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notquitejiraiya · 6 years

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Chess [24] - {ShikaTema AU}

A long time coming and 24 hours later than my late deadline for it, but here it is...

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

As Gaara heard the latch of the door click when it shut, laughter echoed through the house, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sound. Rising above the murmuring of the television upstairs, his brother’s laughed bellowed out and, slightly quieter, his sister’s giggles fell well-received on Gaara’s ears. Kicking off his shoes, the young man stepped through into the main room to see the pair grinning. Kankuro clutched the arm of the sofa, and from the floor Temari smiled up at him, and the youngest sibling found himself clearing his throat to grab their attention.

The smile on his face not ceasing, Kankuro turned to his brother. “Have you seen this?” he asked, uncharacteristically excited.

It took seconds for Gaara to see the movie on the screen and register how awful it was. Slowly, he shook his head and reached for a towel from the kitchen side, rubbing it across his sopping wet hair.

Temari rolled her eyes. “You forget that Gaara doesn’t like bad horror movies.”

“But taking the piss out of them is hilarious!”

“They’re just terrible, Kankuro,” sighed Gaara, placing the now wet cloth on the nearest radiator. “But if you both want to keep watching I can grab dinner.”

“No need.” The excitement in Kankuro’s voice hadn’t wavered. “We’ve got fajitas!”

“Hopefully not cooked by you…”

“Very funny,” he chuckled. “No. Tem said she’d make whatever I fancied.”

He could see the way the blonde adjusted her position as he said her name, her shoulder’s tensing slightly before beaming at him almost lifelessly. She looked flushed. No, she looked flustered—but such feeling was clearly hidden behind her eyes and the falseness she seemed to carry herself with in this moment. It didn’t so much seem like she was lying about anything, to Gaara—he dealt with lies constantly. What lay in her eyes was something even more worrying to him; her face was laced with guilt.

And yet she laughed with a true sense of authenticity. Rarely had she liked the ridiculous movies that flew across the TV screen more than Gaara did, and yet her grin was undeniable; her gaze set rigidly on the middle child as though if his smile were to waver her world—her facade of whatever this was—would come crashing down.

“Will there be cheese?” he asked, leaning against the table casually as he strengthened his stare at Temari.

“If you’re willing to go up the shop and get it, sure,” she replied. “But I doubt you’re willing to brave the elements after you just got in, and I just had a shower so I’m definitely not going out there.”

Slowly, all eyes started to turn to Kankuro, but even he pulled a disgruntled expression as he let the cushions of the sofa swallow him up. As Temari rolled her eyes and hopped to her feet, her cheeks flushed with something Gaara was sure wasn’t simply warmth, and he tapped her on the shoulder as she strolled past him, stopping her.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice deep. “Can I ask you something?”

He thought he saw her gulp. “Go ahead.”

The feeling of their brother’s eyes on them was unfathomably intense. Kankuro’s stare felt almost like it would burn through his shirt and brand Gaara a sneaky bugger for trying to reveal this serene family evening for what it truly was. But as his brother groaned, and in his peripheral vision propped himself up to better listen in, Gaara let out a massive sigh. He knew there was no way he could possibly talk to Temari and get her to be honest with him here, and if he did the young man would blow everything totally out of proportion; though he meant well, he always did.

Besides, Gaara had the biggest inkling that what was plaguing his sister was something to do with the man who currently sat atop Kankuro’s ‘hate list’ as he sometimes called it. But he had to ask—he’d think himself a bad brother if he let it slide and kept up the charade.

No, he had to get Kankuro to leave. And it really ought to have been easy enough, given he could annoy his brother to the ends of the Earth.

“Brother,” he began, “would you mind going and getting cheese?”

Kankuro stifled a laugh, raising his eyebrows at him. “I wish you’d stop saying that.”

“What?”

“Brother.”

“But you are my brother.”

“Yes. And yet it’s bloody creepy when you say it.”

“Please,” he added politely, “it’s only about her stuff. There’s this criminal psychology element of this module I’m doing and—”

“Okay, fine. I’m gone.” He hauled himself up and grabbed his coat from the wall. “But there better be hot food ready when I get back.” Both Gaara and Temari watched as he rummaged his pockets, checking for his wallet and forcing a smile. Reluctantly he gave them a thumbs up, swinging round the threshold towards the front door.

The minute he heard that door slam shut and steps grow softer upon their pathway, Gaara shot his attention straight back to his sister, who’s expression had transformed into the very image of relief.

“Right,” he sighed, “what have you done?”

Temari frowned, forcing a laugh as she backed away, opening the fridge when she reached it. “I’m sorry?”

Gaara’s eyes widened, his forehead wrinkling slightly. “You’re acting really suspiciously, Temari. Letting Kankuro watch his awful movies, cooking him what he wants for dinner…” He shook his head a little, smirking. “This is textbook guilty behaviour for you, so what have you done?”

As her eyes locked onto her brother’s eyes, Temari felt her gut twist. It upset her how wrong he wasn’t, and how easily he could read her after all these years. She hesitated as she reached into the fridge, blind, her fingertips quivering at the cold and the nerves that shot through her. Millions of times she had offloaded her problems onto Gaara, and more than a couple of times had she told him about the men she’d dated, been with, avoided, sometimes even in serious detail. He knew he understood, and he knew that he would almost never judge. ‘The cool brother’, he had said; but in reality wasn’t there a point that cool might become cold?

Why did telling him about today feel like that could be the point? Why did it feel like letting slip about Shikamaru, and how she clung to his every word—even clung to his body at one damn point—would completely alter his view on her; on him, too?

Unlike Kankuro, Gaara was at this point open-minded about Shikamaru. No, he’d actively assisted in setting up their date last night. She wanted at least one of them to like him, and she wanted Gaara, in particular, to not think ill of her for this. She knew she’d been hasty, but today had been a long time coming. Only when it had happened had she realised the truth in that fact, but it had.

But how right it seemed to her didn’t mean things would translate the same in his brain.

No, she couldn’t risk it.

“Nothing,” she choked out.

She ripped a packet of chicken from the fridge shelf and dropped it on the side, and every followed in quick succession. Every clatter of plastic or cardboard shot through her ears,, distracting her for a mere second before her lip would start twitching. As she shut the door she caught it between her teeth, and absentmindedly began to pick at her fingernails.

Reluctantly her eyes raised to see him once again, staring at her expectantly.

“Oh, okay. Fine,” she whined, leaning against the kitchen side. “You know I went out with him last night?” She waited for her brother to nod. “Yeah, it went really well. Like really well.”

Gaara sighed, sitting up on the kitchen side next to her. “You didn’t sleep with him?”

“No, I didn’t,” she shook her head, biting her lip. “But I saw him today and…” Uncomfortably, she cleared her throat. “Well…”

“You slept with him.”

Temari ducked her head in shame, pouting as she frowned. “Don’t make me feel guilty, Gaara.”

“I’m not. You’re doing that to yourself,” he sighed.

“You’re being blunt, and you’re obviously disappointed in me,” sighed Temari, avoiding her brother’s eyes. “May I remind you that you egged me on to sleep with him the other week?”

“I was joking. I thought that would be clear.”

She shifted her weight, turning and reaching for a knife before grabbing a pepper from one of the packets. “Gaara, can we get to the questions about psychology please?”

“Obviously there aren’t any.”

If she wasn’t drowning in guilt she wouldn’t rolled her eyes. “I seriously hate you sometimes.”

Gaara, however, held no such guilt, and rolled his as he hopped off the side and sat down at the table. “I’m not disappointed in you.”

She began to chop. “You look it.”

“No, I’m just worried about you.”

“Shikamaru is harmless,” she told him, her voice completely level.

Gaara screwed his nose up.

“Don’t do a Kankuro on me,” she whined. “Speaking of: don’t you dare mention this to him.”

“You have to at least tell him you aren’t treating Shikamaru anymore.”

“Why? It’s none of his business.”

Gaara hoisted his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a couple of times. “Temari, I get bi-hourly updates about your boyfriend whenever he’s in the shop.”

“You’re kidding…”

“I’m not. Read them.” He carefully handed her the device and pursed his lips as she took it, tentative.

She frowned as her eyes adjusted, focussing on the bright screen.

(8:42) Kankuro: Why does he always look like that????

(8:53) Gaara: Who?

(8:54) Kankuro: Temari’s stalker

(8:54) Gaara: ?

(8:55) Kankuro: Spiky haired prick. He’s got a face like a busted boot

(8:59) Gaara: Class is starting. Grow up, brother.

