#Also Imma beat up the hacker guy so fast | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shamelessmultifandomcommunity · 7 years

Text

Irony

Ask:Maybe one where the reader is Felicity's younger sister by a couple of years and is attracted to Cisco with the prompt "Can you be happy, here, with me?"

A/N: sorry this took so long but imma (kinda) busy person. @petals-overdaisies i hope you enjoy 😁😁😁😁😁😘😁😁😁😀 also bare in mind im a only child so i dont know much about siblings. I’m sorry about any misspelt words, it’s 01:09am here😬😀

“Ughhh where are you going now?“ you followed your older sister through the maze of the arrow cave, you never quite knew who started calling it that but it caught on so you went with it

“I’m heading to S.T.A.R labs, because they need the worlds best hacker, hey maybe they might also need the assistance of my prodogy“

“I’m not your prodogy, you know daymn well i taught you half of the stuff you know“

“yeah ok, whatever anyway im sure Cisco would love to meet you, well not love love because how can you love someone before you’ve met them, i mean can yuo really be happy with someone, but then again this is Cisco we’re talking about“ you already knew were this was going, you waved a frantic hand in her face.

“yo earth to dork, God you and Oliver need to get back together again, if you start were gonna miss the next four years of our lives besides im sure me and this Cisco guy will get on perfectly“

“yes im sure you’ll get on like bow and arrow, which is an ironic thing to say cons-you gave her your famous death stare. DONT you dare start,Jesus, how hasnt Oliver impaled you with a arrow yet“ she shook her head and tapped her nose

“you’d be suprised“

“Ya’ll listen up up, i dont do mistakes, aint nobody got time for mistakes“ the raven haired enginer huddled over a small peice of metal.

“who exactly would you be talking to?“ you had to supress a chuckle when a high pitched scream left the enginer

“no..nobody, me, myself“ he panted, still trying to catch his breath “Jesus Felicity, you cant creep on someone unannounced and scare the living bajesus out of them “

“sorry about that Cis, so anyway where is this digital mystery you needed my help with, I even brought my baby sister Y/N“

“uh huh about that“ Cisco rocked on his heels and splayed out his palms “I’ve kind of already solved it, sorry about that“ he stoped rocking and turned to face you “but hey, its nice too meet you. I’m Cisco Ramon you can call me Cis if you want“ he extended his hand for you to shake, a nervous grin filling his face as your gloved hand accepted it .

“I’m sure it is“ you whipped your head round at your sisters remark

“Hey sis“ her blue eyes met your (E/C) ones, you looked over to the door then back at her “the doors over there, byeeeeee“ your sister just rolled her eyes and mutered something about the two of you needing a needing a room. Once she left the room you turened to face Cisco. “sorry about that“ you spoke sincerly.

“It’s ok, hey how did you do that“ his face beamed giving you a quizical look

“do...??“

“make Felicity silent“ your face broke into a smile as you leaned in next to him, you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

“Its a secret sorry pal, although i would be happy to share it if you tell me how you cracked that code“

“deal“ a caramel finger pointed at your face as you stood back up “but only if you awnser this question, can you really be happy, here with me?“ he half smirked, half looked dead serious.

you scrubed your hand over your face ““ God you sound like Felicity”

“yeah i know, i kinda saw her rambling earlier“ his hands started brushing thru the ends of his hair

your head tilted “how, i could’ve sworn it was only us in that room“

he tapped his temples “i, uhh, get these things called vibes, the’re basically visions of the past, present or future“

“you..you can vibe too?” you droped your head so you didn’t have to look at him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to

“yeah” he tilted his head as he caught what you said “wait did you say too?“

“uhh..yea“ you tried to make the atmosphere less awkward by chuckling a little, it totaly backfired “thats why i wear these“ you held up your hands to show him your gloves properly.

“and they supress the vibes?“ you nodded. He took you by suprise when he took your hands into his own and started to examen it. you slowly lifted your head to look at hi face.

