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vegalocity · 3 years

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Secret kisses and Touching 2, 14, 22, 23, and 44. Secret Silktea relationship, except both spider fam and Monkey fam actually know! Half of them don’t care enough to say anything (Pigsy,Tang,Spider Queen,Wukong,Syntax) while the other half wants them to reveal it when they’re ready (Min Yi,MK,Mei,Goliath,Sis) - Pixel Anon

Affection meme

49. secret kisses

2. running fingers through hair

14.putting an arm around the other’s waist

22.falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

23. carrying the other one in their arms

44.sitting on the other’s lap

this took me forever to put together because for some ungodly reason i couldn't figure out the scenario

so i decided on a little vignette compilation of sorts

They knew what they were doing.

Of course they knew what they were doing. It was in either of their best interests to keep this a secret. Just because the clan had stopped their crusade to take over the city and their queen had dialed down the ‘revenge’ ideas, didn’t mean there wasn’t still bad blood between his clan and Sandy’s family.

And it wasn’t too difficult, it just meant that when they were all working together for some greater threat or whatever that they’d have to be sneaky. It was easy stealth was one of Huntsman’s greatest Attributes and suspecting Blue of anything was like suspecting a small dog of knocking over a bulldozer.

It wasn’t too hard to simply keep their hands to themselves. Or at least, it wasn’t hard for Sandy, Huntsman was quickly finding his self control lacking in regard to being in such a situation with his… well, with him. But could anyone blame him? Blue was more or less the hottest guy he’d ever ran into before and he was kinda-sorta DATING him! How could he not want to climb that like a tree at all times?

Especially when he was always being so stupidly fucking charming. Sure the ‘needlessly nice’ stuff wasn’t something he particularly appreciated, but it was starting to grow on him, if only on the amount of restraint he must have to keep it up all the time.

Soooo yeah maybe he was purposefully pushing their luck a little, but in his defense he wanted to see how much desire based frustration it would take before ol’ Blue would just pin him against a wall and make him regret wondering.

Syntax had shooed him away from being a nuisance at his worktable, so naturally, Huntsman had to go be a nuisance at someone else’s worktable. Thankfully Sandy was far more agreeable to the company, and thankfully the bid of ‘Bugging Syntax first’ kept his alibi solid. He wasn’t just going over to see Blue he just wanted to be a louse and his normal target had already locked him out of his room. And so nobody really suspected anything when he started to peer over Sandy’s side to watch him tighten this or that thing on this or that device.

And it was pretty damn fun to see just how much of a ‘nuisance’ he could be. This particular bout resulting ih Huntsman being pressed against the car engine Blue had been working on, feeling the orange hair slide between his claws and messing up the stylized mohawk and shuddering when he felt those huge hands almost entirely encompass either of his thighs while keeping him aloft. He hissed through his teeth as he felt Blue give one of his legs a testing squeeze and rolled his hips forward a bit-

“Fish Demon? I need to get another set of eyes on these schematics or I'll actually go insane.” By the time Syntax looked up from his clipboard Sandy was working on the engine again and Huntsman was leaning against his work area and had barely had the opening to whip out one of his knives and his portable sharpener.

Though Sandy’s hair was unable to be fixed and fell to a side as he smiled at Syntax and took the offered blueprints from him.

He wasn’t a big fan of those domestic snatches of time, he wasn’t.

It was mostly an instinctual response, Spiders were pack bonders, so of course when his internal senses started categorizing Sandy as ‘pack’ then he’d relax without intending to while being pulled in with a hand on his waist.

Which was definitely the reason why he was curled up to Sandy’s side, the cool slick feeling of his scales strange against his more leather-like skin. That stupid instinct was the only real reason why he felt so comfortable and like he could practically fall asleep like this.

He felt Blue’s hand gently start running up and down his side and dammit that wasn’t playing fair, it wasn’t his fault that he had been having sleeping problems lately and was rapidly getting drowsy.

He could feel Blue’s hum as the world started to drift away-

“Hey Sandy what do you think- Uhhhh”

“Oh, hello Xiaotian.”

“You know you’ve got a spider on you, right?”

“Oh yeah, Looked like he was having some paranoia problems, took a bit of wheedling to get out but Huntsman here was up for like four days straight ‘till now!”

“Did… Did you slip him your sleepy tea?”

“Of course not! That would be super unethical! Also I'm pretty sure he’s still semi conscious and passively listening without any critical thought right now since he only just dozed off and would probably wake up angry if he overheard anything like that!”

“....right… so anyway-”

The brat knew.

Dammit he knew the brat knew. She definitely fucking knew.

He should have known better than to try anything with that Professional Snoop underfoot. But He’d had plans with Blue before having to get stuck with the brat tonight because the Queen needed Syntax’s expertise and the Sister was on shift at work and Goliath already had plans doing who knows what, and he was stuck with Minyi since he ‘didn’t have any plans’

He’d dragged his feet on the idea of cancelling with Blue, but he’d fucking done it so nobody could say he didn’t contribute to the upkeep of their clan’s youngest. It was just his luck that Sandy had been fine with coming over instead, and the brat had overheard some of the conversation and got excited about ‘Mr Sandy’ coming over to visit. The brat had insisted on stringing some of her fake flowers into his hair before he arrived, after dubbing him ‘suitably pretty’ (her words) she’d done up her own hair as similarly as she could because he certainly wasn’t helping her with her weird pre-’company is coming’ rituals.

And… Blue was a hit with the brat. He had an infinite amount of patience for the inane childish babbling, stooped low so she could string the remaining fake flowers in her possession (why did she have so many fake flowers?) into his beard, and offered to fix dinner for the lot of them (which was for the best since the brat was such a picky eater she could barely stomach some of his specialties)

And… he was not jealous of a six year old for how she was able to crawl into Blue’s lap while the lot of them watched some inane mystery show for the character drama alone since the brat called and explained the mystery within the first three minutes.

Blue was a bit awkward on the sofa, it made sense, Goliath would normally sit on the floor for how the height and width of the couch was not designed with bigger demons in mind, and Blue was considerably bigger than Goliath. So while the brat was cozy as could be in the place of honor, Huntsman was stuck perched on the arm of the couch as to not be crushed into it trying to squeeze in beside Blue.

Not that that would be a wholly unpleasant experience, but the presence of the brat made it go from tempting to awkward. Nonetheless, part of Sandy trying to get comfortable had included one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and while it seemed the brat wasn’t paying attention, it slid down to wrap around his shoulders.

When the time came Minyi didn’t need to be told it was bed time for her, she loudly announced it herself, changed into her pajamas, and after saying goodnight to the both of them went on with a

“I am going to sleep now! And I will not be out of my room until morning so if anything were to be happening I certainly won’t know it, because I will be asleep.”

She smiled widely at Huntsman and closed her door.

Nosey little brat.

Tang huffed a quiet laugh as Sandy gingerly began to lift Huntsman into the air, his broken leg not quite able to be splinted just yet, let alone looked at properly. It seemed the lot of them had suffered some pretty nasty injuries from this last threat (and no doubt it would have been worse if their team and the Spider Clan hadn’t joined forces) including Tang himself despite being on the sidelines for most of it, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated, and the cut on his forehead was still sluggishly bleeding all over the right side of his face, but compared to some of the others he was basically fine.

So once He was able to pop his arm back into place (Ouch) he took to handling cleanup with the only other ‘perfectly normal person’ here, a woman maybe a few years his junior, he’d seen her every so often with the Spider Clan (or rather, with Syntax) but he didn’t know her name.

“Do you think they actually think they’re being subtle?” Her words caught his attention and he turned to glance at the woman. She was in the middle of splinting Xiaojiao’s broken wrist and at Tang’s questioning glance, she nodded at Sandy and Huntsman. Oh!

“I’m sure Sandy thinks he’s the pinnacle of subtlety” Tang responded. He was pretty sure the ‘thing’ that had developed between their friend and the most brutal of the Spider Clan was the worst kept secret on the team since Red Son had started hanging out with Xiaotian and Xiaojiao on the weekends.

“They are so cute when you just walk in on them.” Xiaojiao said around a snicker. “Like how they jump apart like when you flip a magnet over to the matching side.”

“Does your team have a betting pool? My brother organized one for the clan, and if they do anything damning within the next month i win the pot.”

“No! Ohh man we should get one started up! Hey Pigsy! You wanna make a betting Pool for Sandy and Huntsman’s secret romance?”

“Why the hell would i want to do that?”

“Finally have dirt on Sandy after decades of him never being embarrassed about anything ever?” Tang offered with a shrug.

Pigsy thought for a moment and shrugged back before going back to fussing over Xiaotian. “Sure. Who’s bettin’ what?”

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#Silktea #Silkteashipping #Affection meme #vega writes stories too #letters to vega #Spider Queen wins the Spider Clan pot though she denies ever betting anything #but Minyi put in three sticker packs and a yoyo for her bet and she could have SWORN she saw them in the lair by Spider Queen's stuff

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lost-in-sokovia · 4 years

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toxic - chapter 7

i thought this gif would be appropriate since it’s your time to shine with the fam. anyway, enjoy this really chaotic chapter because it is all over the place. (may contain spoilers to Knives Out)

You woke up the morning of Thanksgiving with a knot in your stomach.

You’re telling me you had to go back and deal with Ransom’s chaotic ass family? No thank you!

You decided on a pair of black leggings, a maroon long sleeved shirt, a gray cardigan, and brown low cut boots for this particular event. You didn’t exactly know how everyone there would be dressed, but if you were going to be uncomfortable you might as well be uncomfortable in comfortable clothing.

You sighed as you finished curling your hair and applying some neutral eyeshadow and mascara. You heard a knock at the door and hurried out of the bathroom.

“(Y/N), can’t hide in there forever,” Ransom called. You pulled on your boots before opening the door and blinking in surprise.

He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray sweater with black converse. His hair was combed back and his blue eyes shined brightly.

“Converse, Mr. Drysdale?” You complimented and winked at him. He shrugged as the two of you began to walk downstairs.

“Eh, they were in the back of my closet and I thought ‘this seems like the holiday of trying new things,” he explained with dramatic hand motions. You giggled.

It was a day much like the rest, cloudy, damp, cold, and windy. You shivered as you climbed into the BMW and buckled up. Ransom climbed in next to you and started the engine.

As the two of you took off you began talking.

“So... what should I be expecting?” You asked with a small smile. Ransom smiled back as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Picture your first day with them but closer, more political, longer, and more awkward,” he explained. You scoffed and looked up.

“So it doesn’t get any better?” You said flatly. He chuckled.

“It just goes down hill sweetheart,” he replied with slight pity. Your heart jumped.

Sweetheart, goddammit.

~•~•~

When the two of you made it back to the gorgeous estate, your nerves worked up even more as Ransom parked. He unbuckled and turned to look at you. You were shaking slightly (from cold or nerves, neither of you could tell) and had a forced smile plastered on your face.

“You’re nervous,” he observed flatly.

“You’re crazy,” you shot bsck. He raised his eyebrows.

“(Y/N) I swear you’ll make it through. Look, Joni is going to get tipsy, my parents are going to gossip in the corner, Marta- well I don’t really pay attention to her, Jacob will be on his phone the whole time, Meg-“

“Okay I know you’re trying to help but I think we should just go in,” you cut him off quickly. He stared at you for a moment and saw the urgency in your eyes and shrugged.

“Suit yourself.” He climbed out and you followed. You walked faster to catch up with him and pulled your cardigan around you tighter. You took a deep inhale and exhale as you entered the warm house and smelled lots of different food you were surely excited to eat.

“Marta!” You exclaimed. The nurse caught your eye and smiled, waving. You looked next to you and Ransom had already left your side, making his way to the kitchen and breezing past his family. You frowned briefly but looked back at Marta. “How are you?” You asked. She glanced around the room.

“It’s another Thrombey holiday, one of the few days a year I have to put up with them all at once,” she retorted. You smiled and patted her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m here this year and I’m always willing to help a girl out.” You smiled. She nodded before being called in the other room and leaving to answer. You looked around at the castle house, as you liked to call it. The upside was that you got to spend all day in this beautiful home of a kind man. The downside was that you also had to deal with his all over the place family.

“(Y/N)!” A female voice exclaimed. Joni walked towards you smiling with a glass of champagne in her hand. “Here you are again, how are things with Ransom?” She asked as she surveyed your appearance. She made it seem like the two of you were close gal pals who hadn’t seen each other since college back in ‘87. Maybe this was just her persona... But it was weird.

“Oh, everything is nice,” you replied politely and nodded. She smiled and hummed a soft “mhm,” before regaining eye contact.

“Look, so I was reading your horoscope and-“

“How do you know when my birthday is?”

“Oh easy I found one of your article on Twitter and I just looked you up and-“

“(Y/N)!” Another voice said. You resisted the urge to groan in annoyance and roll your eyes. Is it possible to get tired of hearing your own name?

You looked over and shuddered when you saw Richard walking towards you and smiling. He walked up and put an arm around you and warnings were going off in your head.

“Joni leave the poor girl alone, go have a drink,” Richard shooed her away. Joni rolled her eyes and walked away as her high heels went click click on the wood floor. That left just you and Richard.

“How are ya kiddo?” He asked in a (little too) friendly tone. You smiled nervously and tried to inch a bit out of his grip.

“Oh, wonderfully,” you said through gritted teeth. You looked around for a possible outing but Ransom was nowhere in sight.

“Good, good, listen,” Richard cleared his throat and pointed a finger. “Linda and I were talking and we thought it would be nice for you and Ransom to maybe spend a night with us, you know? I mean we’d like to get to know you too,” He explained. Your head felt light and you were just trying to get away by this point, but his grip around you was too strong.

“Oh, I-I don’t know, Ransom and I seem to be doing just fine-“

“We would love to have you, sincerely! I-“

“Hey perv, let her go.” You heard a stern voice say. You looked up and Meg was standing right in front of you, glaring at her uncle. Richard furrowed his brows and huffed.

“Meg come on-“

“No get off you slimy perv!” She restated firmly and yanked you away from him. You stood trembling with your wrist grasped by her hand and watched Richard storm off. She turned to face you, her naturally-sad green eyes looking you up and down. “Are you alright?” She asked. You sighed and nodded.

“Y-Yeah, I am now. Thanks so much,” you breathed. She hugged you and held your hand.

