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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years

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mirror room - e.h

evan and his girlfriend are dragged along by zoe, alanna and jared to an escape room course that has a theme of optical illusions. there are four rooms and three hours. each room has it's own task that will eventually lead to the occupants' escape. if you do not solve the task you will "blow up". amidst jared and the clock's pressure, supposedly neuro-typical y/n suffers from what she's normally calming her boyfriend down from.

tw: anxiety attack. pressure. mentions of distortion.

Y/N

we were supposed to go on a date but it's alana's birthday tomorrow so i guess that alana gets what she wants.

evan didn't seen too disappointed about our date's cancellation.

thankfully, he didn't appear to look relieved about it either.

he just seemed... worried. but then again, evan had anxiety.

so him being worried about our date having been cancelled wasn't worrying enough for me to text his mum in secret.

we'd even made it to the fourth room without anything distantly related to anxiety occuring.

even with all of the distortion, evan seemed to be enjoying today.

i couldn't really say the same thing about myself.

i mean, i was pretty sure that i was calm.

because otherwise evan would notice immeadietly.

i just... the lights... the noises... the fear of our fictional death...

every noise possible in the room was piling over each other in loud groans over the previous sound.

evan's sleeve.

the strap of zoe's backpack.

jared, adjusting his glasses.

the ticking of the clock.

alana's breathing.

even the colours...

the pinks and blues and greens of the neon projectors popping against the black tinted mirrors...

"our life depends on you, y/n! there's a number left! come on, seriously?" this was jared. he sounded like he was underwater.

i tried to compose myself. i knew this code pattern, i'd done it before when i was little.

i couldn't let my friends down... everyone was taking things so seriously...

tick, tick, tick...

evan's sleeve.

zoe's backpack.

jared's glasses.

alana's breathing.

tick, tick, tick...

evan uncaps his bottle from a thousand miles away...

it's so fucking loud...

tick, tick, tick...

"we have like, fifteen minutes left..." jared again.

evan sighs loudly.

"fellow agents," the robotic woman added to jared's banter, "we have fifteen minutes left to solve this case! we must get out before the enterprise explodes!"

tick, tick, tick...

"see? she totally agrees with me!" howled jared, still underwater.

"shut up, jared," said evan, his voice dangerously leveled.

they were all underwater...

the numbers in front of me on the lock started to blur.

more neon blobs...

"fellow agents, there are ten minutes left!"

"why is she so energetic about us blowing up?" asked zoe.

"no idea..." said alanna.

"hansen, if we were on an island with codes we would all be dead..."

"shut up, jared..." evan sounded both underwater and pleading.

"fourtern minutes to get that door open! would you like to use your last hint?"

"yes!" shouted jared.

"no!" yelled zoe, "no, we wouldn't! come on, n/n!"

"she's trying..." said evan quietly, making me feel a whole lot worse than he intended to.

"very well..." said the lady through the hidden speakers, "there are thirteen minutes left..."

tick, tick, tick...

"eleven minutes!"

tick, tick, tick...

"oh my god, come on!"

"i said, shut up, jared..."

tick, tick, tick...

"ten minutes to go!"

"we're literally already dead!"

"jared, seriously, shut up."

tick, tick, tick...

"you can do it n/n!"

tick, tick, tick.

"nine minutes to go!" tick, tick, tick... "oh my god... this is taking so fucking long..." tick, tick, tick... "shut up, jared..." tick... "eight minutes..." tick, tick, tick... "i give up..." tick, tick, tick, tickticktickticktick... "shut up..." hurryupshutuphurryupshutuptickticktick...

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

my hands shook and everything finally, finally went quiet.

the waves dragged me down.

tick, tick, tick...

"look, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..."

"jared, seriously, shut up." this was not evan but alana this time.

tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick.

"evan, evan, i - i c - i can't - i can't - " tears began to form.

"hey. hey. talk to me..." evan wasn't faraway. everyone else still was but it was okay. "what can't you do?"

i exhaled but nothing came out.

"hey, babe. listen to me. what can't you do, beautiful girl?"

"i can't... i can't..."

he held me. evan hansen, held me.

and that made me feel a little bit safe.

