#and I do mean that genuinely I keep playing salon for people and informing them of things they don't need to know. bc . fixated

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hey wtf is pomade and why does it make my hair do magic actually

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Helios- A Character Study

I have always been fascinated by Helios so I’m especially excited about this post! If there’s any other additional information you would like to add, ask, or discuss, feel free to send an ask or a post so I can adjust and clarify for you. But before that, I have other things I want to add that are important regarding my blog- I will be expanding and analysing other characters in MLQC, so not to worry Victor, Kiro and Lucien (and Shaw, Eli?, Savin?) stans! I has't not hath left thee! In addition, before every analysis/study that I do, I will post a hint (such a quote) that will foreshadow the upcoming character/topic I will be covering. I know it’s not necessary and literally nobody does it but this is great fun for me so I also want to try to make it fun for you guys to approach my blog and my work! This is a spoiler buffet. Please don’t read if you don’t want to be spoiled! This is probably the longest post ever on my blog so enjoy :)

“You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain.” -The Dark Knight

Who is Helios?

??: Do you know what Helios means? The mocking in his face had returned. He suddenly came close and placed his hand on the window behind me. I was imprisoned in his arms and couldn’t move. His eyes drilled into my own. I felt that if I showed even the smallest hint of discomfort or fear, he would use that as an excuse to push me away. MC: Helios is the sun god from Greek mythology- ??: I don’t like that name.

Helios is the God of the Sun, sight and a guardian of oaths. He is seen to be riding a golden chariot to bring the sun across the skies each day from east (where the sun rises) to west (where the sun sets). 

Kiro has lots and lots and lots of sun, light, dark and shadow imagery attached to him. Kiro is noted to be everyone’s sun, especially for MC and vice versa as she’s noted to be the one to chase the darkness away with Kiro following through. When he has those stage moments as his idol identity, it’s expected for him to be the guiding light (especially for his fans, the Kirophiles)- “the sun” and “hope” as to what “Kiro” represents, without any impurities associated with that persona. Which is ironic for Helios, who dressed mostly in black without the blonde hair, to have that same name as the God of the Sun working in BLACK SWAN- the organisation with the name literally having “black” in it as well. 

“If Kiro is this exuberance and this life, Helios is the opposite of that. It’s what if we took someone who stopped finding reasons to be happy, who stopped finding a lot of things to be passionate about and was just trying to get on day by day- they react to the things that happen to them, rather than going out to look for adventure. Helios lacks a lot of emotion that Kiro has.” -Sean Chiplock, Kiro’s VA

Kiro and Helios

“If I had a dark side… I should hide it from others, right…? Can I really be imperfect?”

There had been a lot of discussion around Helios in relation to his transformation, whether he was acting and what Kiro’s connection with BLACK SWAN is. 

To clarify, yes- Kiro is Helios. Helios is Kiro. Just like how Kiro admitted to MC that he’s also the hacker KEY. Helios is just one of the personas that Kiro has (which I will expand on in a future post). This, however, does not hinder negatively on Kiro’s personality, but introduces us to another side of him, one that shows effective in-depth characterisation. Especially when we first view him as the cheerful idol with the power to passively attract others. Kiro first gave off the certain impression to Sean Chiplock that you “don’t take off the calm and quiet person, because you don’t want to see the other side of them”. 

Kiro and Helios, which one was the real him? Neither? Or both? -Clinic Date

Before MC has her first encounter with Helios, we have to look more into Kiro’s background and childhood. 

Kiro was experimented on as a kid. He didn’t know his name, his birthday or where he came from. Through the experiments of genetic modification, he obtained his evol. Only when MC and the original KEY came to him, did he really strive to fulfil his sense of purpose of “we shall stand in darkness as we defend the light”, and also to protect MC back. His mentor used to be the original Helios, one of the twelve-ranking positions in BLACK SWAN, but went missing when Kiro was 15. Been given the name Kiro, using his idol identity, accepted this as Helios and as of the leader of BLACK SWAN to rid Leto- the true evil of the Season 1 timeline.

It is evident that he does genuinely care about his fans, his career and music despite all of this. This aspect of him is very much true (we see that he exposes a person scamming his fans in Chapter 3 and that in his various dates he dedicates his work to comforting his fans in their everyday lives). However, with this much love and support from everyone with very few knowing his true intentions and darker past, it is easy to “trip up” upon these identities, in a way that he would feel so lonely (as I reiterate what I said above) that everyone would think he’s the perfect man (not saying he isn’t because we all know he is!) without any troubles or experiencing difficulties climbing up the ranks to be where he is now- especially with his evol being charm and control. He would wonder if it’s really him or his evol making people act this way towards him (why he has this much love and attention). 

In reality, every teacher who has met him adored him very much. But because of this, Kiro always remained in fear. From the beginning to the end, he had felt that the love and care from others was akin to smoke - surging at first, but from thereafter, dissipates gradually. -CN Stunning Young Idol Rumours and Secrets

He’s like a little sun with no dark spots at all. No wonder people say people say he has a super power. He seems to be loved by everybody… -Chapter 3-1

“A lot of people adore me, but only when I’m doing my thing on stage. They wouldn’t want to see me now...” -Visiting Hours Date 

It would be incredibly hard for him to keep this standard and uphold these burdens with his identity as Helios and KEY as well- where everyone would believe those personas of him to be the “vice”- the “evil”, in morality play. Because when the people who love you only know and love this side of you, what becomes of you when you lose it all?

Superstar Kiro was a little angel who received the admiration and respect of thousands and thousands of fans. What the hacker KEY sounded like was someone with malicious intentions.

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Kiro didn’t know which one of his identities was more famous. Though of course, nobody would correlate these two polar-opposite identities together. -CN Heavens Home for Children Rumours and Secrets

He always looked so carefree in front of people, smiling and laughing. But when he was alone in the corner, he always looked so solemn and tired. Countless times, Savin had wanted to talk to Kiro about his work, life and feelings but with just a few words, Kiro would always put him to ease. -That Boy Makes Me Worry Rumours and Secrets

However, behind his brilliant smile, I could occasionally feel something different. It was like paper that couldn't be penetrated. After all, he was a superstar. Ordinary people like us wouldn't understand their world, they must have one or two faces of their own behind the screen. -Secret Base Rumours and Secrets

In the makeup room, sitting on the sofa, Kiro had lost some shine he had under the spotlight and looked a little bit exhausted.  -Confession Date

In a way, Kiro still staying so pure and happy when others are around is because he doesn’t want people to suffer like he did. He had an extremely rough time when he was young, but his beliefs, light and hope that MC gave him allowed him to fight for better days. 

I then thought about the superstar Kiro many years later, who was always shining and effortlessly charming. This made me really sentimental. How many things must he have been through to become strong enough to bring light to other people? -Echoes of Time: Parisian Salon

She looked so pretty when she smiled, and she also had a father who loved her dearly. She was definitely… someone who deserved to live the most. -CN Top Experimental Subject Rumours and Secrets

His dazzling smile conceals something underneath, just like how the dazzling sun shrouds darkness underneath. Hidden in the depths of his own secrets are things even darkness doesn’t know of. If darkness had a mind of its own, it might think it doesn’t fit with this pure and simple youth. Just as how everyone thinks of him as a simple, innocent Kiro, the sunlight casted on him, able to pierce through him completely, with rays of light refracting onto the floor.  Actually, since a very long time ago, he no longer was a youth… But now, for her sake, he’s willing to become a youth again. -CN Youthhood Rumours and Secrets

The thing I like most about you is that you never admit defeat and you always stay positive. Every time I see you it's like you’re this brilliant sun and I feel charged of energy. Maybe all the lonely times I’ve been through... was so that I could meet you. -Confession Date

When they were younger, they were together as test subjects for evol. MC promised him donuts. He gave her a stuffed teddy bear. Kiro tried to help MC escape but they got caught and separated. They had spent quite some time together, so Kiro would be able to recognise MC once they had met again. Kiro had to replace another child for a top experiment, and the workers thought he’d die anyway as he was too weak. But still, he had survived and became the first and only successful subject. MC showed him that there was kindness- light- that still existed in the darkest of places. And in the darkest parts of his heart, there was MC to light those areas up for him :)

“Look, this world is so beautiful, and you don’t need to be afraid anymore.” But till now, he has yet to find her. But he remembers her eyes. And one day, he will find her within a vast sea of people. 

Kiro remains speechless- quietly listening to the little girl speak. The little girl struggles to pull on his hand. Their fingers interlock together, the warmth from her palm gradually coursing into Kiro’s heart. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.” Kiro turns to look at her - to look at her perseverant brown eyes, looking at how the corners of her lips turn upwards. Kiro slowly learns how to curl the corners of his own lips from her. It’s the first smile to have appeared on his face.  “This time, I’ll be the one protecting you.” Kiro says excitedly. He stands outside the airport, staring directly at the sun. “I’ll find you, and protect you. I even have a mountain of souvenirs stored in my luggage- I’ll give them to you! And my purest heart - I’ll give it to you too!” -CN Youthhood Rumours and Secrets

Helio’s Transformation

“Because only you can awaken me from darkness, no matter when.”

When Kiro transforms to Helios, it mainly affects his physical appearance. His hair grows longer and changes to colour, and his black (and super cool) NIRVANA tattoo appears. When he is weak, the tattoo fades (seen in Clinic Date.)

Nirvana- a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.

I looked at his silver hair. It looked very natural with no signs of hair dye. In the serene moonlight, it was very beautiful. It wasn’t dyed, and it didn’t look like it turned silver because of an illness or something. -Chapter 17 

Helios’s ring also plays part of his transformation. This is ultimately connected to BLACK CABIN and the 1908′s White House Explosion- when evol was born. From this high-dimensional space, Kiro is able to take on as Helios- who also known to be BS’s first generation of god. He can change upon his will, and influences from BLACK CABIN/QUEEN can cause him to lose control.

The golden hair mixed with the bright silver. He raised his finger, and the silver ring flashed. He muttered quietly, as if speaking to the ring and to himself. -Behind The Curtain Part 6: After Returning 

Moonlight shone through the window, illuminating his silver hair with a golden glow for an instant. He buried his face in his right elbow, and large beads of sweat formed on his brow, as if a kind of uncanny transformation was occurring. “NOT NOW!!!” He howled hoarsely, his eyes now golden in the darkness. Residual power inside the Quarantine zone appeared to be affecting him. Violent forces jolted in the tiny space, and coursed through his obsidian ring. -Night Watchman Rumours and Secrets

Chapter 14

He turned and looked at me, his face a pallid white. His smile was still gentle. Suddenly, I felt intensely uneasy. 

MC: “We’re going in, right?”

Kiro didn’t answer, his eyes intent on me gleamed with a flash of golden light above. When I looked carefully, I discovered his eyes turned into this exquisite gold like pure amber, or crystallised time. 

Kiro: “I command you…”

I have never heard him sound like this before. Stiff, stern and solemn.

“All within my range of control belongs to me. Now walk onto the rooftop, lock the door, and don’t let anyone in… including me... Don’t be afraid. You’ll be okay. I said before, I will definitely succeed this time. I will always protect you.” 

In saying this, he believes that his own sacrifices are necessary, no matter what the situation is. Kiro is willing to dim or even smother his own light and sun for MC to be safe and happy. 

A black figure suspended in the air behind Kiro, just like scythe-toting Death himself… I seemed to see a golden-winged bird fly by, like a ray of light crossing the sky, leaving a temporary light trail in my vision.

“Death”, “golden-winged bird”, and “light”.

This sentence was highlighted in the chapters’ outline from the chapter contents. This implies the symbolism of the phoenix bird- the mythical bird that rises from the ashes and is reborn again. Kiro was captured by BLACK SWAN as punishment and had undergone modification- and was resurrected as Helios.

Chapter 17

He was standing in front of me. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, but I could see the sharpness of his eyes and eyebrows. He took the notebook away from my hands before I could finish my sentence.

As MC gets tied to the table, flashbacks from suppressed memories emerge. We see Kiro and MC together being test subjects. (Fun fact- Kiro and MC’s blood type is O!) 

White walls. A deserted lab. A cold med table. And a blond boy with agony in his face. Next to him lay a brown-haired girl who was unconscious. …Was that me? I looked at the blood pouring out from the IV. Tears came from my eyes. Kiro… Our lives were connected long before. But where are you now?

She finally realises that Kiro was that boy from the orphanage.

 AND I JUST REALISED SOMETHING. HAS HELIOS NEVER OUTRIGHTLY ADMIT THAT HE’S NOT KIRO? LIKE HE NEVER SAID “NO”?? 

MC: Are you really not Kiro?

??: How long are you going to keep calling me by that wrong name?

(Yes, it’s technically the wrong name because right now he’s called Helios but he’s also technically still Kiro!)

He didn’t sound particularly annoyed, but I felt saddened.

MC: I…

I looked at his face. Every line, feature- they resembled Kiro, but at the same time wasn’t.

MC: I’m sorry… I must be wrong…

I hung my head low. His face may resemble him, but his expressions were so unlike Kiro and I didn’t want to see that.

But my intuition told me that my hunch was not wrong. If that was correct, then one of my paths was already sealed.

-

Helios: What makes you think that I wouldn’t? You already know where I’m from. Why are you being so naïve? I shook my head. MC: Kiro wouldn’t do this to me… An unknown emotion flashed in his eyes. 

Poor Kiro, having to pretend to not know MC and act so cold towards her. It must have been incredibly hard and painful for the both of them. Please just LET THEM BE TOGETHER. 

Kiro isn’t risking MC see this darker side of him. He truly doubted if anybody would accept him as Helios, because he was just so used it before as an idol having to act so perfect on screen, showing everybody what they wanted to see.

-

“MC. Step a meter away from him, and close your eyes.

The golden flashes in his pupils were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.

“I command you to forget what just happened. And I command you to forget about me. Remember, I’m just Helios.”

My memories were being erased bit by bit. Kiro was fading from my sight. His smiles, his eyes, his warmth… all of them became vague like a fog and disappeared. I tried my best to hold onto them, but it was all in useless.

Kiro… Even the name I tried to hold on till last was wrenched away from me. He watched silently as MC closed her eyes and blacked out in his arms.

“I’m sorry…”

He apologised again quietly. His eyes that once held warmth and brightness were again now filled with shadows.

“I will find the truth that you’re looking for. I don’t want you to bear that heavy burden. I’ll come back to you some day, but not today. Don’t remember my dark sides. In your eyes, I will always remain Kiro to you. After I take care of everything, things can go back the way they were between us. This time, I’ll make sure that you don’t have to wait long.”

-

“He looked a lot like Kiro. But it wasn’t him.”

In my palm was a small candy glistening in the sunlight. On impulse I unwrapped the paper and put it in my mouth.

MC: Apple flavour…

It somehow crossed my mind that it was Kiro’s type of flavour.

He wants MC to still have faith in him, and to trust in his abilities to protect her, as the candy is a motif for their relationship and exchange towards each other. (This was the same back in the orphanage when they were together too.) However, as his identity as Kiro, not the Helios she encountered. (Dramatic ironyyyy)

“We shall stand in darkness as we defend the light.”

Thorns Date 

In the photo, Kiro looked completely different from what he usually looked like. On the glistening water, a youth held a birdcage, with a glint of melancholy in his drooping eyes. This was the last set of photos before quitting.

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Kiro asked for my praise with shiny begging eyes, as if the prior sorrow and blue were all my illusions.

-

We stood very close to each other, yet at this moment, I felt there was a formed gap between us.

“MC, do you think the imprisoned bird can get out of the cage?”

-

There seemed to be a ray of golden light flashing through my mind but I couldn't catch it. (The thought that Helios came to see her?? Yes.)

I remember his distance, his apathy, yet puzzling familiarly. 

Helios saw the magazine falling from my bag, his face flashing with complicated emotions I couldn’t comprehend. And I felt the familiar feeling of being touched deep in my soul. 

“You like gazing at me a lot.” 

-

Standing at the edge of the dark abyss, he opened his arms and leaned backward without hesitation. He fell straightly like a folded winged bird in the moment. (Similes, metaphors and symbolism galore!)

-

I sat on the ground limply and closed my eyes to avoid the dazzling light. This scene felt so familiar as I had experienced such a farewell.. Why? 

My senses told me this man was Helios, yet the feelings from deep of my heart were so real. 

“Helios! Do you… know how the imprisoned bird can get out of the cage?” 

“Why do you think I will answer this question?” Behind such eyes, there seemed to be something else I couldn’t make out in the shadow.

I seemed to see him unfold a pair of black wings on his back and about to flutter away. No more cages could imprison him and nothing could make him stop. Helios walked from the bright light into the shadow. 

He recalled her last question and her sad and confused eyes. Suddenly he recalled an ancient story. There was a kind of bird. It was always trapped in the thorns of fate from the moment of its birth. If the most beautiful thing was doomed to be exchanged with the deepest pain. He would overcome all obstacles to come back to her. And be her sun again.

The story that Helios recalled could be The Nightingale by Hans Christian Andersen. 

In Ancient China, one of the forests lived a nightingale, who sang so beautifully everybody would stop and listen. The nightingale was renowned to be the best wonder out of all the things that the travellers abroad had ever seen. However, the Emperor of China didn’t know that such a bird existed, and demand to have it found.

The bird had come willingly to sing for the Emperor, singing so sweetly that tears came out of everybody’s eyes. The nightingale lived in the court thereafter, until one day the Emperor had received a mechanical copy of the bird, golden with precious gems and all. The nightingale had left, and all the courtiers had said that it was an ungrateful creature. It was therefore banished from the empire. 