*did his eyes look lile before?*

*how could long hair look so sexy on a man?*

“like what you see?“ he gigled as you were pulled out of your trance *jeez how long had you been staring for?*

“no i mean yeah, i mean i was just wondering how your so ok with your vibes?“

“I was like you at first i hated them but now im ok with them, their a part of me”

“i dont hate them“ from the way he quirked his eyebrows you could tell you werent being convincing “i’ll show you” you hesitantly started to take off one of your gloves, you swalloed and took his hand, your skin tingaling from the contact.

Blue and white streaks swirled around you, when you finially focoused on the scene infront of you, you were mortified. You saw yourself and Cisco entangled in a passionate kiss. you immeadeatly let go of his hand, the blue and white faded, a confused look washed over your face as you found Cisco grinning like a wildcat, whereas you were pretty sure Barry’s heart didnt beat that fast.

“I guess you can be happy with me after all“ the raven haired man steped closer to you.

You couldent stop grinning, the feeling of pannic being flushed with a light tug in your heart “i guess so“

YESSSSS I FINISHED IT(this took 2hrs to type) 😆😆😆😆😆😆 I HOPE YOU ENJOY. im not even gna pretrnd i didnt improvise the hell outta the end. imma sleep now cuz its 03:09😴😴😴

11 notes · View notes

headless-tailor · 7 years

Text

Spring day (Vanderwood x Saeran)

ALRIGHT FINALLY I got done my Vanderan fanfic (since @mariamagica was kindly encouraging me :D also this is kinda for you because you made me those headcanons that were just pure gold I love them to bits~~) Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistake because I’ve been writing this fic only at night (for some reason) and right now it’s 3:40AM so Imma just post it here and check it later. Also tell should I continue this fic because if enough people want it I might do so. Anyway have this fluff fic that I’ve been writing for too long (I myself am off to sleep and later getting ready for my nephew’s birthday)

His breathing was getting heavier as he ran in a pouring rain. Panic filled his head making his heart beat like crazy. His fight-or-flight senses pushed on making everything in front of him blurry. Lights brightly shining around him as he tried to hide somewhere where human eyes can’t see. Somewhere dark and quiet. He needed to get away and close into his own world. But getting away in a city that never slept it was difficult to find a that kind of place. Boy still had one place in mind and headed towards it.

“I can’t believe you just let that happen!” Vanderwood raised his voice at Seven. “I’m sorry okay?! I didn’t want that happen to ether! I tried to reason it out but he just-“, hacker tried to explain cutting his sentence with a groan of frustration. “He might get lost Saeyoung. He still doesn’t know all the places here,” ex-hacker growled. Seven sat down and sighed running his hand through his hair. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Then his eyes shot up. “His phone,” he got up running to his computer: “I could track his phone! Because he most likely isn’t going to answer if I called.” Man sat in front of his computer typing away. Vanderwood sighed and sat down on couch. Something hit his thigh making him look down and his face was beyond dumbfounded. “Seven, I don’t think tracking would be helping,” he spoke. “Not a word mortal because God seven-o’-seven defender of justice shall take care of this!” Saeyoung shouted from his computer eyes glued to the screen. “Okay and how did ‘God seven-o’-seven defender of justice’ think he could track his brother down if said brother’s phone is here?” older man crossed his arm holding the phone up.

Seven looked at him faltering with his words and whatever he was going to say. Suddenly he went all quiet like he would’ve shut down. Boy didn’t move. He just sat there staring at his keyboard not blinking and barely breathing. “You Chois are unbelievable. I’m going to find him myself,” Vanderwood said taking his jacket and an umbrella. “Wait how? He could be anywhere!” Saeyoung stood up. “I have my tricks. I’m an old agent if you haven’t forgot,” man gave a small smirk before disappeared at hallway. Saeyoung sighed and slumped down on his chair ruffling his hair.

Vanderwood ran first to Saeran’s favorite places where he could possibly find him, but no sight of Seven’s twin anywhere. Next up he ran to places where he thought Saeran would be, but no luck ether. His stamina was slowly burning out from all that running and he stopped for a moment to take a break. Man leaned against the wall looking up, letting rain wash his face cooling himself down. It has been a long time since he last time had to run this much. Vanderwood was slowly running out of options where Saeran could be, but did not let himself fall into despair like Seven did just while ago.

