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Same Mistakes (Niall Horan x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: Hello love!! I really really love your writing!! Can i ask you to write an angst with niall !! The plot being:the reader as a sixth member and 1D being on tour! And the both of them argue about something and they don’t talk to each other on stage. Thank you very much!!!

Tags: a whole lot of angst, arguing, fluff at the end

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The day has been a blur—interviews, meet-and-greets, and endless smiles for the cameras. By the time you all return to the hotel, your cheeks ache from grinning, and you’re desperate for some peace. The energy among the group is lighter now, though, and Harry’s quick-witted jokes have been the perfect distraction from the chaos. You’ve been sticking close to him all day, laughing at his antics and letting him pull you into his playful banter.

What you don’t notice is Niall, sitting a few feet away, watching the two of you with his jaw clenched.

Later, when you step into the lounge to grab a drink, you hear the door click shut behind you. You turn to find Niall leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Didn’t realize Harry was your new best mate,” he says, his tone light but laced with something sharp.

You blink, caught off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, looking away, but his words don’t match his nonchalance. “Just seems like you couldn’t get enough of him today. Laughing at everything he says, hanging off his arm like you’re—”

“Like I’m what, Niall?” you cut him off, crossing your arms. The exhaustion of the day is catching up with you, and you don’t have the patience for his cryptic attitude.

He finally meets your gaze, his blue eyes stormy. “Like you’ve forgotten the rest of us exist.”

The comment hits a nerve. “Oh, so now I’m not allowed to talk to Harry without getting a lecture? Give me a break, Niall.”

“It’s not just Harry,” he snaps, stepping closer. “You’re always throwing yourself at people, trusting them, when half the time they don’t deserve it. I’m just saying you should be careful.”

You gape at him, anger bubbling in your chest. “Careful? You act like I’m some clueless kid who doesn’t know how to handle herself. Newsflash, Niall, I’m fine. I don’t need you playing the overprotective big brother.”

His face hardens. “Yeah, well, someone has to look out for you when you’re too busy letting people walk all over you.”

The words sting more than you want to admit, and your voice rises in defense. “Why do you even care, huh? What’s it to you who I spend time with or what I do? You’re not my keeper!”

For a second, he hesitates, his expression shifting like he wants to say something he’s been holding back. But then the wall is back up, and he shakes his head, letting out a bitter laugh. “You don’t get it. You never do.”

Your throat tightens, and you feel the heat of frustration behind your eyes. “Maybe I don’t because you’re too busy judging me to actually talk to me!”

The room is thick with tension, and neither of you moves. Finally, he steps back, running a hand through his hair. “Forget it,” he mutters, turning toward the door.

You watch him leave, the echo of the door closing behind him cutting through the silence. The unresolved anger twists in your chest, but underneath it, there’s something else—something you’re too afraid to name.

...

The next morning, the atmosphere is tense before you even step into the room. Niall is already there, seated at the far end of the dining table with a bowl of cereal, his head down and his attention fixed on his phone. You hover in the doorway for a moment, considering retreating entirely, but then Liam spots you and waves you over.

“Morning, love. Sleep okay?” Liam asks, his usual gentle tone breaking the awkward silence.

You nod, forcing a smile as you sit down, but you can feel Niall’s eyes flicker toward you before he quickly looks away. The tension presses down on you like a weight, and from the way Liam glances between the two of you, it’s obvious he notices.

Harry strolls in next, his hair a mess and a mug of tea in hand. “Alright, what’s with the faces? You two look like you’ve had a row.”

“We haven’t,” you snap, a little too quickly.

Harry raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure. And Louis doesn’t love striped shirts.”

Speak of the devil, Louis enters the room with Zayn trailing behind him. “What’s all this, then?” Louis asks, grabbing a piece of toast. His gaze lands on you and Niall, and his expression shifts into one of suspicion. “Why do you two look like you’ve just signed divorce papers?”

Zayn, ever the quiet observer, leans against the counter, sipping his coffee. “Something happen?” he asks, his tone neutral but curious.

You open your mouth to deny it again, but Niall beats you to it. “Nothing happened,” he says sharply, his voice cutting through the room.

The sudden edge in his tone silences everyone, and the awkwardness becomes almost unbearable.

Liam clears his throat, ever the peacemaker. “Alright, let’s all just calm down. We’ve got another busy day ahead, yeah? Let’s not start it on the wrong foot.”

But Louis isn’t one to let things go so easily. He slides into the seat next to you, nudging your shoulder. “Come on, something’s up. Spit it out.”

You shake your head, avoiding his gaze. “Drop it, Louis.”

His eyebrows shoot up, but he backs off, clearly realizing this isn’t a battle worth picking. Still, the concerned looks from the others don’t go unnoticed, and you’re certain this isn’t the last time they’ll bring it up.

Niall finishes his cereal in silence, stands, and mumbles, “I’m going for a walk.” He doesn’t look at you as he leaves the room, and the door closes behind him with a quiet thud.

For a moment, no one speaks. Then Harry leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Alright, so... are we taking bets on when you two are actually going to talk about whatever’s eating you?”

“Harry,” Liam scolds, but even he can’t completely hide the worry in his expression.

You sigh, pushing your plate away. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

But the way Zayn’s sharp eyes linger on you makes it clear that none of them believe you—not for a second.

...

The rest of the morning passes in an uncomfortable haze. You avoid Niall, and he avoids you, but the tension between you feels like it’s radiating across the entire room.

By the time you all arrive at the next interview location, you’re almost grateful for the cameras and the pretense of professionalism. At least on stage, you can fake it—right?

The six of you settle onto the couch in front of a bright backdrop plastered with the interviewer’s logo. The host, a chipper woman with a practiced smile, wastes no time diving into the questions.

“So, One Direction,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “It’s been a whirlwind few months for you lot! How do you all manage to keep your friendships so strong with such a hectic schedule?”

Liam answers first, his diplomatic charm on full display. “I think we’ve just learned how to communicate and support each other through it all. We’re like a family, really.”

The host’s eyes light up, clearly pleased with the answer. “That’s so lovely! But surely, you must have your little spats, right? Who’s most likely to start an argument?”

Louis jumps in with a grin. “Oh, that’s definitely me. I’m a pain in the ass, and I’m proud of it.”

Everyone laughs, but the sound feels forced to you. You glance at Niall out of the corner of your eye, but he’s staring at his hands, his knuckles white against his jeans.

“What about you, love?” the host asks, turning to you. “Any trouble keeping these lads in line?”

You manage a tight smile. “They’re... manageable. Most of the time.”

The host chuckles, then gestures toward Niall. “And Niall? He’s always seemed like the easygoing one, but does he ever give you grief?”

The question makes your stomach tighten. You can feel all eyes on you—some amused, some curious, but one pair in particular feels like it’s burning a hole into your side.

You force another laugh. “Niall? Nah, he’s harmless.” The words come out clipped, and the sharpness doesn’t go unnoticed.

The host’s brow furrows slightly. “Harmless? That’s an interesting choice of words.”

Niall looks up at that, his gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, you think he might let it slide, but then he leans forward, his voice cool. “She means I know when to stay out of things. Unlike some people.”

It’s subtle, but the jab lands. Your face flushes hot, and you’re not sure if it’s anger or embarrassment—or both.

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” the host says, leaning in with a grin.

Harry jumps in, his tone light but firm. “Oh, you know these two. Thick as thieves. Always bickering, but they’d be lost without each other.”

Liam nods quickly, adding, “Exactly. It’s just how they are. Keeps things interesting.”

The host chuckles, and the moment moves on, but the damage is done. The rest of the interview feels like an eternity, the tension between you and Niall a suffocating presence that even the others can’t completely hide.

When it finally ends and the cameras are off, you storm out of the room before anyone can say a word. You don’t see Niall’s expression as you leave, but you can feel the weight of his stare following you out the door.

...

The ride back to the hotel is deathly quiet, except for Louis occasionally humming under his breath, seemingly unbothered by the tension. You sit in the far corner of the van, scrolling through your phone to avoid looking at anyone, especially Niall.

But you can’t avoid the notifications.

A new hashtag has started trending—#NiallVsY/N—and your stomach churns as you tap on it. Clips from the interview are already circulating online, fans dissecting every glance, tone, and word exchanged.

“Did you see the way they looked at each other? Something’s definitely up.” “I swear, they used to be so close. What happened??” “Lowkey, I think Y/N was throwing shade. Niall looked pissed.”

You lock your phone and shove it into your pocket, the anxiety bubbling up in your chest. When you glance up, you see Harry looking at you, his brows knit with concern.

“You okay?” he mouths silently.

You nod stiffly, even though you’re anything but okay.

Back at the hotel, you barely make it to your room before Niall’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“What the hell was that?”

You turn slowly, finding him standing in the hallway, his expression dark. The others hang back awkwardly, pretending not to notice as they file into their rooms.

“What was what?” you reply, crossing your arms defensively.

“In the interview,” he says, stepping closer. “Harmless? Really? You had to say that?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Oh, give me a break, Niall. It was a joke.”

“A joke?” His voice rises, and you’re sure the others can hear through the thin walls. “You’ve seen what people are saying, yeah? They think we hate each other now.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t act like such a—” You stop yourself, clenching your fists at your sides.

“Such a what?” he presses, his tone sharper than you’ve ever heard it.

“Such a... jerk!” you snap, your voice breaking. “You’ve been on my case for days, Niall. And for what? Because I spent some time with Harry? Because I didn’t sit next to you at breakfast? What’s your problem?”

“My problem,” he says, stepping closer, “is that you don’t see how you’re coming across. You think everything’s just fine, but you’re making me out to be the bad guy!”

You shake your head, laughing bitterly. “Oh, of course. Poor Niall, always the victim. God forbid anyone call you out on your crap.”

He flinches at that, but his stubbornness doesn’t waver. “You’re impossible, you know that? You act like you don’t care, but then you get mad at me for caring too much.”

“That’s because you don’t care,” you fire back. The words come out harsher than you intend, and for a split second, you see something flicker in his expression—hurt, maybe. But it’s gone as quickly as it came.

“I don’t care?” he repeats, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “Is that what you think?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. The lump in your throat is too big, and the weight of everything—his words, the rumors, the unspoken feelings—feels like it’s crushing you.

“Fine,” he says finally, stepping back. “Think whatever you want.”

He turns and walks away, leaving you standing there alone in the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest.

...

A few days after the fallout from the interview, you’re still reeling. The media frenzy hasn’t let up, and fans continue to speculate about what’s going on between you and Niall. The rumors have only grown, fueled by the tension and the awkwardness of your interactions. It’s exhausting, and each time you see Niall, it feels like you’re walking on eggshells.

Then, your manager pulls you aside before another interview.

“Alright, we’ve got a plan to help cool things off,” she says, her voice businesslike. “You two are going to do a joint Instagram live stream tomorrow. Talk to the fans, show them you’re still friends. It’ll help with the rumors.”

You blink, your stomach twisting. “You want me and Niall to... what? Fake it for the fans?”

She sighs, giving you an apologetic look. “Not fake it. Just... work together. A little public bonding, and the tension will settle.”

...

The next day, you find yourself in a small studio, sitting across from Niall, both of you nervously checking your phones as you wait for the stream to start. The other members of the band are nearby, but they’ve left you two to handle this alone.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” you mutter, trying to appear casual.

Niall gives you a tight smile. “Yeah. Fun times.”

The livestream starts, and for the first few minutes, it’s awkward. You both smile at the camera, answer a few basic questions from the fans, but the tension is undeniable. You keep your answers short, and Niall does the same, his usual easygoing nature replaced with a tightness you haven’t seen before.

“Tell us, Niall,” a fan types in the chat, “who’s the better cook—Reader or you?”

You glance at Niall, an uneasy silence stretching between you. “I mean, Niall’s pretty good in the kitchen,” you say, forcing a laugh. “But I think I’d take the crown.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not amused. “Really? You’re gonna throw me under the bus like that?”

You bite your lip, trying to hide the frustration building. “I’m just being honest.”

The comment section explodes with laughing emojis, but the tension between you two doesn’t break.

“I think we’ve got a lot of work to do,” Niall says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe I should teach you a thing or two, huh?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m good.”

The tone of the conversation grows more clipped, your smiles growing more forced as the fans continue to bombard the chat with questions. At some point, a fan asks, “So, what’s really going on between you two? You don’t seem as close anymore.”

Your stomach tightens, and you see Niall glance at the screen, his jaw clenched.

He doesn’t look at you, but his voice comes out colder than you expected. “We’re just fine. Nothing’s changed.”

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. “Yeah, we’re just fine,” you repeat, almost too quietly.

The words sound hollow even to your own ears. And then Niall speaks again, his tone sharp and quick.

“You know, this is ridiculous,” he mutters, clearly not realizing the mic is still picking up his voice. “It’s like the whole world is just looking for us to have problems.”

You freeze. The words hit too close to home. The media frenzy, the rumors—everything that’s been building between the two of you.

“I don’t need this,” you snap, cutting him off. “Maybe you don’t care what people think, but I can’t just ignore it.”

The air in the room shifts immediately, and the comments on the livestream go wild. Some fans are confused, some are concerned, others seem to relish the drama. But all you can feel is the burning anger in your chest, the pressure building with every word you and Niall exchange.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Niall says, his voice rising now. “You think I don’t care? I care more than you think.”

“Then why the hell are you acting like this?” you shoot back, rising from your seat. “Why are you so distant? So angry? All I did was talk to Harry, and now I’m the villain!”

“You’re not the villain!” Niall roars, standing up too. “But you’re acting like you don’t give a damn about how I feel!”

The room is too quiet now, and the tension is thick. The camera feed, still live, captures every second. You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears as you stand there, staring at him, both of you too angry and too hurt to say anything more.

