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kat-thepoet · 9 months ago

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Part 9: Unexpected coincidence

A/N: Just waitttt 😭

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"Oh my god, Violet, he proposed!!" Vanessa's excited voice burst through the phone, making me rub my eyes as I groggily walked out of my room. It was only 12 am, and I was still shaking off the remnants of sleep when her ecstatic screams echoed in my ears.

"Oh my god, he did? Congrats!" I replied, my voice still thick with sleep, but genuinely happy for her.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I just had to tell you, but we can talk more tomorrow, yeah? Same place and time?" Vanessa's voice softened a bit, realizing she might have interrupted my rest.

"Yeah, same place and time," I confirmed, already heading back to my room, where the bed still held the warmth of Logan's presence.

I glanced at Logan, who was still peacefully asleep. I've been using my powers to help him sleep, but he's getting better at it on his own. The sight of him resting so soundly brought a small smile to my face as I quietly slipped back into bed beside him.

I woke up from my slumber, nestled against Logan, his strong arms wrapped securely around me. His scent filled my senses—an intoxicating blend of pine trees with a hint of wood. I think it’s his new body wash, and I find it addicting. The faint smell of alcohol that used to linger around him is gone now. He’s stopped drinking like he did before, and it makes me happy to know he doesn’t need to rely on that anymore.

I couldn’t help but gaze at him, his slow, steady breathing the only sound in the room. His beard, just an inch away from me, was one of my favorite things about him. It was rough yet neatly trimmed, accentuating his strong jawline. His hair was a bit tousled, but his cat ears still peeked out adorably. I’ve always liked tugging on them when I kiss him; they’re just too tempting not to.

As I was lost in thought, admiring every detail of him, Logan’s eyes slowly fluttered open. His gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other in the quiet stillness of the room. The soft light filtering in through the curtains highlighted the warmth in his eyes, making my heart skip a beat.

“Caught you staring,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?” I replied, my voice soft and playful. “You look too good not to stare.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest, as he pulled me closer. “Well, if I get to wake up to you every morning, I’ll take all the staring you’ve got.”

His words made my heart flutter, and I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. I couldn’t resist tugging gently on one of his cat ears, just like I always did, earning a soft growl of approval from him.

“Good morning,” I whispered, feeling his breath warm against my lips.

“Morning, Bub,” he replied, his voice laced with affection. “What do you say we stay in bed a little longer?”

I smiled against his lips, but then gently pulled back. “I can’t,” I said, a hint of regret in my voice. “I’m meeting Vanessa for coffee. You know, girl talk and then I'm heading in for work.”

Logan groaned playfully, his arms still holding me close. “Girl talk, huh? Sounds dangerous.”

I chuckled, playfully swatting his chest. “Don’t worry, we won’t be plotting world domination… at least, not today.”

He smirked, finally releasing me from his embrace. " okay then but text me when you get to work."

“I will,” I promised, leaning in to give him one last kiss before reluctantly slipping out of bed. As I got dressed, I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze lingering with the same intensity I’d felt when I was watching him sleep.

“See you later?” I asked, turning back to him as I headed for the door.

“Yeah,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ll be right here.”

With one last smile, I grabbed my phone and keys, heading out to meet Vanessa for our coffee and much-needed girl talk.

I knocked on Vanessa’s door, and it swung open almost instantly. “VIOLET!” she squealed, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn’t help but laugh at her infectious happiness.

As she pulled back, she immediately thrust her hand toward me, showing off her ring. “Isn’t it perfect?” she asked, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, yes, it is!” I exclaimed, taking her hand to get a closer look. The diamond was even bigger than I remembered, sparkling brilliantly in the light.

Vanessa grinned, her eyes narrowing playfully. “I know you helped him pick it out.”

“Actually, he did all the work. I was just there to calm his nerves,” I said truthfully, smiling at the memory of Wade’s excitement and jitters.

“Well, you both did amazing,” she said, her eyes shining with joy as she admired the ring again.

“Alright, let’s go! I’m dying for some caffeine and girl talk,” she said with a laugh as she grabbed her bag and quickly closed the door.

We stepped out of her apartment and made our way down the familiar streets, the morning sun warming the pavement beneath our feet. The conversation flowed easily between us as we walked, with Vanessa bubbling over with excitement about wedding plans and every little detail she wanted to share.

As we rounded the corner, our favorite coffee shop came into view—a cozy little place with a welcoming atmosphere and the best coffee in town. The bell above the door jingled as we entered, and the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, instantly putting us at ease.

“Our usual spot?” Vanessa asked, already heading towards the corner table that had practically become ours over the years.

“You know it,” I replied with a smile, following her to the table and settling in for what promised to be a much-needed catch-up session.

As we waited for our coffee, I glanced down and noticed something unusual. “Hey, what’s that yellow stain on your shoe?” I asked, pointing it out.

Vanessa rolled her eyes dramatically, letting out a sigh. “Ugh, it’s Wade’s dog. She peed on my shoe, and I tried everything to wash it off, but the stain just won’t come out.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her rant, the image of Wade’s dog causing trouble popping into my head. “That’s what you get for being around Wade too much,” I teased, earning a playful nudge from Vanessa.

“Honestly, the things I put up with…” she said, shaking her head but laughing along with me. “I swear that dog has it out for my shoes.”

“Maybe it’s just her way of welcoming you to the family,” I joked, and we both burst into laughter as the barista called our names, signaling that our coffee was ready.

As we settled into our seats, steaming cups of coffee in hand, I turned to Vanessa with a curious smile. "So, did you expect Wade to propose to you?" I asked, taking a sip of my latte.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "No, not at all. I knew he was taking me to dinner because it was the anniversary of when we met, but I didn't think much of it," she replied, her eyes sparkling as she reminisced.

"Yeah, Wade told me everything. I couldn't believe it! You're one step closer to having the family you've always wanted," I said, smiling warmly at her.

Vanessa's smile widened as she took another sip of her coffee. Then, her eyes narrowed playfully. "Well, what about you? Are you and Logan finally together? Wade might have mentioned that you two... you know," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

I felt my cheeks heat up, memories of Logan flooding my mind and making my heart flutter. Vanessa noticed my reaction and laughed. "By your face, I have my answer," she giggled.

I joined in her laughter, nodding. "Yeah, he makes me happy, and I honestly don't think I can live without him. He's everything I've been looking for—caring, respectful, considerate, and he actually listens when I'm speaking," I confessed, feeling a warm glow as I spoke about him.

Vanessa leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. "I'm so happy for you, Violet. You deserve someone like that," she said sincerely.

"Thanks, Vanessa. It means a lot," I replied, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand.

As we sipped our coffee, Vanessa looked at me with a teasing smirk. "So, how is he in bed?" she asked curiously. "Does he fuck hard? Gentle? Or is he just bad?"

I cut her off with a grin, "No, he’s perfect. When we did it, it felt amazing. He was the first to actually make me come, but I didn't tell him that—because, you know, men and their egos."

Vanessa laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Lucky you," she teased, and we both burst out laughing.

"So, have you guys been doing it non-stop?" Vanessa asked with a playful nudge.

I shook my head, smiling. "No, we’ve only done it once. I think I want to take it slow, you know? And besides, he still hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "Really? I figured with the way you talk about him, it’d be a done deal by now."

"I know, right?" I chuckled. "But I guess I'm just waiting for the right moment. I want to make sure we're both on the same page."

Before heading into work, I realized that today was Laura’s 18th birthday. It was hard to believe she was now a grown woman, and I knew that it was finally time to share a part of myself with her that I’d kept hidden for so long—to tell her about me, about being a mutant, and to show her my true self.

On my way, I stopped by a quaint trinket shop, picking out a few things I thought she’d like: some bracelets, matching earrings, and a book that reminded me of her. With the gifts wrapped up nicely, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside me.

As I walked into the shop, I spotted Laura in the back, carefully washing the flowers. Her focus and care in everything she did always made me proud.

“Hey, Laura!” I called out, putting my stuff away.

“Hey! Be right there,” she replied, her voice cheerful as she finished up her task.

I walked over to her, waiting for her to turn around. When she did, I greeted her with a warm smile. “Happy birthday!” I exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug and handing her the present.

Her eyes lit up as she took the gift from me. “Thank you so much! You didn’t have to get me anything,” she said, but I could see the genuine appreciation in her expression.

“Of course I did. You deserve it,” I replied, watching as she started to unwrap the present.

As she carefully opened it, I took a deep breath, knowing that after she saw the gifts, it would be time for the bigger conversation—the one I’d been preparing myself for all day.

As Laura unwrapped the gift, her eyes widened with delight as she saw the bracelets, earrings, and book. She looked up at me with a big smile, clearly touched by the thoughtful presents.

“Thank you, Violet! These are beautiful,” she said, holding up the bracelets to admire them.

I smiled back, feeling a warm sense of connection with her. "I’m glad you like them.”

Then, with a bit of hesitation, I added, “Hey, I was thinking… do you want to come over today? You can meet my bo- Logan, and meet Vanessa and Wade. We can have some cake and celebrate, but only if you don’t have plans with your folks or other friends.”

Laura’s face lit up with surprise and curiosity. “Really? I’d love to! I don’t have any big plans, just a small dinner with my parents later, but I can definitely come by before that.”

“Great! I think you’ll really like them,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

“I can’t wait,” Laura replied, her enthusiasm evident.

The hours passed by, and soon enough, the clock finally struck 5 PM. After a long day, it was time to close up the store. Laura and I locked up, and as we stepped outside, we both glanced toward the bakery next door.

“What flavor do you like?” I asked as we walked inside, the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods filling the air. Laura’s eyes widened as she took in the overwhelming selection of cakes.

“I think I’ll take the chocolate one with vanilla frosting and sprinkles,” she said, her smile brightening as she pointed to the cake.

“Perfect,” I agreed, and we made the purchase before heading home.

As we walked, the cake nestled safely in its box, I found myself deep in thought. Should I tell her now that I’m a mutant? Or would it be better to wait until later when she’s met everyone?

The decision weighed on my mind, and with each step, I tried to gauge the right moment. Laura was happily chatting about her plans for the evening, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil I was experiencing.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone to text Vanessa and Wade, asking them to come meet Laura—the girl I’ve been hiding from Wade because, well, for starters, he’s Wade, and two, she doesn’t know I’m a mutant. I didn’t want to put her in danger. Vanessa had met her once when she came to the flower shop on Laura's shift.

By the time we reached home, I still hadn’t made up my mind. I figured maybe I’d see how the evening unfolded, hoping the right moment would present itself.

We walked into my building and headed toward my apartment, a sense of unease starting to settle in my chest. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of something cooking drifting from the kitchen.

“I'm home,” I called out as I let Laura in, trying to keep things casual despite the strange tension building inside me.

"You never texted-" Logan looked up from the stove, and the moment his eyes fell on Laura, his expression froze. The color drained from his face, and his usual confident demeanor wavered. “Hey,” he managed, his voice tight, his eyes locked on Laura as if he’d seen a ghost.

Laura stood still, her own eyes widening with recognition and confusion. She looked at Logan, then at me, and back at Logan again. “You’re Violet’s Logan?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t quite make sense.

Logan stared at her, his mind clearly racing. “Laura?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Before the tension could snap, the door behind us swung open, and Wade and Vanessa strolled in, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere.

“What’s up, Laura?” Wade announced loudly as he held Dogpool, but then he stopped short, his eyes darting between Laura and Logan. “Well, I’ll be damned…”

I turned to Wade, feeling utterly lost. “Wade, how do you know her?”

Wade gave me a grin, completely out of place given the situation. “Oh, just that she’s Logan’s kid. No biggie.”

“What!?” I blurted out, trying to process the impossible. “Logan, you have a daughter? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Logan looked like he’d been hit by a freight train. “I didn’t know she was here, Violet. I didn’t know this Laura existed in this universe.”

Before Logan could continue, Wade jumped in, holding up a hand as if making a grand reveal.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. This universe’s Logan? Dead. Kaput. Which is why our Laura here was left alone with no Logan. Surprise!”

Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, what? Logan has a daughter? And you knew about this, Wade?”

“Of course I knew, babe,” Wade said with a smirk. “But tracking her down was like trying to catch a greased pig at a rodeo."

I stared at Wade, my emotions swirling in confusion and disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell Logan?”

Wade shrugged, completely unfazed. “Because he didn’t know she was here. I figured it was better to keep things on the down-low until I could find her and put the pieces together. And hey, look at that—happy family reunion!”

“Wade, you’re impossible,” Vanessa muttered.

Logan, still trying to process everything, turned to Laura. “Laura, I… I had no idea you were here.”

