#i knew it was 1216

[avrerrotheroachfan]

Add something, if you'd like

but who is you

is someone there

who

like the sound an owl makes or like the person

or an entity

the

help how do I unlargen the text

please I want it to be smallened again but it keeps growing

hellpll oh this is acceptable

I got greedy and thought it might go back to normal

I hate cursive it should be banned on a federal level

what now he's got a line what

what he's still lined

how long does this go on for what if I click it again I'm scared please tell me it's all going to be over soon

I GOT BULLET POINTED NOOOOOOO

this is the worst day ever

numbers now

sequential

ever increasing

just like time

or carrots in a hypothetical scenario where you had a lot of carrots and wanted to count them all

oh my god we're back

and better thab ever

1 WHAT oh I clickrd that myaelf it's not a real number

YOU'RE NOT A REAL LAWYER

what does the headopheons button do

tumber dot com

blur*

mountain**

uestion

how many things does the average person know but like if you counted EVERYTHING

not like including what they could know/figure out but what they know at that time so including like how many bees are in the world and the colour of the shirt some random kid who got stung by a bee in preschool was wearing that day

that fateful day...

I'm so tired jesse please let me sleep it's 6:41 in the am I got fishes to see people to be fishes to go seeple to tree fih fishes fish people I'M MEETING THE FISH PEOPLE

I put the soup on the moon. me. I acted alone. I acted with mallice. this is an admission of guilt admissible in court, however I contest any accusation of wrongdoing on my part as I was acting as a vigilante of sorts.

this is like the regular things but instead of in the outinsanity it's out the insilly website app

how do I wrap this up like a wrap (analogy)

analogy anemone alimony persephone one of these is NOT like the others

wedding what?? wait I'm getting married to the fish peoplr???? congrats wow such short notice

if the sky is blue because "science", then why am I so incomprehensible? chequemeat lentils!!

chalk on my habds!! (my impression of me if there were chalk on my habds in a hypithetical)

hypo, hypothermia, HIPPO

oh I want those guys again like the little tiny animal guys and then you put them in water and they grow and they're like bigger (but still small) squishy little animal guys

I had a sheep once but I don't know where he went :(

oh and the orbs but they're not as cool/animaly and they break more easily

my dog is snoring very loudly

what if my dog is secretly walter white from breaking bad oh that should have been my poll

woah what lage break nooo I've been seperated

continental drift is real :pensive:

I am rather weary, I must camp here for the night

sleeping accomodation emoji

IMPORTANT REMINDER: the hindenberg is NOT a pillow.

[laurentlemonke]

I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just- I just couldn't prove it. He- he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse. That billboard! Are you telling me a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking? Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer. But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer?! What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you- you have to stop him!

[gilligould]

now wait a damn minute,

[prettyoatmeal]

Staring Problem (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

A/N: In NO WAY do I condone taking advantage of someone while they're under the influence or public sex. They are both crimes. This is a fake scenario purely for sexual gratification and entertainment.

GENRE: Smut!

Summary: Going out for dinner, you find yourself a little more tipsy than you'd like and in turn you become quite enamoured with Simon's larger, more protective hands. Not proof read x33

Warnings: Heavy on the hand-kink, drunk sex and alcohol use, semi-public sex, size difference, light choking, light humiliation.

Names Used: Lovie, sweetheart, babe, filthy minded girl, pathetic, gorgeous, baby, good girl.

Word Count: 1216

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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It all started when you two wanted to go out for dinner at your local pub. Innocent, just a nice dinner out with your husband and his friends along with maybe a drink or two. Your drink or two turned into three or four, then the three or four turned into maybe a few too many, finding yourself a little too tipsy to fend for yourself.

Simon found it hilarious. Your drinks weren't strong, how lightweight could you be? Every word you muttered out made him chuckle under his breath.

"You feeling okay, lovie? I think someone's a bit buzzed." he whispered to you, taking your attention away from the conversations around you. Your head leaned against his shoulder as he took your hand and place a kiss on your palm through the fabric of his mask, causing your heart to warm up.

"Yeah, I'm okay,"

You watched as his thumb moving against your hand, observing how much larger they are compared to yours. You didn't feel too hot yourself, a few hiccups leaving your throat as you finished your food in an attempt to sober yourself up.

"I reckon you've had enough to drink tonight," he told you, standing up from his seat and saying his goodbyes to your peers. You smiled, waving to the table as Simon helped you from your seat, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you keep balance as you two walked out into the chilly air of the night.

You told him that you were still capable of walking on your ow but his grip only tightened. Another round of butterflies in your tummy, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy as he gripped at the soft flesh. Simon made you feel so safe, protected, in turn leaning into his touch.

As you two walked through the streets in the suburbs of Manchester, you couldn't help but keep glancing down at the hand firmly attached to your waist, letting out a small breath at how big they were compared to you. The very man that could crush you in his grasp instantly had wrapped a protective arm around you instead.

It made you weak to your knees.

"Got a staring problem with my hands, sweetheart?" His gruff voice should've pulled you out of your thoughts, but with your mind clouded from both alcohol and infatuation with him, your only response was your hand sliding over his and squeezing at them. His hands made your mind wonder to all sorts of filthy thoughts, the heat beginning to pool between your legs.

He scoffed playfully at your antics and lack of reply, "looks like someone's getting a bit touchy tonight," he smirked, "y' like my hands, don't ya? So big compared to you, aren't they? I can tell you're loving this."

Another shaky sigh left your mouth. He could practically feel your arousal beginning to pump through your veins as his grasp tightened once again at your waist, caressing the flesh. The effect he had on you was too great to ignore. He knew exactly what you wanted, and before you knew it, he checked if the coast was clear and you were pulled into the dark alleyway just a few blocks down from your shared flat.

"I'll give you two options, sweetheart." He whispered to you as the fabric of his balaclava just barely brushed against your ear.

"I can either take you home, work you open nice and slowly, treat you like the goddess you are," being backed up against the concrete wall, he used a finger to tilt your chin up towards him, "or I fuck you with my fingers right here, right now. But, you've got to be real quiet, can you do that?"

Biting your lip, you quickly nodded at the second option. Despite your heightened senses from the alcohol, you were willing to do everything you could to get what you craved in the moment. The ache between your legs was becoming too much to endure, you yearned to have that tension released.

"Attagirl."

Without a second word, his warm hand was running up the outside of your thigh and under your dress. Whining softly as he tugged at your panties, you instinctively spread your legs further for you. His fingers slipped under the fabric and sliding them between your slick folds, earning whine that slipped through your lips at the sensation.