Finally, Niall looks away, his face flushed. “This is a joke.” He storms out of the frame, slamming the door behind him.

The comments flood in faster than you can process, but you’re too numb to care. You stand there for a long moment, staring at the now-empty space where Niall had been, and suddenly the weight of everything—the rumors, the anger, the unresolved feelings—feels unbearable.

The livestream ends and you stand frozen for a few moments in the silence, the echoes of the last words hanging in the air. The door slamming behind Niall feels deafening, and all you can do is stare at the empty screen, your heart racing.

You barely hear the crew members calling out for you to wrap up or Harry’s voice asking if you're okay. Your mind is a mess, emotions swirling in every direction. Without a word, you storm out of the room, your breath coming quick and shallow. You can hear footsteps behind you, but you don’t stop—don’t care who’s following you.

You find Niall in the hallway, pacing, his hands running through his hair as if he’s trying to figure out how to untangle the mess the two of you have made.

“Are you seriously walking away again?” Niall calls out, his voice tight with frustration.

You spin on your heel, your own anger flaring up. “Oh, so now you care enough to follow me?”

His eyes flash with anger, but there’s something else there too—pain. “What the hell, Reader? We’re supposed to be making this better, and you just walk off the livestream like nothing happened.”

You take a step forward, your voice sharp. “I didn’t walk off, Niall. You walked off! You’re the one who started yelling! What did you expect me to do, just sit there and pretend everything’s fine?”

“I didn’t—” He cuts himself off, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I don’t get it. Why are you acting like I’m the only one who’s messed this up?”

“Because you’re the one who keeps pushing me away!” Your words spill out before you can stop them. “You’ve been distant and cold, and I’m supposed to just keep pretending everything’s normal? Do you think I don’t notice? I’m not stupid, Niall.”

His face hardens. “You think I’ve been cold? What about you? You’re the one who keeps brushing me off, like I’m some kind of problem. I’m here, trying to fix this, and you’re just... running away every time.”

“I’m running away?!” you snap, your voice rising. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me! I didn’t ask for any of this, Niall. I didn’t ask for you to suddenly turn into... this!” You wave your hand, gesturing between the two of you. “You think I wanted the rumors to start? Do you think I wanted any of this tension? I’m just trying to survive it, okay?”

He takes a deep breath, but it only seems to make things worse. His voice drops, but it’s thick with emotion. “I didn’t ask for this either. But it doesn’t change the fact that I care, and I’m... struggling with it. I’m struggling with you.”

You freeze. His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You want to say something, anything, but your throat is tight. “What do you mean, struggling with me?”

Niall doesn’t look at you, staring down at his feet. “You don’t get it, do you? Every time I try to help, every time I try to fix things... you shut me out. And I don’t know how much more of that I can take. Maybe you don’t need me, maybe you never did.”

The words cut deeper than anything he’s said to you before, and for a long moment, you don’t know what to say. The silence between you feels suffocating.

“Of course I need you,” you whisper, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay composed.

His head jerks up, surprise flashing across his face. “What?”

You can’t stop the flood of emotions anymore, the hurt and frustration spilling over. “I’ve always needed you, Niall. But I don’t know how to make you see that when you won’t even look at me. You keep pushing me away, like you’re... scared of something.”

His expression softens, but his eyes are still clouded with confusion and something else you can’t place. “I’m not scared of you.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “But you’re scared of what this is—of what we are. And that’s what I can’t deal with anymore. I need clarity. I can’t keep guessing.”

There’s a long silence, and for the first time in days, you both just stand there—no arguing, no walls between you.

“I never meant to hurt you,” Niall finally says, his voice low and rough. “I just... don’t know how to fix this. And I don’t know if I even can.”

Your heart aches as you watch him, the rawness in his voice making something shift inside you. “You don’t have to fix it, Niall. We just have to... be honest. With each other.”

He looks up at you then, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no anger, no frustration in his eyes—just the same softness you’ve always seen, buried beneath the tension.

“I don’t know if I can be honest with you,” he admits quietly. “I don’t know if I can be honest with myself.”

Before you can respond, the sound of footsteps echoes down the hall, and the moment breaks. Louis appears, his eyebrows raised as he surveys the scene.

“Everything alright here?” he asks, glancing between the two of you.

You both stand in silence for a moment before you finally speak, your voice quieter now. “Yeah. I think so.”

Niall nods, but there’s still something unresolved between you two, hanging thick in the air.

Louis gives a small, understanding smile before he looks between you two again. “Well, you two better figure it out. I’m not in the mood for any more drama.”

With that, he walks away, leaving you and Niall alone again.

...

The tension in the room is thick after the heated argument between you and Niall, but the awkward silence doesn’t last long. Management swoops in soon after the fallout, and you all gather in the designated meeting room. You feel like you’re under a microscope as everyone takes their seats, but it’s Niall who’s practically radiating discomfort beside you. The rest of the band is unusually quiet, each of them exchanging knowing glances, but none of them speak up.

Your manager clears her throat and addresses the room. “We need to address the situation between you two.” She glances at you and Niall, her tone blunt. “The public is picking up on the tension, and it’s creating a media circus. You’re both going to do an interview together tomorrow, followed by a performance. This is the best way to get ahead of the rumors and calm things down.”

You can feel Niall’s jaw clench beside you. His gaze flicks toward you briefly before he looks down at his hands, clearly not thrilled with the idea.

“An interview and a performance?” Niall repeats, disbelief in his voice. “You want us to do this together?”

“Exactly,” your manager says. “You need to show the public that whatever happened between you two, it’s over. You’re still working together, still friends. No more silent treatment, no more tension on camera.”

Louis raises his hand in the back, always ready to be the voice of reason—or the voice of sarcasm. “Yeah, but have you seen the tension between them? You might need a whole team of therapists after this one.”

The rest of the band chuckles nervously, but the mood doesn’t lighten. Harry shifts in his seat, his expression more serious than usual. “You two really need to figure this out. This is getting out of hand.”

You nod slowly, feeling your chest tighten. You know they’re right, but the pressure of performing this public display of unity feels unbearable.

“You’ll both be fine,” management says, glancing at the rest of the band. “But you need to work through it before the interview. No more hiding. It’ll be the best way to show everyone that the rumors are nothing more than that—rumors.”

Niall lets out a breath through his nose, trying to appear calm, but his frustration is still palpable. “Yeah, sure. Just act like everything’s fine, like I’m not... whatever this is.” He waves a hand between you two. “No problem.”

Your manager doesn’t flinch. “Yes. That’s the plan.” She looks at you both seriously. “You’re both professionals, so act like it. The interview is tomorrow. Make it work.”

You don’t say anything. You can’t. All you can do is nod, your stomach twisting at the thought of faking your way through another public appearance with Niall, the way you both have been ever since this mess started.

After a few more tense moments, the meeting breaks up, but the weight of what’s ahead hangs heavy in the air. You catch Niall’s eye briefly as you both head in opposite directions, but neither of you says anything.

...

The next day, you and Niall stand side by side on stage in front of the cameras, the bright lights of the set almost blinding. The buzz of the crowd behind the stage is faint but still enough to make you both feel like you're in a pressure cooker. You glance at Niall, and for the first time in days, there’s a flicker of something that isn’t frustration—just a faint understanding that this is what’s necessary, even if it’s hard.

The interview begins smoothly enough, the hosts asking standard questions about the tour, the album, and the usual media curiosities. You and Niall both smile, answering in rehearsed tones, your bodies stiff but professional. The energy between you is polite, bordering on distant, but it’s enough to mask the tension.

“You two have been through quite a lot lately with all the rumors,” the female host says, her voice light but probing. “How are you handling it all?”

You feel Niall’s gaze shift to you for a brief moment, but it’s fleeting. You can feel his words hanging in the air, but he doesn’t speak them out loud. Instead, you answer, your voice steady. “We’ve been through a lot as a group. But we’re family, and we always work through things.” You look at Niall, offering him a smile, and he nods back at you, the motion small but meaningful.

“And what about the rumors about the tension between you two?” the male host asks, leaning forward slightly. “Any truth to that?”

There’s an almost imperceptible pause between the two of you, and for a moment, it feels like the whole room is holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. But instead, Niall clears his throat, and the edge of a smile tugs at his lips. “It’s just... people like to talk. We’re both fine,” he says, glancing at you. The way he says it isn’t forced—it feels genuine. “We’re good.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you manage to hold it together. “Yeah,” you add, your tone firm but calm. “We’ve had a few bumps, but that’s normal. Nothing we can’t handle.”

The hosts nod, sensing the change in atmosphere, and quickly shift to less personal topics. The rest of the interview proceeds without incident, and by the end, the air between you and Niall has lightened just enough to make you both feel like you’ve accomplished something.

Once the interview wraps up, the crew moves swiftly to set up for the performance. The band huddles together for a quick pep talk, everyone checking in, but the focus shifts back to you and Niall. You can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you as you both prepare for the song.

When the intro to Same Mistakes begins to play, the notes are familiar, and the lyrics settle into place in your mind. The stage is quieter now, the audience waiting in anticipation as you take your places with Niall. You glance at him, and for a moment, he’s not the angry person you’ve been avoiding for days. He’s just the guy you’ve known for so long. The guy who has always been there.

As the music swells, you start to sing, your voice steady despite the nerves still swirling in your stomach. Niall sings beside you, his voice matching the tone of the song, raw and full of emotion. It’s like the lyrics are meant for the two of you, the words feeling strangely personal as if the song is speaking directly to the rift between you.

“Or else we'll play, play, play all the same old games And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change And we take, take, take it for granted that we'll be the same But we're making all the same mistakes Yeah, yeah, that's what crazy is When it's broke and you say there's nothing to fix And you pray, pray, pray that everything will be okay While you're making all the same mistakes”

The song’s message about making mistakes, repeating them, and learning from them seems to hang in the air between you and Niall. You sing the lyrics as though they’re a confession, a shared truth, both of you acknowledging the mistake that’s created the distance between you.

The two of you exchange glances throughout the performance, small but telling. You can feel the healing starting, bit by bit, as the song carries you both through the emotion of the moment. The lyrics, the way you’re both standing there, so close yet so far—it feels like something is shifting, like the cracks between you are starting to mend.

The performance ends, and the last note fades out. The audience claps, but you’re lost in the aftermath of the song, the lingering connection between you and Niall. For a fleeting moment, you forget about the cameras, the audience, even the media. It’s just the two of you—quiet, composed, but something between you is undeniably different now.

As you exit the stage, Niall walks beside you. This time, the silence between you isn’t suffocating. It feels... hopeful.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice softer than it has been in days.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I think so.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like maybe you’re starting to find your way back to each other.

...

The days after the performance feel like a constant battle between you and Niall. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, a tension that neither of you can seem to shake. You feel it every time your paths cross, in the way his eyes linger on you and then quickly dart away, like he’s afraid to let himself feel too much. You’re both hurting, but neither of you knows how to fix it.

And tonight, the band has had enough.

You’ve been pacing the hallway, your frustration building, when you hear the sound of the door clicking behind you. You turn sharply, and before you can process it, Louis shoves you toward a nearby room.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask, your voice sharp.

“We’re not letting you two leave until you sort this out,” Harry says, a mischievous grin on his face.

You blink in surprise, realizing what’s happening. They’ve locked you in here with Niall. The door clicks shut behind you, and there’s no getting out until they see fit.

Niall’s standing at the window, his back to you. He doesn’t turn when the door slams shut. The tension in the room is suffocating, and your chest tightens, knowing the inevitable conversation is about to happen.

“I can’t believe they locked us in here,” you mutter, but Niall doesn’t respond. Instead, his shoulders are tense, and his gaze is still fixed on the dark outside. The silence between you is heavier than ever.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you speak up. “We need to talk.”

Niall spins around, his eyes flicking to you with a mixture of surprise and frustration. “Do we?” His tone is defensive, like he’s been avoiding this moment for far too long.

You step forward, trying to close the space between you, but he doesn’t move. “Yeah, we do,” you say, your voice more forceful than you intended. “You’ve been shutting me out, acting like everything’s fine when it’s not. You think I haven’t noticed?”

His jaw tightens, his fists clenching at his sides. You see the storm brewing in his eyes, and you know it’s coming.

“You think I wanted this?” he growls, his voice laced with raw emotion. “You think I wanted things to be like this between us?” He steps closer, and the air between you crackles. “You think it’s easy for me? Watching you with other people, seeing you... with him?”

His words strike deep, and for a moment, you freeze, completely taken off guard by the venom in his tone. You can feel the hurt radiating off him, and it stings just as much as it cuts through you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “It’s killing me. And I hate that I can’t do anything about it. It’s not just the media. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Your heart pounds, your breath catching in your throat. This is it. He’s finally saying it, and it’s everything you’ve been afraid to hear and everything you’ve been dying to hear all at once.

“I feel the same way,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you’ve been holding back. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to pretend it wasn’t there. But I can’t do it anymore, Niall. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t want you. Like this distance between us doesn’t tear me apart.”

You can see the fight draining from his expression. He steps forward, closing the gap between you, and before you can even react, his hands are cupping your face, his lips crashing into yours.

It’s everything. It’s urgent, desperate, and full of raw emotion. Every ounce of frustration, confusion, and longing flows into the kiss, and it’s like all the walls between you have finally crumbled. His hands slide to your back, pulling you closer, and you respond instantly, your hands finding their way to his neck, tangling in his hair, drawing him in deeper.

The kiss is a wild tangle of need and heat, a clash of mouths that speaks all the things you’ve never had the courage to say. Every second feels like it’s been years in the making, and when you break apart, you’re both gasping for air, your heart racing.