“Where that boy could be?” man mumbled to himself. Long sigh escaped Vanderwood’s lips as he kept walking. He held the umbrella in a tight grip chewing his bottom lip. He wasn’t the type to panic when a person went missing, but he still couldn’t help the feeling of worry slowly taking over his mind. That boy could be anywhere. He didn’t even have that much clothes on when he ran out. He must be somewhere all by himself freezing in this rainy night. Even thought of it made something twist in Vanderwood’s heart. God why was he worrying this much? It even made him sick. Sure he had worked long time with Seven and then go on an adventure to find his brother but his emotions shouldn’t build up this much towards a guy who he know so little about. Seven gave him a new life, a chance to start again. He could just leave and start life as a normal human. But why did he keep coming back?

“I don’t have time for this bullshit,” Vanderwood growled shaking his head: “Gotta find Saeran.” He tried to think what Saeran would do. He looked pretty pale and submissive almost frightened. A place where nobody would find him. A place where he could hide so nobody can hurt him. Then he remembered that one abandoned property. It was near a bridge enough far away from heart of the city. He sprinted, picking up soon his running pace cold rain and wind hitting his face. Saeran had to be there his heart would shatter. He genuinely feared for boy’s life and tried to get there as fast as possible. “Please be okay,” he constantly repeated in his mind.

Vanderwood got at the house eyeing it carefully. The house was nearly falling apart. Windows were broken, paint was wearing off and a big graffiti was decorating side of the wall. He carefully sneaked in looking around only seeing mess and chaos. Furniture were all thrown around and messed up. There was paint on walls and there was even burning marks on the floor. The house was old and creepy but it didn’t scare Vanderwood away. He just wanted to find Saeran. He carefully walked upstairs peeking in different rooms but they were dark and empty. But from the last room he heard a silent sound. It was weeping. Man slowly entered the room seeing familiar figure sitting in corner hugging his knees.

Vanderwood clenched his teeth and took small step towards him. Saeran’s head shot quickly up looking at him frowning tears in his eyes. “It’s okay Saeran. It’s just me,” Vanderwood spoke slowly. Younger one quickly wiped his tears away hiding his face into his knees. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly. “To simply take you back. Your brother is worried sick and wants you to go back,” man explained. “Why do I always have to do his way?! Why does HE always gets what he wants?! Why can’t I have my own thing?” Saeran shouted trembling curling up more. “Because we’re not sure does your choices hurt you. Saeyoung tries his best to support you. He really tries his best after all those years. He tries his best to be the brother you never got to have,” Vanderwood tried to convince him. Boy just snarled at his words looking away.

“But not only that. I was also worried sick. I was just thinking where you would be, are you hurt and stuff like that. Because Saeyoung isn’t the only person who greatly cares about you,” man said getting Saeran’s attention. Slowly Vanderwood walked closer kneeling in front of him being pretty close. He took his jacket off wrapping it around the boy: “I’m also worried about you. You are the reason why I stay here and don’t run away trying to start a new life because I know it would suck without you. I’ve tried to think of a plan what to do with my life but I always find myself asking how you are doing. Have you eaten, have you slept enough, are you eating healthily and regularly, are you taking enough care of yourself, are you feeling lonely perhaps frustrated. And I can’t help it.” He gave a little laugh at the end.

Saeran just stared at the other man. “But why would you care so much about me?” he asked. “I’ve asked myself that many times already but I always feel just farther away from the answer. Believe me I would tell you the answer if I knew it,” Vanderwood sighed helping the boy up. “Let’s just get you back safely,” he suddenly dismissed himself walking out quickly. Saeran stared at him long but with no other option he just followed him. Boy squeezed the jacket little. It brought warmth and comfort for his cold body. The jacket was almost three size bigger but he didn’t complain about it. It felt nice.

When they both stepped outside it was still raining but the wind had calmed down. Vanderwood opened the umbrella holding it above Saeran making quietly their way back. Boy looked at the other noting that the umbrella only covered him and Vanderwood was only wearing a t-shirt, getting completely soaked. So carefully he leaned against man’s shoulder. Vanderwood winced little looking at the boy. There was faint blush on his cheek and man wasn’t sure was it from possible fever or something else. He changed umbrella to other hand so could wrap his arm around the boy holding the umbrella above both of them. Saeran seemed to calm down even smiling a little while Vanderwood was flushing little heart beating faster than race car speeding.