"So fucking wet already, just from those dirty fucking thoughts you've had about my hands. You filthy minded girl." His husky voice echoed in your ears as you moaned at him in response, "shh, shh, shh, quiet, babe."

Wasting no more time, he slowly pushed his middle finger inside you with little resistance, the thickness of it filling you nicely. Letting out a long sigh, your eyes fluttered closed as you tightened around him. Pumping his finger inside you, he whispered soft praises into your ear, talking you through it as your tummy churned from the feeling. It was only after you let out a rather risky whine after he brushed against that sensitive spot inside you his fingers moved quicker and rougher inside you.

"Nuh-uh, you can fucking stay right there." His free hand firmly pressing over your mouth as you gripped onto his wrist to ground yourself.

Looking up at him through your half lidded eyes, they rolled back as he kept slamming his fingers up against that same spot, "Quiet, I said. If you can't do it yourself, then I'll make you."

Digging your nails into his wrist, he pressed his thumb against your clit and applied the perfect amount of pleasure. You tightened around his fingers as you teetered on that heavenly edge, your eyebrows furrowing as his palm moved down to your neck and his fingers squeezed just enough to make you gasp. The small noises you choked out were strained and guttural. He had built you up so nicely, and now it was about to come crumbling down.

"Going to cum already? God, you're pathetic."

His forehead pressed against yours as his fingers moved against you in a feverish manner that made you lose your mind, wet and sloppy noises echoing through the concrete walls of the alley way. "Taking my fingers so fucking well. Cum for me, lovie. Fuck, that's it. Let go on my fingers, gorgeous."

Your clit pulsing and throbbing as your walls squeezed around him so tightly, you felt your release washing over you through his words, creaming and sopping over his fingers. You let out a strained whine as your vision went burry at the intensity of your orgasm.

"That's it, baby." He cooed at you with a small chuckle as you slowly came down from your heavenly high.

Pulling his dripping fingers out of you, he pulled you in for a kiss over his balaclava as his grip on the sides of your throat loosened. You let out a heavy sigh against him as he finally let you breathe properly.

"Such a good girl. You feeling alright, lovie? Ready to go back home?"

With a quick nod, he helped you pull your dress back down to its correct position as his arm wrapped tightly around your torso, making sure to squeeze your waist just the way you liked it.

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Sorry this took so long, exam time is breaking me

[transfemininomenon]

better call saul in the mice universe be like. I am not crazy! I know he swapped those cheeses. I knew it was Monterey Jack, number 1216 in the deli. One after mozzarella. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just - I just couldn't prove it. He covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the cheese shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicatery? He's done worse. That mouse trap! Are you telling me that a mouse just happens to fall for that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated in someone's decorations box! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own mouse firm! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9 (months old mice don't live that long), always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cheese drawer! But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And HE gets to be a squeaker? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance!

[nikisgirl15]

𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑- Thrown together by an arranged marriage, Ni-ki and Y/N navigate the complexities of their unexpected union.

female reader/ Nishimura Riki x reader/ fluff/ romance/ non-idol AU/ Arranged marriage AU/ ENHYPEN/ ENHA/ ENGENE/ Nishimura Riki/ one shot

word count: 1216

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

"Riki, the coffee's getting cold," Y/N called out from the kitchen, her voice echoing through the spacious apartment they shared. The walls, painted in a soft shade of ivory, seemed to absorb the sound, creating a comforting sense of intimacy.

"Coming," Riki responded, his footsteps quick and light. He appeared in the doorway, phone in hand, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for making it, Y/N."

Y/N handed him the warm mug, their fingers brushing for a brief moment. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of their unusual living arrangement. They had known each other for a month, thrown together by a union of two powerful families. An arranged marriage, a concept she had only read about in historical romance novels, was now her reality.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Riki's cologne. She took a step back, watching as he took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. It was a strange dance they performed, one of forced familiarity and growing curiosity.

Riki set the mug down and approached her, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "You seem tired," he said, his voice gentle. "Did you sleep well?"

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "My family called again. They don't understand why I'm not happy about this."

He frowned, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I know it's not easy, but we're in this together. I'll be here for you."

Their gazes held for a beat longer than necessary, and Y/N felt a sudden warmth spread through her. Perhaps this wasn't going to be the cold, loveless partnership she had feared. Riki, or Ni-Ki as the world knew him, was different when the cameras weren't rolling. His celebrity status had brought them together, but it was his kindness that made her feel less alone in this new life.

The tension in the room grew, thick and palpable, as Y/N searched for the right words to express her gratitude. Before she could, Riki leaned in and kissed her forehead, a gesture so tender it made her heart ache. "Let's sit down," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the plush couch.

As they sat, Y/N felt the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. Riki had a way of making her feel seen, heard, and for the first time in a long while, cherished. They talked into the night, sharing stories of their pasts, their hopes, and their fears. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and she found herself laughing, something she hadn't done in what felt like an eternity.

With the light from the moon casting a silver glow on Riki's features, Y/N realized she was beginning to see the man behind the idol. The man who was now her husband, bound by a promise she never wanted but found herself growing to appreciate. The lines between obligation and affection were blurring, and she couldn't help but wonder where this unexpected friendship might lead.

He listened intently as she spoke, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a warmth bloom in her chest. His touch was soothing, his presence a balm to her soul. They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the only sound the ticking of the antique clock on the mantle.

Y/N leaned into Riki, her head resting on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. It was a gesture she had longed for from her own family, but never received. Here, with this man who was once a stranger, she found the comfort she had been craving.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere grew cozier, the air thick with the promise of something more. Riki reached for the blanket draped over the arm of the couch, pulling it over both of them. They sat, entwined in a warm cocoon of fabric and shared warmth, the stress of their day slowly melting away.

The room grew quiet, their breathing syncing in a rhythm that felt more natural than any dance they'd ever performed on stage. Riki's thumb stroked gentle circles on her arm, sending waves of comfort through her body. Y/N felt her eyes grow heavy, lulled by the steady beat of his heart against her side.

As she drifted off to sleep, she knew that tomorrow would bring more challenges, more misunderstandings from her family. But with Riki beside her, she felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage wasn't the end of her happiness, but the start of something new. Something she hadn't even dared to dream of.

The days turned into weeks, and their friendship grew stronger. Riki was always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on when Y/N's family called, their voices sharp with disapproval. He never pushed her to reconcile, never judged her for her feelings. Instead, he offered his unwavering support, a stark contrast to the coldness she faced from her own kin.