Laura shook her head, clearly overwhelmed. “I didn’t know about you either. I… I thought my Logan was gone.”

The room was thick with emotions, everyone trying to process the shock of the situation. I looked at Logan, trying to understand how all of this had been kept from me, and what it meant for us going forward.

The room was heavy with tension as the reality of the situation began to sink in. I looked at Logan, my mind racing with questions. “So… Jean’s her mom?” I asked, trying to piece together the puzzle.

Logan immediately shook his head. “No, Violet, it’s not like that—”

Before he could finish, Wade, ever the disruptor, jumped in with a grin. “Well, technically, it’s a bit more—”

Logan cut him off, his voice sharp. “Wade, shut up or I’ll slice your throat.”

Wade raised his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. “Alright, alright, no need to get all stabby. Just trying to help out here, but go ahead, Mr. Drama.”

Logan took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, but before he could speak, Laura stepped forward and faced me, her voice calm but firm. “Let me explain. They used Logan's DNA to create me. I’m not his daughter in the usual sense. I’m a mutant, just like him. That’s why I recognized him the moment I saw him because we have history.”

The air seemed to still as her words hung between us. I stared at Laura, trying to process what she’d just revealed. “You’re a mutant?” I asked, the shock evident in my voice. “Why didn’t you tell me Laura? Here I was, thinking I shouldn’t tell you that I’m a mutant because I didn’t want to put you in danger but you are one too."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The room felt like it was spinning, but amidst the shock, I found a strange sense of relief—I wasn’t the only one who had been hiding something about being a mutant. “What do you mean you’re a mutant, just like him?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Laura looked at me with a steady gaze, then at Logan, before turning back to me. “Let me show you,” she said calmly.

With that, she slowly closed her fist, her knuckles tightening. A moment later, three sharp, metallic claws extended from between her knuckles, identical to Logan’s. The sound of the claws unsheathing filled the room, a mix of metal scraping and something almost organic.

Vanessa gasped, her eyes wide with awe. “Wow…” she breathed, clearly taken aback by the sight.

The room fell silent, the reality of what we were seeing sinking in. Logan’s eyes were locked on Laura’s claws, a mix of recognition and pain flashing in his expression.

I stood there, staring at the claws, the shock still settling in. “You really are like him,” I whispered, the truth of it finally hitting home.

Laura slowly retracted her claws, the metal sliding back into her skin with a soft click. She looked at me, her eyes full of understanding and something that felt almost like a plea for acceptance.

"Yeah, I am,” she said quietly, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

The room was thick with tension, the reality of Laura’s revelation still settling in. I stood there, trying to process everything I’d just seen and heard, when suddenly, Wade broke the silence in the most Wade-like way possible.

“Well, who wants cake?” he blurted out, his grin wide as if we hadn’t just witnessed something life-changing.

Vanessa turned to him, a mix of exasperation and amusement on her face. “Wade, seriously?”

“What?” Wade shrugged, unbothered. “We’ve got claws, drama, and a family reunion. Seems like the perfect time to cut into that chocolate-vanilla-sprinkle goodness.”

Logan shot him a look, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips, the tension easing just slightly. “Only you, Wade,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m just trying to keep things light. Plus, cake fixes everything, right?” Wade said, already moving toward the kitchen to grab the knife.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Yeah, Wade, sure. Let’s have some cake.”

Laura glanced at me, a hesitant smile forming on her face. “Cake sounds good,” she said softly, the tension in her shoulders starting to relax.

Just as Wade was about to hand out the first slice of cake, I quickly interjected. “Wait! We have to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ first!” I protested, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite everything.

Wade paused, holding the cake knife mid-air, and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh, fine. Let’s do the traditional thing, then.”

Vanessa chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, and Logan gave me a small nod, appreciating the effort to bring a sense of normalcy back to the room.

We all gathered around the cake, with Laura standing at the center, clearly touched by the attention. Wade, with his usual over-the-top enthusiasm, started the song off-key and louder than necessary. “Haaaaaappy Biiiiirthdaaaay to yooooou!”

The rest of us joined in, laughing as we tried to keep up with Wade’s exaggerated performance. By the time we reached the end of the song, everyone was smiling, the heaviness of the earlier conversation momentarily forgotten.

Laura looked around at all of us, a genuine smile on her face as she blew out the single candle Wade had somehow managed to find and stick in the cake at the last minute.

“There, now we can have cake,” I said, feeling a little lighter, knowing that despite everything, we were here together, celebrating Laura’s special day.

Wade wasted no time in cutting generous slices and passing them around. As we all dug in, the atmosphere in the room grew a bit more relaxed, the sweetness of the cake acting as a balm to the intensity of the evening.

As the celebration continued in the living room, I quietly slipped away to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes. The evening had been a whirlwind, and I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. Just as I was pulling on a fresh shirt, the door creaked open, and I turned to see Logan standing there, his expression heavy with guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret. “I should have told you about her, but I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see her again.”

I looked at him, taking in the pain and uncertainty in his eyes. Despite everything, I understood where he was coming from. “Logan,” I said gently, “you don’t have to be sorry for anything. You couldn’t have known this would happen.”

He took a hesitant step closer, clearly searching my face for reassurance. “I just… I didn’t want to hide anything from you, but it felt like a part of my past that was gone, like something I couldn’t bring back.”

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I get it. But now that she’s here, you have the chance to build a relationship with her. Take that opportunity, Logan. I think it would be good for her, but also for you.”

Logan sighed, a mix of relief and lingering guilt washing over him. “You really think so?”

I nodded, giving him a small, encouraging smile. “Yeah, I do. She’s been through a lot, and so have you. Maybe this is a chance for both of you to heal some old wounds.”

He looked at me, a flicker of hope in his eyes, and I could see the weight lifting from his shoulders just a bit. “Thank you, Violet. For understanding.”

I squeezed his arm gently. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nodded, his expression softening as he pulled me into a hug, holding me close. “Yeah, we are.”

For a moment, we just stood there, holding onto each other, finding comfort in the quiet strength we shared.

As Logan and I held each other, finding a brief moment of peace amidst the chaos, we suddenly heard scratching at the door. We both turned to look, and Logan let out a small sigh as he moved to open it.

The door swung open, and there she was—Wade’s dog, affectionately known as Ms. Dog Pool, wagging her tail excitedly. She immediately bolted toward me, her small paws tapping rapidly against the floor.

“What a cute little thing,” I said with a laugh, scooping her up and giving her a hug. Her soft fur and warm presence brought a smile to my face as I petted her.

Logan, however, looked less than thrilled. His expression was a mix of mild annoyance and resignation. “Of course, she had to find us,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

I glanced up at him, still holding Ms. Dog Pool close. “Oh, come on, Logan. She’s adorable,” I teased, scratching behind the dog’s ears as she snuggled into my arms.

Logan’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile, though the exasperation in his eyes didn’t entirely fade. “Yeah, yeah. Just try not to let her get too comfortable in here.”

“No promises,” I replied with a grin, kissing the top of Ms. Dog Pool’s head. She wriggled happily in my arms, completely content to be the center of attention.

Logan shook his head, but there was a softness in his expression that told me he wasn’t really upset. He just liked pretending to be grumpy.

“Yeah, yeah,” Logan replied, shaking his head but with a softened expression.

Before we could move on, Laura, who had been quietly observing, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, if you’re a mutant too, Violet, what can you do?”

I glanced at group and with a small smile, I turned my attention to Ms. Dog Pool. I raised my hand, and with a subtle flick of my wrist, purple magic began to swirl around her. Slowly, Ms. Dog Pool lifted off the ground, floating in the air, surrounded by a soft, glowing aura.

“Careful with my dog or I’ll cut you!” Wade quickly interjected, his voice half-joking but with an edge of protectiveness. He rushed over to Ms. Dog Pool, who barked softly as she floated, clearly a little confused by what was happening.

I gently lowered the dog back down, releasing the magic as she settled safely onto the floor. Wade immediately scooped her up, cradling her like a baby. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed, giving me a playful glare before turning his attention back to his dog. Ms. Dog Pool wagged her tail, barking once more as if to protest her brief airborne adventure.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head at Wade’s antics. “You’re such a softie when it comes to that dog,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

Wade shot him a mock-serious look. “Hey, she’s my best girl. Gotta keep her safe from all you crazy mutants.”

Laura, meanwhile, was watching with wide eyes, clearly impressed by what she’d just seen. “That’s… amazing,” she said softly, her gaze shifting between me and Logan. “I had no idea.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of connection with Laura as we both shared a part of ourselves with each other. “It took a lot of practice” I said modestly, but Laura shook her head.

“You do it so effortlessly,” she replied, her voice full of admiration.

Wade, still coddling Ms. Dog Pool, added with a grin, “Yeah, well, just remember—no more floating the dog, okay? She’s a ground creature.”

We all laughed, the tension of the earlier moments completely dissipating as we settled into a more comfortable and light-hearted atmosphere.

Part 10: Hide and seek

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fuegogiiirl · 2 months ago

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Four walls

Pairing: Javier Peña x Helena Sotomayor

Word count: 5.4 k

Summary: Helena gets pregnant with Javi's baby and decides to keep it a secret. When he accidentally discovers it, their relationship takes an unexpected turn.

(The story is set before the narcos meeting at Las Margaritas in Medellín).

Tags: angst, slow burn, romance, hidden feelings, pregnancy, hidden pregnancy, mentions of sex, fluff

Author's note: This is my first time writing Javier Peña and my first time posting my writing, so it really is a speacial piece to me. I've always loved Javi and Helena together and hoped we'd get to see more of them in Narcos, or at least get to read fics about the two of them. I see many people felt the same but still, there's so little about them. I'm here to change that, enjoy! xx

P.S.: English in not my native language, so pls be kind.

It's not possible. That was her first thought when she found out the week before.

This can’t be real. They had been careful. She was on the pill.

And yet, it was true, and it was the last thing Helena needed in her life: she was pregnant with Javier Peña's baby.

She knew from the start that it was different with Javier, unlike anything she had experienced before. She was used to being objectified, being tossed around and used by men, something she had learned to endure in order to survive. But with Javier, it had always been different. From the very beginning, he treated her as an equal. Everything felt so easy and before she realized it, she was in too deep.

She knew it was a dangerous game, letting herself get lost in the daydream that she might have something real with him. She knew how he was with women; his reputation echoed through the brothels of Bogotá. She was also aware that their relationship was rooted in two things: her role as his informant, and sex. Still, it had been going on for several months, which was unusual for both of them, and over time, their dynamic had shifted. She began refusing his money and staying over for the night; he started coming to her place during the day and even picking her up and giving her rides from time to time. No doubt, the sex was amazing. But there had to be more to it. Over time, he involuntarily let her see more of him – a side that contrasted with the cold, grumpy exterior the world saw - and she liked what she saw. He could be tender, holding her in his arms and stroking her back with his calloused fingers. He could be genuinely interested, asking about her life and telling her bits about his own. He could be caring, always making sure she felt good with him. He could even be worried, and although he tried to hide it, it didn’t get past her. It was there in his deep brown eyes, in the way he scanned her from head to toe whenever he saw her, searching for any sign of discomfort or injury.

She wondered if he was like this with all his girls. She had been tempted to ask Vanessa but she never did, afraid that the answer would shatter something inside her. Without knowing the truth, she could hold onto this little fantasy, keeping it alive in her heart as days in Colombia were getting harder and harder. She knew she did mean something to him, that he cared for her in his own way and even enjoyed her company.

So she shut the alarming voice in her head and locked it away in the back of her mind, letting herself enjoy this state somewhere between reality and fiction, where she gave all of herself to this man and forced herself to not think of the fact that she was most likely just another fling to him, one of a hundred others. She even went so far as to hand in a fake medical report to the brothel about a made-up chlamydia infection and disappeared for weeks. To Javier's bed. She knew it was very selfish, that she should be thinking of her son and "working" for the visa to get them out, in hopes of a better and safer life, but she couldn't help herself. She was craving to be in his arms. He always made her feel so good. He touched her in a way that was always reverent, even when he was treating her a bit rough, never causing her any pain, only delicious pleasure. He always kept her close to him, having an arm around her waist or on the small of her back, pressing soft kisses to her lips, cheeks, jaw, neck or gently stroking her hair as she fell asleep on him. It was as if he always wanted her close to him, close enough to feel her, to touch and breathe her in, something she was not familiar with from the other men she encountered during her "job". But then again, Javier was different from any other men she'd met her whole life. He made her feel like nobody else. He almost made her feel... loved.

It was a silly thing to think, anyway. And holding the medical report confirming she was pregnant, it not only felt silly, but overly irresponsible, too. She was about two months along, which aligned perfectly with the time of the faked sick leave, meaning there could possibly be only one person who could be the baby’s father: Javier Peña.