The mechanical bird had stopped working, only being able to play once every year. Five years had passed, and the Emperor fell ill that nobody expected him to live. Death had arrived to the Emperor as he prayed for the bird to sing a note. The living nightingale had appeared again, and had come to sing out of trust and hope for the Emperor. Death went to look at the Emperor’s renowned garden as the Emperor was thankful for the bird’s singing. She sang again, and the sun rose through the window and as everybody thought the Emperor had passed. The Emperor wanted the nightingale to stay by his side but it refused. It cannot live in the palace, but promised to visit the Emperor to sing to him. 

A black figure suspended in the air behind Kiro, just like scythe-toting Death himself… I seemed to see a golden-winged bird fly by, like a ray of light crossing the sky, leaving a temporary light trail in my vision.

Similar to Chapter 14, in this date, Kiro is represented as the bird, trapped in the cage. He had to release what everyone wanted him to be- Kiro, the shining sun/bird trapped in the cage under their control- ironic how his evol is absolute control because his charm would have drawn people this way in as a result. And the only way to be free was to be resurrected, to escape, to disappear from public view- to become free as Helios.

Light Pursuit Date 

“Will you forget me?”

Kiro was becoming faint like a water mist. Panicking, I reached out to grab him but he slipped away from my fingers. An invisible wall had come between us and I couldn’t get close to him. This one step was like an unbridgeable gap between us, but it was like a line that we could never cross.

Will I forget Kiro? That sudden question in my head became clearer, and made me tremble in panic.

-

He had the name of a sun god, but even I couldn’t feel any bit of warmth.

MC: What is Helios here for?

Helios: We meet again, MC.

This was the first time that Helios called me by my name. He was brusque as ever, but there seemed to be a small amount of yearning in his voice. He did not act the way like the Helios that I used to know. His attitude and manners were surprisingly refined… like he was acting out a whole different persona.

-

The music changed into Por Una Cabeza- the tango song that I was very familiar with.

(I absolutely love the intertextuality that the game has. It’s a Spanish tango song that was also appeared in Scent of a Woman starring Al Pacino where the tango scene featured a blind man dancing with a woman who didn’t know how to dance and was scared of making mistakes. This correlates perfectly for MC and Helios. MC’s body is reacting to Helios as if he was Kiro...)

I didn’t drink, but I felt drunk somehow. Otherwise how else would this reachable warmth and illusion of intimacy familiar? 

We were so close to each other, but the distance between us was only one step away, but a step we could never cross.

-

Helios looked up when he heard my voice. His eyes seemed to have trouble focusing. His blue eyes wavered like a lake sprinkling with sunlight. Surprisingly, there was sorrow, and naivety in those usually unfeeling eyes.

He lowered his head and his chin rested on my shoulder. I have never seen Helios so vulnerable. His hands were wrapped around my waist, leaving no space between us. Helios didn’t answer and continued to keep me pressed to his body. There was a deep aura of loneliness and bitterness about him that was barely discernible from his cold exterior.

-

Because to me, you were familiar to someone I deeply care about. Because my soul resonates when I am close to you. Because…. of a ridiculous assumption. Did I reach the edge of truth? Or was I just deceiving myself? A thick fog was obscuring me from seeing the truth clearly. I didn’t continue talking or thinking. MaybeI was so vaguely aware that this was the closest I could get to him. Only one step away but a distance I could never close.

MC is also scared. She’s in turmoil. She wants to know the truth but she’s also sitting on the fence with it. Especially due to the memory wipe. It’s like, “maybe it’s better if I don’t,” and “I think you are that someone I care so much about but I can’t be sure about it because even if I ask you, you won’t tell me, and I don’t know what to do.” 

:(

Stardust Date

Kiro: That’s right. I’m going to a far, far place. And I will stay there for a very long, long time. Don’t cry when you start missing me. MC: I’m not going to cry!

Kiro: But I will. So promise me, alright? Don’t forget me, even if I leave. 

Two days afterwards, I heard him talk to someone on the phone. I’m pretty sure it was his voice, but it sounded like he was a completely different person. 

What was he trying to hide? Did it have anything to do with his “leaving”? Was it out of his own will or was he involved in something under duress?

-

The confident smile on his face as he glided his fingers across the keys fluently, showed his passion for this show. As songs were played after another, he became more focused. I could tell from his expression that he was fully immersed in this performance. As long as he was given a stage and music, he’d become the centre of attention no matter what position he was in. However, the more passion I saw, the more I was scared for his “leaving”. He is the sun- what will happen to his supporters when they lose him? And what about me? What will happen to me?

Light and Shadow Phone Call

MC: Is that melancholy in your voice? It’s unlike you to be down like this.

Kiro: Really? Does everyone think I’m that shallow?

MC: Of course not. But you are the brightest and warmest sun, so it’s easy to be touched by your optimistic side first.

Kiro: But right now, the sunlight is getting too strong that it’s scorching…

MC: Hmm? Is it? right now it’s sunset where you are?

Kiro: Yes. I’m sitting atop of Namibia’s Dune 45 and everything is red. Even the sun is sinking low.

MC: Soon, it will sink beyond the horizon.

Kiro: Yes… Miss Chips, Since you say I’m like the sun, and the sun eventually sets...

Kiro: If I have a dark side, I should hide it from others, right?

MC: Why should you hide it?

Kiro: Because, I don’t want to show you and I don’t want to disappoint others.

MC: But you’re just you, Kiro.

Kiro: I am who I am?

MC: Yes. Why can’t a sun have shadows? Even the real sun has sunspots! People who really care for you will love both the warm sunny side and the occasional dark, depressed side.

Kiro: But I always feel...

MC: Everyone has a side they want to hide in the shadows. No one is expected to be required as perfect. That applies to my little sun as well.

Kiro: Can I really be imperfect?

MC: Absolutely. To me, all sides of you are worth cherishing.

Kiro: Thank you, MC.

MC: What’s there to thank?

Kiro: Because… only you are willing to see the weak and plain side that I’m hiding and accept both my light and my shadow.

MC: That’s why I’m your own personal tree hole! I’ll keep your sorrows tucked away for you!

Kiro: Thank you Miss Tree Hole. I’m so lucky to have you. In fact, you are my sun who gives me light to embrace the world every morning. Thank you, for always being there by my side.

This call is so significant for Kiro, and his battle between light and dark. After his evol went out of control, he’s afraid of hurting his fans and MC. Similes and metaphors are used to compare his evol/different personas as the sun and how it will soon go down. He confronts the truth that he will also have to leave the public view soon, and uses this opportunity of the call to confirm what MC thinks if he had imperfections/shadow sides. And of course, to thank her before he leaves. 

Chapter 21 (Winter World)

He was so fast that his moves were a blur. He dodged every attack and landed his own with grace and strength. It was like watching a silver moonlight dancing in flowing moves. 

-

“You seem to be completely ignorant about how weak you are.”

I was trapped in a little cage he made with his body against the wall. The cruelty in his face crumbled the last of my shields. he didn’t stop there. He leaned in with his whole body hemming me into the confined space he created. 

Helios: Weaklings should learn to survive on their own. No one will teach you that. 

MC: I don’t want to be a weakling forever.

Helios: Then you better figure out how to become stronger.

He dropped his sarcastic tone. Instead, each syllable fell from his mouth with  upmost earnestness. 

Helios: Use all your strength. Every method you can think of. Abandon your past...even abandon yourself. If you can’t do that, then just go back tot the world you came from.

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1562 clutched tightly on his friend’s blanket, refusing to let go. However, in the end, he was shoved onto the ground because his strength was too weak. He had collided so hard that he couldn’t get up for a long while.  -CN Top Experimental Subject Rumours and Secrets

If MC hadn’t come, then there would be no real sun in his life. He would only have artificial light. And he would be right- Helios would be just Helios. He wouldn’t bother much about fans or music, but using this identity to climb the system. He had to learn the hard way on how to survive. Nobody was there for him, thus it would be harder for him to feel empathy towards others in situations other than this. 

The sun had risen completely. The increasing bright light drowned everything that belonged in the darkness. Helios remembered that day a long time ago. In the darkness, the withered hand touched his head and said faintly, “become Kiro, be the so-called “sun”.

At that time, he had lowered his eyes, nodded blankly, and simply walked out into the night, emitting a false light that was not his own. But today… Helios looked off into the distance, and seeing the dazzling morning light, he remembered the girl… At that moment, he saw the real sun.  -Between Light and Darkness Rumours and Secrets 

From “Behind The Curtain”, MC fell into the space-time gap and was saved by Helios. Even though he couldn’t see her as they were in different dimensions, she could be influenced by him. This wasn’t the first time that he’s tugged on that bond tying them together to BLACK CABIN. Thank you Helios also for helping bring MC back to her original world.

Chapter 28

Kiro: You should know about everything that I’ve done.

MC: I know that... you’re Helios.

Kiro’s eyes flickered and blinked at me. The golden hair under the now eclipsed sunlight seem to have an extra glow to it. Kiro: Is my name really that important?

MC: Why did you hide it from me? I trusted that you would tell me. That no matter what name you had, you really wouldn’t change...

Kiro: If a superhero were to turn into an arch-villain, would those who always believed in him lose hope? What he want most is for you to be a fairy, free of all cares. Not getting hurt, not getting worries, whose only responsibility is receiving signals and joy and happiness.

Kiro: However, if she is determined to go do something difficult, and she wants to bear this burden on her own... then I wish for her to be a little superhero, who can fly through it all with ease.

Chapter 29

“Don’t get all angry. The person beside you didn't even notice any difference between us. Or put it another way, it seems that “you” aren’t important in this role that you’re playing. Anybody can replace you.” -Anole

Anole is wrong (and just jealous). MC did notice, and plus, he probably wouldn’t have survived in the top experiment that Kiro had undergone in the orphanage. That was something only Kiro would have survived, with his willpower and determination in his heart to make a better life for himself and MC- something that Anole clearly lacks.

-

I had never seen Helios laugh before. His smile wasn't as dazzling as his golden-haired counterpart’s, but one could say that if the former him was the sun, then his smile was now a gentle moon.

THE IRONYYY. Helios is finally okay with showing this side of him to her, from watching her go through trials and tribulations in the Winter World with the other Helios- of course he wouldn’t want any danger to be near MC, but knowing that she can handle anything after all that she went through, he now knows that it’s better for her to be with him instead. Also he learnt how to smile from her and now he’s smiling again as Helios and I’m just so happy

Whether in the face of violent, nefarious enemies or a wave of blood and bullets, he’d never shown any fear. I got the feeling that he was somehow nervous, or even afraid. Was it because he had to return into the spotlight, back the shower of roses and applause?

Well… when he decided to give all that up and step into the darkness with no turning back, what was he thinking then?

-

He leaned on the wall and rested awhile, staring intently at the black tattoo on his right arm… he looked at himself in the mirror. His silver strands of hair were tingled with gold, as if bathed in sunlight. And for only that one time, he didn’t avert his gaze from the desire in his eyes. It was like looking at a self portrait—so distant, yet so familiar. It was only now that he realised: this was the moment in his life most worth reliving. Once again, he had become Kiro.

In the PV/Karma (photo down below), we see him wearing black- not as Helios but as Kiro! Again, ironic how he’s holding a comeback concert he’s wearing black, a colour that represents darkness and shadows. It had been noted in the Snooper Rumours and Secrets that this is way out of Kiro’s style wardrobe. However, this signifies a range of things. The two personas are “merging” as he no longer hides this persona to MC- they’re one in the same. It has always been this way and will never change. The colour black also means power and authority, but can mean fear and grief. This is the same outfit when Kiro was doubting himself in the Light Pursuit Date as well. 

Right now, if we’re talking moon phases, Kiro right now is in “the void”. Meaning he’s “nowhere”. He’s Kiro but he’s also operating as Helios. He feels nervous to go back but it does come so natural for him to be in the spotlight. He feels stuck at crossroads with himself, especially when he got forced back to perform by Anole. 

Ultimately, it’s like he’s saying “no matter what becomes of me, I will always stay true to you.” And I think this is perfectly translated as Kiro says, 

“Miss Chips, wait for me.”

(”Wait for me as I fight for us both. So you don’t have to suffer.”) But we suffer either way.

His light and sun has always come from MC. He will always keep running towards his sun, no matter which persona he embodies. This, we can be certain on. (New Season 2 Chapters please don’t oppose this LOL.)

“I await you at the end of the opposite path.”

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Galactica, Chapter 9 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Please know how INCREDIBLY grateful we are to anyone who’s liked or commented on this story. It’s really a labor of love, and we’re thrilled that people are enjoying it! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet suffered a hangover and, to her delight, found an assistant candidate that Fame approved.

This Chapter: A million girls would kill for Courtney’s new job.

***

Courtney took a deep breath as she entered the Galactica building and took the elevator up to the 25th floor.

It was a sunny day in early August, and she had dressed in her very best outfit since it would be her first day at her brand new job.

Courtney had applied for the job with little to no hope of actually getting it, but then the miracle happened, and she had been completely overjoyed when her new friend Violet had called her with the news; even if the interview with Miss Fame had been one of the scariest things she had ever done.

Courtney’s entire weekend had been spent in a frantic state of pulling together the mountain of paperwork HR had requested in order to get her visa, and of course there was the anxiety about having nice enough clothes to wear.

She had ended up enlisting Tyra to help, since her college friend was the most stylish person she knew, and managed to do it on a budget, too. They’d scraped together enough pieces for this week, but if Courtney lasted longer than that, and she desperately hoped she would, she would have to beg, borrow and perhaps steal some more.

It was 8 am, and Courtney thought she would have been the first one in the building, but when she made it to the office, Violet was already there. Courtney quickly checked her hair and her teeth in the glass door reflection, smoothing out the wrinkles in her light blue dress before she opened the door with a big smile and a cheery, “Good morning!”

Violet looked up. She was wearing a white buttoned up shirt, golden jewelry and a crimson pencil skirt, her long black hair falling down her back in curly waves, looking as beautiful and impeccably put-together as always.

Violet was organizing something at a brand new desk that had not been there during Courtney’s interview. It was placed directly across from Violet’s desk, on the other side of the door to Fame’s office.

“Ah. Courtney.” Violet smiled. “Good morning.”

Courtney sighed, a bit relieved. Today, Violet seemed much more like the lovely girl she’d met at the club last week, and less like the uptight hardass she’d been during the interview. Courtney supposed that maybe that had been a test, and she was thrilled she passed, because now they could be friends.

She looked at the new desk, which was equipped with a new iMac and office supplies, along with a thick binder and notepad with the Galactica logo.

“Fame is getting her hair recolored and cut at Juju Sandersons salon-” Violet took a brief pause, her eyes searching Courtney’s face for something, and Courtney realized that she was probably expected to know who that was, though she had no idea. “Hmm.” Violet tapped her papers against the desk, putting them into a neat and organized pile. “Which means we have time to get you ready before she returns.”

“Get me ready?” Courtney looked down at herself; she thought she looked more than fine. She’d tried to look as chic as possible in honor of the new job.

“Not that. Your outfit is acceptable today.” Violet gestured for Courtney to come sit at the desk while she continued to stand. “Here.” Violet placed a stack of papers in front of Courtney on the table.

“What’s this?”

“I need you to sign this before we begin.” Violet put a perfectly manicured finger down on the paper, and Courtney’s nose was filled with the overpowering scent of lavender. “It’s a standard NDA. You’ll do the rest of your paperwork with HR later, but I can’t show you anything until you sign.”

“Oh...okay.” Courtney wasn’t sure exactly what an NDA was, but if it was that important, she supposed she better sign immediately. She picked up a pen and began to fill it out as quickly as possible.

Her pen had barely lifted from the last line when Violet snatched it off the table, replacing it with the binder.

“Thank you.”

Violet pointed to the binder, a 4-inch monstrosity filled with tabbed sections and little flag stickers. “I took the liberty of preparing a manual for you. It’s nowhere near complete, but it’s enough to get you started. Read it, memorize it, get to know everything inside.”

“Sure,” Courtney said, and opened the cover, a little startled when Violet reached out a hand to snap it shut again.

“Not now.” Violet sighed. “Do that on your own time. Please.”

“Sorry.” Courtney swallowed. Guess party Violet was a lot further away than she had thought.

“I’ve pulled these for you from marketing.” Violet dumped a stack of colorful catalogues on Courtney’s desk. “Brochures for the last 10 years, so you can become familiar with the collections. Every day here can be a test, so be serious when you study them. Miss Fame will frequently ask for references, and sometimes she won’t give much information. You’re expected to be able to find ‘the powder blue tweed skirt’ or ‘the dress with the flowers’. It’s your job to figure out what Miss Fame wants. Never ask her for clarification.”

“Never?”

“If you do, she’ll be aggravated, and believe me, you do not want to experience her aggravated.”

“Right…”

“Remember, this will be fun,” Violet touched Courtney’s shoulder, a smile on her face. “You told me you love fashion, right?”

Courtney nodded. She was starting to have a sneaking suspicion that her idea of loving fashion was different from Violet’s.

“Here’s the company directory.” Violet put yet another document folder on the table, this time filled with laminated sheets. “All of these are obviously in the binder, section 2, but I made some laminated versions for your desk. You need to know this backwards and forwards. Focus on senior management first, they’re the most important, but you’ll be expected to name and know the other assistants. Know the support staff too, but that won’t be expected until at least your third week here. This-” Violet pulled another list out of the folder, “is a list of the company’s trusted vendors and consultants. Do not, and I repeat, do not, just use whoever you think will be able to do a good job.”

Violet waited for a beat to make sure Courtney had understood.

“And this is Miss Fame’s approved list - her close friends and trusted associates. Pay attention to it; none of the people here should ever have to wait more than an hour for a callback.”