One evening, as they sat in the soft glow of the setting sun, Y/N turned to Riki, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Why are you so kind to me?" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "You didn't have to be."

He looked at her, his expression serious. "Because you're my wife," he said simply. "And even if we didn't choose each other, I choose to care for you now."

The words hit her like a gentle wave, washing over the barriers she had built around her heart. She reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and squeezed tightly. For the first time since the wedding, she allowed herself to believe that this might work. That they might find something real in this forced union.

The following days saw a shift in their relationship. They began to seek out moments of intimacy, not just in the comfort of the couch, but in the quiet whispers before bed, the shared glances across the dinner table, and the gentle touches that lingered longer than they should. Y/N felt a bond forming between them, a bond that went beyond their titles of husband and wife.

And when the whispers of affection grew into something more, she knew that she had found in Riki not just a partner, but a soulmate. Someone who understood her pain, who shared her burdens, and who made her feel seen in a world that often seemed to pass her by.

Their first kiss was tentative, a soft brush of lips that spoke volumes about their growing feelings. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with all the sweetness and nervous excitement of a first love. And as they pulled away, both breathless, Y/N knew that she was falling for him.

But even as she basked in the warmth of their newfound closeness, she couldn't shake the fear that their happiness was built on a foundation of sand. The world outside their apartment was unforgiving, and their families' expectations loomed large. Could they truly find a way to make this work, to turn a forced marriage into a love that would stand the test of time?

Only time would tell, but for now, she allowed herself to lean into Riki's embrace, to feel the warmth of his love, and to hope that together, they could conquer whatever storms lay ahead.

[softtdaisy]

please can i request sweet fluffy Mick with either one of this prompt? thankyou 🥹

“i’m not leaving you go home like this! stay the night, i swear it won’t kill you.”

“no way am i letting you stay on the couch!”

“here, you can sleep in my shirt.”

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 1216

A/n: Sweet Mick is such a pleasure to write i really hope you will love this story sweetie! (and no i couldn’t chose one prompt i took them all 💛)

“I’m not leaving you to go home like this! stay the night, i swear it won’t kill you.”

Mick had been trying to convince you for almost half an hour now. But you were still too stubborn to listen to him. Even if you were laying on his couch.

Since your best friend was home, he offered you to study at his place so you could still hang out together. He also said he could help you. Which he couldn’t really. But he was a great mental support so you still accepted to stay at his place.

And you spent a cute fun day with Mick. He made breakfast, gave you some shoulder massages and made you laugh when you were on the verge of breaking down.

The only moment when Mick wasn’t with you was when he had to answer Toto’s call about planning a private practice for him. “Take it Mick, I can handle some minutes alone.” You told him, laughing because he sounded like he was leaving a child alone.

The thing was, without Mick watching you and making sure you weren’t putting too much pressure on yourself…you, indeed, put too much pressure on yourself. And got anxious when you felt like nothing was making sense. You still had a lot to learn and your brain wasn’t working. Like it was full. 

You tried walking around in his apartment, to change your mind. It didn’t work. 

You tried drinking tea like a miracle potion. It didn’t work.

You tried some relaxing exercises but those only seem to work when Mick was there with you. But there was no way you would call him. He had his own things to deal with. 

“You won’t believe what Toto told me! He said that…where are you?” You heard Mick said when he left his bedroom. It took him a few seconds to find you sitting on the floor, behind his couch. Almost like you were hiding. Were you? “Hey, love what’s happening?” 

Mick kneeled in front of you and took your face between his hands. His soft touch immediately calmed you and you couldn’t resist falling in his arms to find comfort. A hug that your best friend gladly gave you, caressing your back softly and humming your favorite song in your ear. 

Mick knew that you had a hard time dealing with your studies. He hated being away because of that. How could he help you when he wasn't even by your side most of the time?

“I’m fine” you sighed after a few minutes of being held by Mick. And that was how he knew that yes, you were relaxing a little. But that you were still not fine. Specially because your head was resting on his shoulder like you could fall asleep in a minute. 

“Let’s seat on the couch alright?” Mick offered. “You take a break, I’ll order some food.”

“But…”

“No, but you’ll study tomorrow. It’s getting darker outside! It’s a sign you have to stop.”

You complained but had to agree. It wasn’t like Mick gave you the choice anyway since he took all your lessons and locked them in a drawer. 

So Mick ordered some food, your favorite, and you spent hours talking about everything that didn’t involve classes or anything. So cars. Mostly cars. And your memories together. You’ve known each other forever and you couldn’t imagine a life where Mick wasn't in. He was your rock, your everything. You would choose him over anybody else.

He did choose you over some people. A jealous girlfriend that couldn’t stand you and ask him to leave you. Stupid friends that made fun of him back in the days for being a virgin when he could use you because why would you be here otherwise? 

But after spending all your day at Mick’s place you finally said you were going home. And that was how the whole convincing thing started.

“You’re too tired to go back home!”

“How does that even make sense?” You laughed

“Why don’t you want to spend the night here? At least you don’t have to come back tomorrow, you’ll be here!”

“Fine. But I sleep here.”

There was something so intimate about sleeping in the same bed. You did, already. Multiple times. And everything went well. But you were always left with a strange feeling. A mix of being relaxed after sleeping next to someone you care so much about and waking up by his side. And of feeling empty after realizing there was something missing in the equation. 

Mick rolled his eyes at your proposition. “No way am I letting you stay on the couch!” He couldn’t even imagine you thinking he would say yes. Your best friend was just as stubborn as you were.

You got up and walked to him. You were now facing each others, your face way too closed. “Fine.” You replied.

“Fine.” He added with a soft smile.

You stayed like this for too long. And again this feeling came. You can see the line between staying where you are or finally trusting your feelings. 

Before you could make a decision, Mick moved and walked to his bedroom. “Come here, sleepyhead!” He yelled. 

“For someone who wants me to stay here you could bring me to your bed properly!” You replied, only realizing what this could possibly mean when you saw Mick. He was standing in the middle of his room, surprised, with a shirt in his hands.

“Hm, here, you can sleep in my shirt.” He turned around immediately to give you space and intimacy. Or maybe because he couldn’t look at you when all his brain could focus on was how he could bring you to his bed if he wanted to. He hoped he wasn’t breathing too loudly because in this silence, all he could hear was his heartbeat, his breath and the sound of your clothes falling on the floor. 

“It's ok, you can turn around, I look presentable” you said with a small laugh before walking to his bed. There was something natural about how you pick your side, knowing which one was Mick’s. 