“Look if he ever comes up to you again just mention something you’ve written at your job. I know you and your work and what you write about is an absolute way to piss him off.” She winked. You smiled and nodded. She gave you a smile before slowly walking off to find something to do.

You pulled yourself back together and started to slowly walk around, hoping you’d run into Ransom somewhere. While passing by a few chairs, Ransom’s cousin Jacob sat quietly on his phone.

“So why are you here?” He asked without skipping a beat. You halted in your tracks and looked down at him.

“Hm?” You replied in confusion.

“Why are you here? Nobody just visits Ransom to visit Ransom,” he said shortly without looking up. You scoffed in disbelief and crossed your arms.

“Uhm, Ransom and I used to be super close. This is just me revisiting an old friend,” you said curtly. Jacob rolled his eyes and put down his phone to actually look at you.

“Look, I don’t know if someone like you would understand,” he began. You did a double take. Someone like me? What the hell kid! “But Ransom always has a play. And since the two of you are so close, I would’ve expected you to-“

“Hey short stack,” Ransom suddenly appeared next to you, cutting Jacob off. “How about you stick to spewing crap through your phone, yeah?” Ransom retorted and drove you away from him. You blinked a couple times. What the hell was happening? You’d only been here for fifteen minutes and you were getting so many mixed signals.

“Ransom what the hell,” you said. He shook his head.

“Don’t mind him, he’s literally insane- Fran!” Ransom called and snapped his fingers above your head as the maid passed by. She stopped and glared at him. “She would like a drink.” Ransom pointed down at you. Fran chuckled and continued to walk away.

“Welcome to the family, kid,” she muttered.

~•~•~•~•~

Later that evening after getting to know Marta and having a quite pleasant conversation with Harlan, it was time for dinner. The family sat at a huge table with Harlan to your right and Ransom to your left. Harlan insisted you sit near the head of the table with him because of your “charm and pleasantness.” It made you blush whenever he said that.

After dinner was served and everyone was eating, Harlan took this as an opportunity for everyone to learn more about you.

“So tell me my darling (Y/N), what’s your life like back home?” He asked. You glanced around with wide eyes as everyone slowly turned their attention to you. You cleared your throat.

“W-Well, I live in an apartment in New York and I work at The New York Times,” you began slowly. Harlan nodded with an intrigued expression as you continued. “I-I have a best friend, Claire, and we normally work together on our articles...” You gestured to Marta. “Claire is Latina too, so I’m really blessed to-“

“Makes sense,” Jacob muttered. Richard cleared his throat and leaned forward and held his hands on the table.

“Ah, so an immigrant friend! What’s that like (Y/N)?” he asked. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to be racist or not, but you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What do you mean? She grew up in-“

“Oh please Richard leave the girl alone,” Linda scolded. All of a sudden the table was roaring with stern chatter. Ransom sat there and laughed, glancing at how idiotic his family looked. Harlan rubbed his temples and gently touched one of your hands, glancing at you with an “I’m sorry” expression. You slowly sat back down as you glanced around at everyone talking about immigration and politics. You took a sip of wine and sighed.

~•~•~•~•~

“I’m just saying that if women are working the same jobs as men how can they not be getting paid the same?!” Richard said from the couch. The conversation that night had shifted from immigration to feminism. Linda, Richard, Joni, Meg, and Jacob all sat in chairs or couches around the fireplace. Your head was resting on the doorframe as your eyes drooped with boredom and exhaustion. You gently swished around the dark red alcohol in your glass, occasionally taking a sip out of it.

“Oh my god Richard! Obviously if that was the case we wouldn’t need feminism!” Joni explained in annoyance.

“But Joni it would be unreasonable for something like that to happen! Studies show-“

“Richard not all jobs have the same ethics-“

“Shut it Meg you’re still in college,” Jacob said flatly. Meg glared at him and gave him a swift slap on the arm.

“Here, you know what, (Y/N)!” Richard called. You perked your head up and slowly walked into their conversation as Linda scolded her husband and Joni complained. “(Y/N), dear, how are you getting paid at your job?”

You took a sip of wine.

~•~•~

While you were getting quizzed on your job and beliefs, Harlan had called Ransom into his study to talk about you.

“Well my dear boy,” Harlan said. Ransom looked at him blankly.

“Hm?” He asked. Harlan tapped his finger against the desk.

“A fine young girl isn’t she?” Harlan asked. Ransom nodded. “She’s both intelligent and beautiful, how’d you manage to be friends with her in the first place?” Harlan teased. Ransom smiled and shook his head.

“Yeah, she’s really something.”

“What are you planning to do with the next few days you have with her left?” Harlan asked. Ransom looked up for a moment.

“Oh you know, just what we’ve done the last couple days,” Ransom replied casually. Harlan cocked an eyebrow.

“You know, I’d hate for you to lose her somehow,” Harlan replied. Ransom’s insides halted, but he played it cool on the outside. Harlan knew his grandson, he knew there was some sort of scheme he was up to.

“Grandfather what do you mean?” Ransom asked. Harlan leaned back in his chair and shrugged.

“I feel as though the two of you reconnected for a reason, and I just hope it was for something good. And I hope it stays,” Harlan told his grandson. Ransom stared at him blankly for a moment before Harlan chuckled and patted his hand. “Go out there my boy.” He laughed.

Ransom stood up slowly and walked out, shutting the door gently behind him. Somehow his grandfather had made it into his mind and flipped some sort of switch. Did Ransom have feelings for you?

“(Y/N)!” Ransom called. You turned around to see him walking up quickly towards you as you stood in the middle of Joni and Richard, whose tones and volumes were beginning to rise. You sighed in relief.

“Ransom I’m ready to go,” you muttered. He nodded and the two of you quickly walked towards the door.

“(Y/N) and I are leaving!” He yelled. You stood next to the door as Ransom pulled on his jacket quickly. He opened the door and gestured for you to walk out. You walked out into the brisk night air in a small hurry. You could hear confused chatter and people trying to say goodbye as Ransom and you quickly climbed into the BMW. You felt horrible for not saying goodbye to Meg, Marta, and Harlan, but you knew you’d make it up somehow. Ransom was tired of his family. He wanted to go home and spend as much time with you as he could, hoping to figure out some things of his own.

Harlan watched all this through a window in his office. He chuckled as he watched as you and his grandson left in such a hurry. Harlan wasn’t hurt you didn’t say goodbye, he knew you would be back at sometime. Marta looked up from the book she was reading.

“What?” She asked with a smile. Harlan turned to face her.

“She’ll be back,” he said. Marta shrugged and looked back down at her book.

~•~•~

“That was really something,” you sighed as the two of you drove home in the night.

“I was quite surprised how nicely you handled everyone there,” Ransom complimented.

“Yeah well I’m just a good actress I guess, because I was nervous and awkward the whole time,” you laughed. He smiled and was silent for a moment, thinking about everything Harlan had told him.

“You know Harlan really likes you,” Ransom said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you two boys talk about me?” You asked playfully. Ransom shrugged.

“He said he thought you and I reconnected for a reason,” he explained. You thought about it for a moment.

“I mean I guess,” you replied in agreeance.

The BMW pulled into the driveway and parked. The two of you got out and you shivered. You were tired and ready to go to bed. You walked into and the two of you took off your coats and shoes as you pulled your curls up into a bun.

You walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water to make sure you were hydrated since you felt just the tiniest bit tipsy. Ransom followed and turned on a few lights. You hopped up and sat on the counter as you drank your water and Ransom looked over at you. Sure you looked tired but still you managed to impress him.

You began to tell him about your take on the whole night. He laughed, agreed, and told you some crazy stories about his family. Neither of you noticed how close he came up to you. He was right in front of you, and the two of you locked eyes. His eyes roamed your face and body and you exhaled slowly, staring at his lips.

The two of you leaned in slowly as ever and you slightly hesitated right before connecting your lips to his. You closed your eyes and his hand reached up to caress your cheek. The kiss was gentle, not like anything you had expected from him.

When the two of you pulled away you smiled and giggled. He grinned and looked down.

“Shit, how do you do this to me?” He asked in astonishment with himself. You blushed and bit your lip.

“Oh come on,” you replied playfully. Without missing a beat his lips were back on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Ransom had fallen victim to his feelings; he loved you. How quickly he had realized that astounded him. All Ransom knew was Harlan somehow knew and pushed the stimulation. All you knew was the remainder of that night was a wonderful blur.

*cries in hormonal teenager* god i was fangirling just WRITING that! i really hope you enjoyed, chapter 8 will be out soon!🤍

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smokeybrand · 4 years

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Harley Quinn and the Miscalculation

Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey is bombing in theaters and what i was apprehensive about, is coming to pass. All of this rara, GRRRL-power, superficial, laughably toxic, feminism saturates this picture. And that’s fine. A little misandry never hurt anyone, especially with as much unapologetic misogyny that is rife within Hollywood. Still, there is a limit to and, while i didn’t mind the whole emancipation equal initialization angle this movie was going for, i can see why it would turn off so many others. We’re on the back end of the MeToo movement now and, in a world where Amber Heard has been exposed for the violent abuser that she truly is, the climate is a little different from when this flick was greenlit. It’s wild watching a marketing strategy trying so goddamn hard to alienate half their audience. Seriously, that sh*t was box office suicide but its not the reason why BoP failed. The media wants to blame sexist men for not supporting an all-women production but that’s not realistic. The demo breakdown for those who went to see BOP skewed heavily male. No, there are several reasons why and i kind of want to go over them here.

Issue 1: Feminist Marketing

The biggest issue this movie had was the way it was marketed. Besides the gung-ho drive in an attempt to appeal to that ludicrously vocal minority of third-wave feminists that don’t support sh*t outside of their own little echo chamber causes, it appears the WB did everything in their power to shoo away and semblance of testosterone. I noted this early, but that sh*t blew up in their face immediately. No one want to sit around and be preached at or two hours. I endued that sh*t because i enjoy comics and Margot’s Harleen is pretty legit but, goddamn! In a world of Nice Guys and Neckbeards, going so hard at that misandrist angle was a goddamn mistake. That, and the misleading push of Harley Quinn. This is not a birds of prey film and never should have been promoted as such. I could tell this was a Harley Quinn film immediately, but Normies sure didn’t. I imagine they wanted more Harley but saw the Birds top billed and decided it wasn’t worth the trip.

Fix: Better Marketing

To just say “Better Marketing” is kind of glib, but bear with me. There’s a lot to this. First thing first, that title should have never got approved. You want to lead with Harley, you lead with Harley. Hilariously, someone at WB thought so, too, and they changed the name. Personally, out the gate, i would have named this thing “Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey.” from the start, you set the expectation that this is a Harley Quinn movie AND assert that the BoP will have some sort of presence. The movie, itself, can still be exactly what it is, but that title change alters the entire expectation of that whole experience. Doing that also gives you an opportunity to promote this thing in a more balanced manner. Maybe don’t attack all the dudes that might want to see your flick with bullsh*t politics. I rather liked the idea of an all-girl gangster flick. It worked super well for Widows. If executed properly, you can even keep that whole Tarantino-esque vibe. But that might conflict with the second issue...

Issue 2: Hard R Rating

Everyone wants to be Deadpool but no one can be Deadpool. Look, i love the Hard R in my capeflicks. The aforementioned Deadpool was excellent and i absolutely love what Philips and Phoenix brought in Joker, but if you want to see how to do a proper R rated superhero film, look no further than Logan. Holy sh*t, that movie was good. and violent. and moving. I cried at the end of that thing. Shed me a man-tear, for sure. The thing about all of these films? That R was earned. You want to go Tarantino? You go full Tarantino. Bop did not commit like that. This motherf*cker was a “hard PG-13″. Seriously, the violence in this thing was akin to the violence in The Wolverine, a PG-13 flick. Why did they need that Hard R? Just to keep pace with the other Hard R flicks? See, that alienates your best bet at a profit.

Fix: go for that “Hard PG-13″

You want kids to see this thing, specifically young girls. Girls LOVE Harley, as they should. She’s become one helluva character. The growth shown in her comic persona is to be celebrated and this movie kind of touches upon that. 14-year-olds can’t get into your unnecessarily R rated film. You want those 14 and 15-year-olds to see your movie multiple times, and this thing had the potential for just that. Instead, they went too hard for that Hard R and it ruined a massive source of revenue. Besides, you already have a mature Harley show airing on that DCEU streaming whatever. The adults can check that one out, especially since it’s f*cking dope.

Issue 3: Character Interpretation

Harley Quinn has a very specific, very Snyder-esque design. You can’t shake that. Quinn is gonna Quinn. How the f*ck did the rest of these characters land on their respective situations? Hell, Cassanda Cain is “in name only” and that sucks! Cass is one of the dopest Bat-Kids in the fam and she’s relegated to that? Really? You barely even hint at Montoya’s sexuality, which is fine because it doesn’t define her, but to push this flick as LGBTQ, or whatever, without acknowledging the biggest L in the film seems disingenuous to me. And Huntress? Oh, my darling Huntress. You were the best thing about this movie and they didn’t even let you be IN the goddamn movie. Look, I’m all for creativity and letting creatures create but come on. At some point, you gotta give a little back to the fans, not just slap them in the face with such mediocre adaptions.

Fix: Better Characterization

Out the box, you should have NEVER adapted my girl Cass the way you did. Everything about this character is bogus. Where is my socially inept, traumatically mute, bad-ass human weapon? You give me a potty-mouth pick-pocket instead? For real? Nah. A much better character for this would have been Bluebird. How is Harper Row not perfect for this part? Considering her origin, she could start off as Harley’s protege and become better, actually become Blurebird and join the Birds later on down the line. How is that not a thing? And Montoya? Aside from a lack of screen time, maybe tie her into the plot a little better. Aside from a few throwaway line, what do we really know about her? Canary is fine, they did more than enough to give her character legs, but all of the Birds should have gotten as much time to develop. Speaking of time, my darling Huntress should have had WAY more screentime. She was SO dope and it’s a crime you didn’t give Winstead enough time to play with this character because she was having very real fun with her.

These three problems crippled any opportunity this movie had at being great. I’m sure WB thought they had a hit on their hands, or that the name “Harley Quinn” could carry this flick on it’s own but really? After Wondy and Aquaman, hell, even Shazam to a certain extent, you’d think these cats would have learned something. Instead, they opted to go hard with the Snyder-isms and the Box Office reflects all of that. This should have never been a BoP films. Margot should have definitely went for Gotham City Sirens. Still, we got what we got. It’s not good, but it’s not that bad, either. If they would have done the above three things, it could have been great. Missed opportunity.