“Is Adore on it?” Courtney’s eyes lit up, looking down at the list.

“This isn’t about your friend.”

“Right, of course.” Courtney added the new papers to the growing stack of material she was expected to memorize.

“Now...” Violet placed a brand new iPhone in front of her, which Courtney immediately grabbed, gasping when she turned it around and saw that it was the one in rose gold.

“Oh my god!” Courtney loved it. It was sparkly and fun and just what she needed after what felt like hours of white paper and black folders.

“Are you disappointed?” Violet looked genuinely sorry. “I can have it exchanged if you don’t enjoy pink, I simply thought-”
Violet extended her hand, ready to take the phone back.

“No!” Courtney moved so Violet couldn’t get it. “No! It’s fine! More than fine! I love it!”

“Great.” Violet pulled a chair up to Courtney’s desk, sitting down and looking at her gravely. “This phone is your most important piece of work equipment. It’s not a toy, and it’s not for your personal use, okay? I don’t want to catch you playing Candy Crush or screwing around on social media with this.”

Courtney nodded, already knowing now that she did not intend to keep that promise at all. This was the best thing that had happened all day; her new phone was going with her everywhere from now on. She glanced around the office to see where the best selfie light would be, already imagining the post with #firstday in the caption.

“You will never, and I mean never, leave your phone unattended during business hours.”

Courtney swallowed, her daydream of selfies completely forgotten. Violet sounded serious. Way serious.

“We do have an office line,” Violet pointed at the phone on Courtney’s desk, which had a corresponding model on Violet’s, “but any calls get redirected to our phones if no one picks up within the first four rings.”

Courtney nodded again, trying to commit everything Violet was saying to memory.

“Fame uses these numbers to get in touch with us, so you’ll have it on, even during nights and weekends in case Fame needs us.”

“Got it.” Courtney smiled. It sounded kind of extreme and she was pretty sure Violet was exaggerating. Who had their work phone on over the weekends?

“Good. Now remember, there will never be any excuse good enough not to take your phone if Fame calls during the weekend, and you will always, and I mean always, have it fully charged. Nothing is more useless than an assistant you can’t get a hold of.”

Courtney nodded, keeping a very serious expression on her face to match Violet’s tone.

“Always bring a notepad with you too. Fame is busy and if we can help it we never bother her with any follow-up questions, we just do what we’re supposed to.”

“Right.” Courtney almost bit her lip, the word starting to sound stupid to her own ears since she had said it so much.

“Last but not least,” Violet placed a keycard in front of Courtney next with her full name and photo on it. “This is your keycard to the building. We have one of the highest security ratings, so never, and I mean never, ever, ever, lose it. We can go through every door on every floor except for senior management’s private offices, though yours will work for Fame’s.”

“We can go into Fame’s office?” Courtney smiled widely, already excited about snooping around in the inner secrets of Galactica’s glamorous CEO.

“Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.”

“Oh…”

“We are assistants, Courtney, and therefore the least important people in this company.”

Courtney wrinkled her brow. She was pretty sure she had just heard Violet say they had access to everything, which seemed pretty damned important if you asked her.

“We’re not here for personal gain or to have fun, but to make Miss Fame’s workday as easy and effortless as humanly possible. If we fuck up, we can get fired, so I hope you have prepared yourself for that.”

Courtney gulped, realizing for the first time how much responsibility was about to be piled on her slim shoulders.

***

Violet glanced at the clock. She had spent about an hour introducing Courtney to everything in their suite, as well as the most important computer systems. It seemed like the blonde was picking it up well enough, but Violet could also sense that she was getting tired and overwhelmed.

It was understandable, but annoying, since Violet knew how rare it was for Fame not to be in the office.

She checked her phone, a text from Juju’s assistant telling Violet that Fame was safely in the chair at the salon, and Violet decided that it was time to throw Courtney a treat.

“Courtney. Get your things, come with me and I’ll give you a tour of the building.”

“Yes!” Courtney smiled brightly, pumping her fist and grabbing her things, relieved to be allowed away from her desk.

***

Courtney hadn’t seen much of Galactica so far, and as she followed behind Violet, she felt like she was being swallowed up by a world of white. Everything at Galactica was kept sparkling clean, the floors in some places so newly polished, Courtney could see her own face.

The only thing breaking up the monotony of the long hallways and immaculate conference rooms were giant pieces of art that hung on the walls, Violet offhandedly naming painters and artists like Courtney was supposed to know who they were.

Violet showed her the office supply closets, the boring interior of it, shelves stuffed with post-its and binder clips almost seeming wrong in a place that was otherwise so slick and fashionable, before opening the door to “Max’s studio,” where some kind of photo shoot was in progress, a few models in chairs getting made up. Courtney watched for a few moments, a secret thrill rippling through her at the thought of someday being in one of those chairs, before Violet shut the door again, pulling her farther down the hall.

“What was that shoot for?!” Courtney asked excitedly. “Do we ever get to-”

“This...” Violet cut Courtney off, completely ignoring her. “Is Raja Amrull’s office. Her assistant’s name is Ivy, and she’ll be the closest thing you have to a coworker here.” Violet pushed a door open, and as Courtney stepped inside, she felt like she was taken to another world.

Raja’s office was filled with plants, the white walls and somewhat sterile look of the rest of the company exchanged with a lush explosion of warm colors. The assistant’s desk was heavy oak, while the cream white couch of Fame’s waiting area was replaced with a deep brown leather one that stood on top of what Courtney could only assume was a real Persian rug.

“As you can see, Raja doesn’t share Fame’s appreciation for Scandinavian design.” Violet smiled, and Courtney was pretty sure that Violet had just made a joke.

She was just about to open her mouth when they were interrupted by a redhead who came through the door from the outside.

“Violet!”

“Hello Ivy.”

Ivy was absolutely stunning. Her copper red hair was collected on top of her head, and she was wearing a beautiful green pantsuit that suited her perfectly.

“Ivy, Courtney, Courtney, Ivy. It’s her first day.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Ivy held her hand out, a smile on her face as she shook Courtney’s, leaning in with a conspiratorial wink. “I know it can be a bit much when you start here, so let me know if there’s ever anything I can do to help you.”

Courtney just about swooned in gratitude, Ivy’s warm and caring nature so immediately different from anything else she’d experienced all day.

“I’m showing her around,” Violet explained.

“Do you want to check out the styling closets?” Ivy asked, a twinkle in her eye as she confided, “My favorite place in the company.”

“Sure!”

Violet checked the clock on her phone screen, sighing slightly, as Ivy led Courtney through a door in their suite to one of the most amazing sights Courtney had ever seen. When she imagined working at a famous fashion house, this was what she’d fantasized about. Racks and racks of clothes in every color, hundreds of shoes lining the shelves, every accessory you could ever want. Courtney’s mouth opened in delight; she had to resist the impulse to clap her hands and jump up as down like a child.

“This is incredible!”

“I know, right? Our own little slice of paradise,” Ivy said. “You know, sometimes when I’m cleaning things out, there are pieces up for grabs. I could maybe-”

“Thanks Ivy, that’s enough” Violet said. She leaned in to Ivy, muttering under her breath, “Let’s get her through the week before we promise her perks.”

“Violet,” Ivy admonished gently, eyes sparkling, but she went along with the request, closing the door.

“Wait, you mean we get to-” Courtney began.

“Courtney, come. We have a lot more ground to cover,” Violet said, ushering her out the door and down a flight of stairs.

Courtney followed along, feeling a bit more excited after what she’d just seen—the photo shoot and the amazing closet. Maybe this job would be exciting and glamorous after all.

“The 24th floor is basically everything not directly related to fashion and design,” Violet was explaining. “HR, accounting, operations. You should be sure to make friends with Shangela, the Director of Operations. She’d been here forever and knows pretty much everything about the management side of things.”

Violet opened the doors to a large bullpen. It was still white and slick like the floor above, but slightly busier, more office-like. Open cubicles with shining white desks, people bustling around, larger offices lining 3 of the walls, light pouring in from the big windows filling the 4th.

“Here we have marketing, which is led by Alyssa Edwards, whom you’ll get to meet soon enough.” Violet said, walking briskly through the space.

Courtney nodded, almost running a little to keep up with her, silently cursing herself for the sky-high stilettos she had worn for her first day - she would have loved to wear her 3-inch pumps, but after her interview she knew they wouldn’t cut it. But Courtney had no idea there would be this much walking in an assistant job; in her mind it had been a job mostly about sitting at a desk, fielding calls from designers and the press and being pretty.

“This is PR and social media. Pearl Liaison, who oversees that department, is notoriously difficult to get a hold of. She spends very little of her time at the office.”

“Where does she spend her time then?”

“Pearl goes to every fashion related event in New York City. She usually covers everything that Fame or Raja are either too busy to attend, or simply don’t care for.”

“Do we ever get to go to parties for Galactica? Like, as assistants?”

“No.”

“Oh…” Courtney bit her lip, a little disappointed.

“If you desperately need Pearl, tweet her.”

“Tweet her?”

“I’m trying to teach her to accept calls like a normal person.”

“Wait.” It almost looked like Violet was smiling, and Courtney suddenly remembered that she was pretty sure she had seen the woman in question before at the club. “Pearl? Isn’t she the one who-”

“Shangela!” Violet exclaimed, turning from Courtney towards a beautiful black woman in a pink skirt suit. “This is Courtney, Miss Fame’s new assistant.”

Shangela gave Courtney a quick once-over before shaking her hand. “Welcome aboard. You’re in good hands.”

“Thank you.”

“Violet, I know you’re still waiting on her to agree to pushing the Tuesday meeting, but I really think it’s important,” Shangela said. “Jaida and I need time to revise everything—you know what a mess everyone has been, we barely even have rough numbers.”

“I’ll do my best,” Violet said.

“Thanks, love.” Shangela gave her an air kiss and continued on her way.  

“Okay, so-” Violet said, approaching the door to the stairwell again.

“What’s that?” Courtney asked, pointing to a room where several employees were gathered around an espresso machine.

“The breakroom. You won’t be needing it,” Violet told her, pointing towards the stairs. “This way.”

They took one more flight down and Courtney could tell from the way Violet’s face got a bit dreamy that there was something truly spectacular underway.

“Twenty-three is where the major creative work takes place. The executives for our makeup line have an office here, and design-”

“Makeup?! Here?!” Courtney squealed.

“Where else?”  

Courtney knew, of course, that Galactica had a makeup line—a very high-end, exclusive one that she couldn’t afford herself, but she’d assumed that it was all done in some factory somewhere. The idea of having it in the same office was terribly exciting.

“Here’s where the designers work,” Violet said, pulling open a set of heavy doors, just as her phone buzzed in her hand. “Sorry, I have to- Hold that thought.”

Courtney tried to see the text that Violet received, but the other girl was too fast.

“Fuck! Courtney. Come with me!” Violet let the door to design close heavily, barely offering Courtney a glance inside, turning and racing back up the stairs in a panic.

“Violet, what’s wrong?!” Courtney ran after her as fast as she could, but the other girl was taking the stairs two at a time.

“Fame is on her way, her driver just texted me and she got in a taxi while he was circling the block, now come on.” Violet rattled it off, words falling from her like a waterfall, Violet barely even sounding out of breath.

“Is the tour over?” Courtney asked, panting. Damn, she was fast.

“What do you think?” Violet replied, her voice exasperated, her tone sharp as she rattled off orders. “Go to the coffee shop in the lobby, pick up a fresh latte, the barista will know her order. You’ll need to pick up breakfast from 10 too. Can you handle that?””

“From 10?”

“The tenth floor, are you even listening to-” Violet groaned, and turned on the stairs. “Courtney. I’m only going to ask you this once. Get your shit together, and get it together now.”

“I’m sorry!”

Courtney felt sweaty and disheveled by the time they made it back to their office, Violet throwing open a drawer and pulling out a wad of cash. She stuffed it into Courtney’s dress pocket and then shoved her out the door.

“Lobby, then 10! I’ll text you the order. Run!”

Courtney ran. By the time she’d gotten to the lobby, she had a series of texts from Violet with detailed instructions: exactly what the coffee order was (medium double extra hot skinny vanilla unsweetened almond milk latte, cold foam and 2 shakes of cinnamon), to remember to get a receipt and tip the barista (WRITE THE TIP AMOUNT ON THE RECEIPT), a reminder about Fame’s breakfast (her order’s been called in but you need to double check that it’s correct: egg whites scrambled with mushrooms and spinach, sliced tomatoes instead of toast, side of avocado--make sure it is SEPARATE and not touching the other food or it’ll get warm and she HATES warm avocado, small fruit salad with NO pineapple also in a separate container), and one last reminder, in case Courtney had forgotten the main objective, to HURRY!!!

She was in such a panic going back that when the elevator doors opened and she raced back towards the office, she didn’t even notice the imposing figure in a cream-colored coat strolling through the lobby.

When she did, attempting to stop short so that she wouldn’t crash into the woman, she had too much forward momentum to stop, and then everything happened in slow motion…

She stumbled in her heels, squeezing the paper coffee cup in her hand just enough so that the lid popped open, sending half of the contents sailing through the air, landing directly on said cream-colored coat.

As Courtney stood there in horror, blood rushing to her ears, Fame turned around, noticed the stain, and gave her a look that made her want to disappear more than she ever had in her life.  

Heart pounding, Courtney opened her mouth to speak, to apologize, but nothing came out. Instead, the next word either of them uttered was when Fame turned away from her in a fury, and shouted,

“VIOLET!”

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10. Go to a proposed business that has been genuinely checked by the baseball field association.

Inappropriate direct past your sister's significant body contact!

Welcome or Reports-When the decision is done and masterminds are doled out, the more arranged sisters welcome you. As for welcome in a room salon, a large portion of the more arranged sisters stand up independently and state "Welcome, this is XXX" and plunk down. Generally speaking you don't. (The full salon has another style.)

Drinking-Drinking starts once the welcome is finished. On the off chance that you began with a wrecked atmosphere, you need to raise the air genuinely more. The most extensively saw way is sensation. This is the condition when you request some brew and from there on interest that your more settled sisters make bomb wine. If all else fails, about piece of the alcohol is filled the alcohol glass, and a brief timeframe later the alcohol is filled the lager glass, and accordingly around 7 pieces of the blend is poured. In the wake of having a beverage with the individuals first, you can embrace a reward to your sister close by. Regardless of whether you don't give anything, the more settled sisters who are the nuts and bolts will request a beverage.

The point-you never need to go to a bar and smack your sisters. Notwithstanding, in any event you ought to be human. An immense piece of the clients are the individuals who work for the term of the day and now just need to get back, yet they are in a condition to work. In like way, since she is a lady, she has genuinely less capacity to manage liquor than men. It is obliging not to force liquor extravagantly hard. On the off chance that you do this, the intoxication will customarily rise and the messed up atmosphere will vanish.

Games-not needed. Regardless, one of the fabulous approaches to manage make an agreeable climate. We should investigate the game later. All around, I play several games, in any case the significance isn't in the game, yet in the controls applied when I lose the game. By and large, there are different events of one-shot of the plane.

Precisely when the more arranged sisters win, there are times when they call a dull knight (usually an accomplice) to drink for them, and if a similar visitor keeps winning, there is in like way a faint rose call that the associate sister drinks for her. Likewise, there are various controls, for example, kissing and leaving lip marks on the chest. There is no norm or formal request, so it is OK to make it yourself and like it. Regardless, if a lot of interest is made before the closeness between one another is formed, it will as a rule be counterproductive.

[buildmethemoon]

Dirty Laundry

Rating: E

Gabriel Reyes/Reader

Chapters: 21-25 (still ongoing)

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Chapter 21

The weeks flew by.

During that time, you and Gabe continued to practice dancing and fighting together. Your dancing moved from Gabe’s office to the training hall where Commander’s Morrison and Amari, McCree and Genji could serve as distractions and test your abilities. They would do things such as exchange notes while you and Gabe spun around on the dance floor. The test being if you could correctly locate who had the note by the end of your dance. Also testing scenarios like being crowded. Or if a fight did break out on the dance floor, how well could you handle holding your own. Genji knew Gabe was in safe hands the first time you had removed a blunt version of your hair pin and held it to his throat after a mock attack.

Simple tests in the grand scheme of things, but every little thing could help.

The first time you danced in front of the four of them, they didn’t interrupt you.

You danced to Serenade by Schubert, intending to dance to half of the song at most. A song not too fast, but allowed you two to show off your skills. With no interruptions you could feel yourself becoming self-conscious worried they weren’t impressed; your eyes would wander over his shoulder trying to read their faces. A light squeeze to your hand from his, you stared into his eyes. He gave you the smallest of smiles. Only you could see the corners of his mouth barley upturn, it was a smile only meant just for you after all. You inhaled a breath quickly then eagerly threw yourself back in to the dance.

When the song came to and end, Gabe stepped away, keeping your hand in his, then taking a bow, you did a curtsy. You looked at each person’s face, trying to understand why none of them had spoken. Ana was wearing a smile, a smile that said she knew everything and was waiting for everyone else to catch up, including you.

Jack was nothing short of impressed, he was chuckling to himself looking at Ana who nodded in agreement without a word being spoken.

You and Gabe must have focused on McCree at the same time.

“Are you crying?” Gabe asked sounding like he wanted to laugh, but deep down felt flattered.

“It was just downright beautiful.” McCree was being genuine. He wiped away a tear that threatened to roll down his cheek. “Can’t help it.”

Genji patted him on the shoulder shaking his head side to side then looking between you and Gabe. “It was very impressive. I do believe we are ready to begin training now that we have seen your demonstration.” you could hear the smile in Genji’s voice.

