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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Lacuna | Chapter 2

The early spring morning was cool, but the rising sun promised warmth in the coming hours. Still, Kahli shivered in the damp, empty house. She cursed her father silently as she dressed quickly and trudged through the house. She spent most of the evening debating whether to return to Barnarock, but finally decided against it. Even though she was completely alone in Portia, she didn’t exactly have much back home, either. And her aunt was all too eager to get her out of the house.

It was time she get out into the world and make a life for herself. She needed to find purpose, to find her place in the world. She had no idea where to start, but perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. It felt like a slap in the face, but she would make the best of it. It sure beat the long boat ride back, anyway.

She knew she would need to make some money if she wanted to do anything, and though she didn’t have any particular set of skills, her father did leave her with notebooks upon notebooks of sketches and instructions. It seemed she would be a builder after all. At least it would bring in some money.

Her stomach growled. Money for food. And coffee. She desperately needed both.

She stepped outside into the warmth of the sun and took a moment to take in her surroundings. A vast wheat field was spread out in front of her just on the other side of the road. She could make out a few buildings beyond the field, and what looked to be several other fields lush with green grass. She could barely make out the shapes of cows and horses grazing quietly.

To her left was the road back to the harbor. She had a clear view of the ocean, the sun glittering on its surface. Green, rolling fields stretched on behind her house to the distance mountains. And the center of town, tucked in behind its tall walls, was to her right.

She stepped through the gate and casually checked the mailbox, as if expecting to find another note from her father, but it was empty. She sighed, then followed the road through the gates and into town.

It was early in the morning, but people milled about the streets, stepping out of their homes and chatting with one another. A few kids ran down a hill, laughing and shouting to one another with book bags on their backs. Across the plaza was a row of buildings, clearly marked. The first one read A&G, the second read Commerce Guild, and the third read Townhall.

Kahli made her way across the plaza, making eye contact with a few curious strangers. She offered them smiles in greeting, feeling shy and overwhelmed. She hurried across toward the commerce building, trotting up the steps and inside.

A young man stood behind a round desk, and he looked up when Kahli entered. He offered her a smile and a soft hello in greeting. As promised, Presley was waiting, and he immediately approached her.

“There you are! Glad you came by. How ar eyou settling in?”

“Alright,” Kahli said sheepishly.

“Good, good,” Presley said. “Let me introduce you to the commerce guild. We’re the organization that orchestrates trade across the entire Free Cities region. Naturally, this is the Portia branch. We're pretty busy throughout the year. Lots of people comission our builders here. So, if you’re looking to make some money, this is the place to be. Whatta ya say? Up for the challenge?”

“Guess I don’t have much of a choice,” Kahli said.

“Well,” Presley started, hesitant.

Kahli offered him a smile. She had to remind herself not to take her anger towards her father out on anyone else. “I mean,” she started. “I just… I’m not my father.”

Presley offered her a kind smiled. “Well, now,” he started. “There’s a place for everyone here in Portia. If you decide this isn’t for you, I’m sure we can find something else, hm?”

“I’m up to give it a try,” Kahli said. “How do I start?”

“Well, you’ll need to register your workshop with Mayor Gale. Once you do that, you can start taking commissions and earning some money. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Kahli followed Presley next door. A short, round man sat behind a large desk, and he stood as they entered.

“Gale,” Presley started. “This Is Kahli, Maurice’s daughter. She got in last night. Here to register with the commerce guild.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” Gale said excitedly. “Welcome to Portia, Kahli! I’m Gale, the mayor of this town. It is truly wonderful to see young people getting involved in the telesis of our society.”

Kahli smiled. “Portia is beautiful. I can’t believe my father never mentioned being here.”

Gale hesitated. “Well, we’re glad to have you here.” He turned to his desk and shuffled through some folders for a moment, then pulled out a few pages paperclipped together. He moved to Kahli and handed them to her.

“Let’s get you set up then, shall we? Just need you to fill out some information here. Here, have a seat.” He gestured to a chair in front of his desk and Kahli sat. She took up a pen and began filling out the information as Gale continued to speak, informing her of the weekly town wide meetings and rambling on about some of the citizens in town.

“You’ll get to know everyone quickly, I’m sure,” he said. “You’ll also see Arlo, Remington, and Sam around a lot. They’re part of the Civil Corps. They’re responsible for keeping Portia safe, though I’m sure you’re familiar with the Corps. And there’s Petra and Merlin at the research center just down the road, next to the school. They’ll be able to help provide diagrams for some of your commissions, so be sure to stop in when you get a chance.”

Kahli finished filling out the forms as he spoke. She signed her name at the end and handed them to Gale. “Petra and Merlin, got it.”

“Well, now,” Presley said. “You’re a bonafide workshop owner! Your father would have been proud!”

“Sure,” Kahli said with a shrug.

“Thanks for your help, Gale,” Presley said to the mayor. “I’ll take it from here.”

“Good luck, Kahli. I look forwad to having you around town.”

Kahli followed Presley back to the commerce guild, listening as he babbled on about the commission process. Inside, they stopped at a bulletain board.

“Commissions get posted here,” he explained to her. “Based on the speed and quality of your work, we make a ranking of the workshops every week. Here, see?”

Kahli bit her lip. “There are other workshops?”

“Yup! Adding yours, there will be five workshops in our jurisdiction. But I bet you’ll be number one in know time, just like your father.”

“Sure,” she muttered.

“Once you’re done with your orders, you can pick up the commission fee from Antoine if it’s from the guild or directly from whoever commissioned you.”

The young man behind the round desk looked up at the mention of his name and waved to Kahli.

“You’ll likely make most of your money through the guild, but you can build and sell directly to the market as well. And since you’re just starting out, I’ve saved a commission for you. Your first one.”

But before Kahli could take the page from Presley, the door opened and a man entered. He immediately sneered at them, then snatched the page from Presley’s outstretched hand.

“Playing favorites are we?”

“Higgins,” Presley said sternly. “Don’t you have enough work to keep you busy?”

“There are never too many commissions,” Higgins said. His gaze narrowed on Kahli before stepping out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.

“That’s Higgins,” Presley said, his jaw clenched. “He’s the owner of the current number one workshop. Brilliant businessman, but I don’t like the way he does things.” He sighed, then turned to Kahli. “I’m sorry, that was the last one for today.”

Kahli offered him a smile. It was starting to seem that her decision to start a life in Portia was the wrong choice to make. Fate, destiny, whatever it was, it was clear to her that this was not the path she should be on.

She opened her mouth to offer an excuse, already planning to leave in the middle of the night like she was never here (oh, how she wish that didn’t make her her father’s daughter…) when the door opened once more. This time, a tall, red headed man entered, and he grinned when he saw Presley and Kahli.

“Hey, Pres,” he started. “I’ve got a job for ya.”

“Well, whatta ya know. Everything happens for a reason, hm? Arlo. Perfect timing. This is Kahli. She’s new in town and I’m sure she’d love to take on a new challenge.”

“Excellent,” Arlo said. “We’re looking to build a bridge to Amber Island.”

“So Gale finally up up the money?”

“Yeah, he figured that place coule be a real tourist attraction, with the haunted cave and all.”

Presley turned to Kahli. “This is a big first project. Think you can handle it?”

“I think that Higgins guy could use a little competition.”

“I like this one,” Arlo said with a grin.

Kahli blushed and pulled her gaze away. “So,” she started. “How, uh, how do I do this?”

“Your father has built a few bridges for us in the past. I’m sure he has some notes somewhere. You’ll need to gather the materials, though. There are a couple ruins here you can use to get what you need. It’ll take a little mining.”

“You’ll build up those muscles in no time,” Arlo said with a nod, his arms folded.

Kahli looked down at her arms. She supposed she was lacking in that area. She blew her bangs out of her face. “What the hell did I get myself involved in?”

Presley laughed. “Nonsense,” he said, pushing her out the door. “I believe in you. Better get to work now, hm?”

“And be careful in those ruins,” Arlo called after her. “I don’t want to have to rescue any damsels in distress.”

Kahli turned to throw a comeback at him, but the door was already closed. She stood outside in the plaza, blinking at the door for a moment, then sighed. So, this was it. This was her life now in Portia.

#lacuna #lacuna2 #mtap #my time at portia #fic #fanfic

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nivks · 5 years

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Has Nick ever said that he's proud of Harry? Like in those actual words? I would just love to hear him say that, just cause it's sweet and I'm soft, so if that has happened, where can I find it?

i cant think of a time when nick full on actually said “I’m proud of you.” mainly cos hes british and northern and ?? nick?? but i get the #proud vibe whenever i think of nick talking about the first time he heard sign of the times!!

the audio of him talking about it on the phone to scott when promoing harrys first 2017 interview with him

which was him basically saying ‘wow its actually good’ and ahrry being like why ar eyou so surprised??

not sure if the audios/downloads from the first interview still actually work but heres to trying!

‘no offence but its like sooo much better than i thought it would be.’ quote chat from the actual interview

the chat of them talking about how nervous they both were about showing/listening to it the first time

a picture paints a thousand words and these pictures from that interview make me believe that nicks the proudest and also the fondest in the entire fucking world

also thses tweets vaguely can be considered nicks way of saying im proud of my bestfriendddd

grimmers: aahhaaaa you are my hero!!!!!!!! @Harry_Styles

grimmers: About to watch my badman friend @Harry_Styles start an earthquake up in manchester

grimmers: Yehhhhhh my G @Harry_Styles u gots a moon man! #VMAs

nicholasgrimshaw: so last night, this happened! I got to finally see Shania Twain perform live. I fucking loved it, she is one sassy bitch

#my eyes are so blurry and im v tired i hope that this is right?#ill fix it tomrorrow arvo if not ahh #hope that kinda helps!!!!!!#but we all know! nick is very ver very proud #even if he desnt say it in asmany words #hes still!!!!!!!!! so proud #Anonymous #my mind completely blanking on every harry/nick interaction ever im sorry!

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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"Darling," Ignis says with a soft smile as he steps closer. "I had heard that it was your special day, and I'm afraid I might be late in giving you your gift." he can't help but smile as you step closer. "Babe!" Gladio rushes in and sweeps you off your feet spinning you around once before pinning you between him and Ignis. "Was that necessary?" Gladio smirks "Hell yeah." Ignis rolls his eyes but the two of them lean in, each kissing your cheeks. "Happy Birthday Babe!" "Happy Birthday Darling."

( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Oh…m-my..

I…

I…….