“I didn’t know how to say it,” Niall murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted this... wanted you, for so long. But I didn’t know how to make it right.”

“I know,” you whisper back, your hand resting on his chest. “I feel the same way.”

The world outside the room has faded. It’s just the two of you now, raw and vulnerable, finally being honest with each other.

And then the door flies open, and the band piles in, loud and laughing, clearly expecting this moment.

“Well, well, well,” Louis says, his grin wider than ever. “Took you two long enough.”

Harry laughs, crossing his arms. “Honestly, we were starting to think we might have to lock you in here for a whole week.”

Zayn smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Nice to see you finally figured it out.”

Liam, arms crossed and grinning, leans back against the wall. “Told you it would happen eventually.”

You and Niall pull away from each other, both of you flushed, breathless, but the space between you feels different now—warmer, more certain. The band stands there, teasing but also clearly satisfied that you two finally got it right.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Niall mutters, still grinning.

Louis winks at both of you. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You and Niall share a look, and despite the teasing, you both know this is the start of something real. Something that won’t be torn apart by distance or fear.

“I think we’ve had enough drama for one night,” you say, your voice light but full of affection.

“Agreed,” Niall says, his hand brushing yours as you all start to head for the door. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

And as you walk out of the room, hand in hand with Niall, you know that whatever comes next, you two will face it together.

#niall horan x reader #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan x y/n #niall x reader #one direction x reader #one direction fanfiction

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insomniac4000 · 4 months ago

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The Great YouTube Bake Off-ChrisMD

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Chris Dixon was no stranger to challenges. From football tricks to wild challenges with his friends, he had tackled just about everything on his YouTube channel. But today, things were a little different. Today, Chris was venturing into a world he had only ventured into a few times and it wasn't his strong point, baking.

It had all started as a joke during one of their dates. Y/N and Chris had been together for seven months, she was a professional baker she had worked in kitchen restaurants before as a pastry chef but recently set up her own bakery and cake making business. While they were out y/n ordered a fantastic dessert but Chris was unimpressed with his complaining how hard was it to get a cheesecake right. Y/N scoffed at Chris's arrogance and thus was born the idea for a bake-off.

"How hard can it be?" Chris had confidently said while scrolling through pictures of extravagant cakes on Instagram. "I mean, it’s just mixing ingredients and throwing them in the oven, right?"

Y/N had raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sure, Chris. Whatever you say."

And that’s how they found themselves in the bright, spacious kitchen in a studio which had been used for Youtuber's cooking challenges, cameras set up and ready to film for Chris's second channel. The stakes were high bragging rights were on the line, and maybe a little something extra for the winner, as Chris had hinted at the possibility of the loser doing the winner's chores for a week. The kitchen counter was lined with ingredients, utensils, and an assortment of decorative toppings. Each of them had a cake recipe of their choice, and they would have two hours to complete their creations.

"You ready for this?" Chris asked, grinning as he adjusted the angle of the camera, making sure it captured both of them perfectly.

"Ready as I’ll ever be," Y/N replied with a twinkle in her eye, tying up her hair in a neat ponytail.

"May the best baker win!" Chris declared, striking a pose.

"Or the one who doesn’t burn the kitchen down," Y/N replied, causing Chris to laugh.

The judge was none other than long time friend of Chris, ArthurTV. Everyone was introduced on camera, y/n giving a small nervous smile. She hadn't appeared on the channel yet and she was grateful she was doing something she knew about so she could hopefully provide some content.

The clock started, and both contestants dove into their tasks. Chris, with his trusty iPad displaying a recipe began gathering his ingredients. He had chosen a classic chocolate cake—simple enough, but with a lot of room for error if one wasn’t careful.

Y/N, on the other hand, was as calm as ever now she was in the zone. She moved with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times, expertly measuring out her ingredients without even glancing at the recipe. She had chosen a rainbow cake, one of her personal favourites, a common order in the shop and something she was well used to making.

As Chris cracked eggs into his mixing bowl, he glanced over at Y/N's workstation. She was working at a speed that was slightly unnerving, her hands moving in a blur as she sifted flour into a bowl. He suddenly felt a pang of doubt—maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. But Chris wasn’t one to back down. He turned his attention back to his own cake and began mixing the batter with more vigour than necessary. Unfortunately, this resulted in a small cloud of flour puffing out of the bowl and landing all over his shirt.

"Smooth," y/n commented, not even looking up from her batter.

Chris glanced down at the mess, then at his girlfriends pristine workspace. A mischievous idea formed in his mind. If he couldn’t beat her fair and square, maybe a little sabotage was in order.

"Whoops," Chris said loudly, deliberately knocking a small bag of flour off the counter. The bag burst open as it hit the floor, sending a plume of white powder everywhere. "Guess I’m just clumsy today."

Y/N paused, looking up from her cake. "Really, Chris? Sabotage this early?"

Chris grinned innocently, wiping flour from his shirt. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Y/N shook her head, laughing. "You do realize this just makes it more obvious that I’m going to win, right?"

"We’ll see about that," Chris said, turning back to his bowl. But as he resumed mixing, he couldn’t help but notice how easily the girl had brushed off his attempt to throw her off her game. If anything, she seemed even more focused.

As the bake-off continued, Chris began to realize that y/n was not only a natural in the kitchen, but she was also completely unflappable. She whisked, folded, and poured with a precision that made Chris feel like an amateur. But he wasn’t about to give up, if anything, her calm demeanor just made him more determined to win, by any means necessary.

He subtly tried to disrupt her progress, hoping to shake her confidence. First, he "accidentally" bumped into her while reaching for a measuring cup, causing her to spill a little bit of sugar on the counter. She just shot him an amused look and cleaned it up without missing a beat.

Then, Chris tried adjusting the oven temperature while she wasn’t looking, but Y/N caught him in the act. "Chris!" she scolded, a mock-serious expression on her face. "Are you trying to sabotage my cake?"

"Who, me?" Chris replied, feigning innocence. "I would never."

"You do realize this is all on camera, right?" She reminded him, pointing to the lens that had been capturing every moment.

Chris froze, momentarily forgetting about the cameras. He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, right. Well, I guess I’m busted then."

Y/N shook her head, unable to hide her smile. "You’re hopeless." She then decided her own course of action and when Chris was seriously measuring out some more ingredients y/n saw her opportunity and swiped the cocoa powder quickly, placing it on a high shelf where she knew Chris wouldn't be able to reach properly by himself. It was a big joke that y/n was an inch or so taller than Chris, she didn't mind but of course his friends ripped him for it.

"Where..." Chris said out loud looking around his workbench, spotting a very sly smile on his girlfriend's face. "Have you seen my cocoa powder?" Chris asked walking over to his girlfriends bench, she shook her head but the smile on her face gave the whole thing away. Chris sighed and looked behind her, seeing the packaging on a shelf next to a colander, he sighed and had to nicely ask Arthur to fetch it for him.

"That was uncalled for," Chris mumbled, y/n giggled to herself as she continued to pour her mixture in to the many cake tins she was using.

Despite their antics, both parties managed to get their cake batter into the oven without any major disasters. As he closed the oven door, he turned to y/n and asked, "So, what kind of decorations are you going with?"

"Buttercream," y/n said, as she started mixing softened butter and powdered sugar together. "Simple, but delicious."

Chris nodded, making a mental note. He hadn’t thought much about frosting, but now that she mentioned it, he realized that it was probably just as important as the cake itself. He decided to go with chocolate ganache—a little fancy, but hopefully, it would impress Arthur, and his girlfriend who's opinion meant everything.

Arthur had agreed to be the impartial judge for the bake-off, though Chris knew there was a good chance Arthur might side with y/n if the cakes were too close to call. The two of them had become fast friends since Chris and y/n started dating, and Chris couldn’t help but wonder if Arthur was secretly rooting for her. Chris knew he could be a bit of a handful sometimes too and it could come across he had a bit of an ego but it was all in jest, if nothing else he always tried his best.

With their cakes baking, Chris and y/n began preparing their frostings. Chris’s ganache, despite his lack of experience, was coming together nicely. He had managed to avoid burning the chocolate and was now carefully stirring in the cream. He felt a surge of confidence—maybe he could actually pull this off.

Y/N, meanwhile, had already finished her buttercream and was now focusing on making some unicorn decorations to top the cake. She moved with such efficiency that Chris couldn’t help but be impressed, even as he plotted his next move.

As y/n stepped away to check on her cake in the oven, Chris saw his opportunity. He quickly grabbed a small spoonful of salt and mixed it into her buttercream, hoping it would be enough to throw off the taste without being too obvious. He barely managed to return to his own station before y/n came back.

"How’s your cake looking?" Chris asked, trying to sound casual.

"Perfect," y/n replied with a satisfied smile. "And yours?"

"Uh, still baking," Chris said, glancing nervously at the oven. He hoped his cake would turn out as well as hers seemed to be. If not, he might have to rely on his sabotages more than he’d planned.

After what felt like an eternity, the oven timer dinged, and they both pulled out their cakes. Chris’s cake was a little uneven, but nothing a bit of frosting couldn’t fix. Y/N's cakes, of course, looked flawless—golden brown and perfectly risen.

They let their cakes cool before moving on to the final stage: decorating. Chris spread his ganache over the cake, trying to make it as smooth as possible. Y/N, meanwhile tasted her buttercream and shot Chris a look before starting again. As soon as her new buttercream was finished she was piping intricate patterns onto her cake with her buttercream.

As they worked, Chris couldn’t resist one last attempt at sabotage. He "accidentally" knocked a small jar of sprinkles off the counter, sending them scattering across the floor. Y/n just sighed and shook her head, clearly used to his antics by now.

"Chris, you do realize that if you spent as much time focusing on your cake as you did on trying to mess with mine, you might actually have a chance," she said, her tone more teasing than anything else.

"Hey, I’m just trying to keep things interesting," Chris replied with a grin.

The timer was ticking down faster than Chris would have liked, he still had chocolate sprinkles to add on and was going to put some sliced strawberry's to add too. He looked at his strawberry's and his face fell when he saw they were squished, like someone had put their fist on them like the hulk.

"Right madam, you're going to pay for that!" Chris scolded, he walked over to the fridge and luckily there was still a handful of fruit in there.

With their cakes finally completed, Chris and y/n stepped back to admire their work. Chris’s chocolate cake, while a bit rough around the edges, looked pretty decent, especially with the shiny ganache covering its imperfections. Y/n's unicorn cake however, was a work of art, with delicate piping, a face painted on the side and a unicorn horn placed on top wrapped in gold.

"Not bad," Y/N admitted, giving Chris’s cake an appraising look. "You might actually have a shot."

"You think so?" Chris asked, trying to hide his surprise.

"No I'm just being polite, but let’s see what Arthur thinks."

Arthur arrived back in frame. He greeted them both with a grin, clearly excited to see what they had come up with.

"Alright, guys, let’s see what you’ve made," Arthur said, He walked over to Y/N's cake first, examining it closely. "Wow, this looks amazing, Y/N. Very professional, but I'm going to have to have a look in the middle." Y/N then cut a slice out revealing perfect layers in her cakes.

"That's actually really impressive." Chris uttered, he was truly proud of his girl, she was obviously talented.

Arthur then turned his attention to Chris’s cake. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by how decent it looked. "Not bad, Chris. I was expecting something a bit more… chaotic."

Chris chuckled, scratching his head. "Yeah, well, I had to make sure I wasn’t completely embarrassed on my own channel."

Arthur nodded, clearly amused. "Alright, let’s give these a taste."

He started with Y/N's cake, cutting a small slice and taking a bite. His eyes widened as he chewed, clearly impressed. "This is really good," he said after swallowing. "The flavours are spot on, and the buttercream is perfect. Chris I don't know how you don't weigh twice as much being with her." Arthur joked.

"It's hard," the curly haired man replied.

Y/N beamed, and Chris felt a twinge of nerves. He watched as Arthur moved on to his cake, cutting a slice and taking a bite. There was a long pause as Arthur chewed, his expression unreadable.

"Well?" Chris asked, unable to take the suspense any longer.

Arthur finally swallowed and nodded. "You know, Chris, this is actually pretty good. The ganache is rich and smooth, and the cake is moist. I’m impressed."

"Let me have a bite," y/n asked and thanked Arthur when he gave her a fork, she took a bite of the confection, it was maybe a little too heavy on the sugar but overall the cake was moist, spongey, the chocolate was rich and the ganache was smooth, for an amateur Chris has done a thoroughly decent job. "I'm actually impressed!" Chris smiled at his girlfriends comments, although Arthur was the judge she was the one he was really trying to impress and knowing he had done that made his heart swell a little.

Arthur stepped back, holding up his hands in a gesture of finality. "Alright, guys, this is a tough one. Both cakes are really good, but I have to choose one winner." Chris and y/n exchanged glances, both trying to read Arthur’s expression.

Arthur took a deep breath and said, "The winner of this bake-off is… Y/N!!!"

Her face lit up with a smile as Chris groaned in defeat. "Of course she won," he muttered, though there was no real bitterness in his voice he knew it would make good content if he protested a little bit.

"Thanks, Arthur," Y/N said, giving Chris a playful nudge. "Guess I’ll be picking out your chores for the week."

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, you deserve it. But you have to admit, I gave you a run for your money."

"You definitely did," Y/N agreed, though there was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "But next time, maybe try to sabotage a little less and bake a little more."

Arthur, still recording, chimed in, "And there you have it, folks. Y/N takes the win, but Chris put up a good fight. Make sure to like and subscribe if you want to see more challenges like this one!"

"But next time, it's going to be a free kick challenge and I’m going to crush you." Chris warned, y/n shook her head laughing.

