#basically the song is about a guy going 'aw man why didn't anyone tell me this pretty lady had an nefarious agenda
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Fluffruary Day 20 - Lover's Lyrics
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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)
Tags: sfw, fluff, light hearted, romance, karaoke, singing, love, giddy, concert, music, writing songs, first date
Word Count: 1,590
Feature: Luka Couffaine x Fem! Reader
Theme: Song
@fluffruaryprompts
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You happened to get tickets to Jagged Stone's concert with some friends. It was ok music but you weren't the biggest fan however a night out sounded like a plan. There was a word there were a few opening bands so you were hopeful. The place was packed and everyone was screaming and cheering as an opening band played it was enjoyable. Then this man walked out with such a aura about him that made you take notice. He started playing and singing, you literally felt your heart melt, his voice was so tender and soft. His lyrics spoke to your heart, its like he wrote the words for you. It was a song that was based on a broken heart that you were sure he had because there was too much emotion in his lyrics not to have. You were so pulled into this man that you hadn't even noticed the tears that were starting to stream down your face, mixing with you mascara but they were true tears. You felt like for that moment your heart connected to this man, you had to know him. You were shocked that your friends told you it was Jagged Stone's son, Luka.
You were in so awe as he walked off the stage you made your way through the crowd towards the offstage walkway was. You got there the guards held you back you decided to try, since you saw him walking you screamed his name and he turned around. As he walked back towards where you were with the guards. "Please can I have a moment of your time, your song talked to me. It was beautiful and painful at the same time, I know that emotion so much." He reached his hand out letting the guards know it was ok. He walked you back to his dressing room with him, he was still holding your hand it gave you butterflies. As you stepped into his dressing room it was pretty basic it was when you realized he wasn't a flashy star which is why he probably let you back in the first place.
You sit down as he does too. He smiled at you and with the most softest voice he began to speak to you. "So you know the pain of losing someone that you never really had a chance with. I hate you felt that pain I would never wish it on anyone." You could literally tell it was something that hurt him more than he would say. You reached out touching his hand and giving him a smile. He didn't even act like a star his personality, his mellowness it was like he sang for the passion not the fame or money. This is what made him different than any other singer. You gave him a smile "If you want to talk about yours we can, and I will tell you about mine." He nodded, you could tell he let it stay in his heart he wasn't one that would bring others down with his issues he was just the guy everyone else went to instead.
This started a beautiful friendship. You sat and talked, laughed, and even cried for several hours. There was so much you understood in him as he did you as well. His father eventually came around telling him was time to go. You both had lost track of time. You knew he was a music start you were happy with what you got tonight not expecting anything more until he handed you his phone telling you to put your number in. You were so surprised and giggled a bit as you handed your phone to him. After sharing the numbers he smiled at you and waved as you left. You stepped outside and leaned against the wall, he really was a guy you would love to get to know. You closed your eyes knowing he could be a guy you could fall for easy. Your heart was beating so fast but you were happy in the moment. You started to chuckle as you walked down the hall holding your phone with his name and number on the screen, then sliding it into your pocket, you couldn't wait to get to know Luka alot more.
You made it home that night a bit light hearted then your phone vibrated and it was him. His text was very clear he wanted to see you again and you just stood there staring at your phone in a trance. You felt the grin that slowly came across your face, you were giddy with excitement and texted back wanting to know when and where. It was going to be a karaoke date the next night, even though he was a singer he heard you loud and clear when you said you loved to sing. It was so sweet, however you wanted to know if it was a date but were too nervous to ask so you were going to treat it as if it was. You ended your night in such a happy mood, you were really glad you went to that concert.
Next day came and you coasted through your day at work and with friends counting down the hours til you could see him again. Even after only one night of talking there was just something about him that made you want to get to know him and see if there could really be something there. You hoped he felt the same as you do in seeing where it could go. You dug through your closet to find the perfect thing to wear then grabbed a shower. When you were done doing your hair and make up you realized you still had a hour but you were determined not to be late so you headed out. After taking a taxi, dealing with traffic you still got there with 20 minutes to spare. You got out of the cab paying for it then your phone vibrated. You checked it and it was him, you found yourself standing there with a stupid grin on your face. Then you read the text that he was telling you how lovely you looked, at this point you turned back seeing him standing there.
You were so embarrassed that he saw how eager you were for his text and your stupid grin turned into your cheeks blushing hard now. You weren't sure which was more embarrassing as he saw how you acted or the fact he told you that you looked lovely. He walked over putting his hand out for you to take, you bit your bottom lip then bashfully took his hand to walk inside with him. He stopped to hold the door for you then took hold of your hand again. There was no doubt he was treating this as a date, it made you so happy because there was something definitely between you two that was pretty unspoken. You both had been hurt with rejection however you were taking this slow but it made it all worth it every sweet little moment it was like being in school falling in love again with someone. He had this all planned out and you didn't have a clue til everything fell into place.
He stepped up on the stage for karaoke when it was his turn but he reached out for your hand wanting you to sing with him. You didn't feel like you were on the same level but you did love to sing so you stepped up on stage with him. Then he handed you a piece of paper with lyrics on it. You look at the title and its called Lover's Lyrics by Luka Couffaine then it said written for y/a. It all sunk in he wrote you a song, a song about your two, about how he was feeling when he was with you. Your gaze met his as he smiled at you, your heart almost stopped in the moment. He started playing his guitar, he started serenading you with the beautiful lyrics he wrote for you. When it was your part you started singing a bit off tune but he didn't seem to care. Everyone in the place didn't much care either because it was evident as you two stood on that stage singing to each other no one else existed any more. You two were falling in love right there in the song that put both of your hearts out there.
As the song came to and end he pulled you into him and leaned in kissing your lips so softly. You closed your eyes wrapping your arms around the back of his neck holding on tight. The kiss grew deeper as the whole audience was cheering and whistling on. Your giddy feeling had went from that to pure happiness, there was no doubt you were falling in love with him and he was falling for you as well. This was the day your heart fell for a man that you still couldn't understand why someone would reject. You were thankful this friend he had Marinette because she pushed him right into your arms in the end. Just like your ex best friend did the same he pushed you into Luka's arms in the end. You couldn't wait to see how life would be with him being your boyfriend which he did ask after that kiss and of course you agreed, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
#fluffruary2024#Fluffruary#day 20#Fluffruary day 20#Fluffruary Song#Fluffruary day 20 Song#creative writing#sfw#fan fic#fan fiction#fluffruary#fluff#headcanons#alt song#Lovers Lyrics#luka couffaine#luka x reader#miraculous ladybug#miraculous lb
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This isn't gonna mean anything to anybody just yet but "She's Not There" by the Zombies reminds me of something I've written but have yet to publish
#if you swap out the pronouns i mean#but it's too late to say you're sorry... how should i know why should i care??#but don't bother trying to find him.... he's not there!!!#i was actually thinking maybe i could make like a little mini lyric comic but it would probably be kinda spoilery so maybe not#and i have too many other things i need to work on anyway!! just wanted to put this statement out here#eta: ok im actually paying attention to all the lyrics now and most of this song has fuck all to do with the writing im thinking of#only the pre-chorus is relevant#and the chorus itself if you squint#although it does make it sound like the speaker is/was romantically into the person they're describing#which of course isn't the vibe i want to cultivate#basically the song is about a guy going 'aw man why didn't anyone tell me this pretty lady had an nefarious agenda?'#but im applying it to a narrative about two friends arguing about whether they can save their third friend who had ~something~ happen to hi#(or whether they should try to save him even if it might be impossible and will just get them killed)#which is uhhh not exactly what the song is about.