You pretended to look at something on your phone while Mick was dressing down. Truth was, the screen was black and it was the first time he would be sleeping in his boxer. But it felt intrusive after he turned around for you.

Then Mick did what he did best. Once he was laying down by your side, he immediately took you in his arms. It was a ritual. It started the first time you did a sleepover together when you were kids. Mick had forgotten his comforter at home. He didn’t want to sound like a baby but he ended up admitting the truth to you. So you innocently offered to be it, if it could help. It did. And became something natural for both of you.

“I could get used to that every night.” He yawned in your neck.

“Me too.” You replied with a smile, cuddling against him. “Maybe it could become a thing.”

“Hm, maybe, I like this idea.”

And just like that you knew that maybe one day this feeling of missing something in your life would be gone. Because all you needed was here.

[hellsite-proteins]

I am not crazy!

I am not crazy…

I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never!

I just – I just couldn't prove it. He – he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him.

You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse.

That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking?

He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer!

But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer!? What a sick joke!

I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you – you have to stop him! You-

i've never seen breaking bad or better call saul, so my knowledge of both shows is purely from memes and the many meth jokes that come up when you take enough university organic chemistry classes (yes, i had to google this monologue to find out where it is from)

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

IamntcrayIamntcrayIknwheswappedthsenmersIknewitwasneafterMagnaCartaAsifIcldevermakeschamistakeNeverNeverIstIstcldntprveitHehecveredhistrackshegtthatiditatthecpyshptliefrhimYthinkthisissmethingYthinkthisisadThisThischicaneryHesdnewrseThatillardAreytellingmethatamansthappenstfalllikethatNHerchestrateditimmyHedefecatedthrghasnrfAndIsavedhimAndIshldnthaveItkhimintmywnfirmWhatwasIthinkingHellneverchangeHellneverchangeEversincehewasalwaysthesameCldntkeephishandstfthecashdrawertntrimmyCldnteprecisimmyStealingthemlindAndhegetstealawyerWhatasickkeIshldvestppedhimwhenIhadthechanceAndyyhavetstphimY

protein guy analysis:

this one is more interesting than completely awful to me (its still not good, but relative to the other things we've seen here, its tolerable). the structure's confidence may not be any good, but a few of the helices did end up pretty close together. we also got a couple very bendy looking beta sheets. looking at the surface, there are some small areas that look like they're actually part of the same structure. the other interesting thing is that a few of the helices have kinks in them (the most obvious being the helix on the bottom left). upon closer inspection, these helices are not bent by proline, as i had initially expected. instead, attraction between hydrophobic residues seems to be bending parts of the helix together, and glycine introduces even more flexibility. to me this highlights how important the order and grouping of residues it. this seems obvious, but having hydrophobic and hydrophilic amino acids mixed together at random will have very different consequences for the structure than having longer sequences of amino acids all sharing similar traits. so, even if the relative composition of a sequence starts to approach something we could see in a protein, the success still depends heavily on the primary structure. i don't know if any of this makes sense, but looking at the less miserable proteins always makes me consider how else we may optimize the results to get something that looks nicer.

predicted protein structure:

cartoon representation

close up of residues in bent alpha helix

surface representation

[pensat-i-fet]

Wrong team (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got this cute little request and I like to think I managed to match the cuteness. I hope you agree and that you enjoy reading it ❤️**

Word count: 1216

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Waiting for your boyfriend to come back home so you could show him the surprise you got for him was torture. It happened to you every time. If you bought a birthday present for someone a week before the birthday, you spent all seven days desperate to give it to them and see their reaction. So even if there was a whole month of waiting between today and the GP, you just had to tell Rúben about it.

When he opened the door, you could hear him on the phone talking to someone.

“Yes, that’s great. Just me and her. Yes, perfect. We’ll see you then, thanks”.

“Hiii!”, you said, walking to the door with a huge grin on your face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked, smirking. He knew you were hiding something but were about to tell him because you were a terrible liar.

“I got a surprise for you”.

“Ok, what is it?”

“So, remember how you went to the Monaco GP last year?”, you waited for him to nod. “I thought we could go again, but together, and I bought us the best tickets. They cost me a fortune so don’t say now that you already got plans”.

He laughed too but there was something odd in his expression.

“Would they be easy to return?”

“What?”

“I just got a call from the people that invited me last year and they want to invite me again. So there won’t be any need for your tickets. I’m getting them for free”.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing!”, you jumped into his arms. This kind of ruined your surprise but who cared? This was better.

“And I know you don’t love Red Bull but…”.

“Wait, what? You’ve been invited by Red Bull?”

“Of course. Who else would invite me?”

“Well, my tickets are for Mercedes. That’s where I want to be”.

Rúben laughed but then saw how serious you actually were.

“You’re kidding, right? You can see the cars just the same from the Red Bull area”.

“I can see the football just the same from the Old Trafford VIP area and you don’t see me there when you play United. I’m on the away end”.

He sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to convince you.

“So what do we do?”

“Easy”, you said. “You thank Red Bull for their generosity and come to the GP with me and stay with the best team”.

“But I like Red Bull”, he said, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“Then date Verstappen”.

“Do you think I’m his type?”

“Ugh!!”

You left, annoyed at him and at his silly jokes that were going to make you laugh. But it was ok. There was a month to convince him to do the right thing.

                                      **

“It’s your last chance to do the right thing, Rúben”, you said when you were about to land.

“I could say the same to you”.

“You know, my whole family supports United. It would be so easy for me to do the same but no, I support City because of you. You should support Mercedes because of me”.

“I would if you worked for them”, he tried to reason.

“I support Benfica because of you”, you tried, changing tactics.

“You’ve never watched a match from the Portuguese league in your life”.

Seeing how he was trying not to laugh made you roll your eyes.

“I’ll see you at the after parties then”.

He followed you laughing, and making everyone look at him.

“Come on! Don’t be like that”.

“We’re enemies this weekend, Dias. Just deal with it. And give me a kiss before I leave”.

“Do you kiss your enemies often?”

“Yeah, it’s really sexy. You should try it…right now”.

But you were mostly all bark and no bite and spent a lot more time with Rúben than what you told him you would. Obviously staying together at the hotel, having meals together, attending the after parties with him…but when it was race time, he went to Red Bull and you went to Mercedes.

He didn’t care about most of the behind-the-scenes stuff that went on so he used the pre-race time to walk around seeing people and checking how the atmosphere was. You, on the other hand, were making sure you didn’t miss one thing the Mercedes team was doing. You were surprised they didn’t think you were spying for their rivals or something.