* doesn’t get up*

*is deceased thank you*

*has revived and will proceed to rant and thank you under the keep reading*

HNNG- HNNGNHGNHG

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*CLINGS TO THE SCREEN*

*SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

FANGASMS SO HARD IT EXPLODES*

*SOUL DETACHES FROM BODY TO ASCEND TO THE SPIRITUAL REALM*

*ASCENDS TO THE FIFTH HEAVEN*

*SOUL COMES BACK TO BODY PURIFIED AND BLESSED BY THE BEAUTY AND WONDERFULNESS OF THIS WHOLE ASK*

GAWDS HAVE MERCY ON ME OH MY GAWD ANON

WHAT THE F U C K ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE BECAUSE OH MY GAWD I’M FANGASMING AGAIN AKLSDJ GLKADJF KLADJG KLDAG AJKLADJ KLGDAJG LAKDJG

*KEEPS EXPLODING NON STOP*

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*UNCONTROLLABLY HYSTERICALLY FLAILING ALL OVER THA PLACE AT ROCKET SPEED*

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

*EXPLODES AGAIN*

ANON

*CLINGS TO YOU AND KEEPS YELLING*

ANON

DO YOU SEE THAT SECOND GIF. AS THAT HOOMAN COLLAPSES BECAUSE SOMEONE JUST ARRIVED SHOT THEM UNEXPECTEDLY AND THEN THEY LEAVE AS THE HOOMAN DIES

THAT’S U AND ME

U JUST. ARRIVED ROM NOWHERE AND YOU JUST. SHOT ME, FREAKING SHOT ME WITH THIS- THIS- THIS GORGEOUS MOST MARVELOUS, MOST EXQUISITE ASK, AND I’M STANDING THERE STUPIFIED NOT READY AND NOT KNOWING WHAT JUST HAPPENED AND JUST

STRUCK IN THE FACE

AND YOU JUST WATCH ME COLLAPSE AND THEN YOU LEAVE LIKE IT’S NOTHING AND I DIE

AKLSJDLDKAGJADLKFJADLKGAJDKLGAJKLFADGJKLADGJ KALDJFDGKLAJD KLAJGDAKLDGJAKLDGJADKLGJA

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*FANGASMS AGAIN*

ASKLDJGDKLAJDFKLADJGKDALGJ AKFLADJFGDAKLGJADKLFJLDKGDJAGLKADJ HOLY SACRED MOOGLES ABOVE HAVE MERCY ON ME OH MY GOD ANON. ANON.

ANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHATDOYOUEXPECTMETOSAY WHAT AR EYOU EXPECTING FROM ME ASKDJDGKLJDA OMG ANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT THE HELL H NO HERE IT COMES AGAIN *FANGASMS* UGHF ASKDJFDGJD PLS HALP I KEEP DOING THAT AND I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THESE EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS ALONE IT’S SOOVERWHELMING AND FANTASTIC AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*EXPLODES AGAIN*

*is deceased once more and needs to revive again pls give me a minute again*

*HYPERVENTILATES*

ANON. ANON. DEAR SWEET MERCIFUL ANON WHO JUST SLAYED ME.

WHAT THE FUCK. THANK YOU. I’M...NUMB. I’M MENTALLY LYING HERE ABSOLUTELY NUMB AND WITHT HE HEAD EMPTY AND EYE WIDENED STARING AT THE CEILING BECAUSE WHAT ELSE CAN ID O RIGHT NOW. HOW ELSE DO I REACT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE THROUGH THIS AND NOT DIE.

OMG ANON. ANON. OMG YOU. YOU. ANONA SKLDD GKLAJDFLKADFJ GDKLAGJDA L

SHITFUCK I SWEAR I’M TRYING TO CALM DOWN BUT I KEEP JUST- SMASHING THE KEYBOARD AND ALKSJDDKLAGJD DOING STUPID NOISES AND SILLY FACES AND LISTEN HERE, YOU LISTEN HERE, I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS TO TELL YOU HOW THIS MADE ME REACT AND HOW GRATEFUL I AM BECAUSE

*LOUD INHALE*

OH MY G O D ANON

*cries*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*STAYS HUGGED TO THIS ASK FOREVER*

ANON THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This ask was absolutely and completely unexpected!! I thought maybe one or two people would drop by to say happy birthday, buT THIS? TTTTTTTTTTTTTHISSS? TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!??!?!

*DIES AGAIN*

*just lies there unmoving for all eternity now*

Ah. Ah.....ah. Ah my gawd. Gawd have mercy on me. Ah...gawd...my gawd...ah.

ah. There it is. You won. You’ve left me absolutely speechless. How do I reply to this, how do I say thanks enough, that is something I won’t ever know. The Supreme Tagger has been defeated. There is no power on this planet that can move me from this mental spot where I lie and stare in awe at nothing because this ask just made my life feel so complete and sublime and I’m still in the heavens thank you

ah...

goddammit. I’ve had this open for so long but I just. Still mentally lie ther ein silence aksjdlakjfdgdlakgjdakljg

Anon. Sweet anon. Wonderful superb you glorious anon. Gawds bless you and this- thIS GORGEOUS ASK ASKDJDLKGJDA OKAY I WON’T FOCUS ON IT BECAUSE WHEN I DO I HYPERVENTILATE AND LOSE IT AGAIN AHSDNAJDGANDGJADGN

But seriously thank you. Thank you so, so sincerely much for taking the time to write something for me for my birthday :’3 I’m sorry I replied a day later, but I did read this when you dropped it in and I had mental death aND IT’S STILL GOING BY THE WAY ALSKDJADKLGJADGKLJDA

Really, thank you immensely for the time and the effort into writing this. Thank you for the creativity and for deciding to do more than just wish me a happy birthday and send my two- mY TWO

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLINGS

MY TWO BABIES

MY ANGELS, MY SWEET BOYS, MY BESTEST BOYS, MY DEAR CUPCAKES, SWEET HUSBANDS MADE OF CELESTIAL PURITY CRAFTED BY THE GODS THEMSELVES

*cries*

MY OTP PUT ME IN BETWEEN AND STILL OTP THEMSELVES WHILE OTPING ME TOO AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*COMBUSTING AND STARTS UNCONTROLLABLY FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE WHILE HIGH PITCHED-LY SCREECHING*

*CRIES LOUDER*

MY BABIES, MY SWEET BOYS, MY HEART AND SOUL AND MY EVERYTHING IT’S THE TWO OF THEM AND I’M SANDWICHED IN BETWEEN AND THEY SMOOCH MY FACE AT THE SAMET IME AND HONESTLY IF THIS IS NOT HEAVEN I DON’T WANT TO DIE BECAUSE THIS IS BETTER AND I CRY AND I YELL AND I THROW A TANTRUM BECAUSE THIS IS SO SWEET KLASJDKLADGJADLKGJ

HONESTLY AT FIRST IT HOUGHT IT WAS JUST GOING TO BE IGGY BECAUSE I MEAN UUUUUUUUUUUGH IGGY MY DARLING, BUT HEN GLADIO PAPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE AND IW AS LIKE

GAWD

IS HE GOING TO

AND THEN HE JUST- GRABS ME AND HUGS ME AND THEN OH MY GAWD SANDWICHED IN BETWEEN THEM OH NO I’M DOING IT AGAIN

*FANGASMS*

IASKJDFSALJDGKLDAGJADKLFJDALKGDAJGKALDFJDALKGJADKGLJAD

OH NO THERE GOES ALL MY SANITY AND ALL MY HEART AND ALL MY FEELINGS AND EVERY PIECE OF MY SOUL AND ALSO MY UNDERWEAR. RUINED. SLAYED. ALL OF THEM DEAD AND TRANSCENDING THE CELESTIAL REALM TO MAKE ME BE BORN AGAIN BUT HAPPIER AND PURIFIED AND WITH MY THIRD EYE OPEN BECAUSE FUCK ME THIS IS SPLENDID I WAS TRYING TO KEEP COMPOSURE BUT I JUST

I CAN’T

ASKDJALDKGJADKLFJADKLGJADKFLAJSFKLADJGKLAFJKLAJGALDKGJAD KADGJDAGKLAJDGKLADJGKLDAGJDAJKLG

*PUNCHES THROUGH THE WALL* *THROWS COMPUTER OUT THE WINDOW* *FLIPS THE DESK* *tRASHES THE ROOM* *tRASHES THE NEIGHBORHOOD* *FLIPS THE EARTH* *FLIPS THE WHOLE GALAXY*

*SCREECHES SO LOUDLY THE UNIVERSE SHAKES*

*collapses and squeaks*

whineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ;A;

Anon....anon my heart so so full alksdadklfj ;A;

Iggy and Gladdy are my faves. Also OTP. And you throwing this at me with no warning...omg anon whY ;A;

This has made life so beautiful. My year has started beautifully with this, this ask alone watered my plants and made the flowers bloom, it cleaned the pollution in the air, made the oxygen clean, it cleaned my lungs and skin, it added ten years of life to my life, and it’s cured me fully from everything bad and i’m free of all the bad and i’m ethereal and floating in this majestic transparent lake of stars

aH. i ded. I no respond

just....thank you

bEST BIRTHDAY ASK EVER. bEST GIFT. i SHALL LIE HERE AND NOT MOVE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR NOW WHILE THIS ASK AND ITS BEAUTY CONSUMES ME.

Thank you for writing this. Thank you for OT3-ing me into my OTP to make of this tHE BEST BIRTHDAY MENTAL IMAGE GIFT I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY EXISTENCE ;A;

I could go on for pages but...I won’t ever thank you enough, and this mental image is too precious, I lack the vocabulary. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I shall now go and swoon over this beautiful mental image that I want portrayed and framed on my wall now. Iggy and Gladio sandwiching me and both kissing my face and telling me happy birthdya darling and happeh birthday babe.

I am in love. I am cured. I am complete

thank you

*dies again*

#there #i tried to reply #not enough #*is still fangasming*#coonreplies

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zoemurph · 6 years

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to have a friend, chapter 10: $233

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

haha im dying!

thank you for being patient. i have one essay left, a group project (that includes another essay :P), a final quiz, a flash fiction piece, and a final. and i'm done with my first semester of college? i'm actually...taking next semester off so...probably more consistent updates after this. phew. oh and i won nano? wild

i'm exhausted and genuinely don't like at least 75% of this chapter, but it's done. please please p l e a s e read the end notes for a little disclaimer thanks

warnings: anxiety, depression, panic attacks, let me know if any other warnigns should be added

enjoy~

Sometimes Connor has the really strong urge to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s a weird feeling. This desire to just reach out and take Evan’s hand in his own and not even say anything, just hold it.

Sometimes Connor thinks that romantic feelings are bullshit. Especially when it’s seven in the morning and Evan sees him waiting by the locker and lights up like the goddamn sun and Connor’s stomach tries to become an Olympic gymnast.

Like right now.