She had already been suspicious, but the ultrasound left no room for guessing: she was pregnant. She had never felt so alone, so scared, standing in front of the old hospital building, clutching the papers to her chest and letting the tears stream down her cheeks.

She knew he wouldn't want this. She knew very well he wasn't a relationship-kind-of-a-man, let alone a family man. He had told her about Lorraine, about how he left her at the altar and deep down she knew that someone who left his own fiancée on their almost wedding day would not commit to his informant, and the thought hurt her more than she was willing to admit. Plus, she already had her son, Mateo. If she couldn't imagine Javier with one kid, she sure as hell couldn't with two.

She also knew that while Javi wasn't one to do relationships, he was a man who took responsibility. She knew he was a man with a good heart who would see it as his obligation to help her in a situation that they had hurled themselves into together. She knew he would push the right buttons to get her a visa without a second thought. Had she wanted to abort the baby, he would look for a clinic where it was safe and would pay for the process. Had she wanted to keep it, he would provide financial support and make sure to get her safely to the U.S. He would make sure to take responsibility and do his obligation.

But she didn't want to be an obligation to him. She wanted to keep this baby, that she was sure about. But she couldn't bear the thought of finding a check from Javi in her mailbox every month, a sour reminder of how she and their baby were nothing but an obligation to him, something he didn't plan or want but felt the need to take care of, in his own way. She didn't want his money. She wanted all or nothing with Javier Peña, she’d realized. She wanted to be his all or his nothing.

And as her heart broke at the realization that she would never be his everything, she chose to be his nothing instead.

She decided it was best she didn't say anything about the baby. This way, at least, she would save herself from seeing his cold expression when she tells him she is pregnant with his child, from the painful conversation about how he doesn't do commitment and from whatever unexpected reaction comes out of this man at an announcement like that.

It took her a few days to compose herself, she canceled her plans and even refused to see Javier, telling him she was sick. She only went to meet up with Vanessa after she’d called her that they were going to need her the next weekend in Medellín. Helena said nothing about her pregnancy and agreed to join them for the weekend.

This was her chance. Whatever this meeting in Medellín was about, it seemed to be important. If she could get useful intel for Javier, she would demand the visa she had been long waiting for and get out of this country with her son for good. What she would do after that and where she would go, she had no idea. But it was an issue she didn't have to face right now.

Right now, she had one thing to do. She needed to see Javier for the last time before Medellín, to talk through the plan. She knew he wasn't exactly fond of sending her in and she postponed telling him about it as long as she could. Merely living in Colombia was like skating on thin ice, let alone mingling with cartel members and spying for the DEA. Javi knew this better than anyone, and while he expressed his concern, he didn't do a thing to speed up the process for her visa at the embassy. Helena knew she was good at her job, and that Javier most likely wanted her to gather more intel for him before letting her go.

Helena sighed and looked into the mirror. She had no energy to dress up and get herself pretty for him, the pregnancy giving her a hard day today, making her sick with nausea and feeling weak... not that it mattered. Not that there was a point in trying to impress him.

She grabbed her bag and her keys and brushed away a single drop of tear rolling down her cheek. She could do this. Just for one more night, she needed to pretend that everything was just as it had been before. Then she would go to Medelleín and do what she had been doing for the past couple of years for the last time, so she could get that visa. Then she would leave Colombia with Mateo and the baby... Javier's baby.

Don't. She told herself, the thought making her heart drop.

Javier's baby.

She felt another tear roll down her cheek, followed by another and another. She sank down with her back against the wall and let the tears flow.

She was gonna be late, but she couldn't care less.

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Javier stood by the window in the living room of his apartment, the scent of whiskey, burnt coffee from the morning and smoke heavy in the air. He took a drag of his cigarette, attempting to let the stress of the day wear off with each inhale and exhale, and glanced at the clock.

Helena was supposed to be at his place by eight. It was already a few minutes past eight, and he caught himself starting to worry about where she might be. It was unusual of her to be late.

Lately, she had been spending most of her nights in his apartment, a habit Javier had gotten used to way too easily. There was no amount of whiskey and smoking that could ease his stress and anxiety as much as being with her - losing himself in her scent, in her beauty, burying his face in the crook of her neck and feeling the soft skin there while he moved inside her… There was nothing that could compare to this. The thought of her being with him and not getting in bed with all those disgusting men at the brothel also made him feel better. He obviously worried about her and wanted to protect her from the horrors she already knew very well. And as a man, he couldn't bear the thought of sharing her with anyone else. He didn't want to share this woman with anyone else, even though she wasn't his.

Yet, the next weekend he would have to share her with the most evil, most sickening men of this whole country and the mere thought of it made his stomach turn. His mind replayed their conversation from last night, over and over, how she reminded him that she needed that visa and how she reluctantly told him that she was going to Medellín during the weekend with all the other girls. And no matter how much he hated the thought of sending her in, he knew this could be their golden ticket and they could both get what they wanted. She would get the visa and he would get intel that could give them a few steps ahead of the narcos. All he had to do was settle every detail with her tonight.

If he wanted to be honest with himself - which Javier wasn't often - he did it on purpose, delaying Helena's visa. She had given him intel during the months they had been seeing each other, though less and less as she started spending more of her time with him. Still, what she had provided could have been enough that, if he wanted to, he could have pulled some strings and knocked on the door of the right people at the embassy. He knew the day would eventually come when he would have to follow through with his promise to her, and he had no doubt that once she had the visa, she would do everything in her power to get herself and her son out of Colombia in the blink of an eye. And for some reason that Javier didn’t fully understand – and maybe didn’t even want to -, the thought of never seeing her again made him feel cold and empty.

It was a strange feeling for him, and an instinct rooted deep within him told him that this wasn’t how things were supposed to be... that him and Helena were never supposed to become more than transactional. That they were heading into dangerous waters where his only response should be to cut things off and run. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to tear away from her and simply never see her again. He wanted to selfishly keep her all to himself and pretend that he didn’t acknowledge how his heart beat faster whenever he saw her, how he felt faint and calm all at once when he fell asleep with her in his arms, or how she was the first thing that came to his mind as he woke from his sleep at the early hours of the morning. He pretended none of this existed in his heart, though with each passing day, it was more and more difficult. He wanted to pretend she was just another woman he was sleeping with and liked enough to spend time with, just another informant in his bed.

Except there were no other informants in his bed anymore. How could there be, when he spent all of his free evenings tangled in the sheets with her. How could there be, when she was the one he called when he felt overwhelmed with the responsibility of his job weighing down on him during the days. How could there be, when all of those other girls in Bogotá sparked no interest in him anymore, not even the slightest.

Sometimes, when he was drinking alone in his apartment, he dared to wander into those dangerous waters and absentmindedly lose himself in wondering if she felt something, too. She had to, he thought, picturing the way her deep chocolate eyes gazed at him with so much longing, adoration and vulnerability. Or the way she would curl up at his side and lay her head on his chest after they finished. Or when she held him in her arms and ran her fingers through his dark locks, listening to him complain about what an asshole everyone at the fucking embassy was. Javier was aware he possessed a charm that made women practically drool over him, but this felt different. This couldn't be just about sex. But then again, he always seemed to find an excuse to convince himself that this couldn't be real, that it would never work between them, that they weren't meant to be, that the circumstances weren’t right, that he wasn't a man made for relationships... he was a DEA agent living a dangerous life, and she was a prostitute, his informant, who was determined to leave Colombia. And that was all there was to it.

He downed his whiskey and poured himself another glass, his eyes flickering to the clock. It was quarter past eight. He was already starting to beat himself up for not offering to pick her up from her apartment as the streets were not particularly safe to walk in Bogotá, especially after dark, when there was a soft knock on the door. He let out a breath of relief and went to answer it.

Opening the door, he wasted no time pulling her into his arms, swiftly closing the door behind her and backing her up against it, his mouth on hers in an instant. This was the moment he’d been waiting for all day, this was what kept him sane amidst all the chaos. Now, he swore not even God could stop him from having her. Unless…

„Javi” she pulled away just enough to look up at him, gently but firmly pushing him away. „Not tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow at her but loosened his grip around her, giving her some space. It was unlikely of her to decline him, but now that he took his time looking her up and down, he could tell something was off. She looked pale, her eyes were glassy and the usual sass and confidence she carried were gone.

„What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evidient in his voice. He reached up with one hand to gently cup her cheek, coaxing her to meet his gaze. Sometimes even he himself was surprised by how soft he could be with her. But he couldn’t help it.

„I…I’m not feeling well. Just a bit under the weather.” she murmured, looking away from him briefly before returning her gaze, seeming nervous, as if debating whether she should say more or not.

„Just sick… like what I had last week.” she finally added. He didn’t say anything just nodded, however, the concern didn’t fade from his eyes.

„At least let me get you something” he offered as he walked her over to his brown leather couch.

„What can you get me from a kitchen that’s always empty?” she replied, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. He grunted, turning away to hide the smirk forming on his face. She knew him too well. The fridge was indeed empty except for a few bottles of beer, but he managed to find some old teabags at the back of a cupboard. He didn’t bother boiling water – hell, he didn’t even know where or if he had a kettle - , so he run hot water from the tap, filled a mug and tossed a teabag in it.

„Javier Peña making me tea? Who would have thought I’d see the day…” she teased, her mood lifting just a little as she took the mug from his hands with a small smile.

He looked at her, still feeling a bit helpless, wishing he could make her feel better and take away whatever was bothering her. He couldn’t explain it, but there was an unease in her that hadn’t been there before - a hidden anxiety that she had either hidden very well from him or that had only recently appeared. She didn’t look like someone with the flu or a virus. She looked… uncharacteristically nervous.

He wanted to ask her if something had happened that scared her or made her feel unsafe. Maybe someone had been following her around, or even worse, threathened her. Things like that weren’t uncommon in Bogotá. Or she was nervous about going to Medellín. He just wished he knew how to ask her, how to offer her comfort, but shame on him, he didn’t know any method that didn’t involve getting her in his bed and burying himself between her legs. And she clearly wasn’t in the mood for that.

„So you gonna tell me what your plan is for me?” she had caught him eyeing her and broke the silence, pulling him from his thoughts.

„Sure. Right.” he sighed and sat down next to her on the couch. As he started explaining why this weekend was important for them, he reached for a cigarette and lit it. He took a drag and exhaled, the scent slowly filling the space between them as he talked.

Helena had never been bothered by the smoke; they’d even shared cigarettes quite often on evenings like this. But now, she wrinkled her nose at the smell and was about to make a comment on his chainsmoking habits when suddenly clutched at her stomach with one hand while the other flew to cover her mouth. She forced herself to collect herself long enough to stand up and make it to his bathroom.

Now Javier was even more puzzled than before. He stood up from the couch, helplessness taking over him once again. He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table and decided to wait a little, giving her privacy to take care of herself. He heard her moving around in the bathroom and flushing the toilet, but when a few more minutes passed and she still hadn’t come out, he decided he just couldn’t bear to stand there helplessly, without at least trying to help her.

„Helena?” Javier knocked softly on the bathroom door. „Do you need anything?”

For a moment there was only silence, but then he heard her speak in a weak, low voice.

„Can you get me my meds? It’s in my bag, I left it on the couch.”

He quickly walked back to the couch, grabbed the black leather bag and opened it, rummaging through its contents, but he couldn’t find what she asked for. Frustrated, he spilled the contents of her bag on the couch; keys, wallet, a lipstick, earrings, drawings from Mateo, checks to pay, a medical report…

A medical report. He hadn’t meant to pry. He was just spilling everything out of that goddamn bag to get the medication for her as quickly as he could, but now he had seen it, and his eyes were glued to it. Glued to the medical report, with „pregnancy confirmation” reading at the top of the piece of paper that had crumbled at the corners.

Javier lifted it up and just stared, a knot forming in his stomach. It was as if his world – that was already filled the consistent presence of danger, stress and chaos, and wasn’t in need of a new layer of complication – froze. She was pregnant. His Helena was pregnant.

It can’t be. Not her. Not now.

He felt the blood drain from his face and the room started spinning around him. He didn’t register hearing her calling his name from the bathroom or walking to the living room to see what was taking him so long. When he came to, he saw her standing a few feet away, her beautiful face filled with horror, and a hand clasped over her mouth - not because of the nausea this time. She was looking at him and he knew she knew he discovered what she had been keeping from him.

„When were you going to tell me?” his voice was hoarse from the schock when he finally spoke, emotions chasing each other inside him; anger, fear, betrayal, helplessness…

„When?” he repeated more forcefully when she didn’t answer.