And that’s how Rúben ended up on the grid being interviewed for Sky Sports. There were more football players there but he was with his City teammate Phil Foden when the presenter asked them if he could talk to them for a second as part of their pre-race coverage.

“Rúben, you were here last year too. Getting addicted to the sport?”

“I’ve been for a while”, he laughed. “Actually, my girlfriend is a crazy Formula 1 fan so I have to always watch the races, the Netflix show, the interviews on Youtube…I might know more than you by now”.

The presenter laughed before asking the obvious question. “Where is she then? Don’t tell me you got invited and didn’t bring her as your plus 1. And if you did, I hope you have a comfortable sofa at home”.

“She is here…but not with me”.

“How so?”

“She’s a Mercedes fan and refuses to be anywhere near Red Bull, so…”.

“Oh boy…”, said Foden, trying not to laugh too much at his teammate’s words.

“Yeah”.

“Well, I hope you don’t get in too much trouble for supporting the wrong team. Have a good time, guys”.

“Thank you”.

The race ended up being as intense as most GP in Monaco were. And, unfortunately for you and Rúben, neither Red Bull nor Mercedes won the race. It was Aston Martin's Fernando Alonso that worked his magic once again to win the most iconic GP of the season.

"I lost and you lost", you said to Rúben when you found him at the restaurant. "My cousin must be thrilled, though. She loves Alonso".

"Do you want to eat something before we leave?"

"Not really".

"Let's go then".

Rúben took your hand and you walked towards the boat that was going to take you back to the hotel.

"Come here. I've missed you".

He made you sit on his lap, hugging you tightly. And you just relaxed looking around at the beautiful views.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I did. I missed you, though. Can we not support opposite teams next time?"

Rúben laughed and you remembered what was on your bag.

"Oh, I bought you a gift".

"Really?"

You took the cap out of the bag and he laughed again seeing you bought a Mercedes one for him.

"I can wear it if you don't like it", you said, putting it on your head and messing up the updo you had spent half an hour on that morning.

"It does look better on you. No surprise there".

You stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, not really minding the silence.

"So…next GP we invite your cousin and support Aston Martin? Maybe that's the solution to our little problem".

You laughed at how silly he could be but loved that he was already thinking about what GP you'd attend next. "Yeah, maybe".

[samynnad102687]

Growing Old

@struttingstag

April 16 Prompt: Growing Old | 1216 words | Jegulus

James was lying in the bed at their rented villa on the French Riveria with his now-husband. He still couldn't believe that Regulus agreed to date him let alone marry him. They had just spent the last month touring different countries in Europe and it was their last day before they had to go back home to London and back to real life. James was not ready to give up this little bubble they had created.

James looked over to find Regulus still sleeping, curled up into James' side with his head on his chest. James couldn't help but smile down at him. He raised one hand slightly to card his fingers through his hair. Regulus hummed in his sleep as he crowded James even more. James tried not to laugh but it came out anyway.

"Jamie," Regulus mumbled into his chest.

"Yeah, Starlight?"

"Go back to sleep."

"I'd love to but you know me, once I'm up, I'm up."

Regulus peeked up at him from under his lashes with a slight glare but both of them knew it didn't mean anything.

"Why did I marry you?"

"Because you love me and you want to grow old with me," James beamed at his husband.

"Oh, yeah. That," Regulus replied sleepily. "Well, stop moving so I can go back to sleep."

"We go home today, love."

"No."

"No?"

"Nope, we're gonna freeze time and stay here forever," Regulus declared as he gripped James' waist tighter.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

James was okay with that plan.

**

James was running around the house trying to get everything ready for Harry's first day of reception. Regulus was in Harry's room getting him dressed. Regulus and James got the honour of dropping him off with Luna while Lily and Pandora got to pick him up after school since he was spending the night with them while James and Regulus went out for the night. In the last ten years, they tried to keep a weekly date night so they didn't get burnt out with work and parenthood.

"Are you ready, James?" Regulus called from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah. Just need to grab his jacket and then everything is set," James replied as he whirled around to look for the jacket he just had in his hand and now wasn't.

"You mean this jacket?" Regulus chuckled as he held up Harry's Spiderman jacket that Pandora got him for Christmas last year.

"I swear it was just in my hand," James laughed as he kissed his husband on the lips.

"I'm sure it was, Mon Soleil."

Regulus shook his head before he helped Harry into his jacket.

"All ready, Haz?" James asked the obviously excited five-year-old.

"Yeah. Is Luna gonna be in my class?"

"Yes, she is," Regulus confirmed.

Harry and Luna were only a few months apart, so they have been inseparable since birth. James and Regulus loaded Harry up into the car and made sure his buckle was secured before James pulled out of the drive. The drive to the school wasn't long but James could already feel the nerves about having his child start school and not being home all day anymore. They arrived and Harry was practically bouncing in his booster seat.

"Do you need help, Haz?" Regulus asked after he opened the back door.

"No. I got it."

Harry unbuckled himself and James handed him his backpack before the three of them walked up to the school and into his classroom.

**

James never wanted to end up in a hospital's waiting room again. He had just dropped Harry off with the Weasleys for the night when he got a call from the hospital. Regulus was in a car accident, so here he was sitting antsy as fuck and waiting to hear how his husband was doing. The receptionist refused to tell him anything aside from he was still in surgery.

Two hours later, the doctor finally came out to talk to him. By that time, James had called Lily, Pandora and Sirius. He hadn't told Harry yet. Mainly because he wanted to wait and find out how bad it was. James was listening to the doctor but the only thing that came through his cloudy mind was 'Regulus is going to be just fine.' James could have dropped to his knees right then and there in relief if Sirius wasn't holding him up.

After James got his bearings again, he followed the doctor back to the recovery room where Regulus was. Regulus had his leg elevated and in a cast as well as some scrapes and bruises along the side of his neck and chest. James hated that he was injured and mentally cursed whoever hit him.

"It's not as bad as it looks, love," Regulus chuckled lightly as he reached out for James' hand.

"It looks pretty bad, Reg," James whispered as he took his husband's hand. "What happened?"

"Somebody ran a red light and t-boned my passenger side. The doctor said if there was anybody else in the car, they wouldn't have survived and I'm lucky to only have a broken leg and some bruising," Regulus replied as he squeezed James' hand in reassurance. "Everything is going to be okay. Where's Harry?"