Evan stands next to Connor, their arms almost touching, as he talks to Alana. They’re still trying to figure out a name for their club, because for whatever reason, Alana refuses to use The Fuck Project.

Jared thinks it’s hilarious, which has somehow worked against the name.

Alana is going on about the details. Evan nods, and he probably knows what’s going on, but Connor’s zoned out. Alana has this in the bag and also Connor isn’t actually involved in their little pet project. Even if the initial idea did come from Alana being way too fucking nosy.

She’s nice when she’s not picking Connor’s brain.

So Alana and Evan talk and Connor stands and people pass them and time until the next class starts ticks down and down and down. It’s a nice moment. Weirdly calm. For once, Connor doesn’t feel entirely awful, despite where he is and everything about himself.

He still wants to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s not like Connor actively tries to think about it. The opposite, in fact. As soon as thoughts about dating Evan pop up, he shoves them to the very back of his brain. He quarantines them away in the darkest corners, because thinking about it hurts.

Evan has made himself a constant in Connor’s life. But a temporary constant. Which is weird and annoying and tiring. Sometimes Connor’s emotions bubble up inside him and threaten to spill out and then Evan will give him this look when Connor pays him and everything just vanishes. Evan looks at Connor and all Connor’s thoughts shrink back and go ‘fuck never mind’.

That doesn’t mean that he’s actually good about not thinking it. He’s getting worse, actually. It’s turning into a mild problem.

Evan can just look at Connor and Connor’s heart will flip and his mind will be consumed with ‘holy fuck I would date the shit out of him’.

He would. Connor has absolutely zoned out staring at Evan on multiple occasions. He keeps passing it off as being tired and honestly it’s a miracle that Evan hasn’t started asking about Connor’s sleep schedule— which is a disaster but isn’t why Connor keeps staring Evan.

Connor keeps staring at Evan because his brain is a fucking traitor and likes to think about what it would be like to kiss Evan.

Of all the boys to fall in love with, Connor had to go and fall in love with Evan Hansen.

Connor checks his phone under his desk. It’s been facedown on his desk — he’s making an attempt in calculus because he’s doing a really shit job right now and he has to pass because he literally cannot spend a day longer in this hellscape than he has to — but he can see the screen lighting up repeatedly.

From: Ev To: Connor AR eyou in clasright no w Of cours e youre in c alss where els e wi oudl you b Im so ryrcan you g et out ?

Connor squints at the board. There are x’s and t’s and some other bullshit that he doesn’t understand. A lot of lines and marks.

Fuck.

He opens another conversation.

From: dickbag To: assface you any good at calc?

Jared replies surprisingly fast. Actually, not so surprisingly. Connor is actually not surprised at all that Jared uses his phone in class.

From: assface To: dickbag ive got a mean b in calc bc y

Connor raises his hand and asks to go to the bathroom. The teacher waves him out the door and keeps teaching.

From: assface To: dickbag i have to do something and i need to not fail you willing to tell me what the fuck is happening?

From: Connor To: Ev where are you? got out of class

Connor heads to the bathroom, because he’s already on the third floor and that’s where Evan was last time. And it’s the closest bathroom. His phone buzzes in his hand as he hurries through the hall and he tries not to groan when it’s just Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface no promises but i can try dont know y ur coming to me lmao also i charge $10/hr

From: assface To: dickbag fine but youre a dick

Connor pushes the bathroom door open. The lights are on, someone’s been in here in the past ten minutes, but the bathroom is empty. He drags his hand through his hair and catches a look at himself in the mirror.

Wow. He looks like shit.

Connor rubs his face and checks his phone again. It’s been buzzing, but it’s just been Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface not news whats so important that ur running out of class?? o shit drugs? 420 blaze it i dont kno weed culture

As Connor scrolls through Jared’s messages, a text from Evan pops up on the top of his screen.

From: Ev To: Connor J aanito s clostesecond follr

Connor runs into a wide eyed freshman as he hurries out of the bathroom and swings around a corner to get to the stairs. He only vaguely knows where that closet it, because he’s never had a reason to pay attention to it. Janitor’s closets are usually locked and it’s not like Connor is observant when it comes to his surroundings.

He skips the last few steps and just jumps down to the landing, slowing to a fast walk as he searches the hallway for the janitor’s closet. He finds it tucked into a corner between two classrooms. He glances up and down the hallway before he knocks softly. He tries the handle and knocks again before he pulls the door open.

“Evan?” he asks softly into the darkened closet. Light from the hallway spills into the darkness, barely brushing Evan’s shoes. Evan is huddled into the corner furthest away from the door, squished between shelves, on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms covering his head.

Connor stares for a minute, listening to Evan’s ragged breathing, before he steps into the closet. He turns on his phone’s flashlight and covers it with his hand before pulling the door closed. He lets some light slip through his fingers and finds a bottle of Windex on one of the shelves. He puts his phone under it and the room glows blue. Maybe life hacks aren’t always as shitty as they seem.

Connor sits down on the floor next to Evan. “Ev,” he whispers. “Can I help?”

Evan doesn’t look up. After a few seconds he stops holding on to his hair so tightly and holds a shaking hand out to Connor. Connor takes it. Almost immediately, Evan’s hand clenches around Connor’s, squeezing Connor’s fingers tightly. Connor moves over so the position is less awkward and lightly squeezes Evan’s hand back.

Connor sits and waits, because he doesn’t really know what else to do. He watches Evan’s breathing and tries not to let his mind wander too much, because it’s too early in the day for any of that shit.

Evan loosens his grip on Connor’s hand and the tension seems to run out of his body. He sags against the wall and slowly lifts his head from his knees. He pulls his hand away. “S-sor-sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Connor says. His voice sounds weirdly rough. He clears it and stretches out his fingers.

Evan stares at them. “I— i-if I hurt your…your hand I didn’t mean to I just—”

“You didn’t,” Connor interrupts quickly. “See?” He wiggles his fingers. “Work just fine.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Do you…uh, want to talk about it?”

Evan makes a strangled sound. “N-nothing to… I mean there’s always—” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “D-dr. Sherman always says that— that there’s something? And I just don’t u-understand what so I’m…supposed to process it. But I just…”

“I think it’s a fucking lot to ask you to process shit right after a panic attack,” Connor says flatly.

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I don’t— I-I forget. I forget what I’m— what I feel in the moment a-and what I was thinking and then when she asks what was going through my mind I can’t tell her and then I feel worse and like a failure and I think I’m supposed to be getting better because I go to therapy and I take meds and—” Evan cuts himself off to take a deep breath. “It takes time,” Evan says softly. “It takes time. It takes time and it’ll get better it just—”

“Takes time?” Connor asks.

Evan smiles at him weakly. “Y-yeah.”

The bell rings, slightly muffled. Evan goes tense.

Connor thinks about his calculus teacher. She probably won’t be thrilled that he skipped out on the rest of class, but whatever. Maybe he’ll do homework for once and try to get back on her disinterested side.

“Your mom is working right now, isn’t she?” Connor asks slowly.

Evan nods. “Yeah, she’s a-always working. Pretty much.”

“We’ve still got three classes to get through.” Connor bumps their knees together. “Can you hide out in the nurse’s office or something? I’d say just leave, but…” Evan shakes his head. “Yeah, exactly. I don’t know shit about doing things the ‘right’ way.”

“I’ll…be okay,” Evan says.

Connor stares at him.

“It’s-it’s really fine,” Evan insists.

“Ev—”

“I’ve done it before, it’s not a big… I’ll just— it’s okay, really.”

“You aren’t taking the bus home today,” Connor says. He gets to his feet and takes the Windex off of his phone. “Light warning.” Evan covers his eyes. Connor flicks the light on and winces in the brightness before shutting off his flashlight. He slides his phone into his pocket and offers Evan his hand.

Evan takes it and lets Connor haul him to his feet. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“Fuck the bus,” Connor interrupts. “Zoe has a perfectly good car.”

Evan blinks. “Doesn’t she have rehearsal today?”

“How do you know my sister’s schedule better than I do?” Connor opens the door of the closet and peers out into the hallway. They have to be careful, because high school is fucking hell. Most people won’t give a shit and don’t pay attention to shit, but all it takes is one person assuming something. When no one is looking, he steps out of the closet and pulls Evan along, walking away from the closet quickly and melting into the thinning crowd. “So what if we have to wait for her to get out, just hang around with me for a little bit.”

As soon as Connor says it, his stomach twists. “I don’t have any today but—”

Evan stops walking, yanking Connor back a bit. They’re still holding hands. Connor pulls his away and puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“D-don’t,” Evan says.

Connor furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You’re already— you’re doing me a favor by…by driving me home. So you don’t have to…” Evan gestures with his hands. “Debt paid. It’s— you’re fine.” Connor stares at him. “I— okay.”

Evan takes a step back. “I have to… I have class. I’ll see you after.” He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway, dodging other students before disappearing around a corner.

—«·»—

Connor drops into his seat in the back of AP Literature and puts his head down on his desk.

He needs to think about something — anything — other than Evan. Evan is supposed to be the one who thinks himself into an anxious spiral, not Connor. And Connor can’t help but feel like something is horribly wrong.

But, fuck, he wouldn’t stop their arrangement for anything. He’ll keep paying Evan to put up with him in the halls for as long as he possibly can, just to see Evan smile.

He wants to see Evan smile today. Anything other than the empty expression he had on his face when he walked away from Connor earlier.

Alana sits down next to Connor. Sometimes Connor forgets him and Alana talk now, even if it’s only because she’s Evan’s friend and probably thinks this is a good way to keep tabs on Evan. All she’s ever wanted from Connor is information, anyway.

Connor stares out the window at the icy field hockey field spread out in front of the school as the teacher starts the lesson. Something about the essay they have due in a few days at midnight.

Alana hands over her essay, printed and typed, five pages long double spaced and stapled in the corner. “It’s just a rough draft,” she says.

Connor blinks at the paper. “Uh…were we supposed to…”

She shakes her head. “No, we just needed to have an outline today.” She adjusts her glasses and opens a notebook. “But if you didn’t—”

“I did,” Connor says quickly. He actually did for once. “Here.” He pulls out his notebook and flips through pages and pages of shitty sketches to the section where he just stuffs any loose papers he’s handed. He pulls out the outline and smooths it out a little. “Don’t expect anything.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Alana says as she takes it from him.

Connor squints at her. “I did this while high so it’s either a brilliant disaster or just a fucking mess.”

Alana grins. “I hope it’s a brilliant disaster.”

“Probably not.”

She just shrugs and pulls out a pen, tapping it on her notebook as she skims over the outline. Connor turns to Alana’s essay and starts reading. Alana likes words and complex sentences. She’s good at backing up her points with evidence from the text, and doesn’t dance around her conclusions. She has a structure and logic to her essay that Connor’s never been able to achieve. He just sort of says words until he feels like he’s done.