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mr & mrs | liam lawson x reader
Summary: You and Liam were teammates at Hitech for 2021. You had the biggest crush on him, but you were sure he didn't see you as anything more than a little sister. But oh, how a few basic questions could uncover the truth between you.
Warnings: swearing, and I think that's it?
When you walked into work in the Hitech Grand Prix building this morning, you didn’t expect to be playing the fucking newlywed game with your crush. And if you’re being honest with yourself, crush is a light way to put it. You were head over heels for your F2 teammate and best friend, Liam Lawson. There was just something about the New Zealander that always had your heart racing, your legs buckling, and your stomach dropping.
So when you were directed into the garage for a ‘different background’ from other videos you had done with Liam, your stomach lurched. Here this gorgeous man was, in all his Kiwi glory, hair waxed back but falling out of place, jeans hugging the toned curves of his legs and ass and giving you a glorious view of his bulge, and the fucking blue sweater. The same blue sweater he had worn the last time the two of you did a video that had reduced you to a stuttering mess when you first saw him.
But now it is worse. So, so much worse. He was standing in a garage. Around cars, and tyres, and grease, and all of the inanimate objects you found so sinfully appealing, and he was just right in the middle of it looking like that. You just about turned around and walked right back out.
“Mighty Mouse! There you are. I was starting to think I’d have to be the brains and beauty of the operation.” Liam called once he spotted you, and suddenly you remembered why you had never tried making a move on him. He treated you like a little sister. Nicknames like ‘kiddo’ and ‘mighty mouse’ were a regular occurrence, and they never failed to make you squirm.
“Well, you struggle to be anything but the brawn, and I think I’m even starting to overtake you there.” You teased, pushing yourself to stay casual, platonic, familial. There was so much opportunity to flirt with him, but the few times you had tried were brushed off, so you had given up many moons ago.
“Ouch Princess, that hurts.” Liam mocked, his hand cradling his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to fall asleep against his chest, curled up after a rough night of-
“Who’re you calling princess, princess?” You shot back, cutting your thoughts off before they continued developing and became an issue. Liam laughed, his arm slung around your shoulder while the two of you walked over to the team that were in charge of running your activity for the afternoon.
“Ok, I don’t know if you guys have heard of it, but this game is called Mr and Mrs, one of you will have a whiteboard and wear headphones while the other tries to guess what the answers to the questions you’re writing down are. Make sense? Ok, great, let’s do an intro and go from there.” One of the guys explained quickly, and you began having flashbacks to an awful 80s game show called The Newlywed Game, and blushed profusely. Having you and Liam in a video titled ‘Mr & Mrs’ was sure to get the fans going, and you couldn’t blame Hitech’s PR plan.
You and Liam settled into the wheely chairs from the office next door, Liam positioning himself in frame of the camera and fixing his stupidly perfect hair when you came barreling toward him with your chair, legs tucked up high so you didn’t cop a chair arm to the knee. Liam screeched when you finally hit him, almost toppling off the chair in surprise while you spun slowly, laughing freely as you did so.
Liam looked over at you, your head thrown back in carefree laughter, the yellow sundress that covered your body made you look radiant, and he was sure he had never seen a sight so beautiful before. Your laughter calmed down, and as you looked over at him, he couldn’t help but send you a lovestruck smile, his eyes dopey with admiration. You blushed slightly, laughing as the team asked if you could do the intro again, but actually introduce what you were doing.
Liam slid out of the frame, and you followed his movements as you could tell a fierce battle was about to commence. Kicking off the ground with force, you tucked your legs up onto the chair again, spinning into Liam so fast, you couldn’t actually see his face before you crashed into him. The two of you exploded in laughter again, laughter and smiles were common between you, and Hitech’s Instagram was full of photos and videos of you and Liam smiling at each other, or doubled over in laughter, clutching onto each other.
“Hi, I’m Liam Lawson, and this is Y/N, we drive for Hitech in Formula 2.” Liam began once you had slowed down your laughter. He kept a firm grip on the arm of your chair, holding you close and still, as your chair really liked spinning around.
“And we’re here to play Mr & Mrs, another game in our long series championship to see who the better teammate is.” You finished, gesturing to yourself subtly, but Liam caught it and pushed your chair away jokingly. As much as you loved the man and wished you could be more, you wouldn’t give up this relationship you have with him for something that might work.
MR & MRS | EDIE-BABY
“Liam, what is Y/N’s favourite colour?” The same guy from before asked, one who Liam still didn’t recognise due to the facemask and hat he was wearing. Nevertheless, he held up a whiteboard where the question was scribbled in messy writing, three multiple choice answers written waiting for not only Liam’s, but also your answer. You had airpods in your ears, connected to the blaring music playing from one of the Hitech employees’ laptops, a whiteboard in your hand that you quickly scribbled out an answer to.
Liam looked over at you, holding the whiteboard to your chest protectively so he wouldn’t cheat, but there was really no way that he could.
“It’s not an answer listed here, but her favourite colour is a light brown. She always says it calms her down because it reminds her of a cafe she went to once back home.” Liam spoke, watching you as he answered. You didn’t hear a word he was saying, bopping your head along to the 2000s hits pumping through the earphones. Liam pulled one of them out, his head nodding over to the camera while you proudly turned the board around, thinking you had gotten one over on Liam.
“My favourite colour is light brown, because it reminds me of the Brew Cafe in my hometown, and it brings a really nostalgic and calm feeling.” You stated, watching the faces of the employees morph from business to shock. You looked over at Liam, who had a smug smile on his face while he listened to your answer.
“There’s no way you could have known that!” You protested, glaring accusingly at the dirty blonde. He laughed in response, and you couldn’t have felt happier in any given moment. Not even the top step of the podium could compare to the warmth spreading in your chest. Little did you know, Liam was feeling the exact same way.
“Y/N earphones back in, Liam your next question. What is Y/N’s favourite song at the moment?” The same guy asked, yet this time there were no multiple choice answers. Liam’s eyes widened, turning to look at you to think of any songs he had heard blasting from your speakers or earphones recently, or something that you had ranted excitedly to him about. He spoke to himself, mumbling about artists and songs he could remember falling from your lips. You twirled a piece of hair around your finger, thinking about the answer to the question, when suddenly it hit him.
He had to wait a few moments as you were slowly writing down your answer, still not 100% sure of yourself. It was only after you had taken an earphone out that you jumped, furiously rubbing out the answer on the whiteboard and writing a new one, looking much more satisfied with the new answer. The team counted down, and as Liam spoke, you almost dropped the whiteboard.
“Feeling Something Bad by Ellise. She’ll start singing it randomly when she concentrates, which is usually a giveaway to what songs she's been listening to recently.” Liam said his answer so confidently that it made you feel as though you were inferior because he knew your favourite song and it took you a decent minute to think of it. Liam got another point as he had gotten two of your answers right, and you were starting to feel competitive.