"I’m looking forward to it."

"This is where she admits she is secretly the best free kick taker in the UK and has been playing for years," Arthur joked a little, y/n gave a smile to him and Chris which was so innocent it looked like a halo could appear above her head at any moment.

"I've got my eye on you," Chris winked pulling his girlfriend in for a side hug, her placing her hand on his chest with his around her waist.

As they started cleaning up the kitchen together, Chris couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction despite his loss. The challenge had been fun, and he’d learned a lot—mostly that he should never underestimate y/n. And who knew? Maybe baking would become a new hobby for him.

But for now, he had a week of chores to look forward to, courtesy of the best baker he knew. And as much as he hated losing, he had to admit that it was worth it.

#chrismd #chris dixon #chrismd fic #chrismd x reader #chrismd imagine

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phoenixcatch7 · 23 days ago

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Random security breach headcanons/ideas because I've been briefly but violently sucked in:

Sun and moon are the same person, but the infection code created a fracture/barrier, potentially taking the form of a firewall that one or both erected to try and contain the infection to 'just' moon.

Mimic said it'd been down there for 'ages' which couldn't have been longer than the pizza plex, considering the scooper and the rubble of the og location. I imagine it arrived following the scent of all the remnant being used and got trapped, probably by vanny given her initial origin as some sort of cyber security/web developer.

Leading into that, if the mimic tried to break in during/after construction, it would have been really cool if moon spotted and fought it, maybe even leading to whatever either infected moon or lost the DA the power core upgrade. Possibly damaged it!

I theorise that the power core/upgrade worked by absorbing the remnant that the children of the daycare generated. It doesn't have to be negative emotion, and it doesn't have to be killed for! That's much more powerful, yes, but it's not the only way, and it could have been how sun and moon were able to work around the clock without issue where the others couldn't.

And either it was being repaired or replaced so Gregory could give it to freddy. The fact that it's already preloaded into the machine could have meant that it was set to be put back into sun/moon very, very soon. Unfortunately for them, Gregory got there first by the skin of his teeth. I'm sure it'd have been a huge help during what followed...

Speaking of upgrades, all the (humanoid) animatronics have one! So, what could Bonnie's have been? Or Freddies? Well, I suspect that Freddies was the chest cavity. It's unique to him, and he uses it as storage for 'birthday cakes'. It's big enough to fit a child. I believe that Bonnie's was montys leaping legs! Originally, the upgrade from monty was those legs before it was changed to the claws. But because monty kept the jumping ability, that's two abilities for one guy! But crocodiles aren't exactly known for their... Agility on land. Rabbits, however, certainly are. So I suspect that after Bonnie's attack, monty was upgraded and repainted along with his own original claws. It doesn't matter that he wasn't a band member originally, all of them have something.

Also, I doubt that Bonnie's green room was all the way up by bowling, away from everyone else. I think that room was set up similarly for whatever reason - interviews, one of those rent a costume rooms, maybe even a place for human actors that aren't the theatre staff, idk. Maybe Bonnie ran like, an online fitness program or w/e, like those barbie vlogs. No way bonnie was kept separately. Or it could just have been a room half built and then walled off as designs changed. Heck, the animatronics (or just bonnie) could have secretly found and used it themselves. The idea of bonnie and freddy using it for secret dates and make out sessions like a broom cupboard is funny, but then freddy would have found Bonnie.

And I suspect, with no proof, that moon had something to do with Bonnie's disappearance. Oh, monty dealt the blow, of course, but it would be interesting to think if moon was the one who wrapped Bonnie up in the carpet and dragged him through the vents to hide him. Idk. Maybe on vannys orders, maybe it was also panicking lol. But the staff (and freddy) either spotted or suspected something, and have been frosty and a bit neglectful to the DA ever since. Sun is extremely salty.

Because I do believe that the DA is hooked into the building in ways that the other animatronics aren't. In obvious and simple ways like the ceiling wire that moon uses to fly, or sun does whatever he did to lock down the daycare shutters (with 'banned' banners on the outside so he can clearly open them himself lol), the way sun apparently has some sensor or camera at the slide so he can bodily throw himself at Gregory should he try to enter again, the way moon can freaking track Gregory across the ENTIRE GOTDANG PIZZAPLEX in under five minutes in game, EVEN when he's in freddy, which no other animatronic can do! Even vanny skips right past Gregory in the pod outside the daycare!

With moon serving seemingly as a final line of security, being out and about during the hourly recharge, it'd make sense if the patrol/scout of the animatronic team was able to access the security feed like its human counterparts. Just like the watch, it can get it beamed into its head. And between that and the infrared eyes (the red light moon has), it's a perfect recipe for search and destroy, with Gregory as the target. His only real restriction is that under light, he is Sun, and sun must be in the daycare. It's all very interesting.

Every single animatronic is in on the 'kidnapping children to harvest remnant' thing. Because they all will try and kill you. Even the endos. The O-N-L-Y reason freddy wasn't right there alongside them was that he mysteriously collapsed on stage and had ill timed safety protocols engage. Those protocols saved Gregorys LIFE. I'm pretty sure those protocols are what produced eclipse, too. Completely unable to cause harm, almost delusionally secure in the safety of the plex. Under those protocols, I assume, freddy can't remember/speak of/acknowledge the child hunting thing. He must reassure any children or members of the public that such things are not happening, cannot happen, and Gregory fits that bill. He must be perfectly presentable, and the company must be perfectly innocent. There is absolutely no reason to exclude freddy of all people from the secondary task. I get the feeling that freddy coming to understand and oppose the whole situation is not supposed to happen XD. His body in ruin sure doesn't have the same problem. After all, they do get a bit quirky at night.

But seriously, each of them would fulfil a role in the team, working together as a unit. Moon the patrol/night shift, the mmm hive in the vents for whatever it's worth, roxy to see through walls and hear any disturbances to find them, chica and monty (/bonnie) to chase down, break through barriers and stunlock (they do manage that one pincer movement at the start of the game, though it fails lol. If chica had used her scream he would have been toast), and freddy as the team leader and... Transport and disposal. He did say he'd travelled that path to the afton room many times before. The scooper for gathering and storing remnant is just past that, after all. Like I don't know if was accidental design but that's an excellent team. Be better if there were projectiles but I don't know how they could have hidden that upgrade XD. I just KNOW they've caught some paparazzi, thieves or investigators before. Gregory would actually be that latter category!

Pretty sure that the entire plex is a front to gather as much remnant as possible to restore afton. Like, the main purpose. They're bringing this man back from practically sniffing the chest hair of death. He should be way more than both feet in the grave, but presumably he thinks remnant is going to fix the problem. Just keel over dude. It'd be doing himself a favour at this point, trapped in the torture he must be in.

Be cool (and sad) if freddy was the one to give Bonnie's star sunglasses to monty as a sort of acceptance to the band. If he was optimistic and trusting enough to not suspect monty, especially if he instead suspected the DA. Either that or management demanded monty wear the glasses, because if monty walked around wearing the sunglasses of his missing best friend/lover situation freddy would Not Be Friends with him like they are in canon, to put it lightly.

Tbh the idea that the DA and Bonnie had beef is unreasonably funny to me. Freddy would totally have picked up on it a bit through exposure. Or freddy has had several run ins with the DA, possibly after hours, possibly during parties in those rooms around the daycare. The fact that freddy warned us about the DA of all people (both halves!) - when he gave a glowing review of the dj spider who silently tried to rip us out of the bathrooms and squash us like a bug - is something to be concerned about lol.

Oh yeah, hc. The band members totally have a social life after hours, with free roaming once the doors are locked and the outside is sealed off. (freddy really should just have taken Gregory to the nearest fire exit.) I like to imagine they have exclusive parties in the arcade, where they can listen to uncensored music and throw it back like the kids teach them XD. I can't imagine sun joining but it's funny. They're all wayyyy too lifelike to not explore stuff like that. They've all canonically got annoying quirks that were definitely not programmed lol.

I wonder who writes their music? I doubt they are expected to be the ones to come up with it, they're just robots. They probably know the band really well! I bet there's some freddy voice miku style vocoder somewhere in the bowels of the building.

I'd LOVE to know wtf that moon haze is when he'd close. It's so weird and almost out of place. Moon and vanny are the same ones who get aura effects. That's gotta mean something, but what??

Like it's been a while since I brushed up on every tiny detail, but I still thought it was worth writing down. Any evidence against any of it? Alternate interpretations? Let me know!

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf eclipse #the glamrocks #fnaf animation #headcanon #headcanons #Fnaf sb meta

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i can't link it but I'm still thinking about your tags on the post about ja'marr reassuring evan that he'll be there for him no matter what 🥺 and how ja'marr's comments always get taken out of context and made to seem worse. and how ja'marr seemed to take a dig at evan in that post-game interview, but did he mean it like that?? or was he just saying shit frustrated after a loss! and i'm thinking about ja'marr maybe seeing that going around, seeing what people are implying. and how he DOES love evan, how that's been his guy since they were rookies together almost 4 years ago! and like!! do we think he went out of his way to reassure evan this week, because he didn't want him thinking that he's just throwing that friendship away after a few bad games (we KNOW how much friendships mean to ja'marr 😭)

anyway. just felt like yapping in your inbox. have a lovely day <3

:((((((( as you can see i got incredibly into my feelings regarding the whole ja'marr and evan thing 😭

i can't even begin to figure out why he replied the evan question with the big bucks thing sigh. his face when they mentioned the two missed kicked goals :(((( man was most definitely beyond pissed at himself and the entire play-calling and missed fgs and defense etc that he actually called out the play-calling and getting asked about the missed fgs probably pissed him off even more 😭 like 'yeah evan did miss those kicks fuck' and maybe reminded that evan did get extended ahead of him (probably got brought up during the discussions with the fo tbh) and his mouth ran faster than his brain or he just didn't even bother thinking about it at all because he was so pissed that he just blurted it out.

i highly doubt he meant it as cruelly as people think he did though. he's just the type of person to be straight up when you're playing shit (proven btw with him needling evan's missed kicks that one mic'ed up training moment). he loves evan, they were THE 2021 rookies extraordinaire who were undeniably one of the main reasons they made it to the super bowl! he knows exactly what evan is capable of, 'he knows to make those kicks', mentioning he got paid could also possibly be a reminder to everyone that they did extend him for a reason!! that he's proven many times before he's clutch, the amount of times he's won them important games from his game-winning kicks!! but again this is all speculation who knows what goes on inside ja'marr's head and i don't actually know him lmao.

no idea if evan approached ja'marr or the other way around but it's nice to read that they did talk after the entire shitshow!! ja'marr throwing his full support for evan :(( 'have the sort of relationship where they’re comfortable needling each other about mistakes' very obviously having joked around before on their mistakes but the one last week seemed to have broke their little friendship bubble and taken to the fucking grinder by the public so they had to do some good old fashioned reassurance. the way evan said ja'marr said would always be there for him 😭 oh shut up that's cute as hell.

ja'marr complicated mess of a man with big feelings and incapable of keeping his mouth shut at times 😔 i think ja'marr is just....incredibly blunt with his words 😭 had like 6 mandatory pr training in his life and walked away with nothing but 'don't cuss in front of the cameras so help me' and even then his impulse control is....shit.....and probably learned more from real life experiences than any actual trainings. (incredibly cute when he fails to keep his mouth clean though like that time when he cursed about d-lines shit cleats (look at tee's face at ja'marr's little oop and look around!!!!) or that 'always open' comment where he followed up with 'excuse my profanity' (incredibly attractive tbh))

and it just pissesss meee offfffff when his locker room quotes post loss (when he's in his feelings, when he's trying to defend himself, when they're obviously baiting him for a shitty soundbite to get taken out of context when he's never fully mastered how to pr talk and probably never will) gets clipped and shared around all these sports accounts and gets added clickbait captions that just make him seem like a shit teammate or a shit friend or a shit player who is just unsportsmanlike?? and when his thursday (??friday???) solo pressers gets clipped and posted they comment shit like 'i didn't know he was so funny' or 'never seen him smiling like this' or 'surprised he isn't bitching about something' like excuse me?? that's from the narrative you 🫵 put out yourselves 😭😭 so it's a good thing he has those pressers and gets asked these light hearted questions where he can joke around with the reporters who aren't hounding him after a shitty loss!!

and he's always been so blunt with words, words things in ways that can be taken out of context very easily by the public (its just who he is as a person okay 😭 like look at all those quotes about joe...) and the only way to stop people from running with the shit he says at times is basically to just lie his ass off (bless him. though the madden lies still confuse me. i think he just forgot tbh.) or just say 'i don't know' and clamp up (good on him tbh. do you think he's ever gonna have a little 'im here so i dont get fined' marshawn lynch moment). essentially though it's very much a ja'marr chase get behind me 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 kind of deal for me <3

and i mentioned malik (the qrt askfjkjfj truly fascinating how nearly all star wr1s are like this tbh) lmao people have commented absolute crap about him taking lessons from ja'marr in a very much /derogatory way but let me take things from a way more lighthearted point of view and say wow 😭😭 that's exactly a ja'marr fucking chase locker room interview special /full of love and joy and fondness. the gum chewing, the 'i don't knows', telling them to ask his coach, the absolute terrible choice of words 😭😭😭 my fondness for malik nabers has gone exponentially up i fear. he didn't even walk his shit back after this on his next interviews!! adore him <3

and thank you!!!!! i had a lovely day of voting mayoral elections and sleeping all day lol. i hope you have a lovely day too 🥰🫶

#ask #ja'marr chase #evan mcpherson #and a bit of #malik nabers #who is a darling <3 i will also protect you #diva wide receivers /fond and in love #like forgive me they're incredibly honest about the type of person they are and refuse to give bland pr answers!! they have a SPINE!!!#full respect to athletes who do pr talk btw a whole other form of not catering to the shit media wants and protecting themselves #also evan said something that boils down to he has to start playing right or he isn't going to be playing at all #and fuck offfff immediately wanted to cry i am not built for sports or just life in general tbh 😭

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sol-consort · 1 year ago

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Shepard giving Anderson a gift during Father's Day and not thinking much of it. Meanwhile, Anderson keeps a stoic face while seeing it, but he's exploding from happiness inside.