He reads her fourth paragraph a few times, picking at his nail polish as he does so. He glances over to Alana and then reads it again.

She’s scribbling on his outline when he looks back to her. She meets his eyes. “Something wrong?”

Connor’s eyes flick from her to her essay. “Uh…no.”

Alana rolls her eyes and hands him her pen. “Fix it. Whatever it is. That’s the entire point of peer review.”

“I could be wrong—” Connor starts, but Alana holds up a hand to stop him.

“I’ll decide what to do with your feedback. Just do it.”

Connor nods slowly and hesitates with the pen hovering over the paper. “What are you doing, by the way?”

“Translating.”

“What?”

Alana pulls another pen from her backpack and uncaps it. “Your outline is good, you have some really good ideas in here, it’s just lost in the typos and grammar.”

“I can figure it out,” Connor says. “You don’t have to do that shit.”

Alana raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Connor blinks. “…not anymore?”

She nods firmly. “Exactly. You edit mine, I’ll edit yours. You won’t hurt my feelings, please, feel free to rip it to shreds.”

Connor exhales slowly. “Okay, Beck. Whatever.” He strikes out a sentence. “Whatever you say.”

—«·»—

Connor meets Evan by Evan’s locker. They lock eyes and for a second everything feels weird. And then Jared shows up.

Connor has never been relieved to see Jared Kleinman before.

“What’s up?” Jared asks, clapping a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “My…main bros.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, crossing that off the list.” Jared gives Evan a look and Evan shrugs. Connor looks between them and shifts his weight to his other foot. “Anyway, you free on Saturday?” he asks Evan.

Evan blinks. “Y-yes?”

“My moms wanted you over for dinner. They’re going to try to harass Heidi into coming too but,” Jared shrugs, “we know how that is.”

Evan smiles and ducks his head. “I-I mean— yeah that’d be…that’d be nice. Um, I can…ask my mom?”

“Nice.” Jared holds his fist out for a fist bump. Evan rolls his eyes and knocks their knuckles together. “Okay, text me, cause if she’s working, I’ll swing by and pick you up.”

Evan nods. “O-okay, I will.”

“Sweet, got to dash or I’ll never get out of here.” Jared shoots finger guns at Connor. “See, ya Murph,” he says before sprinting down the hallway.

Connor lifts a hand to wave goodbye as jealousy twists in his stomach. It makes him feel gross. He swallows it and turns to Evan. “So, uh…we can probably hide in a practice room until Zoe’s done.”

Evan pulls on the straps of his backpack. “A-are they, um, open? Because I know, I mean I’ve heard because sometimes the band kids in my classes complain about this, that they lock? Or get locked? So…”

“We can…check?” Connor suggests.

Evan nods. “That’s…probably a good idea.”

Connor leads Evan down to the music wing. The first two practice rooms are locked, but the third that they try is unlocked. Connor raises his eyebrows at Evan and pushes the door open. The lights flicker on automatically and Evan closes the door behind them.

All four of the practice rooms are the same in Connor’s experience, a keyboard and bench, a trash, and maybe a stand or chair that someone has dragged in. Except one, that for some reason, has two pianos. They lucked out and that is exactly the room they’re in. Less room, but it doesn’t really matter.

Evan puts his bag down on one of the piano benches and then sits on the floor in the space between the end of the piano and the wall.

Connor coughs. “Uh…are you…okay?” He winces. Yikes.

“Tired,” Evan says softly.

Connor glances to the light switch before pressing the button to turn off the lights. There’s still a decent amount of light from the window in the door, but it’s darker. Connor puts down his bag and joins Evan on the floor. Evan looks up at him.

“Take a nap,” Connor suggests.

Evan blinks at him.

Connor sighs. “Scoot over.”

Evan moves so he’s as close to the piano as he can get. Connor squeezes into the space between Evan and the wall. There’s way more space in these practice rooms than it seems, the pianos make them look small.

Connor pulls on the sleeve of Evan’s sweatshirt. “Just lean on me. More comfortable than the wall, probably, though I’m basically all bone.”

“Y-you sure?”

Connor rolls his eyes because it feels right. “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t. Close your eyes, Ev.”

“Okay,” Evan whispers. He rests his head on Connor’s shoulder. “Wake me up if your arm falls asleep.”

“Sure,” Connor lies.

A few minutes later, Evan’s breathing starts to even out. When Connor is sure that he’s asleep, he carefully pulls his phone out of his pocket.

From: C To: Z waiting in practice room c evans napping so dont come in just knock or some shit

Once he’s sent the texts, he puts his phone down and turns his attention back to Evan. Connor turns his head to look down at Evan, and when his nose brushes Evan’s hair, his heart goes into double time.

Fuck.

—«·»—

Connor thinks he’s drifted off when Zoe finally knocks on the door. He inhales sharply and sits up straighter, eyes wide. He leans forward to see Zoe standing in front of the door with her guitar on her back and her saxophone in hand.

He leans back and sighs. Okay.

Connor shakes Evan’s shoulder. “Ev, Ev wake up. Zoe’s done.”

Evan groans and blinks blearily. “Huh?”

Connor’s breath catches in his throat. He finds himself lost in Evan’s sleepy eyes for a moment too long and hopes Evan’s still too asleep to notice. “Zoe,” he says. “We can go home now.”

“Oh.” Evan pulls himself to his feet using the piano. About halfway up, he grabs Connor’s arm and pulls Connor up as well.

They grab their bags and open the door.

“Sleep well?” Zoe asks with a smirk.

Connor flips her off behind Evan.

Evan shrugs. “I-it was the floor.”

Connor takes Zoe’s saxophone from her. “Let’s go. I have an essay to write.”

Zoe blinks. “You do?”

“Unfortunately,” he grumbles.

The parking lot is blissfully empty when they step outside. The air is bitter and cold, and Connor wishes that it would just snow more than half an inch so the burning cold is worth it. He grabs Evan’s arm when Evan slips on ice and Zoe makes an offhanded comment about driving and black ice.

“You know?” she says to Evan.

Evan blinks. “N-no, I don’t— I don’t drive?”

Zoe frowns. “Do you take the bus?”

Evan turns pink, and Connor wonders if he’s redder because of the cold or not. “Yeah, it’s…yeah.”

Zoe looks to Connor.

“What?” Connor asks.

“What time does the bus pick you up?” Zoe asks.

“Uh…” Evan slows his walk. “I— around like…6:35?”

Zoe purses her lips. “Okay. Monday? We can swing by and pick you up.” She twirls her car keys around her finger. “Unless you hate my music choices as much as Connor does.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Evan says quickly.

“Too late,” Zoe sing songs. She unlocks the car and pops the trunk open. She puts her guitar in and then takes her saxophone from Connor. “We’d be happy to, right Connor?”

“Duh,” Connor says. “The bus is bullshit.”

“Good for the environment,” Evan says. “P-public transport!”

“We’re already using this car.” Zoe slams the trunk shut. “So it doesn’t actually matter. No additional cars on the road, just one less Evan the a bus.”

“Uh…”

“Sleep on it.” She rubs her arms. “Let’s go before I freeze.” She glances to Connor as she moves to the driver’s side. “How are you alive?”

Connor shrugs and pulls open the car door. He slides into the backseat next to Evan. “Can’t feel cold if you’re dead inside.”

Zoe twists around in her seat to glare at him before shutting the door. She turns on the car, blasts the heat even though it’s just air at the moment, and plugs her phone in. “Today we’re listening to Billy Joel,” she announces. “Get over it Connor.”

Connor just leans his forehead against the cold window as Uptown Girl plays from the speakers.

Zoe asks for directions a few times, but for the most part, they drive in silence aside from the Billy Joel in the slowly warming car.

Connor sits up when they arrive at Evan’s. “I’ll text you,” he says.

Evan gives him a smile. “Y-yeah. Thanks for the ride.”

“I’ll see you Monday at 6:40!” Zoe calls out before he shuts the door. She turns to look at Connor. “You moving up?”

“I guess.” Connor unbuckles and climbs over the center consul to get into the passenger seat. He buckles back in and Zoe backs out of the driveway.

“So…” she says slowly. “You and Evan.”

“What about us?” Connor asks flatly.

Zoe glances to him. “Anything…up?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“No, but I can’t stop you from doing shit.”

“The sky.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “Great, now that that’s out of the way—”

“Nothing,” Connor interrupts. “Can’t two people be friends?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.” Zoe taps on the steering wheel. “You just seem like more than that.”

Connor scoffs. More like barely that. “We aren’t.”

“Do you want to be?”

Connor stares at the road. “The light is green.”

Connor spends most of his Saturday writing his paper. Because Alana had written all over his outline and now he feels obligated to make something half decent out of the genius she turned his bullshit into. Also, she shared her essay with him on google docs the night before for him to edit — he does not know why the fuck she did that and hates the fact that school emails are standardized so she didn’t even have to ask for his email — and offered to edit his in return. He’s not going to give up that opportunity. He’s doing fine in english but another solid essay grade can get his parents to calm down for at least a day.

He texts Evan and draws when he’s not writing. The other weekend, Cynthia dragged him off to the store with her, so he threw a cheap set of kids’ watercolors in the cart. And a box of Capri sun. He sits on his floor and drinks a Capri sun while he waits for a painting to dry. Evan is making lunch right now, so it’ll be a few minutes before he responds. Evan doesn’t usually text Connor while he’s making food, apparently the risk of fire is higher than normal, and that’s not just Evan’s anxiety talking.

Evan had texted him the night before thanking him for the ride home. Connor had replied ‘what are friends for’ and then threw his phone across the room so he didn’t have to read Evan’s response. It didn’t end up mattering, because Evan’s next text wasn’t sent until this morning, and it was a frantic apology because he fell asleep before responding.

Connor just said it was fine and changed the subject as fast as he could.

Connor sighs and gets to his feet. As he waits for the painting to dry, he’s really fucking impatient, he takes pictures of some of his least shitty doodles from class and posts them on a randomass tumblr he made after Evan suggested posting his art online. Mostly Connor did it out of curiosity, he didn’t really use the site otherwise, just posts drawings and then vanishes for a few days, but it’s also good because it means he has somewhere where all his art was stored digitally. He might’ve accidentally spilt a mug of coffee all over a notebook the other day. And he distinctly remembers setting a few sketchbooks on fire back in middle school.

From: Ev To: Connor Back ! ANd I didnt evne burn anything

Connor smiles to himself and leans against his bed.