“Alright Liam, who does Y/N get along with best in the F2 paddock? Oscar Piastri, Dan Ticktum, or you?”
“Oh, oh. Well, she hangs out with Oscar a lot, but I don’t know if she would say they get along better than we do? Like, she’s closer with Oscar but we get along best, if that makes sense? I don’t think it does. I’m gonna say Oscar because I don’t want to be rejected, but I really hope I’m wrong and that she says me.” Liam rambled, finally deciding on Oscar, and when you were told to turn your board around, Liam’s heart sank a little. You had written Oscar, and as you began trying to defend yourself, Liam waved it off and laughed to hide the disappointment in his eyes, but you could see it clear as day. You tried to move on like he did, to keep playing the game like you didn’t hurt her best friend and crush.
You began trying to cheer the Kiwi up, dancing along to the songs playing, and occasionally belting out the chorus. He was laughing along, finally joining you to sing when you were screaming the lyrics to Promiscuous, dancing all around the garage and trying to pull him up around with you. While you were dancing with some of the employees off camera, being recorded for Instagram, Liam was still in frame of the main camera, a fond smile on his face, and anyone who had looked at him could see that he was completely and utterly whipped for you, but you were too caught up in Nelly Furtado to see it yourself.
It was your turn to answer questions now, passing Liam the whiteboard that had a little love note written on it.
I’m going to crush you.
You wrote, and Liam thought it was adorable how competitive you got in trivial games like this, but it always made him try even harder just to give you some semblance of a battle.
“Y/N! How old was Liam when he started karting?” The guy you had begun to think was not an actual Hitech employee asked. The three ages to choose from scribbled on the whiteboard. You studied them for a moment, and could see Liam in the corner of your eye writing out his own answer.
“He was seven, because I remember him telling me that there’s regulations in New Zealand that you can’t race go-karts competitively until you’re seven and then won the race.” You explained, remembering the story he had told you easily, it was one of your favourites, purely because of the joy on Liam’s face when he recounted it.
He turned the board around, showing the exact answer you had given, and he gave you a cheeky smile in response to your silent gloating about getting a point. There was nothing cuter in his eyes than you getting so worked up about a game.
“What is Liam’s pre-race superstition?” Before the board with the question and possible answers came up, your mouth blurted out the answer you already knew all too well.
“He gets in the car from the left.” You practically yelled, and Liam looked at you with wide eyes, not hearing your words but seeing the excitement at knowing the answer.
“How did you know that?” One of the Hitech PR asked as her main priority was to stir up more rumours about the two of you, as it was always good for the team’s press.
“Because I’m just as superstitious about getting in from the right side, so when he found out, he asked the team if we could switch around how our cars are placed in the garage so that we could meet in the middle, do our little ritual, and then get in the car from there.” You explained, watching as Liam wrote down his answer with no idea of the words you were saying.
When Liam turned the board around, he explained the exact same story you had, and you giggled when he finished, showing off a proud smile before putting the pieces together that you had already run the same spiel.
“It’s quite cute that the two of you explain things using basically the same words.” That same PR lady stated. And you almost rolled your eyes, almost. But you caught Liam blushing slightly, and a small, stupid part of you began jumping up and down, because not only did someone think your relationship with Liam was cute, but he blushed at that.
“It happens when you spend so much time with someone. I’ve started picking up Kiwi slang, and he’s learning some of my slang. You don’t realise it until you say something to someone when he’s not there and they’ve got no idea what I mean. It’s so normal for Liam to always be by my side, and me by his that when I’m with other people it feels weird.” You started on a ramble, something you were known for. And then just would… not… fucking… stop. The press officer looked satisfied, but as you had finally gotten your mouth to stop moving, you were scared to look over at Liam.
“Whenever she’s not within arm’s reach, I feel like I’m missing something.” Liam spoke quietly, and you gulped as you heard his words. The man was going to kill you, surely. This little production crew didn’t give a shit about your blossoming romance though, as they hurried you through to the next questions. You and Liam barely looked at eachother, your answers shorter and much more vague than they were before. You just wanted to get out of this chair and go freak out in an empty office somewhere.
“Well, the winner of this round is Liam, which means he has officially overtaken Y/N in the Hitech championship. How do you guys feel about this one?” The producers asked. You would usually have felt a bit of a blow to your chest finding out you had been beaten in two ways, but you truly couldn’t think of anything except your proximity to Liam.
“I think we found out a lot, and I’m glad to finally be ahead in the championship. I think it’s the only time I’ll ever be able to beat Mighty Mouse in anything.” Liam chuckled, reverting back to your ‘little sister’ nickname because he felt like the distance would help him process his emotions.
“Hey, you already beat me in height, age, and supercar experience, you gotta let me have something.” You whined, you looked over at Liam with a pout and puppy eyes, unintentionally making his heart pound out of his chest.
“Well you’re the cuter one of the team, and you’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, so I’d say you’re winning enough. Plus you’re higher up in the drivers standings than me.” Liam replied, leaning closer to stare into your eyes, barely two inches between your faces, you blinked slowly, afraid that any sudden movements would scare him away.
His large hand reached up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, then coming to rest at the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw.
“I don’t think you realise what you do to me.” You mumbled, leaning forward very slightly to nudge your nose against Liam’s. His breath hitched, eyes boring into your soul in a way that made you freeze.
“It can’t be any worse than what you do to me. Looking as beautiful as you do, all I want to do is hold you, keep you close, show you off to the world, and I want to call you mine. I want to take you home and show you around my hometown, I want to introduce you to my parents, to take you to parties with my friends, I want to curl up in your apartment watching Harry Potter movies, and I want to dance around the kitchen with you at 2 in the morning making pancakes. I want to live my life with you.” Liam confessed, and for a few moments, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.
You lurched forward, balling your fists up in that stupid blue sweater and pulling him closer. Liam’s eyes closed instinctively as your lips met, the coconut lip balm you applied before you came into the office was shared on your tongues, Liam’s exploring your mouth with vigor. You had never imagined him to be this passionate, this intense. But you had no complaints, his hands tugging you forward until you fell onto his lap, legs slotting in beside his own to straddle him on the wheely chair.
You broke away for a moment to catch your breath, eyes surveying every square inch of Liam’s face to commit it to memory. He truly was a gorgeous man, and you hoped you would get to see him like this many more times to come. He caught the look in your eyes and dove back into your lips, his teeth capturing your bottom lip in a bruising grip, a whimper escaping your lips before someone clearing their throat interrupted you.
“I guess we have everything we need for the video. Thanks you two.”
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You've referred a few times to the question of what Paul thought John thought of him during the 70s, what with Lennon Remembers (for example). But it seems pretty clear from the outside anyway that John never stopped considering Paul one of/the most important people in his life.
Of course, Paul is/was not looking from the outside and hurtful remarks are hurtful, but is there any evidence that Paul really could have thought John never cared? I suppose I mean from either perspective of, was that ever believable and also do we have evidence of what Paul believed, correctly or not?