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spiltscribbles · 5 years

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43 for pynch please?

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Ronan flies out to Cambridge on a Thursday afternoon.

It’s the middle of October, first semester of university, the place where Adam’s fighting and sweating and succeeding as always in Harvard. proving wrong some invisible force that continues to envelop him whole in ways Cabeswater could’ve only dreamed of. (Sometimes, when Ronan can’t sleep, and he’s watching the ever rigid tension seemingly woven into Adam’s shoulders, he wants to ask if that invisible force has the shape of Robert Parrish, and if Adam could ever escape that particular demon. But Ronan never asks and Adam never leads on and that’s enough most of the time.)

Stepping out onto the terminal, Ronan checks his watch— a fancy, leather banded thing with an Italian name. The exact replica he’d once seen Niall dawn. It’s just turned a quarter after three, Adam’s stuck in his lecture till at least half past four, so instead of waiting Ronan waves down a cab and gives the address to the campus.

It’s a miserably rainy New England autumn day, chilly and pouring and all the things Ronan hates.

Fuck.

It’s not even a school break or anything like that. The only reason why Ronan’s even here, and why Adam agreed to take a voluntary day off is because last week— during one of their insanely frequent Skype sessions where Adam would work on his assignments and Ronan would dick around the farm, punctured by their occasional conversations— Adam had stated, in that measured, stripped down way of his, that they were nearly reaching their one year mark.

“Fuck out here?” Ronan had balked, which in Ronan terms means he snorted with a considerably less snarl. “Who would’ve bet on that?”

“I would have,” Adam says, and fuck, Ronan fucking hates shitty technology because now instead of it just being their stupid voices Adam can see the way those simple little words have elicited an insanely embarrassing response from Ronan. Cheeks and ears infused red and pale eyes darting anywhere but at the screen, thinking that it would probably reck him if he got to see the look on Adam’s face and not be able to kiss him right then.

“Me too,” he softly confesses.

“You know Lynch,” Adam had begun with that customary, shit eating charm Ronan was much more comfortable with at this particular moment. “Most normal couples celebrate that kind of shit.”

“You saying we’re not normal Parrish? Because I take that as a fucking offense.”

“I dunno,” Adam levels him with a look through the laptop monitor, low voice transforming to a husky, Henrietta drawl. “You wanna celebrate or not?”

That had been what spurred Ronan on to buying a ticket that night, and what brought him to this hellish fortress of highfalutin academics and the bratty kids of senators and ambassadors and millionaires who think of university as merely a downtime until they can get that pretty little superlative to smack on some inconsequential resume.

Except no, this isn’t the ninth circle of hell because Adam’s here, and that makes everything pretty alright.

~*~

Adam meets Ronan at a coffee shop cusping the campus’s borders and nearly topples over his drink when he crashes his lips against Ronan’s as soon as the laws of physics would allow it— a cacophony of lips and teeth and spit that makes Ronan’s toes curl.

“Fucking settle the fuck down Parrish,” Ronan scolds with no actual heat, as if he weren’t meeting every peck with the same amount of fervency, as if his hands weren’t patting up and down his face and locking in his hair, this edge of desperate.

“Embarrassing ya?” Adam teases, nudging their noses together.

“Sorry to break it to ya lover boy, but You’re always fucking embarrassing me.”

Adam only leers, carding an appreciative hand through Ronan’s grown out locks. “Lover boy? Hah, i like that. Imma gonna have to use that.”

“I fucking dare you.”

Adam tips back his head with laughter, and Ronan decidedly stays quiet, pretends that the sound isn’t all the golden and splendid and wonderful things he’s ever known strung together, like the most beautiful instrument.

Sometimes Ronan reminds himself that no, he did not in fact dream Adam.

~*~

They do not fucking hold hands all the way to Adam’s dorm because that is totally lame and wimpy and for fucking dorky little bitches.

But if their pinkies are hooked into one another’s… Well then, who the fuck is even asking?

~*~

“I swear to God Ronan!” Adam reprimands, face set in a scowl and swatting Ronan’s hand away from where it was cupping his ass while Adam was trying to gather the last of his things to throw in his duffle.

“Hey, don’t swear to your creator prick.”

Adam just waggles his tongue at him and Ronan dips down to bite it, which then leads to Adam giving a curious tug onto Ronan’s hair, making the dreamer moan and Adam get this sharp, instinctive gleam to his eyes that always means trouble in the most spectacular of ways.

Half an hour later Ronan’s lounging lazily on Adam’s twin sized bed while the aforementioned boy is zipping up the last of his necessary belongings and cursing at him to “Get the fuck up already.”

“Alright, alright madonna, don’t put your fucking panties in a twist.”

“Pretty misogynistic smack for a dude who just had my dick up his ass like ten minutes ago.”

“Yo, I like what I like, doesn’t mean I can’t still pound the face of any fuck that tries getting at me,” Ronan sniffs, mock indignant.

Adam only snorted, letting out a dry breath that tells Ronan that he’s reluctantly amused.

“Fine whatever, you’re an enigma rapped in a contradiction,” Adam waves him off in a universally recognized shooing away motion, making Ronan role his eyes while slipping back on his boxers and jeans. “my point still holds, if you can’t say it in front of Blue, reckon you can’t say it at all.”

“What a peachy bit of advice honey dumplin,” Ronan says in a falsetto, putting on his best imitation of Adam’s accent he can.

“You. Are. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Adam tells him between sugar cloaked kisses that taste like coffee and blueberries and the splendor of The Barns at dawn.

Collecting their things and locking up his dorm, the pair don’t make it down the hall before being accosted by another student. An objectively pretty student with long curly hair wrapped into a messy topknot, and warm dark skin, with even darker eyes that have this impossible glittering to them.

Ronan hates her right on sight.

“Adam! Oh thank God!” She crows, and Ronan most certainly does not appreciate the way it’s like she can’t help but run her eyes up and down his person before settling on his face, features going soft as she spoke to him.

“Hey Kat,” Adam greets, and Ronan is savagely proud that it’s with distinctly less enthusiasm. “whats going on?”

“Professor Gomez! I completely and totally lost the paper where i wrote all the junk he wanted for our presentations! And I’m totally wigging out because it’s too late to email him now and I haven’t started! And I don’t even remember what he even kinda wanted! Like fuck! I know he’s old but learn how to put shit online right? And I’m just such a mess and—“

Adam rises up a hand, lips quirked in an amused half smile. “Aren’t you presenting tomorrow?”

“You see my dilemma then!” She presses, big, caff like eyes pleading with him.

“I don’t know how you put yourself through so much pressure the night of.”

“We’re all not geniuses like you Parrish,” she says in what Ronan bets was meant to be a scoff, but instead came out fond and self deprecating.

“Thankfully not,” Adam winked.”Let me grab my notebook from my room, I don’t need it anymore anyhow.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She almost gushed.

“Course,” Adam says before turning slightly so that he’s only looking at Ronan, one eyed quirked in silent command for him to stay put. Ronan’s answering twist of the lips— telling him that he’s not his fucking keeper— must’ve not had the same bite behind it as intended because Adam only chuckles before elbow checking him and pivoting around back to his room.

Just as soon as he’s out of ear shot the inevitable, exceedingly awkward, silence basically collapses between Ronan and this new girl who’s distinctly apart of Adam’s life that Ronan is separated from.

Again, Ronan decidedly does not like her.

“So, ah, I’m Kat,” she tries to introduce, as if Ronan gave one singular fuck. “And you must be Adam’s boyfriend… Ronan?”

Something warm and content coils deep in Ronan’s gut at the idea that Adam’s spoken about him to his college friends, to this girl in particular. That they know of him and could probably rattle off a few superficial facts about him that Adam’s told them. It makes him feel relevant, thought about. Makes him feel like Adam misses him nearly as much Ronan does him.

But this intruder doesn’t need to see the pleasure that causes.

“No shit,” he says with venom. “What gave it away? The just got fucked hair he’s sporting or the fact his jeans are sagging enough so you can see him wearing my Calvin boxers.”

In an instant, something passes through the girl’s, Kat’s, eyes, her mouth set in a straight line and posture stiff.

“No actually, I just got a distinct, woe with me, tragic white boy with a past vibe from the little bit of descriptions Adam’s managed out, and well, you seem to fit that quite nicely.”

Ronan doesn’t mean for the huff of laughter to spill out his lips, but it does, and he may or may not hate her just a little less.

“Sorry,” she says with a grimace, falling back to a more relaxed stance. “That was rude.”

“What the fuck ever,” Ronan shrugs, snide.

“Right,” she nods, worrying on her bottom lip. “Well, ah… Adam’s doing great here.”

“Did I ask for your assessment on how’s Adam doing?”

“The way you were smiling at him before I interrupted and how you stared after his ass when he left was question enough,” Kat sniffs, and no never mind. Ronan definitely does not like her, not even slightly.

“Fuck off.”

“He’s like flourishing,” she continues, as if completely impervious to Ronan’s nasty attitude. And fuck, he’s actually worried that Sargent’s taunting might’ve been right and love has made him soft. Or maybe this chick is just made out of some hard stuff, which then of course leads to the subsequent question of how is it that Adam seems to attract the impossible to him like he’s some sort of ley line all his own.

“Pardon me if I think you saying he’s flourishing is a load of bull shit considering you’ve known’m for like a hand full of weeks. And I own a fucking farm, I know what bull shit looks like.”

She pulls a face but charges on anyways, only ducking her head ever so slightly. Ronan supposes that’s as much of a concession as he’s ever gonna get from her.

“Okay, point, that’s reasonable. But still, he’s changed, even just from that distant, aloof boy from my orientation group back in August… He’s like open up to some people in like certain ways… I mean like sure yeah it’s all really basic rudimentary stuff about’m, but like at least he’s letting people in? Yah know?”

Ronan does know, he knows probably better than anybody— even Gansey and Blue— that the one thing Adam hates is talking about himself, that he prefers the cold exterior to ever letting someone all the way in. They’re working on it, Ronan’s not exactly a walk in the fucking park either…

Ronan nods to her, nods and ignores the all too familiar gleam to her eyes and touch of color to her cheeks. He looks at her and pretends he doesn’t remember that expression looking back at him in the mirror for sophomore and junior and a good chunk of senior year too, until he realized he might’ve had a chance.

“Yeah,” he tells her, watches as she darts her gaze anywhere but at him. “I know.”

She lets loose some of the static in the air with a little cough, and Ronan is thankful for it.

“But yeah,” she continues on as if nothing had passed. “He’s a life saver, this Spanish class is way harder than they let on. I mean I know he says his Ma didn’t speak much of it at home but like you must’ve heard considering you guys went to school together. Like some of the dialect is just innate, I swear. I mean I think the ability to role your Rs is an abomination, and I’m like so jealous.”

She continues on with her nervous chatter, but Ronan doesn’t take any of it in, he’s still stuck on the bit where she made it seem as if Adam had some natural inclination to the language at hand…. As if his mother spoke it or something. And well, Ronan was never made privy to that, like ever, and he doesn’t know how he should feel about that. The fact that she, this random college friend, knew something Ronan definitely did not about the boy he’s suppose to be in relationship with.

She trails off and Ronan doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s because Adam’s finally returned.

“Stuff highlighted in yellow are the requirements, orange’s the supplemental readings that should help, and green’s extra credit.”

“Oh God! Thank you Adam!” She squawks, full of glee when she leaps into his arms. “I could totally kiss you right now, ya know if your totally ripped, completely cross boyfriend weren’t standing right here… Hah, ah that was a joke, if it wasn’t clear…” She directs that part to Ronan and he just bares his teeth at her. “Oh, okay then.

With another round of thank yous, Kat waves goodbye. “See you in class tomorrow for my inevitably amazing presentation!”

“Oh, ah actually I won’t be there. Me and Ronan are going out to the city tonight for a long weekend,” he jostles his duffle as if to prove a point and Kat instantly smiles.

“Are you telling me that Adam Parrish is taking an actual day off? Under his own free will?”

“I am,” he laughs.

“I’ll make sure to take you worthy notes then.”

“Appreciate it.”

“Can we get the fuck going before we completely miss our train?” Ronan interjects, only partially meaning it.

“You got yourself a real peach Parrish,” she harrumphs before walking off.

Adam glowers a total of three and a half minutes before dissolving into peals of laughter at a face Ronan makes at him.

“Dork.”

“Dumbass.”

The hotel suite is nice, nicer than the pictures on line lead on, and nicer than Adam would’ve ever allowed if he had any say, but Ronan’s trying to be fucking romantic or what the fuck ever, so he paid for it without telling him and he told Parrish to shove a dick down his throat when he started chiding at him for being so lavish— so not Frugal, so not him— with his money… And well.

“You taste like dick,” Ronan snarks, as cheeky as a snake can get, and Adam just throws him the bird when he leads down for another kiss.

“I’ll tell Gansey you don’t like his flavor,” Adam goads.

“Hey! What the fuck did I say about bringing up Gansey or any of them when our dicks are touching?”

“Huh, I dunno?” Adam blinks, faux owlish. God, Ronan’s in love with such a sarcastic asshole.

“I hate you and this is over.” Ronan tells him, matter of fact.

“Sounds reasonable,” Adam says, unimpressed while he gets up. The dim light of the room caresses the soft lines and flat planes of his beautiful face, skirts across the dips and valleys of his shoulders and stomach muscles and brings out the specs of gold in his hair. Ronan thinks back to earlier that day when Adam had teasingly called him an enigma, and silently laughs to himself, because Adam knows him. Adam knows the gears and slings that operate in his body and the staples of his life that sing in his soul. The memory of his parents, Matthew— reluctantly Declan too— The Barns, Adam himself.

Adam knows all the intimate bits that string Ronan together but sometimes Ronan wonders if it’ll ever be a mutual trade.

Adam’s always been beautiful to him, like a favorite piece of art that you can’t quite make out behind all the shadows, but now Ronan thinks that he’s also just as riddling as some of those posh paintings that hang up in places like The Whitney, the ones that Niall always pointed out in wonderment when he took his boys during their frequent family trips to New York City. Yes, Ronan thinks Niall would’ve been very much intrigued by Adam if they had ever met.