From: Connor To: Ev congrats you now have the cooking skills of a 12 year old

From: Ev To: Connor :((

Connor hesitates before typing out his next message. He really shouldn’t ask — it’s a fucking terrible idea on so many levels — but it’s been slowly eating away at him. Which doesn’t make sense. But whatever.

From: Connor To: Ev doesnt matter though i mean youre having dinner tonight wth jared right??

He puts his phone on his desk and goes back to painting and tries not to think about it for a few minutes. It’s not fair of him to get jealous. Because Jared is trying to get better. He’s still a dick but there’s an attempt there.

Connor hasn’t changed anything.

He sits on the floor and works on the painting. Now that he has slightly less shitty watercolors, they’re still pretty garbage but they aren’t old and mostly gone, he uses way too much purple again.

Whatever.

He doesn’t check his phone again until he has to wait for more paint to dry. He’s tempted to grab a sketchbook and keep ignoring it, but that’s not fair to Evan.

From: Ev To: Connor Oh y eah We used to ha ve dinner a lot togethe r when ew wer elittle All oru moms were friends Kinda weird that were doing it again but… NIce?? Hopefull y ? My mom s ocming which is nice She hasnt been home ofr a few nights so yeah

Connor takes a slow breath before replying.

From: Connor To: Ev thats pretty cool i hope its fun and the food doesnt suck

Evan replies almost immediately, even though Connor took almost twenty minutes to respond.

From: Ev To: Connor Thnk you!!! Jareds moms are really good cook sso itll be good I think I hope dinner goes ok for you tonight !! Good luck :)

Connor stares at the smiley face and falls on his bed with a groan.

—«·»—

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Evan lately,” Larry says, pushing quino around his plate.

Connor resists the urge to roll his eyes. They never really talked about that. Sometimes, when Zoe goes over a friend’s house or has a friend over, Connor will give Larry a very pointed look and Larry will find something on his phone fascinating. An amazing double standard.

And, like? Of course he spends time with Evan. They’re best friends— pretending to be best friends. Connor doesn’t know how to get that through Larry’s thick skull.

Evan is Connor’s best friend.

“Well yeah,” Connor says, stabbing a piece of kale with his fork. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Wait, shit—

Zoe chokes on her drink.

“What?!” Larry practically shouts, silverware hitting the table.

Connor opens his mouth to explain that technically, no, they aren’t boyfriends, though they are friends who are boys, even if sometimes Evan looks at him and makes Connor feel like he’s turning to putty. But they aren’t actually—

He glances to his mom with wide eyes. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Cynthia smiles, eyes watering. “I’m just so happy for you, sweetie!”

Connor slowly looks around the table. His mother crying tears of joy, his father staring at him in shock, his sister trying to bite back a smile.

Connor needs to talk to Evan immediately.

They’re fucked.

—«·»—

Connor grabs Zoe’s before she can disappear into her bedroom. She stiffens and he pulls his hand away. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine.” She crosses her arms. “I thought you told me nothing was going on between you and Evan.” She raises her eyebrows.

Connor grimaces. “I— don’t tell Evan.”

Zoe tilts her head. “Don’t tell Evan…you’re dating?”

Fuck. “No, no, fuck.” Connor frantically searches his mind. “I, uh, we weren’t going to…tell people? Yet? And I…fucked that up. So don’t— don’t mention it to him until like he says something or whatever, okay?”

Zoe mimes zipping her lips. “Secret’s safe with me. But also, I fucking knew it.”

Connor forces a laugh and runs his hand through his hair. “Yeah. You did.”

Zoe goes back into her room and Connor grabs his phone and goes down to the basement. He wonders if he can get his door back for Hanukkah, but for now, this is the only private place he’s got. He would lock himself in the bathroom, but that’s still way too close to the rest of his family members for comfort.

He flicks on the light as he heads down the stairs and grabs a blanket off the back of one of the chairs. The basement is about half finished and has been since Connor was in middle school. One of those projects that Larry never got around to finishing. Now they mostly use it for storage and hanging out when it gets too hot in the summer and even central air isn’t working well enough. Him and Zoe used to camp out for weeks in the basement on air mattresses and stay up way past their bedtimes giggling.

Now it’s December. He hasn’t been down here since he punched the far wall when everyone else was asleep. Him and Zoe haven’t spent time together in here in years. They haven’t done much together in years.

Connor wraps himself in a blanket and sits down in one of the old oversized chairs. They’re only down here because the went out of style and were deemed unworthy for the living room.

He unlocks his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and presses call. Then he listens to the phone ring and hopes that they’re done with dinner at the Kleinmans’ while he waits for the call to be answered.

“Hello?”

Connor grits his teeth. “Hi. I…might need help.”

“Is it about Evan?”

Connor frowns. “Why do you assume it’s about Evan?” It is but—

Jared laughs. “Dude, we aren’t friends. The only reason you talk to me is because of Evan. What’s up?”

Connor blinks. He’s just gotten so used to having Jared constantly around that it’s like they’re basically friends. But not. Because Connor doesn’t have any real friends.

“I,” Connor clears his throat, “my family now thinks Evan and I are dating.”

There’s a long pause. Connor waits for Jared to start cackling, but Jared just whispers, “Holy shit.”

“Say whatever shit you want to now,” Connor mutters. “Get it out.”

“Holy shit,” Jared repeats. Connor rolls his eyes. “Murphy, what the fuck.”

“Yeah, I know, I fucked up.”

“What are you going to do?” Jared sounds almost amazed.

Connor frowns at the phone. This is not how he thought this conversation would go. “Pay Evan two hundred dollars? I know you meant that as a joke but—”

“Fucking shit, my dude. What the hell!”

Connor drags his hand through his hair. “Kleinman, my mom started crying when I said Evan was my boyfriend, okay? I can’t— fuck. I don’t know.”

Jared whistles.

Connor picks at his nailpolish. “Would Evan…go along with it? Do you think?”

“I think that’s a question for Evan.”

“I’m asking you.”

Jared snorts. “Okay, fine. I think he’ll go along with it.” It almost feels like Jared is going to say something more, but he doesn’t. “You got two hundred bucks lying around?”

“No,” Connor admits. He has an idea. It’s a terrible idea that could backfire, but it’s an idea.

“So…how are you going to get it?” Jared gasps. “Oh shit! Are we going to rob a bank?”

Connor frowns. “No? Why is that the first thing you came up with? Why would you rob a bank for two hundred dollars? Wouldn’t fucking…normal robbery be easier?”

“Fuck off. Are we doing that?”

“No.”

“Well we both know you’re not getting a job—”

“Fuck you.”

“—and that would probably take too long. Are we going to sell weed?”

“What? No,” Connor says. “Also how long did you restrain yourself before asking that?”

“Too long for that boring answer and reaction,” Jared admits. “Give me something to work with, stoner kid. We could just steal it. I know you said no, but—”

“Jared what the fuck,” Connor interrupts.

“Dude, you aren’t offering any ideas here, I’m just trying to help out.”

Connor rubs the bridge of his nose. “Fucking— do you know how PayPal works?”

“Yeah sure,” Jared says. “Super easy, why?”

Connor sighs. “Would you be willing to help me set one up?”

“Ten bucks.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah sure, you wanted some help on calc anyway. Do you have info on your bank account, by the way?”

“I…can find it,” Connor says slowly. “Does tomorrow work? My house?”

“Yeah sure, my man. Shoot me an address and a time. I expect snacks.”

Jared shows up on the doorstep ten minutes earlier than Connor expected with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a Starbucks drink in his left hand. “Sup.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “You’re early.”

“Fashionably.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Whatever.”

Zoe leans out of the dining room. “Who’s here?”

Connor steps aside to let Jared in. Jared waves at Zoe.

Zoe squints. “What are you doing here?”

“So nice to see you again too, Smaller Murphy,” Jared says. He kicks his shoes off and puts them next to Zoe’s converse.

“Calc,” Connor says. “I’m…not doing great.”

“But you aren’t failing yet,” Jared says. “So we’re just going to keep you from not doing that. What are you learning again?”

Connor shrugs. “Something implicit. I’ll show you the homework.”

Jared nods. “Chill, chill.”

“Aren’t you friends with Alana?” Zoe asks.

“I…guess?” Connor frowns. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“She’s the valedictorian, isn’t she? Why didn’t you ask her for help?”

“Uh…” Connor looks to Jared.

Jared takes a sip of his drink. “I’m genuinely offended, by the way. I’m no Alana Beck but I am passing AP Calc BC, which is more than you can say for seventy percent of our class. Don’t take it.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Zoe assures him. “Just didn’t tutoring was your…thing.”

“Alana tutors,” Jared says.

“I know, that’s my point.”

“Ha ha very funny. She tutors a lot of people so it makes sense that I take someone off her workload.” Jared points to Connor. “As her friend, Connor understands.”

“Right.” Connor nods. “That.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t judging you or anything I was just wondering. Have fun. Don’t set the house on fire, I’m going over Pippa’s to work on our history project, and Mom and Dad are out shopping or something.”

“I’ll keep Jared away from anything breakable,” Connor promises.

“I remind you I’m doing you a favor,” Jared says.

“You’re making me pay you.”

“Shit you’re right.”

—«·»—

“This is easy shit,” Jared says, looking up from Connor’s textbooks. “Really easy.”

Connor flips him off.

“I’ll explain it!” Jared promises. “This makes my job easier, probably. So back to real reason I’m here—”

“You are here to help me with math.” Connor reaches for his laptop. “I’m going to open commissions.”

Jared stares at him with a blank expression.

“Commissions,” Connor repeats slowly.

Jared blinks. “Since when do you draw?”

“Do you actually know anything about me?” Connor asks.

Jared looks away. “Valid. How can I help?”

“Mostly just need help with PayPal. And maybe wording the post? I don’t know shit about talking to people.” Connor opens his laptop and logs in. He closes a few tabs and opens up tumblr. He hesitates and then opens his blog. “Here.”

“Your theme is awful,” Jared says flatly.

“Did I ask you?”

“Didn’t have to.” Jared clicks a few times. “Dude, if you want to be selling your art, you need a theme that isn’t painful to look at.” Connor opens his mouth to protest, but Jared holds up a hand. “I’m doing you a favor here. Give me like ten minutes. I will change your world.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

Jared pushes away in the desk chair. “Too late, I’m not helping if we don’t change this ugly ass theme. Doodle or something while I do this. Make a commissions banner, I don’t fucking know.” Jared hunches over the laptop and starts typing.

Connor stares at him. Hopefully Jared isn’t going to charge him for this too.

Forty minutes later, Connor is putting aside a random drawing and Jared is looking up from the laptop.