Oh, I think it was 100% believable and I think John actively (at times) wanted Paul to believe it was true. The things that turned up in the media were almost entirely negative. There were nice things too. But they weren't as widely reported (for obvious reasons) and sometimes not reported at all. We have access to his demos and anecdotes all collected in one place. Paul doesn't know about all of these because we have accounts of him finding out about them (once even on camera) and being very invested in hearing that the preconceived narrative is wrong. Look at his reaction to Get Back.
Obviously a big part of this is the discourse around the Beatles' break up. The blame was laid at Paul's feet and the idea that he was a nightmare that the others only 'put up with' was pretty common until fairly recently. Indeed, John said that Lennon/McCartney wasn't really a thing after touring ended (which was just a lie which John admitted later saying he was just hurt and lashing out). It would be so hard for anyone not to be influenced by that. And I do think Paul, for all he's the stubbornest man on earth, also is very susceptible to this sort of thing. More than John or George for example. Plus this is the sort of nightmare (your most favorite/most influential person suddenly saying you were nothing and they didn't care) is so hurtful that you can see why he'd take it to heart. This is also combined with how incredibly destroyed he was (however briefly) by the breakup. It seemed like a part of him had been ripped away and he was left (for want of a better word) damaged by it. With all of that baggage, I don’t know that Paul could have heard anything and truly believed John loved him.
As to if Paul personally really believed it, I’m not sure we have evidence of Paul outright saying, “I thought he hated me”. But we do have him saying he was hurt, and that he was influenced by the narrative. Given Paul is Paul, that’s pretty strong. Also, the way he pushes back, so… forcefully(?) like he’s trying to convince himself as well as others is telling. Also. Alllllll of his John songs - especially Here Today, follow the same sort of narrative.
On the other hand, the thing that makes me go ??? is why Paul kept re-engaging at all. It's John that slams the door shut over and over in the 70s. From Lennon Remembers to Melody Maker, to not turning up to Paul's recording sessions after he got back with Yoko, to awful phone calls, to turning Paul away from his front door.
This being John, I do also think he was probably very apologetic and loving at times too. The issue is we still don’t really understand the break up (if Paul feels guilty that might explain some of it) and Paul seems pathological in his need to excuse John's behavior. So... it's a mess, basically.
All of which combined to create this cognitive dissonance for Paul. He knows John told him he loved him. He knows they were close at times. But he also knows that John seemed so furious that he tried to ruin him. How do you deal with those things at once? That's before you get to anything potentially romantic and if Paul missed the boat there/rejected it.
I think it is summed up by the quote where Paul bursts out, "I did love him, you know, and I know he loved me". I think Paul probably felt that (at heart) for nearly the whole time. John releases HDYS and then calls and says "Jealous Guy is about you too". It's that over and over. So, I think Paul was scared John hated him, but was desperate to cling to any hope that wasn't true.
Does that make sense? Let me know what you think!
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[A Little More] Niragi S.
The plot is basically knowing before the games, and you were his main bully's sister. And then it transfers to being in the games. I listened to the song 'A Little More' by Alessia Cara while making this, and it's on my Wattpad as well :)
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, bullying, mentions of rape(none done by Niragi towards the reader. Also, more like insinuates it, not describes or for sure says it, but just in case!)
You had seen the boy around. He carried his books hurriedly around, and your brother always told you he was his friend. And you believed him.
"Onii-Chan! Hiii!" You chirped, running up to your brother. You saw his friends behind him, the boy with the glasses trailing behind. "I'll be inside in a second," you said, running past the group of boys to the boy behind them. "Hi! My name's (L/N) (F/N). What's your's?" You introduced, holding out a hand to him to shake. "S-suguru Niragi... Nice to meet you," he responded, looking up to meet your gaze. "That's my big brother, he's super cool. I wanna be like him one day. Even though he's only a years older," you giggled, pointing towards the boy standing in the doorway, glaring down at him. "B-big brother? I-i have to go..." he excused. "Ah, wait, Suguru-San, let's talk more at school yeah?" You shouted after him. He stopped, turning to look at you, giving a curt nod.
"Hey! What- what are you doing?" You asked, stumbling across your brother with his friend. Niragi was on the floor, blood spilling from nose, a baseball next to him. His glasses scattered to the side. "Leave (Y/N), it's nothing to concern yourself with. Go home," your brother said. He was holding a baseball bat. "I thought he was your friend?" You asked, walking closer to them. "I told you to leave," your brother responded louder. "Did you do this to him?" You asked, tears building in your eyes. "And if I did? He's just a loser anyways," you brother said. You gasped, walking closer to your brother. "Stop. You shouldn't do this," you said, trying to look at the boy standing in front of you like he was still your brother and not some monster who had been torturing someone innocent. "I told you to leave you dumb bitch," he scoffed, pushing you down. "D-dont!" Niragi shouted from behind you. Your eyes widened. "Don't hurt her... she's your sister, you shouldn't hurt your sister," Niragi said, trying his hardest to be brave to protect you. "And?" Your brother said, kicking your leg harshly. You gave a yelp of pain, and crawled backwards to Niragi. " 'Ragi, you ok?" You asked, wiping away the blood, to no avail as it kept coming out. "Get away from him (Y/N), unless you want the same treatment," one of your brother's friends smirked. Your eyes widened, holding onto him. "Hurt me then. I don't care. Leave him alone!" You shouted, shielding Niragi from them. "Aw look, he needs a girl to protect him," one of the boys taunted. You stood up, holding Niragi's hand. Your brother scoffed, tossing a ball up, and batting it. You only heard a crack, and felt a pain on your nose. You put a hand up, and felt blood drip down. " 'Ragi, on the count of three, run. Run home or wherever, don't look back, just run, and I'll see you at school tomorrow alright?" You instructed, looking at him with a smile. "But what about you? You're a girl and they could do worse to you than me I can't let you-" he said, stumbling over his words. "Go. I'll be fine, I'll see you tomorrow," you said, the kind smile he'd grown to love still present on his face. He only nodded.
"1"
He closed his eyes, dreading the thought of leaving you alone.
"2"
You looked up at him, and gave him a quick kiss to the cheek.
"3."
He swallowed harshly, and ran like you told him. He did what you told him, trying to block out the noise, because he knew he would look back if he did...
The next day you showed up at school. Your eyes no longer held the same spark they had. Your smile had dulled. Not even like you were giving a real smile. There were bruises on your legs that you had neglected to cover.
You went to your usual spot under the Sakura tree in the school court yard. " 'Ragi?" You questioned, seeing him standing there, under the tree. He saw you, and let out a sigh of relief. "Are you ok? What happened? What did they to you?" He asked, reaching out for you. You jumped back, scared of what might happen if you let him touch you. He looked at you, seeing the bruises on your neck and legs. "What the hell did they do to you?" He whispered, slowly walking over to you. Your eyes filled with tears. "I-it was h-horrible, I- I didn't think that i-," you started, breaking down in sobs. He reached you, slowly wrapping his arms around you.