Swallowing down a lump he can feel start to form, Ronan breathes in before speaking, afraid that his voice might crack like some fucking ballerina.

“That Kat chick is fucking annoying.” Is what he decides to blurt out.

“She’s not so bad once you get to know her,” Adam admonishes, redressing into a pair of Ronan’s slightly too long sweats. “She’s ambitious though, already the secretary to the Black Student Union and is running for a senate seat for student government.”

“well la-di-da,” Ronan snarls, derisive.

“Someone’s sour after a phenomenal BJ, if I do say so myself,” Adam counters, picking up the clicker and flipping on CNN to the muted tv.

There’s a thousand thoughts warring inside of Ronan’s head right now. Cursing at Adam and just moving on with the conversation and their weekend. Cursing at Adam and staying in his admittedly foul mood. Asking Adam just how many of these impossibly pretty, impossibly bright college kids are flirting with him while he stays oblivious. Asking him if he regrets having a ball and chain back in Henrietta. But what eventually clammers out his throat in a burning fury and pours from his lips is something that’s been nagging at him all fucking night long.

“I didn’t know your mom spoke Spanish?”

Adam turns around to him, lips pinched and brows furrowed, probably trying to parse out why Ronan sounds so peeved off.

“Ah yeah, I mean like her whole family’s from Mexico, she grew up speaking it.”

“Didn’t know she was Mexican either,” Ronan very nearly barks, hates how this suddenly feels like a betrayal. “So what you’re half Mexican and half…”

Adam’s face goes blank, and Ronan knows he’s annoyed him, truly, now.

“I dunno what the fuck Robert was, a bunch of different white trash shit. Why do you care?”

“You know my fucking heritage.”

“Niall’s a hundred percent Irish, and your ma is hundred percent dream, it isn’t that hard to explain.”

“And yet you couldn’t explain that your mom was Mexican.”

“You couldn’t guess from a name like Claudia Flores?”

“So what, her fucking name is hispanic, how am I suppose to pick out from which exact country or if she actually spoke it.” Ronan doesn’t know how to be any more clear about this.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad? What is the big deal here?”

“You’re fucking college girlfriend knew and I didn’t?” Ronan finally says, feels the piercing in his chest begin to dissipate at the light of understanding starting to come over Adam’s face.

“You are such a fucking idiot.” He tells him, astonished.

“Real nice prick,” Ronan scrambles off the bed, hates how vulnerable he is just lying there. “Just go fuck off.”

But before Ronan could storm into the bathroom he feels Adam’s hand— long fingers and rough edges— circling around his wrist, gentle, like a question.

“Ronan you’re an idiot because you seem not to understand just how much I fucking love you.”

Ronan stays facing the door, refuses to show Adam what kind of an effect he has on him, how his face goes blotchy and throat feels like it’s constricting.

“Fuck off Parrish,” Ronan repeats, though it’s in a much quieter tone.

“I don’t know how to convince you to the truth,” Adam continues to speak as if Ronan hadn’t interrupted, tugging on him so he turns around and they’re face to face, blue eyes boring into blue. “I’m in love with you, I think I was in love with you before I knew even I could actually feel it…. That I wasn’t my father and that I actually got to have you. You’re amazing Ronan, you’re everything.”

Adam breathes out, like he’s marveling at him, and Ronan can barely handle the wonderment in his eyes, the way he’s holding and gazing at Ronan like he’s something fragile, something precious. Something he’s in love with.

“Whatever,” Ronan finally huffs out before snaking his arms around Adam’s still naked torso and kissing him to an inch of his life.

“I love you too,” Ronan eventually says once they’re back in bed, and his head is propped on Adam’s chest where he can hear the fluttering of his heartbeat, and Adam’s tracing small circles on his back.

He doesn’t think either of them really understands how much the other feels in it’s entirety, but he’s ready to spend an eon to try.

#Adam Parrish #Ronan Lynch #Pynch #The raven cycle #Spilled ink #there's a Hamilton reference begs of course there is #first to notice gets a cookie #SPILT INK

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rhabakoli · 5 years

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Infinite White - 7

Fenja meets the Fam, gets scared.

Previous Chapters here.

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Even though they spent most of the evening holed up in the library, eating and reading - a lot less full-body-snuggling -, Fenja did manage to meet his father. She closed the bathroom door, turned around and came face to sweater with a man. “Hello there.” Fenja looked up at the sound of the smooth voice, but she didn’t recognize the face looking at her. “I’m Ivar, Ragnars father.” Oh. OH. Hastily, she held out her hand, shaking his, introducing herself. “Yeah, I heard.” He smiled down at her. “Are you feeling better? My wife told me, you’re having a migraine?” She was baffled, for a second - what had Ragnar told her? -, before she picked herself up and nodded. “Yes, thank you. A nap was just what I needed.” “I’m glad. And the food? Did you eat?” She nodded again. “It was delicious. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten such a good ginger soup. Usually they make it way too bitter and hot.” Oh, gosh. She was rambling. But he just chuckled, blue eyes focused on her face and simultaneously looking through her, as if there was more to it. “I’ve ordered one once, and it tasted like I just bit into a whole ginger root. So, that soup my wife cooks, is for the gods.” His voice carried so many feelings, when he talked about Queenie, calling her his wife, talking about her skills with such a proud aura around him; wasn’t hard to see how much he loved her. It was cute.

When he walked by her, she noticed the cane he was supporting himself on. From the looks of it, he didn’t really need it. Like, he was built. That’s probably where his son got his physical attributes from. Maeve would most likely call him a Dilf. Or some other inappropriate name. Fenja grinned at the thought of that. So ridiculous. Ivar turned around, addressing her again. “Would you join us now, that you’re feeling better?” Fenja hesitated, but then decided it was okay, she’d survive. And she didn’t want to keep Ragnar from his family. So she told him yes, she’d go and fetch him. The smile she got was so fatherly and warm, it made her chest hurt.

“Ragnar.” “Hm?” “Let’s go. Your father asked us to join them.” At that, he looked up, eyes wide. “What? My father?” He got up, walking over to her. “You met my dad?” Fenja nodded. “Yeah, just now, when I came out of the bathroom, I almost crashed into him.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? Did he say anything?” “Just asked if I was feeling better, and if we were up to some company.” “And are we?” “Yes, I think so.” He stood before her, arms crossed and listening intently, watching her face for anything indicating she didn’t want to. When he didn’t find was he was fearing, he shrugged. “Okay then.”

The living room was a wild mess. There was bowls of chips, popcorn, fruits and candy; UNO cards were strewn all over the floor, and Ingrid was currently trying to escape Bear, who tried to get to the piece of - chicken? - in her hand. Aslaug just sat on the couch, laughing and calling Bear over, who stopped, and longingly looked after the chicken. Two blonde heads were barely visible over the back of the couch, but they turned around and straightened up, when they realized they had new company. “Oh, Nephew, you here?” Ragnar ignored them, and rather introduced them to Fenja. “Those two eggheads are my uncles. That’s Ubbe, and the one with the unruly hair is Hvitserk.” Hvitserk got up, and did a little curtsy directed at Fenja, before slapping Ragnar over the head. “Is that how you talk to your elders?” Fenja halted, slightly lost. She never had banter with her relatives, she didn’t really know how to react. Aslaug came to save her, fortunately. She slung an arm around her shoulder, dragging her over to the couch. “Did you eat?” “Yeah, thanks. The soup was really good.” “My sister-in-law is a goddess in the kitchen. My brother doesn’t deserve her, if you ask me.”, Ubbe commented. “I heard that!”, came from the kitchen, a female laugh carrying over. Fenja pulled a pillow onto her lap, something to anchor her here, to hold on to in this chaotic environment. She felt like she was losing herself. Aslaug bickered with Ubbe, about how no one had asked for his opinion, standing behind her father, because ‘they love each other so much, it’s disgusting to watch, and you’re just jealous.’ Fenja observed, gauging the mood, the interactions, how all the Ragnarssons were tall as heck, as well as Aslaug. Ingrid would probably become taller as well. Grace she already possessed. Suddenly, a booming voice came from behind her, making her flinch and turn around so fast, she almost pulled a muscle. “Okay, family, we have decided.” What the hell. There was another one. He was taller than the others, his hair the lightest shade of blonde, his face grim and - well, Fenja was slightly terrified. If she didn’t watch out, he’d step on her by accident. He was going to make a speech, apparently, then stopped when he caught sight of her. “Wait.” He pointed at her, wagging his finger. “I don’t know you, do I?” “Uh, no.” Fenja was ready to run, even tho she was sure he’d make one step, when she made three. Ragnar came to the rescue, plopping down next to her and grinning at his uncle. “That’s Fenja, a friend from school. She’s a candidate for YWA, helps Ingrid with the translating and loves books.” Then he looked at her, pointing at his uncle. “That’s Bjorn, oldest brother, and not even close to being as scary as he looks.” Fenja waved him, still a bit intimidated, but trying not to look like it. “Do you know how to play UNO?” “Yes?” “Welcome to the family.” He clapped his hands together and then shooed everyone up to gather the cards and get another deck. Welcome to the family. Her heart stuttered, her insides twisted, and she felt like crying. No one ever had said that to her. Ever. Ragnar felt her tense - of course - and laid a hand on the back of her neck, rubbing, spreading the warmth. “He’s right, you know. Welcome to the family.” Ingrid came over, lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in. “Run, as long as you can. They are ridiculously competitive when it comes to UNO.” “Stop trying to scare her, she’ll be fine. You’re just concerned that she might be better than you.” The 15 year old shrugged, and quipped: “Got me there.” She then winked at Fenja and sat down on the carpet, legs crossed and arms on the coffee table, essentially in starting position. Fenja raised her brows at her, making Bjorn snort. “Yeah, she’s the worst out of all of us. Don’t believe anything she says throughout the game.” “Got it.” Bjorn quickly patted her shoulder, touch gone faster than she could have reacted, and then went back to the kitchen. Ragnar stood up and pulled her with him, sitting down on the carpet, legs crossed, just like his sister. “C’mon, If you’re not on your butt around the table when they are coming back, you’re gonna be in charge of doing the dishes.” “I don’t mind.”, she replied, but sat down anyway. “I’ll help, whoever has to do them.” In the corner or your eye, you saw Ubbe elbowing his brother and nodding over to you. You mirrored him, poking Ragnar, and stage-whispered: “Except those two.” Ubbe heard, and promptly pretended he was shot in the heart, including a theatrical gasp and falling against Hvitserk. “Okay, you guys, enough, calm down.” A beautiful redhead walked in, nudged the both of them with her foot and then settled down on the couch, long legs crossed and an arm laid out on the back. Bjorn fell in place next to her, the two of them fitting together like puzzle pieces, so effortlessly and harmonic. He stroked a hand over her thigh and grinned a very boyish grin at her, before diving in for a short peck. The woman then noticed the new addition to the round, and leaned forward, holding a hand out to shake. “Hi, I’m Bree. You must be Fenja?” “Yes.” “Nice to meet you, Ragnar has told us so much.” Fenja frowned. “He did?” “Yes, he did indeed. How you’re a brilliant writer, a candidate for the YWA, and how sweet and compassionate you are, and-” Ragnar interfered, leaning over the table and holding his hand over her mouth. “Thank you, auntie, but please be quiet now?” “Why, can’t she know how proud you are of her?” His parents came out of the kitchen, joined them around the table. Queenie grinned at her son. “Was that a secret?” Fenja’d never seen him speechless, stumbling over words, and then giving up. Bree patted his hand. “It’s cute, don’t worry.” Bjorn looked around, counting heads. “Where’s Aslaug?” “She’s taken Bear for a walk, she doesn’t like UNO anyway.”, Ingrid answered. “That’s actually not true, she plays with me all the time.” Ragnar commented, making Ingrid stick her tongue out at him. “The only reasonable explanation for this phenomenon is, that you’re just so bad at it, she always wins.” They continued to banter, while Bjorn just sighed, asked for strength - judged by the look he sent towards the ceiling - and started to distribute cards. Fenja looked around, taking in the harmony and familiarity of them, how they all fit together and leaned on each other, even when they were bickering and teasing. Bree had her hand on Bjorns knee the whole time, Ragnars dad leaned into his mom, her arm around his shoulder, even the loud siblings next to her were always touching in one way or the other. This whole family was seriously touchy-feely. Fenja couldn’t help but ask herself, if her family might have been similar, or completely different. She didn’t have a lot of clear memories from before the accident, so she couldn’t really say. A weight on her shoulder reeled her back into the present. Ragnar had squeezed it, gently, and asked in a low voice, if she was okay. She took up her cards, organizing them, and smiled at her friend. “Yes. I will be, thank you.” Ragnar smiled as well, dragged his thumb from her jaw to her chin and seemed satisfied by her answer. “Good. Let’s break some hearts.”

Part 8

#Infinite White #IW #foh #faint of heart AU #Ivars kids #serious UNO rivalities #high stakes gambling: dish washing #they all adopt her and she almost cries

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mildlyaverageamber · 5 years

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The Art Of Disguise

Yaz goes on a date and the Doctor get’s jealous. Hijinks ensue

“What do you mean you’ve got a date?” The Doctor leaned against the center console of the Tardis, studying her friend.

Yaz sighed in exasperation. “I’ve got a date, with a boy back home. Can’t I have a normal life?”

The Doctor shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her hurt. “Don’t know why you want to go on a date at a boring restaurant.” She slowly lifted her eyes, careful to be not too hopeful. “When I could take you anywhere in the universe.”

Yaz turned her back to the Doctor, her heart aching. So I can get over you. So I can feel normal for once. I can’t be in love with an alien. “Just...drop me off, would you Doctor.” Yaz was embarrassed of the tremor in her voice. “I won’t be more than a couple of hours. Then we can go on another adventure, promise.” She couldn’t meet the Doctor’s eyes, hating seeing her friend looking so hurt.

The Doctor didn’t respond but strode around the Tardis, pushing buttons and pulling levers without any of her usual energy or excitement.

“Where’s Yaz?” Ryan inquired, finding only the Doctor inhabiting the control room.

“Oh, she’s a bit too busy for us today Ryan.” The Doctor stated nonchalantly.

“Too busy? No way! She’s alright, isn’t she?”

“She’s fine, Ryan.” The Doctor interrupted, hoping to drop the subject. “So where to today fam?” Saying it didn’t feel right without Yaz present.