“Bam, motherfucker,” Jared announces spinning the laptop around. “A picture heavy theme with easy navigation, readable text, and colors that don’t make me want to stab my eyes out.” Connor leans forward to see it. It actually looks pretty decent. And pretty professional. Jared has also added a few links, including one to Connor’s still nonexistent PayPal and a commissions page. “By the way, your art is pretty rad.”

Connor blinks. “Thanks. Did you want that bank account information?”

“Yeah sure.”

Connor gets up from the floor. “Let’s break into my dad’s office.”

Jared sets aside the laptop. “Sweet.”

—«·»—

Connor sits down in the chair in Larry’s office. He pulls open one of the lower drawers in the desk and flips through the the hanging folders until he finds one with his name.

“Don’t steal my identity or anything,” he says to Jared as he hands him one of the folders. “But see if anything in there is what you need.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jared starts flipping through the papers. “Your identity is too lame to steal.”

“Thanks.”

Connor skims over various forms and papers with his name all over them. So weird that he’s attached to all of these things but doesn’t understand any of them. That might be concerning. Is he supposed to know what these mean? He squints at something that looks like it has something to do with money.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this,” Jared mutters.

Connor looks up. “With?”

“This fake dating shit.” Jared puts a stack of papers down on the desk. “I thought this was convoluted before.”

“You helped.”

“So you two keep reminding me.” Jared flips a piece of paper over. “I think this is it.”

“Cool.” Connor puts his folder away and Jared puts Connor’s laptop on the desk. Connor fills out what he can and Jared helps with the rest.

“And you have a PayPal,” Jared announces, finishing the form. “If you click this you can transfer money to your bank account, which is how you’ll get the money off the internet and into Evan’s hands.”

Connor nods. “Makes sense.” He grabs the papers and puts them back into the folder. He puts it back in the bottom drawer and makes sure everything is just how Larry left it before he gets up from the chair.

“I genuinely didn’t think either of you would get invested in this shit,” Jared says as they stop in the kitchen to grab a bag of chips.

Connor shrugged. “I fucked up, that doesn’t mean anything.”

Jared gives him a flat look before biting into a chip. “Let’s just finish this shit so I can teach you how implicit differentiation works.”

Connor wrinkles his nose. “Fine.”

They bring the bag of chips up to Connor’s bedroom and sit on the floor with Connor’s laptop in front of them. Between handfuls of chips, Jared sentences to the post.

“We can’t call it ‘I’m Gay Give Me Money’,” Connor protests.

“Why not?” Jared asks. “It’s tumblr.”

“What’s your point?”

Jared pulls the laptop closer and starts typing. “We just say like… ‘I’m trying to meet my boyfriend’, we stay vague on the details no one wants to know the complexity of this shit and also it’s weird as fuck, ‘so I’m opening commissions’. Blah blah blah here are details…” Jared looks up at Connor. “Any suggestions for prices?”

Connor shrugs.

“You are the least helpful person,” Jared mutters. “Okay…going on what I saw on your blog…” He types rapidly for a few minutes. “And posted.”

“What?!” Connor grabs the laptop from Jared. “Why did you do that?!”

“You weren’t going to have anything to say so fuck it, it’s posted.” Jared pops another chip in his mouth. “Chill the fuck out.”

Connor reloads the page to check the post. He doesn’t have any idea if the prices are reasonable, but Jared put up Connor’s email and a link to his PayPal and tagged the post with a few tags that make sense and a few that don’t.

Connor groans. “If you fucked this up for me—”

“I didn’t,” Jared says. “I am doing you so many solids right now. And now I’m about to try to teach you calculus. I am literally a god.”

Connor resists the urge to slam his head against the keyboard.

#connor murphy #evan hansen #convan #tree bros #deh fanfic #my fics #to have a friend #hi im dy ign

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hskchdisjudshnsjs!!!????!!! HEY???? ♥️💢

i do! it was my first 5 star pity and that was back when i didn’t know what value it had jshsks. i remember going on youtube and seeing people freak out over it and i was like Oh.

oh no, not meeting irl.. you never know what kind of people exist yeet. oh well, hopefully you find somewhere interesting and safe to shop from! dark academia vibes are basically like hoizer, lorde, arctic monkeys, lana del try and borns vibes. it’s not ~slow~ music but it’s not hype music either hehe. dude you should write a hp au! you probably know enough to write something since you’ve read so much hp fics. plus, most times, it’s just the setting that counts.. hsjsks. (bakugou ravenclaw?????? hm.... i honestly could i mean he’s super duper smart and all but he’s too aggressive i can’t overlook that either. honestly bakugou could easily be a ravenclaw slytherin hybrid.) speaking of, what’s your sorting?

NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT LMAO. i thought it would’ve been obvious but ig not? it’s not sword and shield sjdhskhdks. and no my tattoos aren’t based on pokémon it’s just a hint. fuck it, it’s a sun and moon! sjdhskdjsk. REALLY? tattoo out of a fic? man imagine how honoring.

is it the one that guards the tree? if so yes, and i hope he dies.

omg you’re so so lucky! i’ve had some really good boba twice when i was on vacation and it blew me away. i think about it all the time shkddkks. you guys probably have some great boba, right? I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE COCONUT, i ride and die for coconut... 🥥 babie. that’s fair, the pearls can sometimes become too much. i only started liking them a few weeks ago, before that i used to ask without pearls tbh.. hdjskss. do you order the tapioca pearls?

oh, that’s the biggest reason i fell out of it. i just hated the whole industry and how incredibly toxic it was lshdksk. talk about the new foundation not your fucking fights Please.

good night babe, sleep well! ♥️ i’m probably gonna send my uid soon so hopefully i’ll wake up to a friend req? ♥️

OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT IM GONNA TREAT YOU TO ONE MORE REPLY HEHEHEHE

omg 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 thats so fjdknfksnfksjjd but i’m so happy for you!!!!

it is?? the playlists i listened to didnt actually have too much of them i don’t think.. actually majority of it was artists i’d never heard of before which is pretty cool imo. i probably do but i’m just insecure about it bc i’m always like “if i haven’t read source material i CANNOT write it.” nrjdnskdnkxksk. (oooo actually i hc him as gryffindor next which is really stereotypical but i mean. it’s stereotypical for a reason lol.) the most recent time i did it i got hufflepuff!! it’s usually a mix of hufflepuff ravenclaw and slytherin from various quizzes, i got gryffindor once and was like “this has to be fake” AHHAA. what’s your house 👀

SHUT UP NO ITS NOT. OMG AR EYOU SERIOUS. i can’t believe fjsknskdnwje okay hear me out: back when i was thinking about tattoo ideas like especially when i was around maybe 14 my idea was. to get a sun and moon. either on my ankles. or on my wrists. i would literally picture it and try to find designs and everything. SO UM??????!!!!!!! SOULMATE THINGS????????

nah that’s “just” a lawlichurl LMFAOO omg.. your innocence.. i want to preserve it pls jfjcjdkanfksnkfks. also you hope it dies?? well your wish is my command my darling 🤪

yeah i reckon we do!! good thing about big multicultural cities i guess 🤪 i got these like shredded coconut or coconut chips or crisps or SOMETHING once and it was the best thing ever… ugh i dream of the OH FLAKES!! i think coconut flakes. i dream of the day i can eat those again <333 when i do order pearls yep just tapioca! i never go for topping otherwise cjdkkskd unless it’s like included in the drink lololol i’m just a plain person in that way jfksncksnskd

fjsjdkskkfksjcjsns on the topic of foundation too… um the lack of diversity in shades? lmao you don’t need 5839599394 white tones and only 1 dark tone lol

thank you!! hope your rest of the day is swell <3 and i’ll def send you a request the moment i log on heheh 💓

#all that talk about roa is making me want to reread it tho so #will prob wake up late tomorrow (today) jfjsndns #marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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sutikkusebu · 7 years

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[ also hi yes Kumi totally doesn't listen to three days grace what ar eyou talking about. ]

#I say this #as I'm adding literally the entirety of the onex album to her playlist #SHE LIKES HORROR MOVIES AND LISTENS TO 2000'S MUSIC HOW MUCH FUCKIN WEIRDER-#{ out of doodles. }

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(3/3) spirals where I feel my traits standing out more? I can't wear earphones or anything to have music to distract me, and work doesn't know I'm autistic so I can't ask for special allowances. Please, any advice you can give would be so appreciated. I even left early last night because of it, and I can't afford to miss work because of my moods. Thank you so much for the time and I'm sorry this is so long. I'm just desperate.

Answer:

ya music was the frist thing I was goign to say if you are workign alone liek if your closed and just tocking I would defintily play music.

I knwo its wierd but it really helps me to pretend I’m in one of my favoirte books or movies and that I am this powerful cool superhero that just happens to to workign at a sotre or just imagining I’m somewhere else while getting work done. Just liek how escaping relaity in a good book , movie or music cna relaly help calm you down and not make you get lost in your own head with worry “playing pretend” in your head while you work always really helps me. start slow like imagine you are on a rooftop you cna fly no one is around its night time and you save somoen fallign off a building ....might seem silly at frist but the mroe you do it the easir it gets. i mean if anythign, magic, lack a gravity or whatever were possible what would eb the msot fun for you? I love swimmignt so i imagine I’ma mermaid swimming as I dust shealves and strighten cltohing racks.

I woudl just say you have a light sensativity and wear big sunglasses either regualr one or over your prescription glasses as need be. I wear them all the time workign retail ya ppl ask me about it i jsut say “I was born wiht really sensative eyes”

that helps em SO much!

makign lists also really helps me and carryign the cheacklist wiht me around the store so I can focus on my tasks more too makes me worry less and makes more more efficent and hard working.

and don’t forget to take as many breaks as they allow find the most isolated spot if its space bathroom storage room somwhere dark and quiet and jsut take a five minute breather listen to one song on your i-pod.

retail is hard for anyoen but for autistic ppl it can be super hard. If you fail it doesn’t mean you are stupid or a bad worker its because your boss was not cool enough for you to feel safe being yourslef and getting needed work done.

you can olny do your best and if your best wasn’t good enough this was not he right job for you, doesn’t mean youa re bad or wroung in any way. *hugs* I know way easy to say with no bills in front of me!

Also idk if you have the time or money, ar eyou on good health insurance?

I would see a councilor once a month and maybe try an anti-anxiety medication if your counilor thinks that might help?

also idk where you are from but in most of the U.S.A. if you have an offical dignoisis of autism (ASD)/aspergers you cna get free occupational therapy for a year and thier whole thing is to make autistic ppl more empolyable, so you cna ask them what they can do for you. liek this thing called “brushing therapy” really helped me.

I’m thinking of going on a break from tumbler but I’ll messge you agian when I can!

I hope this was of help! Good Luck!