You two sat atop the roof of the apartment complex, looking out to the stars. "So let me get this straight, if a guy with piercings and long hair asked you out, you wouldn't hesitate to say yes?" He asked, laughing a bit. You laughed, nodding your head. "But also smart guys. Clever ones, who put thought into things. The guys who aren't afraid of their emotions or mine ya know?" You admitted, looking up to the stars. He nodded softly. " 'Ragi. You'd look good with piercings," you mentioned all of a sudden. "Really?" He asked, looking at you. "Mhm. And if you grew out your hair to... here," you said, touching his shoulders. "Is this your way of telling me I'm ugly?" He joked. "No! You're really cute, I'm just saying it would look good on you. Dummy," you muttered. "What would you do if everyone in Tokyo disappeared? It was just the two of us?" He asked suddenly. "I'd be... happy. Our utopia where my brother and his stupid friends don't exist. Just us, watching the stars every night. I'd like that," you said softly. "I'd like that too," he whispered.
You chuckled at the memory. "Well, I would have liked it. If you were here with me," you said, leaning back on the wall. You looked down at the cards in your hand. 10 of clubs, ace of diamonds, and 2 of hearts. You shuddered. "Maybe it's better you're not here 'Ragi. I wouldn't want you going through this," you muttered. You heard the engine of a car. "What the hell? I thought cars didn't work," you whispered, walking out from your hiding spot, onto the street. The headlights of the cars fell on you, and they stopped. "Oi, you ok?" A voice asked. "Um, not really? How'd you get cars working?" You responded. No one answered. "We have a place where people in this situation can go. The Beach. Do you have any playing cards?" The person asked. "Yes, I do. 10 of clubs, ace of diamonds, and 2 of hearts," you responded. "Hop on in," they said. You walked over cautiously, getting into the car.
"Welcome to the beach. Right now, there's only a few of us, but in time there will be many. We have 3 militals, and 4 executives so far, with me being the leader," the man, who's name you learned to be Hatter. "Hatter, your back from- and who's this?" A voice said from the top of the staircase. You looked over, and saw a boy, about your age, with dark shoulder length hair. You couldn't see his facial features since he was so far away. He walked down the stairs, and you could see his face. He had an eyebrow piercing, as well as a nose piercing, with very attractive features. He looked so familiar. "That's Niragi, he's one of the militals, which is why he has a weapon," Hatter explained. Niragi clicked his tongue. "N-niragi?" You stuttered, walking a bit closer to the boy. "Oi, why the hell are you starin' at me like that? You look like you've seen a ghost," he scoffed. "Hi! My name's (L/N) (F/N). What's your's?" You said, using the same childish voice you had back then, sticking a hand out like you had back then, hoping this was your Niragi. The Niragi you had spent hours with atop the roofs of Tokyo. The Niragi who called you an idiot for getting drunk once. The Niragi who had most of your firsts, even if they were on a dare or some stupid punishment of your brother's creation. The same Niragi who had protected you after that day. The same Niragi who bought you candies and snacks after school. The Niragi you had and still loved. His eyes widened, and the gun he had dropped to the floor. "S-suguru Niragi... Nice to meet you," he said, the same way he had back then. The tears that had filled your eyes fell, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him into a hug. "It's you, it's really you right? I'm not dreaming? Did I die, is this heaven, please tell me that's really you," you cried into him. "It's me, it's really me (N/N)," he whispered, trying to keep his tears from falling. Hatter smiled, and left, giving the two of you a bit of privacy. He pulled away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands, placing his forehead on yours. "I'm so happy you're ok," you whispered. He stayed quiet, reeling in everything. You were there. With him. You were safe as could be within this messed up world. You were the same (Y/N) who had taken more damage for him than anyone in his life. The (Y/N) who had stayed up on late night phone calls. The (Y/N) who fixed his glasses everytime they broke. The (Y/N) who watched the stars with him. You pulled away, sniffling. "You look different," you laughed, sniffling and drying your tears. "Good different or bad different?" He asked with a smirk. "Good different. Great different. I told you you'd look good," you said. "Oh that reminds me of something I've wanted to do forever. (Y/N), will you go out with me?" He asked. "Yes," you responded with a smile. "Oh wow, you really meant no hesitation, huh?" He teased. "I've loved you since we were kids, why the fuck would I say no?" You admitted, holding his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.
"You know, this isn't the way I thought I'd die, but I'm glad it's with you," you said, panting from the heat of the flames. "It's all my fault. You shouldn't be in this mess. Fucking hell..." he muttered. You lay your head on his shoulder. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. I had just as much fault as you," you whispered. "Chishiya was right. All of us militals are just morons with guns," he laughed. You smiled. "I'm sure he'd love to hear you admit that. I can see him smirking right now," you said, a laugh escaping your lips. "Remember that time your brother found us on the roof, and we had to jump from one roof to the other to get away?" He asked leaning his head onto yours. "Yeah, remember that time we threw one of his baseball's into the river, and he was super pissed?" You giggled. "Remember that night on the roof when you told me your biggest fear was loosing me?" He asked. "That was legitimately the other night, if course I didn't forget it bubs," you whispered, snuggling into him. You both coughed from the smoke. "I don't want to die..." you whimpered, hugging him tightly. He held onto you. "I know... I know. But we'll just feel pain for a second, and then we'll meet in hell princess," he joked, trying to comfort you. You laughed a bit, but it turned into you coughing. "I love you Niragi," you said. "I love you too, (Y/N)."
Sorry if he's OOC my dear readers-
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Singing in the Shower and Other Sins (aka three times Steve was caught singing and the one time he wasn't)
@gideongrace this is for you 😚
(link to the version on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/21394876 )
i.
Steve sings all the time. Loud and off key in a goofy sort of lovable way. He jams with Dustin on their way to school, dances around Scoops and Family Video when it's slow, uses anything and everything as a mic.
Which made it so weird when Robin walked into work to find Steve singing like, good.
He had his back to her with an armful of tapes. His voice was soft and he was gently bopping (so he didn't drop all the videos). But his voice was so good!
Robin leaned against the wall and just observed Steve for a moment. It was weird, almost wrong, to hear the correct sound notes come from him.
"Having fun there, Springsteen?"
She shouldn't have scared him, she knows that. But his face was so funny when spun around, barely holding onto his stack of tapes.
"Jesus, warn a guy, Buckley!" He snapped, running his free hand through his hair.
"You can sing."
"What?"
"You always sing bad when I'm around, but you can like actually sing! Like sing really good!"
"Oh, no I wasn't singing? That was...that was definitely just the radio, I can't sing for shit, you know that--"
"Nuh uh Harrington, I know your dirty little secret now! You've got pipes!"
Steve rolled his eyes.
"Rob." He started putting stuff away again. "You of all people know I can't sing to save my life."
"I just heard you, don't know why you're denying it."
"Whatever, go get your vest before Keith gets here." Steve nodded towards the break room door but smiled at her knowingly.
"Fucking knew it!" She shouted as she went to put her vest on. "Why are you trying to hide this magnificent gift God herself has bestowed upon you?"
Steve shrugged and handed her half his stack once she got back.
"Don't tell anyone, don't need you messing up what little cred I have left."
She flipped him off.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Life went on.
ii.
Steve made the mistake of telling Dustin where the spare key to his front door was. Under the ceramic frog in the planter left of the door. But the kid was basically his little brother and he'd shown Steve where his spare key was the week before. So they were even now.