He keeps a framed picture of Shepard on his desk and brags about you to anyone who wanders into his office. Be it Elysium or being the first human spectre.

Anderson sending official papers to demand time off for you, so he can take you on a special father's day trip. Or maybe he just frames it as a mandatory on-shore secret mission, just between you, him and poor Joker who is the driver.

Imagine him coming over to fix Shepard's hair, smooth their uniform and wipe any stray ash, blood or gun powder off of your face with his thumb just before we were asked to give an interview or speak in front of people.

He definitely took the whole crew bowling before and framed it as "moral boosting crew activity" when in reality he just wanted an excuse to take you bowling, so this old man can show off to his kid and pass his legacy by teaching you all his tricks.

Kaidan ends up dropping a bowling ball on his foot, twice, while Ashley laughs so much that she ends up actually choking.

You may or may not have pulled a gun out on a poor employee by accident, multiple times. And someone who is definitely not you-because they have no proof you checked the cameras- has shot the remaining standing pins when your throw didn't land a strike.

The trip ends shortly because of the various health hazards these trained soldiers managed to cause in a normal average bowling alley.

#☆kaidan #☆ashley #☆Anderson #☆platonic #☆character specific

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raya-hunter01 · 1 year ago

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Fade Into You Part. 4

Prequel Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: adult content, sex

Summary: This is the Prequel for Lights, Camera, Action! How does an outburst on your first day lead to a lifelong friendship with the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and the stands the test of time. How does that friendship introduce you to a special group of people that will become your family.

When did the lines get blurred between friendship and wanting a relationship with one of your best friends Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow the friendships, and relationships of how they all came to be the one big happy family we all know and love in Lights, Camera, Action.

Enjoy guys! Let's see if anybody can catch the Easter Egg from Chapter Four of Lights, Camera, Action...What situation did Jey, Shantell, and a certain someone caught up in..The roles were reversed this time and it makes Ch. 4 of Lights, Camera, Action that much sweeter.

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Pensacola, FL

Joe’s House

Joe’s POV

“Aye, you gotta eat this Uce,” Jey said passing me a bowl of soup. “It’s just gon’ come right back up,” I said as Jey sighed. “Maybe not let’s try it,” he said as I had to admit it smelled good. “If he doesn’t want it don’t make him. Ya’ll all fuss over him too much for me,” Trina said as Jey frowned at her. “Look, he’s gotta eat something to keep his strength up,” Jey said as she got up, “I’m gon’ leave you to it Jey because I don’t want to see no throw-up today,” she muttered as Jey growled in his throat as she walked past him.

“Really…did she really just say that shit Uce,” Jey said frowning at me.

“Don’t pay her any mind she’s just a little freaked by all this,” I said taking a couple bites of soup trying to block out what she said.

I knew It was overwhelming her when we went to the Dr. last week and she practically all but ran outta there. They were talking about treatments and how I was feeling was normal and could get worse.

“Uce, she ain’t acting very lovin’ or trying to help for that matter. She so in that damn phone,” Jey said as I passed him the bowl leaning back on the sofa not feeling like eating anymore. "Uce, just drop it please," I said not wanting to talk about it.

Jey’s POV

I took the bowl back into the kitchen as Shantell and Sofia frowned seeing the bowl was practically still full.

“No sir take it back, he’s gotta eat,” Sofia said firmly as Shantell cut the oven off. “Yea, I had to make him eat yesterday, and he kept It down ok. He needs his strength," she said as I sat the bowl down on the table.

“Ladies, he’s tired and I think Trina ain’t helping either with her little don’t care attitude,” I said pointing towards the patio as Sofia shot me a look.

“Oh, really, maybe I should talk to her,” she said heading towards the back door smoothing down her nurse scrubs. “Sofia be nice, Joe likes her, “Shantell said as Sofia laughed heading outside. “She better be talkin’ like she got some damn sense,” she said closing the door.

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Sofia’s POV

“I’m here mama and so are they. I mean they are just smothering him,” Trina said as I stood quietly behind her listening.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for to be a caregiver so it’s good that Shantell and Sofia are here. It doesn’t mean I gotta like them though, I mean, I signed up for fun and maybe a ring down the line mama, not this. I knew I should have approached Seth that night in the club,” Trina said as I felt my temper flaring.

“Well, I can help you out with all your issues Trina, you can get yo' shit and get out,” I said calmly as she jumped turning to face me as I stormed back inside.

“I can explain Sofia, just listen,” she said following me as I rolled my eyes at her desperate attempt to keep me from talking to Joe.

“Nah, explain to Joe how you are using him,” I said as Shantell and Jey followed us into the living room. “What the hell you talkin’ bout Sofia,” Joe said standing up trying to gather himself.

“Yea, what’s going on wit ya’ll?” Jey asked as I looked at Trina. “Why don’t you tell Joe, and everyone how you don’t want to be here. How you signed up for a good time and a ring. How you wish you had gone after Seth instead. I mean you don’t want to be a caregiver right?” I said as Joe stood beside me staring a hole through Trina who couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Did you say that? Were you usin’ me?” he asked in disbelief as Trina began to stutter over her words. “I…I.. didn’t mean it, you know me I get to running my mouth when I’m overwhelmed,” she said as Shantell began heading upstairs.

“Shantell where you goin’?” Jey asked as Shantell shot him a look. “Shantell, you know what to do,” Joe said pointing at her as she nodded in understanding “You know I got you, I’m going to get her shit now,” Shantell said disappearing upstairs as Joe nodded in agreement. “I need you out…. Now Trina,” Joe said as Trina looked horrified.

“Look can we talk Joe, I can explain,” Trina said as Joe walked away from her. “I got enough goin’ on, I don’t need people around me that ain’t real and ain’t really for me. So let’s just leave it at we had fun but now it’s over,” Joe said as Shantell began throwing clothes over the balcony.

Shantell’s POV

This bitch in my brother’s house looking for a damn come-up, using him. “Nah, you leavin’ this house with what you brought in bitch. These lil five ugly ass dresses and these two pair heels, everything else Joe bought it and you ain’t getting it,” I hissed talking to myself as I threw the rest of the dresses over the balcony as Jey looked on in shock.

“Shantell what you doin'?!” Jey shouted as I rolled my eyes. “What does it look like, taking out the damn trash. She gon’ carry them little ho dresses outta here in her fuckin’ hands. Here take yo lil funky ass shoes too! Ain’t no luggage bitch!” I exclaimed, throwing a pair of heels over the balcony as Jey dodged them.

“Sorry Jey, you betta move,” I said as he moved quickly out of the way of the last pair of heels flying over the balcony. “Damn girl you can throw,” I heard him say as Trina ran over to her clothes. “Don’t touch my things!” Trina exclaimed as Sofia scoffed.

“Oh, you can give up the phone too, Joe bought it for you last month. I’m the one that went with him and picked it out,” Sofia said snatching her phone as I came back downstairs.

“Get your shit and get out,” I said as I saw Joe going in her purse taking two keys off of her key ring.

“Ya’ll have had it out for me since day one!” Trina screamed as Joe growled. “Enough! Ain’t nobody had shit out for you!” He yelled as we all got quiet.

“Calm down Uce, this ain’t good for you,” Jey said as Joe waved him off. “I’m good Uce, you heard my sisters Trina. Get your shit, get out, and don’t come back,” Joe said giving her back her purse as she checked the key ring.

“Oh, sweetie I can already tell you he done got his house and car keys off of there. It’s a wrap boo,” I said as she shot me a look but went to pick up her things off the ground.

“Yes, we need a cab at 913 Redford Lane,” Sofia said walking off on her phone as Jey went to help Trina pick up her things. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I went over and knocked them outta his hand.

“She can pick it up and carry it, her arms ain’t broke Jey,” I said as he held his hands up in surrender as Trina bent down to gather her things.

“Aye, just an innocent bystander,” Jey said as I sighed. “I’m sorry Jey, I said as he smiled, pulling me into a hug. “Is it bad I’m kinda turned on right now?” Jey whispered in my ear as I rolled my eyes, before I pulled away, looking for Joe who had seemed to have disappeared.

“He followed Sofia outside, he’s good,” Jey said as I nodded but watched Trina like a hawk until she walked outside and ran into Dwayne.

“Oh, hey Trina,” he said looking at her but then seeing the clothing in her hand, he looked at us and smiled. “I’m sorry by the looks of things, I guess it’s bye Trina,” he said as Jey snickered.” Fuck you, Dwayne!” she yelled slamming the door behind her.

“What’s up my family,” he said completely unfazed giving me a hug.

“Hey, it’s good to see you. He’s out back with Sofia,” I said knowing why he was here.

“Thanks, mama,” he said giving me a kiss on the cheek before giving Jey a hug. “Aye, thanks for coming by Uce,” Jey said as Dwayne nodded.

“You know we family and we stick together,” he said as Sofia came back in. “I just saw her get in the cab,” she said smiling seeing Dwayne. “Hey stranger, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she said as he gave her a hug. “What’s up my favorite RN,” he said as she blushed.

“I’m good and I’m glad you’re here. I’ll take you to him, maybe you can help bring him outta this funk” Sofia said as Dwayne followed her out back. “I got you, he ain’t gon’ be able to tell me no,” Dwayne said following her closely “Do you think he’s going to go for it,” Jey asked as I sighed.

“I think a trip to Samoa to do a cameo in Dawayne’s movie will give him something to look forward to and a little vacation. He needs one,” I said hoping Joe took him up on his offer.

“What time is your Proctored midterm today?” Jey asked as I looked at my watch. Shit, in thirty minutes. Wait how did you know I had an exam today?” I asked as Jey smiled at me. “You told me last week when we were texting,” he said as I smiled at him feeling special that he remembered. Silly right…..

Jey had gotten in the habit of calling or texting me after shows, and we would talk until they reached the next city. It made me feel like I was almost on the road with them.

Some nights he had me on speaker phone and we’d all talk, some nights he would text and wait until he got to his room to call to tell me goodnight and we would talk for a bit.

I don’t know what was happening with us but I knew I liked it but was still playing it safe.

“Thanks for reminding me, can you let Joe know I’ll be in the computer room. I wouldn’t make it home in time,” I said as Jey scoffed at me. “Girl, gon’ Ace that test. I’ll tell him, and I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Jey said giving me a hug before I excused myself to take my exam.

Joe’s POV

I can’t believe this shit, now I’m back where I started. Why is it so hard to find that special someone when you are somewhat famous? Everybody got a damn agenda, and I just don’t have the energy for the bullshit.

“Joe, someone’s here to see you,” Sofia said as I sighed. “Sis, I think I’m done accepting visitors today,” I said as a familiar voice interrupted me.

“So, you don’t wanna see me, damn, I must be losing my touch,” Dwayne said as I laughed turning around, smiling at him. “Aye! What are you doing here?” I asked going over to give him a hug.

“I came to see you because I have a proposition for you,” Dwayne said as my interest peeked. “What could you possibly have for me?” I asked as he smiled brightly at me.

“A trip to Soamoa, and a cameo in my movie,” he said cutting to the point. “Man, in a perfect world that would be a dream,” I said truly wanting to do it but not sure how. “It’s just a week, we would shoot for three days and then the rest of the time relax, and take in the island,” Dwayne said as I smiled.

“Joe, we think the break would be good for you. The doctor said you are doing good, they are expecting remission soon with how aggressively they are treating the leukemia, “Sofia said as I really thought about what she was saying.

Yea, I had been pushing the doctors, I needed to get back to what I love. When I was first diagnosed eleven years ago my body was able to go into remission in four months and I’m praying for the same outcome again.

“Come on Cuz, you need this break,” Dwayne encouraged as I sighed knowing he was right. Especially after today and the shit with Trina.

“Yea, I know, and a break does sound really good. Just being able to soak up the sun and the culture, “I said truly trying to weigh my options.

“Hell, if he ain’t going, I’ll go chill on the island wit ya Cuz,” Jey said coming on the patio as I shook my head at him.

“He invited me, you ain’t taking my trip Uce, I’mma go,” I said finally agreeing as Dwayne laughed. “We gon’ have fun, I promise. We leave in a week,” he said reassuring me. Maybe the change of scenery would recharge me.

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One Week Later

Pensacola, FL

Gulfdream Properties

Shantell’s POV

“Oh, Jey I like this,” Trin said walking into the foyer as I checked out the kitchen. “Nice cooking space, I can see us throwing down in here Trin,” I said looking around as the realtor smiled.

“This has been remodeled and the owner has dropped his asking price by four thousand,” she said showing us around.

“I like the game room, it’s tight,” Jey said smiling looking around as I smiled at him. “Look at this view!” Joe said as we went to the back door.

“Wow! That’s beautiful,” Jimmy said staring out into the Gulf. “This place screams you Jey,” Joe said walking outside wanting a closer view of the ocean.

“I know, I really like it,” Jey said beaming. He looked free as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“So, Mr. Fatu do you want to put in an offer,” the realtor said as Jey thought for a second looking around at us as we all anxiously waited for his answer.

“Yea, tell them I will pay the new asking price in full after we get the inspectors to check out the house,” Jey said as we all cheered. Jey was about to become a homeowner!