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zombierunfiction · 7 years

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Season 1 Mission 6: Supply Run

Nearly a week later, Charlotte was sorting some of the food supplies in the kitchen when she overheard a conversation between Jack and Eugene. The two, as she has learned, were lovers and would have playful banter back and forth. She couldn't tell what the conversation entailed but it seemed like it was friendly enough. She slipped out quickly and looked over seeing Sam and Janine talking heading for the radio shack. The two seemed to be in a heated conversation but then again any conversation with Janine was heated. From Charlotte's observations the woman was incredibly serious and inflexible about protocal.

Suddenly she felt someone run into her and latch onto her. She squeaked looking down seeing some of the children had attached themselves to her with giggles. Charlotte smiles and picks up two of them walking over to the playground. After setting them to play, she heard the intercom start up.

"Runner Five? Suit up for a Run!" Sam said over the intercom. Charlotte raised an eyebrow walking to the suit up area. She got her pack and her axe then picked up her headset putting it on.

"Hello? Runner Five? Runner Five... Is this thing on Mr. Yao?" Janine said thorugh the headset.

"Yeah, uh, just give it to me a sec." Sam said adjusting the tools.

"I can hear both of you." Charlotte said with a small smile as she walked towards the gate.

"Hey, Runner Five! We're changing things up a bit. Isn't that exciting?" Sam said excitedly. "Look you just have to keep this button pressed in when you're talking, and make sure you lean this way, so your body sort of extends the area a bit and..."

"Good grief, is this the way you've been managing all these months?" Janine breathed.

"Yeah, pretty much, yeah I make it work!" Sam said proudly as Charlotte chuckled softly. She had seen the gymnastics act that Sam put himself through to keep up the signal to the runners. It was rather amusing.

"But if you just plugged this in here, then you can sit back, and the signal's better." Janine said adjusting something.

"I uh... yeah I knew that! No, I didn't, I didn't know that at all. So Runner Five treat for you today! Janine here will be your controller, leading you off on a very special assignment, won't you Janine?" Sam went back to his excited tone.

"Don't patronize me Mr. Yao." Janine flatly stated.

"I wasn't... I didn't mean... I..." Sam defended before sighing heavily. The gates were opened and Charlotte was allowed out.

"Runner Five? Just run." Janine said as Charlotte took off as the snipers took out the few zoms near the gate. "Very simple expedition for you today Runner Five. Nothing too taxing although it is important it's done swiftly."

"That's why we call them 'Runners' You know." Sam says softly.

"Yes, quite. We're low on cable, electronix supplies, that sort of thing. They're getting harder to find as time goes on. Weather corrodes, rats gnaw, looters, well loot. So I need you to head towards New Canton." Janine says as there was a shuffle.

"New Canton?" Sam questioned.

"That is what I said. It's all very straight-foreward, Mr. Yao. We treat New Canton as our enemy - why?" Janine asks.

"Because... they've enforced martial law over there? They refuse to take out people in when under attack, and they're getting too big, and they're having dangerous outbreaks of zombie plague?" Sam supplied as Charlotte found herself on a desserted road.

"They're still human, Mr. Yao. If we humans can't stick together, we can't expect to survive this extinction threat. I've been in touch with the people at New Canton. They'll be waiting for Runner Five." Janine stated simply.

Sam sighed. "I don't think that sounds as good as i think you think it sounds."

"It's all going to be fine. Just keep running Five. Everything's going to be fine, trust me." Janine forced.

"That's the last think you should say in situations like this." Sam sighed as Charlotte continued down the road.

There was radio silence for a while before slight static is heard before Janine is heard. It didn't sound like she was talking to Charlotte more like she was talking just to Sam. "I don't need to be in touch with all of them! As you know Mr. Yao, we've set up a rudimentary form of the internet which allows communications via a kind of bulletin board operated by ham radio. I've contact one or two people in New Canton, tellling them about our need for parts. They've kindly offered to let us have some, and I have no doubt we'll return the favor in due course."

"Yes I do know. why ar eyou telling me something I already know, saying 'as you know'?" Sam questioned.

"I suspected, giving you inability to work your own aerial, that you might not actually know." Janine stated condisendingly.

"Hmm... well as you know, the switch you just flipped with your elbow when you turned around, is letting Runner Five hear our conversation." Sam smuggly said as Janine scrambled.

"Oh... I-I... Carry on Runner five! Yes - run!" Janine tried to fix as Charlotte chuckled softly continuing to run.

Charlotte slid down an enbankment and took off through a few trees as a zombie came through a bush. Charlotte lept back pulling out her axe slamming it down onto him spliting him like a block of wood. She took off fast hearing several more zombies within a few yards of her.

Suddenly Sam comes back on the head set in a hushed voice. "She's gone to the bathroom. To be perfectly honest, I mildly suspect she might have bugged the comms desk... comms shack?... comms desk." Sam spoke a little louder. "Can you hear me, Janine?" He snorts laughing softly. "Yeah, she can't hear me. Well, she wouldn't say if she could hear me. That woman is tricky."

"Sam... how much do you trust Janine?" Charlotte asked as she jumpped across a small creek.

"I mean... she did take us into her farm house and knows a lot about electronics." Sam said softly.

"Something about her plan just makes me leery. From everything I've heard New Canton isn't exactly forth coming with help for anyone." Charlotte said as she turned down a running path following it.

"Listen she's coming back in a second, and i know she's very good at her job, but just to be on the safe side, I'm keeping as many of our scanners focused on you as i can." Sam whispered as the sound of a door opening is heard.

"What are you doing, Mr. Yao?" Janine questioned.

Sam jumps. "I, uh... what? Nothing! Just talking to Runner Five, that's my job. My job is talking to Runner Five. I'm doing my job!"

"Yes... that's your job. While we're here, Runner Five, slight diversion. If you just head towards the large green building you should be seeing on your right, my contact tells me there will be some electrical supplies. It's a Sheksan Electrical Engineering Building."

"You know what those are on this monitor up here, right?" Sam questioned.

"Oh yes, and there's quite a large concentration of zombies in the area, so do run." She said in a no chalant way.

Charlotte looked over and saw the zombies leading her to take off, off the path she had been on previously. She kept up her pace managing to stay ahead of them as she headed towards the green building.

"Very good, Runner Five. You were quite right to recommend this one, Mr. Yao. A very efficient, competent worker." Janine praised.

"Yeah. We don't want to lose Runner Five, just... bear that in mind." Sam reminded as Janine sighed frustratedly.

"There's nothing to be alarmed about, Mr. Yao. Everything's going well. My contact..." She started rustling through some papers. "Jerjess Khattab in New Canton, has arranged for a cache to be waiting for us to pick up just outside the city. The rebels in the city are very eager for us to make contact."

"The... rebels? Are you trying to start some kind of war with New Canton?" Sam questioned.

"We all know New Canton is going to fall, Mr. Yao. It's only a matter of time and when they do some of them will want to join up with us." Janine said.

Charlotte sighed heavily just listining to these two bickering back and forth. She continued to run looking for any sign of this contact that Janine was talking about.

"Yeah... you know what a city like New Canton falling means? There's 17,000 people in that complex! When the city falls, that won't be 17,000 happy people wandering over here with blankets and picnic baskets. It'ss be 17,000 zombies! Caused by someone who was too afraid to admit they'd got bitten!" Sam stresses.

"All the more reason for us to help some of them get out now. We need to be there on time Runner Five. Do pick up the pace." Janine said as Charlotte rolls her eyes.

"If you don't like the pace I'm running Janine why don't you come out here and meet this contact yourself?" Charlotte says as she ran faster.

Janine huffed. "I have to stay here. You are the runner. This is what you do."

Charlotte chuckled. "Then don't complain when I'm doing my job."

"Your contact should be meeting you just over the edge of the ridge from where you are right now. Keep running!" Janine said when a shot suddenly rang out out whizzing past Charlotte's head making her drop to the dirt looking around. The sound of something mechanical makes Charlotte look around fast.

"Sam someone's shooting out here." Charlotte hisses as more gun shots are heard before another weapon starts to fire as well. She gets up fast and takes off trying to avoid the shots.

"Runner from Abel Township..." A voice rings out from a loud speaker.

"It's a trap!" Sam says paniced.

"Take evasive maneuvers!" Janine shouts.

"What 'evasive maneuvers'? This isn't Top Gun!" Sam countered.

Charlotte kept running as fast as she could. She had to get away from the gun fire.

"Runner from Abel Township, you are surrounded! There's no hope for escape!" The person on the loud speaker says as the gun shots continue to whiz past her.

"There's only one evasive maneuver available. Runner Five? Runner Five, theres a break in the, uh..." Sam said trying to find a way out.

"Stop! Not a step further!" The man shouted as Charlotte ran as fast as she could.

"...Yeah, the wall of people surrounding you. If you keep heading in the direction you're going, you might go out of scanner range, but Runner five - just run!" Sam shouts as Charlotte followed his directions as she ran along a cliff line. Suddenly she felt a bullet strike her side making her scream and fall down the cliff rolling over rocks and dirt. She cried out when she felt something crunch by her head when she stopped rolling and settled on the bottom of the cliff. She laid there motionless feeling vision fading to black.

The last thing she heard was the sound of Sam shouting her name before everything went black.

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Season 1 Beginning

#zombie #run #zombies run #zombiesrun #runner 5 #runner five #runner5 #runnerfive #fanfiction #fanfic

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ghosthierophant · 7 years

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2x07, 2x08

THIS IS WHY I HAVE FUCKING TRUST ISSUES YOU MEAN TO TELL ME HE’S BEEN IN [DATA REDACTED] THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME AR EYOU KIDDING ME ARE YOUF CCKING KIDDIN GMEAR EYOU FUCKING

& FUCK THE OTHER NEXT-LEVEL [DATA REDACTED] SHIT

the fear, the pain, the sorrow, the joy [MGS voice]

Handshake:

i’m afraid

TTHE GUN IN THE POPCORN

DID YOU KILL HIM

t y r e l l

wedding?

SHARON

SCOTT

little gifts

/ SPLASHED ONTO HER

CAPITALIST PIG - BIG MOOD

thx 4 acknowledging me

:( mr. robot w elliot holding hand

THE TRUTH

no denial, no weakness

popcorn

SHIT CAUGHT ALREADY

“your story fascinates me”

ANGELA DAMN

/ owns fbi

us or him

YUP U’D BE NEXT

how

/ gods

POPCORN

THE GUN

WHERE THE BODY THO

/ I / SHOT HIM

be done w him that’s not safe

tfw no data

she knows it angela

aite here we go

THEY LOVE THAT MOVIE

THE MASKS

they did it

SOMEONE OFF RAY PLS

... fuck you

can u make another logic bomb or something... or

right now he needs me

like the horror film where the dude keeps playing bc there’s a gun to his back

he’s pretended he’s blind

so he keeps playing

tomorrow?