So Dustin let himself and the rest of the party into Steve's house for an impromptu hang out sesh. Mike, Lucas, and Max made a beeline for the kitchen to drop off the arm fulls of snack they had while Dustin showed Will and Jane around.
Jane had started going by "Jane" full time since the Hopper-Byers move and the party was supportive as always. And since their move, the party had had three? maybe four hang outs at Steve's. So a tour was necessary since they missed the preliminary Casa de Harrington party.
"Holy shit do you guys hear that?" Will whispered once they got to the second floor's landing.
The other two stopped and listened. They heard a shower running and a radio going. Nothing special. Dustin strained his ears.
"No way."
"'No way' what?" Lucas asked as he, Max, and Mike joined them.
"That's Steve singing in the shower!"
"What's so bad about him singing in the shower?" Jane asked.
"Steve can't sing to save his life!" Mike said, incredulously.
"He's not that bad guys," Max tried to defend him.
"Okay, I love the guy like a brother but he drives me to school everyday and no, he cannot sing." Dustin explained as they crept closer to the bathroom door.
The shower shut off and his voice became clearer. The party continued bickering until the door swung open. Steam billowed out and Steve sang a line until he noticed the gaggle of teenagers in his hallway.
"What the fuck guys."
"What the fuck yourself Steven!" Mike shot back.
"Yeah, are you serious? For like, almost a year I've had to listen to you screech along to the radio when you've had the voice of an angel this whole time?! That's just plain rude." Dustin crossed his arms dramatically.
"Angelic's a little generous, Henderson."
"Your voice is really pretty," Jane said in awe.
Steve blushed and wrapped his arms around his torso.
"Thanks kid. Hey, how's Missouri treating you guys?" Steve pulled his shirt from the floor and put it on.
"Pretty good, the school has a huge library and Will joined an art club!" Jane said excitedly.
Will nodded along with her, putting his hands into his hoodie.
"Oh that's awesome! Glad you guys like it up there--"
"Can we get back to the whole 'Steve can actually sing' thing? Because that's still blowing my mind," Lucas interjected, flailing his arms a little.
"Yeah, can you sing Whitney? Because those were some pretty high notes if my ears don't decieve me." Max grinned evilly.
"No, I can't sing Whitney, I can barely sing, remember?" Steve sounded like he was talking to toddlers.
"Dude, none of use are deaf, we all heard." Mike gave him an unimpressed look.
"Yeah, and that was Queen and you definitely hit all those high notes. You can totally sing Whitney!" Max laughed and nudged Will when he stifled a giggle.
"I can't believe I'm being mocked by a bunch of 10 year olds!"
"We're fifteen, Harrington," Dustin said sarcastically.
Steve rolled his eyes.
"Okay, can you shits get out of my room so I can get dressed? Don't feel like spending the day in a towel while you make fun of my singing abilities."
He started to herd them towards the stairs as they protested, claiming they weren't making fun, just confused as to why he would torture them with a fake awful voice.
When Steve came downstairs, Max pushed play on the tape player in the living room. "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" started playing and Steve turned red.
"This isn't fucking karaoke night you dweebs!"
But he started laughing when they all started throwing popcorn at him and he proceeded to dump snacks onto everyone else, starting an epic pre-movie night food fight.
iii.
Robin's parents were going to be out of town for the first time in a thousand years so, naturally, she was throwing a party.
It wasn't a typical high school rager, more like a get together between friends and absolutely no children, Steve!
So really it was just Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Barb, and Billy.
Steve and Billy came over early to help make food. Which translated to Steve making food while Billy sat on the couch and read, using the "I died for you bitches" excuse for the millionth time.
And ever since Robin had caught him singing at work, he became more and more comfortable singing around her. She didn't ask about him singing around Billy. So here he was, singing while mixing something together in a bowl. Like a goddamn housewife.
"If my parents were here they'd be so pleased I found a nice boy who knows what he's doing in the kitchen." She said as she measured some milk out for the brownies.
She could hear Billy snort from the living room over the "knowing what he's doing in the kitchen" comment.
Steve laughed and kicked at her shins.
Wham! came on and Steve's face lit up. And it was the yo-yo song, the best freaking one. And Robin was in band so her inntonation wasn't like awful, she definitely had the lungs for singing.
So they were singing along to George Michael in the Buckley's colorful kitchen while making brownies when the other three showed up.
"You can sing?" Barb asked with big eyes.
"You act like I've never sung in front you you before." Steve replied while hunching over, self conscious.
"Yeah but normally it's more...pitchy," Nancy offered.
"We're not judging your anything man, you've got a great voice," Jonathan filled in quickly. "Didn't really believe Will when he said Steve could sing."
He said that last part mostly to Nancy, but everyone heard it.
And Robin was kind of done. Because Steve told her, one time when they were hotboxing his car, that he sang bad on purpose because his dad thought it was "faggy" to be able sing that well. That he sounded like Freddie and George and Bowie in the worst way. And she knew he was bi, knew he got embarrassed when people started talking about him singing because of what his dad said.
She was about to call them out when Billy flipping Hargrove beat her to it.
"Leave him alone, you're just jealous your pipes aren't as good," Billy said in a monotone voice from the couch.
"It's fine, Billy, they're--"
"No he's right, lay off."
Nancy and Jonathan at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Barb walked into the kitchen to help out.
"Your voice really is good. Didn't mean to sound so shocked before. You were just...really good. And I totally remember you singing into a hairbrush that one time? And your voice cracked all over the place?" Barb bumped her hip into Steve's, wiggling her eyebrow.
"Oh my god, I almost lost my voice from that! God, that was forever ago, cannot believe you remember that."
"Yeah that's what made me realize 'King Steve" was like an actual human boy, not this entity the entire school and Nancy made you out to be."
Billy migrated from the couch to the counter when he heard the words "King Steve" and put his book on the counter top.
"When was this?" And thank god for Billy because Robin wanted to ask so bad what they were talking about.
"Oh Steve threw a little party back in junior year to woo Nancy and he was a little buzzed and was trying to make her laugh by singing along to, what was it?" Barb turned to smirk at Steve.
"ABBA, it's was ABBA."
Billy rolled his eyes and mumbled "of course" as Robin cackled.
"Very on brand, dingus."
"Yeah but he overexaggerated the awfulness and his voice cracked, like, painfully. Like, I felt it, it was so bad!"
Steve scrunched up his nose at the memory and laughed. Robin and Billy started laughing too and Barb continued telling embarrassing stories about Steve that the other two had never heard before.
+i.
Steve jolted awake to a loud clattering sound coming from the other end of his room.
"How many times do I have to tell you to clear off your fucking desk, Harrington," Billy stage whispered angrily.
"How many times do I have to tell you to use the fucking front door, Hargrove."
Steve hopped out of bed to meet Billy by the window. He scanned his face for bruises which made Billy rolls his eyes.
"Can't a guy just visit his boyfriend in the middle of the night without anything being wrong?"
"Yeah but you only sneak in through my window when you've had a bad night, you dramatic fuck." Steve cupped Billy's face with one hand and let him lean into it.
Comfortable silence enveloped them before Billy broke it.
"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled.