Temari looked up at her youngest brother who, himself, looked bemused.

(12:32) Kankuro: G he’s a smoker. Seriously! Imagine what dad would say if he knew she was throwing her license for this idiot

(12:33) Gaara: I’m in class. I’m focussing. I suggest you do the same.

(12:33) Kankuro: Seriously! face is so punchable G

(12:39) Gaara: Turn away from the window and work.

(12:40) Gaara: And do not call me ‘G’.

(14:59) Kankuro: G if he touches Tem I will acc hit him

(15:02) Kankuro: *Gaara

(15:07) Kankuro: blonde girl in the shop is hot though.

“He’s going to start being problematic soon.”

Her head shot up again, her mouth gaping open. “Start?” A dumbfounded laugh spluttered out. “Gaara, he went into the shop and spoke to him solely about me yesterday. And this? How long has he been doing it?”

“Only since the start of the week.”

She rolled her eyes, genuinely unable to form a serious thought on the situation. “Only…”

With a loud buzz, the phone in her hand vibrated, and on the screen appeared another message from Kankuro. Through her body shot an intense feeling of fear that maybe in her amazement and with carelessness she had pressed voice record; that maybe he’d been listening to her. Nervously she took a proper look at what had appeared.

A photograph of two rivalling blocks of cheese in the palm of Kankuro’s huge hand.

Temari’s eyes flew to the back of her head as she passed it back to Gaara and turned her attention back to the chopping of peppers. “I can’t tell him I went out with Shikamaru, Gaara.”

“And why not?” he asked, rapidly tapping his screen. “I’m not asking you to admit you shagged him—”

“Gaara, please stop.”

“—just that you’ve stopped seeing him as a patient. And that you’ve seen him as an, um…non-patient.”

Forcing back a smile at her brother’s awkwardness, Temari pursed her lips. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to keep seeing him…”

Gaara put his phone down, sitting back in the chair with a deep sigh. He ran a hand through his hair as he zoned in on the worry in her eyes. The opposition lurking at the back of his throat was silenced in one look and he smiled softly at her. “Nobody can’t stop you, but I think at the very least you need to prioritise his mental health.”

“I have been thoroughly schooled in prioritising such things, thank you,” she groaned.

“Then just do it.”

Forget worry; her impatience was taking centre stage now. “He’s not my patient anymore, Gaara!”

“Then make sure he’s someone’s patient,” he sighed. “As his girlfriend you owe that to him.”

“We’ve been on one date and…” She blushed. “Look, I’m not his girlfriend.”

“You want to be.” He paused as she stopped cutting vegetables and raised her eyebrows at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Temari. Don’t deny it.”

With a sigh she shook her head. “I do,” she said, “but you and Kankuro—”

“What about me and Kankuro?”

“You’ll try and stop me.”

“We wont,” insisted Gaara. “I just told you—”

“Okay then: he will.”

Gaara shook his head, smiling. “No, Temari; he won’t. Dad would’ve, and while Kankuro has his moments, they are different people.”

“But he isn’t wrong,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand. “And Dad would’ve been so annoyed that I spent so long studying just to get my license revoked.”

“It won’t be.”

Her eyebrows raised. “How do you know that?”

The look in his eyes told her plainly that he didn’t, but his composed voice almost tricked her. “Just be rational for a minute, Temari.”

“Gaara…”

“Gaara, what?”

“His mental state,” she sighed. “I can’t be responsible for worsening it…”

Temari watched him closely as he ran his hands through his hair, elbows flush against the table. He stared at his lap, head hung low, as though he had no idea how to counter her, and why should he? For whatever reason her brother seemed conflicted; one side of him desperate for righteousness, the other yearning for his sister to simply be happy. She couldn’t exactly blame him. If the tables were turned then Temari knew she’d have no idea how to approach the situation, and she doubted she’d be able to stop herself focussing solely on the pros of the situation—Gaara deserved someone more than she did in her eyes, after all.

The mental back and forth that was obvious from the twiddling of his hair around his fingers terrified her. It terrified her because he was a logical man and he was a smart one. It terrified her because Gaara weighed up the cons before the pros, and he was a stickler for finding the problems; his little honourable brain couldn’t help but be right.

But as her nails tapped on the chopping board, Gaara’s muscles tightened, and he couldn’t help but squirm, totally unsure. He’d known what she wanted before the words slipped from her lips, he’d understood the predicament without her doing more than outlining the situation. And, what was by far the worst feeling: he knew exactly what he needed to tell her right now.

While he’d never met the man, he’d been in similar shoes. Not quite the same tread, and certainly not walked the same pathways that his had taken, but the fit was the same. Slightly suffocating, expectant and tiring; slow, arduous and anxiety riddling with every step. Gaara knew how it felt to be staring at the person in the plush chair, behind the desk, with their notepads and their false smiles, and empathy bubbled to the surface more and more the longer he pondered.

Regrettably, Temari had been right. Shikamaru needed help, just like she had always said from the beginning, and he knew if he was the one still strapped into the rollercoaster of therapy it would not have helped him to get off just for a lover.

Nervously the young man gulped, biting on his lip.

“Maybe you’re right,” said Gaara, reluctantly. “Maybe you should take a step back until he’d secure.”

As her eyes began to prickle, Temari nodded solemnly. How could she have expected any other answer from him? Of course he was right, and of course he was ethical about it. He just couldn’t be any other way when it came down to it. His pleasantries and his idealistic approach lasted only so long, and with a wipe of her eyes, Temari forced a smile at him as if to show him she understood that he meant only well. Age really did mean nothing, and the youngest was far and away the most mature—Gaara was ten times more competent in adult decision making than she was.

And yet, in the end—despite his words sounding hauntingly like the thoughts that ate away at her ever further from the back of her mind, too close to the front—it would make no difference. There was something about Shikamaru that tickled her impulses, and after years of saying no to everything, being inherently good and sensible, he made her senses tingle with that desire to do something: anything! His persona captivated her so much she hated it, and her body told her that no matter what she would be texting him in half an hour, she would be asking him if he still wanted to see her Saturday, and if he did she would definitely be running to see him.

Shikamaru brought out all the things in Temari she had spent her life tucking away, compartmentalising into little boxes she wanted to keep secret for the rest of her life and feelings she never even thought she’d access. He’d also, unwittingly, caused her to throw away, at some level, her regard for reasoning and she didn’t care.

For the first time, Temari’s heart—as much as she still somewhat queried if it was indeed that which did this—was holding the reins, and she was really quite okay with that.

Slowly she took a couple of steps closer to the table, blinking away the guilty tears she didn’t want to admit to having. With a smile, Gaara rose to his feet and sighed.

“I want you to know that I do want you to be happy. I really do,” he added. “Why else would I have called Shikamaru for you yesterday?”

Temari embraced him without a second thought, swaying side to side in a tight and much needed hug, when out of the corner of her eye appeared a dripping wet face; confused and struck with what seemed like rage, a block of cheddar held in a white knuckle grip.