„I… I wasn’t.”

He couldn’t find the words to say, his expression cold as stone. He was frozen.

„It’s yours, Javi.” she whispered, her voice breaking.”The baby…it’s yours.”

He already knew. He didn’t know how, but he knew. He knew it the moment his eyes spotted the pregnancy confirmation she clearly hadn’t meant for him to see. He sanked down on the couch, burying his face in his palms, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He wasn’t prepared for this. A child. His child. Their child. What was he supposed to do with that?

He couldn’t believe she wanted to keep this from him. He knew he wasn’t the type of man to provide stability and a loving home for a family. He knew himself well enough to know he wasn’t cut out for that. Still, the thought of Helena hiding this from him, potentially for his whole life, made anger boil in him.

„Javi, please, say something…” she spoke in a low voice, desperately needing him to say whatever was on his mind, to end this heavy silence.

„How could you keep this from me?”

„I thought you wouldn’t want to know.” she replied, her eyes welling up.

„Wouldn’t want to know?” he jumped to his feet and started pacing the room that suddenly felt too so small, his voice rough with frustration. „You don’t get to decide that. Don’t you think I at least have the right to know?”

„And what would be the point of that?” she exclaimed, raising her voice and taking a step toward him. „You are all about your job and sleeping around. If you can’t commit to me, how could you commit to a baby? What do you know about raising a child? It’s not like you are part of their life when you feel like it, when you want to make time for them between your informants. It’s not like you can disappear when you get bored or scared or whatever the hell it is. You can’t suddenly change your mind and decide this is not the life you want to live, and then think you can just solve everything by sending me a fucking check every month.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now and his heart broke at her desperate monologue, each word a knife to his chest. And it hurt even more because he knew he deserved everything she threw at him. He had given her every reason to think that way about him. He could have changed that, though. He could have admitted to himself what she meant to him and what he felt for her. And he could have told her. Had he been honest with himself - and with her -, maybe she would have felt she could trust him with this, even though she knew this was not the life he planned.

What life he planned for himself, he didn’t know anymore. He had become so caught up in chasing Escobar that it seemed to be the only purpose in his life. He’d never seriously considered fatherhood, not even with Lorraine. He never really thought about it. He wasn’t strictly opposed to the idea of having kids one day, but he never seriously considered starting a family with someone, either. But suddenly, the situation had presented itself, without him asking for it. And it was something both of them were responsible for.

And while he was still upset with her, his anger toward her began to fade, replaced by an even stronger anger at himself. For not being honest with her, for not making her feel like she could trust him. A wave of guilt washed over him as he imagined how lonely and terrified she must have felt, carrying this burden alone in a word filled with danger and cruelty. He thought about all the times she was there for him, letting him find comfort in not only her body, but in her company, too. She was always there to listen to him or just hold him in silence when words felt too heavy to say… And now he wanted to be there for her, too. He didn’t want her to face this alone… He wanted to wrap her in his arms and tell her that he would be there for her, that they would get through this together.

„You can’t go to Medellín.” he blurted out finally, his voice much calmer.

„Seriously, Javier? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

„Helena- „ he started, but she interrupted him.

„Well, let me enlighten you” she snapped. „Now I’ll need to take care of not one, but two children on my own. I need that fucking visa.”

„You aren’t on your own, Helena” he said softly, taking a few steps toward her until he was close enough to touch her.

Her breath hitched as his words took her by surprise and she looked up at him, eyes filled with disbelief and hesitance. This wasn’t the answer she was expecting to hear from him. But she was listening, waiting for him to continue.

This was his chance to make things right.

„I…I know I’m not the best person to do this with, but I want you to know that you are not alone in this.” he took a breath, taking a second to steady himself in this moment of intensity. „Fuck, I don’t know how to say this right, and I know you deserve better, but I just want you to know that you are all I think about. There is none else. And you are wrong if you believe I can’t commit to you.”

The words tumbled out of him, raw and uncomposed - but finally, honest. Javier watched her gaze soften and fill with more surprise, and a hint of relief and hope. She looked so vulnerable like this, and he wanted to tell her more, say the words that were trapped on his tongue, but they wouldn’t come. Instead, he raised a finger to lift her chin, his thumb gently stroking her cheek and she let him, seeking comfort in his touch and his confession. She stepped closer to him until she could feel the warmth of his breath. The air in the dimly lit room had shifted, the tension between them slowly beginning to dissolve. Javier tentatively wrapped an arm around her waist, as if to test the waters and she responded by placing one of her small hands on his arm, feeling the muscles under the thin material of shirt.

„I’m sorry I didn’t say anything” she said after a few minutes of silence, darting her eyes away from his face. „I didn’t want you to feel forced to be part of something you never wanted.”

„No” he traced her bottom lip with his thumb „I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like you could tell me anything.”

What he did next surprised both her and himself. Gently, he placed a hand on her stomach. It was still too early for anything to show, but his trembling fingers traced it knowing the little life they had created was already there, growing. The touch was tender, laced with fear and a newfound curioustiy, mirroring the overwhelming swirl of emotions inside him. But amidst it all, he also felt something new, something he couldn’t quite put a name to. And in that quiet, intimate moment a bond formed between them – not only between him and Helena, but between him and this child whose existence had just been revealed to him so very recently.

Helena watched him, completely moved. She almost had to force herself to pull her gaze back just enough to meet his, the final question lingering in her eyes.

„Javi…” she started. „If we are going to do this, I need you to be all in. I need all of you.”

He understood what she was asking for. She was asking for what they’d both been secretly yearning for, something Javier had been afraid to admit even to himself. He could barely believe he needed an unexpected twist of fate like this to muster up his courage to face his feelings. He never thought he would ever feel ready, he still didn’t. He was still afraid he would mess it up. But he knew that he didn’t want to let her down, he wanted to be there to protect her and make her happy. And he might not have been dreaming of becoming a father, but standing there with her in that moment, it was as if suddenly all the pieces they had created together over the past few months had fallen into place.

„I meant what I said about committing to you. I want to be there for you. I… I want to be with you.” he said, looking her in the eye.

„I want to be with you, too.” a smile formed on her face.

He responded by bringing his lips to hers, sealing his promise with a kiss that said more than words could. She kissed him back and in that moment, it felt as if nothing else in the world existed - no cartels to bring down, no danger to hide from, no fear, no pain - just the two of them in each other’s arms in his quiet apartment that, for the first time, felt more than just four walls.

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souridealist · 2 months ago

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blessed be the fag and the dyke, the mutie and the leather

"Uh, I can solve this one for you right now, Reynolds Wrap. They are... smoking weed... with the candlestick... behind the dumpsters, just like every other teenagers at every high school ever. You should be proud! It's a nice normal adolescent experience." "I know smell of marijuana, Deadpool. Is not that. And they are not children anymore." He pauses. "How is candlestick involved?" "Eh, I'm sure there's a way to use some kind of candlestick as a bong. Pipe, maybe."

Colossus is worried about his protege sneaking out of the X-Mansion, and asks Wade to make sure she's okay. Spoiler alert: she's very okay. Wade/Logan, Wade & Yukio, Yukio/Negasonic Teenage Warhead. Explicit, 13,000 words. BDSM club fic with kink discovery. Dom sadist Wade, sub masochist Logan, and a tiny bit of a love letter to the queer kink community.

Commentary under the cut!

For the sake of anyone finding this, ever, I want with thorough and accurate tags, but I did get to watch my wife read the first thousand words or so with absolutely no information provided in advance, and watching her crack up as she realized what was going on was an absolute joy.

Logan absolutely clocks it the second they're through the door, by the way; it's why he's so embarrassed by Wade getting affectionately bossy with him. I love fic about Logan kind of getting to play with a new side of himself with Wade, but I also love fic about him being in and out of all the different ways the queer community has looked over the last two hundred years, and I ended up leaning on the second a bit more. And, similarly, while I'll happily read fully femdom Wade/Vanessa, we do see a lot of their sex life, and none of it involves power exchange or intentional pain; I don't see it as a part of things, for them. So, yeah, this is on the new side for Wade.

Logan just... is a masochist, like, he's wired to get a lot of good endorphins out of pain in the right contexts, but also, the world at large has mainly valued him for his ability to take pain and his ability to kill. The pain is the one he doesn't hate himself for. So he's getting that out of this emotionally, too, and he really wasn't prepared for the way that'd interact with Wade being so openly affectionate or rubbing his face in the fact that he's enjoying it. That's part of why he goes down as fast and as hard as he does. I was already pushing the limits of what I could get him to verbalize and Wade to pick up on, though, I think.

Wade's narration is, I think, pretty clear about a lot of what he's getting out of it -- plus, I mean, he is sadistic. We see him have so much fun fucking with bad guys / bad-ish guys / proooobably worse than him it's fine guys! And in his general relationships with people, he chases attention and he chases reactions, and there's a degree to which getting reactions out of people is how he tries to control out-of-control situations (best example being antagonizing Francis in the first movie, but he does it with Cassandra Nova too). So there's that too.

The original idea for this thing is covered in the first three thousand words, by the way. It all started with "it'd be really funny if Yukio did the 'hi Wade!'/'hi Yukio!' thing in the midst of various Shenaniganry, like when she'd very obviously been banging NTW somewhere inappropriate -> wait, even better: middle of a kink club -> ...well, I mean, I've put Wade and Logan in the middle of a kink club, am I really gonna leave this at a T rating?" Ten thousand additional words later.

I really hope someone else finds the stinger as funny as I do, because I love nothing like I love irony. Also I genuinely think those two would be cute.

#deadpool and wolverine #wade wilson #logan howlett #the wolverine #fanfic

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justa-smalltown-gargoyle · 29 days ago

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Daredevil Born Again Episode 8: Let's Talk About It!

Spoilers, as always.

OH MY GOD!!!! I had to take a second after this one. We are so back. Genuinely, you can see that the rewrite team took over and it was for the better. This season has been really good at parts but fallen flat at others, but genuinely as a show that was overhauled so much I think they did a really amazing job.

-Actually was kinda glad to see Dex again, which is wild, I knew from the trailer he'd be back but I kinda forgot that fact and was worried we'd never see him again due to the og showrunners. (again. what the fuck were they thinking)

-Again, the cutting back and forth between Matt and Fisk scenes is beautiful, I love the comparisons. ESPECIALLY because this is the episode that Wilson and Vanessa make amends while Matt's relationship with (reads smudged writing on hand) Meather is falling apart. Still really wish they would have given her more depth and something for us to care about, but oh well. But the hero's relationship is falling apart while the villain is thriving????? Another sign of the status quo also returning????

-Heather girl I am trying to be nice to you but you really pissed me off with how you're talking about daredevil, like I know I'm biased cuz I love seeing the devil come out but WHAT DO YOU MEAN he was only there for himself and you "saved yourself"??? I wasn't gonna bring it up before but you actually didn't need to shoot Muse and if you left well enough alone, he probably would have been alive, slurping his meals through a straw, but alive!!! And you wouldn't be feeling guilty!!!!

-Again I am biased but if my partner seemed THAT freaked about a dude I'd be like woah what did he do to you??? like idk maybe if I was in a relationship with that person I'd want to trust their judgement or idk at least hear them out! I know Matt has been really distant and self destructive lately but still. idk.

-The fact that he gave her a key and a gun. I feel like it was a test and Vanessa knew that. She knew what she had to do. I knew as soon as they entered that building Vanessa would be killing Adam, poor dude. That was wild.

-Fisk giving Brown Noser Number OneTM his own level of authority is crazy. I forget his name but you worship Fisk and its Weird. Also notice that he totally passes up a capable black woman to give it to a much younger, much less experienced, white man.

-Matt telling off that client was so messy and funny I was living for it. Matt's convo with Kirsten was amazing and I truly love how they've pieced together the old parts of this show to lead to Matt's unraveling. He's tried so, so hard. He's tried not to be a vigilante. Trust the law. And it just keeps screwing people over. It's a tragedy, it was always going to end up here.

-Fisk putting Dex into gen pop and then revealing he's been seeing Heather on the SAME DAY to get back at Matt in retaliation, JUICY.

-Matt putting it together that Foggy was working a case and got killed for it. I am so proud of him, it was a magical moment, and fuck everyone for not believing him. Also goes to show exactly how well he knew his best friend!!!! It was also good see Josie again :')

-Matt going to see Dex was crazy, that scene was amazing. Dex literally had real balls to try to BARGAIN with Matt which was crazy. Bitch you killed his best friend like what? Matt slamming his head against the table, and then knowing to do that so he could claim Dex did it was brilliant lol. Matt said fuck a second time with so much force, it was beautiful.

