away, almost in panic.

"I have to go." He said nervously.

Daniel was confused. Did he do something wrong? It seemed that like Luka was horribly uncomfortable as if he realized something just now.

What if he realized you are in love with him?

Impossible.

"Lukita what is it? You were great. I don't-"

But Luka cut him off before he could finish.

"I just remembered something. We can continue later yeah?" He said, nervously shifting from one foot to another.

It stung, being shut off without knowing a reason. But Luka sometimes had these phases when he just need to be alone. Suba nodded and Luka turned quickly walking away, leaving Daniel to ponder on what just happened.

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If it was a phase it lasted too damn long for Suba. Luka has been avoiding him for days. The only time they saw each other was during training and salsa lessons with everyone. But Daniel felt like he was missing the part of the puzzle.

He noticed however Ivan shooting worried looks towards Luka and that worried him even more. Especially with seeing how it seemed Luka was becoming paler and thinner every day that passed.

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The game was taking a tool on all of them but especially on Luka, Daniel could tell.

So when there was a break before the extra time Daniel knew he had to find Luka. Something was wrong, he could feel it in his bones.

It turned out he was right when he found Luka in the bathroom, pale and shaking. When he hugged him and Luka started crying, he felt like his heart was shattering.

What could have possibly happen to break his Lukita this much? Suba wasn't usually aggressive type but he felt the need to punch something. God if only Luka talked to him.

He told Luka something along the lines of talking about this after the game but his mind was torn between the game and what was happening in Luka's head.

He kissed his forehead and left, hoping it will be enough.

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The next morning after the game, Suba tried to find Luka, again. But his room was empty.

Which meant he was probably avoiding him, again. On his way to the dining room he spotted Domo who looked like he was waiting for something. Or someone. And when he saw Suba his grin stretched impossible wide.

"Looking for Lukita?" He asked slyly.

Suba raised his eyebrows.

"How do you know? Did you see him?" He questioned.

"I know a lot of things. And Lukita may or may not have run to the garden not even half an hour ago." Domo answered.

Suba looked at him suspiciously. Was this another prank? It seemed like Vida read his thoughts.

"I wouldn't joke about something like this. Just go before he disappears again would you?" Vida said, giving him a small smile.

Daniel nodded a thanks and went to find Luka. When he got out of sight Vida grinned and quickly texted Mario.

I just hope they are still talking. Everything else is going according to the plan.

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Suba didn't mean to eavesdrop but it was impossible to hear Luka's last sentence.

"I know Daniel for the longest time. What will he think of me if I tell him I am in love with him out of blue?" Luka said, his voice cracking at the end.

Suba couldn't stop himself from answering.

"Maybe you should have asked me instead of avoiding me." He said.

Ivan jumped, swearing but Daniel could feel Luka freezing up and hiding his face in his hands and that broke his heart again.

He quickly told Ivan to leave them alone and while Ivan did give him if-you-hurt-him-I'll-kill-you look he did leave.

Suba slowly approached Luka who was still keeping his head in his hands and crouched in front of him

It felt like approaching a wounded animal. If he didn't want Luka to bolt he had to be extremely careful.

He gently removed Luka's hands from his face and the fact that Luka let him do it was somehow worse then if he had put out fight.

But Luka didn't want to look at him, so Daniel took a deep breath and said it anyway.

"I wish you would look at me while I tell you I love you too but I guess neither of us imagined this happening this way." He said.

"What?!" Luka said, opening his eyes.

His honey eyes finally met his and Daniel could feel himself melting already. His Lukita looked so shocked, so ready to be let down. Not on his watch.

"There are those pretty honey eyes." He said, smiling.

He could see Luka trying to comprehend what was happening and the facs he made looked like there was big error written over it. If it wasn't for everything that happened in the past few days Suba would laugh.

“I love you too Lukita. I did for some time now. I wish you have told me this was the reason you were acting so weird in the past few days. A lot of drama could have been avoided." Suba said, gently stroking Luka's cheek.

Luka bit his lip again and Daniel was so close to grabbing him by the collar and kissing him, but he composed himself. At least until Luka asked him while he loves him.

“Why? After all the years that we know each other and after everything we have been through you are asking me why am I in love with you? God Luka.” That was all he managed to say before kissing him.

Luka returned the kiss and Daniel lifted him up, pinning him to the wall. Lukita was so small and fragile compared to him and while Suba would never considered him weak, he was glad he could lift him up as easily as he did.

When Vida and Kovačić interrupted them Suba shot them a look that could kill while Luka hided his face in his shoulder. Suba had to admit that was adorable.

Domagoj just grinned at his murderous look and winked mouthing.

"I told you so."

So he carried Luka inside, despite his protest. He knew Luka well enough to know when he really minded something he did. He looked at his little partner once again as he was hiding in his shoulder and silently thanked Vida. He never expected love to literally dance into his heart, but he supposed he wasn't going to complain about that one.

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