“Gaara,” Kankuro forced out, his voice laced with a disagreeable laugh. “What did you just say?”

~~~

His clothes glued to his skin, Shikamaru shifted slightly in his chair, poking aimlessly at the food on his plate. It sat before him miserable and just cold enough he didn’t want another mouthful, which according to his mother was just what he got for being home late. His parents finishing off their dinner with mixed emotions ever-present in their eyes, and the atmosphere around the round table was nothing short of the usual, un-engaging dynamic he was used to.

As he forced down another mouthful of chicken a shiver made it’s way up his spine to his neck, the cold seeping into every pore. It was then the thought came to him as he stared at down: Why wasn’t I allowed to get changed?

“Why are you soaking wet, Shikamaru?”

“Rain, Mum,” he groaned. “Wet, it falls from the sky…ever heard of it?”

He swore he heard Shikaku splutter slightly, but the man wasn’t giving anything away.

“Why didn’t you get the bus?”

“I got a cab.”

“A cab?”

“Yes.” It was a strain not to roll his eyes, but he stopped himself. “A cab.”

“Then why are you wet?”

Shikamaru turned to his father, frowning desperately. “Dad…”

“Are you going to eat your broccoli?”

“Mum, I’m twenty three.”

“So you can definitely formulate a sentence to answer me. Are you going to eat your broccoli?”

He looked at Shikaku once again, who merely raised his eyebrows at the young man as if to tell him, ‘Just eat the damn broccoli.’ Slowly he shovelled a forkful of peas into his mouth, armed with the knowledge that he should certainly be afraid if he were to annoy his mother.

“Thank you,” said Yoshino, in that same sweet voice, dripping with relief, that she used whenever her son or husband gave into her requests. “Can you pass me the gravy, Shikaku?”

The older man caned his neck slightly, staring into the abyss of an empty jug. “There’s none left, love.”

Frowning, she reached for the jug and peered inside as if she didn’t believe him. “Well,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes, “that’s disappointing. You need to make more next time.”

“Make more?” chuckled Shikaku as he shook his head. “And encourage myself to drown my food further?”

Shikamaru smiled as he locked eyes with his father for a split second. It had been a long time since Shikaku had cooked dinner, and for once it wasn’t awful. That didn’t necessarily mean that he wanted to eat the shoddy excuse for food, dowsed in gravy until it seemed more like soup than a roast dinner, but he appreciated the sentiment. And his father cooking meant one thing—Yoshino didn’t hold it over their heads that she’d fed them that evening, so they had that tiny bit more power than normal, and they were certainly going to take advantage of it.

“Love, could you possibly go and grab that bottle I saw you put in the fridge?”

Yoshino frowned, and so did Shikamaru. His father didn’t usually like to drink with his food, and he liked even less to drink in front of his son given the knowledge he held. This was a ploy—Shikamaru could see that plain as day. His dad was going drop something on him, and he had to get ready for it.

“Please,” her husband sighed. “I just really fancy it.”

“And if you’re going, can you grab me some more water?” added Shikamaru, barely turning from staring at his father as he took another bite to merely prove a point.

Shaking her head, the woman lifted her empty plate and her husband’s with a sigh and stepped backwards out of the room. “You’re lazy, Shikamaru Nara!”

“He’s just efficient,” called back Shikaku when he was sure his wife was far enough away she wouldn’t hear anything softer typical chatter, smiling at his son as he chewed.

The young man widened his eyes and cocked his head to one side expectantly until his father rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward with an inquisitive look.

“So your date last night,” Shikaku whispered, “go well?”

Even with the mental preparation he’d tried to give himself, Shikamaru almost choked. “What the fuck?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at the predictability of his son. “That is why you’ve been sneaking about, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t been ‘sneaking about’, Dad…”

“Come on, boy. Tell me.”

Shikamaru frowned and closed his eyes. “Dad, stop.”

“Serious or just sex?”

“Oh Christ, Dad—stop.” He almost threw his knife and fork to his plate, doing all he could not to plug his ears with his finger tips. “I am begging you, old man: stop talking.”

“The top button of your shirt is broken,” observed Shikaku, a snide chuckle at the back of his throat, ready to unleash when his son’s fingertips flew to his collar at once. “And your hair is particularly messy.”

Shikamaru could feel his cheeks flush, burning hot, when he felt no button. “My hair is always messy thanks to your genes…”

“That’s why you were late wasn’t it?”

With one huge squeeze, he let his eyes finally pry open to see the expectant-looking man before him. “Dad,” he groaned out, desperate for an end to the awkward feeling that flew through his veins.

“Say ‘Dad’ as much as you want, kid. I’m not changing the subject.”

Shikamaru looked particularly embarrassed, and as his hand instinctively found the hairs on the back of his neck he sighed. There was no stopping this man. If there was one thing his father had always wanted from him it was honesty; and being open with the trials and tribulations of his everyday life, no matter how big or how small, fell into this category.

And, despite the searing flashes of mortification and sudden memories of awkward talks in years gone by that this moment, right now, brought him, Shikamaru could hardly blame his father’s intrusion into his life. After all, Shikaku had never seen his son date or have a girlfriend, and he’d barely ever—maybe even only once—talked to him about women in general, too. So, it was inevitable that this conversation would arise at some point given the observational skills that his father possessed. Shikamaru just wished that it had come at a different time; a time where he could answer at least one simple question. The one he was grinding his teeth waiting for.

“Is it her?”

He frowned. That wasn’t the question he was expecting. “Who?” he laughed, confused.

“The therapist,” his dad said, as if it was the most unexciting and normal thing in the world.

Shikamaru began to pull on his baby-hairs, barely able to mutter through his uncomfortable laughter, “Dad…”

“Yes, then.”

To the untrained eye, Shikaku Nara would’ve looked entirely uninterested at that moment— emotionless and plain—but Shikamaru had lived enough years inside paper-thin walls with him to know the man better than that. He knew his father far too well to zone in on the creases between his eyebrows resembling a weak frown and peg him as angry, and he knew so much better than to focus only on the little smile that twitched at the corner of his mouth when his son’s cheeks grew uncomfortably red. The consistent happiness in Shikaku’s eyes as he stared down the young man almost masked the evident worry he held, but Shikamaru understood.

He’d known—of course he’d known—and he also knew that it wasn’t exactly a good situation. And after, way back when, the weird lady who’d tried to jump him in the waiting room rather than ever helping him, he couldn’t entirely bash his father’s cynicism. After all, being raised by a cynic had rubbed off on him a little, as well.

But cynicism, he’d discovered in the time he knew Temari, fell short with your feelings. Sometimes, he’d learned, you had to just put your faith in something and run with it, despite every inch of your being and your personality frowning upon that. And last night he had truly started sprinting, and there was no way he was turning back.

That didn’t make it any easier to admit something which was undeniably frowned upon across the board, though.

“It’s not her fault,” Shikamaru whispered. “It’s mine.”

Surprisingly his father’s smile grew as he leaned a little closer. “Shikamaru, it isn’t anybody’s fault,” he sighed.

The young man, as relieved as he felt, couldn’t help but stare at him, his subtly worried expression unchanged.

“Love is just love, isn’t it?” Shikaku chuckled. “The first time I met your mother, she slapped me round the face—do you think I asked to fall in love with her?” He waited for a smile on his son’s face that never came, and with a gentle sigh sat back in his chair, shrugging. “I just happens, son. We can’t help it.”

Shikamaru ducked his head quickly and lifted his fork once more, just to push his uneaten broccoli around his plate.

“So it’s too soon to say love?”

“Of course it is,” almost spat Shikamaru through a laugh. “I’ve only known her a month, Dad—barely that!”

“Time doesn’t make it any less real.”

He truly never thought he’d have this conversation with his father. Whether it was that he’d never expected to come across anyone like Temari as he dragged his feet through life or whether he just didn’t think Shikaku would care, everything about this was so foreign it felt impossible—surreal, even. If the ground were to have swallowed him up then before he could form any word to respond, that would’ve been fine. If his mother had returned and intruded then that would’ve been so warmly welcomed (but she’d clearly misplaced the corkscrew again and was taking an age.) And worst of all, his father wasn’t easing up on his expectant look just yet.

Honesty, thought Shikamaru. I should just be honest. Tell him I don’t know how I feel yet.

But that wasn’t truly honest, and even if it was such things were so much harder to execute than to say.

“I’m not good with my feelings,” he groaned, dropping his fork. “I don’t have to tell you that.”

“That’s just cause you’ve never had them.”

Shikamaru fortunately registered the humour and shook his head with something that vaguely resembled a smile. “Cold, Dad. Cold.”

“Maybe you could talk to your therapist about it.”

“Aren’t you hilarious?” he said, deciding to keep quiet about the fact that, as it stood, he didn’t actually have one.

“Seriously, boy,” Shikaku chuckled and raised his eyebrows at him, “just be honest with yourself. Tell her how you—”

“Here you go!”

Shikamaru jumped as into the room flew Yoshino, placing before his father a bottle, and a half-empty glass in front of him. Nervously he smiled as his mother frowned.

“What? What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” the men said in unison, sharing a subtly knowing glance as one took a drink and the other lifted his fork slowly.

“Oh, Dad, before I forget,” Shikamaru began, piercing through another lump of broccoli to please his mother. “Can I borrow the car on Saturday?”

With a raised eyebrows, the older man hummed. “Why?”

He cocked his head to one side, lip between his teeth as he momentarily widened his eyes. “Just told Choji I’d—”

“Okay,” Shikaku shot back, understanding instantly. “Go for it. Just don’t crash it—oh, or stain anything in it!”

“Very funny.”

~~~

“Shikamaru?” Kankuro pounded the block of cheese in his hand onto the side before shedding his coat to the ground. “As in flower shop Shikamaru?”

With a gulp the young woman nodded. “Yes.”

“Gaara, why are you egging her on with this?”

“He’s not—”

“Why aren’t you?” intervened Gaara. “Pick your coat up.”