After taking a while walking back, Seven let them in immediately running to Saeran hugging him. “Oh thank God you’re alright,” he chirped happily. “Get off,” younger one grumbled pushing him away. “Right. I’m sorry Saeran. I shouldn’t have done that. I deeply regret what I did,” Saeyoung said trying to sound as much apologetic as he could. “Yeah yeah whatever,” Saeran dismissed him walking past him. He still had Vanderwood jacket around his shoulders. Seven looked at him confused and then turned his face at Vanderwood. “Don’t even think about it,” man warned before boy could even open his mouth and walked past him. A satisfied grin spread on Saeyoung’s face as he chuckled to himself: “Well things just got interesting.”

To be continued?

#vanderan #vanderwood x saeran

70 notes · View notes

undeadpsycho13 · 7 years

Text

a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart

AHHHHHH GUYS LOOK IM SO SO SO SORRRRRRYYYYYY I SWEAR I HAD THIS FINISHED LAST FRIDAY I JUST FORGOT IM SORRRRYYYYY

i know this chapter is one week overdue, and i hope u guys can forgive me. i swear i had it done ages ago, just forgot to post it. also, its more than twice the length of the first chapter, if that makes up for anything.

thank you to @puzzle-of-life-reason-for-death for the reminder, this chapter is for you!! :D

btw, some chinese swear words are involved, and the translations are at the bottom. if u dont like them, rlly sorry, i just thought it might be fun, cause you know, both baits and an speak chinese canon, and so do i, so why not?

tell me if u dont like it, i wont include them in the next chapter

otherwise, enjoy~~ ^_~

CHAPTER 2: JUST A TINY PART OF ME (FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

The second time was not so much of an accident, but oh well, not-accidents happen all the time, don’t they?

The annoying door ringing speaker thing once again announced Baitsakhan’s appearance at Endgame. A very pissed Baitsakhan. A very pissed Baitsakhan who had not had coffee in the last three days and was currently dying of lack of caffeine in his bloodstream. Red Bull was a poor substitute; he needed freaking coffee. The darker, the better. The scene from last week flashed back in his face, and Baitsakhan cringed a little on the inside. He was not willing to make a fool of himself again.

He had surprised both his sister and An by staying away from coffee for four days, and then couldn’t help but get some coffee from The Starbucks. At least he had figured out the barista’s name. Hilal Ibn Isa Al-Salt. He was awful proud of his memory; who on earth had long-ass names like that? For once, he was appreciative of his unique, surname-less name.

But the Al-Salt guy’s infuriating niceness had gotten the better of him, and he had once again scared Baitsakhan away with a honey-bee-pesticide-banning petition. Who cares whether bees died? Screw them.

The absence of a sufficient amount of caffeine, however, was not his only problem. The Phone Guy (as baitsakhan had deemed him) had texted him back, albeit the dire-sounding warning, with a outrageous reply of, omg so sry got the wrong # D: rlly rlly sry :(. And then, of all the emojis he could have typed, he chose the freaking <3.

Needless to say, Baitsakhan was pissed. No one, no one the whole damn world, was allowed to send him a heart emoji (save Sarangerel and An’s incredibly sweet girlfriend Chiyoko, but that as different), and yet this complete stranger had taken it upon himself (or herself, he added as an afterthought) to send him one. This was an outrage. He would not dignify this text with an answer, he thought to himself.

So, naturally, he just had to go to that nice coffee shop to calm himself down. Just had to. And it had nothing to do with wanting to the hot barista. Absolutely nothing.

Seating himself at the table closest to the window, he took out his phone, absent-mindedly scrolling through his playlist.

An indefinite amount of time passes.

And then, out of the blue, a hand suddenly tapped him shoulder, and, startled, he whipped around, teeth bared, hands out in front of him in an offensive position, ready to gouge the offenders eyeballs out ––

The cute barista (Maccabee, his mind supplied) is, apparently, said offender.