“No, wait, why is Yaz too busy? This is the chance of a lifetime right here! You don’t miss out on the Tardis”-

“She’s on a date.” The Doctor stated bluntly, trying and failing to keep the venom out of her voice.

“A date?” Ryan questioned as Graham snickered.

“Yaz has got a date?”

“Yeah, so she’s too busy for us today.” The Doctor quipped, jealousy getting the better of her.

Graham raised his eyebrows, sensing the alien’s feelings. “You sound a bit jealous there, Doc.”

The Doctor froze, spinning around to face Graham with hands on hips. “What? No, I’m not.”

“Ah, I’d say you are.” Graham stated, not fazed by the Doctor’s sudden change in attitude.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Okay guys,” Ryan interrupted. “You sound like bloody children. Let’s have an adventure that’ll make Yaz totally jealous.”

The Doctor turned to the controls, feeling saddened. “Off we go then.”

“Hey Doc, where are you going?” Graham asked as the Timelord split off from her friends. They were back home, after quite the exciting day spent on the planet Thasao.

“Just going to nip over and check on Yaz.” She called back innocently.

Graham came to a halt, Ryan doing the same behind him. “What? You can’t do that Doc.”

“Just going to check on my friend.” The Doctor insisted.

“Your going to spy on her!” Ryan accused loudly, giddy with realization. “You’re jealous and you are going to spy on her date!”

“Ryan,” Graham chided. “Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Doc, you can’t do that! It’s not fair to Yaz.”

“I’m just checking on her.” The Doctor protested. “Isn’t that what friends do? I’m just looking out for her safety really.” She quickly walked away, hoping the other two had enough sense not to join her.

Footsteps echoed behind her and the Doctor whipped around in frustration. “Okay you two, shoo! Off with you lot!”

“No way!” Ryan protested. “We want to spy on Yaz too.”

“I’m not spying on her” The Doctor nearly shouted. “Now leave. I’ll see you two later, if I even let you back in the Tardis.”

“You wouldn’t”- Graham started but quickly quieted as the alien shot him a glare.

“Okay, well, see ya later Doc.” Graham supplied, watching as the Timelord turned on her hell and strode away.

The Doctor peered inside the window of the restaurant, sighing in relief as she spotted Yasmin’s familiar face. Well, at least you are safe. Her gaze settled on Yaz’s partner and she gasped. It wasn’t a boy, but a girl! Not that sexual orientation particularly mattered to the Timelord. She was more hurt that Yaz thought it necessary to lie to her. “What does she have that I don’t?” The Doctor wondered aloud as she watched the two of them laugh. Yaz was beautiful when she laughed. Lighted up the room right proper. Quite contagious too. The Doctor’s face fell as she registered the fact that Yaz was laughing with someone else. Someone else who wasn’t her. It stung quite a bit.

She ducked as another patron looked her way. But she couldn’t leave just yet. A brilliant plan came to her, now she only needed the courage to pull it off.

The Doctor adjusted her wig one last time before stepping out of the restroom. She spotted Yaz and her ‘friend’ and made her way towards them, growing quite anxious as the time passed.

“Ladies, how is the meal?” The Doctor asked smoothly as she approached the table.

“Excellent. Oh, what happened to our waiter?”

“Went home sick I’m afraid. Bit of a cold going around you know.”

“Oh, well I hope he feels better soon.”

Oh Yaz, always thinking of other people. “Yes, I hope so too. Now is there anything I can get you ladies?”

“No, I think we’re fine thanks.” Yaz said, looking over at her companion.

“Fine thank you.” She stated loudly.

The Doctor disliked her immediately. Too loud, too confident. And much too obnoxious. Something just rubbed her the wrong way. Could be that she’s sitting at that table with Yaz instead of you. “Oh, shut up.” She muttered, wanting to quiet the thoughts in her mind.

“Sorry?”

The Doctor blushed deeply. “Nothing. Enjoy your meal!” She scuttled away, only to watch the pair from afar.

They seemed to have a pleasant enough conversation as they ate. No more laughing, thankfully.

The Doctor fidgeted with the apron she worse. She looked longingly over at Yaz until another worker disturbed her.

“Hey, dreamland!” The Doctor looked up only to have 3 plates of foo shoved at her. “Table 8.”

The Doctor looked down in panic. I didn’t want to actually serve food! I just wanted to make sure Yaz was alright! She’d seen this done in movies though, how hard could it be? She placed one plate along her arm and picked up the remaining one in each hand. Slow and steady. She coaxed herself forward, taking careful steps as she searched for table 8.

She caught a glimpse of the girl softly moving Yaz’s hair out of her face and stumbled. The plates crashed to the floor, broken glass and food flying to the ground. The Doctor froze, deeply embarrassed for the second time that night. However, it wouldn’t be the last.

Everyone turned to stare at her and she fled to the restrooms before she made a fool of herself again.

“Leave.” She told herself as she attempted to clean herself up. Leave and forget this ever happened. It was a mistake. Yaz is allowed to do what she wants…to see who she wants…. The Doctor took a few slow, deep breaths and studied herself in the mirror. It was pathetic really, but the jealousy building inside her fueled her on.

After she had composed herself she peered her head out of the doorway. Everything appeared normal. Brilliant.

She gave a quick glance to Yaz and noticed they had finished their main course. Perfect! She grabbed a couple of desert menus and made her way over. “Desert, ladies?” She asked, careful to disguise her voice.

Yaz laughed. “Yeah, why not?” She looked over at her friend.

“Well, I’m not sure”-

“Oh, come on, have some desert. You only live once.”

The Doctor handed the customers their menus, taking special care to brush fingers as she passed Yaz hers. “I’ll give you a few minutes.”

The Doctor was tingling from the feeling of their hands brushing. She smiled to herself, reveling in the feeling she had just experienced. The Doctor returned to collect their orders, careful to keep her hands to herself.

She retreated again and watched the couple in the candlelight. She swallowed as she felt emotions welling up inside her. Why can’t I have Yaz like this? Why doesn’t this stupid girl realize she is sitting with one of the most amazing creatures in the universe? She would never appreciate Yaz as much as I do. Could never show her the things I could. Could never love her-

“Your order has been there for 5 minutes honey, are you okay?” One of the other waitresses asked, breaking the Doctor from her thoughts.

“Yes, sorry. Just been in a bit of a daze today.” She laughed to play it off and gathered the pairs order. She approached the table and was fuming as she noticed the girls clutching hands. She dumped their food down, sending the other girl a vicious glare. “Enjoy.” She stated bluntly, spinning on her heel and stalking off.

Once she had regained her cool she realized she had forgotten their drinks. She sighed inwardly as she collected them, regretting every decision that brought her here. Watching Yaz find someone else was causing havoc on her poor hearts. As she drew closer she noticed how close their faces appeared and gripped the wineglasses so hard she thought they would shatter. Jealousy and anger burned inside her as she stalked towards the table. She was fuming as she watched them kiss. Nobody kisses Yaz...Except me! Her mind was in an uproar. She can’t kiss Yaz! She isn’t near good enough for Yaz! How dare she? Yaz is mine!! Without thinking the Doctor had reached the table and stopped, eyes about to burn though the other girl. A torrent of thoughts whirling through her mind seemed to block any sensible thoughts. She dumped the glass of wine onto the girl. Specifically, into her lap, but the Doctor hadn’t been aiming anywhere in particular. Get away from my Yasmin. She watched it all happen in slow motion, horrid thoughts consuming her.

The girl cried out and the Doctor startled, realizing what she had done. A sinking feeling immediately settled in her gut, something she knew well. Regret.

“What the hell?” The girl cried.

Yaz looked up, eyes wide and the Doctor couldn’t help but notice once again how beautiful she was. Brown eyes locked onto hazel and a look of recognition passed over Yaz’s face.

“Doctor?” Barely a whisper.

“So sorry!” The Doctor cried, attempting to dry off the other girl with a napkin.

“I don’t need your help.” The girl said curtly as she snatched the napkin from the Timelord. She stormed off into the ladies’ room, a cloud of perfume following her.

“Doctor?” Yaz repeated.

The Doctor held her breath, afraid to look at her friend. She turned to flee but Yaz grasped her wrist.

“Doctor?” Louder and much more intense.

The Doctor lifted her eyes from the floor and met her friend’s.

Yaz’s eyes widened then hardened. “It is you! What…what are you doing here? Why are you dressed as out waitress? And why did you spill a drink all over my date?”

The Doctor looked around, knowing they were causing a scene as Yaz’s voice rose with each word she spoke.

“Doctor,” Yaz’s voice was venomous and the grip on her wrist felt vice like. “What do you think you are doing butting into my personal life? And make a fool of me!” Yaz finally noticed the other patrons watching and lowered her voice, her eyes watering with tears.

“Yaz…. I’m so sorry.” The Doctor supplied, pleading with her friend. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or ruin anything!”

“How could you? I just wanted this one thing!” Yaz let go of her wrist suddenly and ripped the wig off the alien’s head. “How could you?” She cried before turning away.

“Yaz, I truly am sorry.” The Doctor regretted her actions deeply and found the jealousy to justify them disappearing quickly.

“Just…don’t.” Yaz sighed and stood up to leave.

The Doctor watched her go before following at a safe distance. “Yaz!” She called once they were outside.

“What do you want Doctor? What more could you possibly want? You ruined my night, I was trying to have a nice time!”

“Yasmin,” The Doctor reached her and tentatively placed a hand on her arm. “Yaz, please, I’m sorry.”

Yaz stared at her, her normally beautiful face streaked with tears. The Doctor still thought her beautiful though. A beautiful disaster.

Yaz turned to go and the Doctor grabbed her other wrist, holding the human captive.

“Let me go, Doctor!”

“Yasmin Khan, I’m not letting go until you’ll agree to listen to me without running away.”

Yaz studied her warily.

“Yaz, I’m sorry.” She hurried on before her friend could cut her off. “I just wanted to check on you, I promise. Then… I saw you with that other girl and….and I wondered what she had that I didn’t.” The Doctor lowered her head, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. “I was…jealous, Yaz. I was jealous that another girl could have you when I couldn’t. It didn’t feel fair. I was angry, outraged. Mostly, I was incredibly, stupidly, jealous.”

The silence seemed to stretch on for hours.

The Doctor finally raised her eyes only to find understanding in Yaz’s eyes. She laughed softly, getting louder and louder with each chuckle.

The Doctor blinked, stunned by her human friend’s response. She opened her mouth but seemed speechless.

Yaz continued laughing, pulling the Doctor closer to her.

The Doctor blushed, nervously fidgeting at their proximity. Yaz smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. She looked absolutely breathtaking and the Doctor loved it all.

“You...you were jealous?” Yaz whispered between giggles. “You of all people were jealous?”

“Okay, no need to rub it in.” The Doctor muttered.

Yaz shivered against her and the Doctor noticed that she had forgotten her coat inside the restaurant. “I can go get your coat.” She offered softly.

“No, I’m fine.” Yaz replied, bracing herself for an argument.

“No, you’re not. You must be absolutely freezing. Here,” The Doctor stripped off her jacket and draped it around her friend’s body.

Yaz grinned shyly and the Doctor’s hearts soared. She really is beautiful, absolutely precious.

“Come on then, let’s get you home Yaz.”

Yaz grabbed onto the Doctor’s hand, startling the Timelord.

She gasped before looking down at their connected hands. She tempted fate, interlocking their fingers and watching Yaz for a reaction.

She squeezed her hand and shyly grinned. “You know Doctor, you had nothing to be jealous about.” She stated softly, the lamplight just enough to illuminate them against the night sky.

The Doctor scoffed.

“Doctor, you have nothing to be jealous about.” She stated again, this time with authority. “I only went on that date to try to get over you.”

“Get over me?” The Doctor asked cluelessly.

Yaz shook her head. “You are thick sometimes, aren’t you?” She lowered her voice. “It never would have been a competition between the two of you, you know. Doctor, I’d chose you over anyone in a heartbeat. If you only wanted me”-

“I do.” The Doctor broke in softly, summoning all the courage she had. “Yasmin Khan, I do want you. I always have…most likely always will. You are absolutely brilliant Yaz. I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. You are amazing, brave, caring and”-

“Doctor,” Yaz swung her arms around the alien’s neck, burying her face against the others chest. “Oh Doctor, you are the one who is absolutely brilliant. I love you Doctor, I truly do.”

The Doctor wrapped the human in her arms, emotions of happiness and joy swelling up inside her. “I’m just a traveller, I’m nothing special.” She protested.

“Oh, but you are Doctor. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

The Doctor swallowed as she kept Yasmin close, smothering her in love. Drowning her, protecting her. She planted a gentle kiss atop her head as they stood there, wrapped up together and silent.

“I love you Yasmin Khan.” The Doctor whispered quietly as her lips brushed the others cheek. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m in love with you.”

Yaz chuckled. “You? Scared of a bit of feelings? Never would have guessed.” She pulled away to look into the Doctor’s eyes. “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together, yeah?”

“Yeah,” The Doctor leaned down and kissed her, feeling the beating of her chest against her own. “I’d love that Yaz.”

#dw #doctor who #thasmin #thirteen x yasmin #thirteen x yaz #thasmin fanfic #doctor who fanfic #mine #fluff #thasmin fluff #pining #pining doctor #disguise #jealousy #jealous doctor

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ororowrites · 6 years

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42 Reasons: Chadwick x OC: Chapter 3

Synopsis - Introduction- Chapter One - Chapter Two

Keeping a dark secret was damaging. Holly appeared fine on the outside, while she struggled with guilt and shame on the inside. She never thought she would open up to anyone about what happened and she wasn’t too sure about opening up to Chadwick about it either.

“What’s going on,” Chadwick asked, sitting on a stool while Holly paced. “Hey, you can talk to me?” Stopping her in her tracks, Chadwick pulled his friend down to the stool next to him.

“It’s a lot and I don’t know if I can even tell you,” she replied, hanging her head. “I was in a real fucked up situation and a person that should have been fired was promoted instead. I’ve been blackmailed up until this point and the very person who was involved is skipping around set like he’s not the devil.”

“Wait, who,” Chadwick asked, trying to think of all the people he had encountered on set that day. No one outside of the regular people he saw came to mind.

Holly opened her mouth to speak only to quickly shut it before the tears threatened to fall. Once again, she had froze. When her own mother asked what had happened on her last job, the actress brushed it off as a tiny altercation.