Later the four of them would talk about how neither of you stopped holding hands. It could have been because you were so used to it by now from all the practicing Jack suggested. Ana kindly suggested Jack was a fool much to McCree’s delight.

You had two weeks till the actual event took place. What you and Gabriel had to do now was secure your aliases and appear as convincing as a couple as possible. Arkwright was going to use this party as an opportunity not only to show his vast wealth and connections, but make as many deals as possible. According to the network of intel everyone on the guest list was being watched. Getting the information to appear real was the easy part, any attempt to find holes in your stories wouldn’t exist on paper. The risk of being found out now fell squarely on you and Gabe.

With the time you had left before the masquerade, you and Gabe would be flown out to Aspen and live and act as if you were a couple. Every base was covered. What outfits you’d be wearing, what meals you’d have, and where you’d be sleeping. You had detailed lists of every guest and where they would be in town so you could begin mingling.

Ana, as always, was helpful and put your mind at ease. You were able to sit and have tea with her, going over details that were important for your part of the mission. Looking and acting the part of a wealthy trophy girlfriend.

The story was You and Gabe were a wealthy couple with bank accounts all over the world. Gabe eager to spend money to make money. He has his hands in a few different ammunition suppliers and would like to become involved with Arkwright. Not as a business partner, but more of a brand ambassador. Gabe wants to help Arkwright become the leading arms and ammunitions makers in the world. And he can help Arkwright do it on the up and up, which means less worries for Arkwright.

Your part would be the gossiping girlfriend, socializing with the other spouses and lovers of Arkwright’s inner circle.

“Men so often think the women in their lives don’t understand their business and all the secrets. Yet when the men get sent to prison, the women could step right in and continue the work if they wanted. Empires could be toppled if some women chose to act.” She chuckled.

The night before you were to leave she made sure you could dress yourself in the gown. She knew Gabe would help if needed, but “being as self-sufficient as possible in everything you do” was important. She helped you pack the dozen designer suitcases. Told you that every morning you would go to the hotel salon to get your hair and makeup done.

Having to sit still while people worked around you and on you sounded more stressful than training.

She zipped the last suitcase closed and stood, she held her hands in front of herself, looking over the piles of luggage then to you.

“You and Gabe will do well.” She said confidently. “You keep each other safe, and when you come back, tell me everything.” She gave you a warm smile then bid you good evening. Leaving you to try and get some rest before your flight in a few hours.

Chapter 22:

That morning you did your makeup and hair, you did a fine job considering you were very out of practice. You sprayed some setting spray, setting the makeup in place. Adding a bit more hairspray to tame any stray hairs. You watched yourself in the mirror as you put in square cut emerald earrings. The you really looked at yourself in the mirror, not recognizing yourself. You wore a forest green chiffon V-neck blouse that hung loose around your waist. Over it you wore a fitted black suit jacket and a matching pair of pants. Finish off the simple look with a pair of black ankle high booties and a calf length wool coat that that was far to hot to wear till you go to Aspen.

When you dressed up, it was usually for no one other than yourself. Now having to play dress up for a crowd of people you’d never see after this mission gave you mixed feelings. A small voice in the back of your mind reminded you Gabe would get to see you. You told it to shut up.

Then you thought about how once you walked out of your door, you were playing a role. You weren’t sure how deep in character you’d have to stay. You placed your makeup and hair products in a small carry-on bag, along with a change of clothes, and your toothbrush. You took a deep breath, pressing the button to open your door.

Mission: Start.

You walked out into the hall, carry-on bag on one arm, coat thrown over the other. You turned to walk towards the garage, but froze in place at the sound of a wolf whistle. You stopped, a smirk already spreading on your lips as you turned to look at McCree.

“Well ain’t you as pretty as a picture.” He grinned walking over to you. He held out a glasses case to you which you took. He extended his other hand offering to take you bag and coat, which you handed to him.

“That there is just a bit of the tech that’s been prepared for your mission, the rest is on the jet. You and Reyes will go over it on the flight there.” He said as you both walked towards the garage.

You opened the case and inside was a pair of tortoise shell Ray Bans with black lenses. You put them on, you were about to ask how you looked but then like a screen coming to life, words appeared on the inner lenses.

“Oh!” you said a little surprised. Intel of the mission scrolled along the side, when you looked at McCree it identified him, giving his basic information that Blackwatch allowed the Overwatch data bases. You looked down the hall and it resumed intel information. “Interesting.”

“There are some instructions for basic command functions,” he held up a piece of paper showing he was placing it in a pocket of your bag. “but I believe the best method is stumbling into learning.”

“Best method?” You laughed, looking around the hall seeing temperature readings of the room and McCree’s heat signature out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s gotten me this far.” He chuckled as you entered the garage.

The glasses adapted to the lower light, letting you see clearly. It analyzed the license plates giving VIN information. Not much since it was all owned by Overwatch. You saw a limousine with it’s engine running. A man in a chauffeur’s outfit and cap stood at the front of the car. He began to walk towards the end of the limo, uninteresting info scrolled over him, seeming he was nothing more than an employee and errand boy. He walked down to a large man who was looking at his holo-pad. Information began to fill in showing it was Gabe, but leaving a lot of spaces blank, giving you no new information. He looked up at you and smiled. You took of the glasses just before they could tell you about a temperature increase to his whole body.

But in the unenhanced dim light of the garage, his blush went unnoticed.

McCree went to the back of the limo, lifting the unlocked trunk.

“Jeezus, got enough stuff?” he closed the truck without putting your bag in.

“Have look the part.” You gave an innocent shrug. It’s not like you’d get to keep an of this. It would all be reused or sold to get new things for different missions for different agents.

“That’s a whole lotta looks.” McCree handed your bag to Gabe. “You two don’t get into too much trouble without me.” He patted Gabe on the shoulder. “I’ll talk to ya on proper channels when yer both settled.” He handed you your coat and bumped your shoulder with a fist as he walked away.

You watched him walk away with an affectionate smile before facing Gabe.

“Shall we?”

“After you.”  Gabe stepped back sweeping his arm as the chauffeur opened the door and letting you get in first. You couldn’t help but remember the gesture from the time you had a one on one bout. From knocking him onto his ass to him sweeping you off your feet on the dance floor, you smiled inwardly and climbed in.

You choose the long seat on the side, Gabe taking the bench at the back. The door was closed and after a few seconds the limo began to drive.

“To the airport.” Were the only instructions to the driver before he closed the partition window and the felted cover, giving you privacy.

“Nervous?” Gabe asked sinking into his seat and leaning his head back. He watched you with half lidded eyes, and the small smirk you had become an expert at finding.

Now that you were looking at him without the interruptions of the glasses or McCree, he looked like a model, like he was going to sell you some cologne for a boyfriend you didn’t have. But it would be how you would want your boyfriend to smell, if it meant it would smell like him.

No beanie, his hair hardly styled, needing no effort to look perfect apparently. His goatee was trimmed close and with tight lines. He wore a white dress shirt, that looked like it was struggling to hold his muscles despite it very likely being tailored for him. Over that he wore a gray suit vest with matching pants. Over it a knee length black unbuttoned peacoat. Which as you were watching him, he was removing. It did feel very warm in the small area all of the sudden.

He uncuffed his cufflinks rolling his sleeves up to just below the elbow. His feet were together but his legs were wide open, you tried to look anywhere but at him. It felt incredibly hot in the car at that moment, you helplessly looked around for a window you could open. The buttons were near Gabe and you didn’t want it to be obvious that just seeing him like this made you feel like you would spontaneously combust.

You pushed your coat from your lap to as far away on the seat beside you could, as if it being near you was the cause for your overheating. You removed your suit jacket laying it on your coat and leaning back on the cool leather of the car seat, thankful for the chiffon being so breathable. It was a slight improvement, you closed your eyes, exhaled. You shifted in your seat leaning on one side and propping your elbow up, you rested your head on your arm. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I guess you could say I’m a little nervous.” You gave a sheepish smile, trying to look only at his eyes.

Gabe smiled, then crossed his legs. Beginning to realize these two weeks were going to be so much more work than he had originally thought.

Chapter 23:

Flying on a private jet was great, if you could ever do it again you would jump at the chance. The only staff were the two pilots, the rest of the cabin was yours and Gabe’s.

You wandered around while the luggage was loaded below. The bar was stocked. A touch screen showed you the cover art for hundreds of movies that could be watched. It had an even larger catalog of music.

You scrolled through the movies, overwhelmed with options, you couldn’t decide.

Gabe came up the stairs, setting his carryon bag next to yours on the floor.

“Any suggestions?” You asked, still focusing on the screen.

“You a fan of classic movies?” He asked joining you at the screen.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Ever seen The Thin Man?” Gabe asked, touching the screen. He pulled up the available movies and typed in the name to narrowing the results. “with William Powell and Myrna Loy?”

You had your head tilted in thought, but it wasn’t ringing any bells. He pulled up the cover art and you read the tag line. “Dashiell Hammett’s master of mystery, The Thin Man.”

“Never seen it. But if you say it’s good, I’ll take your word for it.” You walked to the bar, looking at the options. You didn’t want to admit not only nervous about the mission, but flying as well. Before you could decide on a drink, one of the pilots opened the cockpit door.

“We are ready for take off Mr. and Mrs. Herrero, please take your seats and put on your seatbelts. Once we reach a steady altitude we’ll turn on the light” He said pointing to an unlit green bulb above the cockpit entrance.

“Thank you, Captain” Gabe replied, you gave a polite smile.

You gave the bar one last look then got into your seat, buckling yourself in.

Gabe grabbed a remote and took the seat next to you, pulling down the armrest between the both of you. The lights dimmed, the sunshades lowered, giving you a more authentic movie experience.

The engines started up. You had your hands laced in your lap, white knuckled grip.

Gabe noticed and hit play on the movie, a staticky screen buzzed to life. The lion roared above the Metro Goldwyn Mayer logo, then a band began to play. Gabe turned up the volume trying to make it louder than the engines.

Some names flashed on the screen telling you who was playing what parts, you didn’t remember any of them. Gabe could see how tense you were. He leaned on the armrest between you, talking over the film and into your right ear. This did successfully distract you.

“That guy,” he said gesturing to an old man working on some machine. “is an inventor of some smelting processes, some bullshit like that. That’s his daughter and her fiancé, they’re coming to tell him they plan on getting married.”

He continued to explain the scene despite you being able to hear and see it yourself. But you focused only on his voice, the timbre of his voice and how lovely it sounded so close to your ear. Your hands loosened slightly, no longer white knuckled.

Gabe continued explaining the story, giving his opinion on the characters on screen. You began to breath normally, snickering at his commentary.

Gabe couldn’t have timed it more perfectly. Just as the jet began to take off, loud music began to play as the scene became the couple on a dance floor. The girl, who you now knew as Dorothy, spotted Nick who was played by Powell, across the room at the bar.

“That’s Nick Charles,” he said enthusiastically, making you smile. “a former detective who married rich.”

You tried not to roll your eyes. Sure, it was nice having swapped stereotyped roles, a man marrying a wealthy woman. But films like that typically ended with the poor woman being murdered.

“You’ll love her.” Gabe said confidently watching the screen. “Just wait.”

The scene became a woman dressed in an expensive fur coat, being dragged down the hall by a dog whose nails clacked on the hardwood floors of a hotel hall. The dog rounded the corner, dragging the woman with him, her arms full of boxes wrapped for Christmas. She tripped just as he pulled her into the bar, causing her to  fall forward, boxes spilling across the floor.

You grimaced, hoping it didn’t hurt too much.

“Loy really took that fall.” Gabe grinned. The woman was helped up by some men.

Nora, played by Myrna Loy, was unbothered, getting to her feet then teasing her husband who now held the dog.

Gabe didn’t talk over the dialogue now, and you were glad. Nora took none of Nick’s wisecracks, matching him line for line with her own. Gabe cast a sideways glance seeing if you were actually paying attention. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, wearing a smirk.

He didn’t settle back into his seat. He rather enjoyed giving you his thoughts on the film so far, and was enjoying the smell of your perfume.

“How many drinks have you had?” Nora asked looking at Nick with an amused expression.

“This will make six martinis.” Nick said watching the waiter as he set down their drinks.

“All right,” Nora said setting down her clutch. “Will you bring me five more martinis, Leo? And line them up right here.” She said pointing at five spaces on the table.

Nick made a noise of approval.

You laughed at the next scene. Nora in bed with a hangover, Nick getting her a cold press for her headache.

At that moment the green light came on, indicating you were no safe to walk around the cabin.

You pressed your lips together, realizing Gabe had tricked you into calming down. You smiled down at your lap, your hands relaxed. You could feel his eyes on you, probably wearing a smug grin. You rocked in your seat sideways, awkwardly bumping your shoulder into his. “Thank you.” You were glad the cabin was dimmed, hiding your blush.

He bumped your shoulder back, continuing to wear his smug grin.

He restarted the movie, letting you watch it again. He stayed leaned in, giving commentary and answering your questions.

By the end of the flight you were half way through the sequel film.

You asked Gabe if you could watch the rest of it once you got to the hotel. “If we aren’t busy with everything, of course.” You added embarrassed, forgetting for a moment that this was a mission and not a vacation.

“If we can find the time, sure.”

You both stood, grabbing your bags and putting on your coats. He stood in front of the entry door waiting for you.

“Once we get off this jet, we are Mr. and Mrs. Herrero, got it?” Gabe said resting his hand on the opening latch.

You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, giving it a squeeze.

He nodded and pulling the latch up, leading the way down the stairs to a waiting limo. You sat on the bench seat together in silence, unsure if the car was bugged.

You kept holding hands.

You remained silent, smiling and giving a ‘hello’ when needed. Letting him play his part and staying in yours. You both would occasionally squeeze the others hand, an unspoken form of reassurance you both needed.

It wasn’t till you were standing outside the hotel room door that you both let go.

Chapter 24:

You were escorted to your room by a team of bellhops with trolleys of your luggage packed on them. The elevator was a tight fit, you clung to Gabe’s arm playing up clingy girlfriend. They put a keycard into a reader in the elevator. None of the buttons lit up, but it lifted you upward to the top unmarked floor.

The doors opened to a large round room with marble floors, the walls covered in ornate wallpaper. A room intended for parties and private events. You hoped Gabe would still want to practice dancing even though at this point there was no need.

“We could host our own ball.” Gabe said loudly, making sure the bellhops would hear. He gave your hand a light squeeze.

“Oh, but could it still be a costumed one?” You asked looking up at him.

One of the male bellhops walked ahead, you and Gabe close behind.

“This suite is for our most respected guests.” The bellhop said proudly. He walked a little faster getting to the back wall, he applied pressure to a panel that was hidden in the pattern of the wallpaper. The small door sprung open showing keycard reader. He inserted the card and to your surprise a whole panel of the wall slid open.

Gabe had them unload the luggage outside of your hotel room, not wanting anyone in there before the pair of you. The bellhop who had spoken handed Gabe two keycards and waited for his coworkers to finish.

“I think we have it from here.” Gabe said turning to the bellhops who all tried to look like they weren’t waiting for compensation. He let go of your hand getting out his wallet, giving each of the bellhops a twenty.

“Please be sure to tell the cleaning staff that we won’t be needing any room service. She packed for everything.” Gabe laughed gesturing at all the luggage.

You giggled rolling your eyes at him. They all bid you a good evening as the elevator doors shut.

The pleasant smiles you and Gabe were wearing were gone as soon as you both heard the elevator begin descending. He looked at you, and you nodded.

You both went into your bags, each pulling out a device. You both walked towards the elevator then splitting.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to host our own party?” Gabe asked, focused on his device.

“It would be wonderful! I wonder if we could outdo Arkwright in this small of a space.” You said with a smile, trying to make it sound genuine.

“If I land this deal, maybe I could us a nice place out here. The parties would be unforgettable.” By this point you and Gabe had met back together in front of the doorway, giving each other a thumb up. You walked through the door, splitting up again and scanning the walls and furniture.

You started in the living room, couches and chairs facing a fireplace with a large TV above it.

“Oh, my goodness! A real fireplace!” You said scanning the unlit structure, even leaning in to scan up the vents. Then reaching up to make sure your device thoroughly scanned the TV.

“The kitchen is quaint, but I don’t think we’ll be doing much dinning here.” Gabe said sounding unimpressed.

He joined you in the living room, you both gave each other a thumb up. His eyes glanced at the open bedroom door, you nodded and followed him in.

“Not bad.” Gabe said, actually giving the bed a look before focusing on the walls.

“It’s so rare you see a hotel with a nice color scheme, they really tried to make this place look nice.” You scanned your wall, then going into the open bathroom. “I can’t wait to take a bubble bath in this. Plenty of room for two.”

Gabe’s brows furrowed, but he stayed focused on his device and the task at hand. He finished scanning the bedroom and the furniture as you came out of the bathroom. You gave a thumb up and could see him visibly relax.

“All clear.” He said looking back down at his device. “Send you data back to the base. Not that we got anything, but we can set these to monitor any changes now that we have it all scanned. So at least we don’t have to worry about eavesdropping while we’re here.”

You pressed the buttons making sure you got a confirmation that your scans had been sent.

“What’s next?” You asked, you had read the report mapping out your daily plans up until the event. But tonight’s had been left blank.

“Nothing. Basically, this time is to let us unpack and organize for tomorrow. Last night of freedom, to a degree.” Gabe sent his scans off, then looked up at you.

You both realized you were alone together. Alone for the first time since you’d met each other actually. There was no one next door who could knock or barge in on you.

Just you two. It was terrifying.

You both understood you would have to share the bed. You couldn’t make the room look lived in without actually living in it. You would check for spying every day, of course. But the realism that actually doing something was undeniable. The conversation you had both originally had was so short, just a bullet point you barely touched on, and some how hadn’t thought about since.

