More card themes

Continuing the playing cards theme at gameofcards, this time for the numbers 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. I made a fanmix...



6th Avenue Heartache by The Wallflowers
25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago
Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes
The Magnificent Seven by The Clash
Driver 8 by R.E.M.
Eight Days A Week by The Beatles
Cloud Nine by The Temptations
Love Potion Number 9 by The Clovers
Are You 10 Years Ago by Tegan & Sara
Big Ten Inch Record by Aerosmith

Mr. Robot fic, on the theme of Secrets

Title: Seeing Mom
Fandom: Mr. Robot
Warnings: Vague spoilers
Word Count: 449

Yeah, so the one thing Darlene knows is that she can never tell Elliott. No matter how much she wants to tell someone. No matter how bad things get. She can’t tell him that she’s been seeing their mom.

Not just seeing her, but, well, okay, so, Mom…Mother…Yvonne—has kinda taken up residence in Darlene’s apartment. Not that it’s actually Darlene’s apartment. More like she’s…well, call it house-sitting. That’s it, house-sitting. Nice place, Chelsea, no doorman, but then again if there was a doorman, Darlene couldn’t really be staying there, right? Anyway, not like Darryl’s gonna mind, what with being on consult in Dubai for three months. After all, what’s the point of having boring yuppie hookups if you can’t scam a cool pad off of it? Whatever. It’s just temporary. Just like having Yvonne around. Won’t last. Something’ll blow up, hopefully not literally, and everything’ll change again.

Or more like, just fade away into the next reality. For sure if it’s to do with Yvonne, that’s how it’ll happen. Fade in, fade out. Barely leaving a trace. Like, showing up to Darlene outside Stumptown, nearly scared the coffee right out of her hand. Never even got around to asking how she managed to find her. Just shrugged and shepherded her up to Darryl’s. Got her settled, even gave her the coffee. Went from there, for like two weeks now. Mostly leaves her to her own devices, who knows what she's doing, not like Darlene is around all that much, everything going on and all hell breaking loose, like always. Sometimes she staggers back to the condo and there Yvonne’ll be, putting out food from the corner, or staring at the flatscreen. Other times she’ll be sleeping already. Darlene keeps meaning to just get face to face with her and ask her what the FUCK is she doing there, what does she want. But the days are already so goddamn full of confrontation, there never seems to be enough energy left for one more.

Besides, there's not all that much emotion between the two of them, never had been. Not like her brother, with all his emo shit about Mom v. Dad, who betrayed whom, all that drama. ‘Course, Darlene had been away for a lot of it. Never thought she’d be able to be grateful being shipped upstate to that crap school, but really, being around home woulda been way way worse. Look how it messed up Elliott.

So, Darlene doesn’t know what's going on with with her mom, but she knows one thing. She can NOT tell Elliott. Out of everything else, this one thing is gonna have to be her little secret.