“Because she’s our sister, that’s why! I don’t like the idea of her fucking everything up, and fucking him while she—”

“Kankuro, she’s right bloody here!” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Our sister is a human being capable, frankly, of far superior thought to us. You really think she hasn’t approached this entire situation with the necessary caution?”

“Obviously not if anything at all has happened!” Kankuro gaped and waggled his finger at her accusatively, lowering his tone suspiciously. ‘That’s where you went last night, isn’t it?”

Temari fumbled to speak, her throat closed with anxiety.

“Holy shit, it was!” he laughed. “And the night before—it was his you stayed at wasn’t it?”

“Kankuro,” she began weakly with tired eyes, never getting the chance to explain herself. “Please stop it…”

“Didn’t I tell you, Gaara?”

Sick of being the middle man, the youngest sibling sighed and turned away sheepishly.

“You bloody…you arsehole…” Amazed, Kankuro turned back to his sister and shook his head, arms spread wide. “He bloody knew? And you didn’t tell me a thing?”

She gaped, her nose screwing up more by the second. “Well, excuse me if I didn’t want you to physically attack a perfectly nice and innocent man, Kankuro.”

“Innocent?” he spat. “You don’t watch him every day like I do. You don’t see him and that hot blonde!”

Temari’s blood began to burn through her veins. “My God, you’re so full of shit.”

“And you don’t know him! He’s a bad influence on you—can’t you see that?”

“Spoken by the true angel that you are,” she scoffed. “The man doesn’t even drink! Yes, he smokes, but there’re far worse things he could be doing with his time!”

“I meant professionally, Tem, but if you want to go down that road, let’s go there. Shall we, yeah?” Kankuro crossed his arms, almost snarling. “That girl—the one in the shop he’s always with—you really think that him and her aren’t at it?”

“You’re disgusting…”

“No, Temari!” He shook his head. “I’m just not blind, unlike some. Men are arseholes—”

“You think I haven’t noticed that from living with you?”

Gaara spluttered with laughter, earning a glare from the pair of them, and sunk back into his chair. “Sorry,” he breathed out.

“Temari,” said Kankuro, his voice laden with a sickeningly familiar patronising tone, “just take a minute to be honest with yourself. You know that he is a bad idea, and you know that you can do so much better than this mess that you’ve willingly gotten yourself into!”

Never in her life, even in the first few sessions with Shikamaru, had she ever wanted to sent her fist flying into somebody’s cheekbone as much as she did right now. There were only a handful of times in her life that she’d truly unleashed her rage on her own brothers, and undeniably most of those were to Kankuro, and he was teetering her on the edge of repeating it. Temari could feel her whole body shaking, her fists tightened into white balls from the tension; fixed like concrete and ready to swing. Every square inch of her skin felt like it was flaming and she could sense the most horrible nervous feeling of needles all over her body.

It wasn’t like she was actively waiting to break her brother’s jaw, but if the opportunity presented itself—f she had to hit him at this point—she wouldn’t hesitate. “Three strikes,” she muttered under breath, so quietly the furious man before her barely noticed.

“Temari, you deserve some guy who can pull his own weight…”

Didn’t take long, she thought. Strike one.

“…that you don’t have to fucking baby…”

Strike two.

“…because his is so fucked that can barely hold it together for ten minutes without having to rely on fucking cigarettes and your stupid advice!”

Strike three.

But her hands couldn’t move. Instead, when she felt herself surge forward in her unfiltered glory, words just started to fly out.

“Have you sat down and listened to him talk about his life? About his mind? About how he tried to fucking kill himself, Kankuro?” screamed Temari, her face right up in his. “Do you ever stop to consider what it’s like in someone else’s mind and not in your pessimistic like shit hole you call a brain? God, you’re a prick!”

Kankuro, for a moment seemed speechless. For a split second as his eyes widened and the air in the room grew clammy, it almost felt like she’d hit the right nerve to stop him in his tracks. Because, in reality, how dare he? Where did he earn the right to spout such garbage at her—lies about a kind soul and comments on things he knew literally nothing about? If he was mute from this moment on it would surely be a blessing!

Slowly Temari stepped back, glaring as her voice simmered down to a softer, more scathing vein. “Now what the fuck have you got to say for yourself, huh?”

There was a beat, and Gaara shuffled anxiously at the table as Kankuro stepped up to his sister once more.

“You shouldn’t see him again, Temari; you’re going to get hurt.”

“Oh, shut your damn mouth. Nobody’s going to hurt me but you.” She squinted at him, disgusted by the flickers she could see of her father in his eyes. “Make your own fucking fajitas, asshole.”

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prkrc · 6 years

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hey there demons! it me, sam! this is just parker’s same old intro edited with some updates and wanted / taken connections, so feel free to take a look if you’re interested! messaging me @ellvie is probably easiest!

DISCLAIMER: this is a sideblog so i might post stuff to the wrong acc sometimes js

so, this guy right here…riley ignatius parker-warrington…will throw hands if you call him anything other than parker. it’s what everyone calls him. you gotta be really special to call him riley and not immediately get decked for it. tbh most people probably think parker is his first name anyway so! moving on

parker was born to a wealthy family in a small but affluent village called alderley edge in cheshire, england. he’s the youngest of four sons so he has three older brothers.

his family, the parker-warringtons ( known more commonly as the warringtons ) are stupid rich. it hurts me to think about it askdh. they’re basically the british rockefellers. parker’s great x6 granddad started the family business back a couple centuries ago and nowadays they’ve got their hands in everything from business to architecture to real estate to education to oil…they own a lot of stuff. the warrington building in downtown london was completely made up just now is basically the rockefeller center of the uk.

the family drama has been highly publicized in the uk & europe for longer than anyone can remember at this point, but not as much in america.

anyway, parker spent his early years sheltered and pampered and homeschooled by tutors and nannies bc his parents never had time for him but it’s whatever he got over it really early on in life.

parker’s always been a huge troublemaker with a restless nature so his wealthy, uptight, lowkey shady af parents who are obsessed with the family’s image could never really deal with him and eventually decided to just ship him off to boarding schools all over europe, just one after the other after the other bc he kept getting kicked out lmao.

about the only thing he enjoyed about his childhood and schooling were his music lessons. he was taught to play piano, violin, and even the harp. other things like math and history and science didn’t come easily to him at all, but music? he was great at it and he’s always loved it. during his teen years while away at boarding school was when he first procured an electric guitar and learned to play. along with that, he also discovered punk music, aka the greatest thing in the entire fucking universe if you ask him. far as music goes, he’d found his calling in his early teenage years.

at school he was basically that rebellious kid in all the movies who wore doc martens with his prim & proper school uniform and carried around a pocket knife and cut class to go smoke while vandalizing school property and would absolutely fuck up some prissy pretty boy’s face just for looking at him the wrong way.

literally the only reason he actually graduated rather than flunking out was because his father was able to pull some strings aka bought his very last boarding school a whole new library wing. parker did actually consider running away a few times, but there was a part of him really reaaaaally deep down that actually enjoyed some aspects of school ( though he very strongly believes many education systems across the world need a serious overhaul and blahblahblah don’t ask him unless you want a lecture ). anyway, the moment he was done with school, he did finally skip out on…well, everything and everyone and ditched the country altogether, heading out first to seattle washington, then to los angeles, california, and then he finally settled in new york city when he was twenty years old, meaning that he’s lived in nyc for the last three years!

started his band, rabid porcupine, right after moving to the city. they’re a punk band, popular among the subculture and virtually unknown to everyone else. parker is the lead vocalist, guitarist, songwriter, overall face of the band but don’t get it twisted he could never go solo his whole band is important to him.

his parents have threatened to cut him off & disinherit him about a billion times but will probably never actually do it even though they see him as a huge disgrace to the family name. they call sometimes but he never picks up. if anybody asks he’d probably say that he hates his family but he honestly doesn’t. i don’t think he’s capable of hate lmao. he doesn’t like them and he’d rather stay away from them bc he and his family just do not get along, but at the end of the end of the day, v deep down he has like….a teeny tiny molecule of affection for them even though his family is 100% genuinely awful people

so, parker left nyc for a bit! even though it was only like a week ago in real time i wanna say he’s actually been gone for about two to three months maybe? idk but he went back to england in a rush, just kinda vanishing overnight as he tends to do.

he told no one where he was going or that he was even leaving at all. not even his roommate or…the person he’s very attached to, stas. he didn’t wanna tell anyone why he had to leave.