In both of your daydreaming and fantasizing, neither of you had played this scenario out.

The more you both thought about it, maybe it was more exhilarating than terrifying.

Whatever it was, you both felt it.

“Huh.” You said first, breaking the silence. You nodded your head a few times, accepting whatever may or may not happen. “So…Return Of The Thin Man?” you suggested, raising a brow.

Gabe smiled, glad you had broken the tension he felt was filling the room. He wasn’t sure if he felt better, but he didn’t feel worse either. “That,” he chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair. “That sounds great.”

You two stood there for a second, just smiling at each other.

He lead the way out of the room to retrieve the luggage, bringing it in piece by piece. While you pulled up the film on the TV.

Chapter 25:

Gabe went downstairs and got you both takeout from the hotel restaurant. By the time he came back you were dressed in a long-sleeved button up pajama shirt with matching pants. You looked like you should be modelling it for a Macy’s catalog, it didn’t suit you. It belonged on an older woman who would be forced to accept it as a gift from some family member who knew nothing about her but her shirt size.

You were uncomfortable, not from the situation for once, but the scratchy fabric of the shirt. It was too hot, too long, and too confining. Typically, you chose comfort over style, and whatever style this was, it should be banned.

“You ok?” Asked Gabe watching you fuss with the shirt as you walked into the living room, he sat your dinner out on the counter.

“Not my usual sleepwear, but I’ll adjust.” You rolled up the sleeve but they felt too tight on your arms, so you rolled them back down. “The pants are comfortable at least.” You gave up, walking over to join Gabe.

The hotel served a variety of cuisines, you both had settled for Chinese food, not wanting to comb through the menu. The suite’s kitchen was stocked with dishes thankfully, goodness forbid the rich were inconvenienced in any way. Gabe gave you your plate, Beef Lo Mein and friend wontons.

There was a dining table in the kitchen, but both of you opted for the couch that was facing the TV. There was plenty of space for the two of you on said couch, but you both sat in the middle, keeping small amount of space between you.

You watched ‘The Thin Man’ again then ‘The Return Of The Thin Man’. You learned there were three additional sequels, Gabe telling you the only thing that made the last two worth watching was Loy and Powell.

Maybe it was because you had both separately gotten up to clean your plates, then returned to sit. Maybe the couch wasn’t distributing your weight well due to your locations. Maybe if was because you couldn’t hear Gabe’s commentary if you were more than a foot away since he didn’t want to be louder than the dialogue.

But at some point, during the movies you both had ended up leaning on each other. You had settled into the crook of his arm, him laying his arm across the back of the couch letting you in closer.

Neither of you noticed. It felt so natural, it wasn’t worth noticing.

Maybe because you had spent so much time pressed together dancing. Or using the other as a brace during combat training. Maybe because over the last few months you had eaten many meals together and just enjoyed the others company.

Even when the movie ended, and you got up to go wash your face, Gabe only noticed that he felt a little colder. He got up checking the thermostat but it showed no temperature change. He wondered if the chimney caused a draft.

He got up turning everything off, joining you in the bedroom.

He walked in as you were walking out of the bathroom, patting your clean face dry.

“Sorry to ruin the illusion.” You chuckled, half joking, the other half self-conscious. You reached back into the bathroom hanging the washcloth on a hook near the door.

Today had been the first day he had seen you in makeup.

Sure, it enhanced some of your features. But he had grown fond of your face, not one you had to paint on. Not the one you’d have to wear for this mission.

Your face. The face that had worn a taunting grin that day you had flipped him. A face he had seen in a snarl when in the throes of training in CQC. The face that showed signs for smile lines because you always seemed to find a reason to be smiling and laughing.

A face he wanted desperately to cup and lips he wanted to kiss.

That last thought caused him to look away from you, diverting his gaze to the dresser. He had grabbed a pair of pajama pants. He closed the drawer, stopping half way to the closet.

“An illusion implies you’re trying to hide something. I hope you never feel you need to hide anything from me. Especially your face.” His heart thumped in his chest, he faced the closet looking at his t-shirts, his blush making his cheeks feel like they were on fire.

Your face went scarlet, you brought your cold hands to hold your cheeks, attempting to hide it.

Gabe grabbed two black t-shirts off the hangers, holding one in the same hand as his pajama pants.

“Here.” He said tossing you the other shirt. “I don’t have to wear some stupid outfit to bed, neither should you.” He said walking past you to the bathroom to get changed.

You laughed turning to face the door as he closed it. You brought the shirt to your nose, smelling it. Since everything of his was packed together, it had the faint scent of him. His cologne, deodorant, and everything else that just made him smell like him. You’d rather keep your face buried in than wear it. You quickly unbuttoned the horrible pajama top, pushing it off your shoulders then pulling his shirt on over yourself.

Gabe looked at his reflection in the mirror, his face still tinged with red. He was accepting the fact he had feelings for you, there was no denying it, his body wouldn’t let him. He would blush constantly. He seemed to always be smiling when he was with you, it was exercising muscles in his face he didn’t know he had. He had spent many nights shamelessly indulging in erotic daydreams and fantasies, moaning your name as he came undone. But as of late, simpler more attainable daydreams played in his mind. Many of the things such as dinner dates, nights out, and openly flirting. Many of those things would be done on this mission. He just wished it didn’t have to be in character, he wanted it to be real.

He exhaled, dragging his hands down his face. He grabbed a clean washcloth and washed his face. He changed into his pajamas.

You sat on the edge of the California King bed. Your bed back at the Overwatch base was Queen sized. But this one seemed so much bigger. You felt like it was because you and Gabe would be sharing it. You would be inches apart, but it would feel like miles. Your mind was looking for ways to not make this awkward and uncomfortable for Gabe. Aside from wanting to cling to him like a rock in a storm, you were a bed hog. You slept in the center of your own bed, because it was yours. You worried while you were sleeping if you would steal the blankets or wrap yourself around him. You still didn’t believe he saw you as anything other than a subordinate. It made your heart ache. But you forced that sadness down. You wanted this mission to be a success. Your sleeping habits couldn’t make him lose sleep. You were going to offer to sleep on the couch. He, being the commander, needed his sleep.

“Are you decent?” Gabe asked, waiting to open the door.

“Yes!” you said snapping out of your thoughts.

Gabe came out, he smiled upon seeing you chose to wear his shirt. Your face was tense, he was worried you didn’t want to share the bed. Maybe it was crossing a line that needed to be addressed.

“So.” You began still unsure how you would phrase it.

Gabe was ready to sleep on the couch, you just had to say the word.

“So, I’ve never shared my bed with anyone. And it’s not that I can’t share! I just tend to toss and turn a bit. And I hog the covers. At least I’m pretty sure I do, like I said. I’ve never shared a bed and,” You rambled.

It was the most shaken he had ever seen you, which was adorable. He could have ended your suffering but enjoyed watching you flounder, trying to get to the point.

You saw he was just smirking at you with an amused expression trying not to laugh. You stopped and collected yourself.

“You shouldn’t lose sleep because I may keep you awake. And I can’t promise I won’t, just, wrap around you.” You said not looking at him, you held your hands out in front of yourself, as if they could grab a better word out of the air. You just knew you didn’t want to say ‘snuggle’.

“I…Ok. That’s what you’re worried about?” He laughed, unable to hold it in. “I’ve had my fair share of cramped sleeping situations.” He said walking around to his side of the bed, pulling back the blankets. “As long as you’re not attacking me while you have a night terror or something, I think I’ll survive.” He assured you.

You felt foolish. Of course, this wouldn’t be weird for him. You were sure he and Commanders Morrison and Amari could share some stories about being packed in places like sardines.

He saw your face fall, your internal monologue likely being very cruel.

“Besides, I like being little spoon.” He said sitting down and tucking his legs under the blankets then laying down.

You giggled, pulling your blankets back and sliding under them as well.

You laid back, then turned on your side to look at him. He stayed flat on his back, eyes closed. You wanted to say something, you just didn’t know what. You rolled over to your other side facing away from him.

Thank you for reading I really appreciate it! Any comments and critiques welcome.

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admin aldeheid’s prompt 1:

Ricardo in love with an S/O time traveller.

Whew that was harder than I thought. I hope everyone enjoys it though XD.

~ admin Adelheid

Having you transported four hundred years into the past was a mistake. You should not have been there while the Bovino was experimenting on the ten year bazooka paired with the black hole they had asked Chrome to imitate casting from their battles with Daemon Spade ten years ago.

It was a stupid accident. You should not have walked in unprepared but you were too excited. The Bovino claimed to have had in their keeping a diary from Lampo that had information about the Vongola’s first generation from the First Lightning Guardian’s point of view. Naturally, as the Famiglia’s record keeper you cannot allow such an opportunity to pass you by so you immediately intruded on them.

You didn’t know exactly what happened next. All you knew was that when you opened your eyes the first generation had found you on Bovino property and had taken you under their protection after seeing you were nothing but a lost and harmless stranger.

For some reason Giotto had taken a liking to you. Despite Alaude and Daemon’s disapproval he welcomed you to Vongola’s new mansion and treated you as one of the Family. You had thought something good would happen and that time would put you in your correct place after a day or so but you were wrong.

Your heart was almost dying with homesickness by the time you met Ricardo.

The melodic sound of piano music took hold of Ricardo’s feet and led him to one of the salons. He knew that Daemon had gotten Elena a piano recently but he didn’t know she already knew how to play.

Like Giotto, he was born and raised a peasant. Their village was poor, music and art were crude and more than usually related to religion. When they had begun the quest to form Vongola and had their first tastes of the beautiful music and art that rich people were so addicted to they could not help but be drawn to it themselves.

And so here he was gawking as you played a melody on the piano that he had never heard before (insert: Reminiscence from Suikoden 2). He didn’t know how he could understand it but he could hear it. The fear… the pain… the longing… the hope… It was all in every single note that was produced by your fingertips.

And as the last few notes were gently played on the piano’s keyboard he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of a lone tear falling down your cheek. You made such a heartbreaking picture that he didn’t even know he had taken a step forward towards you.

His step was what made you look up in surprise and met his wine colored eyes…

You remembered your history lessons about him. The man that had made the Vongola what it was for the next eight generations after taking over. Cruel, ruthless… a man without mercy… You had always viewed him as some kind of demon back then but now… why can’t your heart stop beating as you look into his eyes? Why weren’t his eyes emitting the same demonic glow you see in Xanxus on a good day? Instead this man’s eyes were clear and dark. Turbulent but… human.

He listened to you gasp and for a split second he thought he saw a hint of recognition enter your gaze as you jumped to your feet. But it had gone by the time you bowed in respect and your feet moved to leave.

“Wait.”

His soft, gruff command made your feet freeze where they were and turn back towards him in surprise. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at your face and your heart wouldn’t stop beating like a hare escaping from hunting dogs.

You look away in an attempt to hide your face. It was foolish but it was all you could do. It wouldn’t do to accidentally change anything now and alter the future…

“Who are you…?” Ricardo asked wonderingly before noting that he was acting like a bewitched fool. An inappropriate way for a high ranking capo to act. With a move of his hand he took out a gun and glared you down with it. “Talk. Are you some sort of spy?”

“Ricardo, is that you?”

Ricardo didn’t even bother to look at his cousin as Giotto came up beside him. He was much too afraid to pull his eyes away from you. He didn’t know why but he had an awful feeling in his gut that if he closed his eyes for just one moment… you might disappear.

Giotto took one look at the situation before smiling benignly. “Ricardo, I see you’ve met my guest. Hey, this is Ricardo, my cousin. His father married my mother’s sister in case you’re wondering about the difference in coloring. It’s alright, don’t be afraid. He might look scary but he’s actually a pretty decent guy.”

Ricardo withdrew his gun in favor of glaring at his cousin. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Giotto laughed lightly even as he held up his hands trying fend off the imaginary waves of anger from his taller cousin. “Nothing! I just thought it’s easy for people to think you’re a bad guy since you look… well… mean.”

“Giotto.”

“What?”

“Hold still.”

“…Why?”

“So I can shoot that stupid head of yours.”

“See? This is the reason why girls just don’t take to you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

They stopped at the sound of your laughter. Soft and sweet and genuine. It made Ricardo forget to breathe, his heart was beating way too fast. All he could do was stare at you in wonder.

“You finally laughed.” Giotto commented, smiling in what you could only figure was relief. “I was getting worried. Ricardo, stay for dinner, won’t you?”

Ricardo couldn’t stop himself from being haunted by you from then on. Even as he left the Vongola mansion to tend to his own property his mind would eventually follow the path towards his memories of you. The melody you had played the first time he saw you stuck in his head like a leech and he found himself humming it at odd times whether or not he was alone. He was not even aware that people were starting to look at him strangely because of it.

He normally did not have to go to Giotto’s to get his dinner but he found himself drawn there night after night just to catch glimpses of you. After dinner it had become normal for the Family to ask you to play the piano and he would normally stick to the shadowy corners of the room with Alaude staring at your face as you bent down on the instrument and played it with your magnificent fingers.

He had never thought he would be so fascinated with another person that he would actually find excuses to approach you whenever he was in your immediate vicinity.

Joining you for walks in the garden. Grocery shopping. Even the smallest errands. Despite Giotto’s remarks he was thrilled that you weren’t afraid of him. He enjoyed your presence greatly and so much that he gave you strict instructions to call for him whenever you had to run an errand outside the mansion.

But you knew getting closer to him than this would only spell tragedy for the both of you. What goes up must come down and you did not know how long you would be stranded here in this time for. For all you knew the Decimo was already pressuring the Bovino to find ways to get you back since he was such good friends with your father. So you kept the future Secondo at arm’s length. Even though every beat of your heart wanted to see more of him. Wanted to have him near…

Your obvious rejection upset Ricardo more than he had wanted to admit and one night, as you walked to your room after your nightly performance on the piano, he stepped out and pulled you into the shadows he had been hiding in; kissing you in drunken desperation.

“Ricardo!” you pulled away from his devastating kiss of wine and longing only to have his lips pursue yours again, defying your protests. His arms trapping you in a wanting embrace, never wanting to let go. “Please, stop!”

“Why?” he groaned in despair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling every bit off essence he could get from your skin. “Why are you pushing me away? Aren’t I good enough?!”

“Please don’t―”

“Can’t you see you’re driving me mad?!” he half yelled, half moaned as he ground himself tighter against you. “No. I don’t care if you’re in love with Giotto. You’re mine. I love my cousin but you’re the one thing I can’t give him!”

“Ricardo, you don’t understand,” you tried to explain. Your heart feeling as though shards of glass were stuck in it. Wanting to hold him close but your reasons won’t let you. “I’m not in love with Giotto but―”

He fished something in his pocket and all of a sudden your eyes widened at the feel of something cold and heavy being slipped onto your left ring finger. You stared in wide eyed shock at the glistening gold band decorated by a large opal and small diamonds now marking your hand. The sight of it made your heart ache even more with despair.

“I can’t take this―”

“Don’t take it off.” Ricardo ordered. His words hard as granite and as resolute as the steel in his eyes. His gaze reflecting a resolve that you had only read about in books. And it was now being centered on you. “I don’t care what you say. You are going to be my wife.”

And he proved that. For days after that he made sure you wore his ring. Whenever he found that you had not done so he would march you right into your room to fetch it and personally put it back onto your finger. It happened so many times that you eventually got tired of it and just wore the ring to make him stop dragging you around. But you never mentioned accepting his proposal. Sadly Ricardo took your silence as permission.

The wedding was already being planned when the mansion was attacked by an enemy Famiglia. Elena was shot right before your eyes and even as you tried to help her a familiar black hole appeared at your back and sucked you out of harm’s way. You returned to your own time in tears; your heart broken in more ways than one. No matter what anyone did no one could stem your sorrow and refused to answer any of their questions. No one even dared ask about the ring on your finger.

When you had enough strength to stop crying and looked into the Vongola record books again you turned back to the entry about the Vongola’s first generation. Nothing had been changed in the records; everything had stayed the same.

The Bovino, in an act of remorse, sent Lampo’s diary over to you. Along with a music box made of lacquer and tortoiseshell with a note attached saying the music box came with the diary. Listlessly you opened the diary first and read the treasures of history that had been your whole life before the incident happened.

What you discovered there made you break out in a fresh slew of tears.

Lampo’s entry had crushed her soul.

“--Ricardo had loved Giotto with all of his heart. I had always believed there was nothing that could have ever destroyed their bond as a family. But after what happened that night… That night when Elena died and Ricardo’s fiancé disappeared… Ricardo was never the same again.