“Who is it, Raye,” Chadwick pressed, now his brows pulling together in brewing anger. Whatever was going on with his friend, he knew it was hurting her. The hot tears trailing down her cheeks were a strong indication of hurt, betrayal and fear.

“I- Chad, I can’t,” she cried, shaking her head and pushing herself up from the stool. “I’m fine. I’ll be okay,” Holly shooed Chadwick out of trailer to avoid breaking down in front of him.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me. You’re obviously upset and I can’t leave knowing that,” he had crossed the trailer and was now standing directly behind Holly, massaging her shoulders. Relaxing under her castmate’s touch, Holly wiped her tears.

“Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s silly,” she brushed off, wiping at her cheeks clearing away any remnant of tears. “I need to get over it because I can’t always get my way.”

“Holly,” Chadwick began before being cut off by Holly’s charming smile.

“I’ll be fine, Chad. Promise,” she attempted to make herself and Chadwick believe the lie and it was almost convincing.

Not wanting to push her too much, the Black Panther star nodded and pulled away, “Alright, I’ll leave you alone. Just know I’m worried about you and when I find out who you’re talking about-”

“Slow your roll, T’Challa. We don’t need to see anyone lose their head, I’m okay,” Holly lied, letting her hands fall to Chadwick’s slender fingers. When she noticed their laced hands, the actress pulled away and put distance between them.

Still not convinced, Chadwick backed away towards the door. When she was ready to talk, hopefully she trusted him enough to open up about the situation. Until then, he’d keep an eye on his friend, while also looking for the person who had clearly hurt Holly in the past.

When the trailer door clicked shut, Holly wrapped her arms around herself and sank down to the couch. Now a dark cloud hung over her world and those old feelings were slowly making a return. The one thing she could use to numb the pain wasn’t even within her reach this time. The liquid form of pleasure was calling her name and it was hard to ignore. For the first time in awhile, Holly would have to suffer because she didn’t want to ruin her new opportunity.

A few days went by without Ben Wiseman on set and Holly still seemed shook up by his appearance. The industry wasn’t that large and the actress was bound to run into her worst nightmare again. But, for a few years she was able to avoid him and somewhat heal.

The days and nights on set were long and exhausting but everyone had bonded so well, no one complained. When they weren’t on set, Holly and Chadwick were in fight training together.

“Ready for me to kick your ass today, Boseman,” Holly joked, pulling her thick curls back into a headband. “I’ll try to take it easy on you old man.”

Being called a old man wasn’t new for Chadwick and he always laughed it off. He looked young in the face but his mannerisms and a few of his ways screamed elder. “Oh, it’s like that, huh? This old man may have to show you a couple of things. Got a little muscle on those arms and you think you’re cute.”

Holly blushed and shook her head in response. Their trainer had just entered the room with his gym bag and mat in tow. “Wassup fam,” Tony Kenny, their personal battle trainer, greeted the pair. Chadwick had been training with him since Civil War and had became even more advanced in his fighting skills. The actor was smooth on his feet and didn’t move like the old man people called him. Thanks to Tony, Mr. Boseman was in the perfect shape when filming began.

“Hey Tony,” Holly replied, fist bumping the 6′2 and 195 pound fighter.

“Hey lil bit. Chadwick, she’s catching up with you in the arm department, bro,” Tony pointed out, while Holly flexed her muscles, teasing her castmate.

“Maaan! She ain’t working with nothing. Don’t blow her head up any bigger,” the actor teased, ruffling Holly’s curls and earning a slap to the arm.

“Such a hater,” she stuck her tongue out and began stretching to prepare for their lesson. “I worked on my round house kick and tried those stretches you gave us,” Holly said to their trainer.

“Cool, cool. I’ll check that out and let you know if you need to work on it some more. Deal?”

“Gotcha,” Holly responded, her spirits higher than they had been in the last couple of days. Being around Chadwick made her temporarily forget about the demons she was fighting.

Movie fight scenes were always harder than people realized. What people saw on screen was a combination of CGI, intense training, and a stunt double if stunts were too dangerous for the actors. But no one truly understood the hard work that went into action scenes except the people working behind the scenes or on set.

Chadwick and Holly trained with Tony on their free time in order to perfect their fighting styles and techniques. While some actors opted for stunt doubles, the acting pair attempted to do as many of their own stunts as possible. Training wasn’t easy all the time, but they enjoyed each other’s company and the challenge. Somehow they fit and working together brought a joy that Holly hadn’t felt in awhile.

“You afraid to slam me,” Holly joked, holding her hands up in defense mode. The actors circled each other slowly, Chadwick’s feet softly patting the mat mimicking a cat.

“Not at all,” he smirked, swiftly reaching out for his opponent as she ducked away. “Alright, that was luck.”

“That’s twice in two sessions, you think that’s luck,” Holly teased right before she was pinned down to the mat.

“You were saying,” the Black Panther star questioned, laughing obnoxiously at Holly’s surprised expression. “I’m the Panther, what did you think would happen?”

“I’ll give you that one,” the actress stated, picking herself up from the soft blue mat.

“You ready to go again,” Chadwick asked getting into stance.

Adjusting herself, Holly got back in position, “Bring it.”

After a long day of training, the actors returned to set to finish out their day before being dismissed at 3am. Holly hated when her days ended because it meant going home alone and being reminded of Ben Wiseman’s presence within the Marvel family. Chadwick decided to cook an early breakfast to avoid the few restaurants open within the early morning hours. They settled on Chadwick’s comfortable condo in downtown Atlanta.

“I’m starving so I hope you can cook or I’ll have to talk about you,” Holly Raye teased, sitting at the kitchen counter, while the actor prepared the early morning breakfast. “You usually cook for everyone?”

He moved around the kitchen, grabbing a mixing bowl, spoon and pancake mix from a cabinet. “Not much. Just for family...or girlfriends ,” he answered, peering up at Holly while he pulled out measuring cups and cinnamon, placing the items on the marble counter top.

The statement sent Holly’s stomach to her feet. When Chadwick liked you, he didn’t hide it. The way his eyes twinkled made butterflies form.

When Holly’s eyes finally fell to the counter, Chadwick continued taking out ingredients for his infamous waffles. An awkward silence formed between the two before Chadwick turned on music and began humming along to Raheem DeVaughn’s You. His costar continued watching from her seat, not taking her eyes off his bulging shoulders as he prepped the food. Or the way his lips pursed when he was in deep thought. His attentiveness when it came to the waffles was adorable. Holly kept watching until he startled her out of her daydream. “Can you get me that rice drink in there, Raye,” Chadwick asked, nodding towards the fridge. “Raye?” The sound of Chadwick repeating her name, made Holly jump to her feet and scurry over to the stainless steel fridge.

“Sorry, here you go,” she said, placing the carton on the side of the mixing bowl. “Need me to help with anything, Chef.”

“There’s turkey bacon in the fridge if you want to get started on that.”

“Wait, I thought you were-”

“I said for you, stop trying to call me out,” Chadwick laughed, shaking off the accusation Holly was trying to pin on him.

“Mmmmhhmm, I know you snack on this when no one is looking. It’s okay to admit it. More bacon for me,” Holly stuck out her tongue and danced as she opened the package. Humming to herself, the actress pushed passed her friend and to the stove. “That smells good. What are you mixing in that?”

“A bit of cinnamon and PB powder,” he replied, reaching over Holly’s head to grab another ingredient from the cabinet. As Chadwick reached up, his body accidentally bumped Holly’s, the roundness of her ass connecting with his hip. “Excuse me,” he breathed, praying she didn’t feel the excitement building behind the thick sweats. Everything seemed to be a domino effect because a startled Holly turned around, meeting him face to face. Great. Here fate was causing trouble once again.

With their faces inches from each other and in a compromising position, they were frozen in place. Chadwick’s brown eyes landed on Holly’s plump lips, the urge to feel them against his own growing stronger. Slowly, that wall that Holly had built around herself was crumbling away and she felt safe. Safe with an old friend she once had a deeper connection with until they lost touch.

The package of turkey bacon mysteriously ended up on the counter. Chadwick had removed it from Holly’s loose grip before the package ended up on the floor. His lips moved in closer and Holly sealed the deal by closing the space between them. Unlike their onscreen kisses, they didn’t have to hold back. While Raheem DaVaughn continued crooning in the background, the sexual tension between the two actors grew. Their lips connected...

We’ll stop there, but the next chapter will pick up from this point! The next one will be an emotional one.

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lovelyyyoongi · 6 years

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~College!au Pen Pal Jimin~PART FOUR

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You rolled your eyes at your phone as you entered the party. That boy was definitely drunk, you thought. Tucking it back into your pocket, you linked arms with Lisa and squished between people. On the way through, you noticed a guy staring at another girl with quite a lustful eyes.

Hm, you thought, maybe that was your pen pal. He walked over to the girl and whispered something into the girl’s ear and giggling in response, she nodded. You craned your neck to see if you could get a good look at his face but to your dismay, someone walked in your line of view. After the person had passed, the boy and girl were gone.

“Man, when was the last time you went to a party, Y/N?”

“Before, back when I used to not care about my school work and dignity,” You muttered in reply.

“Right,” Lisa nodded her head with pursed lips.

“You know, if I get back into my old habits, I’m blaming you.”

“You need to let loose once in a while, Y/N. You don’t have to go back to your ‘I don’t care about school’ attitude, but don’t be a total prude, you know?”

Sighing in reply, you nodded your head. “Where are you going?” You asked when Lisa let go of your arm and began to walk away.

“Have fun! We both know our ideas of fun are different.”

You pouted and watched her leave. You sat on the couch in the near corner. It had been a while since you’ve been to a party. Way back when, you were the life of the party but you seemed to forget about your past at the moment.

Your stupid pen pal was on your mind. The thought of him being in the same room as you made you nervous. Who the hell was he?

You scanned the room for the ‘fuckboys’ of your school. You spotted the well known ones, ones who were the typical popular bad boy types. You’ve never spoken with them, but they were sure chick magnets. They didn’t seem like your pen pal.

“Think they’re hot?” A voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to the curious boy.

“Nah.”

The boy raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “You sure? It looked like you were nearly drooling over them.” Scoffing at the boy beside you, you waved him off.

“Okay fine. Yeah, they’re hot. But definitely not my type.”

“Wow, I think that’s the first time I heard that a bad boy wasn’t a girl’s type,” The boy raised both of his eyebrows and leaned back on the sofa.

“Sorry, you are?” You didn’t recognize the boy beside you which was understandable being how big your school was.

“Not important. But I’ll have you know, I’m friends with those guys,” he pointed at them with a grin.

“Really? Wait...you have that pen pal assignment right? Do you know their pen pals?”

“Okay, just because I know them, doesn’t mean I talk to them all the time,” He said. You rolled your eyes.

“Why? You think your pen pal is one of them?”

“He could be. Definitely has the ego of one of them.”

“Psh, if you think they have an ego, you should meet Jimin.”

“Jimin?” You asked.

“Wow, you really don’t know anyone, do you?” After shrugging in response he grinned. “Yeah, he’s a ladies’ man. Always manages to get every girl he sets his eyes on.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t know how he does it, though. Everyone manages to fall for him, yet he falls for no one.”

“Well, he seems like a nice guy,” you murmured sarcastically.

“Hey! He’s a close friend and he really is a nice guy if you get to know–”

“Tae, are you feeding strangers lies?” Another voice interrupted him. You craned your neck to see who was standing in front of you.

“No, I’m not. Just giving some intel on some students,” ‘Tae’ grinned innocently.

“Right, well,” The other boy shooed him away. ‘Tae’ playfully rolled his eyes, “Bye, girl who knows no one in our grade. By the way, we have like two classes together.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and waved. The other boy took ‘Tae’s’ spot on the couch.

“So what has my friend, Taehyung, been telling you?”

“We’ve only been talking about Jimin. Whoever that is.”

“You don’t know Jimin? As in Park Jimin?” You shook your head and he scoffed.

“Wow, I guess you really are ‘girl who knows no one in our grade.’“ Pouting, you looked down. “I haven’t gone out of my dorm much, okay? It’s a big school!”

“Everyone knows Park Jimin,” He stated flatly.

“Well then, tell me about him.”

Hey fam! Here’s part four for y’all! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a few days, I was still mourning. Wow, this week has been pretty emotional. I wish it wasn’t but I believe he’s in a better place (I hope i don’t have to clarify ‘he’) Whether it’d be as a star or in heaven with his kazoo, I hope he’s finally happy. He’d want us to move forward and be happy as well.

Part five?

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autumnleavescoffeedreams · 6 years

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Open Your Eyes

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairings: Gray Fullbuster x Lucy Heartfilia

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: When Lucy is brutally tortured at the hands of Minerva during the Grand Magic Games, feelings Gray had been suppressing for a while come bubbling up to the surface. Will this be the push Gray needs to finally show Lucy his true feelings? Will Lucy reciprocate?

AKA. A shameless GrayLu one-shot.

A/N: I got this inspiration when I was re-watching the GMG arc. After Natsu and Gray caught Lucy after her fight with Minerva, I noticed Gray didn't leave her side until she was getting healed. That put a little plot bunny in my head, hehe.

This story is dedicated to my GrayLu fam!

"LUCY!!!" cried Gray and Natsu as they leapt over the barrier and raced toward Lucy's falling body. The two mustered every ounce of energy they had, swiftly catching her in their arms a moment before she hit the ground. Although Minerva was still high above them, they knew she was looking down them with a smug expression.

Gray didn't bother to acknowledge the Sabertooth mage; he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off his best friend. Lucy lay in Gray's arms, unconscious and moaning in pain. The sight of seeing the bubbly, outgoing Celestial Mage so broken and battered struck a nerve. Almost instantly, Gray could feel his aloof disposition slowly crack.

"Come on, Lucy! Please, say something!" Gray begged.

Lucy said nothing.

From somewhere above him, Gray could hear Natsu shouting angrily at Minerva. Gray set Lucy gently on the ground as to not aggravate her injuries further. Erza rushed over to the three of them just in time to see Minerva, who had slid down to the ground. Gray clenched his fists and forced himself to turn his gaze over to Lucy; there were a lot of things he wanted to say - and do - to Minerva for her cruelty, but getting Lucy taken care of was priority.