BUT WE’RE ALL GONNA FIND OUT RIGHT HERE AND NOW SURPRISE! his dad died. yikes. now they had a very…complicated relationship. parker hated his father and his father hated him. tbh his death wouldn’t have been enough for parker to go all the way back to england bc he fucking hates it there if it weren’t for the fact that his dad was pulling some fuck shit from the grave.

long story short, he left the family company to parker in his will. not the family, not his wife, not any of his other three sons. nope. the whole ass billion dollar company, every single subset, everything…was left to one riley ignatius parker-warrington.

naturally he was fucking furious. he hates the family business, he hates their company, he hates office work, and he hates knowing that his father only did it to spite him. he immediately attempted to get rid of the company. tried selling it, just straight up giving it away, even driving it into the ground lmao. just, anything to get it off of his hands and out of his responsibility but nothing has worked so far.

and that’s why he’s back in nyc! he wants a lawyer’s opinion so what i think parker is gonna do here? lowkey try to sneak into town, get some help from a lawyer he trusts and then leave without anyone else noticing or knowing that he was in town at all because he absolutely does not want to be here and he especially doesn’t wanna show his face. too bad for him!

lemme…stop? and just give you a few quick facts bc this is getting super long who’s even still reading this?

looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you

he hasn’t been home in like five years but he still has the heaviest most posh british accent you will ever hear in your life + he knows he’s fulfilling a stereotype here but he doesn’t care he fuckin loves tea

his three older brothers are named sebastian, nikolai, & rian. he doesn’t get along with any of them but he and rian he by far has the worst relationship with rian, his identical twin who’s a few minutes older. unlike most stereotypical twins they’ve literally never been in sync, have never gotten along and have probably beaten each other up before.

his family is big on modern day arranged marriages but you can miss parker with that bullshit he will date whoever he wants

that being said i think he’s probably…straight? idk tho & like who’s really straight anymore honestly

most people think that he’s a jerk bc he’s incredibly standoffish and temperamental but he’s actually…not that bad? like he’s sure he’s permanently grumpy but he also holds the door open for people and says thank you to janitors and probably helps old ladies across the street and would literally rather die than be rude to wait staff in a restaurant

seemingly very passionate about everything always openly expresses his emotions. he doesn’t…know how to hide them? he doesn’t know how to pretend like he doesn’t care?

adrenaline junkie, reckless af & likes to party but isn’t into hard drugs. he’s tried once or twice but just really isn’t a fan. he smokes & drinks & smokes weed sometimes but that’s it

very observant and good at reading people

basically the walking talking rl embodiment of the jerk with a heart of gold trope.

knows he’s not the easiest person to befriend but if you are his friend, then he’s gonna be loyal af, the realest ride or die of all time

however, he tends to take the tough love route when he’s trying to help someone out. like just bc you’re his friend he’s not gonna coddle you bc you’re upset he’s gonna tell you how to how to deal with your problems & emotions

which is funny bc lmao he’s angry af 1000% of the time. will throw hands anytime anywhere

so to the surprise as nobody he took up boxing as a kid and to this day it’s the only sport he cares about at all. he still boxes once or twice a week as a hobby & it’s probs pretty good for him tbh

also took a lot of music lessons back in the day. he’s actually a very talented pianist who probably could’ve gone on to play professionally if he stuck with it but nah. he likes the guitar. you’ll probs never catch him playing the piano which is a shame bc he honestly is a beautiful pianist :/

worked as an auto mechanic before he committed to his band full time but highkey misses it sometimes. he still likes cars & absolutely loves motorcycles, will talk about them all day with you if you want.

he has a motorcycle which pretty much built it himself from scratch and it’s just…it’s literally his child ok he will freak if you so much as lay a hand on his motorcycle ok /f r e a k/ like don’t even look at it the wrong way

feminist af

parker is grumpy and angry and standoffish but look he really is and really tries to be a decent guy. anyone who knows him well would see that very clearly and honestly, that’s probably why they stick around even though he can be difficult.

CONNECTIONS

family

future step sibling - genesis iver

maternal cousin, don’t get along - open.

paternal cousin, basically the only family member he likes - ingrid larson

romantic

ex girlfriend / highkey in love - anastasia sangster

ex on good terms - open.

ex on bad terms - open.

former toxic on / off relationship - open.

fwb - maia kauri.

former fwb - open.

platonic

best friend / ride or die - mason grey

roommate - open. please check the main for info on this wc!

close friends - reese monroe, kennedy drakos, isla thompson, open to more.

friends - warren daily, marnie almeida, sullivan ramsey, alexandra blakely, cameron jones, open to more.

unlikely friends - wren daily, open to more.

frenemies - rosalind cox, jake carver, open to more.

attempted good influence - logan van kamp

workout buddy - willow sparks

negative

enemies - lukas donovan, open to several. parker is a goblin so he could’ve pissed someone off for many reasons

ex friends - jay weston, open to more.

doesn’t like / trust - lex sinclair

since this is officially a novel i think it’s time for me to sTOP LMAO. i have no specific wc in mind but i’d love to plot so please feel free to message me if you’re interested! as always i’m super excited to plot and write with everyone!

#excessintro #death tw #mostly just for my personal reference but he could use some connections so pls feel free to take a look!

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drunkjaked · 2 years

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i know i already sent two asks in today (so sorry) but i just wanted to share some good things that's happened to me recently if thats okay ??? if its not please do ignore i just wanted to share with you !!! ( ^^ ) so .. i got more into these two groups recently & they have been bringing me so much happiness & calmness in hard times 💭 on another note T__T its been so-so but i feel happy bcs i get to be free of stress soon!!!!!! i also have been (trying ><) to come in terms with myself and that kinda gives me relief <3 just its been good for the past week nd im hoping it stays good for a long while ~3~ my anxiety is still at peak sometimes but its better than before so it's such an achievement for me ). . ( i just felt to share that with you! u're so homely so i feel safe talking to you???? im sorry its so cringe to say that and i don't mean to make you uncomfortable ☹️ you always manage to make me feel important hhh o_< sorry for dumping that on u but thank you for everything! anyways since i wont be able to send a relatively ... gross ... ask (also please pick between 1-4 so i can decide what ask to send first bcs yes 🤍 i do pre-write before i send the asks to u :( just want the best impression!) until friday ??? please do take care (im sorry i always say this) and make sure to drink plenty of water <33 (i dont know if this will work but when im on my period i drink so so much water and it stops my cramps and sometimes even shortens my period) ++ eat your three meals & rest well 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 im writing this at night so im going to bed soon but whenever you see this i hope you're doing fine <333333 sweet dreams sax !!!!!! U__U

from: 🐰 <3

p.s ... im sorry for all the () action i just have so much to say but so little brain energy TT also feel like i overshared im sorry if i made or make you uncomfortable please do tell me if i do so i know what better way to say things thank you for listening to me! goodnight really this time 💟

don't apologise u can send me as many asks as u want i love chatting w u, i promise! that's fun to hear, do u mind sharing what groups they are so i could check them out too?

i've been so worried about u since ur last ask so i feel so relieved to hear that you've been feeling better lately, thank u sm 🐰 for the update!! it definitely is an achievement so i hope u do something to celebrate it - it doesn't have to be anything big.. even if u treat urself to a good read or show or smth else u enjoy, just make sure to acknowledge all of these things even if they may seem small in the grand scheme of things <33 im rooting for u always

you feel safe talking to me??? ohhhhh my days that is so so so so kind of you to say and im so glad to hear it because i want that for everyone who interacts w me, i really want this blog to feel like a safe place and for me to feel like a friend so i will work harder in the future to maintain that for u and everyone else <33 agh ur so sweet and i only make u feel important bc u are important!! im always gonna be here for u and u can tell me anything u feel comfortable sharing! i have a twt acc and a discord if u would ever wanna chat w me outside of asks, but only if u feel comfortable doing so! im more than happy to chat w u in asks but just incase u ever want smth more private <3

hmm i pick number 3 bc today the 30th day of the 3rd month! it's so fun that u write ur asks in advance but it makes sense now that u say it, u always write so well and clearly that i can tell u put a lot of time into it ! take ur time sending those there is absolutely no rush on that!!!

im really bad w drinking water but i'll take this advice!! it's my last day today so hopefully it should be alright, i don't normally get such bad cramps idk what was going on this month 😭

sweet dreams right back to u 🐰!! i actually just woke up about an hour ago but i slept very well <3 im sending u all the love in the world and i really hope to chat w u soon!!!!

