#but comic them r cute too and would have their own complicated moment

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Domestic spto g-wall I like to think what if Gideon moved in with Wallace instead after Scott stopped being Wallace’s roommate and when Gideon lost everything

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Run Eric Run ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

OOOHH THIS IS GONNA BE A CUTE ONE JUST WARNING YOU THIS IS GONNA BE REEEEAL FUCKIN CUTE WOOOOOOO LET'S DO IT PEOPLE IT'S TIME FOR THE GODDAMN CUTENESS UP IN THIS SHIZZ!

TAGGING: @erik-lee-derekson @ericleederekson and @goog-ler-iplier

Eric was running. Eric was running as fast as he could. He was flushed in his cheeks as he rounded another corner, smiling a nervous smile and giggling a nervous giggle as the paps of his bare feet on wood surrounded his senses. Until, heavier footsteps came to his attention. That made him run faster you see....because Eric Derekson was being chased down by a being of immense determination, tactical ability....and implicit playfulness. Eric turned his head to glance behind him, and quickened his pace with a squeak when he saw a flash of blue. The being was gaining on him....the footsteps got faster and closer and faster and closer until-!

'Gotcha!'

Google Blue hoisted Eric into his chest with only one arm, making Eric squeal and giggle happily. The android smirked fondly at the wriggly little human in his grasp...Eric was truly the cutest specimen that he had ever encountered before. Google treated him to a little spin before setting the giggly man back on his feet. Eric looked up at Google through his spectacles as the droid looked down at Eric through his own. Google smiled.

'You are getting faster, which is rather impressive.'

Eric blushed bashfully and looked to the floor, tapping his feet softly. Yes....his feet. After the situation regarding the accident with Eric's family, and the subsequent use of cheap and badly maintained prosthetic feet for Eric, was known by all the Ipliers, Google was the first to propose the development of some proper replacements for the lost body parts. Google remembered when he had first told Eric, and when Eric had clung to him weeping with gratitude Google had decided then and there that he was going to make it his primary objective never to see such tears rolling down the cheeks of Eric Derekson. Thus, Google had somewhat become the affectionate surrogate-uncle to Eric, which I think we can all agree is pretty damn precious.

'R-Really?'

Eric stuttered with his bashfulness as he looked back up at the smart, intelligent droid. Eric thought he was just beyond cool, and he wanted to be as clever as him one day...or at least, as clever as his human brain could be in comparison to his android-ness. Google smiled.

'Definitely. Come, let us run diagnostics.'

Eric couldn't keep the happy smile from his face as Google led him to the nearby couch, wherein Google sat so that Eric could lie down and prop his feet up on the droid's lap. Google rolled up Eric's sweatpants to reveal where the prosthetics connected to Eric's legs. The prosthetics essentially were to replace Eric's feet, ankles, and the lower thirds of his shins, which did somewhat present a challenge since the prosthetics wouldn't be starting at a joint, but Google oh so enjoyed a challenge. After cultivating material synthesised from Eric's DNA and Google's own synthetic flesh, he created a flesh that Eric's body would accept when it was connected to him.

The prosthetics were connected via fields of enhanced kinetic energy, so no extra surgery was required to attach them, and so that any discomforts of rubbing or damage to the ends of Eric's legs could be avoided. Eric was in awe of them....they looked like his real feet. On top of that....he could feel them too, courtesy of....some advanced nerve relay technology that was complicated as hell. Eric smiled as Google picked them up, getting Eric to point and rotate and wiggle them every which way as the familiar queries came through.

'Any discomfort in the connection to your shins?'

'Nope!'

'Any numbness, pain, or unprompted cramps?'

'Nope!'

'Mobility is still unrestricted?'

'Darn righty!'

Google rolled his eyes fondly at Eric, who was giggling....a lot. He couldn't help it! This entire scenario just made him giddy beyond belief, he was getting his feet back, his actual feet! It was INSANE! Eric was happy and entranced by his own giddy thoughts as Google went about doing a few more minor checks. He used his fingertips to exhibit little taps and flicks up Eric's soles and over his toes, just to check that the receptors were working at 100% capacity; he was expecting the littlest unconscious twitches and flinches...but he got a little more than that. 