It was as though he had gone mad. He couldn’t stop blaming Giotto for what happened. Giotto himself was not surprised when Ricardo organized the coup and took over the Vongola. That man… That Ricardo… He changed into an angry, bitter man… The only form of sentimentality left to him was a music box he would constantly listen to whenever he was alone. I stole it thinking I should protect it from Tierzo who had hated Ricardo and would destroy all of the Secondo’s things given the chance. This music box... Ricardo had kept listening to it… until the day he died…”

Blinded by tears and with trembling fingers your hand opened the music box that came with the diary… and heard the song you had played the first time he met you…

[seigyokus]

5.3 - A Call from Nagi

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 5.3 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Yuki: Momo, what is this about? Momo: Uh.... We're talking about a game! One that we've been super into lately! Tsukumo Ryou: He's helping me expose Chiba Salon in order to protect your future position in the industry. To be more specific, I'm having him sell Nikaidou Yamato to me piece by piece. Momo: ......You didn't have to tell Yuki that! Tsukumo Ryou: Oh, but I just want to see you two fight. Yuki: ....... Is this true, Momo....... Momo: ......Sorry I kept quiet about this! But please understand! This is for your sake! Yuki: ...Momo.... My arm hurts. Momo: We want things to go well, right? And there are times where if you can't beat 'em, then you just gotta join 'em! I'm begging you, please don't look at me like that! Yuki: ....... Yuki: Don't touch me! *slap* Momo: Y-Yuki....... Tsukumo Ryou: Wow! This is amazing! It's a shame that I'm the only one here to witness Re:vale fight right before my eyes! What a waste. Momo: ......! Get out! Tsukumo Ryou: Aw, but it's just getting started. Momo: Shut up! Get out......! *slam* Yuki: ....... Yuki: ......Are you okay? Momo: Shh. Wait. Yuki: Huh......? Momo: --I'm so sorry! Forgive me! Please don't throw me away, Yuki! Waaah, ahh, ahh.... Momo: Waaaah, ahhh.... Yuki: Um....... Momo: This should be good. It's okay now. Yuki: When you grabbed me earlier, you whispered to me, "Hit me." Is that correct? Momo: That man's a bully, after all. I just figured he wouldn't leave until he saw some carnage. Momo: I'm really sorry about that. I made you do something so awful, even though you're a gentleman.... Yuki: I'm the one who should be apologizing. It hurt, didn't it? So what were you talking about earlier? You weren't serious about exposing Yamato-kun, were you? Momo: No way! As if I could sell off those kids. Ban-san loves them! But it is true that there's people moving to expose it. Momo: It's not gonna stop at the weekly tabloids. Apparently there's some big names in the industry that are a part of this, so I'm trying to find out who those people are. Momo: The reason why they wanna expose this scandal is because of a grudge, out of righteous anger, or for money. If I get the names of everyone involved, then it'd be possible beat him to the punch and talk them out of it. Yuki: Any guesses so far? Momo: There's a lot of people.... And one of them is a really big name in the industry. Momo: ......Who? Momo: Top actress Asamiya Tomoe-san. Shizuo-san's wife. *click* Tsukumo Ryou: Right! I just remembered something.... Yuki: --I'll fucking kill you! Momo: Forgive me! Please, please forgive me! Tsukumo Ryou: I do apologize for bothering you while you're preoccupied, but Yuki. You may be close to Hoshikage, but I'll instantly know if you squeal to him. Tsukumo Ryou: You see, I've planted a spy in Hoshikage. With that, ding-ding-ding-ding! Let round two begin. *slam* Yuki: ......There's a spy in Hoshikage? Momo: God, he pisses me off! The gong only sounds once at the beginning of a new round! It only sounds four times at the end......! Yuki: I can't believe you put up with that man.... Like I said, don't get involved with weirdos. Momo: That's my line! Shizuo-san works you to the bone! You went to wash his car and shovel snow for him before, right? Yuki: Those were just excuses for him to give me pocket money. Shizuo-san is really good at taking care of people-- Momo: What part of that is good!? It was to the point where I was just like, "If the world's beloved Chiba keeps sending Yuki off on pointless errands, then I guess I'm gonna have to destroy the world!" (1) Yuki: It's better than some overly gaudy man who's insane! Even I knew that he was dangerous from the the instant I saw him. More importantly, why didn't you tell me about this sooner? Momo: You were busy with filming and composing, so I didn't wanna bother you about this.... I was gonna tell you once I figured out who the people doing the exposing were. Yuki: ......I genuinely thought you got corrupted by him and were fully on-board with his plan. Momo: That I'd sell Yamato for your sake? Yuki: Yeah.... Because you tend to worry and brood, Momo. Momo: You wouldn't have doubted it if it were Ban-san though, right? Yuki: I guess so. Ban's really dry, and nothing holds him down. (2) Momo: ......So that's how it is, huh!! I guess I'm sopping wet then!!! (3) Yuki: ......I never said anything about that. Look. Wet wipes are more valuable for cleaning, right? Good job. Momo: Being compared to cleaning goods doesn't make me happy! Even if it's praise! I'll soak you! I'm gonna drench you with condensation! Yuki: Sorry, sorry. Momo: *sob*.... I wanna be a man befitting of fresh laundry like Ban-san....... Yuki: It's fine. It'll just freeze on Mount Everest, after all. Momo: Mount Everest? Yuki: You were the first person to make me work my hardest, Momo. Not Ban. Momo: ......? What are you talking about? Yuki: ....... It's nothing. I finished the demo. You wanna listen to it, right? Momo: You finished!? Even though you were so busy with filming!? That's incredible! I thought you were gonna need more time! Momo: This is great! I super duper can't wait to listen! I knew it, Yuki's a genius......! Yuki: Haha.... I guess so. Momo: Somebody looks happy! I bet you're proud of this one! Yuki: Now I'm proud of it.

Nikaidou Yamato: Hah....... My pulse is racing so fast my heart hurts....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......But I have to go back....... *click* Rokuya Nagi: Hello! Nikaidou Yamato: Ah....... Rokuya Nagi: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: I.... I'm home.... Rokuya Nagi: Welcome back. We've been waiting for you to return. Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah.... Ah.... What happened to the entryway? Is it me or did the security got a lot stricter while I was gone......? Rokuya Nagi: That's not of great importance. Look at me, Yamato. Nikaidou Yamato: But, like.... The windows look kinda grim too....... Rokuya Nagi: Rather than talking about the windows, why don't you talk about yourself? We'll hear all about it tonight. Right, Yamato? Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Yeah, that's what I was gonna do. Rokuya Nagi: OK. Do you know how I feel.... Rokuya Nagi: After urging you, over and over and over again to answer my question.... For you to find that answer at someone else's house, someone who isn't even a member...... Nikaidou Yamato: Huh? Rokuya Nagi: Fine. Bring it on. Nikaidou Yamato: Uh.... Are you mad......? Rokuya Nagi: No, no, no! Do you mind if I inform everyone that you've returned? I'm sure they'll be very, very delighted to hear that. Nikaidou Yamato: ...Sure, but.... Hm? Who are you calling? Rokuya Nagi: .......

Rokuya Nagi: Hello, President! Tonight's going to be Round 1 of Yamato's Confessions! If you have time, please do stop by! Nikaidou Yamato: ......Hey! Just who are you inviting!? Rokuya Nagi: OH! You have something planned? No worries. Thanks. Next-- Hello, Yaotome-shi! Nikaidou Yamato: Hey! Let's keep it to just the members! Hey, are you mad at me? If you are then just tell me, please! Rokuya Nagi: Hello! Mister Yuki. What are you plans for tonight? Nikaidou Yamato: Stop!!! That man's already given me hell! Rokuya Nagi: Hello, Kujou-shi! Nikaidou Yamato: Are you kidding me? Come on......! *click* Nanase Riku: Welcome back, Yamato-san! I'm really glad you're back! Osaka Sougo: --I heard from Nagi-kun, so I rushed back! Yotsuba Tamaki: Is it true you're doing a confession session? I mean, we've done a lot up ‘til now, but this is the first time it's gotten a legit name! (4) Yotsuba Tamaki: That's our leader! You're so on point! Nikaidou Yamato: Noooooooo......!

*click* Kujou Ten: Good evening. So I heard you guys fought, IDOLiSH7. Is everything alright? Yaotome Gaku: What was the important thing you wanted to talk about? Wait-- No way. Are you getting married, Nikaidou? Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Wait, really!? Oh no, I came here empty-handed! But, I see.... Today's a lucky day, after all! Nikaidou Yamato: Are you shitting me, even TRIGGER came!? No way, give me a break...! Onii-san can't do this, it's impossible......! *click* Momo・Yuki: Good evening! We're Re:vale! Nikaidou Yamato: Ahhhhhhhhhh.... *click* Izumi Iori: We have returned. Izumi Mitsuki: Sorry we're late! Nagi told me that Yamato-san's gonna tell us everything tonight.... Yaotome Gaku・Kujou Ten・Tsunashi Ryuunosuke・Momo・Yuki: Pardon the intrusion. Izumi Mitsuki: ....... Izumi Mitsuki: ......Damn, you've really steeled yourself. Are you giving a presentation or something? Nikaidou Yamato: Oh no. No. Definitely not.... Let's go to a bar, just the two of us.... How about we quietly reconcile there, yeah...? Izumi Mitsuki: Wow, in tears already?

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

THANK U @kuriiii FOR PROOFREADING AS USUAL!!

(1) tl’d it at face value but this may or may not be a reference to Sonny Chiba??? not 100% sure 

(2) begin headache: yuki uses an onomatopoeic word for crisp/dry, but it can also mean someone who doesn't get bogged down/is refreshing. casually inserts both meanings 4 emphasis/representation i guess. BUT THE MOMO PLAYS OFF OF THE "DRY" meaning and............. 

(3) idk how the word 'wet' ended up as 'wetty' in Japanese but im dying this metaphor thing runs into ch 5.4 too

(4) PLEASE BEAR W/ MY CREATIVE LIBERTIes,

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

[neuroticfishbish]

Everyone I know is broken-hearted

All the genuinely smart, talented, funny people I know seem to be miserable these days. You feel it on Tumblr more than Facebook, because Facebook is where you go to do your performance art where you pretend to be a hip, urban person with the most awesomest friends and the best relationships and the very best lunches ever. Facebook is surface; Tumblr is subtext, and judging by what I’ve seen, the subtext is aching sadness. I’m not immune to this. I don’t remember ever feeling this miserable and depressed in my life, this sense of futility that makes you wish you’d simply go numb and not care anymore. I think a lot about killing myself these days. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do it and this isn’t a cry for help. But I wake up and think: fuck, more of this? Really? How much more? And is it really worth it? In my case, much of it stems from my childhood experiences and the collapse of the many relationships I had. But that’s not really the cause I think that those relationships were bulwarks, charms against the dark I’ve felt growing in this world for a long time now. When I was in love, the world outside didn’t matter so much. But without it, there is nothing keeping the wolf from the door. It's not to say I do not have good or kind people in my life, because I do. More than I deserve. It always used to be like this. Life sucked when I was young and I was unhappy then too. But there was always the sense that it was just a temporary thing, that if I stuck it out eventually the world was going to get better — become awesome, in fact. But here I am, and things aren't getting better I'm just getting older. I became an adolescent at the time Music was ushering in a decade of “slacker” ideology, as the pundits liked to put it. But the reality is that I didn’t know a whole lot of actual slackers in the until my early 20's I did know a lot of people who found themselves disillusioned with the materialism of the 1990s and what we saw as the failed rhetoric of the Sixties generation, who were all about peace and love right until the time they put on suits and ties and figured out how to divide up the world. I knew a lot of people who weren’t very interested in that path. The joke, of course, is that every generation kills the thing they love. The hippies became yuppies; Gen X talked a lot about the revolution, and then went and got themselves some venture capital and started laying into place the oversaturated, paranoid world we live in now. A lot of them tried to tell themselves they were still punk as fuck, but it’s hard to morally reconcile the thing where you listen to Fugazi on the way to your job where you help find new ways to trick people into giving up their data to advertisers. Most people don’t even bother. They just compartmentalize. And then the World Trade Center went down. And all of a sudden calling yourself an “anticapitalist terrorist” was no longer a cool posture to psych yourself up for protest. It became something you might go to jail for — or worse, to one of the Black Camps on some shithole island somewhere. Corporate capitalism became conflated somehow with patriotism. And the idea that the things you own end up defining you became quaint, as ridiculous spoken aloud as “tune in, turn on, drop out”. In fact, it became a positive: if you bought the right laptop, the right smartphone, the right backpack, exciting strangers would want to have sex with you! It’s no wonder that Gen X began seeking the largely mythological stability of their forebearers; to stop fucking around and eating mushrooms at the Rage Against The Machine show, and to try and root yourself. Get a decent car — something you can pass off as utilitarian — and a solid career. Put your babies in Black Flag onesies, but make sure their stroller is more high tech than anything mankind ever took to the Moon, because that wolf is always at the door. And buy yourself a house, because property is always valuable. Even if you don’t have the credit, because there’s this thing called a “subprime mortgage” you can get now! But the world changed again. And kept changing. So now you’ve got this degree that’s worth fuck-all, a house that’s worth more as scrap lumber than as a substantial investment, and you’re either going to lose your job or have to do the work of two people, because there’s a recession on. Except they keep saying the recession ended, so why are you still working twice as hard for the same amount of money? We started two wars, only one of them even marginally justifiable, and thousands and thousands of people died. Some of them were Americans, most of them weren’t. The world hated us again. It’s psychically oppressive to realize you’re the bad guy. Of course, for a lot of the world, America had always been the bad guy…but we didn’t really know that before, because we didn’t have the Internet in our pocket, to be pulled out at every lunch break and before the meal came and when the episode of Scrubs on TV dragged a little, and before bed. We were encouraged to immerse ourselves in the endless flow of information, to become better informed, because knowing more about the world made us better people. And maybe it did, but it also made us haunted people. Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I clicked on a video in my Tumblr feed that showed mutilated children being dragged from the streets of Gaza. And I started sobbing — just sobbing, sitting there in my bed with the covers around my waist, saying “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over to the empty room. Dead children, torn to bits. And then it was time for…what? Get up, eat my cereal, go about my day? Every day? So you’re haunted, and you’re outraged, and you go on Twitter and you go on Facebook and you change your avatar or your profile picture to a slogan somebody thoughtfully made for you, so that you can show the world that you’re watching, that you care, that it matters. But if you’re at all observant, you begin to realize after a while that it doesn’t matter; that your opinion matters for very little in the world. You voted for Obama, because Obama was about hope and change; except he seems to be mostly about hope and change for rich people, and not about hope at all for the people who are killed by American drones or who are locked away without trial in American internment camps or who are prosecuted because they stand up and tell the truth about their employers. There does seem to be a lot of hope and change in Fort Meade and Langley, though, where the NSA and CIA are given more and more leeway to spy on everyone in the world, including American citizens, not for what they’ve done but what they might do. And the rest of the world? They keep making more dead children. They slaughter each other in the streets of Baghdad and Libya and Gaza and Tel Aviv; they slaughter each other in the hills of Syria; and, increasingly, they slaughter each other in American schools and movie theaters and college campuses. And when you speak up about that — when you write to your Congressperson to say that you believe in, say, stricter control on the purchase of assault weapons, or limiting the rights of corporations to do astonishing environmental damage, or not sending billions of dollars to the kind of people who think it’s funny to launch missiles filled with flechette rounds into the middle of schools where children huddle together — you’re told that, no, you’re the fascist: that people have the right to defend themselves and make money, and that those rights trump your right to not be killed by some fucking lunatic when you’re waiting in line at Chipotle to grab a chicken burrito, and your right to not be able to light your tapwater on fire with a Zippo because of the chemicals in it, or not to end up in a grainy YouTube video while some demented religious fanatic hacks your head off with a rusty bayonet because your country — not you, but who’s counting — is the Great Satan. And the music sucks. Dear God, the music sucks. Witless, vapid bullshit that makes the worst airheaded wannabe profundities of the grunge era look like the collected works of Thomas Locke. Half the songs on the radio aren’t anything more than a looped 808 beat and some dude grunting and occasionally talking about how he likes to fuck bitches in the ass. The other half are grown-ass adults singing about their stunted, adolescent romantic ideals and playing a goddamn washtub while dressed like extras from The Waltons. The music sucks. The movies suck — I mean, they didn’t suck the first time they came out, in the 1980s, but the remakes and gritty reboots and decades-past-their-sell-by-date sequels suck. Indiana Jones is awesome, but nobody needs to see a geriatric Harrison Ford, lured out of retirement by the promise of building another mansion onto his mansion, running around with fucking Shia LeBeouf in the jungle. And besides, we’re all media experts now; we can spot the merchandising nods from the trailer all the way to the final credits. There’s no magic left. It’s just another company figuring out a way to suck the very last molecules of profit out of the things we cherish, because that’s what corporations do. Everything is branded. Even people. People are “personal brands”, despite the fact that, by and large, you can’t figure out what most of them are actually even good for. They just exist to be snarky and post selfies and demand that you buy something, anything, with their picture on it. You actually know who Kim Kardashian is. In an ideal world, you’d be as unaware of her existence as you are of the names of the Chinese kids who made the futurephone or featherweight laptop you’re almost certainly reading this on. In an ideal world, Kim Kardashian would have spent her life getting sport-fucked anonymously by hip-hop stars in some Bel Air mansion, ran a salon, and either died of a coke overdose or Botox poisoning. There is no reason that her face and her life and her tits and her deathless thoughts needed to be foisted upon the world outside of the 90210 ZIP code. Except that somebody figured out that you could make money off showing people the car accident in slow motion, that people would watch that. Sure they will. People love to watch stupid people do stupid things. It makes them feel less stupid. And the Internet. We built this thing — and was part of the generation who took to the new medium like water and have made the majority of our adult lives creating it, to a greater or lesser degree — because we believed it would make things better for everyone. We believed it would give voice to the voiceless, hope to the hopeless, bring us all together, help us to understand and empathize and share with one another. We believed it could tear down the walls. And in a lot of ways it has. But in just as many ways, it has driven us all insane. There’s an old story — I have no idea if it’s true — about monkeys who had the pleasure centers of their brains wired up to a button. Push it, Mr. Monkey, and you have an orgasm. And the monkeys did. They pushed the button and they pushed the button, until they forgot about eating and they forgot about drinking and sleeping and simply fell down and died. What do you do when you first wake up? What do you do as soon as you get into work? After work? Before bed? Hell, some of us wake up in the night and check our feeds, terrified that we’ve missed out on something. We do it because we are given that reward, that stimulus that tells us oooh, a new shiny! It’s the fourteenth Guardians Of The Galaxy trailer, with 200% more Rocket Raccoon! Some fucking null node in Portland made a portrait of every single character from Adventure Time out of bacon and Legos! And, maybe most poisonous, maybe most soul-crushing: somebody said something I don’t like that makes me feel frightened and threatened! It’s time to put on my superhero costume and forward unto battle! Except it doesn’t matter. Because you’re not really changing anybody’s mind. How often does that little skirmish end with anybody changing their mind at all, even a little bit? Or does it just end with one of you invariably either blocking the other or saying something like “You know what, I’m going to stop now, because this is getting out of hand.” Getting out of hand? Everything they told you about how to live in the world when you were a kid is a lie. Education doesn’t matter, not even on paper. Being ethical doesn’t matter. Being a good person doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you’re endlessly capable of the hustle, of bringing in that long green, of being entertaining to enough people that somebody will want to give you money or fuck you or fund your startup. We’re all sharks now; if we stop swimming for just a little too long, we die. We lose followers. We’re lame. We’re not worth funding, or fucking. Because all that matters is the endless churn, the endless parade, the endless cycle of buying and trying to sell and being bought and sold by people who tell you that they’re your friends, man, not like those others. Microsoft is evil and Google is not evil, except when they are, but that’s not really important, and if you decide that maybe you’re tired of being reduced to nothing more than a potential lead for a sales pitch, like something out of a fucking David Mamet play, then you’re a hater and irrelevant and a Luddite. And besides, what would you do with yourself if you weren’t checking Facebook or playing Candy Crush Saga or watching some teenage dumbass smash his genitals on the side of a pool on YouTube? What the fuck would you even do, bro? The comedian Bill Hicks used to do a bit where he invited the advertisers and marketers in his audience to kill themselves. He imagined them turning it into an ad campaign: “Oh, the righteous indignation dollar, that’s a good dollar, Bill’s smart to do that.” He laid out the futility of trying to escape: “I’m just caught in a fucking web,” he’d say. And that’s where we are. You, me, we’re trapped, between being nothing more than consumers, every aspect of our lives quantified and turned into demographic data, or being fucking Amish cavemen drifting into increasing irrelevancy. Because it really does feel like there’s no middle ground anymore, doesn’t it? There’s no way to stay an active, informed citizen of the world without some motherfucker figuring out a way to squirm into your life to try and get a dollar out of you. Only fools expect something for free, and only bigger fools believe they’re anything other than a consumable or a consumer. We didn’t get the William Gibson future where you can live like a stainless steel rat in the walls between the corporate enclaves, tearing at the system from within with your anarchy and your superior knowledge of Unix command lines. Now it’s just pissed off teenagers who blame you because their lives are going to suck a cock and billionaire thugs trying to sell you headphones and handbags, all to a soundtrack of some waterhead muttering “Bubble butt, bubble bubble bubble butt” over and over while a shite beat thumps in the background. I know a lot of people who privately long for an apocalypse of some kind, a breakdown of the ancient Western code, because then they’d either be dead or free. How fucking horrifying is that? But nobody pulls that trigger, because now we’ve all seen what apocalypses look like. We saw Manhattan in 2001 and New Orleans in 2005 and Thailand in 2004 and the Middle East pretty much any given day. Nobody wants to hate, because we’re pummeled with hate every day, by people who are too fucking stupid to understand that the world has passed them by as much as it’s passed by the dude in the Soundgarden t-shirt who still drives around singing along to “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” on his way to his dead-end job. The best lack all conviction, and the people who are full of passionate intensity? Fuck them. We’re all sick of their shit anyway. And that’s where we are, and is it any goddamn wonder at all that the most profitable drugs sold in America for like a decade running have been antipsychotics? The world seems psychotic. I feel like I need to figure this out, like figuring all of this out and finding new ways to live has become the most important thing I could possibly do, not just for myself and the people I love but for the entire human race. I don’t mean me alone — I’m far too self-loathing to have a messiah complex — but I feel like, for me, this is the best use of my time. Because the world is making me crazy and sad and wanting to just put a gun in my mouth, and it’s doing the same thing to a lot of people who shouldn’t have to feel this way. I don’t believe anymore that the answer lies in more or better tech, or even awareness. I think the only thing that can save us is us. I think we need to find ways to tribe up again, to find each other and put our arms around each other and make that charm against the dark. I don’t mean in any hateful or exclusionary way, of course. But I think like minds need to pull together and pool our resources and rage against the dying of the light. And I do think rage is a component that’s necessary here: a final fundamental fed-up-ness with the bullshit and an unwillingness to give any more ground to the things that are doing us in. To stop being reasonable. To stop being well-behaved. Not to hate those who are hurting us with their greed and psychopathic self-interest, but to simply stop letting them do it. The best way to defeat an enemy is not to destroy them, but to make them irrelevant. I don’t have the answers. I don’t know some truth that I can reveal to everyone. All I can do is hurt, and try to stop hurting, and try to help other people stop hurting. Maybe that’s all any of us can do. But isn’t that something worth devoting yourself to, more than building another retarded app that just puts more nonsense and bullshit into the world? Just finding people to love, and healing each other? I think it is. Until I know more, I’ll just keep holding on. I won’t put the gun in my mouth. Because all of this sadness is worth it if there’s still hope. And I want to still have hope so badly. I still want to believe, in myself, and in you.