"At Ron's. I didn't want to worry him so I didn't tell him anything yet," James replied absentmindedly as he looked at Regulus' injuries.

"Probably a good idea," Regulus mused.

**

"Haz, hurry up before you're late for your own graduation," James shouted up the stairs.

"I'm coming, Dad. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Regulus was sitting on the couch laughing quietly and James spun around to glare at him.

"I don't want to hear it," James pointed at him but had no bite to his tone.

"If I remember correctly, you were almost late to your own graduation too, so I wouldn't give him so much grief. He does take after his father after all."

"He's your son too, you know," James remarked before he kissed Regulus on the forehead. "Maybe, he'll come down quicker for you."

Regulus shrugged and stood up before he walked to the stairs and called for Harry, "Haz, it's time to go."

"Be right down, Papa," Harry replied and was on the landing within the next minute.

Regulus turned towards James and smirked.

**

The summer night air was a little sticky after the rain storm but it didn't stop the great-grandkids from playing in the puddles and the mud, no matter how much James and Regulus told them not to. James couldn't help the love that swelled in his heart as he watched them.

James and Regulus were sitting on their wrap-around porch watching them chase each other around the garden. The older two were making sure that the younger three were included instead of ignoring them like most teenagers would do. They weren't on their phones either which James appreciated.

"Can you believe we get to watch our great-grandkids run around like this?" Regulus asked as he cuddled closer to James on the porch swing.

"I told you we would," James replied as he kissed his forehead gently.

"Yeah, you did." Regulus smiled up at him before he continued, "I love you, Mon Soleil."

"I love you too, Mon étoile."

Also posted on Ao3: As Time Passes

[avrerrotheroachfan]

you bar?

WHAT A SICK JOKE

[anew-jackson]

i am not crazy 🤨 i know he swapped those numbers! 🤦🏻‍♂️ i knew it was 1216, one after magna carta! 📜 as if i could ever make such a mistake. 😬 never. never! 👎🏻 i just couldn’t prove it! 🔎 he covered his tracks. 😶‍🌫️ he got that idiot from the copy shop to lie for him. 🤥 you think this is bad? this chicanery? 😤 he’s done worse! that billboard! 📊 Are you telling me a man just happens to fall like that? 💁🏻‍♂️ no! he orchestrated it! 🎹🎺🎻🥁🪈 jimmy, he defecated through a sunroof! 💩 and i saved him. took him into my own firm! 💾 what was i thinking? he’ll never change.. 🪙 even when he was nine! couldn’t keep his fingers out of the cash drawer! 💵 he gets to be a lawyer? what a sick joke! 🤢

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 9 - Sun

The city was still spinning as the sun rose between distant gaps in the skyline. Ariadne grimaced against its warming glow, wearily shielding her eyes before ducking into the slowly shortening shadows of the towers on the opposite side of the street. She lifted her head, a headache already pounding behind her eyes, her fuzzy vision focusing at last at a balcony far above covered in hanging plants. Given the angle of the sun, she guessed she had about two hours before she was expected to give a lecture - about what? 

She stood slack-jawed on the steep ramp leading to her building’s lobby. What was the lecture about? Sexual reproduction of flowering plants, she remembered, the ghost of a childish smirk crossing her face for just a moment. Two hours, she thought, dragging her feet across the lobby to the elevator. Enough time for a shower and maybe food, but certainly not for sleep. It took her a moment to remember which floor she wanted, but the building remembered for her: a pleasant chime as the doors closed and the lift ascended to the 12th floor.

She dreaded these elevator rides. Alone with her thoughts at last, they invariably drifted back to her latest regret. She sifted through her memories, trying to sort out which happened last night, and which happened the night before, or the night before that, or some time in the distant past. So many memories to keep track of and so few (and such temporary) ways to forget.

...

He was there. Probably dragged along by his partner (or his partner’s partner, more like), his back was turned to her when she wandered downstairs from the symposium on the roof to refill her drink. She slipped behind a group of taller Phantomology students, grabbed an entire bottle of wine off a table, and slid into a storage room off the lecture hall without him noticing. She hoped, anyway. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she considered her situation. No other way out of this room. Nothing fun in here, either, just more chairs. She sighed, and opened the door. And there he was. He was still wearing his mask, though the hood had been thrown back, and covering his mouth with his hand in anticipation of her emerging from the storage room. She couldn’t see it, but she knew he was smirking.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” His voice held no trace of amusement. She bought herself some time by downing the entire glass of wine she had just poured, and poured herself another, as Hades leaned back against the wall, his shoulders slumping. He seemed to be deflating.

“No,” she responded flatly, looking for the exit as her burning cheeks betrayed her again. Maybe he would think it was just a response to the alcohol. A foolish thought. A nearby group of students shifted towards the stairs to the roof, leaving them far more room alone than Ariadne was comfortable with. Hades took the opportunity to move closer.

“I missed you,” he ventured, keeping his face turned from hers, his hand dangling dangerously close to hers. An invitation. One she should not entertain. She took another large gulp of her wine, though she couldn’t repeat her earlier performance without consequence.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I was here,” she gestured emphatically around her, wine sloshing in the glass, “the entire time.” The unsaid thing drifted in the small space between them. That was the problem.

… 

The elevator chimed again, doors opening smoothly. She stepped into the hallway and doors closed behind her again. She followed the track of soft lights down the corridor, pausing in front of room 1216. She rustled around her bag for a key, eyes unfocused on anything before she recognized a spore growing from a corner of the door frame. It wasn’t there yesterday. Probably wasn’t there yesterday. She hadn’t looked. Another one escaped. 

She unlocked the door and entered her apartment. It was pitch black, thanks in part to the dark, thick drapes she had tacked up against the windows. She’d have to redouble her efforts at keeping her specimens contained. Halmarut had given her an earful about keeping her research at the Akadaemia, but she insisted on bringing it home. At the time, she claimed it was because she needed to test spore reactions to different environments, but here, alone, she knew it was because her work kept him away. It kept everyone away, in fact - a convenient excuse to keep going out and never bring anyone home. This was her space: to be as uninviting and hostile as she wanted. 

She dropped her bag in the middle of the room and wrenched her way out of her robes, turning on the harsh light in the washroom and gazing into the mirror for a moment. Her neck and shoulders were painted in lipstick smudges, small bruises, and bite marks. She fluttered her fingertips over one of the marks, trying to remember who was responsible. Her stomach dropped when she realized it was one of his.