and dw abt that i love reading ur thoughts in the brackets i tend to thAt a lot so it’s nice seeing ur brain kinda working as u type 😭 and remember u can always tell me anything

from: sax (always ur buddy) 💌🫀

#🐰 anon #saxophonist 💌🫀

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update: i didn’t end up spending last night drinking tea, reading and watching a movie bc i had such a long depression nap (w the lights on) that i just didn’t wanna wake up NSNSJSKS ugh i was so upset so i fell asleep at like 7pm and slept in till like 9am 🤡 N E WAYS it’s okay tho bc it’s currently 10:50pm and my parents are upstairs going to sleep and i have a hot chocolate, tea is steeping, a book by my side, headphones (for my audiobook), and i’m about to turn on a movie (i’m still not sure what). i got my mum to take the pics for me before she went to bed and i’m much happier w them than the other ones (i still feel like i look so ugly but i can’t do much about my overgrown eyebrows w the beauticians closed bc ✨lockdown✨ and i always look chubby anyways bc that’s just how i look) so yeah whatever i’ll submit my first part of project hush hush tomorrow bc the pics finally look good enough to be assessed AHAHA also i’ve never watched khabi khushi khabi gham!! i would bc everyone loves it but aus netflix doesn’t have it :’( the hollywood movie i was thinking of watching was chalte chalte bc idk it looks good and it has shah rukh khan in it so like why not but idk if i’m in a bollywood mood rn 😭 idk i’ll update later (hopefully w a movie i acc watched) anyways update me on you too, how’re you feeling sickness wise? and how’s work going, considering you’re not well? - 🕯

Sometimes a depression nap is sooo much better 😭 damn lights on too 💀 I get that lmaoo but atleast you can do that al now haha and omg you haven’t??? U NEED TO like pls it’s such a classic and aus Netflix needs to supply better! But chalte chalte is a good film too (my mum loves shah Rukh Khan) but like yesterday you could always watch a studio ghibli movie

I’m glad you prefer the new photos tho for project hush hush and oof overgrown eyebrows I felt that wgahdlg thank god I kinda know how to do my brows over wise it would be a mess haha but I’m sure you look so good😍 and I will not listen to anything against that :/

Update on my cold: I could breathe today in the morning (used up a while toilet roll but not important lol) I think I’m gonna be good so I’m feeling better and yeah I don’t think I’ll go in this weekend and they would probs send me home anyway 🥲 BUT I’ve been watching inuyasha as confort anime lmao and I just got my grad pics (not too bad a lil shiny but what can I do :( but it’s fine) okay anyways I hope you pick a film and enjoy relaxing 😂

#b.interacts #honeyb{🕯anon}

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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toffee!

lol same, idk how some people are so calm and cool when the slightest inconvenience comes their way- i could never. :( that sucks ass, but i hope soon everyone will be able to get outside and interacting again. have you been able to have small outings, like walks or smth? fresh air- even in your backyard- is very important.

oh thats cool that we have a similar technique! i definitely agree, sometimes when a story is just not interesting i drag my feet on the way to write it, and when i do write, it tends to be less enjoyable and of lower quality than when im motivated and excited about it. do you have any tips for getting that momentum going? im trying to update my fic acc but there just never seems to be a time ;n;

yeah i totally agree, it can be very awkward, especially when the idols people are obsessing over are young. like nikki from enhypen, i love that boy like hes my child, and would lowkey kill a man to be able to tell him that, but it makes me very *uncomfy* to see people making edits and raving about how hot he it, like- my guy is 15 years old, give him some space. i mean, im in a glass house as well, so i probably shouldnt be throwing stones, but like, can people not wait until the idol is not a minor anymore? smh that does bring up the whole "companies should wait until the idols arent children (cough boy story cough) before they debut issue" but if we get into that then well be continuing this discussion long after the aforementioned idols have gone into military service so anywaysss

*sigh* i guess y/n and chan will never be happy since their benevolent (or malevolent) creator cant seem to write something without angst/major character death/heartwrenching endings (/j) tbh, fair and valid, i dont think there could be anything other than the perfect sweet as a supermarket bought cupcake ending and that honestly wouldnt have fitted the story/character arc as well as your writing style and the mood of the song as well, so as much as it tears me apart (/hj) i think its better you leave it like that

no problem, i didnt want the schedule to be a cause of anxiety for you at all, so if its making you stress then feel absolutely free to toss it all out the window, ill just check a bit more often

goddamn this was long, sorry

<3 w.a. 🐺

i guess people that are calm when met with inconveniences just have been raised to deal with it on the spot. or they might be panicking internally and aren't too vocal about it. i used to be able to handle anything easily but i got more anxious in quarantine e.e we can technically get out? but i have strict parents and there was only ever one friend who could 'break' me out of my house. he's not here rn atm so i can't go out with my friends as much as i used to. i still go out tho but with my fam.

yeah writing is supposed to be fun! so yeah if non-chronological works for you, what’s stopping you? when i feel really stuck i stop entirely and usually inspiration comes back in a day or two when i feel rested. i also start reading again. idk how it helps me but after picking up a book suddenly i can write again :’ ) also listen to music? if you’re the type to pick inspo off tracks.

bro i can’t even look at anyone under ‘00 in that way so i don’t get why people thirst (like explicit thirst) over m*nor idols like ??? doesn’t it smell like p*do here skdjfs it’s ok to admire them for looks to a certain extent but know your limits. kids really shouldn’t be put in an industry that wild tbh but that’s how their industry has been :/ i doubt it’ll ever change.

HEY. i have written fluff fics >: ( i have like 3 for chan specifically. but fr tho, i just can’t see fluff and a team in the same sentence. i could write a flangsty scene, i have thoughts and a draft but no inspo unfortunately.

anw, don’t apologize for long asks. i love them i just take a while to reply back AHAHA i actually saved this ask for tonight because THOUGHTS ON THE ALBUM?@#!?

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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riskeith · 4 years

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i couldn’t stop smiling reading your last message i’m literally so happy atm. you’re so cute and i’m SO happy. i reread it three times and giggled so loud my brother asked why i was laughing... 🥺 he’s in the next freaking room 🥺

sappiness aside: YES!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE? i wish i could give my luck to you as you deserve it much more ): it’s true but it’s still important if you wanna do well in combat sadly haha dhdydbjdnd like you said it’s very inconvenient to have a unbalanced team but i decided that i’m just gonna switch around with the characters i have when it’s needed yk? they’re all mostly around the same levels so it works fine rn.. or it will until i have to focus on who i want to focus on ascending when i get to higher levels bc payments and materials and all.. sigh there’s so much to think about with too many cute characters... anyway how many rolls have you done since you started playing? do you remember?

OH???? is it easier on pc? i’ve always enjoyed smaller consoles tbh (like switch or even phone) bc it’s easier to focus so it wasn’t that difficult for me. but like you said it might just be a ‘getting used to it’ thing. also now that you’ve seen both; which differences are there in the game? are you gonna have two different accs?

i did restart it from the first ep!!! i figured i might as well get the ~full~ experience. it’s been a while too so it’s like a new experience but not rly? it’s like traveling back to your home country and you’re like wow... i belong here even if i’m not here all the time dhsjsjdhfh bad example but you know what i mean?i’ll keep you updated! rn i’m at training camp part of s1 and it’s great!!! just having a blast tbh. needed this especially now that school is back... :(

i guess we are talking about voltron in 20fucking21. i don’t know if i love that for us or not.... (our honeymoon can be whenever you want babe pick a date and i’m There 😏)

pls unrequited love is soo good. it hurts but it’s good too? haha, maybe if one has experiences with it it just hits different yk? but i’m with you—watching voltron i always always had the headcanon that keith first started to feel smth for lance in the ‘we did it’ scene and actually thought ‘i’m in love’ during the black lion scene. like the proof is all there... s8 and the sunset scene just proves his longlasting feelings nobody can tell me otherwise. keith is the type to cherish the people he loves a lot because he barely has anyone and that means putting their happiness above anything else and lance’s happiness was allura for a while and he just... accepted that despite yearning . god . i always think about is bittersweet smile while having his speech. it’s like; i know that you’re great and you should know that you’re great too and if she can’t see it she doesn’t deserve you.

you freaking out over the leave the math to pidge scene... losing my fucking mind. girl they’re literally in love fuckinf crying 😭😭😭😭😭 they depend on each other SO much like the show runners always push the ‘hunk and lance bffs’ agenda ok sure but in the show hunk was never there for lance the same way keith was. they just eased each other’s anxieties without having any expectations on each other at all? yet they surpassed all of them. the other was just.. there. always. remember the ‘we all miss shiro’ scene too???? the entire team looked at lance and wanted him to step up!!!!!! like HELLO??????? and the second lance spoke keith just calmed down... kill me now. if that doesn’t show much trust and appriciation and respect there was between them idk what does. and the fact that the others know that despite their differences they still need each other just..... yeah. *cries*

YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD. i get you tho klance is just... comfort ship but the ship that leaves you depressed too. i’m sure you could still write them perfectly but i’m absolutely in no way pressuring you at all you truly don’t have to if you can’t. i know how hard it can be to write when the motivation is just not there... :/ anyway idk what i’d prompt i just love your fics babe hsjdhdjdjdk. that’s so boring of me to say help but everything you write i love so.. surprise me? i can’t believe you have a final klance fic tho that sounds so sad.... ): i’m curious what it’s about but maybe it’s better to keep it hush hush.. hm?

i hope you’ve slept well!! you make me so happy!! kisses! xxxxxx

FHSJFKDS that makes /me/ so happy to hear!!! i was sitting on my bed smiling like a FOOL reading this ahahahaha. and soz to your brother but what can i say 🤪🤪

nooooo im so glad you got a 5 star already pls it’s fine im just gonna use all my primogems on xiao banner and it’ll end up okay fhskjdfds. yeah just switching charas in when needed totally works too! it’s just annoying when you accidentally get caught up in combat and it’s just ‘oop im level 1 against level 50′ AHAH. (tho i guess you won’t run into that issue yet?) honestly yeah there’s so much to do with the characters like ascending, constellations, talents, weapons, it’s just like.. what do i do first.... and who..... afhdskjfhsjf sometimes i just want to use character bc pretty and that should be enough 😔

hmmmm for the character event banner I believe i’m at 60 or 70 rn? so i’m reaaaally close to pity which is why when xiao comes 🙏🙏🙏 and for the standard banner i have no idea, maybe 40? so yeahhhh LOL... i keep saying this (and i better not be jinxing it BUT) im hoping it’ll all pay off...... i hope it’s all been building up for xiao... c6 xiao.. come home FHDKSJHDS

i definitely prefer it on PC! controls aside i just like the bigger screen tbh (my laptop is 15″). mostly the differences are the controls/buttons! since you can’t hold down multiple buttons at once on mobile, they’ve got more to cover all the functions (pc doesn’t have an extra dash button, we just right click or press shift; if we’re in the air i think one of the buttons turns into the drop down/plunge, rather than showing like 3 on mobile? i can’t remember precisely but yeahhh; there’s also the joystick on the left side of the screen on mobile that obviously isn’t there on pc bc we have the keyboard. it’s also harder to move the camera around whilst doing things on mobile i feel?)

and nah i don’t think i’ll make another acc, esp since i’ve gotten so far into game already but i did definitely think about it as a possibility ahahah (bc of my bad luck... i was wondering if i did a reroll (second) acc i might be able to get diluc FJKHSKDFS)

omg it feels like coming home what a good description 😩😩 haikyuu is just such a fun warm experience! legit so comforting and light-hearted but also get deep when it needs to be. oh yes training camp <33 gosh they were so young then :’) HAHAAH. and noooooo school has started up for you again? rip i wish you the best of luck 😔💪

maybe 2k21 is the year of revisiting old things...... god voltron ended in 2018 can you BELIEVE that (😏😏😏 i was gonna mention playing genshin co-op together (even back when you first started) HAAHAH but i assume you play in europe server? im asia rip 😥)

WE DID IT WE ARE A GOOD TEAM!! THE FUCKING PURPLE AROUND THEM!!!! THE SMILEEEE OH MY GOD THE BONDING MOMENT THE. fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk every time you mentioned a single line or scene im just. all the memories come flooding back fhdsfkhsdjf. hang on a second.. they are red and blue.... the scene was purple... surely i knew this back then but im thinking about it now and?????/ oh my god

the sunset scene!!!!!!!!!! that is Peak pining keith unrequited love and pain scene... my goodness. “that means putting their happiness above anything else” NOOOOOOOOOOO you are so right tho 😭😭😭😭😭 please keith deserves the univerise <333 :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( the fact that lance seeked him out for that too.. just like old times.. “you can sure be a hard guy to find when you wanna be huh” the way i still remember that ugh they really were my everything 😔

YES!! like they pushed the whole lance+hunk+pidge thing but then in the actual show had hunk+pidge treat lance like shit and belittle him so often?? like ?????????? (once again where fanon saves us 😩) and oh my god yeah.. when everyone turned to him and lance like walked up to keith and then said all that.. we actually had so many moments?? god. *cries with you*

speaking of shiro.. s06e05 the black paladins!!! “shiro.. please.. you’re my brother.. i love you..” “just let go, keith” 😭😭 keith suffered so much AND FOR WHAT my god i miss him so much oh no

FSHFKJDS “surprise me” the only reason im asking is bc i have no ideas!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but i shall think.. (and if you want to think and help me out too.. 👐) & i’ve actually posted about that final fic a lot! LMAO that’s how you know i know i’m never gonna finish fdskhfksjd but in case you do wanna see, here are some links: one, two, three

thank you!! i stayed up to 4am like an idiot LOL but i swear today.... and same 😭 im so so happy to have met you 🥰❣ muah! xoxoxox

#we're really taking a trip down memory lane damn #marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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IT COMPRESSED US ECONOMICALLY TOO, AND IN SOME WAYS A WORSE KIND OF HARD

The most dramatic example of Web 2. The problem is, people who propose new checks almost never consider that the check itself has a cost.1 And since the latter is huge the former should be too. In the limit case, by writing a Lisp interpreter in the less powerful language. Specific numbers are good. Producers of technology tradeshows and conferences, according to their site. The point is not just a barbershop whose founders were unusually lucky and hard-working.2 And people's desires seem to be of the form x meets y.3 Companies do them because they need a job.4 0 i return s 0 return bar Python users might legitimately ask why they can't just write def foo n: class acc: def __init__ self, n: self. One reason Europe pulled ahead was that the proper role of anteaters is to poke their noses into anthills.

0 mean anything more than the name of a conference yet? The screen's too shiny, and the essay will still survive. Many of the big, national corporation. If you want cohesion now, you'd have to induce it deliberately. The mistake they're making is that by basing their opinions on anecdotal evidence they're implicitly judging by the median startup, the whole concept of a startup.5 Venture investors are driven by something else. But the most immediate evidence I had that something was amiss was that I couldn't talk to them, Yahoo's revenues would have decreased.6

Here's a sign of trouble. That has always been the case for thinkers, which is one of Silicon Valley's biggest weaknesses. Programmers, though, like it better when they write more code. If it becomes common to start a startup, you had to convince investors there will be a lot of growth in this area, just as automating things often turns out to be. It happened to cloth manufacture in the thirteenth century, generating the wealth that later brought about the Renaissance. One of the most popular sites were loaded with obtrusive branding that made them want to buy us. 0 mean anything more than the name of the Web 2.7 Well, this doesn't sound that unreasonable. And so most of them don't.8 That was new.9 Miss out on what? I.

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We fell into the classic problem of how when a new medium comes out it adopts the practices, the content of your description approaches zero. Bar neighborhood is a sufficient idea for a small business. Another sign of user need is when people pay a lot for something.11 What do they all have in common is that they're all more concentrated forms of less addictive predecessors. We usually advise startups to pick a growth rate reduces the otherwise bewilderingly multifarious problem of starting a startup into an optimization problem. During the 90s a lot of startups—more than most people realize, because they didn't want to think about. The result of that miscalculation was an explosion of inexpensive PC clones.12 Part of what's going on, of course, but educated people rarely did, because in those days of big companies often meant scurrying around trying to avoid losses, but by then it was too late. The industries themselves changed. One reason founders resist describing their projects concisely is that, at this early stage, there are no customs yet to guide you.13 It's a pattern we see over and over in technology. In a sense, they are.

It magnifies work. The second big element of Web 2. They are to the print media, or trying to tack upwind by suing their customers, like Microsoft and the record labels. The patent pledge is in effect a narrower but open source Don't be evil, and of course Google set off the whole Ajax boom with Google Maps. Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to search the web. O'Reilly led a session intended to figure out how to make them cheaply; many more get built; and as a result they can be swapped out for another supplier. Promising new startups are often discovered by developers.14 Isn't computer technology something that changes very rapidly? But it was going to happen—whatever Web 2. And in fact, don't even ask for their email address unless you need to do.15 Within large organizations, the phrase used to describe this approach is industry best practice, and the company loses, he can't be blamed.16 And yet while there are clearly a lot of words on a slide, people just skip reading it.

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Successful founders are effective. None at all. If you actually started acting like adults.