'O-.....o-oh.....'

Eric had suddenly gasped and sat up straight, lips parted as tears suddenly seemed to spring to his eyes. Google felt a deep unease in his stomach at seeing Eric react in such a way, what had he done?!

'Eric? What happened? What is wrong? You are in the process of tearing up, you are upset...what has upset you? What degree of pain are you in Eric?!'

For the supposedly 'least emotional' of the Googles, he sure was exhibiting a hell of a lot of worry right now. That was because he WAS worried. He was worried that he'd miscalculated something and somehow caused Eric pain or discomfort, or both; the fact that Eric didn't reply straight away worried Google even more. Nevertheless, Google tried to bite back the rest of his rambling so that Eric would have a chance to reply to him. Eric, after a few moments, with tears glistening in his eyes, looked to Google and whispered.

'G-G-Google that-.....th-that t-tickled.....'

Okay, that wasn't a bad thing...or was it a bad thing? No...no, Eric was smiling, it wasn't a bad thing. Oh thank god it wasn't a bad thing. Google stayed quiet however, since he could sense that Eric had a lot more to say. Google didn't understand why someone could become so emotional so instantly from simply the realisation of ticklishness...he was about to understand though. Eric took a deep breath...he was still reeling from the sensations. Those were sensations that he hadn't felt at his feet for a long...long time.

'U-Uhm....b-b-before the a-accident....I had uhm....I had th-the most sensitive f-feet ever....I w-would get tickled on them a-all the time. I haven't felt t-ticklish there in s-so long it just....I-I'd forgotten h-how amazing it was....'

Google was the one reeling now, and if you think that saline fluid started to build up in the eyes of the most advanced, calculated, emotionless android ever just from these words...then you'd be absolutely right. Google could never fathom what it would be like to lose a limb, because re-assembling or developing a new one was so easy for him that to imagine not having a body part for the rest of your life was something that wouldn't really happen to him. Now Google was remembering...Eric was a young human person who would have always thought, since the accident, that he'd never have feet again. Google could also see now that Eric was now starting to border onto feeling more downcast emotions as evident memories of the accident started coming back. Google was not going to let that happen. He thought over Eric's words...he looked to Eric's feet, and then back to Eric with bright, inspired eyes.

'How about I remind you then? For ah...scientific purposes of course.'

Eric had been about to spiral down into a stupour of bad memories, until Google's voice penetrated through the clouds in his mind. Eric blinked a few times and looked to the droid, eyebrows furrowed a little as he tried to process what he was saying. Remind him...remind him-? No....no way he wouldn't actually-? Eric's cheeks went a bright, and thankfully happy, pink. Eric started fidgeting as he realised what Google was asking...what he wanted to do to him. What he wanted to do for him. The bashful man nodded, his feet twitching as he replied softly.

'Oho w-w-.....h-heh u-uhm....y-yeahokaysure.....'

Google's face lit up at hearing Eric agree, and he immediately set about curling an arm over Eric's feet so that they were properly secured in his lap now. Eric was already smiling. Excellent. Google's shining blue eyes roamed over Eric's feet as he let out some playful, thoughtful hums; he was strategizing his approach, his attacks. The droid began by carefully and experimentally tracing little circles over both of Eric's heels, and to Google's delight, Eric started giggling.

'Does this tickle nicely?'

Google mused in a crooning tone of voice as he glanced to Eric, who was absolutely flustered and in shock from hearing Google be so teasy. Nevertheless, he nodded amidst his stammery reply.

'Y-Y-Yeheheah....'

Google let out a strong, satisfied hum, before musing teasingly once more.

'Excellent...you should be pleased to know that from this point on, things will only tickle more and more...'

Eric let out an initial flustered splutter, before descending into a far more bouncy giggle fit as Google deftly scratched at his heels with his blunt nails. This was amazing...just amazing. Eric would have just wept if he hadn't been laughing. His eyes were wide and his face was getting pinker as he squeaked with his joyful, adorable disbelief.

'Ohohoho my gohod-ohojeheezohjeezohojeez....'