“Alright I see you Mr. Homeowner!” Joe said giving him a hug as the realtor left the room the contact the seller.

“I’m so happy for you,” I said giving him a hug as he lifted me up off the ground and spun me around. “Thanks, beautiful,” he whispered as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Trin cleared her throat giving me a knowing look as Jey put me down and I blushed slightly.

“Ignore her, she messy as hell,” Jey said as I laughed. “You better be glad I love you, brother,” Trin said winking at him as he smiled brightly at her.

Jey’s POV

Yea, I was about to become a homeowner. No more renting, damn sure no mortgage. I needed to get a few more things from the condo and the other shit she could have I didn’t want or need it.

I had bit the bullet and called Candy earlier telling her I would be by later on today and to not have old dude at the house when I got there.

“What time you goin’ to the condo?” Jimmy asked as Trin frowned. “Why, are you going there? Just let her have everything at this point brother,” she said as I sighed. “I got two more boxes to get outta my office and she can have the rest,” I said as Joe rubbed his eyes.

“Ya’ll, I leave out for Samoa with Dwayne tonight, so we better head that way now,” he said as Shantell agreed. “Yea, you don’t need to do it alone,” Jimmy said as Shantell’s phone rang.

“Hey, grandma!” Shantell exclaimed accepting her Facetime call. “Hey, my baby, how is everything?” she asked as Shantell flipped her camera around to show us. “Nothing just hanging out in Jey’s new house,” she said smiling at me.

“Congratulations Joshua, you deserve it,” she said as I could see Ma Tanya holding the phone. “Thanks, Gram…Hey, ma!” I said as she stuck her head in the frame. “Hey ya’ll, I really miss being in Florida,” she said waving as Shantell laughed.

“ I told you to move back, Ohio is not you mama," Shantell said as her mother smiled. “How are you feeling Gram?” Trin asked as she grumbled.

“Baby, I’m old and just here. Gram tired baby,” she said as Shantell frowned. “Everything ok over there?” she asked as her mom sighed.

“We ok baby, mama is just a bit overwhelmed with all the tests they’ve been doing on her,” she said as Shantell gave her a small smile.

“Grandma, I love you, get you some rest and I will call you tomorrow,” Shantell said blowing her a kiss as her grandmother smiled brightly at her.

“Go be great my baby,” she whispered, I could tell Shantell was trying to hold it together as they finished their call.

“Aww babydoll don’t cry, Gram gon’ be just fine,” Joe said taking her in his arms as Shantell cried. “She just can’t catch a break,” Shantell said trying to control her tears.

“Aye, she’s gon’ be ok. You gotta believe that,” I said going over to join their hug. “Yes, everything for everybody is gon’ work out ok. Group hug everybody!” Jimmy shouted as we all hugged.

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Later that day

Jey & Candy’s Condo

Jey’s POV

“You really showed up here with all of them?” Candy asked pointing at Joe and Jimmy. “Yea, I did because last time I came over you put me in a tough spot, and the police had to be called,” I said unlocking my office as Trin came behind Candy.

“Aye, why don’t you step back and let him get what he needs. Stop hovering over him,” she said as Candy rolled her eyes. “What you his bodyguard now?” Candy asked as Jimmy stepped in the get Trin under control “A’ight baby let’s go wait outside with Shantell,” Jimmy said as Trin sighed.

“Ya’ll hurry up so we can get outta here, but to answer your question…Yea, I am his bodyguard…I’ma always be my brother’s keeper,” Trin said as Jimmy took her outside. “I’ll wait here in the hall,” Joe said as Candy approached me.

“Jey can we talk please?” Candy asked as I sighed. “Candy, we signed the divorce papers. I was nice enough to give you the money you asked for because I just wanted it done,” I said as she began to cry.

“I know you wanted it over, and I know I hurt you,” she whispered as I gave her the key to the office. “I got everything outta here I need, the rest is yours. Don’t call, or come near my family again,” I said unfeeling walking past her.

“Jey, this is me, baby, you know you still love me,” she said grabbing my arm as I stopped walking. “I loved you, I loved yo ass more than anybody and you betrayed me. Enjoy your life wit yo' man,” I said walking away from her and the home we built.

I stayed strong and got in the car as Trin was still on edge. “Sis, I handled it, it’s done,” I said as she nodded in understanding. "I still wanna kick her ass," Trin mumbled as Jimmy caressed her knee.

"Calm down, she ain’t worth it," Jimmy whispered as Trin sighed looking at the house in sadness. “I can’t believe how the house has gone down,” Joe said looking at the house as well.

“I can’t either but I can’t worry about it, it falls on her now as to what she spends the money on I gave her,” I said knowing I did what needed to be done.

“I’m very proud of you,” Shantell whispered as I smiled sadly at her. "I am proud of me too,” I whispered grabbing her hand as my eyes met Jimmy’s in the mirror as he smiled.

“Aye, why don’t we go out and celebrate tonight,” Trin said as Shantell seemed in deep thought. “You good wit that Shantell?” I asked as smiled.

“Yea, it’s cool with me but I will leave early I got to study,” she said as Trin cheered. “Yay! We can dance some girly, it’s overdue,” Trin said smiling at Shantell.

“Ok, I’ll see if Sefa wants to come out, I know Sofia gotta work the night shift tonight, "Jey said as Joe smiled. “Well, why ya’ll doin’ all this I’mma be in the air on my way to the island,” he said seemingly happy.

A plan had been put in place and it was time to celebrate my freedom.

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Pensacola, FL

Night Life Club

Jey’s POV

The club was in full swing, I have to say Jimmy could always pick a good spot to hang out and enjoy. Especially since it was homecoming weekend and people from all walks of life were out enjoying

“Aye, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” a familiar voice said as I turned and saw a smiling Taraji. “Hey, one of my favorite interviewers!” I exclaimed giving her a hug as I felt her hands roaming my back.

“Lawd, you smell good wit your handsome self,” she said as I cleared my throat, blushing. Her boldness caught me off guard as I pulled away to create a little space.

“Aye, don’t start no shit you can’t back up now,” I said flirting wit her. “Who said, I couldn’t finish it. I have been trying to get you alone for a minute, but you be playin’,” she said smiling at me.

“I told you I was goin' through a divorce, and wasn’t looking to get tied up with anybody,” I said as she ran a finger down my chest. “But now I hear you signed the papers, so that means you’re free now,” she said giving me a wink.

“You bold as fuck huh,” I said as she laughed ignoring what I said. “So where is Joe’s little friend Shantell?” Taraji said as I frowned at her.

“Uh, her and Trin in the bathroom. Why?” I asked as she smirked. “I figured she’d have you on lock, I mean she likes you,” she said as I laughed.

“Nah, it ain’t like that Shantell is my Uce, we family. I don’t see her the way everybody sayin’ I do,” I said downing my shot trying to convince myself more than Taraji.

“Well, since it ain’t like that, how about you let me show you what you have been missing,” Taraji whispered as I looked around trying to see if this was a joke. I mean she really tryin’ to shoot her shot.

“What…You mean like have sex here?” I asked as she grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd not sayin’ another word.

Sefa’s POV

This motherfucker here already fuckin’ up, see I was right. He's bout to be a fuckin idiot out in these streets cause he’s single. “Damn, I gotta get Shantell outta here,” I muttered to myself as Jimmy came up.

“Did you see that shit, what the hell he doin’?” Jimmy asked as I sighed. “Yea, I saw, and I don’t like it, but I knew it was bound to happen,” I said as Jimmy looked even more pissed off than I did.

I never felt so bad in all my life as I saw Shantell and Trin heading towards us.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, where did Jey go? He was harping about wanting to get a dance in before I leave,” I said taking my drink back from Sefa. “Uh, he stepped out for a minute, he should be back soon,” Jimmy said looking disappointed.

“Well, he’s got a few more minutes and I’m out. I’ve got to study,” I said nursing my drink as Sefa frowned and Jimmy looked nervously at each other and then back at me. What the hell was goin’ on.

“What’s up wit ya’ll, why the sour mood all of a sudden,” Trin asked as I looked up and saw out the corner of my eye and saw Jey and a girl heading to the back of the club through a set of double doors.

If I’m not mistaken It looked like that new girl Taraji that Paul hired a few days before I had got sick at Raw. I must be going crazy cause that is hella random, but I wanted to know what the deal was.

“Hey, I need to make a call guys, I’ll be back,” I said before Sefa could stop me. I knew it was none of my business, but I couldn’t stop my feet from following them. I mean we ain’t together but with everything lately, I was thinking maybe he would at least ask me out on a date.

I mean we basically act like a couple…I could hear moaning when I went through the double doors and I felt my heart drop. The closer I got to the other door at the end of the hall, I could hear the shuffling of clothes. My hands trembling, I opened the door slightly and peeked inside.

I was bringing pain upon myself, but I wanted to be sure, and I don’t even know why. It wasn’t like I could confront him or anything.

“I ain’t looking for a relationship and I don’t wanna lead you on. This can’t go anywhere, I just wanted to tell you that before we do this,” Jey moaned as I saw he had Taraji pinned against the wall kissing her neck.

“I ain’t lookin’ for a relationship either, I just want to have fun,” she gasped as he entered her hard and fast taking her against the wall with wild abandon.

“Yes! Give me all that frustration, I know it’s been a long time for you baby,” Taraji moaned scrapping her nails down his back as Jey fucked her senseless up against the wall.

His growls and moans were getting louder as well as Taraji. She tried to bring him in for a kiss but he turned his head and attacked her neck instead.

“No kissin', this is just for fun remember, no ties,” he whispered sucking roughly on her neck as I closed the door. Slowly I backed away trying not to disturb them as I tried to process what was happening.

“Shantell, get it together. Fix your face, go out here, and act normal. Have a good cry when you get home and keep it movin',” I whispered giving a pep talk to myself as I went back into the club almost colliding with Sefa as steadied me in his arms.

“Shantell, are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, not trusting my voice. I felt like I couldn't breathe. “Uh, I’m fine…I’m gon’ go ahead and go. I think I’ve seen enough for one night,” I said as he pulled into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, my brother is an idiot,” he whispered as I tried to hold in my tears. “It’s ok, I know what it is, and I ain’t mad at him. He can do what he wants, we ain’t together,” I said hugging him tighter as I felt my walls crumbling.

“Please don’t tell him that I saw them, I don’t want to embarrass him or myself any more than necessary,” I said as he nodded. “Sis, you ain’t got nothing to be embarrassed about you hear me,” Sefa whispered rubbing my back “I knew I shouldn’t have come tonight,” I whimpered trying to hold back tears as Trin came up.

“Hey, are you ok?” she asked as I tried to play it cool dropping my head into Sefa’s shoulder, bringing up my hand up to wipe a tear I knew had fallen before she could see. Pulling away from him, I put on my bravest face and smiled.

“I’m good sis, I’m just worried about this other class. Then I got a paper due, you know that overwhelming college shit” I said as Sefa smiled sadly at me knowing I was lying and trying not to break down.

“Aye, before long we gon’ be cheering you on at graduation, just hang in there,” Jimmy said looking sadly at me. Great he knew too..Ugh, I wanna crawl into a hole and die.

“Well at least give me one more dance before you go,” Trin said pleading as I smiled in spite of myself. “Fine, just one and I’m out. My Uber should be here in 10 minutes,” I said checking my phone.

“That’s all we need, come on here! she exclaimed, steering me to the dance floor. “That gives us a chance to show’em how Zeta Phi Betas have the best stroll. I know you remember how to do some,” she said pulling me further into the club with Jimmy following us

“Trin, I got on a dress,” I whined as she laughed. “Girl, you betta stroll yo ass off, let’s kills this shit right quick,” she said hyping me up as I downed the last of my drink as Jimmy took my glass. “A’ight, ya’ll betta do that shit too!” Jimmy exclaimed as I laughed at his enthusiasm.

Jey’s POV

“Damn, I can’t believe I did this,” I muttered as Taraji pulled down her dress. “Don’t beat yourself up, we both wanted it. It’s no big deal, we ain’t hurting nobody," she said as I thought of Shantell.

Fuck, I’m so damn stupid. “Hey, stop overthinking over there, Shantell won’t find out,” Taraji said as I winced like I had been wounded.

“See it’s all on your face, you like her. That’s why you wouldn’t kiss me huh,” she said as I ran my hands over my face.

I could tell it stung her a bit that I wouldn't kiss her but she was trying to play it off.

"You were probably thinkin' bout Shantell while we were having sex," Taraji said as I stroked my beard not meeting her eyes. "Oh, God you were, weren't you?" Taraji said in shock. While I was irritated with her, and wished I didn't have had sex wit her, I knew she was right.

I was thinking about Shantell the whole damn time. Damn, why did I even bring my ass back here?

“Look keep Shantell's name out yo' mouth. It's not your business, and this situation with you and me was just a one-time thing. It's not happening again Taraji, shit like this gets messy,” I said not wanting to hurt her feelings but wanting to get my point across.

“Damn, you called us having sex a situation. Well, I got to meet back up with some of the girls so I'll see you later,” Taraji said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” I said as she left. I looked at my watch and realized I probably had missed Shantell. Rushing I cleaned myself up and walked back out into the club.

“You good bro,” Sefa asked appearing from outta nowhere as I nodded. “Yea, I’m good bro,” I said trying to convince myself. I could see he wanted to say more but he was biting his tongue.

“I know it was stupid, you ain't even gotta say nothin',” I said as he shook his head in disappointment at me. I saw a crowd had formed in a circle in the middle of the dance floor.

"We got some Zetas in the house! Alright, ladies let’s see that stroll!" the DJ screamed as Choppa Style by Choppa began to play as the crowd began singing, I guess tryin' to hype up whoever was out there on the floor.