-When he was sitting there in the chair I was like shit shit shit, the tooth reveal was gross and equally terrifying because you knew what was coming. Dex showing up to the party was terrifying and the Daredevil franchise (I guess thats what I'd call it) has made him out to be so scary he's a like an unkillable slasher villain. A force you can't stop.

-the whole party. BB revealing she knows about Fisk and her uncle, wanting to work with the commissioner and using Daniel (omg thats his name!) Vanessa showing up in red, the Fisks looking happier than ever. The one woman, Artemis whose husband is missing or something because of Fisk???? Matt showing up and trying so hard to get to Fisk, the tension rising with Heather, the cops beating up that dude and burning his hand IN FRONT OF THE COMISSIONER was crazy, everything kept building.

The dance scene! Fisk talking to Matt because he knows he can hear, telling Vanessa not to talk about it there and Matt realizing it was Vanessa. A lot of people called that, and I'm glad the show has laid the groundwork for that reveal. Matt then confronting her about it and her making a move to run, her fear in that moment??? It made me realize how much Daredevil is a villain in their story, someone to be feared. It was just a MAGNIFICENT moment.

MATT TAKING THE BULLET FOR FISK!!! IN A VERY SIMILAR PLACE TO WHERE FOGGY GOT SHOT!!! People have pointed out that he did what he told Dex he would never do, which was defend his worst enemy!!! He's still that little kid pushing people out of the way of danger!!! I CANNOT FUNCTION IN THESE CONDITIONS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The blood spatter on Fisk's suit looking like the blood spatter on Their painting too!! I just. the rivalry. the tension, the build up. The reverting back to who they truly are. I am truly floored.

#daredevil #daredevil born again #i need you all to know I wrote this entire thing and then realized near the end the whole time i had been calling Heather “Angela”.#yeah not my finest moment #fisk #kingpin #bullseye

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moonliched · 8 months ago

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*biting you like a squeaky toy*

HELLO FRIEND I MISS YOU!! TELL ME SOME RANDOM BENEFITS FIC FACTS PLEASE

AAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAHH!! (the last thing i see before deerbot Gets Me⬇️)

hi hi hiiii🥰✨ i miss u too!

(🩵✨i'm writing the below as of chapter 16✨🩵)

✨ Sun and Moon are omnivores and cook their food, with a few exceptions. however, Moon has developed a taste for some raw foods, which Sun thinks is gross and bad manners - he doesn't like to eat his food freshly killed and still twitching😅 (he's secretly worried they'll both backslide into savagery in their mutual isolation)

✨ in chapter 16, after Eclipse dropped Meryn multiple times he fled mostly out of embarrassment and spent the rest of the night curled up somewhere quiet, cringing at himself

✨ Meryn would have found a way to quietly get back at Vanessa or treated her more harshly by now if BON-BON wasn't their friend. because he spoke about Vanessa in a dangerous way from the start, Meryn feels the need to run interference in case BON-BON accidentally exposes himself. initially they were also worried that he could genuinely harm Vanessa without understanding the gravity of it, but they trust him not to do that now

✨ Freddy speaks to BON-BON so naturally and casually that it lowers his guard. as a result, BON-BON frequently almost slips up and responds which privately really freaks him out

✨ there's an area of Sun and Moon's warm environment that has hot sand and stones, and pools of bubbling heated water fed from deep thermal vents. Moon doesn't mind a dip from time to time, but Sun absolutely loves to bask. sometimes he burrows into the warm sand and falls asleep with only the tips of his spinal fins visible

✨ Something Is Living In The Facility Vents

✨ it hasn't happened yet, but when Sun and Moon are offered bready type foods, they'll be repulsed by it because of the springy, fuzzy texture. it reminds them of fungi

✨ Chica's species of anthropomorphic aliens also has a set of teeth at the opening of the throat

✨ Meryn has fed Moon and now Sun so much food without asking for any in exchange, that Sun insists they need to return the favour. he keeps experimenting with meals and asking Moon what Meryn would like to eat, and getting annoyed that Moon has no answers other than "uhhh apple. uhhhhhh." Moon is just now realising that he has no idea what Meryn would prefer and suspects (correctly) that they've only started carrying food that he would like. he feels shamefully flustered over it

✨ out of the two, Sun is the one you need to be wary of enraging

✨ Roxy is so cold towards Vanessa because she initially didn't like her, and they had to work to earn each other's respect and friendship. so Roxy sees Vanessa's recent behaviour as a backslide into old bad habits, and feels hurt and betrayed by it

✨ during bad nights when they feel especially alone, Sun and Moon will both softly light up their fins and sing together until they fall asleep. they sleep with their tails curled together

#ask #There Are Many Benefits

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lyranova · 14 days ago

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Hello Lyra 🥰! Your summer event sounds really cool, I hope you don't mind if I drop a little request... if you already have 15, feel free to ignore. So, knowing me, can I ask for Nozel x Vanessa going to the beach, drinking a soda, lounging at their hotel and getting some seashells? Thank you 🥰

Hiya Vilandel, I hope you’re doing well 🥰! Ofc i don’t mind, actually your request was one of the first i got, so no worries 😁! And of course you may, I’ll admit it’s been a while since I’ve written for Nozessa so I’m a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy! (Also i must give @loosesodamarble credit for part of this since she came up with a silly headcanon based off a line in this 😂)

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: None

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“ Okay, you can open your eyes now!”

Nozel quietly sighed before slowly opening his eyes, he already knew where they were without even looking:

“ The beach, you brought me to the beach?” He asked with a slightly confused frown.

He watched as Vanessa smiled playfully and nodded.

“ I did,” She confirmed before stretching her arms above her head. “ I thought you could use some beachside R&R after the last few weeks.”

He wouldn’t deny that he had been a lot busier lately due to Julius being missing and being a top contender to be the next Wizard King, but he hadn’t realized that it had gotten so hectic that his girlfriend felt the need to ‘kidnap’ him for some ‘beachside R&R’.

However, he didn’t say anything in response, he just kind of stood there with a pout.

“ What’s wrong? I thought you liked the beach.” Vanessa said with a bit of a confused frown.

Nozel turned to her with an even more confused look.

“ Who told you that?”

“ Noelle. She told me to bring you to Raque because you love the beach.”

He blinked at her for a moment, of course his youngest sister would be the one to suggest it…

“ I…don’t like the beach.” Nozel admitted as he looked away from her.

Vanessa stared at him with wide eyes.

“ You don’t?” She asked, and when he shook his head she frowned again. “ Why not?”

“ Because it’s hot, the sand is gritty and annoying, and all of the…nudity.”

“ The nudity?”

Nozel nodded, and his head suddenly snapped in her direction when he began to hear her stifle her giggles.

“ What, have you only ever been to a nude beach or something?” She asked after having regained her composure.

He stared at her, his confusion bubbling to the surface again.

“ A nude beach?” He asked, and she nodded.

“ Yeah, it’s a specific beach where swimsuits aren’t required, I’ve even been to a few before.” Vanessa replied as she crossed her arms lazily.

Nozel blinked a few times as his facial expression went from confused to surprised.

“ You mean not all beaches are like that?!”

It was Vanessa’s turn to be surprised and slightly confused.

“ Um, no?”

“ Oh…” And with that, Nozel’s face turned bright red from embarrassment, and that was when Vanessa lost her entire composure.

Just the thought of Nozel being at a nude beach amused her, but him thinking that all beaches were like that tickled her even more!

No wonder he didn’t like the nudity at beaches!

Vanessa reached out, linked their arms together, and began to drag him down the street towards a swimsuit shop.

“ C’mon, let’s get you a swimsuit and take you to a… less nude beach.” She told him with a chuckle.

She heard Nozel grumble behind her, but ignored it and led him into the shop.

For the next hour and a half Vanessa made him try on multiple different types of swim trunks, until he finally settled on a pair of silver and white shorts that reached his knees and a white, long sleeved rash-guard.

“ Do you want some socks to wear with your sandals so you don’t get sand on your feet?” She asked, her tone partially teasing but also partially genuine because he had mentioned not liking the grittiness of sand.

Nozel quickly shook his head.

“ I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” He replied before clearing his throat as he subtly gestured towards his outfit. “ But what do you think?”

He watched her place a hand under her chin as she hummed.

“ I think…you look really cute!” She finally said with a warm smile, her gaze approving as she looked her boyfriend up and down.

Nozel smiled a bit at her words, happy to hear that she liked his outfit and that she thought he was cute.

“ What about mine? Do you like it?” Vanessa asked as she removed her swimsuit cover.

He felt his heart start to race as his face heated up as he stared at her; she was wearing a wine red, two piece swimsuit that left little to the imagination, but it was totally her style. She looked beautiful in it, and apparently he wasn’t the only one who thought so, given how the other men in the store stared at her.

He was tempted to wrap her up in his arms and use his body to obscure her from the other mens view, but he stopped himself since he didn’t want to embarrass her.

“ I…like it. You look really good in it.” Nozel told her as his gaze shifted away slightly.

Vanessa smirked, knowing full well that what he meant was that she looked really, really good in her swimsuit.

She walked over to him, ripped off the price tags, and proceeded to walk over to the cashier to pay for their swimsuits.

As she stood at the counter her smirk widened; Nozel had secretly moved to stand behind her, using his body to try and hide her’s from the other men in the store.

“ Aw, he’s so cute when he’s jealous and protective.”

After the couple left the store they immediately headed for the beach, where the two walked along the shore and talked about the latest missions they had been on, how their squads were doing, and other such things.

As they walked, Vanessa noticed that Nozel kept staring at the sand when she wasn’t speaking, and at first she was a bit confused, but then it dawned on her: he was looking for seashells!

“ Want some help?” She suddenly asked, making his head snap up and turn in her direction.

“ What?”

“ Looking for seashells, do you want some help?” She repeated, a warm smile appearing on her face as she looked at him.

Nozel blinked in surprise before nodding, and they began to look for seashells together.

However, every time Vanessa picked one up and showed it to him he would just shake his head; it happened over and over again, until eventually she began to grow annoyed with him.

He’s even picky with seashells!

“ Is there a particular one you’re looking for, or…?” She trailed off as she turned around to face him, and when she did she saw him crouched down on the ground.

“ I was looking for a matching set.” He explained as he began to dig something up out of the sand.

“ A matching set? Why?” Vanessa repeated with a frown as he stood back up and began to walk over to her with something in his hands.

“ Because…there was an old tale my mother used to tell me when I was young; it said that if you find a matching set of seashells, and you give one to your lover while keeping one for yourself then you’ll be together forever and you’ll be able to weather any storm that comes your way.” He explained as he opened his hand to reveal a pair of matching seashells.

Vanessa felt her heart fill with warmth at his story and at seeing the shells in his hand; it meant so much to her that he would tell her this story, and it meant even more that he wanted to give her the other shell.

“ Nozel…” She trailed off as he placed it into the palm over her hand, her words failing her as she stared down at the precious item.

“ It’s just a story, but I thought since we’re at the beach…it couldn’t hurt to look.” He muttered, his eyes shifting away from her in embarrassment.

It was silly, very silly, but he just…couldn’t help himself.

Vanessa walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a sweet and tender kiss, which Nozel gladly reciprocated.

When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against his and smiled.

“ Thank you, Nozel, I love it.”

Nozel smiled softly, and wrapped his arms gently around her waist.

“ I should be the one thanking you,” He told her. “ For choosing me, for being with me, for loving me and all of my flaws.”

Vanessa’s smile widened slightly before she leaned forward and kissed him again.

“ Likewise.”

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #vilandel #my lovely mutuals #black clover #black clover fanfiction #nozel x vanessa #vanessa x nozel #nozessa #vanzel #nozel silva #vanessa enoteca #lyra’s summer event

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puppiesareperfect · 9 months ago

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I would love your thoughts on Vanessa-2.

As well as how Vanessa’s relationship with her father in each demensson affects his goodness level b

Somehow I just saw this ask but yes!! I'd love to talk about this. Some of this is headcanoning considering we barely got to see 2nd dimension Vanessa. Also this will probably be long because I have much to ramble about (it is the English major in me lol)

But let's look at what we do see of her:

-In the first movie, there is a brief scene where she mentions 2D-Doofenshmirtz banishing one her boyfriends

-In Tales from The Resistance, she helps her parents escape after being cornered by the resistance and also reveals she un-banished a boyfriend or friend.

So there's a couple things this implies. The first is pretty important for her relationship with Doof in this dimension. 2D-Doofenshmirtz is far more controlling over Vanessa than "our" Doof. Obviously there are some episodes where 1D-Doofenshmirtz disapproves of who Vanessa is dating. But the thing is: the Doofenshmirtz we know would never even think to interfere with his daughter's relationships. It's also worth noting that for 1D-Doof, his feelings are based on concern rather than control. He doesn't disapprove because he wants to control his daughter's life, but because he has a genuine worry that the boy Vanessa is with may not being treating her with the respect she deserves. And he ends up being right about this, leading Vanessa to date Monty who she forms a great relationship with.