"Lucy..." urged Gray, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Please, open your eyes. Come back to us."

No response.

"Come back to me..."

A soft groan escaped Lucy's lips. Gray perked up for a moment, hoping she would wake up. Much to his dismay, however, Lucy remained unconscious.

Wendy and Chelia arrived on the scene and immediately began combining their magic to heal Lucy's more severe injuries. Seeing that she was in good hands, Gray forced himself to join Natsu and Erza as they argued with Minerva.

Please let her be all right, Gray pleaded silently.

Half of the Fairy Tail guild crowded around Lucy's bed as she lie in the recovery ward. Her small frame was covered in bandages and bruises; it physically hurt Gray to see her like this. He wanted to do something to help her, but Porlyusica told him that it was simply going to take time for Lucy to heal. Still, that didn't stop the Ice Make mage from feeling so utterly powerless.

"She's awake!" exclaimed Happy. Gray snapped out of his trance and turned to look at Lucy, who was gazing at her comrades through weary eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Lucy murmured, the defeat in her voice a stark contrast to her usual confident tone. "I screwed up again... I let you all down..."

Gray was shocked that after the cruelty she had endured, she was apologizing to them.

How could she think we'd be disappointed in her?

"Are you kidding? You got second place!" Gray said in an attempt to lift her spirits. "That's nothing to be sorry about."

"Thanks to you, we got eight points that round!" "Yes, you did well."

After Lucy fell back asleep, Cana growled, "We won't be letting them get away with this."

Images of Minerva holding Lucy up by the neck, displaying her like some kind of trophy in a humiliating fashion, flashed through Gray's mind. He muttered darkly, "I feel the exact same way."

After Makarov had informed the guild of the two teams merging, they were all shooed away by Porlyusica. Apparently having too many people around her - especially a bunch as lively as Fairy Tail - would hinder Lucy's recovery.

That evening, however, Gray slipped out of his room and paid Lucy a late-night visit. Much to his surprise, Lucy was wide awake and sitting upright in her bed when he entered the room. A small candle on the nightstand next to Lucy's bed was the only source of light in the room. The candlelight illuminated half of her face and Gray was relieved to see that she was looking much better.

"Gray?" Lucy asked, rubbing her eyes as if to make sure he was really there. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Gray replied with a smile. He lowered himself down into the seat next to Lucy's bed. "How are you feeling?"

Lucy gave him a small smile in return and said, "Better, thank you. But if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting rest?"

Gray laughed. "Shouldn't you?"

"Well... you have a point..." Lucy let out a little chuckle but it was cut short by a moan. She hunched over and clutched her ribs.

"Dammit, Lucy," Gray scolded softly, "you really need to be getting more rest. You're obviously still in pain!"

"I'm fine, Gray," Lucy tried - but failed - to reassure him.

Gray shook his head at her stubbornness. "Here, I'll go get Porlyuscia. Maybe she can give you-"

Just as he went to stand, a small hand grabbed Gray's wrist and held him back. Lucy had no strength left in her body so Gray could have broken free of her grasp easily.

However, a small part of him found he didn't want to.

"No, please... stay." Lucy pleaded quietly. "I feel a lot better now that you're here."

Gray sighed in defeat, though he would be lying if he said that her words hadn't made his heart skip a beat. "Fine. But you have to lay down and get some rest. That's my condition."

Lucy nodded and Gray placed one arm around her shoulders, guiding her body gently back onto the bed until she was completely lying down. As Lucy snuggled under her blankets, a golden strand of hair fell in Lucy's eyes. Before Lucy could lift her hand to fix it, cool fingers brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. She looked up at Gray, who had an unreadable expression on his face. He leaned over the nightstand and blew out the candle. Now the only light entering the room was the silver beams of the moon peeking in from the window.

Shifting her position, Lucy accidentally irritated her bruised ribs. A pained groan escaped her lips and Gray flinched.

"Uh... Lucy?"

"Yes?"

Gray scratched the back of his head nervously. "Do you... want me to cool you off? Uh, I mean do you want me to ice your ribs? It might help ease the pain."

"You would do that? Are you sure?"

Gray nodded, happy to finally be of use. "Of course. I promise I won't hurt you though, if you're worried about that."

Lucy shook her head slightly. She shifted the blankets down so her entire upper body was exposed. "I trust you, Gray."

The room suddenly felt very hot as Gray slipped his hand underneath her shirt and laid it gently on her ribs. As he allowed his hand to grow colder, Lucy gasped from the change in temperature, but relaxed after a few moments.

"Thank you."

"It's not a big deal."

There were a few moments of silence.

"So... nobody's upset that I lost to Minerva?"

Gray sighed softly, his eyes fixated on the floor now. "I think everyone was more worried about you getting hurt. Watching Minerva attacking you over and over like that... it was... we..."

"I heard your voice."

Gray's head snapped up and he met Lucy's gaze. "What?"

Lucy blushed and began to fidget with her fingers. "While I was unconscious... I thought - no, I know I heard your voice. You were calling my name."

"Oh yeah, that was me..." Gray said sheepishly. "You scared me there, Luce."

Lucy's hand came to rest on top of Gray's free one. Tears were threatening to spill over and Gray's chest constricted in response; he hadn't meant to upset her!

"I was scared, too..." Lucy responded quietly. "I didn't know what was going on. All I could feel was pain... but then I heard your voice. It may sound strange, but knowing you were there helped, like I knew everything would be okay. I'm grateful for that, Gray."

A stray tear slid down Lucy's cheek and Gray decided he couldn't hold back any longer. In one swift motion, Gray leaned over and softly kissed the tear away. Lucy blinked in response but made no move to push him away. They stared at each other for a moment before Lucy sat up and wrapped her arms around Gray, who immediately returned her embrace.

"I'm glad you're okay," Gray murmured, kissing the top of Lucy's head. Lucy burrowed deeper into Gray's shoulder and replied just as softly, "I'm glad you're here with me."

Gray sighed again and pulled back. "As much as I'd love to stay like this, you really need to get some rest."

Lucy stuck out his bottom lip in a mock pout, causing Gray to let out a chuckle. Once again, Gray helped lower Lucy back onto the bed, but this time he held on to her hand. "I'll be here until you fall asleep, okay?"

"Thanks, Gray," Lucy said, giving him a genuine smile this time. "But before I fall asleep, can we talk about... us tomorrow? I have a hunch we both think of each other as more than friends."

"I think your hunch might be correct." Gray kissed Lucy's hand before giving it a light squeeze. "Tomorrow then. I look forward to it."

Lucy had been long asleep before Gray rose to his feet and began making his way toward the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob....

"Gray, you're a real man now."

"ELFMAN!"

Story is also on AO3!

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all-da-fandoms · 7 years

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Logan’s Experiment (Roleplay To Fanfiction)

A/N: Welcome to my first ever Roleplay to Fanfiction story! Whenever I do these I will tag it with: The fandom, The Ship, and Roleplay to Fanfiction! alrighty then. This was made thanks to a good friend @eyelessella go check them out! Genre: fluff, slight angst,

Ship: Analogical (romantic)

Tag list below the cut enjoy!

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His alarm went off, and he turned it off, instantly pulling out a journal as he wrote down thomas' latest dream for about 5 minutes, 5:05. he goes to brush his teeth. 5:10. He gets dressed. 5:30. He meditates. 7:00. Patton wakes up, starting to make breakfast. 7:06. Princey wakes up, singing the village song from beauty and the beast. 7:10. Logan comes out to join in breakfast. 7:20. Virgil comes in...But he didn't, he shattered his schedule and Logan checked his fob watch. 7:25. He was never late. Logan grew concerned and hesitated before going upstairs and he knocked on Virgil's door. "Virgil, are you okay? You are late for breakfast.

Virgil spoke between his tears as he tried to concentrate on listening to his music " Go away!" He yelled locking the door , he wasn't feeling well at all today , in fact its been getting worse , he started to feel emotion towards Logan and he didn't know how he would feel if Virgil had told him so he just decided that he wouldn't step foot out of his room.

Logan hesitated before pulling out some paper clips and got to work, he had to fix the schedule. he got in and sighed "Virgil, I came to check to see if you were....okay..." When he entered he was shocked too see virgil Virgil was hidden deep in his closet ....crying? This confused Logan and he stood off to the side turning of the music and he lowered to a kneeling position, staying closer to Virgil's current level and he sighed. "I want to help you virgil. I am worried about you. You come in everyday at 7:20 for breakfast, but you broke your pattern today...I only want to understand why.”

Virgil seemed shocked as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and he realized oh god he was staring. He turned away “P-personal reasons”

Logan sighed. "you don't have to tell me Virgil. But I want you to know I'm here for you."

Virgil curled deeper into the corner and he nodded weakly, unable too find words. Logan would probably think he’s a freak. Why hadn’t he shooed him off yet? God he was an idiot.

Logan gave a small smile, a rare sight, and he held out his hand "Shall we eat then?" he started to stand up, but moved slowly.

Virgil stared at his hand and hesitantly took it and turned away with a scowl and a blush.

Logan knew what was happening with Virgil, he was the logical one after all, but he also wanted to make sure this was what was actually happening. He needed all the facts and he knew just how to do it.

Virgil took a few deep breaths attempting to pray his blush to go away. He really didn’t need this. Not when Roman would be in there. God Roman was annoying. It eventually went away, so now, he was finally fit to leave his room. Even though Logan practically dragged him out, he didn't of course, but he had his plan and was ready to go about it, he stopped and glanced at his shirt "wait. this is the wrong tie. Come, we need to stop by my room" he said, he turned to head into this bedroom to get a new tie. he hoped this worked, he would switch ties, and then see how Virgil reacts to the way he'd do it. hopefully that gives him enough evidence.

Virgil tried to get away because oh shit, his room? He couldn’t do this! Nononono, he tried to get away but his socks caused him to glide against the floor. Unfortunately he could only glide along.

Logan made it into his room and closed the door with Virgil inside. "It'll only take a second, then we can get breakfast." he said calmly as he started switching ties, humming to himself.

Virgil blushed and got uncomfortable and looked at his feet , he waited for logan to be done. " wh-why did you bring me in here for you to change your tie..”

"Hm?" he turned and shrugged. "Well it would only take a second, you don't mind do you?"

" i uhh... no i dont " he avoided eye contact. What was Logan doing? He was doing something. Weather he knew it or not.

Logan walked over. "If you mind, that's fine, I'll remember next time." he adjusted his tie. "Is this tight enough?" He quietly observed Virgil, looking for any signs that he may have an attraction too Logan.

Vergil shakily adjusted it a bit. " now it is " he said awkwardly, swallowing thickly. " c-can you keep a secret?"

Logan glanced at Virgil, was this the moment he’d tell him? Would he finally go against all his instincts? Only one way to find out. "Oh? Well of course, I do tend to act as a mediator out of us all."

" i-i have a crush on someone and i-i don't know how to tell them" Virgil looks away shyly. God, he was gonna see him as a freak wasn’t he? He never should’ve said that.

Logan smiled and flattened his tie. Ah yes, here it was. Best way to address it is vaguely. "My advice? As scary as it sounds, just tell them. of course there's a chance you'd get rejected. but if you enjoy the person I think you enjoy, I'm 98 percent positive you won't get rejected."

" okay , i like you " he practically ripped open the door and ran to his room, slamming the door as he curled up in his room.

Logan took a deep breath as he walked over to virgil’s room door and let out a sigh, knocking on the door "virgil. I already knew." he said with a soft smile.

He peeked his head out the door " y-you did Logan, ..." He was stunned. Was this all a prank? He stared at the smiling trait, confused.

Logan chuckled, holding his hands behind his back. "I'm the logical side, I notice things. and remember what I said about said crush you confessed too?" he said, leaning closer, smiling at the younger trait.

Virgil was hesitant before he leaned a bit closer too match logan, he was nervous, his stomach was doing flips and he prayed he wouldn’t panic.

Logan gently reached in and took Virgil's hands and carefully pressed a gentle kiss, a sure and strong kiss, gently pulling him closer as his eyes fluttered shut.

Virgil blushes, and suddenly, they were in space. Floating among the stars and the entire universe slowed and the moment felt like it would last forever. This is the moment he finally kisses the one he loves and it’s amazing and slowly he kisses back melting into the embrace , gripping logan's hand.

Logan wanted to stay there with Virgil in his embrace but unfortunately, they needed to breathe. Logan hesitantly pulled away and suddenly, they were back, in between virgil’s room and the hallway. He sighed, swallowing thickly. "Breakfast?"

Virgil nodded , he was breathless and blushing very heavily " y-yea” He smiled and hesitantly took Logan’s hand as Logan walked him off.

Patton grinned jumping up from his seat “AND THAT’S WHEN YOU TWO GOT TOGETHER!!!” he cheered, hugging virgil tightly. Virgil rolled his eyes “we told you as soon as we walked in” Roman rolled his eyes “Not as exciting as how me and Patton got together” Logan and Virgil stared at each other then stared at Patton and Roman, dumbfounded, Roman glanced at them both “Wait, did you not know?”

THE END

A/N: Thanks for joining me on this adventure, please reblog and like if you enjoyed, reblogs make me happy makes my fic spread like the plauge! I love you all Always Keep Fighting and you are Fam ILY See y’all later Sisters, Brothers, and non-binary others! Chris out!

#Sanders Sides #Analogical #Roleplay to Fanfiction

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smokeybrandreviews · 4 years

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Smokey brand Postmortem: Harley Quinn and the Miscalculation

Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey is bombing in theaters and what i was apprehensive about, is coming to pass. All of this rah-rah, GRRRL-power, superficial, laughably toxic, feminism saturates this picture. And that’s fine. A little misandry never hurt anyone, especially with as much unapologetic misogyny that is rife within Hollywood. Still, there is a limit to and, while i didn’t mind the whole emancipation equal initialization angle this movie was going for, i can see why it would turn off so many others. We’re on the back end of the MeToo movement now and, in a world where Amber Heard has been exposed for the violent abuser that she truly is, the climate is a little different from when this flick was greenlit. It’s wild watching a marketing strategy trying so goddamn hard to alienate half their audience. Seriously, that sh*t was box office suicide but its not the reason why BoP failed. The media wants to blame sexist men for not supporting an all-women production but that’s not realistic. The demo breakdown for those who went to see BOP skewed heavily male. No, there are several reasons why and i kind of want to go over them here.