Damn, what did I miss? I said pointing at Jimmy who was throwing his hands up in the air grinning like a fool recording on his phone.

“Oh, nothing just Trin and Shantell over there strolling with two other fellow Zetas, you know it’s homecoming week,” Sefa said as I looked at him.

“Excuse me, Shantell doin’ what?” I asked in shock as we made our way through the crowd finally getting closer to Jimmy.

“Aye, they killing it, where the hell ya’ll been?!” Jimmy shouted over the music as my eyes found Shantell. There she was wit her sexy ass gliding in the line rocking her hips.

“Alright, this is one of my favorite parts. Get low ladies!” the DJ screamed as they all in sync began dropping it low to the floor slowly winding their hips.

“Damn! Yes sir!” Jimmy exclaimed as I was trying to remain calm but my mind and heart was racing as I saw Shantell throwing her ass in a circle next to Trin.

"Shit, yea, throw dat ass back girl," I muttered to myself in awe of what was happening as the girls threw up their sorority sign, swinging their arms from side to side, as they went even lower to the floor.

The crowd was eating this shit up and I wanted to eat Shantell's ass up.

I couldn't help the low primal growl that escaped my lips seeing Shantell bite her lip as her ass continued to bounce behind her almost as if it had a mind of its own.

I shifted myself in my jeans as I watched Shantell’s dress start to rise slightly. I saw her quickly pull her dress down in the front holding it in place while still dancing. Thank God, I don’t need these dudes in her looking at her like that.

"Man shiid, shawty in the black dress straight fire!” I heard a guy say to his friend as I shot him a look.

“Yea, she is and I know you betta not even think about goin' near her, let alone touchin' her. She’s taken a’ight,” I said making sure he knew what the deal was before he got ahead of himself.

“Sorry didn’t know she was your girl,” he said as I nodded turning back to the watch. “Boy, I know you feel stupid,” Sefa said hitting my shoulder as I saw him eying Shantell with a smirk. “You enjoyin' this shit a little too much little brotha,” I said as he laughed.

“Damn sure is 'cause I wouldn’t be me if didn’t love watchin’ yo’ ass squirm,” he said as I rolled my eyes at him. “A’ight that’s my wife! Come thru baby!” Jimmy shouts as Trin throws him a sexy smirk as the girls begin strolling behind each other in a line again around the dance floor.

Sefa’s POV

I can’t help but snicker watching my brother trying to control himself as Shantell danced in front of him, giving him a sexy smirk.

Jey’s soul looked like it left his body as he eyed her up and down “Damn, Shan," I heard him whisper as I laughed. “Uh huh, yea, let his ass know sis,” I muttered to myself. Yea, lil sis up in here showin’ out and shuttin’ shit down.

“I’ll be got damn,” Jey whispered slamming back his shot as Shantell danced past him not sayin’ a single word as they went to make their way off the dance floor.

“You a’ight over there bro?” I asked about to rub It in some more but I stopped myself as I saw the look on his face.

It had gone from confusion to full-blown pissed off in a matter of seconds as I turned to see what was happening.

Tevin had reached over and hugged Shantell as she was dancing. “Hey you!” she exclaimed, returning his gesture coming out of the dance line. “What the fuck he doin’ here?” Jey hissed as I smiled.

“Oh, Tevin? They got him directing the house show tomorrow,” I spoke to him earlier when you were preoccupied with Taraji, chasin’ a nut in the back of a dirty storage closet,” I said enjoying seeing him squirm as he rubbed his hand over his face in frustration.

“Fuck you man, it wasn’t like that,” Jey whispered as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just trying to figure out how you mad at him for hugging her when you just fucked another woman literally not even ten minutes ago in a storage closet. Make it make sense bro,” I said as Jey growled.

"‘Cause I fuckin’ am ok! Look, just go over there and break that shit up for me ok,” Jey said as I shook my head in disbelief at him. “Fine, I’ll go but I’m doing it for her, not yo’ ass,” I said going over to Shantell and Tevin.

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Shantell’s POV

I had put on the facade long enough I needed to leave, have a good cry, and try to study. Tevin was a good guy, I just wasn't in the mood tonight. I sighed in relief as Sefa came over to us because the alcohol was getting to me I needed a hot shower and a bed.

“Aye, your Uber should be here by now. You want me to walk you out,” Sefa said as I smiled. “I just paid it and canceled it, could you take me home,” I said as Tevin interrupted us.

“If you like I could give you a ride,” Tevin said as I tried to let him down easy. “Nah, I don’t want to spoil your night, I’ll just go with Sefa," I said giving him another hug.

“Well, how about you come to the show and shadow me tomorrow,” he said as I smiled at him. “I’ll think about It, but I probably will be busy though,” I said not really wanting to go to the show as Jey came over.

“Shantell ya’ll shut it down out there,” Jey said as everything I felt earlier came rushing back. “Uh, thanks,” I said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I was about to take Shantell home,” Sefa said as Jey smiled. “Well, I could take you,” he said as I tried to think of what to say. “Nah, Uce, I got her. Sofia has some stuff she wanted me to give Shantell, so I’ll take her,” Sefa said cutting off the conversation as I smiled in gratitude.

“Well, I’ll text you in a bit or call you,” Jey said trying to hug me as Sefa cut in and Jey backed up in shock. " I'll talk to you later Shantell," Tevin said as waved at him.

“Shantell, I’ll meet you in the car,” Sefa said giving me his keys as I waved at Jey and headed towards the door. I didn't feel like talking at all right now.

I felt grateful as the cool air hit my face as I walked to his car. If he had hugged me I either would have puked or busted out in tears and would have embarrassed us both.

The fresh air felt good on my skin, looking down to smooth down my dress I almost collided with someone.

"Damn, watch where you goin'!" a female voice said as I steadied myself. "Oh, sorry," I said walking around her not really paying attention to who it was, I was just ready to go home.

"You saw us didn't you Shantell?" the voice gloated as my blood ran cold. I turned and looked at Taraji, her smug grin made me want to chop her ass in the throat.

I knew her reputation and it made my skin crawl Jey was that desperate to stick his dick up with her passed-around pussy.

"I don't know what you talking about," I said playing it cool. Shantell just walk away, she ain't worth it.

"I saw you out the corner of my eye, you really should have stayed longer and caught the finale. He really looks sexy as hell when he cums she gloated as I sighed in pity at her weak ass attempt to rattle me.

"Well, I don't see how you saw his face with how he kept it buried in your neck in order not to look at you," I said not backing down.

You got the right one now bitch I ain't got nothing but time.

Tell me, how did that make you feel seeing us together? I mean I know you like him, but he won't give you the time of day," she said smirking at me as I laughed and shook my head.

"Well, I honestly don't feel anything about it because I wasn't the one getting fucked in a dirty ass storage closet with the rats and the roaches. You the real MVP Taraji, I'ma be just like you when I grow up," I said smugly as her once smug face now wore a deep frown.

"You just jealous," Taraji started as I cut her off. "Oh, you're right, I'm just jealous because I wasn't the one giving my body to a man who didn't even think enough of me to kiss me on the lips," I said smirking knowing it cut her ego real deep.

"I will hurt you Shantell, I don't care who you claim to have as a brother," Taraji said pissed off as I laughed.

"I'd love to see you try, but nah, I ain't done talking about how I'm jealous of you I am. Listen to this one, it's the best reason that I'm jealous of you," I said smugly pointing at her as she put her hands on her hips trying to keep her cool.

"Taraji, I'm jealous of you because it is so obvious Jey was fantasizing about someone else as he used your body to chase a nut. I mean let's be honest, that's the real reason why he couldn't look you in the face as he fucked you," I said feeling better I had got it off my chest.

"You just wish you could be me, i'm warning you, stay out of my way Shantell. You just wait though, Jey will be my man real soon," Taraji said walking away from me.

Nawl, bitch you don't get the last word on this one.

"Taraji, If you do by some miracle convince him to date you, it won't last long. He will see right through you, so enjoy it while you can Taraji," I said as she stopped walking. "Like I said stay outta my way," Taraji said as I smiled.

"Oh! Taraji, it's just one more thing I need to tell you woman to woman," I said as she turned to look at me.

"Don't you ever come for me.... Unless I send for you. Now, you have a blessed night," I said turning to look for Sefa's car as she stormed back into the club.

Sefa’s POV

What the fuck you do that for?” Jey asked as I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t think Shantell wants to smell Taraji on you bro,” I said as his eyes widened in horror.

“Shit, I wasn’t thinkin’, look just make sure she gets home safe,” Jey said as I nodded and went to catch up with Shantell.

“Everything ok?” Shantell asked as I got in the car. “Yea, everything good and to answer your question I didn’t tell him you saw them,” I said as she sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” she whispered leaning her head back on the seat as we rode in silence. I dreaded leaving her alone as we got closer to her house. But I knew she probably needed time to process everything.

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Shantell’s POV

“Thanks for the ride, I said as he gave me a hug. “If you need to talk I’m here, just call me,” he said as I got out. “Thanks, I’ll talk to you later,” I said getting out. Making the lonely journey up to my door, I turned to wave at him before going inside as he drove away.

I looked around and realized I was truly alone. Joe was on his way to Samoa, mama was in Ohio…I just felt alone, and as I got undressed and stepped into the shower. I couldn’t hold it in any longer I began to cry.

My heart was crushed, but when I thought about it, I really didn’t have a reason to be. He was never mine to begin with and with that being said I did the only thing I could do.

I picked myself up after my crying session and focused on my work.

I would be ok…I could do this….I truly just had to be his best friend, his Uce. I can do that... I know that I could

I mean how hard could it be?

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kitkatt0430 · 9 months ago

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for the AU 5+ headcanons ask game, Cisco takes a leap of faith and tells Barry he's in love with him somewhere in the middle or second half of season 1. i hope it's a prompt that works for you?

I do love a good Barrisco headcanon. This'll be cute. ^_^

So Cisco tags along to karaoke night with Barry and Caitlin and instead of Linda showing up to hit on Barry, Cisco takes the opportunity while Caitlin is singing to tell Barry how he feels. And Barry is surprised - not necessary blind sided, but he's definitely having a 're-evaluating events' moment. Caitlin calls them up to sing with her before Barry can really respond. So Cisco just kinda assumes that they're gonna leave things as friends and be a little awkward about it at first.

However, Barry is aware that being left hanging sucks and so as soon as they've squared away drunken Caitlin on Cisco's couch for the night, he asks Cisco on a date. And apologizes for not responding earlier. He was surprised and taking care of their drunk friend was kinda the priority, but he likes Cisco a lot and the idea of going on a date with Cisco is giving him all the butterflies, so... Cisco cuts him off with a chaste kiss before Barry can get too into rambling mode and agrees to the date.

Their first date they start off both trying a bit too hard because they're nervous but once they realize that's why things are a bit stilted, they both laugh and unwind and it's a wonderful date.

Barry realizes that something is up with Cisco with regards to Hartley and it's more than just Hartley being a jerk to Cisco in the past. So Cisco loops Barry into the whole thing about Ronnie maybe being alive and how guilty Cisco feels about being the one who closed Ronnie into the pipeline in the first place. So Barry gets to be a supportive BF both in helping Cisco deal with his survivor's guilt and with getting info out of Hartley regarding what really happened to Ronnie the night the accelerator exploded. Hartley still winds up escaping somehow but Cisco doesn't have to bear that weight alone this time.

I think Barry would turn down the bowling double date here, citing that it's still early in his relationship with Cisco and he wants their date that evening to be just the two of them. Since Cisco is well aware of Barry's feelings for Iris, Barry wants to make sure Cisco feels secure in their relationship before doing any double dates with Iris.

During the day that wasn't, Barry and Iris do not kiss (hate that kiss anyway, any reason to throw it out) but Barry does call Cisco for help with the oncoming storm problem that's poised to decimate both Central City and Keystone. Only EoWells answers Cisco's phone because, um... Cisco cannot come to the phone right now. Barry doesn't think hard on it at the time because DANGER ahead is more pressing. But after resetting time it definitely sticks out to him as strange.

Lisa does not manage to honey trap Cisco because Cisco is flattered, but not interested and this is his boyfriend right here, isn't he so cute? Which means that the Snarts + Rory go with plan b which is kidnapping both Cisco and Barry. Cisco stalls for time until they're down to just Mick watching them and when Mick isn't paying attention Barry knocks him out and rescues Cisco and Dante. Dante comes out of the ordeal shaken but otherwise unscathed and impressed with his brother's courage. It's the first step towards mending their relationship and moving them more towards being the close & supportive brothers Cisco and Dante are in the comics.

Somehow Len does figure out Barry's identity from this (hidden camera?) and thus Barry does still have to make his deal with Len. But Len's outta luck if he wants Cisco to build him new guns. Good thing Len made blueprints off the original guns in case he had to make new ones the hard way. (Barry - that is not in any way a good thing >_<)

The experience is still traumatic enough for Cisco that it triggers his nightmares/early manifestation of his vibes of the timeline where he died. Good thing Barry is there in bed with Cisco to hold him after startling awake from that. Barry soothes Cisco back to being calm and listens to Cisco talk about the nightmare afterwards and while he doesn't know what to make of Cisco's subconscious associating Dr. Wells with the Reverse Flash, he does know that the idea of losing Cisco terrifies him. And, huh, for some reason he's reminded of how weird it was for Dr. Wells to answer Cisco's phone in the day that wasn't...

Being with Cisco mellows out Barry's 'don't tell Iris' reflex so when Eddie finds out about Barry being the Flash and wants to tell Iris the truth, Barry agrees over Joe's protests, noting that keeping her in the dark hasn't actually protected Iris the way Joe insisted it would. So the whole situation actually makes Iris & Eddie closer instead of causing the relationship drama from canon.