"Okay." Steve let Billy drop his head into his shoulder. " Do you wanna talk about it or go to bed?"
Because "couldn't sleep" is generally code for nightmares.
Billy shrugged, shoulder bumping Steve's chin a little, and Steve nodded, tugging him towards the bed.
He helped Billy get down to just his boxers and a tee before getting under the covers. Steve positioned them so that Billy was half laying in Steve with his ear over his heart and their legs tangled. Because Steve liked the pressure and Billy liked listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
They laid like that for a minute, getting comfortable and used to each other's warmth.
And Billy had told him, a long time ago, that his mom used to sing to him when he couldn't sleep. And that was before Billy knew Steve could actually sing. That was what made Steve sing for real in front of him.
So, on nights like this, Steve sang.
He started humming the intro to "Going to California", moving his fingers in time up and down Billy's back. Billy let out a sigh and pressed himself closer into Steve's chest.
So Steve sang into the dark of his bedroom, chasing away monsters; the kind that live in your house and the kind that live underground, until Billy drifted off and pulled Steve with him into a warm and deep sleep that only comes when wrapped around someone you love.
#harringrove#fic#my writings#HOLY SHIT#guys pls read this i spent three hours frantically writing this thx#harringrove fanfic#this is kind of mean to nancy and jonathan but i dont like them so suck it#and theres backstory on ao3 but hopper survives and lives with the Byers and therefore moves with them and barb is here bc i said so#its a happy boys and supportive lesbians fic fight me
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The best DMC I've ever had.
A Staff member on my Minecraft Server, Iris (pylonsbro), connects with Minechat. A 60MIN+ Conversation Ensues.
Harrison: Hi
Iris: Hey, just seeing how things are going ~
Harrison: Thanks for that ~
Iris: I'm on minechat.
Harrison: By the way, we filled the second owner spot!
Iris: You can't teleport me, and yeah, Justin told me.
Harrison: I teleported you out of Hub, to get you out of there.
Iris: Oh ok, aha. Sorry, and thanks for that ~
Harrison: Iris, there's a way out now, go to the end of the path with the sign, and step on the pressure plate.
Iris: Yeah, I saw that before.
Harrison: Does it not work?
Iris: Nah, it worked. Nice, that's something I've been waiting for. I wish I could show you my house.
Harrison: Hold on, let me De-Op myself and try the sign. I've got console, so I can Re-Op myself.
Iris: Wait a sec...
Harrison: Ok, it works.
Iris: Where am I?
Harrison teleports to Iris to see where she is.
Harrison: You're in an awesome man cave -- An empty one, but still awesome.
Iris: That's my home (^_^)
Harrison: I know :D
Iris: I think it's mad (^_^)
Harrison: Same here ~ I will add detail for you, tell me what you think.
Iris: Yeah, thanks, I can't see it though...? I'm on my iPhone.
Harrison: Well, when you get on PC.
Harrison sets his game mode to creative.
Harrison: By the way, I might not even need OP, because of the way I set it up ~
Iris: (^_^) Yeah, I'm out for the night, having a bit of fun (^_^)
Harrison: Bye :P
Iris: Wait, where are you from?
Harrison: [REDACTED: PERSONAL INFORMATION], Allenwood, PA. Mail me if you can pls. Notice meh.
Harrison: So, basically Pennsylvania.
Iris: (^_^) I only wanted the country ~
Harrison: US. The U.S. of A. The You Esp Of A. The You Esp of Ayy Lmao...
Iris: (^_^) Mad, what's the time there?
Harrison: It's 11:06 AM
Iris: Ayee Canadian (*_^)
Harrison: I'm listening to OMFG - I Love You ~ Oh wait, it just ended.
From this point on the conversation becomes deep and personal.
Iris: (^_^) You're very detailed tonight, it's 1:10 AM Here. 1:08 to be exact.
Harrison: It's called "Stimming" and it's an ADHD thing, being very specific.
Iris: Yeah, I sound a bit like you.
Harrison: If you had ADHD you'd know what I mean.
Iris: I don't have ADHD ~
Harrison: Oh.
Iris: What makes you think I do?
Harrison: I didn't say you did, I said "If" you did.
Iris: "Oh" (^_^) -- You sound upset that I don't have it
Harrison: I don't get upset. Well, maybe sometimes.
Iris: Everyone gets upset.
Harrison: Yeah, I suppose, but I get upset less.
Iris: I get upset for no reason most days.
Harrison: I'm usually as calm as could be, some people are more mild like that. :P
Iris: I've like, suffered from fucking depression and shit, so I'm trying to be chilled.
Harrison: I've had a fine life -- Even finder than sir Moustache's Moustache.
Iris: I have a perfect life too, I get everything I want. Perfect Family, Boyfriend, and Yes.
Harrison: Same here -- I don't have a Girlfriend.
Iris: But it it's about what people have and don't have to get depression, it's a sickness.
Harrison: Yeah, it's a state of mind, an imbalance of Seratonin to Melatonin.
From this point on the conversation becomes very deep.
Iris: Yeah -- Getting more personal here, have you ever tried weed?
Harrison: Hello? You're talking to a stoner.
Iris: Is this legit?
Harrison: Yeah ~
Iris: Maddest cunt right here -- Might explain the "not getting upset" part.
Harrison: Truly?
Iris: Yes cunt, Harrison, you're a mad guy ~ Sorry for language
Harrison: I am very mad >:D -- just kidding xD
Iris: I had a couple cones tonight bruh ~
Harrison: Do you mean scones? Cuz you're Canadian.
Iris: I'm not Canadian...
Harrison: Oh, whoops...
Iris: I'm Australian, bloody oath mate ~ Do you know what cones are aye?
Harrison: I was thinking Australia and typed Canada, not sure why.
Iris: (^_^) Okay ~ Bro, do you know what cones are aye? You aren't a stoner if you don't.
Harrison: One sec, my mom's calling me... shit, I hate her, really.
[...]
Harrison: She's telling me to eat.
Iris: Avoiding the question (^_^) Nah, all good. Oh, eat then man.
Harrison: Nah, I just don't want to talk about weed, that's what it is.
Iris: Why's that, Harrison, you can honestly trust me with your life. I'm good at keeping secrets, I promise.
Harrison: It's just a pet peeve, sorry.
Iris: What does that mean?
Harrison: Look it up ~
Iris: Ok, if I must, be right back.
[...]
Iris: You hate it? You think weed's annoying?
Harrison: No, I just think talking about it too much is.
Iris: Do you think I'm annoying?
Harrison: No ~
Iris: (^_^)
Harrison: Jinx ~
Iris: Nah, it's all good, respect.
Harrison: By the way, I use a vaporizer, I never used a bong. Smoke makes me sick.
Iris: Oh yeah, so it's not a regular thing?
Harrison: No, a vaporizer is like, where the THC is in a vapor, instead of a smoke.
Iris: Nah, sorry, just forget about it, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Harrison: I hope that clears up not knowing about "Cone."
Iris: Yeah, I thought for a second you might be fake, but I see now I was wrong.
Harrison: It happens to the best of us.
Iris: You've probably had enough of me...
Harrison: Nope, I can take you all day :D
Iris: That sounds a little weird, but okay :D
Harrison: I'm listening to a song that says "You must be out of your mind."