But what about Vanessa's perspective on all this, in both dimensions? Well, in the 1st dimension, Vanessa & Doof's discussion about her former bf is actually pretty loving. It comes up because Doof notices Vanessa is upset, leading them to talk. While Doofenshmirtz does say he's unsure of the "bad boy" types Vanessa dates, at no point does he get mad or ask her to break up with her boyfriend. Hell, Vanessa's response to his comment is to hug him and remind Doof that he is also evil. For a disagreement, it's a pretty loving moment between the two. To me it’s pretty clear Vanessa’s reaction comes from the fact she trusts her dad. She knows that even though he disagrees with her, he’s not going to punish her or get angry. She also tries to make him understand her POV, which kind of implies she knows she can have open discussions with her father. That’s pretty important. With 2D-Vanessa it’s different. She confronts 2D-Doofenshmirtz about her boyfriend’s banishment, but she’s almost immediately dismissed by him. I also remember her sounding somewhat exasperated about the whole ordeal. It’s like this is something she has to deal with often. She’s tired of it.

2D-Vanessa probably has a complicated dynamic with her family. She helps them escape and Charlene at least doesn't seem to mind the idea of Vanessa having boyfriends. We don't really know much about what it's like with her & Doof aside from what I've listed. My guess is that either he's a lot more focused on work than 1st-D Doofensmirtz and does not put as much time aside for birthdays/trips/Vanessa's interests as the Doofensmirtz we know. In other words it's possible he's distant. It could also be that he handles everything in her life like he does her boyfriends. She gets a bad grade in school? The teacher is fed to a monster. It's her birthday? He orders every person in the tri-state area to attend or else they will be fed to monsters. She needs new clothes? He forces people to make them for her. Basically everything he does that he claims is supportive involves doing evil stuff. And a lot of it is, again, based on control (either of Vanessa or the situations she finds herself in). The thing I can't see is him just...being a dad the way he is in the first dimension. Aside from Charlene he also has like...no connections with other people in this dimension. He seems to forget that the Normbots have personalities half the time, just kind of sending them to do tasks. He never really has conversations with them. He brainwashed Perry and kind of just uses him like a solider or guard. We don't really see any of the other love muffin people.

Either way, if 2D-Vanessa comes back I'd love to see the show explore her feelings on...everything. Considering she helped her parents escape, she probably at least think she wants to be evil. I could see her realizing that she doesn't actually like the evil stuff, and has just kind of been expected to do it. (Kind of like a parallel to 2D-Candace ahaha). Could also have her reflect on how she feels towards her parents. Her current design is really similar to normal Vanessa, but maybe she could get a new look as she figures herself out? I kind of wonder if she would want to wear more color than what we're used to, considering how grey Doofensmirtz forced the world to be. Probably nothing super bright but maybe dark blues? A subtle streak of some color in her hair? Who knows. It would also be nice to see her reconnect with more old friends who were banished. Speaking of friends, what's her dynamic with Perry? I like to think they were bros before all of this and also get to reconnect. I think all of this would be more interesting than her also being evil. We already had that twist with Charlene--let there be ONE good member of the Doofensmirtz family in this dimension. Also there's so so much potential there.

#phineas and ferb #ask #vanessa doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #across the second dimension #analysis #sorry for my yapping

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hypequeenves · 1 year ago

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NEW TO THE BLOG? READ ME!

Enchantée, my loves! Welcome to the blog! <3

Just to let you know that this is a story based blog, with an alternative style of story telling. The plot is revealed mostly through the lens of different types of technology. From Sinstagram posts to security camera footage, this Hellaverse AU centres around my OC Vesper:

Vesper is a popular popstar and sinner operating within the Pride Ring. She is soul contracted to Vox, and was designed around the idea of a 'hypeman' for the Vees. Her outfit is loosely based around a cheerleader, and her abilities are based off a Siren.

The story is told through a bunch of different mediums - mostly images, but I do have some audio files on here along with some music! I did not expect to be writing music for this, but here we are! So if you'd like to stick around, I'd scroll right to the bottom of the blog and explore the story! SPOILERS BELOW - If you haven't looked through the posts thus far and don't want to be spoiled, come back after!

THE PLOT THUS FAR:

(I didn't just wanna write the plot point blank, so I wrote it like POV: Your at a movie night and your best friend is telling you the plot to the prequel movie so you have *context*)

We're diving into the wild world of Vanessa LaBlanc, this mega-popstar who goes by the stage name Vesper in the Pride Ring. But here's the kicker: her climb to stardom? It's only been about seven years! Insane, right?

So, her smash hit 'The Devil You Know' rockets to the top of 'Hell's Hottest Hits'. It's like her big breakout moment, and suddenly, everyone's got their eyes on her.

But here's where it gets interesting: turns out, she's been hanging out at the Hazbin Hotel, but not just for kicks. Nope, she's on this super-secret spy mission, keeping tabs on things. And her deal with Vox? Let's just say their whole working relationship is one big question mark.

Then there's this whole issue about her being under some soul contract with Vox, so it's not all rainbows and sunshine. But Charlie, being the sweetheart she is, rallies everyone to support Vesper at this major award ceremony, and guess what? She totally wins and takes home the prize!

But after that, Vesper goes MIA, ghosting everyone's texts and calls. Finally, when she resurfaces, it's because she's been tied up shooting some ad campaign. Turns out, her and Vox had this major fallout over the ad's ethics.

And get this: the product of the ad? Love Potions! Vesper's kinda backed into a corner she doesn't think its right - but Vox makes her do it anyway! You can see the strain it puts on her and Vox's relationship. It's messy, to say the least.

Then there's this whole backstory between Vesper and Angel Dust, like they used to hate each other and Valentino admits to being the reason behind it. But now that she's staying at the Hotel, they seem to have made up! Val's flipping out, convinced Vesper's up to something, but Vox is tells Val to calm down, because 'it's not like before' that she's 'under contract now'.

Things really hit the fan when Vesper and Vox have this big blow up over some news article about her going public with staying at the Hazbin Hotel. But in the middle of all the drama, you can see there's this genuine care between them, buried beneath all the chaos.

And then there's the bombshell about Vesper's new album, 'Absolution', which Vox drops on her out of nowhere. She's not thrilled, especially when she finds out the album cover's shot in Val's flooded studio, and she has a deep-rooted fear of water.

Things get tense between Vesper and Angel, too. He's worried sick about her, but she's not having any of it. And then after the album shoot, her relationship with Vox starts unravelling big time.

And that's pretty much it thus far!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hellaverse #oc #hazbin hotel fanart #the vees #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fandom

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starstruckodysseys · 2 months ago

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three strikes, and… —

completed, microfic/drabble/idk i can’t count

Jenny tilts her head, then laughs, covering her mouth as she shakes her head. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot you’re new. It’s the one in the very corner back there.”

She comes up behind Kirsten, rests a hand on her shoulder and points the other down at the pins. It’s probably very informative. Unfortunately, Kirsten’s brain has left her body and ascended to heaven, so she’ll never know.

“Oh,” Kirsten says. “Yeah. Fuck that one.”

(or: the bowling fic i got lovingly bullied into writing)

read right here :]

Kirsten stares at the pins collected in the right corner of the lane like they’ve personally wronged her. It wouldn’t even be that big of a deal if she hadn’t been leaving up the same goddamn pins all practice. Not even all of them — just that one, in the very corner, staying up every time she thinks she has a strike like it’s mocking her.

She groans, trekking over to the ball return like a walk of shame. Behind her, Jenny sucks in a breath through her teeth.

“Ten pin getting you?” she asks, suddenly very close to Kirsten.

Kirsten turns around, stares dumbly at her for a moment. “Um. Sure?”

Jenny tilts her head, then laughs, covering her mouth as she shakes her head. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot you’re new. It’s the one in the very corner back there.”

“Oh,” Kirsten says. “Yeah. Fuck that one.”

Jenny laughs again, more of a squawk this time, and Kirsten flushes at the realization of what she said until it occurs to her that Jenny’s genuinely laughing, and she grins.

“Okay,” Jenny says. “So. What you’re gonna want to do is— well, what you’d ideally do is use a spare ball, but you don’t have one of those, which is fine because you throw a house ball anyway, so. All good.”

These are words, surely. Kirsten’s heard most of them before, even. She blinks.

Something in her eyes must show she’s buffering, because Jenny sighs, but more in a way that’s exasperated with herself than Kirsten. “A spare ball is designed to throw straight, rather than curve like mine or Vanessa’s. A house ball will throw straight regardless, because of the material it’s made out of. So right now, you don’t need to worry about that.”

She takes Kirsten’s shoulders, shimmies her to the left like she’s a Mii in Wii Bowling. “Have you heard the pencil analogy?” Kirsten shakes her head — it’s only been a week. Jenny nods thoughtfully. “Okay. So. Imagine a pencil. If you tilt it, it’ll be at an angle, with the front and back in opposite directions. So if you want the ball to go to the right, you move to the left, and vice versa. So for the ten pin, you want to hit all the way to the right, so you want to move all the way to the left.”

Eagerly, she taps her foot at the gutter, then gestures to the lane. “Ideally, you want to aim for the middle arrow when you throw, to make a straight diagonal line to the pins.”

“…Right,” Kirsten says, definitely sure she can do that.

Jenny steps back, a bright grin on her face. “No one nails it the first time, I promise. You’re all good.”

Kirsten tucks away the thought that Jenny — team captain Jenny, fifth spot anchor Jenny, bowled a 200 in the second game of the season Jenny — probably nailed it the first time. It means more if she hadn’t, if Kirsten isn’t the only one to fuck up around here.

She takes a breath. Holds the ball up. Steps forward — one, two, three, four, five — and throws.

The ball falls on the lane with a thud, rolling and rolling, and it’s not a straight line, but it is a line. Slowly, eventually, it reaches the corner — without even falling into the gutter! — knocking over two of the three pins with an anticlimactic sound. It’s not all of them, but her dearly detested ten pin has fallen, and she beams.

She watches the pinsetter reset the lane, steps back and blinks up at the scoreboard, only to find that it’s her turn again. When she looks down at Jenny, the other girl just shrugs, steps forward.

“Figured we could work on your strike ball,” she says, a glint in her eye.

Kirsten’s down for that, of course — anything to stop bowling straight 70s. The repercussions don’t hit her until Jenny’s breath is hitting her ear, her hands covering Kirsten’s as she explains ball rotation and oil patterns and then backtracks all of it because Kirsten’s been bowling for a week and still uses a house ball. She almost says it like an insult, but she seems to have a distaste for the ball more than Kirsten herself. Kirsten resolves to figure out how to get a new ball, a proper ball, if only to wipe that look off Jenny’s face.

It takes a few tries, but she manages to stop throwing into the corners, centering her shot and narrowing in on the pocket, whatever that means. Kirsten isn’t entirely sure she retains the entire lesson, but she gets it enough for the moment. Enough to hit a strike, eventually, a moment shocking enough that she just stares at it for a while, processing as her brain reboots entirely.

It’s all worth it for the sunny grin on Jenny’s face as she high fives Kirsten with a sound that echoes throughout the bowling alley.

#agh. my girlies #play it by ear #pibe fanfic #kirsjen #reese’s fics

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austinslounge · 5 months ago

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I must confess that I'm a little worried about what might happen these days. Kaia hasn't shown up and there's a good chance she's with Austin, but what really worries me is the reaction we're going to have if we see them together again, since many of them have already left the fandom just because of the Deuxmoi rumor and if we see something really bad it will be worse. I don't judge those who left because I don't know how much I can hold on if it's confirmed that they're still dating.

It's a shame that Austin is with a woman like her, who turns off all the good we can find in him, but lately Kaia has brought out her worst version and for me everything I can feel about Austin turns off when I analyze everything that's happened and the type of woman that accompanies him at this moment (if they're still together).

I know that if it's not now they'll end up the same way, but all the energy we've put into their relationship this year is exhausting and Austin will end up having only the shippers as fans and it hurts me.

I think part of us as fans healing from all of this relationship nonsense is not trying to overthink things or predict too much stuff when it comes to Austin and Kaia.

I really think that the less we give her and their dysfunctional relationship attention, the less unbearable it will be. 😊

I really wish the fandom could go back to 2022, where we knew he was dating her, but most of us were like, "meh.... so what".

We basically ignored her, and their weird whatever back then, and I actually think it was healthier for the fandom.