Great, there’s another person who thinks he’s a psychopathic weirdo (not that he isn’t, but still).

But instead of freaking out at his overreaction, the guy laughs. Who even does that after a near-death experience? (Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating, but there’s no denying this guy was weird.)

“Chill dude, just here to take your order.”

Met with Baitsakhan’s blank look, the guy raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look, I love having you here, but if you don’t order something, like, right now, I’m going to have to kick you out, ’cause I just got this job and I really don’t want to lose it. You know, you’ve been sitting here for like half an hour doing nothing.”

Holy hell, he’s been wasting thirty minutes doing nothing?! Scrambling up (in a very dignified way, of course), he says, in a voice he hopes is impassive,

“Sure, I’ll have an espresso or something, like that thing you made last time. If you don’t remember, I’ll just have the thing with the most caffeine.”

Maccabee (again, this is all his brain’s doing, there is no way Baitsakhan would consciously remember people’s names, even super hot guys) laughs at that, shaking his head.

“Of course I remember, who would be able to forget the order of the cutest guy we’ve had here since I started working?”

The blond is nice to enough not show any visible reaction to the way Baitsakhan’s face burns a deep red color at his comment, and instead smiles a bit lopsidedly and turns to go. Suddenly he pauses, turns back to face the noirette, and before Baitsakhan can do anything the older teen quickly winks, so fast it was almost missed, and continues on towards the counter.

For the next five minutes, until Maccabee comes back with his drink, Baitsakhan just sits there, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish, shell-shocked. Even then all he can do is close his mouth and nod his head politely.

A buzz from his phone catches his attention, finally rousing him from his stupor. For a moment, he thinks that it’s the Phone Guy again, but when he see’s "Asian Hacker Lovebird”, he smiles to himself and swipes the screen sideways to reply. Though he would never admit it, An crashing into his life nine years ago really made his life better a thousand-fold. He remembered first arriving in North America, a bitter, parent-less seven year-old, small for his age but savage and aggressive, despite the language barrier. Oh, he learned English in his due time, but back then, really all he could say were a few basic swear words that immediately earned him half a dozen enemies. The one person he gravitated towards was a kid in the year above him, a Chinese boy who was all glares and rule-breaking and rebellious behaviour. Looking at his slim frame and lanky form, people would be led to falsely believe that An was all bark and no bite.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

Professional in at least ten different types of martial arts and an expert at (illegal) poisons and (illegal) hacking, An was definitely a formidable opponent. Baitsakhan’s type of guy. They were the perfect pair, both cold and haughty at school and in public. No one needed to know they played video games together well into the night and had weird movie marathons on a regular basis and smiled until their face’s hurt and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

He was a good friend, cynical, with a dry sense of humor.

Right now, however, not so much.

asian hacker lovebird: where r u????

asian hacker lovebird: baits

asian hacker lovebird: answer me child

asian hacker lovebird: ANSWER ME CHILD

im-not-smol: Piss off.

asian hacker lovebird: THE CHILD IS HERE

im-not-smol: Don’t call me a child.

asian hacker lovebird: i repeat where r u

im-not-smol: A cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: specify

im-not-smol: Endgame Cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: U MEAN!!!

asian hacker lovebird: LIKE DA 1 W/ DA HOT BARISTA U RANT ABT 24/7??!!!!

asian hacker lovebird: OMG STAY RIGHT THERE DONT MOVE IMMA JOIN U

im-not-smol: Don’t you dare.

im-not-smol: 傻逼

asian hacker lovebird: oh no u did NOT just call me that

asian hacker lovebird: now i need 2 come 2 beat u up

asian hacker lovebird: it is a MUST

asian hacker lovebird: see ya in 2 min

im-not-smol: 王八蛋

asian hacker lovebird: SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP IMMA COME OVER RN 2 BEAT UP UR STUPID ASS

im-not-smol: You can try. ;)

asian hacker lovebird: challenge accepted ur goin DOWN boi

im-not-smol: We’ll see about that.

asian hacker lovebird: ur “impecable grammar” rlly pisses me off

asian hacker lovebird: *imppecable

asian hacker lovebird: ugh

asian hacker lovebird: smthn watevr i kant spel

im-not-smol: It’s not my fault you turned autocorrect off.

asian hacker lovebird: when will u eva learn 2 txt like a normal person???

asian hacker lovebird: 好落后

asian hacker lovebird: just sayin

im-not-smol: Shut up.

asian hacker lovebird: look up

Baitsakhan raised his head, only to be met with the sight of a very distorted face right next to his head. And of course he didn’t scream Jesus Christ and shriek like a little girl, what are you talking about?