[pixaho]

Hi, how are you? I’m glad I checked with you first so I wanted to request something that’s been on my mind for a while, and I’ve tried to see if other high & low pages could do it but I guess they couldn’t so hopefully you will do it

Angst & fluff

But do you think you can make one

Reader is dating kizzy & kaito

& Reader Being Rocky’s younger sister

She’s girly & prefers to keep to herself

They’re both protective of her

The 3 of them try their hardest to keep her a secret, nobody knows (she’s related to rocky & dating Kizzy and kaito ) except anyone apart of their group, so she’s not in any type of danger, anyways she wait for Kizzy to pick her up from work (while rocky and & kaito are off doing business or something)

Doubt tries to find ways to take white rascals down a long the way of stalking them they finally find out that rocky has a sister They go looking for her then to get her back Again I apologize if it too much

I want to see a brother and sister moment with reader and rocky.

And a moment with Kizzy and kaito if you need to change somethings or add some stuff in please do

Secrets, Secrets and Secrets | Kizzy x Girly!Reader x Kaito

Author's note | I will absolutely do this. I actually love this idea so much, and I'm sorry for being a lot later than expected, I was asleep and then had to do chores. Also hello! I am doing good, I hope you're doing well. I hope you enjoy this! I know Kizzy is a girl, so bear with me about the whole looking like a boy effect, I decided to give them they/them pronouns.

Word Count | 1216

Warnings | Angst, kidnapping, mentions of kidnapping, doubt in general. Cussing, obvs.

Snippet | You're in a secret relationship with Kizzy and Kaito, only they and your brother, Rocky, know. They keep it a secret from everyone as you tend to keep to yourself. When waiting for Kizzy to pick you up from work one night, you suddenly get snatched. Now they must find you.

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It wasn't easy keeping you a secret due to how Kizzy and Kaito were. It wasn't hard for Rocky to keep that secret. Only a handful of people knew that you were his sister, and almost nobody knew that you were dating Kizzy and Kaito. They loved you, and you knew that. Even if you kept to yourself often due to your fathers actions when you were younger, you still loved them.

The usual things that happened everyday were you working your 9 AM to 11 PM job, your significant others would be there at 11:30 PM sharp to pick you up or your brother, and then you would spend the rest of the night with the people you cared for.

Here you were, standing outside, shivering in the cold as you didn't bring your jacket. You were wearing a black top and a matching black skirt with your apron from your job. You didn't seem to take in the surroundings much as you never really had to worry about danger. With Rocky being your brother, many of the other gangs in SWORD knew not to mess with him by using you, but they didn't know you were his sister. They thought that you were just another girl that Rocky took in. That is, until Doubt found out who you really were.

You had been standing there for at least an hour, wondering where Kizzy was since Kaito and Rocky were both in a meeting with Sannoh Rengokai. Suddenly you notice someone drive past, a black van, before it abruptly stops. You sense a weird sort of danger, everything in you is telling you to turn and run. But right as you do, you get hit in the face with someone hard. Your vision blurs as you look at who did it as they bend down to grab you.

~ Time skip ~

It had been hours that you were gone, Kaito and Rocky had both gotten back to Club Haven where Kizzy was. The scene had looked weird to the both of them as Koo attempted to calm them down.

"What is going on?" Rocky speaks up, looking around, a feeling that someone in missing or in danger.

"I got there and she was gone. I'm telling you there is no where she would have gone. Something is wrong!" Kizzy tosses their hands in the air, panicking. "All I found there was her bag, and a Doubt symbol sprayed into the wall next to where she works. That is not a coincidence and you cannot tell me otherwise."

"Kizzy!" Rocky raised his voice, something he rarely did. "Where is Y/N?"

They shoot a worried facial expressing to him and Kaito, clearly being bothered by the whole situation. Rocky didn't need to hear anything else, he had felt it and he knew you were in danger. He wouldn't admit it but there was goosebumps on his skin. The club wasn't cold at all but he had a hundred thoughts about what could have happened to you.

"Perhaps," Koo starts, making a worried glance between Kizzy and Rocky. "Doubt?"

"It's obviously Doubt. Sannoh Rengokai said that they were back, and they would look for any chance to get back at you Rocky." Kaito's low voice speaks up. He fidgets with his gloves, avoiding eye contact at any and all cost.

Rocky takes a deep breath, focusing his eyes on Kizzy. "When did you get to her work place?"

"I was an hour late because we were still cleaning up and I lost track of time."

"Was anything left behind apart from the Doubt symbol that was of hers?"

"Her apron."

He looks at Koo. His eyes shift from everyone in the room to the damaged apron that is in Kizzy's hands. A million thoughts rushed through his head, his poor baby sister is somewhere out there being possibly harmed by people who wanted to hurt him. It didn't just scare him, but it also made him angry.

So for a couple of hours, White Rascals spent the time fighting Doubt members. Granted it took a while before they could actually find out where you were located, and by a while it took a whole day. You could hear the sounds of fighting from the room you were in, you were bruised and hurting in multiple places. Your body ached from the amount of kicks and punch's that had been thrown.

Suddenly the door where you were in opened, the light slightly blinded you but you could tell it was a man, breathing harshly. He regains his composure, and as your eyes adjust you realize it's Rocky. He rushes over to you, quickly untying you before throwing his arms around you.

"I'm so sorry, Imōto." He's hugging you, not too tight to help your injuries. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just hurt a lot." You quietly speak as he helps you to your feet. His arm wraps around you to keep you from falling.

"I had a feeling and I knew I should have left that meeting," He starts, some of his words sound broken as he tries not to cry. "If I had left then you wouldn't have been hurt this bad. It took us so long to find you and I am sorry."

You lean your head on Rocky's shoulder, everything feels heavy and almost everything hurts. A flood of relief washed over your body like a cool wave in the middle of summer when you saw your significant others. Granted they were both dirty and bloody, they looked happy that you were okay.

"Rocky," You begin, mumbling. "When I get patched up, can we just chill out, no fighting or drama for the day?"

"Of course." He squeezes your shoulder a little. Your eyes fell close as you exited the building, falling asleep.

When you awoke, Kizzy and Kaito were right beside you picking a movie out, food in Kaito's hand and a remote in Kizzy's. You move a bit, grimacing at the sudden sharp pain in your side when you attempted to sit up. This alerts the duos attention as they both look down at you.

"Hey, how are you?" Kizzy bends down, moving a piece of your hair out of your face. They seem to be relieved that you look a bit better.