Iris: Am I out of my mind?
Harrison: No, you're yourself. I try to be fair, honest and determined.
Iris: Yeah, I just try to do the right thing, if someone's struggling I'll be there for them.
Harrison: ADHD is what made einstein smart, but I don't know about my skills.
Iris: Even if it kills me, I'll be there to help them -- Even if I hate them.
Harrison: I'm not doing to hot in my courses, despite being a quick learner and very creative.
Iris: I can't think of one person I even hate though.
Harrison: Me neither. The exception is my mom, in a sarcastic way xD
Iris: Ah yeah ~ I feel like we're having a good deep conversation.
Harrison: Same here (^_^) -- There was this one kid who looked into my eyes in-game and left. They're red.
Iris: Woah, wait, I'm confused as fuck! ~ Sorry for Swearing...
Harrison: Most times I have the hat layer on, a pair of sunglasses and headphones.
Iris: Still confused...
Harrison: I mean like, my minecraft skin.
Iris: Oh.
Harrison: So yeah, when I disable my hat layer, this kid left the game.
Iris: They can't handle the red eyes, huh? (^_^)
Harrison: Nope xD
Iris: I think I'm catching on, do you have red eyes? (In-game)
Harrison: Yeah, in game. *COUGH* irl too *COUGH*
Iris: (^_^) You should get eye contacts, I have cat cat eye ones.
Harrison: What do you mean? Will they cover it up? (The white (or red) part)
Iris: No, it just covers the iris.
Harrison: Oh, that's dissapointing. :/
Me and Iris reveal our names to eachother for the first time.
Iris: Iris, that's also my name :3
Harrison: That's a really cool name ~ It sounds magical as could be, loving it!
Iris: Ah yea (^_^) You wouldn't tell me yours would you?
Harrison: Sure, I'm Harrison. Harrison Bruce Micheal Smith. Two middle names :)
Iris: Ah, I like it!
Harrison: But when I grow up, I will change it to Harrison Jenson Angelia Williamson.
Iris: Ooh :)
Harrison: H-JAW for short.
Iris: That's a mouthful, but hey, as long as you like it :D -- It's smart.
Harrison: That's a little codename I made up when I was 7 or so.
Iris: Aw (^_^) That's so cute!
Harrison: The whole point is to be unique. I bet nobody has that name.
Iris: Same here, I've never met anyone with my name before.
Harrison: Basically, my birthname is Williamson, so then I just used a random name generator for the middle names!
Iris: Magic, I love it!
Harrison: The factors combine to make the ultimate name!
Iris: You're actually one of a kind ~ I hardly ever find someone to talk to for this long.
Harrison: I am a conversationalist, so, yeah.
Iris: I like it, you're cool :)
Harrison: This is probably why I never get things done :P
Iris: (^_^) Yeah ~ I always get distracted.
Harrison: Thing is, when I actually do something I'm usually pretty good at it, and that's what counts.
Iris: Well, it shows, you have a fucking amazing server. -- Sorry for Swearing...
Harrison: Swearing is cool with me :P
Iris: Sorry, I just don't want to disrespect you or like, make you upset or something.
Harrison: I don't care, I don't give a shit (`^_^`)
Iris: (:^_^:) But is swearing allowed in this server?
Harrison: Of course
Iris: Yeah, awesome, first swear word I've head you say :)
Harrison: It's all about context, if it's hate swearing then no, but emphasis is fine.
Iris: You know it's a fact that people who swear a lot are honest people.
Harrison: Well then call me a liar cuz I used to swear a bunch.
Iris: Yeah, I swear all the time, and I hate lying.
Harrison: Emphasis: I used to swear a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot!
Iris: (^_^) Ok, I get it, I'll never lie, and I don't want to be lied to.
Harrison: Thing is, I always hit a brick wall when lying.
Iris: What do you mean?
Harrison: Well, I've tried lying before and I always end up telling the truth, even if I don't get caught.
Iris: Well, that's a good thing.
Harrison: Agreed, and I can hardly ever keep a personal secret. I can keep yours though :)
Iris: We'll have to wait and see on that one (^_^) Lol, no it's all good.
Harrison: So, I can lie and deceive fluently, but I end up avoiding it because morality and shit.
Iris: I'm the same way man.
Harrison: Oh, by the way I'm a Mormon. And I do weed. Thug Lyfe Bitch!
Iris: Hah, you're a mad cunt bro, honestly.
Harrison: Yeah, Mormons forbid that kind of indulgence. Well, most of them that is (*_^)
Iris: Woah, you're a Mormon?
Harrison: Loosely, yeah. I just have to go with my parents to church, it's not really religious.
Iris: So you can't do sports on Sunday, hey?
Harrison: No, but that's irrelevant, cuz I never got into sports anyways.
Iris: Well, I'm a state basketballer.
Harrison: Cool, so yeah, I don't do sparts, I don't watch sparts, nothing.
[..]
Harrison: Lol, sparts... Spartaaa!!!
Iris: Haha :)
Harrison: Wtf how did I to a double type... I mean typo...
Iris: Ehm...
Harrison: Oh, wow, I typo'd on the word typo.
Iris: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> Hello -- Illuminati. You think you're cool.
Harrison: I think I'm just another guy, doing what he thinks is right, and never stops 'till he's finished the job.
Iris: Well, I think you're cool. Even though you are very talkative :{
Harrison: Wtf is that face, haha :3
Iris: Idk lol.
Harrison: But yeah, determination is my core, it can branch out into many directions but you can always trace it back to my determination.
Iris: Well, I should go, I didn't bring a charger and my phone's like, dead. Oh, and I need to be home in a few hours (^_^)
Harrison: Oh shit, that's quite a convo stopper, damn son!
Iris: I'm sorry :(
Harrison: Look, remember when u did the illuminati thing?
Iris: Yeah
Harrison: My modification is: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> No. Hell Nah man!
Iris: (^_^) Hell yeah!
Harrison: No.
Iris: OOH THE FULL STOP, You mad bro?
Harrison: [Thinks for a moment] No. But WOW!
Iris: (^_^) Yeah, right on, I'm off, we'll talk another time, maybe tomorrow.
Harrison: I've been in your base area this whole time, the outside is even better!
Iris: See ya soon!
Harrison: Wait ~ One more sec.
Iris: You realize everything you do for me on this server is REALLY appreciated. A lot.
Harrison: Thanks, bye.
Harrison Kicks Iris off the server, with reason "Leave the fancy way.."
Iris Rejoins the game.
Iris: Wtf, did you kick me?
Harrison: The reason was "Leave the fancy way", did you see it?
Iris: Yes I did, but why, I didn't like it.
Harrison: Oh, it was meant to be funny, sorry about that.
Iris: Oh ok, I though you were being a dick, sorry I took it the wrong way.
Harrison: Hell -> No.
Iris: (.^__^.) OMG XDDD :D -- I don't want to leave :(
Harrison: I know the feeling.
Iris: Sorry, I'll let you do what owners do on servers, cya man, best DMC Ever!
Harrison: Bye!
[..]
Harrison: Wait, what's DMC?
Iris abruptly leaves the game.
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