"b - i can't - i don't know how - it won't - they won't let me breathe... evan... i can't breathe... the air, it's not... i can't breathe, why can't i fucking breathe!"

EVAN

i had no idea what to do. it was normally me who had an anxiety or panic attack.

she was normally the one comrorting me.

i took moment to think. just a second.

i went with what my gut told me (for once).

when my attacks were really bad y/n would hold me close.

she would whisper things in my hair and tell me it would be okay....

so that was what i did.

"hey," i said softly, trying my best not to freak out too, "you're okay. it's fine if you didn't solve it, you got most of it and that's all that matters. no, baby, don't listen to jared, he's talking bullshit..." i glared at him. "just... go to that place. remember?" when we were kids... the tent... the fairy lights you made me put..."

she nodded. thank god. thank fucking god.

"it's okay, baby, it's just a game..."

"yeah, we don't mind! it was still fun!" added zoe. alanna nodded.

"are you sure?" said y/n, still trembling but just a little bit.

"of course i'm sure," i replied softly. "i'll always be sure..."

calm was finally, finally restored. y/n cried into my shirt.

"i'm sorry..." she wiped the last of her tears with a sniff, "i'm sorry i couldn't do it... jared. guys... i'm really sorry..."

an explosion went off over the speakers.

"nah, it was my fault, remember? i took forever to figure out the hidden number in the css code... zoe rolled her eyes. "besides. who cares! we had fun!"

"you didn't do anything wrong..." i whispered. "i love you..." fuck, i loved her so much...

"i love you too..."

"get a room!"

so as you can probably tell deh is my new obsession (i'm reading the book and listening to the soundtrack) so requests for evan are open and i'll make a spot on my masterlist.

MASTERLIST

#evan hansen #dear evan hansen #deh #deh imagine #evan hansen x reader #tw anxiety #evan hansen x female reader #evan hansen x you #evan hansen imagine angst #deh angst #deh x reader #evan hansen x reader smut #evan hansen x reader panic attack #evan hansen fluff imagine #evan hansen angst imagine #deh angst imagine

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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I have a question for you. How did you get into kpop?

Oof okay, time to expose myself. Y’all might wanna get some popcorn, cause it’s story time.

So it in part is thanks to my friend @cheonsajeonghan1004 we were both homeschooled and met in like 6th grade and did a lot of group projects together (someone made the mistake of putting the madness together and now it’s not going anywhere lol) and just got close. Like close enough that she came to an extra live lesson to see me give a presentation (it was on kpop mind you, but still).

So anyways we’re talking one day right, and she tells me that she recently got into a kpop group. Their name is SHINee and blah blah blah on and on she’s going. Now I have no problems with not understanding the language a music is in, never have, not an issue. I just wasn’t interested and that’s all she was talking about. So I finally snap and am like; “okay, fine you can send me 1 video of them, but if I don’t like it you leave me alone about them.”

Now I love her to bits, but let me tell you she wasn’t the smartest about what video she sent. Even she realized that (love you Shay). This girl she sends me the Lucifer dance practice. Where Taemin is wearing that freaking optical illusion shirt. Mind you I couldn’t look at anything but the shirt, like I got a migraine two minutes in and had to turn it off. I told her, “I can’t with the shirt that girl is wearing.” (Sorry Taemin, love you. I honestly wasn’t paying that much attention I just saw the hair real quick and then got distracted by the shirt....my bad)

Also, fun fact Taemin is my friend’s bias.....so anyways..... I was like I gave it a shot blah blah blah. I’m not doing that again, I’m gonna go take some pain meds for my migraine now.

Here’s the thing though, kpop always gets you. It finds a way right..... so I’m at a sleep over and start talking about how my friend is into kpop now and blah blah blah some group named SHINee. And my friends are like “ Oh do you just not like Asian men?” Which leads to me googling pictures of attractive Asian men to show them what I do and don’t prefer, like what my type is and that it isn’t that I don’t like Asian guys. And I stumble across a picture of Changjo from Teen Top and I am instantly like....”yes! This right here, I like this!” (Mind you it’s winter break so my friend and I aren’t talking much cause we would usually talk more during school.) And come to find out he’s in a group, so I look up the group....and I liked all of them (but we can thank L.Joe for really getting my attention, also I miss him) and was like “well, they’re cute so let’s look at one of their music videos.”