"I'm doing fine. Where is Rocky?" You question, taking in a deep breath. Kaito points behind you, which takes you a while to turn over. When you do, you're met with your brothers sleeping face. Peaceful. He looks tired, so this was his chance to sleep. He's holding something in his hand, which you squint to get a better look at. Your baby blanket. He was that worried that he had kept it all these years.

"He didn't want to leave your side." Kaito turns his head to the side a little bit as you smile. You had kept a few things from your childhood, these consisted of your blanket, a few bracelets your sister had made you, and a letter that your brother wrote for you when you had just been born. You lost the other stuff but ended up keeping the blanket.

"We made you food." Kizzy plops down onto the bed, placing a kiss to your cheek.

[pissditching]

I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just – I just couldn't prove it. He – he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse. That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer! But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer!? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you – you have to stop him! You-

[werezmastarbucks]

2. Look what I have under the cloak

barry allen x Y/N

part 2 out of 8

word count: 1216

At the graduation, Barry begged you to be there. You'd finished a week earlier and got your useless diploma, and could now barricade one window with it. It was important for him for you to be there, because, well, you were his only friend. He also crushed into you, hard, like only Barry Allen can. With the thought, swirling in his head, and the reinforced feeling of admiration turning almost into obsession. But you didn't know about it.

The ceremony was prudent, quick and sweet. At least they have acknowledged his genius, that mr Barry Allen excells at all subjects he takes onto, and there were many. They saw his bright future as talented lawyer, and shook his hand, and forgot his name the next day. Barry looked funny, like a schoolboy, in a long black robe and a graduate's hat; he beamed with pleasure as he took off the stage and went back into the audience. You nudged his shoulder and nodded, and gave him a short hug.

It's been weird, pretending like he's not the Flash, when he was the Flash. Every time he skipped College to go someplace, he now didn't even invent any excuses, and you didn't even ask. He'd just return the next day, or a couple days later, a little beaten, a bruise here and there, and you'd casually talk about the news to tease him. You were glad he wasn't trying to distance himself from you. The Flash or not, you wouldn't have anybody else to talk to if he decided to stop being friends with you.

You went to lunch and the library as usual, chatted about physics and literature, and films, and food. All the while a huge yellow lightning sign hung between you like an elephant in the room. You didn't know why it pissed you so much, that he wouldn't confirm. You guessed there were reasons, but it was so, so painfully clear.

Now, as the ceremony was over, you two started to get going. Talking about the future, and the plans, and the doom that was awaiting you. The job market - oh, don't mention it, it's a nightmare. Should we go out for a pizza? Of course, I thought that was by default.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand as you entered the inner yard. People were already making themselves scarce, all flowing straight out of the gates. Barry pulled you over, concealing you two behind a brickstone niche with a little fountain.

"Look what I have under my cloak", he said, quickly.

You pulled your hand away.

"Ew, Barry, fuck off!"

"No, it's not what you think. It's the other thing you were thinking".

You looked into his face, into his impatient dark eyes, talking to you. You stepped towards him with the feeling of anticlimax approaching, and he opened up his black ceremonial robe.

The dark-red costume with the huge bright yellow lighting on his chest, like a Christmas present.

You opened your mouth, a mixture of triumph and annoyance brewing in your mind.

"We been knew, friend. But that's still... very cool".

"I finally got the approval. Bruce-"

He slapped himself on the mouth so hard he moaned softly. You bit your lip not to roar with laughter.

"I mean Batman, he really didn't want me to share with anyone, I am so sorry".

"You're a really bad actor, Barry, and your mask doesn't hide very much".

"Yeah, I know. I know. But I am so relieved I can tell you now, I mean..."

"Do the Flash!" you urged.

"Hm?"

"Do the thing, when you're standing here, and the next second, you're standing there!"

He smiled happily at your childish impatience for wonder. He started to move. In the slow motion of moving matter, among the golden threads of atoms of the air, he watched your face, like a portrait, and how your hair, ruffled by his sudden jump, flew across it. He wondered why he hadn't done it earlier, because this way, he could stare at your beauty without seeming like a creep. Oh, he was a creep, was he? Fantasizing that one day, he'd be able to catch that expression on your face, that other people usually provide: the look of admiration, and astonishment, the smile of being on a rollercoaster for the first time.

He took off his robe and hung it on the bench, took off his hat, put in on the bench, then, put on the mask, ran around you to create a little vortex of whirlwind, and stopped.

Instead of delivering the smile, you fell, picked up by the gust of air.

"Oh yes!" you yelled, very loud, "that is so badass!"

He picked you up.

"I need to change back", he said, unable to stop grinning, like an idiot. A fraction of a second - and he was in his cloak again, looking at you and your open mouth.

"How could Batman forbid you to tell anybody? Is he your boss or something?"

"Umm... he, like, he's, like a leader. So, yeas, kinda... like a boss, but you know, I am my own boss, of course".

"Of course", you said, laughing.

"And he uh... so, he said... you know, it's generally forbidden for metapeople to disclose their identity, so..."

"I won't tell anyone, Barry, you know that".

"I know, but... well, we gotta live together".

Astonished silence fell on the yard, filling it with the sound of the little fountain.

"...why?" you asked, carefully.

He bit his lower lip.

"Well, so... so that I can monitor you, he said".

"He said?"

"Yes".

"Bruce? I mean Batman?"

He looked at you, suspicious whether you already figured out who Batman was.

"Sometimes he makes my life very difficult, and dictates his own rules, like a tyrant. When I'm supposed to skip college and everythig. But it's for the good, you know".

"No offense, Barry, I really like you, but I don't want to live with you. I just don't want to live with a dude, why would I".

He nodded energetically, almost hysterically,

"Yes, I get it, I ge-e-et it one hunch".

His felt his heart sink. Not that he expected you'd be so smitten with him by now, that you'd be thrilled to move in together. But he expected somewhat of a more ambiguous answer. Good news was, Bruce wouldn't change his mind no matter what. He told Barry all these stories, of dead wives and brothers, and even casual friends and neighbours. At the moment the little, tiny voice of consciousness told him he doesn't appreciate the seriousness of the situation when a civilian knows who he is. But you smelt so good, and you laughed so rad, and was always the softest, the bravest, the smartest person in his every day, and he wanted nothing more than spend every minute with you. Ideally, running into each other in the corridor in the morning, or stumbling in the bathroom, or meeting in the kitchen in the romantic light of an evening lamp.

You were still talking about how you didn't want to live with him; with such eagerness, such disdain towards the idea, that Barry started to think, you suspected something about him. He got a little hurt but let it slide for now.