Eric was letting out little, comical puffs of air in an attempt to control his breathing and regulate his giggling. Google certainly couldn't have his little tickle subject trying to restrain himself though. The droid smirked as a spontaneous idea came to his mind, and he felt a warm spark of sadistic delight flare up in his chest as he suddenly dragged his nails up the lengths of Eric's soles. Google bore an evil sneer as he purred.

'Problem?'

Not only was Google's faked obliviousness flustering as hell, but Eric had to hide his face in his hands to try and hide from the spontaneous tickling itself! He'd let out quite the shocked squeal before trying to hide himself, giggling sweetly as he exclaimed.

'EEEK-yohohou meheanie!'

Google chuckled, amused at seeing how the obliviousness and the tickling affected Eric, and so he kept it all up.

'Whatever do you mean?'

The android's nails were dragging up and down Eric's soft, tender soles without mercy or faltering. Eric was consumed by the torrents of squeals and mad giggle fits he ended up letting out, and his eyes were wide with how the tickling felt...he remembered how it used to feel...he remembered how he loved it.

'Nahaha-EEK! Thahahat t-t-tihihickles s-sohoho bahad-EEE!'

Eric was happy, and thus Google was happy. Google was overjoyed at seeing Eric react like this, and he felt rather proud since HE was the one making Eric laugh and squeal like this.

'Really? I hadn't noticed-'

'THAT'SABIGFIB!'

Google raised his brows, letting out a surprised laugh as his purr was interrupted by Eric's flustered wail. Google adored how Eric was trying his very best to defy him...but that didn't mean that Google was going to let such incivility pass without reprimand.

'You do realise that it is remarkably rude to interrupt someone, don't you?'

Google sneered once more, before setting about holding Eric's feet together so he could scratch hard and fast at his inner arches. If you thought that Eric's squeals were high-pitched before, now they were on just another level of shrillness.

'EEEEHEHEHEE OHONOHOHO-IHI'M SAHARRY!'

Eric cried out as his giggles morphed into wild laughter, and he ended up using his forearms to try and hide his face now as his embarrassment truly reached its peak. Eric back was also sharply arched in response to the new, evil tickle torture; whilst Eric's reactions were wild however, Google remained oh so smugly calm.

'Are you really? I am not convinced...'

Google just kept scratching and scratching, endeavouring to not only give Eric all the tickling that he could possibly desire, but also to help satisfy his own need to have a human shrieking and wriggling in his evil grasp. Yeah, pffft, Google wasn't a sadist...mostly.

'PLEHEHEHEEEASE PLEASEPLEHEHEASE NAHAHA!!'

Google hummed softly, regarding Eric's begs with a teasy amount of deliberation...before momentarily stopping the movements of his fingers because, and don't repeat this, Google did somewhat care. Eric gasped into his hands before hurriedly, and embarrassedly, wiping the sweat off his face as he looked at Google through his spectacles with giddy excitement and trepidation. Google made him think of his brother's...they'd been such amazing, evil ticklers too. Google smirked, and Eric trembled, glancing to his feet as he saw Google's hands starts to move again. His fingers were oh so slowly walking up Eric's twitching feet.

'Oh Eric....you are ever so tempting when you beg like that....it makes me never want to stop...'

Google purred, to which Eric let out a flustered series of whimpers and whines...he knew Google was building up the anticipation to something truly diabolical. Eric hurried to catch his breath as he felt those soft fingertips crawling up closer and closer towards his toes, but he was already giggling from it all.

'P-P-Plehehease ohogosh-Ihi cahan't tahake the tickles!'

Eric tried to implore through his whines as he gazed at Google, and Google had to admit that he could see pleading flickers in Eric's doe-like eyes. However...he saw excitement more. Google paused his fingers, and simply chuckled.

'Unfortunately...science has no sympathy.'

Eric's eyes widened, and he just shrieked. He shrieked because of what Google had decided to do to him. Google was holding his toes steady on one foot, and was taking his sweet, sweet time to scratch the little pad of every single one of Eric's toes. It was agony, ACTUAL ticklish agony.

'AAHHHAHAHA NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES!!'

Eric was hysterical with laughter and squeals, and even the occasional scream, as his body arched sharply and writhed about on the couch. Google merely smirked.

'Oh yes the toes, no part of you can escape this....no part of you at all.'