The weird twisted face outside morphed into a wicked grin and the doorbell rang once again as another customer entered, tears of mirth still apparent in his eyes. This new comer looked quite out of the ordinary, tall and dressed in nothing but black and silver, a face that was all harsh angles and sharp corners and pale skin. A contrasting red teardrop tattoo stood out, leaking out of his right eye, and his strange hair style earned him quite a few looks from the other customers.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Shut up, you will speak of this to no one, understand?”

Most people would quake with fear at the aggressive tone, but An just rolls his eyes,

“Normal people don’t speak like ancient three-hundred year-old vampires, Baits.”

He drops down on the chair opposing Baitsakhan’s, leaning back and crossing his legs, stretching them out in front of him, a picture of complete ease.

“So, where’s the hot shot?” An says in a mock-whisper tone. Baitsakhan glares at him before subtly motioning towards the counter, where Maccabee is leaning against it, his phone one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. For a moment, An just stares, a small smirk on his face (not that the smirk ever disappears), whistling appreciatively. And then, out of the blue, he shouts, so loud that he attracts probably the attention of everyone else in the mile radius,

“Hey there, aren’t employees not supposed to serve themselves?”

Startled, Maccabee looks up. He sees An’s triumphant expression and Baitsakhan’s kill-me-now-please-just-shoot-me-and-save-me-from-the-torture one, and kind of gathers what happened. A lazy smile slips onto his face. He walks over, leisurely, still holding the half-finished drink.

“You’re right. But… ” He pauses for effect, and in that short amount of time An actually gets around to rolling his eyes again. The boy really gets a lot of practice.

“I’m off duty. Ais over there took over for me.”

He gestures at a red-headed girl who has somehow managed to escape their notice until then. For a moment, a strange look flits across Baitsakhan’s face, but as quickly as it got materialises, it disappears.

An shrugs.

“Oh. Good for you.” He says awkwardly.

There’s an uncomfortable silence, like the type when someone ought to say something but nobody does, before Baitsakhan finally interjects,

“Thanks for the coffee, but I think my friend and I should get going.” Here he pointedly glares at An, who stares innocently at the ceiling.

“How much is it again?”

Maccabee shrugs,

“Don’t worry about it, as long as you come again, it’s on the house.”

He winks suggestively.

Baitsakhan, of course, agrees. After all, who could say no to a free cup of coffee, right? And obviously, obviously it had no correlation to the fact that he actually wanted to come back to ogle the baristas. Duh, no.

When he first visited the coffee shop, Baitsakhan never imagined he would meet someone like this who flirted blatantly and paid for his drinks. When he first exited the coffee shop, he never thought he would come back again. When he came back the second time, he never thought that this place would impact his previously non-existent love life.

Only when they are outside the door, Baitsakhan for the second time, An the first, and An is laughing at his lovestruck (Baitsakhan would deny this) expression that Baitsakhan realises that maybe, maybe a tiny part of him has fallen in love with Maccabee.

(Just a tiny part.)

CHAPTER INDEX (for your convenience)

1 | 2

so. how’d you guys like it?

here are the translations:

傻逼 = dumbass/idiot

王八蛋 = its like f er (sry, i rlly dont like swearing in english in writing, i feel like ppl will track me down and yell at me)

好落后 = so behind (as in trends, like in the context of not caught up on the latest trends)

hope that cleared things up a bit, if not feel free to send me a quick message, and i’ll explain to you in detail.

anyways, any suggestions for the next chapter?? (i really need to change the texting usernames, any suggestions for the individual characters?? eventually all of the players are gonna get involved one way or another in the texting conversations)

#endgame #a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart #baitsabee #baitsakhan #maccabee #coffee shop!au

11 notes · View notes