When i tell you I watched Crazy on repeat for 4 hours straight I mean it, it was 3am before I put the phone down to go to bed (at a sleepover I’m doing this). Wake up and eat breakfast the next morning and put it on repeat AGAIN! Haven’t seen any other mvs yet, and I’m like “Okay, I’m into whatever this is.” So I look up what kinda group they are, and as soon as I saw kpop.....I was like how the hell am I going to explain this to my friend?

Anyways that’s the gist of it, I then almost got into EXO next, but that’s when things started to go down and the member who got me interested left. So I was like....Okay Im gonna go until you guys chill a little bit. So I officially got into BTS second, then EXO, and then SHINee. Was kinda watching bits and pieces of Seventeen TV as videos showed up as suggested for me until they debuted. Basically after those first few groups it all went downhill and I don’t even know how many groups I know anymore. (But you’re welcome Shay for seventeen.)

My first girl group was APink (no that’s not really my style, I don’t know how it happened either, but yeah.)

My first celebrity crush was Rain, but from acting in a movie I binged all the time when I was 9/10. Forgot about the movie and him until years later, learned about him in kpop, thought he was familiar. Went to watch the movie with my brother as a throwback remembering that I was obsessed with someone in it. Lost my shit realizing it was Rain (also there is a g.o.d member in the movie for a little bit, fun fact). I’m not going to say what movie cause I believe it wasn’t liked by most, but anyways yeah....(honestly when I binged it was for Rain and his shirtless scene anyways....yes at 9/10 years old, leave me alone).

No, I don’t think that I really have a type when it comes to guys or even my biases (constant debate with me and my friends I say no, they give 3 different potential types). I do have a thing for rappers, but usually my biases end up not being the rappers anymore, so take that however I guess.

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pomegranate-belle · 5 years

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Crack pairings you say? *picks two characters that literally never interact* Fuckin... elektra and foggy *spins wheel of tropes I fall for every gd time* unexpectedly sheltering the other when theres a storm outside

So this, uh. I was just gonna do a quick little… Anyway, it got out of hand so have like 1k of this nonsense which in my head is probably a prequel to some World’s Weirdest Poly Ship MattFoggyElektra nonsense:

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Foggy does, actually, expect the knock at his window that night in late fall when the mother of all storms blows in. That’s the kind of life he lives now, apparently. It’s just that he’s expecting an idiot in a horned helmet and red body armor on the other side of the glass, not… Well. Not his best friend’s dead (undead? re-undead?) ninja ex-girlfriend, soaked through and too-pale with her ink-black hair slicked over her shoulders like a waterfall.

“Hello, Franklin,” she says with glowing eyes and a voice full of teeth.

Foggy’s pretty sure giving demons or vampires or what-the-fuck-ever a Black Sky is supposed to be permission to enter your home is how the protagonists of horror movies get murdered, but Elektra’s trembling from head to toe and no matter how unfairly perfect her bone structure is it doesn’t stop her from looking about two seconds from toppling off his fire escape. He’s on the fifth floor. It wouldn’t be a pretty fall.

So he slides the window open as far as it’ll go, lets Elektra Natchios slink into his bedroom and drip all over his carpet. Gets his fluffiest towels because yeah he’s spent most of his adult life hating her guts for breaking Matt’s heart but he’s still a good host, dammit.

“Here,” he tells her briskly when he hands over the pile of them. “Before you catch the ague.”

A sharp laugh spills from Elektra’s bluing lips and she sweeps the towels around herself way too gracefully for someone who looks like they’re barely standing.

“How kind of you, Franklin.”

“Yeah, I’m a saint,” he deadpans. “What exactly are you doing here? I mean, first off, how did you know where here was, obviously, but also why here and not Matt’s place?”

Elektra tilts her head, thoughtfully, and begins toweling off her hair. The shadows in the room shift and writhe, and no matter how good a speaker he is Foggy can’t convince himself it’s an optical illusion caused by the distant forks of lightning outside.

“I was curious,” Elektra says finally. “He goes to you, afterwards. Matthew. When he’s done fighting and he wants to fit the devil back under his skin again. But you’re nothing special, not that I’ve ever seen. What’s so different about you in the dark?”