OF COURSE SHE DIDNT SHOW UP

... cage

“thank you” - FUCK THE WHOLE SHIT OFF

.. a site

is that how you life with yourself? a life of its owN?

fuck the money

“market dictate what was sold on the site”

“& we wouldn’t look”

“she was better at denial at me”

THE WORST IS THERE

until you came along

“it was weak”

... yup you should’ve

“you are my answer”

.... hmmmmmmmmmmmm

TIME

surrounded by now

GET OUT

/ when you see a good move, look for a better one

“be careful” - yup

HEY HE WON TWICE

/ migration - accessible

EMAILED THEM AN ANON TIP

OUR HANDSHAKE - PARTNERS

oh shit real bailout people

WHAT IS THAT

THE BALLS

kits lol

THEY WILL SETTLE

/ scoffs

/ laughs

welp... angela

“i don’t trust you”

I ALREADY GOT THE SIGNATURES

yike

“this was just a courtesy”

HI MY GUY YOU’RE BACK

this ray thing

/ you /

1/2 love you

1/2 want to kill you

1/2 twist your shit up

last half

who the fuck are these fools

these losers the fuck

“he’s fine where he is”

TOO BAD FOR YOU, SHITHEAD

sword of FML

SHE DID THE THING THAT’S WHY

/ protect our evil, secret agendas

FRAMES IN FRAMES THEY BACK AGAIN

“it’s what i want”

“and i am asking”

cinematography on point

“i never share the real one with anyone”

IT GIVE YOU AN ALIBI BUT I’M WORRIED FOR YOU, ANGELA

“no” - ok

LOL THERE’S THE FUCKING BIBLE GROUP

hi elliot

/ hug

/ let go of him, please

“the fear you have is a right one”

“forever vigilant”

SEEN YOU TALKING TO HIM ... oh boy

JESUS LOL

“you are not alone”

“i need your help”

lost - ray thing

FINISH WHAT I STARTED W EVIL CORP

“why did you first start listening to me?”

note on server

LISTEN

subway

fsociety

you - led us to hack Evil Corp

“it was all you”

“your choice”

“i just followed your lead”

“you are a leader”

“i don’t want to be a leader”

u gotta lead & finish my dude

RISK MANAGEMENT

crisis management

FLINT

aite angela

protestors

/ burns notebook w our totem

REGIMENT RIGHT BACK WHERE U STARTED

~ the journey ~

let’s go

SHIT

n-word

:(mr. robot

he’s rly gettin fucked up

UFCK YOUR MONEY

OH NO

OH NO OH NO OH NO

oh wait who’s dead

MY MANS IS AMAZING

RIGHT UP THE ASS

WHEN U SEE WHITEROSE

I DID YOU GOOD

HE WAS

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

HE WAS ALWAYS

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

DARK ARMY

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I LOVE YOU

ALWAYS

a letter

LEON THE MVP

i have the book thx

i had to rewatch the leon killing scene 3 times

SUSAN

HI I’M ANGELA

[ sighs ]

TFW NO FOOD

.... yike

... she didn’t suck a dick

she did much worse

“however you want”

a letter - what is it

is it the settlement money or

“we trust each other”

“you can’t destroy a part of yourself”

WAIT

WHERE

WHAT

OH NO

OH GOD

... HAVEN’T BEEN STAYING WITH MOTHER

WHAT

“i know”

ALARM BUZZING

... jail

what

WHAT IS THIS

IN JAIL

WHAT IS THIS

SO... THE

OH MY GOD

... “control can sometimes be an illusion”

“you need illusion to gain control”

... he’s been ... in jail

LEON WHAT

OH MY GOD

NO NO NO NO NO NO

OHGOD

THE FUCKING

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME

WHY DID YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO ME

I’M FURIOUS

IM FUCKG FURIOUS

WHY

NO NO NO NO

WHAT ABOUT DARLENE

WHAT ABOUT ANGELA

DID THEY SEE YOU IN JAIL??????

ARE YOU SERIOUS

I’ SM SCREAMING AT MY MOTHER

HE’S BEEN IN JAIL THIS WHOLE FUCKN GITME

... there she is

COPING

FUCK

I CANT TRUST YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER

I CAN’T SHAKE ON FUCKING SHIT

... but the routine

busting someone inside

1/2 people want to kill you

1/2 love you

the butt fucking inside

BUT HOW DO ANGELA & DARLENE GET ACCESS FUCKING THERE SAFELY HOW DOES HE PULL OFF A FUCKING BBBOMB FR INSIDE THE FUCKING PEN

BC HE KILLED TYRELL???

Successor:

HOW DOES THIS ALL WORK

HOW DID HE GET ALL THE ADDERALL THEN???

ALL THE BEAT UPS WERE INSIDE THE PEN OVER WHAT?

hi susan

they did own the FBI

they’re the tracks

FRAGILE STATE IN FUCKING JAIL FUCKING JEEZUS FUCKING CHRIST PLAYING CHESS

... ray with dialysis

I HATE THIS BULLSHIT

THIS IS AS BAD AS MR. ROBOT NOT BEING “REAL”

LOL TRENTON & MOBLEY MEETING

phone

iPhones are for pussies welp

“bullshit”

IS IT A BENCHMARK OR A VIRUS

meeting someone

MOBLEY

BENCHMARK TRICK YUP

elliot

STRANGER DANGER EPISODE

~ melodramatic ~

TOP SECRET

CONSPIRACY

POWERFUL GROUP OF PEOPLE

INVISIBLE

THE SPIEL HE GAVE US

what’s with the looks

BERENSTAIN

OOP

4th of july

HERE WE GO

BERENSTAIN COMPLICITY

lol the tapes

OH MY GOD HERE WE GO

3 MILLION UNDER SURVEILLANCE BACKDOOR ACCESS OH MY GOD

SCREW THE 3 MILLION

NO REASON

FBI, BE WARNED

DENIED

WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN

WE WILL DESTROY YOU

HERE WE GO

.... c’mon

16 suspects

ROMERO

... don’t be

mobley dude

IT’S LIGHTS OUT

WHO IS COMING FOR YOU

this b

is back

GUESS WE GOTTA KILL HER

oh god the fucking 4th of july

sorry, dude

the fuck are you, steve

... really my dude

/ swallowings

WOW FUCK THIS FUCKING DUDE

FUCK UP STEVE

FUCK UP STEVE FUCK UP STEVE FUCK UP STEVE FUCK UP STEVE

you’re a plumber

literally cleaning shit for a living

welp

OH GOD THEY’RE IN A LOT OF SHIT

... fuck it up, trenton

GO PISS YOURSELF, LADY

DON’T BELIEVE THAT, TRENTON

NO , TRENTON

TRENTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

... ANIMALS

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she dead

DARLENE SHE DEAD

... the gang has to dispose

TIE HER UP

OWN HER

EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD LOL ANGELA

what a horrible cover

but it fits

NOMERCY

angela... you hurting me

NOTHING EVER LASTS FOREVER

EVERYBODY

pacemaker

lol the postit

[ song ends ] [small applause ]

THE FUCK ARE YOU

who this dude

your client’s gun

a name

I’M glad, my friends are freaking out

my dad, who’s dead, by the way

YOU AGED VERY WELL

i was 4

“& you laughed”

so who’s the animal

I HAVE YOU

company

home

you

I ALREADY HAVE

/ STUNS

SAME, DARLENE

ACTUAL SAME

slow nod

SUSAN DIDN’T COME IN

NOW SHE RLY DEAD

[ laughing intensifies ]

SHE HAS A PACEMAKER IDIOTS

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW????????????????????

DARLENE I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO KILL HER?????

aw shit

y i k e

AUTO REPLIES LMAOOO

they at the subway

WHERE DO Y’ALL GO

IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN SELF-DEFENSE THERE WAS NOTHING TO DEFEND

tfw no plan

“i can’t leave my family” - welp

“if you have that much to lose, shouldn’t have done this in the first place”

/ did for them

/ NOPE IT WAS SUPER DUMB

welp trenton :/

THERE SHE IS

JUST LEAVE HER THERE LOL

YEAH LEAVE IT HERE

MAKE A RUN

THE PLACE IS BURNED

DON’T DO SHIT

I’M WITH HIM LEAVE THE BODY LOLOLOLOL

/ my responsibility - YEAH /

THROW OUT IDEAS

/ body

/ cops

KISS UR BOYFRIEND IT’LL BE LESS SUS

hi my dude

/ lets all the dogs go

/ all ended up back here

TFW ECOIN

IT’S A BODY WHAT OF IT

hella coin

HER COLD STORAGE LOL

“she can pay for her own funeral” - THE REAL MADAME EXECUTIONER

CUT HER UP THEN

TAKE HER OUT CUT HER UP

C’MON FAM PUSH THRU THE TRAUMA

/ she up in flames

YAY SHE DID

tbh we all got it in us, darlene

“i don’t feel bad”

SHE DESERVED IT

SHE DAMN DESERVED IT, DARLENE

DO NOT FEEL BAD

/ sleep

MY MAN IS PARANOID AF

NO ONE INSIDE... ok

DUDE

,,, trenton

SHIT SHTHISHIHTISHITHISHITHISHSHITSHITHI

TRENTON

S H I T

oh god oh god oh gdohdghodhog

dont give him this shit, dom

DON’T

TELL

THEM

SHIT

well... shit

dj mobley

GODDAMNIT WAYBACK MACHINE

... ok they don’t know your full involvement

TYRELL IS DEAD

TYRELL IS OFF THE GRID

ELLIOT IS IN JAIL

lawyer

TFW NO EVIDENCE

TFW WORLD OF SHIT BC OF LEAKED CONFERENCE CALL

TFW U ALL FIRED

12 hours

for no reason

IT LOOKS BAD, DOM

WIPE

BURNT

PLACE WE FIRST MET

hi bernie

in this au does bernie win lmaoooooo

FUCKED UP SHIT

ALL PARANOID

hi snowden

OH SHIT YOU WERE ALWAYS W THE FEDS

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

old dudes

“cisco”

WHAT’S UP

/ LIES

what has he done to you

ugh pls get to trenton pls get to trenton pls everyone be safe

... what

what is it

oh god

OH GOD

I HAVE HER SHE’S WITH ME

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

BACKDOOR

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

WHAT IS STAGE 2

GET OUT OF THERE

GE T THE FUCK OUT OF THERE

/ smashes the computer

/ baseball bat

darlene the queen

hi, elliot in jail

HOME FOR WHAT

DARK ARMY

oh god

don’t rain chaos

#mr robot #handshake #successor #i'm darlene

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