I don't blame fans for leaving the fandom either (sometimes you just have to do what you have to do!), but please keep in mind that relationships in Hollywood come and go. Most do not last forever. In fact, I'd say that 80-90% of relationships and romances in Hollywood do not last.

While Austin being attached to the Gerber Baby is a huge turn-off, I think fans need to give Austin some grace, and realize what this "relationship" more than likely is: An arrangement to boost her career and clout in Hollywood.

And right now, she's digging her own grave before her career has even really had a real chance to lift off the ground. 😄 Believe me, this relationship does not look genuine, and it will not last.

Just look at the facts ladies: We've seen Austin in a GENUINE, serious, long-term relationship before, and that was with Vanessa. We've also seen Austin in a genuine fling before, and that was with Lily Rose Depp.

We know what he looks like when he's actually in love and in a real relationship. The evidence is right there for all of us to see.

What he has with KG does not look genuine or even happy at all. Ladies, that should be a clue. Maybe the relationship is genuine? But even if it is, he doesn't look happy in it, and honestly, now days, neither does she!

Yes, it's disappointing that we have to endure all of this craziness, but sometimes, that's how things are in Hollywood. They are not the first, and they certainly won't be the last.

Do whatever you need to do in order to maintain your mental and emotional well-being. If that means taking breaks from the fandom, or getting rid of social media, muting certain names, phrases, or topics, then so be it! 💜 You have to do what you have to do.

But Austin is a great person and a fine actor, and he will have multiple relationships over his lifetime, just like many actors before him. 🥰 KG is just a moment in time.

I think when we look at the big picture, we can relax, and not worry so much.

Idk if this helped you to feel any better Anon, but hang in there! 💕

#asks #sorry for the thesis!

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DR:OS - CH1 Part 1 First Impressions

Everyone stop the presses, peak just dropped!!! You all know what that means, I get to freak out over DROS’ awesomeness for a few hundred words! Here are my first impressions, as always don’t expect anything too cohesive or deep insight ‘cuz these are just initial reactions :)

CWs for CH1 (I haven’t read them because I don’t need them, but it’s still awesome they’re listed here :D)

“[Ellis’ Thoughts] Though I’m always down for some pillow talk…” Bro it’s the first line how are we sus immediately :v

“I wonder if, once I win, the staff here would let me use the facilities to host [a party], even if just for a day. Would it be too messed up to host something like that in a place where people I knew died…?

Eh, it’s not like people don’t die in regular houses and hotels, too.” Genuinely what is wrong with him I love it.

“Antonia: [This place] feels just like any other place I’d work.” Hi Antonia! Glad to see you’re still seemingly unbothered by this whole thing! Hopefully you’re not pulling a Celeste! :D

“Not me, though. I’m way too cool for employment.

Noah: I don’t think my dad would be happy if I failed out of college…

Harper: Even if it isn’t something I’m required to do, I have commitments I’m worried about letting down. There are people to help.

Paris: Plus, I’m sure all my followers are all totally worried about me! My friends, too…” LOOOORE- Well, mostly on Noah’s and Ellis’ part, funnily enough the Paris thing came up in Bonus Scenes lol.

“Jeff: Oh, definitely. Me not showing up is definitely something that would trigger alarm bells…” Is he being sarcastic? If so, that’s funny and also kinda sad, Jeff are you good?

“Aidan: Does it matter? Whether they’re out there looking for us or not, we should do whatever we think is best. If they find us, cool; it doesn’t change anything about how we handle this. Look for a way out, play house, I don’t care. But talking about if we’re going to get rescued or not is pointless.” Very good points! I like Aidan :)

“Kennedy: We should be talking about something important! Like the very real chance that there’s a mastermind among us…” BRO. I guess they’re the Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist for a reason, but holy hell that is a conclusion to jump to xD

“Kennedy: There’s some reason why they want to be here with us! We just have to figure out why…

Noah: Or, uh, they could not be here with us…

Kennedy: I know I’m right! Plus, who’s to say it stops there? If the mastermind wants someone to stand by them and protect them, look out for each other… there could be a traitor, too…!” Holy shit she’s insane! I love him so so much xD

{Also my color scheme is failing me. Too much orange T_T}

“Vivi: This whole thing’s crazy! Who’s to say the person running it isn’t, either? Like yeah, I’m curious to know what’s happening here, but Kennedy’s right. If we want out, our best bet is finding whoever’s running this thing!” I wonder if the Vivi-Kennedy duo will be a recurring thing, given their Bonus Scene interaction on top of Vivi taking Kennedy’s obviously insane side. I really enjoy them both together so I’d be ultra down for it, though obviously also fine if they never talk to each other past this point lmao.

[Aidan FTE 1: Start] Yo, FTE already??? And Aidan’s a really cool choice, I’m really curious where this is going to go, and how it’s gonna play out with DROS’ format. I was actually expecting accirax to pick Vanessa or Grace given they’re accirax’s guesses of first deaths, but maybe she just doesn’t take that into account when picking FTEs (makes sense). Still, I like this choice :)

“Aidan: Okay…? Do whatever you want, I don’t care.

I look at him, eyebrows raised.

Ellis: Really? Anything I want? ‘Cause, I’ll have you know, I’ve been known to get up to some pretty wild stuff when left up to my own devices.” Aidan you had to have known what Ellis was gonna say to that xD

“Aidan: Aren’t you worried about the whole killing game thing?

I shrug. Do I really want to let Aidan know that I plan on surviving to the end with the power of luck? Or has he figured that out already, and simply decided to submit to his fate?

I smile.

Ellis: I’ll believe it when I see it.” I mentioned in the Bonus Scenes first impressions that I love how every character seems to always be playing mind games, and that hasn’t stopped lmao.

“Aidan: I know other people care, and I can respect that. If they care enough about something to fight for it– even if that thing is as simple as their life– I wouldn’t get in the way of that.

Ellis: You think lives are simple…?

Aidan: Caring about your life is. Isn’t that, like, basic human instinct or whatever?” What… is wrong with him? lol. Pretty interesting mindset, I can’t exactly clock if he doesn’t care about his own life or if there’s a more “complex” thing he’s fighting for. Also, shoutout the cool contrast between Aidan seeing the goal of fighting for life as something simple and not something he really cares about, opposed to Vivi’s whole Deal about trying to conquer death.

“Aidan: I really don’t care what happens with any of this. So, if other people do, good for them. For now, what I know is that I’m here. That’s all.”

“[...] Either we’ll get out of here, or we won’t. In the meantime… it doesn’t really matter.” Okay, so definitely leaning on the “doesn’t really care about his life” angle, Aidan continues to be a really intriguing guy. This seems to be the end of the first FTE, which makes sense given there’s theoretically five for each character, and he’s leaving us with more questions than answers, which is always fun in a character :D

“If he dies, then 1) I don’t die (as a victim, at least) and 2) it means I’m one step closer to busting this joint.” I once again feel compelled to note I love Ellis a lot lmao.

“Ellis: Uh… Hang on, aren’t we not allowed to leave? Like, isn’t that literally rule number one?

Grace: We haven’t seen much proof of their ability to enforce it. It’s still possible they can’t enforce regulations beyond their boundaries, and they hope to inspire us with so much fear that we won’t even attempt to do so.” Grace is smart, I like them. Also, mm allegations are probably already dispelled with this alone, so I already have a (probably) wrong guess in the Prediction Game. I’m so good at this xD

“Vanessa: This place is pretty cool, if you actually take a look around! Why do you wanna leave so fast?” Conversely, Vanessa MM allegations?!?!?!- No.

“Vanessa: People were talking about that Tragedy thing, right…? What if it’s, like, really bad out there? It could be, like, not just a Japanese thing, and if that’s the case, then this is a great place to crash!

[...]

Grace: If the world is really in shambles outside, I’d like to know what happened to those I care about. So, my focus is on finding the fastest way out of this situation possible.” Just wanted to highlight an exchange I liked :)

“Grace: We discussed this at breakfast: is there a mastermind within our number? Someone responsible for orchestrating or running the killing game, who is included in the 16 contestants?

Monoquin: Yes.” … Just like that?!!?! Okay I guess Kennedy’s a damn deity I should have never doubted him xD I just find it funny this isn’t even a game-wide announcement, it’s just a question you can ask. So Monoquin’s not saying it to grow suspicion (else he’d say it to everyone), but he’s also not protecting the safety of the mm by lying about their presence within the cast. Hmmmmm… Interesting.

“Were we… buddies, before all this began?” Someone knows the common Dangan twists lmao xD

“Ellis: Isn’t it… kinda rude to your mastermind buddy to just be revealing all the deets like this?” Well, at least Ellis also thinks it’s odd :p

“Grace: And… the traitor? Was that true, too?

Monoquin: That is information I cannot divulge.

Jeff: Why’s the mastermind here, anyways? Couldn’t they just… leave? Watch the killing game or whatever from outside?

Monoquin: That is information I cannot divulge.” Hmm… Is there a reason the mm would have to run the game from inside? Or not and they really just chose to be here? Curious, very curious…

“Grace: …Vanessa, you do recognize that this means we do need to worry about the mastermind, don’t you?

Vanessa: Uh, I mean, we don’t have to–” Hey Vanessa the MM allegations thing was supposed to be a joke xD

{The fucking color coding broke down again already, this time with green, how did this happen???}

“Ellis: Ah, looks like I knew a ditcher, too! See ya.” Pfft-

“I mean, how am I supposed to flirt shamelessly if I know one of these cuties is the one behind our imprisonment? It was bad enough when I knew they all had daggers behind their backs, but now it’s like one of them has their finger on the nuclear launch button!” Bro we have ZERO trust-

Also I love Ellis’ mm reasoning, she sounds as crazy as me!

“Villains can be hot, anyways!” Just. Zero words. Holy hell.

“Davis: Basically, people find me attractive and overwhelmingly want whatever it is they want from me. Whether it’s a relationship, or sex, or anything else– however much they could ever want it from someone, they want it from me. [...] If someone could never be attracted to someone like me– gender, age, that kind of thing– it doesn’t seem to do anything. [...] No, it’s just for romantic or sexual desires, from what I can tell.” Pretty interesting Deal Davis’ got going on. Ultimate Bachelor is a hell of a talent apparently :p

“Aidan: I don’t think I’ve felt that way.

Davis: Are you attracted to men?

Aidan: Yeah?

Davis: …Trans men?

Aidan: Sure?

Davis: …???

Ellis: Huh. That’s what happens when “Ultimate Contrarian” and “Ultimate Bachelor” collide, I guess.” What in the rock -paper-scissors ass talent bullshit is going on here??? I’m curious to see if Davis’ feelings about this will be explored further, whatever form that might take. Also Davis being trans is cool, we got some more LOOOORE-

{Now pink gave me issues?!?!?! Please my color coding-}

“Robert: These cookies are dangerous!

[...]

Robert: Well, this is some really high-quality stuff!” Robert is in another world entirely, love it.

“But, then, how could this killing game– apparently, the sixth of its kind– have found such actually notable people to participate in it? [...] Could this have something to do with the Tragedy that Paris and Vanessa have brought up before? The one that started in Japan? Or is this our own, home-brewed predicament, straight from the land of the free and the home of the brave? Either option seems ridiculous.” I love how Ellis just never seems to stop thinking about the Overarching plot lmao.

“Mastermind, schmastermind…” Pfft-

“Kennedy: Ha! See? I told you all there was a mastermind!” PFFFT-

“Kennedy: There are plenty of things we can use to figure it out. For example, if there is a mastermind and a traitor… Harper and Noah! You two knew each other before the game, right?” She’s locking in immediately, he’s even crazier than I thought he’d be and it’s awesome.

“Kennedy: Or, Antonia and Ellis! They’re both casino people, right?” What did I say about the talent bringing MM accusations?!?! Kennedy sounds exactly like a Tumblr theorist (/affectionate) it’s actually incredible xD

“Vanessa: I thought it’d be fun if we all had to show off a talent that doesn’t relate to our Ultimate talent!” Ooh, that’s a really fun idea! Is that why Vanessa was featured Like That in the CH1 announcement? Really cool! Can’t wait to see how horribly wrong this goes :D Then again, it could go right if it’s that early in the chapter, which would be awesome, I actually kinda really wanna see this.

“Paris: Slay~” Aight Paris you gotta- you gotta stop saying that word. You can’t be bringing the Weeby Newz curse into this lmao

“Ellis: Are you sure you all can handle my immense talents?

Vanessa: Give me whatever you’ve got! I’ll be judging, so don’t hold back~!

She winks.” Sorry what

“Grace: Isn’t this a waste of time?” Do I need to keep a counter of how many times Grace says this? Lmao.