Foggy shoots her an incredulous look, and then has to hurriedly spin away as Elektra starts slipping out of her — whatever they are. Fighting clothes. They hit his floor with a wet slap.

“I’m always the same,” he tells her too-loudly, rummaging in his closet. “Not all of us Jekyll and Hyde it like you guys.”

He holds out the sweatpants and shirt behind him without looking, and there’s a brush of cold, damp fingers on his wrist as they’re taken.

“Aren’t you a gentleman. I’m decent now.”

“I doubt it,” Foggy mutters under his breath.

She’s got his sweatpants cinched as tight as they’ll go, based on the way the ties trail past her knees, and his shirt is so big she looks like she’s wearing a tent. Her hair’s wrapped up in one of the towels, and the others are on the floor with her wet clothes. It’s the least put-together Foggy has ever seen Elektra, but it doesn’t soften her the way it does Matt.

“You really don’t like me, do you?” she asks.

“I would need to be extremely inebriated to be dumb enough to answer that question.”

Elektra smiles again, threateningly.

“I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

“I, however, am trying to cut back so my burgeoning alcoholism and Matt’s reckless life choices don’t send me to an early grave,” retorts Foggy. “Therefore—”

He’s interrupted by a deafening crack of thunder that rattles the windows. It makes him jump. It makes Elektra jump too. And every shadow in the room. Foggy hadn’t even known shadows could jump. Of more import is the wild-eyed, hunted look that goes over Elektra’s face. She’s shaking again, and it’s not from the cold.

She’s also one of like, the three deadliest people he’s ever met, somewhere between Frank Castle and Matt, and also they don’t actually like each other. That in mind, he doesn’t pull her into a hug the way he might Karen or Matt. Just takes one slow step forward with his hands up.

“Hey. It’s ok. You’re safe here, it’s just the storm.”

The fear on her face persists for another three terrifying seconds, and then she lifts her chin and folds it back inside of herself.

“What are you doing? I’m not a wild animal, Franklin. Or a child.”

Elektra’s voice is full of scorn, but Foggy’s intuition tells him it’s about ninety percent defensiveness. Maybe she and Matt are more alike than he ever realized. Which at least gives Foggy a bit of a stepping-off point for where to go next.

“No one said you were, your highness,” he replies as blithely as he can manage while he tries to ignore the shadows in the room all converging at Elektra’s feet. “But unlike some people I’m not a freaking black belt, so excuse me for not wanting to get drop kicked across my apartment.”

A close-mouthed smirk curls Elektra’s lips, and bit by bit the tension drains from the room.

Foggy busies himself by bundling up the towels and clothes on the floor and tossing them into his laundry hamper, then trying to dry out his carpets. Letting Elektra roam his apartment unsupervised feels a little like letting the fox into the henhouse but… Come on. What is she really going to do? She could just as easily kill him with her bare hands as a steak knife.

—

When Foggy’s finished cleaning up, he finds Elektra lounging on his couch, fiddling with something. It takes him a few seconds to identify the object - one of Daredevil’s… Sticks, batons, clubs, whatever they are. Even in the low lighting it’s pretty battered. Probably one of the ones that got buried under Midland Circle.

“I can call Matt, you know,” Foggy offers. “Even in a storm like this, he’d be over here in a heartbeat if he knew you were back.”

Strangely, the words don’t hurt like he thought they would.

“If I wanted to see Matthew tonight, I would have gone to him,” Elektra answers simply.

“Yeah, I guess,” says Foggy, because, well, yeah — she doesn’t seem like the kind of person to hold back from what she wants.

She pushes herself upright and then pats the empty couch cushion. Foggy figures his life is already so weird that he might as well. When Elektra turns towards him and crosses her legs, he mirrors her. And then there’s a long, long silence. For Foggy it feels unbearably awkward, but Elektra’s eyes are narrowed and she sets the weapon in her hands aside as she studies him.

“You’re not like Matthew and I,” she concludes.

“I mean. Of course I’m n—”

“And yet. I wonder…”

Elektra takes his face in her hands, and Foggy has about half a second to freak out about her potentially snapping his neck before her mouth is pressed against his own.

#writing #daredevil #crack ships #foggyelektra

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