Issue 1: Feminist Marketing

Fix: Better Marketing

Issue 2: Hard R Rating

Fix: go for that “Hard PG-13″

Issue 3: Character Interpretation

Fix: Better Characterization

#Smokey brand Postmortem #Birds of Prey #Harley Quinn #Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn #DC

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Rainbows and unicorns? Yes! Macaroni and cheese? Sounds amazing! Baskets full of puppies and kitties? Hell yeah! Bring it on, because we are so ready! If it’s happy, whimsical, or squee-worthy, sign us up. So much of life is “meh,” so, when we get the opportunity to forget our troubles and enjoy something truly spectacular, we drop whatever we’re doing and go have ourselves a good time. But, if you apply Newton’s Third Law, it stands to reason that there are things out there that are every bit as horrible as these things are delightful. While wonderful things like soft pretzels and merry-go-rounds exist, horrible things like clowns and spiders exist, too, to offset their wonderfulness, and to make those things even more enjoyable. There are a lot of things that make us happy—but there are also a lot of things that make us pee our pants. Check out these 18 photos that will make you say, “Nope!”

#1 No “Congratulations, kids! You sold more candy bars than any other class in the entire school, so you’re going to get that class vacation! But, unfortunately, because the teachers and staff also want a vacation, they have been forced to use some of the money that you earned to take their own vacation. That means your class vacation will be more of a class field trip. Still, you have a lot of fun destinations to choose from! Okay, two. You have two destinations to choose from. Also, they aren’t what you might call “fun,” they’re more “horrific.” Alright, are you ready to hear about the two locations?” **Crickets** “I’ll take that as a yes. Okay, we can go to the spider farm—ooooh! Sounds great, doesn’t it? Or, we can visit the nuclear power plant! Those are the only two options, though, because they’re both on Nope Lane, and that’s nearby, so it saves on gas.”

#2 NO “STAN!!! Stan, the break room is on fire! I tried to microwave my cell phone because I read somewhere on the internet that it makes it charge super fast. But it didn’t work, and the microwave exploded! It’s a matter of minutes before the whole floor is engulfed in flames! You have to pull the fire alarm, Stan. I can’t do it. You remember, last week I had my hands replaced with tennis balls. I don’t have fingers, anymore. I can’t pull the fire alarm. Stan, you have to do it! Please, hurry!” “You know, Fred, microwaving your iPhone, having your hands surgically removed and replaced with tennis balls—if we make it out of this alive, we need to discuss your life decisions.” “No time! Pull the fire alarm.” “Oh, alright. Fine. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re evading the subject. Well, alright. I’ll just pull the fire alar—AAAGGGGHHHHHHH! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!”

#3 Nope Wow! Working for National Geographic must be so great!You get to travel all over the place, and see famous landmarks. You get to try new cuisines, and learn new languages, and meet incredible people. You get to experience the wide variety of cultures that this beautiful world of ours has to offer. What other job could possibly be that? National Geographic puts you out there. It gives you the chance to become one with nature. What a thrilling opportunity! But, uh, apparently working with Nat Geo isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We had no idea that getting chased by bears was in the job description. At first, we thought that we would be able to deal with this minor detail. But, upon reflection, we don’t think we can get over this. We can’t outrun a bear. So, instead of working for Nat Geo, we’ll just stick to watching their channel and reading their magazines.

#4 Nuh-uh When you’re sitting in your coach seat on a plane, and you’ve got a bratty kid sitting behind you, kicking your seat and pulling your hair, you’re not going to be in a good mood. Even when the flight attendant brings out those little packets of peanuts and the tiny bottles of booze, those things aren’t really going to make up for the fresh hell that you’re currently residing in. However, as bad as things may be, take a moment to appreciate that this isn’t the view that you have from your seat’s window. Be grateful that you do not see a plane mechanic using duct tape to secure one part of the plane to another part of the plane. While we are firm believers that duct tape can fix anything, we have to say, we think that it’s reached it’s limits here. So, if you look out on the tarmac and see this happening to your plane, get off.

#5 Not Gonna Happen “All aboard the Nope Train, bound for Nopeville, Nohio! Here on the Nope Train, we put safety third, placing reckless endangerment and convenience at the front of our list. Our train isn’t actually a train, it’s a rickety old cart made from old pallets. But, there’s no doubt that our train is even more uncomfortable than a conventional locomotive! The death rate for our *ahem* “train” is higher than any other railway in the world. Come ride with us, it will be the last thing that you ever do!” We have a sneaking suspicion that a ride on the railway cart that runs on this track has a tendency to go downhill fast—literally. That wash out under the tracks, there, doesn’t exactly instill confidence in the passenger. Personally? We’re going to say, “Nope!” to a ride over this railroad. And, if you aren’t a fan of sliding off the side of a cliff, we’d recommend you turn it down, too.

#6 Naw, Fam The day that we walk out of the door and see this happening on the street in front of our house is the day that we leave everything behind, take on an assumed identity, and never look back. We’re not ready to live in a world where guys take their pet snakes out for an evening walk. That’s just a bit too metal for us. In our line of work—which mostly consists of making fun of people, and being sarcastic and borderline passive aggressive—we are often presented with WTF photos that provide us no back story. And since we know next to nothing about the circumstances behind the pictures we see, we have to come up with a story ourselves. We like to think that these two guys are rivals competing in a pet show. The guy with the Great Danes is a shoo-in, but the guy with the snakes is going to be a real contender.

#7 Not A Chance These hellish spider webs are starting to make parking tickets look pretty good. “Oh, I ran the meter over by fifteen minutes? Sure, I’ll pay the fifty dollars. It beats the hell out of having to wade through a thicket of black widow spider webs just to get into my piece of crap Chevy.” This is Australia, right? We bet that this is Australia. It’s got to be. Everything is crazy, Down Under. Sure, they’ve got adorable kangaroos and koalas. But they also have nearly one-hundred kinds of venomous snakes, humongous bats, and all manner of spiders. Seriously, Australia, what were you thinking? Filling your country with plague levels of insects and creatures that are not only deadly, but also incredibly terrifying, seems like a questionable move to us. We don’t mean to criticize, Australia. You’re free to do you. It’s just that we’re going to say, “Nope,” that’s all.

#8 Mmmm. How ’Bout ‘No’? Gah! Dammit, you guys! We thought that we all agreed to do whatever we had to to free this world of puppets. We know that it’s going to be a difficult process, but we’re committed to the task. You should be to. It’s going to take time and perseverance. But without determination, we will continue to live in a world where abominable puppets (such as the one in this picture) continue to exist, and to plague our nightmares. We must unite. We must come together and vow that we will snuff out these dastardly puppets. If we don’t, bad things will happen. We’re super disturbed by this creepy AF puppet. But we’re also disturbed by the fact that some guy wanted to buy shoes for it. Why would you do that? Gasp! Maybe that puppet told him to do it! Oh, no! This demonic thing must have a hold on him. Someone help!

#9 No Thnx Ah, fishing. What a great way to relax, unwind, and get in touch with nature! After a long, hard week of commuting to the city, and spending all of that time sitting in traffic, dealing with rude people, and breathing in smog, you need to get away. You need to forget about all of that for a little while, and remember what it’s like to really live, you know? If you’ve never been fishing, then—stay the hell away from Lake Nope, because you’ll look over the side of your boat to see this. Then, you will promptly pee your pants, assume the fetal position, and you’ll be stuck in your boat in the middle of the lake with no way of returning to snake-free civilization. So, do you think that this sight is better or worse than seeing a mechanic duct taping your plane just before take off? We can’t decide.

#10 **Shakes Head Vigorously** You guys probably think that this is just a horrifying photo of a bunch of Ronald McDonalds on their way to a pervert clown convention. But, coincidentally, this is also the last known photograph of the woman seated on the left. Cheryl Perkins was on her way home from work when she unknowingly boarded a subway car brimming with Ronald McDonalds. Eyewitnesses state that Cheryl tried, desperately, to disembark, but the sliding doors closed, and the subway made its way back down the tunnel. The minute she took her seat, Cheryl could feel the eyes of a dozen clowns boring into her very soul. They watched her as a lion watches a wounded gazelle. She knew that she wasn’t safe. Here, we see Cheryl trying to take a picture of her attackers with her phone. When the subway arrived at its destination, the doors opened, and Cheryl was nowhere to be found.

#11 Nope, Nope, Nope-A-Roo We like how the person who wrote the caption for this picture is all like, “Yeah, we don’t have winters in Florida. But that’s only because we have something even better. We’ve got these giant green lizards that will kill you as soon as they look at you. And, yeah, they’ll grab you with their powerful jaws, lined with incredibly sharp teeth. And, sure, they’ll maul you and eat you. But, you have to admit, this beats the hell out of winter!” You know, person who wrote the caption to this photo, we’re starting to think that you have a pretty warped sense of what’s fun. Here, let us help you. Sweaters, snowball fights, and sipping hot cocoa by a crackling fire—fun. Walking down the street in 90-degree heat, sweating your ass off in the humidity, and seeing an alligator climbing a chain link fence—terrifying. Once again, we have to say, “Nope.”

#12 . . . Nnnnooooo? Yeah, No. Okay, what the hell is wrong with the guy on the right? Why are you looking over the side of your precariously placed hammock, man? Are you trying to fall to your death? Get it together! This is a life or death situation, here, and all you can think to do is tempt fate by putting yourself on the edge of the bunk, thereby shifting the weight in gravity’s favor! If their parents knew what they were up to, we bet that they would be in so much trouble. Maybe we should tell on them . . . Considering the fact that this picture makes us want to cry, we don’t think that we’ll be camping on the side of a mountain anytime soon. In fact, we’re going to play it safe by not camping at all. We’ll stick to blanket forts in the living room, thank you very much.

#13 Not Even Ah, yes. The Clown Motel, located in scenic Nopelahoma. Alfred Hitchcock filmed a horror movie there, called Face Paint and Foul Play. The film was never released, but we managed to get a private screening. Here’s a summary: A young woman stops at the Clown Motel for a room. She meets the owner, and hears him arguing with his mother. The girl goes back to her room. While she’s in the shower, the mom sneaks up on her and stabs her! The guy finds the crime scene, and cleans everything. A few weeks later, a private investigator shows up. Long story short, it turns out the motel owner killed his mother ten years ago, and he adopted her personality as a coping mechanism. He’s been dressing up like his mom and talking to himself in a feminine voice. Every time he meets a pretty girl, his “mother” alter-ego rears its ugly head, and he kills them. No, wait. Sorry, that’s Psycho.

#14 WHAT PART OF “NO” DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!?!?! “Now this is a great plane! It’s got everything that a pilot might want. It’s got the propeller on the front, and the two wings on the top, and the wheels.” “Ah, that’s a nice feature. The wheels make landing so much easier. Hmm. So, is there any significance to the letters written on the side of the plane?” “What? Oh, those! Yeah, see, those were the last words of the previous pilot, right before he. . .” “Right before he, what?” “Um, right before he, uh, landed the plane perfectly and everyone survived! Haha, what did you think I was going to say? Right before he lost control of the plane and crashed into those trees over there, where he and his passengers were torn violently apart, and their bodies have never been found? Hahaha! Don’t be ridiculous!” “On second thought, I think I’m gonna go with the helicopter with FTW on the side, instead.”

#15 Coconut Crab? How About Coco”No” Crab? To tell you the truth, we have never fully been on board with the whole idea of crabs. Did the world really need flat, red, hard creatures with strong, pinching claws? No. Of course not. And, yeah, you could argue that the reason why crabs exist is because they’re delicious. But the truth is, they’re not. Crabs aren’t delicious. It’s the five gallons of butter that we dip them in that is delicious. Since it’s socially unacceptable to run around telling people that you eat butter for dinner on special occasions, we disguise our love for the dairy product by masking it with a love for crab. Crabs don’t have a lot going for them. They pinch you, they’re barely palatable, and they even have an STD named after them. And now that we’ve found out that they can climb trees, too? Well, “Nope,” that’s all we’ve got to say.

#16 No Way In Hell We can’t tell where this curvy ramp goes, exactly, but we would bet you five bucks that it goes straight to hell. Well, not straight to hell because, as you can see, that’s a very windy route. So, really, it’s more of a leisurely stroll to hell. It’s a sophisticated downward spiral into the fiery, brimstone abyss. And, like this Tumblr user pointed out, it’s wheelchair accessible! See, hell was really run down for a long time. It simply couldn’t afford to make the updates. Then, hell got some funding, and it was finally able to do some renovations. Hell now has a lovely kitchen, with custom cabinetry and granite counter tops. At the devil’s insistence, hell also has a man cave. The budget also included this terrifying ramp, which makes us say, “Nope!” If hell has any money leftover, it might have some landscaping done. But it’s touch and go, right now.

#17 LOL NOPE Screw you, Little Miss Muffet! Cindy ain’t afraid of no spiders! Heck, she loves arachnids. They’re her friends. She invites Charlotte and all of her friends over for tea every afternoon. Take that Miss Muffett, you tuffet-having, curds and whey-eating hussy! Gah! Will someone please get this girl some dolls, so she won’t be forced to have a tea party with a bunch of tarantulas? Doesn’t she have teddy bears or something? For the love of Pete, somebody do something! This poor child is taking tea with pests! She needs some stuffed animals and an exterminator, stat! But, you know, that girl actually looks pretty happy about having a tea party with eight-legged creepy crawlies. Maybe she’s Spiderman’s daughter, or something. Maybe those spiders are her minions, and they do her bidding. If that’s the case, then we should probably all start being really nice to spiders from now on.

#18 NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! It’s all over, guys. Finished. Kaput. This is the end. The apocalypse is nigh, and there is nothing that any of us can do about it. So long, everyone. It was nice knowing you. We like to think that we’re generally pretty positive people. Oh, sure, we like to complain and nay-say every so often. But, deep down, we’re optimists. That is, we were. That all changed when we saw the pictures of these hell beasts. These terrifying Crocs/Ugg boots hybrids were spawned in the depths of hell. They dragged their loathsome, worthless bodies up through the muck and mire, in order to terrorize us with their vile, contemptible design. Well, congrats, Crocs/Ugg boot mutants. You’ve succeeded in your endeavors. The scariest part about these stupid, stupid shoes is that if they hit the shelves, people would buy them. They would wear them. And, do you know what we would say if that happened? “Nope!”

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