“Jeff: Do I have to…?” Mood.

“I already know that my “talent” is gonna lead to tons of fun.” I am suddenly extremely worried about what Ellis is planning to do 0_o

Also I feel an FTE coming…?

[Jeff FTE 1: Start] Ooh… Not a choice I expected at all, but one I welcome wholeheartedly!

“Jeff: Might not even show up.

I stick my tongue out at them.

Ellis: Cheater. You know you’re not supposed to use your talents.” Ellis is hilarious lol.

“Ellis: But you don’t know exactly what about it is bad, then?

Other than, you know… the death? That seems a little too obvious to ignore, even if I’ve been trying.

Jeff: Nah. I never know exactly what it is, but I always get a feeling when it’s time to leave. And then, I leave, no questions asked.

Ellis: What an odd skill.” I’m inclined to agree with Ellis on this one. I wonder if we’ll get examples of stuff the Ultimate Absentee has avoided at some point.

“Jeff: If the weird rules of this place weren’t keeping me here, I’d already be cruising out on a private jet.” ??? Of all the people to be able to afford that, for some reason I never figured Jeff as one of them.

“If ominous foreshadowing was a talent, maybe Jeff could be the master of that as well.” Yeah lmao.

“Vanessa: Following the order of our lovely e-Handbook, first up, we have Jeff Breeze!” Btw thanks Venus for pointing out this order is just alphabetical through last name (aside from Mark who seems to be between Love and Mitchell because of their provisional name), it would have taken me an embarrassing amount of time to figure it out myself otherwise lol.

The entire Jeff “performance” was hilarious btw, holy hell they’re all awesome xD

“Antonia: I… must admit, it’s a bit embarrassing, but… the skill I’m here to present today is juggling.” … ???

Of all the things to expect xD I love her.

“Antonia: My younger sister was quite a handful sometimes, so my parents would often ask me to entertain her. This was something that could keep her amazed for an hour, if I was lucky.” Wooow, Antonia lore :D That’s really sweet!

“Paris: Hey everyone! Today, I’ll be dancing to Toxic by Britney Spears~.” She’s great too actually.

“Paris winks with a dazzling smile. How “real” any of it is is less clear.” ??? Remember that thing I said about mind games? Yeah that lol.

“He grabs a clarinet (already assembled) from beside him and gets on stage– I guess he was prepared to perform, despite his grumbling? His ears are bright red.

Aidan: Here’s a song, or something…” Tsun-tsun! xD

“Taylor somewhat nervously gets on stage, setting up music similarly to how Paris did. When it starts, though, Taylor’s demeanor immediately shifts, and they begin to lip sync Born This Way by Lady Gaga perfectly, getting the timing and gestures spot on.” Lovely :D

“Vanessa: Impressive, yeah! However, it’s also kinda cheating? From what I can tell, you were just doing your best impression of the singer! Even if it wasn’t vocal, isn’t that true?” That’s what I was thinking, too. I wonder if Taylor just didn’t realize, or if they feel impressions are the only thing they’re good at, hmm… For later ig.

“Davis: Hey everyone. I’m going to be singing Mine by Taylor Swift.” Lots of musical “surrogate talents”, I like it!

“Kennedy: How is it that you grip everyone’s attention like that…?

Davis: It’s… really not anything that I do. It just happens.” Bro.

“Mark: Uh… I’m really sorry, but I don’t have anything.” Yeah tracks.

“Vivi: I have a lot of cool science tricks that I can show you guys! All medicine is founded in other branches of science, right?” YEAH let’s go!

“Vivi: Well, for starters, I was gonna show you guys this cool exploding bottle trick–

Vanessa: I think we’ll have to wrap yours up there!

Vivi: Wait, why? I know what I’m doing, and I promise it’s totally safe!

Vanessa: I’m sure that’s true, but um… anyways!” Aww… Well, don’t worry Vivi, they’re just jealous. Can’t handle a bad bitch winning smh.

“Vanessa: Ellis, it’s your turn!

Ellis: Aha! The moment you’ve all been waiting for~” I’m so worried.

“Ellis: Well, today, I plan to show off my real greatest talent. And that’s french kissing. Any volunteers?” Of course. Jesus Christ xD

“Vanessa: …Next contestant is Kennedy!” Once again no one can handle a bad bitch winning ig.

“Kennedy: Watch and learn.

He begins to perform a martial arts demonstration, kicking and punching in the air with decisive force.” Alright, another complete blindside, but an interesting one. I guess ‘cuz he’s paranoid about stuff?

“Kennedy: You never know what might be out there. I have to be prepared for everything. That’s why I wear these.

She shows off her hand, drawing attention to the spiked rings on her fingers.” Yeah that. Also, uh, don’t mind me…

Personal Note: Kennedy’s Spiked Rings. Kennedy wears spiked rings on her fingers.

Shush don’t tell venus and accirax I’m taking non-canon notes again. It’s a secret >:) (/silly)

“Aidan: Wouldn’t you only need those if your martial arts weren’t good enough? Besides–

Kennedy: It’s important to have the upper hand, no matter what. Multiple options keep your opponent on their toes!

Aidan: Your moves looked kind of amateurish, too. Have you ever actually trained, or are you just messing around?

Kennedy: Want me to demonstrate on you?” Okay I actually adore the beef these two got going on, it’s so awesome xD

“Robert: Hello, audience! Today, I’ll be reciting a poem: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost!

He begins to read it decently competently. The poem is good, but there’s nothing to get too excited about with his performance.” Yep, meeting expectations. Though uh, don’t mind me I gotta, uh, firefox a thing-

“The Road Not Taken” is an interesting poem to have Robert read. It describes a person standing before two paths which appear exactly equal, describing how they can only take one and doubting they’ll be able to take the other another day. The poem ends with the speaker revealing that, “ages” later, they’ll “tell with a sigh” that they took the road less traveled, and that it made all the difference (whether that’s good or bad is left up to interpretation).

The irony here being that, in the moment, both roads were actually observably equal, meaning the hindsight is actually deeply flawed. It expresses the common habit of humans to assign responsibility in themselves for choices that did not truly exist, as “way leads to way” per the poem. Both roads were interchangeable, especially as there were other decisions down the line which could have changed the course of the speaker’s life, but regardless they choose to blame it all on the illusory idea that they went against the majority, which they didn’t. Whether that’s to brag about a good decision or blame themselves for a bad one, the flaws in their hindsight remain the same.

Applying this to Robert is tricky, given how little we know about the characters, but there’s certainly a few connections which can be drawn. Although it’s hard to see how the hindsight angle would work for now, we can certainly try to find some correlation between Robert’s talent and the concept of “the road less traveled by.” There’s certainly a few ways we can take it, such as “Robert is scared that he’ll regret going against the majority in any decision he makes”, or a more philosophical message on the nature of normalcy. Both roads are equally traveled because it is not the decisions taken, but rather the act of choosing one which is “normal.” Some kind of take that everyone is unique, because even the act of always choosing the “majority option” is a statistically improbable path of action over the course of an entire lifetime.

Or, and what I find most likely at present, perhaps for this fangan we’re meant to take the sigh at the end as wistful, and Robert’s choice to recite this poem reveals a desire to stray from the norm, to take the road less traveled, in which his talent serves the same ironic purpose as the equality of the roads. He may wish to escape it, but his talent always guarantees that the roads he takes are the ones most traveled, and he’ll have to either make peace with that or die trying in the killing game. Though as always, very early to tell which, if any, of these interpretations are correct. Still a very interesting thing to ponder on.

…

Sorry what happened? I blacked out and four paragraphs of text appeared on the document what’s going on. Did a fangan creator compel me to analyze literature? Again? Why would they do this?

“Grace comes up next, wheeling a bike onto stage with a tube of wrapping paper tucked under their arm.” Sorry what.

“Grace: I’ve developed quite a talent for gift wrapping difficult shapes, so I thought I would show you all.” This has gotta be like. The most specific thing I’ve ever heard Grace what.

“Grace: I only learned from packaging gifts in my family’s shop. Clocks can take on plenty of strange shapes.” More lore, pretty interesting!

“Cass: Hello, everyone. Today, I’ll be showing off my logical deduction skills.

They uncap a whiteboard marker and start filling in boxes.” You know I really fuck with this surrogate talent but how is she supposed to guarantee that she hadn’t just solved it before coming to the talent show? Like I imagine she asked the staff for it because I don’t see how else this works, but the point stands that she could’ve still solved it beforehand lol.

“Vivi: Why is everything always about work with you…?

Cass: It’s important to me.” The question of the hour with Cass yeah.

I’m very curious as to what the puzzle is even supposed to look like lmao. What kind of logic puzzle even was it? We need the answers venus, the world has to know!

“Noah goes next, carrying an electric guitar with him.

Noah: Hey! I’m gonna perform a song I like.

Noah starts playing Eye of the Tiger by Survivor on his guitar, and he’s pretty good.” This got more stereotypical sentence after sentence I love it xD

“Harper: Hello, everyone. I don’t have much to do here on stage, but I can show my progress on my project.

Harper reveals a few squares of a detailed quilt in the making.” Aw, cute! I like it!

“Vanessa: I guess that makes it time to announce a winner!

There’s a winner? And they didn’t even let me compete?!” Yeah Vivi got robbed #LetViviBlowShitUp

Also kinda sad we didn’t see Vanessa’s surrogate talent, even though it makes sense ‘cuz she’s the judge. Next Q&A I’m asking her what she’d have performed if she hadn’t been judging. You know, assuming we can still ask stuff to the CH1 victim by then- what who said that. (<- ref to my prediction game post).

“Vanessa: Davis!” Yeah figures.

“Vanessa: Taylor, you could’ve won, but I decided it was a little too close to your talent. Your performance was great, though!

Taylor: Huh???

Paris: Get it, bestie!

Taylor: Huh???“ Everyone loves Taylor it’s great :)

{I swear my color coding doesn’t usually fuck up this often what is going on}

“And, I can’t deny, I probably would have voted Davis as the winner as well. He’s just so… captivating.

…Gah, curse Davis and his stupid bachelor abilities! If he doesn’t like it when people flirt with him, why did life have to make it so hard…?” Bro.

“Cass, Vivi, and Kennedy… I’m in for a wild ride.” I mean Cass is sorta normal if you ignore how insane they are about their job, but I can’t exactly defend the other two lmao.

Okay ignore me they’re all equally insane about the mastermind. I love the little conspiracy theorist trio that formed here xD

“Ellis: Isn’t the mastermind’s identity the kinda secret that we’re supposed to figure out “when the time is right” or whatever?

Kennedy: As the Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist, it’s my job to lead everyone to the heart of the truth!” I love how “trope aware” Ellis seems to act at times, and Kennedy’s determination is fun.

“Vivi: It’s just a hypothetical, right? We’re not even naming names, so it’s just harmless fun.” Vivi I feel there’s more harmless forms of fun than breeding suspicion in a killing game, but then again I guess your concept of “harmless” is supposedly pretty skewed so :p

“Ellis: Well, maybe they feel left out. It’s no fun to be picked last for mastermind kickball.

Vivi: I wonder who was picked last for the killing game…” …What the fuck are we even talking about??? xD

“Cass: I have a couple leading theories.

Kennedy: Tell me.” Man, Paris should be in the conversation, we have Kennedy asking to spill the tea in her stead lol.

“Cass: …it’s… not fitting for an agent to talk negatively about people.” Cass is never beating the “obsessed with work” allegations are they.

“Mastermind, mastermind, mastermind… is that really all anyone can think about?” You know Ellis I think it’s just these three lmao :p

I love all the mastermind pondering that Ellis is doing despite the repeated assertions that he wouldn’t, he’s got zero self awareness and that’s very fun of her I think.

Also.

“Anyone who wastes their time thinking about all the various [mastermind] possibilities is clearly just some nerd stuck in a paranoid conspiracy hell.” Lol, lmao even xD You didn’t have to call us all out like that you know! /silly

Canon Notes:

Staff Members

Customer Service Desk

Monoquin’s Hands

Killing Game Explanation

Personal Notes:

Clockmaker’s Intuition

Kennedy’s Spiked Rings

This was an awesome episode! I really loved the talent show, it was really fun and cute and it’ll be awesome to think back on it when things inevitably get worse and we wonder where it all went wrong! Lots of interesting insight into a lot of very cool characters, too, so much fun stuff! It’s great to see so many engaging dynamics forming already, I can’t wait to see more! Very excited for whatever comes next! See ya’! :D

#dros #danganronpa: one shot #vanessa bravo #jeff breeze #aidan ho #davis love #ellis ortiz #kennedy rey #robert smith #grace thomas #more or less the ones that got brought up the most? sure #liveblogging

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