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Requests Update!!!

A/N: This is the order in which we received these requests. I’m going to try writing them in the order we’ve gotten them so expect this to also be the rough order in which they’re posted.

Also of yours isn’t here and it was sent in before the requests closed, I’ve probably lost it somewhere. Feel free to resend it (make sure to specify that it was before the close off please!!) and I’ll work out roughly where it’s meant to be in the list. Thanks guys!

- Maddy

REQUESTS IN PROGRESS

1. Could you do a fic where the reader gets her hair cut short like a boy and Mycroft and Sherlock make fun of her and she starts crying but John thinks she looks beautiful and confesses his feelings for her to cheer her up? And then they kiss or something? Thx! - anonymous

2. Can u please do a reader x Sherlock where the reader is a Muslim, wears a headscarf and is British Bengali. Sorry that’s super specific but I never see anything like that. Also your writing skills are awesome. Thanks soooo muxh if u can do it and I absolutely understand if u cant. Thnx xx - anonymous

3. Hey it’s me again Haha so I was hoping if I could request that reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter (or maybe sister would work better for you?) and she manages to drag her boyfriend coughSherlockcough to America during a holiday to meet him(?) that was my idea and I know it’s a really weird and specific niche of fic but if you guys are comfortable with it ik you’re the best ones to pull it off - anonymous

4. could i get a sherlock x reader with prompts 92, 95, 97? Its a bit of an odd request sorry - anonymous

5. Can I make a Sherlock x male!reader request and they’re married (that is why Sherlock is so unfazed by other people) anyway, he just shows up one day and people are clueless as to how Sherlock snatched up such a gentlemen and why they’ve never met him before (except mycroft and mrs Hudson ofc) Thanks~🎉 - anonymous

6. Hey I was wondering if you could please write a mycroftxdaughter!reader where he wakes up in the cell in Sherrinford to find her next to him and how he would help through all the different stages of it. Thanks :) - anonymous

7. Hellooo What do you think about a Sherlockxreader in which the reader is a hacker working for the government and one day Mycroft brings her to Baker Street to help Sherlock and John with a case? And could you make her personality very smart and sassy? Thanks ❤️ - M (asked as anonymous)

8. could you please write a fluff where Sherlock and reader are getting married(small ceremony) and Sherlock is really really nervous, ending with beautiful vows? thank you :) - @narcissistvirgolady

9. a Sherlock x reader where the reader gets really angry at Sherlock for being distant lately with his cases, so he decides to surprise her ( the reader ) with a carefully planned date. Hope it is possible! - @justoneystrdy

10. Could u write a oneshot where the reader is Sherlocks daughter and the reader is pregnant and she is pretty far along in her pregnancy so she struggles to do super simple things and Sherlock and john keep offering to help and they try to help her but she is determined to do it herself, but after a long frustrating day she gives in to the help? - anonymous

11. Hey! I was wondering if I could request a Sherlock x reader where they are married and expecting a baby and Sherlock is all frantic, but the moment he holds his child he knows is the moment that he waited all along. By the way, I love your blog! I wish I had those writing skills😂 - anonymous

12. Hey! I was wondering if you could do a request (series or oneshot whatever) that takes place after Mary died, but instead of Sherlock receiving the CD Y/N receives it, and Mary tells her she has to save John and Sherlock otherwise they’ll pretty much self-destruct?? And Y/N gets herself kidnapped or something to bring those two back together?? Whatever you want! Also, could Nyla do this one?? If not, I understand. - @anonymous-requests

13. Sup! Could you guys make a one Shot about Sherlock meeting Mycroft and his new Assistant (Y/N) (cuz Anthea was snitching with Irene i think) and Y/N is late at first. She’s very Young, around 20 and he makes a joke about Mycroft picking high schoolers or so idk haha, and clumsy and sentiment and all lol And when he deducts her he knows she’s having a depression and all and he have to nice and idk sorry ig ITS Long , was a Dream of last Night tbh hahah Btw Love your side 🙏🏻 - anonymous

14. Hiii this is for Maddy Could u do a request where John, Sherlock and the reader are working on a case and u (reader) ends up getting shot and rushed to the hospital and John and Sherlock go into a rage trying to find shooter to the point where Mycroft is unsure of what either might do once they find the man and he goes to u who is recovering and u (can reader be girl?) have to hunt them down to stop them from doing something theyll both regret but then something shocking happens to u? Angsty plz - anonymous

15. So there’s these two songs I absolutely love, and I was wondering if someone could do a songfic for one of them (“Oh My Love” by Silver Trees or “Dear Doubt” by Michael Schulte) where Sherlock thinks the reader is dead but receives a note that could only be from her except no one believes him, thinking its a prank, but then she shows asking for his forgiveness and he refuses to forgive her, avoiding her at all cost. Maybe sad, or bittersweet, ending??? Also, I love you all you’re all AMAZING ❤️❤ - anonymous

16. Can you do a request where Sherlock and Y/N are best friends, where she gets to see a side of him where he laughs until he cries and he shows his emotions to her sometimes, but they’re only best friends. She loves to pull pranks on people constantly, especially cruel pranks on Sally and Anderson for everything they say to Sherlock, but she does and it’s all really hilarious to both of them, and Molly of course gets super jealous and a bunch of girls do which makes it funnier to them?? And can you add in prompts “THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD” and “Huh. And I thought /I/ was dramatic.” (Srry can’t remember the prompt numbers!) thanks!!!! Also, could Maddy write this?? If not that’s okay - @anonymous-requests

17. Could you do a Mycroft x Reader were the Reader sees him every day but dont know who he is and is absolutly fascinated by the way he is and looks like? And someday he ask her how she could know he is the british government and she is all alike ‘what? No ich dont know anything about you’ - anonymous

18. Hey are the requests still open? :3 Could you do 6 and 25 with sherlock x fem! Reader? If not its alright aswell, i like your writingstyle :3 - @konankami

19. Are you guys still accepting the numbered requests? I’d so, could you please do 16,20,and 26? I love all of your guys’ writing skills!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤ - anonymous

20. Hey! Could i get a sherlock x reader, where she is an old friend of John’s and she comes to 221b to catch up with him and Sherlock falls in love with her but he thinks she’s dating John and they (her and John) decide to prank Sherlock by pretending to 'get jiggy with it’ and it ends with her dating sherlock? Sorry if it seems weird xx - anonymous

21. Could you do one with Moriarty? 6,8,19,36,64,117 Sorry if its too much - anonymous

22. Hey! Could you do a Sherlock x reader where the reader doesn’t have any hair and she’s low key insecure about it and one day Sherlock just kind of deduces it and tries to tell her that she’s ridiculous in his own way ( so like not :“what do you mean, you look great!” Because I, myself have experienced that and it doesn’t actually make you feel any better) Sorry if this was really long…. Thank You❤️❤️❤️(love the acc) - anonymous

23. Hello love! I have a request for a Sherlock imagine. After ten long years of no meeting with Sherlcok because reader suddenly disappears, she is now a client of Sherlock and brings her daughter with her. Little did he know she was as intelligent as him because he’s the father. Thanks a bunch!!! - anonymous

24. hello, can i request a sherlockxreader imagine?when he’s “engaged” with janine, the reader didn’t like her and when john wants to tell her about s&j’s relationship, she makes comments abt her (like “she seemed quite arrogant, an opportunist"etc) but then she discovers the thing and is sad bc she likes sherlock, what are the others reactions? sorry i love your blog - anonymous

25. Hi um I was wondering if you could write me a Sherlock x reader where reader is shy and insecure because of there disability a limp when they walk as she thinks it makes her ugly so she tries to hide it when she meets people by concentrating on her walking but Sherlock analyses her and sees she is insecure and tells her she shouldn’t be because she’s beautiful I know this sounds fluffy and is specific but if you could do it or something similar I would really appreciate it either way thank you x -anonymous

26. i wanted to request a sherlock x reader where he notices her having trouble breathing etc and he finds out about her binding and he helps her buy a binder and she says her pronouns are they/them? thank you for everything xxx - anonymous

27. Hi i have an imagine request, a jealous sherlock x reader, where she’s an artist (illustrator or painter or something) and she’s having a lot of activities with her artist peers and he gets jealous and insecure bc they have way more things in common w her than he has (as they are complete opposites in their lifestyles lol). Just fluff and fun, thanksss ily all💙 - anonymous

28. Could you do a 1,24,31 Mycroft imagine,where the reader gets shot by Moriarty. - anonymous

#requests info #request list #maddy

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