Finding out that Cisco's nightmare actually happened for real? Infuriates Barry. Cisco has to talk Barry down from going after Wells immediately, but Barry is just done with Wells taking away the people he loves. Killing his mom, framing his father, and now killing Cisco in another timeline? Which might also be when Barry realizes that he's fallen in love with Cisco and doesn't want to be without him.

The Iris West-Allen newspaper byline is explained by Gideon to be from the OG timeline, but it still shakes Cisco, who doesn't quite realize Barry is relieved that's not from this timeline. Eddie questions his decision to propose to Iris afterwards, but Barry pushes him to go forward regardless of what Joe might think. That timeline is gone and they should focus on living their lives for themselves, not live up to the destinies of people who lived entirely different lives from them.

Eobard still tries to break up Iris and Eddie while he has Eddie kidnapped, but Gideon nonchalantly updates the by line to West-Thawne and Eobard takes the psychic damage instead.

Eobard tries dangling the whole 'save your mother, reset to the real timeline' carrot in front of Barry but Barry talks things over with his dad and admits he doesn't want to give up the life he's building with Cisco for the life he could have had with Iris, but he wants to save his mom so much... Henry is able to talk Barry out of the time travel this time.

Cisco is of course very surprised when Barry comes back from Iron Heights and puts an end to any time ship building. They're not helping Eobard Thawne in any way. They wind up talking through everything and Barry tells Cisco he loves him.

Cisco - *heart eyes* I love you too, Barry.

Eobard escapes and tries to force Barry to cooperate anyway, but Cisco uses his vibe blasts instinctively to protect Barry. Eobard swears he'll be back, but he's concerned about risking Cisco accidentally severing him from his speed entirely - made easier by Eobard's speed still being so unstable - so he hoofs it out of town, faking his death in the process. The Harrison Wells identity is well and truly burned, so he might as well give Barry something he wants. That way it'll hurt all the more the next time Eobard takes something - someone - away from him.

Thus Ronnie and Eddie survive the S1 finale, but there's a lead in for a Rogues centered S2 with Snart getting the gang together - not just the metas from the pipeline that he rescues from Team Flash, but Hartley as well - pushing the Earth-2/Zoom story line to Season 3.

#thanks for asking ^_^#kitkatt0430 answers #the flash #fanfiction #fic ideas #cisco ramon #barry allen #barry x cisco

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sugahbunnies · 1 year ago

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BUCKET LIST ☆ 09

Saiki really wishes your bucket list did not consist of activities that required more than one person.

There he is, with you and sadly, one little kid with turquoise hair.

You smile bashfully at Saiki, you're holding Yuuta's hand and Saiki is holding his other hand. From another person's point of view, you look like a couple going on to the playground with your kid. Saiki has the picnic basket to his side, you three walk to a clear spot under the tree but it's still quite crowded. Which Saiki absolutely hates.

You smooth out the blanket across the trimmed grass, telling Yuuta he can go play on the playground since it's close by

"Thank you Cinnamon Bun!" He yells at you in excitement, kissing your hand then running off to the swings.

You snort, glancing at Saiki who's already shaking his head. Yuuta has been binge watching this new show that has been playing in the mornings on the weekends. When he first saw you this morning when you were walking by Saiki's house, it clicked in his head that you're indeed the character named Cinnamon Bun from his new show.

"How does he have so much energy, it's ten in the morning?" Saiki rubs his eyes, setting down the basket in the middle of the blanket.

"Tell me about it, he followed me all the way to your house in a hurry" You add a "heh" at the end of your sentence. Saiki is not sure if you found it funny or annoying, but he rather not ask. You both sit facing each other, the sun rays slightly shining through the trees.

"I made club sandwiches, oh I also cut up sausage and made fried rice. I bought hot sauce" You start bringing out food and condiment items out of the basket, showing them off to Saiki and explaining what they are.

Saiki could care less, truly, he was hoping he could get a day off from you since he's been spending the past three months with you. Since you're in his class, right next to him and Kaidou invited you to the friend group, he's seen your face in his dreams even!

Then being assigned to you as a partner for this damn bucket list project, he cannot just escape you can he?

You're fixing up the food, adding rice and shrimp to a plastic bowl and adding hot sauce to it. You pass it to Saiki, whose hoping the shrimp is cooked and not raw. He really does not want to experience food poisoning.

"You like hot sauce right? Oh jeez, I should have asked you before adding some huh?!" You grimace as if you're in pain, mentally punishing yourself for not asking Saiki.

"It's fine, Y/n".

You perk up your head at the sound of your name, placing a fork into the bed of rice and handing it to Saiki. You take out the digital camera and begin filming Saiki eating, zooming in dangerously close on his face.

"Bet you're tired of sticking around me" You say, waiting in anticipation and praying the pink haired boy does not agree.

"You're alright" He responds, digging into the food and cracking open a can of sprite. He ignores the fact that you're propping up the camera to show you both. He throws a peace sign at the camera, and you copy him right away. Then, you clap your hands together and take out a packet of four coffee jellies.

You can see Saiki's eyebrows rise in slight exhilaration, maybe? You unwrap the plastic surrounding the jelly containers, and pass one to Saiki.

He immediately dismisses the bowl of rice, scooping up a big piece of coffee goodness and munching on it.

The birds are chirping too loudly for your liking, but at least the sun is lazily shining through the trees and giving you some vitamin d. Which at this rate you truly need because the doctor told you yesterday that your vitamin intake is lowering, even though you take them everyday.

You also forget about the fact that Saiki can read your mind, at this moment he's focusing on trying to find a clear answer on what you are going through.

Illness or just a sickness? They really don't clarify what's wrong. He shakes his head in annoyance, wondering why you will not tell anyone about your condition.

He sees your cracking skinned knuckles, and your broken nails. Plus, you seem to be losing hair but its not so noticeable. Saiki just seems to notice more than anyone since he's been so focused on what's troubling you.

"So!" You exclaim, interrupting Saiki's contemplation. He snaps back into reality when he sees rice pieces hanging on the sides of your mouth. Hot sauce is also coating the outlines of your lips.

"You got.." He waves his finger at his own mouth, attempting to show you that you have something on your face.

"Huh? Oh, yeah oops". You wipe the rice away with a napkin, painting the white paper with red coloring and grains.

"This picnic of yours is on your list, right? I'd hate to waste your time" He asks, setting down the empty plastic that was once carrying the coffee jelly. You nod, pulling out the crumbled paper with color writing. You point at the sixth activity, clear letters spelling out "Cottage picnic!".

"Cottage?" Saiki asks with a mouthful of rice. You nod, quickly explaining how cottage seems to fit the aesthetic of a picnic.

Saiki blankly stares at you, his interest plummeting down the more you talk.

He hums at everything you say, the higher your voice gets, the higher pitch he hums.

"You're totally ignoring what I'm saying". Your loud smacking of lips catches his attention, he reads the label of the chips you're eating.

Double hot chips. XXTRA.

"Yeah, I gave up listening" Saiki speaks, his hand reaching for your chips. You willingly give him some to try out. He throws some in his mouth and nods, he seems quite satsfied with the outcome.

"So good, right?!". You continue snacking on them, watching over Yuuta who's killing some kid at the climbing wall.

"He's a handful" Saiki comments, putting away the plastic bowls and utensils into the basket.

You hum, mimicking how Saiki was doing it moments earlier. He notices this, raising an eyebrow at you in amusement.

"Am I handful?" You ask suddenly, propping yourself up on your elbow. Saiki shakes his head, as if it was a reflex. You hum again, not believing him at all.

"I feel like I can be a burden" You admit, your tone flat and low. A lightbulb goes off in Saiki's head.

Is Y/n finally going to talk about what's happening to them? He thinks to himself, leaning forward and patiently waiting for you to continue.

"Because jeez! I do eat alot of snacks right?! I feel like our friends always seem to buy snacks for me and I feel bad for it!".

Saiki's shoulders slump in disappointment at your chattering. He should've expected this, you will never straight up admit something is wrong.

Saiki reassures you that no one is forcing themselves to buy you snacks, they do it because they want to. He sees relief wash over you, and he's glad.

As you continue being a chatterbox, he starts thinking of methods on how to get you to talk about your illness.

And of course, nothing seems to work according to how stubborn you are.

He grabs the camera and presses the stop button, replaying back the footage of you sipping cherry coke. He makes sure you're not looking, and smiles gently at how loudly you drink.

You're quite a handful, Y/n.

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Saiki did not know what went through his mind when he asked you to hang out all night. More like a sleepover but he thinks that the word "sleepover" is too much of a friendly term. He hands you an t shirt of his and some basketball shorts that seem to fit you just fine.

"Woah, I'm transforming into Saiki. Good grief, good grief, what a pain, what a-" Your sentence comes to a halt as Saiki holds up a finger and goes "I don't say that so much".

"You totally do!" You burst out, stabbing your thumb into Saiki's ribs. He jerks away, sighing and taking out a sleeping bag from his closet. He's had sleepovers at his house of course, Kaidou and Nendou always called him up to arrange such things.

"Let's go downstairs, my parents should be asleep by now" Saiki insists, his body halfway out the room. You follow him willingly and into the kitchen, where all your snacks you bought from the gas station are.

"Jeez" You both say as you hover over the table full of mini soda cans, sour and sweet candy. Plus, a variety of chips. And don't forget the two tubs of ice cream in the fridge!

"Jinx, you owe me a soda" You pop open two cans of cherry coke, chugging one down and burping loudly.

Saiki holds up a finger to his mouth and shushes you. A soft "Sorry" comes out of you, sipping the other can and crushing the empty one.

"We have plenty of soda, why would I owe you one?" Saiki crosses his arms and starts eyeing the cheesy chips. The bag is practically calling his name so he rips it open, the cheesiness smell overwhelming but he likes it that way.

You offer him a can of sprite which seems to be his favorite.

You both sit next to each other at the dining table, ripping bags of chips and cookies. A tummy ache is bound to happen to you both but that doesn't seem to be a concern for either of you two.

Ever since Saiki found out you have a sweet tooth like him, he's been smothering you in snacks and shares his with you.

After minutes of desperately munching and heavy breathing, you lock eyes with Saiki. You immediately shift your eyes to the very interesting tub of double fudge brownie ice cream. Saiki brought it out after you began drinking the coke. Stabbing a fork into the frozen dessert, you scoop up a good amount of softness into your mouth. Saiki finds it odd how you use a fork to eat ice cream, but he also thinks you're unique in that way.

His stare examines the dark eyebags you've had for the past weeks. Along with the fading bruise on your nose from when he hit you with a ball in PE class. Why hasn't it gone away?

Saiki reaches out and brushes strands of hair out of your face.

"Your eyes .. look so tired" He whispers, his fingers still tucked into your hair. You hold up your hand to push away his wrist, but you end up grasping his fingers instead.

"Because I am" You mumble, holding his hand in place. Saiki's gaze flicker from your eyes to your hair, as if he's trying to decipher what comforting words he can say.

"Tell me what's wrong. I want you to be the one to tell me. I don't want to read your thoughts to find out what's wrong with you."

You stand up and step back, your bottom lip trembling as tears threaten to come out of your eyes.

"Nothing is wrong, I swear" You choke out, your throat becoming dry as every slow second passes. Saiki shakes his head, not buying what you are saying. He steps forward, placing his hand on top of your head.

He ruffles your hair a bit, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You look up at him and see sympathy drawn on his expression, his words coming out delicately but you cannot focus on what he is saying.

Need to come up with an excuse ..

You stumble back and begin fanning yourself, all the stress he has caused is heating you up. Your shaky hands pull out a doctors note and you show it to Saiki.

"I'm just fatigued, which is why I'm always out in PE, g-got it?" You stutter, he carefully takes the crinkled note from you and reads it.

L/n Y/n has fatigue and may tire quickly, do not let them participate in PE as this can harm them.

Saiki crumbles up the paper and throws it across the room, stepping closer to you in apprehension. Now he seems really upset, his eyes glistening in worry. He exhales shakily.

"Tell me the truth please" He murmurs. You let out a nervous laugh, your hands covered in a light coat of sweat. You rack your brain, coming up with solutions on what to say.

You cannot burden your friends, can you?

"It's nothing, I promise" You say in a low tone, wiping your palm dry of wetness. Saiki hangs his head low, letting go of your wrist and placing his hands on his head in frustration.

"Okay, if you say so". Although, he is not convinced at all. I mean come on, the way you look and the way you act contradict.

He holds up his pinky, his gaze practically burning into you as he waits for you to link his pinky with yours.

"You promise me?" He softly speaks, knowing you take pinky promises very seriously so he knows something is up if you decline.

"No, I'm sorry I can't I-" You end up choking up on your words, shaking your head profusely and rubbing your neck nervously.

"I'll tell you sometime, I promise" You wrap your pinky with his, returning his gaze. Saiki decides to just accept it, he's closer than ever to finding out what is bothering you. He'll just have to wait.

Saiki just hopes you're not dying, seeing that you're wilting like a decomposing flower.

Snuggling into your sleeping bag, you tell Saiki goodnight. He says it back, watching you in the dark until he knows you're asleep. He reaches down and caresses your hair, his lips twitching in concern.

"Please be okay" He whispers quietly into the dimly lit room. You said you're afraid of the dark so Saiki took out an old night light. He sighs, his fingers tangling in your hair. His heart seems to flutter, as the scent of your shampoo finds it way to his nose. He sniffles, continuing to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight Y/n, my best friend".

Saiki drifts into sleep, his arm dangling over the bed and his fingers still knitted into your hair. And your strawberry shampoo still lingering in scent.

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