[canbayinc-blog]

How to frame your Local SEO Marketing Strategies

I am new in the city & want to have my favorite Expresso, but how and where? I am wondering. Wish business owners follow local SEO marketing here as I have the great option but to search for this online.

Well, this is the best way to find yourself that great cup of Expresso by searching for it online on the basis of the location where you stay and typing in the keyword Expresso. As you do so, you get a great list of places where you get enticing Expresso to reboot your day close to your location as you needed. You might browse through all the options but most likely is that you will go through the first three search options. This search result is generally referred to as the local pack which gives the results locally which is closest to your search query and a website coming in this listing generally adds your local SEO marketing campaign.

Local SEO Marketing benefiting you

Local SEO off-late has started to gain a lot of importance owing to the enormous SEO benefits that are yours for the taking. Also, people feel they have the added advantage with local SEO of physically checking the result by visiting the place. So it gives the impression of being more trustworthy. From the point of view of business, Local SEO is very pertinent to the fact that it easily noticed by the footfall of the store too. The rise of the traffic is indicative that yes your Local SEO is working for you.

When planning a Local SEO marketing exercise we have to make a game plan as to how one should go about doing about it. One must keep in mind that local businesses are generally small and not like big business houses having innumerable businesses under them. They are more connected to the man walking down the road, thus his needs need to be met as he is your target customer, we need to catch him. Your target customer could be impressed by a hawker who could just shout out to him and grab his attention. You need to outsmart this hawker by being on top of the online search results and making him realize that you are the best and the only solution to his need. Making you known amidst search engines for the particular service locally is the catch that Local SEO marketing campaign achieves for you and in turn pushes in business towards you.

Let us study how best you can attract and retain this customer of yours in the best possible manner and make Local SEO marketing work for you where you see enhancement for your business. There are a few simple yet very critical things which need to be followed to make your Local SEO campaign and website ready.

Local SEO Marketing Strategy at Your Finger TipsEstablish your Google my business page:

To begin your Local SEO strategy you must create your Google My business page. What is Google My Business, you must be wondering? This is a totally freely available very user-friendly tool used by businesses, organizations, and institutions to manage themselves online. This is generally notifying their existence to the online world so that they can perfectly manage them and show to the world that you exist as well as showcase what all you can offer to the world. Adding to this further you can also show Maps and search options. By placing verified and up to date information regarding your business, you can assist your potential customers to find you and reach you without any hassle and with absolute ease. Not just this you can even write a few lines for your business too telling the people all about what you do. It’s a great way of interacting with your present and previous customers as well. Let’s talk about what benefits are there if you are on my Business Page.

You can manage your information-You can easily manage the information that Google users can see about your business products and services that you offer. One must remember that people value Google a lot and it is considered that anything on Google has a good reputation. So let this aspect work to your advantage. Also when you are there on the Google my business page information like your

Hours of operation,

Your website,

Your street address and everything that will make your customer informed with ease is conveyed. Also, another thing to be kept in mind is that whatever information you give should be the same which you give anywhere online as well on the internet so that a discrepancy and confusion does on arise at any moment.

Interact with your customers-you can read what customers have to say about your products. You can reply to their comments and have a conversation there. You can add a photo and you can easily see a rise in requests there and people will ask you for more queries and would like to have a conversation with you.

You can analyze and expand customer base visiting you: a complete analysis can be carried here on the people visiting through my business as to how many called directly after seeing your phone no. on local search results page, maps and the search page. Also moving forward if it suits you can easily create an AdWords campaign where you can easily track the performance of the campaign and also spread information on your business and your work.

Go the mobile way-One must go the mobile way. You must download my business mobile app and update all the information online sitting anywhere and keep everything updated there so that local SEO marketing can get you your customers and enhance your reach.

Get your business listed in the local listing Page:

Get the company listed in all the local listings if possible. You can use the services of companies like Yext etc. This is, of course, a paid directory but as it says the more the better. In fact, you can manually list your websites in directories like Yelp, Angie’s List, Yellow Pages, FourSquare, BBB, Kudzu etc.

But the only word of caution is that you follow a consistency in all the channels that you make a profile. All these platforms will ask for your business name, phone number, address, description, categories as well as social profiles.

This information must be accurate.

This information must exactly be the same in all the channels. If you are logging in a new channel it should be the same as the previous channels previous listings, this we are reiterating again.

You can carry out manual submissions and automated submissions as well for listing. The difference being those manual submissions will be easy on your budget whereas with the automated listing you can carry out the listing in a couple of directories in lesser time thus accentuating your local media marketing exercise as a whole.

Get some great reviews:

Word of mouth and reviews have always played a great role especially when it comes to suggesting someone for business. It becomes very comforting for a person if he gets a review that a particular company is good and is safe to do business with.

Many times you have had a great working experience with a company and you share a great working relationship. In such a situation you can silently take the liberty of asking the company for a nice rating like a 5-star rating, which will work perfectly for you and your business in times to come. Here it will no doubt leave a great impression and make you choose as a business partner and do business with you. Well, generally it is considered that people leave a review when they are unhappy with a service. However, in Local SEO marketing, this makes it work the other way for you. Let it earn you new Business as the geographic of a place can work for you. Here word of mouth works and your potential customer can simply walk into your office too.

On page optimization should be just perfect:

For SEO to perfectly work for any website the on-page optimization with all the tags should be just perfect, the descriptions everything should be effectively done so that they can add to your ranking and get you the traffic that you want. Also, let us just remind you of a few SEO principles that you must follow to expedite your local SEO marketing here:

Get good quality backlinks to your website

Publish genuine and good content

Always Follow White hat SEO strategies

Write genuine informative blogs and articles on other websites as part of article syndication exercise.

Very specific and location specific Keyword search:

Very strategic keyword research needs to be carried out so that the customer reaches you instantly. We are all aware that the local SEO strategy works keeping in mind the location of the place. By this we mean don’t forget to add the name of your location to your keyword, this is utterly important.

To give you an example if you are looking for a men’s salon in Rochester then you can find many in Rochester but if you want one just next to your house then you have to be more specific. Like Jefferson Road is the place you stay in Rochester then your local SEO tips will guide you to target the keyword as affordable men’s salon Jefferson road Rochester. This is the kind of keyword targeting we do for you to keep your local SEO marketing in top position.

Get Schema data:

Local SEO marketing is a little caught up with language constraints as at times websites are written in a different language. To counter this one must incorporate the local business schema so that it can be easily picked by Google and you are not left behind in achieving ranking. The information on the schema code is available over the internet. Do incorporate this for your page and see the traffic coming.

Summing Up:

Local SEO marketing is also continuously evolving by the minute like any other SEO campaign strategy. However, the premise of local SEO services for your business and in fact for every business remains the same. All you need to be is open to accept newer things and keeping yourself abreast with the newer aspects happening in the world of local SEO businesses so that your business does not get left out and you become an unrivaled king.

Originally published on https://www.articlecube.com/how-frame-your-local-seo-marketing-strategies

[sophiaravensfromillea]

Practice Challenge 2

With trembling fingers I try to smooth out the none existing creases in my white blouse. I give my reflection a encouraging smile, turn away from the mirror and steep dowards the door. Carefully I rest my hand on the doorknob, the presence of my family giving me enough courage to finally except my destiny. I take a deep breath and open the door, a car was already waiting outside our modest house. The chauffeur appoaches and asks me to follow him. With a sad smile plastered on my face, I take one last lingering look at my family before i enter the vehicle.

The car ride didn’t take long at all, considering that I spend most of the time gazing outside the window and fumbling with my province flower, a Prairie Shooting Star, which was placed in one of my braids. My family was following us to our town hall square. Even from a few feets away i already saw tons of people i have never ever laid my eyes on before. An unseteling feeling spreads itself trough my body and my hands start shaking furoiusly. The car comes to an abrubt stop. I stretch my hands out the last second, before my head would have hit the passenger sit. My door is opened and i try to regain my composure and put on my sweetest smile. Bright lights blind my sensitive eyes while i try to climb out of the back seat withouht falling over on my monstrous heels. It probably wasn’t the best idea to were the highest shoes i could find at home.

After fighting my way trough the crowd of photographers and journalist, i finally reach my family and friends who were already waiting at the entrance of the city hall. The whole seniour year and even a few teachers came to say goodbye and which me good luck, eventhough there was only one person who i am despreate to say goodbye to. But apparently she did not come.

After a pretty long speach from our mayor, my mother embraces me for a really long time. Before she is ready to let me go she whispers: “Take care of you baby. Promise me that yo won’t let anyone hurt you.” I whipe away my tears and laugh out loud. “Don’t woy about me, mommy. I’ll be alright.” I gently touch he check one last time, befoe i dedicate myself to the rest of my family.  After hugging Lillian, Lukas and my father, I wave my finall goodbye to the crowd and make my towads my next stop, the airport.

After a half an hour drive I finally arrived at the airport. A few of the girls were already waiting for the rest of us to arrive. Lady Aliya and Lady Cressida greated me and Mila Regan, who just got there at the excact time as i did. 15 minutes later Audrey enteres the plane. We are about to take off and are already enjoying our selfes. The minute we entered the plane, Cressida pulled out a set of  poker cards and chips. And if you believe any of us i already know how to play that game, you arre completly wrong. Mila and I are kind of cheating the entire time and genuinly have no idea what we are ectaully doing. But it has a positive side, i get distracted from thinking to much about mine and Florence fight. It is bothering me since she didn’t arrive at my gathering, but I really don’t want to deal with that iin the moment. I’ve got enough thoughts swirling through my head.

Audrey is telling one of her overly sarcastic jokes again and everyone can’t stop laughing. I’m really blessed to spend my flight with such lovley ladies. Mila and I keep exchanging silly stories from our childhoods and talk about our love for books and writing. But at some point though i must have fallenl a sleep, ‘cause i just gained concousinoness due to someone shaking me violently. 

“Sophia. Sophia. - Come on, wake up!”

“What’s going on?”, I ask confussed, sleep still clouding my mind.

“We are there. We are at the palace”, a new voice states.

“Uhh-uh?” That’s all i get out.

I blink a few times and try to rub the sleep from my eyes. Oh right, the palace. I jump up and grab my suitcase from above our seats, flash the others a genuine smile and head out of the plane. A warm breeze hits my face and i sight quietly. Right after leaving the plane, we get excorted to a huge limousine. We take our seats and the giggly joy hits us again. After a short car ride and a champanger bottle later, we finnaly arive at the palace. And to be honest with you guys, i am  stunned. I can’t get a word out of mouth, so shoked am I. I still can’t believe that I am one of the selected and acually get the chance to meet the prince. And just by looking at this place i get week knees. A lovley lady welcomes us to the palace and leads us to the palace. We walk trough several floors until we reach a salon. A few girls are already lined up to get their picture taken. Apparently they want to take a before and after photoshoot.

After my picture was taken a blonde girl around my age escortes me to my seat, where five maids are alread waiting for me. They start colimg trough my blonde silky hair part it in ten different sections. After that they straiten it and curl it again. In the mean time a petite brunett washs and lotions up my rough hands and starts removing my cuticels. An other girl starts heavily apllying some make up. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, i am not quiet fond of so many touching me. By counting from 100 downwards i try to calm my nerves without having to by my nails off.

After quiet some time i open my eyes again and i am blown away by the result. Somehow they managed to make me look actually desirabale. The girl staring at me from the other side of the mirrow doesn’t look like me at all. This girl has no flaws, no inperfections , just sprakly green eyes and plump blood red lips. Her eyes look mysterious thanks to that beautifully blended smokey eye with a really sharp catliner.

The maids look proud at their work and inform me to get changed into teh dress they’ve picked out for me. I follow them to a changing room and sight one of the most gorgoeus dresses i have ever layed my eyes on. It’s dark blue with tons of layers of tull at the bottom and sprakley jewels attached to it.

“It’s the most beautifull dress i’ve ever seen.”

“I am glad that you like it. Let’s try it on if you like”; one of the maids says in a genuine voice.

[buzrushblog-blog]

Ask Questions Get Answers

A local community that may help individuals from all over the world to discuss their know-how and get any question that is imaginable. And, one thing that we made sure is that it was free to use.The site has rapidly grown, become most accessible and exciting question and answer community, which we are proud of. Considering the persistence of each group associate, the site is growing every single day - almost every min. This fabulous site rapdly grow in everymin & eveytime.That location for Ask Questions Get Answers.

1.There are more than doubly a lot of resolutions as thoughts. Even though many questions or concerns attained no explanations, many people gotten your five, five, or even more.

2.The Proprietors line is perfectly blank. The area small businesses I studied in San Francisco are investment no exertion in answering Search engines like google Questions and Answers.

3.Area Instructions do almost all of the responding to. Of a 274 advice offered, 232 got their start in end users who definitely have been proficient as Native Instructions by Search engines like google. Why so lopsided? I suppose the result lies in the advantage that The search engines transmits warnings to that band of owners when queries get required, and that they can acquire 3 elements for each help answer they provide. Obtaining more than enough issues should get you bonuses like 3 absolutely free several weeks of Google Enjoy Song including a 75Per cent price reduction away from Yahoo and google Play Videos.

Unfortunately, what I’m seeing in Google Questions and Answers is that incentivizing replies is leading to a knowledge base of questionable quality. How helpful is it when a consumer asks a hotel if they have in-room hair dryers and 10 local guides jump on the bandwagon with “yep”? Worse yet, I saw quite a few local guides replying “I don’t know,” “maybe,” and even “you should call the business and ask.” Here and there, I saw genuinely helpful answers from the Local Guides, but my overall impression didn’t leave me feeling like I’d stumbled upon a new Google resource of matchless expertise.

4 Some individuals the general public seem to be confused about making use of this feature. I realized customers when using the resolution segment to say thanks to persons who replied for their question, rather than simply just with all the thumbs up widget.

Moreover, I witnessed individuals making recommendations/claims, in lieu of important questions: And having a little exasperated

5.Some establishments are definitely building a great deal more basic questions than the others. Granted how everyone loves to talk about hotels and restaurants, I wasn’t astonished to see them topping the graphs in sheer volume of answers and questions. What have surprise me had not been observing considerably more doubts being expected of companies like yoga and fitness studios, florists, and locks salons; ahead of I just have the lookups, I might have suspected that pleasurable, “chatty” places like these is going to be benefiting from loads of inquiries.

Huge types almost everywhere are keeping Search engines like google Answers and questions unanswered

But just in case my limited focus was presenting a false picture of how local businesses are managing this feature, I did some random searches for big brands around the state and around the country, i chose San Francisco for my case study because of its general reputation for being hip to new tech.

I ran across issues in short supply of individual resolutions for Whole Foods, Sephora, Taco Bell,Macy’s and Denny’s, Cracker Barrel, Preferred, and T-Cell. As I looked around the nation, I noted that Walmart has cumulatively garnered thousands of questions with no brand responses.

However, the wrists and hands-straight down champion for that one locale in short supply of standard explanations is Google and yahoo in Mountain Point of view. 103 inquiries at the time of my research and nary an master respond to in sight. Alphabet may want to consider setting a much more impressive sample along with their private product… except when I am misunderstanding their eye-sight of methods Google and yahoo Questions and Answers is meant to be employed.

Just just what is the eyesight for Yahoo and google Questions and Answers, I marvel?

As I said at the beginning of this post, it’s early days yet to predict ultimate outcomes. At this point, the current set belonging to the property due to this attribute has rendered me with increased questions than responses:

•Does Google actually intend questions to be answered by brands, or by the public? From what I have witnessed, users are largely not aware of or deciding to ignore this function many periods put up-start up. Businesses are only alerted about incoming questions if they open the Google Maps app on an Android phone or tablet, as of writing this. There is no desktop GMB dash panel section for your have. It is not really a recipes for large adoption. That doesn’t mean your business shouldn’t be, though google has always been a fan of a crowdsourcing approach to their data, so they may not be concerned.

•A few of the legitimate-time goals in this function? I see quite a few end users asking them questions that called for rapid right answers, like “are you start now? ” whilst some would help lengthier reply time periods, like in, “I’m planning for a voyage and wish to really know what I will go walking to within your resort.” For time-reactive questions, what makes Questions and Answers fit in with Google’s legitimate talk option, Bing Online messaging, also presented endure summertime? Does Search engines like google visualize unique use conditions for options? If one of the two products will win out over time, while the other gets sunsetted, i wonder.

•The serious, actual pitfalls to brandnames of low-relief? If rants or spam are ignored, i applauded Mike Blumenthal’s smart suggestion of companies proactively populating the feature with known FAQs and providing expert answers, and I can also see the obvious potential for reputation damage. That being said, my modest investigation of San Francisco has left me wanting to know how many men and women (manufacturers or purchasers) have been focusing generally in most industries. Bing Information Solar panels together with the Nearby Locater take-ups are nearing an info bloat factor. Would you like to guide something, look into product reviews, stay conversation, see selections, get savings, get operating a vehicle instructions, make a contact? Internet websites are designed with a wide range of web sites to pay many of these likely behavior. Sticking them all in a 1” box may not equal the best UX I’ve ever seen, if discovery of features is our goal.

•What is the enthusiasm for people to take advantage of the product or service? For me personally, I’d be more likely to just pickup your phone to inquire about any topic which I wanted a fast provide answers to. I don’t have the confidence that if I queried Whole Foods in the AM as to whether they’ve gotten in organic avocados from California, there’d be a knowledge panel answer in time for my lunch. Additionally, a portion of the important questions I’ve wanted to know have obtained unnecessary the right answers belonging to the people, which appears like a complete waste of time for all those persons. Possibly whenever the include selections up energy, this tends to transform.

•Will boosting costs of doubts = growing costs of economic responses? Total numbers of questions for the 1700 locations they investigated nearly doubled between November-December of 2017, according to the GetFiveStars study linked to above. From my tiny take a look at San Francisco, it doesn’t appear to me of the fact that increasing outcome also occurred for individual solutions. For now, what I’m looking for is question volume reaching such a boiling point that owners feel obligated to jump into management, as they have with reviews, although time will tell. We’re not there yet, but if this feature is a Google keeper, we could get there.

So what should you be doing about Google Questions and Answers?

I’m a fan of ahead of time adoption exactly where it makes sense. Speculatively, using an effective Answers and questions activity could turn out to be as being a ranking alert. We have undoubtedly noticed it theorized that make use of of another Search engines like google asset, Google and yahoo Content, may results neighborhood pack search positions. Undoubtedly, leaving it towards the open public to respond to concerns about your enterprise with ranging degrees of exactness brings the possible risk of the loss of qualified prospects and muddying your online presence with the detriment of popularity. If your location has wheelchair access and an unmotivated third party says “I don’t know,” when, in fact, your business is fully ADA-compliant, your lack of an answer becomes negative customer service, if a customer asks. Ignoring the feature isn’t really an option, because of this. And, as i would not prioritize control over Questions and Answers above old-fashioned Yahoo-centered ratings after all this, I would suggest:

1.Do a branded search today and look at your knowledge panel to see if you’ve received any questions. Answer them in your best style, as helpfully as possibl if soe

2.Waste around 30 minutes in the week translating your company’s 5 most common FAQs into Google and bing Answers and questions queries and after that giving an answer to them. Ensure you are recorded in your company’s Google and yahoo credit account in the event you respond, which means that your text can be technically stamped because of the term “owner.” Regardless of whether you proactively article your FAQs whereas recorded for your business’ membership depends on you. I feel it is a lot more clear to do so.

3.If you’re acquiring this component of your understanding Panel isn’t buying inquiries, viewing it once weekly is possibly just going to be good enough with the produce.

4.If you be promotional a company that would be noticing some good Answers and questions action, and you will have the bandwidth, I’d insert verifying this to the day by day social network rounds you earn for the purpose of level of popularity managing. I would predict that if Google determines this feature is a keeper, they’ll eventually start sending email alerts when new queries come in, as they’re now doing with reviews, which should make things easier and minimize the risk of losing a customer with an immediate need. Need to go professional on operations right this moment due to problem quantity? GetFiveStars just introduced a very very helpful Google QAndA observation characteristic, integrated into some of their ORM software packages. Resembles a winner!

5.Do be on the lookout for spam responses and inquiries, and report them if they arise.

This simple infographic will get you going in a flash if you’re totally new to Google Questions and Answers:

My doubts, your answers

My claim investigation is modest. Can you assist extend our industry’s practical knowledge structure by giving an answer to a few pre-determined questions while in the feedback to enhance the photo of a up-to-date charge of adoption/performance of Google’s Questions and Answers? You need to, tell me:

1.Get you requested a subject with this aspect?

2.Do you receive an response and was it valuable?

3.Who clarified? This company, a random owner, a neighborhood Instruction?

4.Have you discover any forms of businesses performing a wonderful career replying to inquiries?

5.Do you know your emotions on Google Questions and Answers? Might it be a success? Definitely worth the time and effort? Any techniques?

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The double lives of New Zealand's celebrity impersonators

How is Austin Powers still relevant in 2019? And why employ the Queen for your birthday party? Alex Casey talks with the lobbyists of New Zealand's celeb impersonator scene.It ain't simple being shagadelic.Orewa local

Gary Brown, the only lawfully authorised Austin Powers impersonator in the world, understands that cold tough truth much better than anybody."The task can be exhausting. When I'm in that clothing, I am the character. I've got no option.

I've got to maintain the mannerisms, the walk, the insane one-liners-- it's what the people expect." By the end of a gig as Austin, Brown's velour match will often

be soaked with his own sweat. Some might presume that celeb impersonators are a dying type.

In a time where Prince can carry out as a hologram and any old Snapchat filter can transform you into a Kardashian catfish, they appear like a relic from bygone days when celeb seemed like something glamorous and illusory. However across the world, and here in New Zealand, there are many industrious individuals who still have a lot of skin-- and sweat-- in the impersonation game.Gary Brown has actually been carrying out as an impersonator considering that 1988, when he initially toured America as Crocodile Dundee. He's now been sharing his life with Austin Powers for more than 18 years, and describes it as" quite the enterprise"at about 40-60 paid gigs a year. Donning the cravat in 1999 for a swinging '60s home celebration, he noticed more than a passing similarity. Not long after, he was gotten in touch with by a buddy requiring entertainment for a large occasion in Australia. He informed them he might sing, he might dance and he could do Austin Powers."They wanted Austin and that was that. I got the jagged dentures done, the fit and the wig made and

discovered the right glasses." Gary Brown as Austin Powers. Image: Adrian Malloch When Brown arrived in Australia, accompanied by

former TrueBliss member Keri Harper in the function of Felicity Shagwell,

he realised the"large event"for his first paid Austin Powers gig was the Sydney Olympics."It was so fantastic, things got so crazy that we had to get guard to stop individuals getting images with us."Just like Brown, Auckland actor Judy

Rankin initially fell into impersonating through her noteworthy look. After playing Queen Elizabeth II in a regional theatre production in

the 1990s, word of mouth began to spread out of her regal resemblance."People began stating' you look rather a lot like her 'and the tasks just streamed in from there,"she states. Her very first gig was for a business association, sitting outside an estate surrounded by cucumber sandwiches and tea. Entry to the imitation game can likewise be born from a deep idolisation of a star. Pauline Berry, an ex-Marilyn Monroe impersonator, can affirm to that."I just really enjoyed her, and no one else was doing her at the time."Working as a backup vocalist, Berry saw an opportunity to do justice to Marilyn's skill."I wanted to do her as classy as she actually was, not because garish sort of way. People think that she wasn't a good singer, but she was the real deal." Her first look as Marilyn was being driven in a classic car in the Auckland Christmas Parade. The crowd, she remembers, went nuts for it. "I could see that it made individuals really happy, they purchased into this nostalgic minute where Marilyn was still alive. It was just so great."

The idea of who Marilyn Monroe is changes depending upon the individual, according to Berry. "I think she is an example for a great deal of people, but likewise a forecast of their failings or their successes. They see her one way, where another person may see her totally differently." Pauline Berry as Marilyn Monroe. Image: Supplied Another fan who was driven to embody his hero is Brendon Chase, New Zealand and Australia's premiere Elvis impersonator. He recently transferred to

the Gold Coast to widen his Elvis audience base, and is wishing to reserve a 3rd trip to Graceland quickly."I have actually constantly liked Elvis ever because I was a kid. When I went down to Rotorua in 1996 to support a buddy in the first ever New Zealand Elvis contest, I believed 'I'm sure I can do this'." He returned the next year, and won the entire competitors."I simply want to keep his memory alive, that's my vision,"says Chase, one of an international network of self-declared ETAs-- Elvis Homage Artists."It's likewise a way of keeping my passion alive in a different method from just purchasing posters and images of him. When you're onstage, you can see individuals return in time

to a various, better, point in their life. Music can bring back those memories pretty quickly. "It's his complete time task, he prefers to call it a"well-paid pastime". The change needs a lot more than a cheap outfit and wig, but nailing the aesthetic is a good place to start."Marilyn is extremely' impersonatable 'because she has such an unique look,"states Berry." If you get all the elements and toss them together, you'll have some sort of simulation."In

her Marilyn days, she maintained the iconic platinum blonde at the salon every 3 weeks."I was never as thin as her though, she was tiny."In a comparable vein, Chase currently owns seven bespoke Elvis suits-- with another in the mail.He has them personalized by Lansky Bros in Memphis, Tennessee. It's the same store that dressed Elvis throughout his profession, and purchased his patterns after he passed away." All my clothes are from there. That's how seriously I take this task, due to the fact that they are

n't inexpensive. If I was a carpenter, I would need a saw. It just so happens that I'm a vocalist and I need a match." Brendon Chase as Elvis. Picture: Supplied As soon as you have the iconography in place, you require to lock down the attributes."I work hard on the Queen's voice,"says Judy Rankin."I have never ever been able to smile like her, so I try and avoid that at all costs. Luckily, she

doesn't smile really much in public anyway."

When preparing for Marilyn, Berry explains an extreme mental game. "I consider being her all day, I watch her old films andfocus in on the method that she talks. It's a mindset that's really tough to sustain. "Having been Elvis for 26 years, Chase does not need to prepare as much nowadays. In reality, he boasts that he can"fall out of bed in character"and often forgets what his genuine voice sounds like. But that didn't come without a lot of practice and study."

It's like attempting to improve at a sport. There are four main points: the look, the presence, the outfits and the voice. Lots of individuals have actually got two or three of them, but not many have got all 4 ... I'm taking a look at three and a half, I believe. "Playing an imaginary character, Gary Brown confesses to having slightly more liberty when it comes to his Austin Powers act. But that didn't come without a few legal obstacles. When he initially released his website, he got a letter from a solicitor on behalf of Warner Brothers in California listing a variety of copyright infringements. He got their piracy supervisor on the phone and persuaded him, then the marketing division in New york city, that he was the real deal. They waived the violations, and gave him authorisation to keep the character alive. Does that mean it's possible that Mike Myers from Hollywood understands about Gary Brown from Orewa? He can't make certain on that one, but he was definitely made mindful of what is outside the Austin character oeuvre according to the character's developer. Promoting firearms is a big no-no. Taking a polarising character like Austin into

the real life isn't without its threats. Brown performs everywhere from birthdays to business events, the Sevens rugby and free public gatherings, and states that nearly everyone he satisfies reacts favorably."People either love Austin or they dislike him, but [the haters]

typically have a change of heart."There was only one circumstances, during the V8 Motorsport in Mansfield, where things turned ugly. "Some person didn't like Austin, so he threw me into the pool. I dislocated my shoulder and I could not perform for the remainder of the day. " Gary Brown as Austin Powers. Image: Adrian Malloch Berry dealt with a couple of unpleasant scenarios when she was working as Marilyn Monroe." I truly loved the singing however I wasn't so much into strolling about with the doopy-doop voice, resting on laps and rubbing men's bald heads."She rapidly discovered that sort of interaction is what some individuals were spending for."I had one female who was extremely dissatisfied that I didn't swoon all over her hubby and sit in his lap. That's just not my

thing. I did find it quite difficult attempting to determine if customers were anticipating Marilyn the singer or Marilyn the slut."In spite of a handful of disappointments, the impersonation market appears to have no shortage of fish stories. Rankin typically just looks like the Queen these days for 100th birthday celebrations, of which there are increasingly more. "If it still makes people smile, then I'll keep doing it. Because I'm certainly not in it for the cash. "It was at one guy's 70th birthday where Chase had an especially excellent day in the workplace. Upon Elvis 'arrival to the celebration, the elderly male immediately stood out of his wheelchair and began trying to dance." His kids all began bawling their eyes out around him. They told me he had not been able to stand up by himself for 20 years. That was pretty surreal."The fond memories icons of Marilyn and Elvis might survive on forever, however their impersonators aren't rather so indefatigable. After taking a trip to Hollywood to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Marilyn's death

, Berry chose to leave the act behind."I initially associated to her sensation alone worldwide, but eventually I stopped seeming like that. I understood that I had actually outgrown her." Judy is less poetic about the Queen circuit.

"If the work dried up, I would not be brokenhearted. It's simply a bit of enjoyable while it exists." Brendon Chase as Elvis. Image: Supplied Working towards winning an Elvis world title, Chase isn't letting go of his blue suede shoes any time soon. The fans won't either."Audiences still like him and they like the music. There are exceptionally fanatic people

out there, I still get screams and screams." One of his good buddies-- another ETA-- didn't secure the world champs until he was 55 years old."I have actually got a little time left in me, which is quite great. I'm fortunate that I keep healthy and the music keeps me young. As long as I do not end up being the fat Elvis, I'll be alright."

When it comes to Brown, he's still" riding the circulation"

of Austin Powers-- 15 years after the last movie was released. He's got gigs booked all the method through up until 2020, but is likewise intending to introduce his real estate career. To manage the two demanding tasks, he's connected to fellow entertainer-cum-realtor Shane Cortese for guidance." It will be a fascinating shift-- I desire to keep doing my programs since that's what I enjoy doing one of the most. "Without missing out on a beat, he uses a service. "Maybe I might simply become the grooviest person in property. "

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