Eric was just consumed by joy amidst all of his mirth. It tickled...it actually tickled. His feet existed again and were being tickled. It was like all the memories of them being tickled in the past were coming back and being re-enacted all at once. Eric was nearly overwhelmed with how joyful he was, and thus could only wail and wail and wail as the toes of his other foot were soon given the same treatment.

'AHAHAHAHAHHH GOHOHOOGY OHOHOHAHAHA!!'

Google may not have been able to read people's minds, but he could read people to some degree...and they amount of joy he was reading from Eric was off the scale. Google almost felt like his could see it...like he could actually see and feel the soft tendrils and waves of happiness bursting out of Eric, and coming forward to caress him and make him feel the same joy. That was what it felt, yes felt, like for Google anyway.

'Has little Eric reached his breaking point?'

Google then softly purred, because as much as he was enjoying reducing Eric to this mad mess, he cared for him and wanted him to always be within the parameters of okay. At this point, all Eric could really do was nod, and that was all Google needed to see to spur him to have mercy. He stopped, and Eric heaved out a huge gasp before panting and tittering residually, letting out little 'hics' and whines as he slowly scrunched his feet up....there were even ghost tickles.

'Ohohoho...m-m-.....ahahh....wohohoah....'

Eric was wide eyed and trembling, but smiling like the sweetest of angels. He ended up purring happily and needily when Google pulled him into his warm, whirring chest. Eric instinctively nuzzled and nestled in close, since the humming of Google's core always had this special ability of easing his anxiety and lulling him into relaxation. Google looked down at his little human and stroked his hair, murmuring gently.

'Was it too much?'

Eric smiled lazily and shook his head, his eyes getting heavier and soon shutting as the last of Eric's conscious words came out as a murmured slur.

'....it was jus' like I remembered....'

Just like that, he was asleep and content...and Google had fluid flowing down his cheeks as he smiled down at the bundle of purity in his arms. He kissed Eric's head as his words swirled around in Google's mind...he knew that those words had so much meaning in their depths...and thus, the android was so, so happy.

WOOOPPP HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOO WOOO LUV YOUS XX

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College! Jaebum x Kinda Mad Genius! Reader

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator 

You are in: a genetic mutation of Gaia, the dwarf planet 

look at this cute ass idiot ugh my heart

so WE’RE GONNA SPICE HIS AU UP A BIT totally not because I’m already sick of the same reader inserts, just enjoy this as a story and don’t complain pls

in this au you’re an astrophysics and computer programming major, minoring in bioengineering

in other words, you’re smart af

like you’re one of those child prodigy kids

Graduated high school early and took a bunch of AP's and CLEP tests so you’re way ahead and somewhere in between a junior and a senior but since you’re so young, you just say you’re a junior

you literally have the IQ of a genius and a bunch of Ivy league schools got in a fight over you but you were like nah nah i want something fUn so you came to SEOUL WOO HOO

you get A's in everything without even trying but that's OK because it leaves more room for you to do more SCIENCE

currently in a polyamorous relationship between you, Math, and Science

you’re really fascinated by the complexity of the universe but at the same time really into physics and math so when you found out that astrophysics existed when you were like 12, you knew that was it for you

you barely have time to eat, much less be fashionable, so you wear pretty nothing but jeans, huge hoodies, Converse, and a super hero t-shirt underneath (same but just because i’m too broke to dress nice)

with good brains comes bad everything else and you’re a hot fucking mess

clumsy, notes scattered all over the place, writing astrophysics shit in the margins of all your papers and doodling constellations on them while the professor lectures, it’s bad

you’re actually kind of extroverted and hyper but you just focus all that energy into astrophysics so everyone thinks you’re a hermit

you’re not obsessed with video games and comic books specifically, you’re just obsessed with space

like Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, Ender's Game, Prey, Alien, Dead Space, and even Halo, you love em all, cause fuCkinGH spACE MAN same i’m a space gay

you aLwAyS pLaYS THE FUCKIN SPACE OVERTURE ON YOUR PHONE AND WALK IN SLOW MO INTO YOUR APARTMENT AND YOUR ROOMMATE IS LIKE I HAD TO WATCH THAT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES

always writing reminders on yourself but they only help 60% of the time because you’re a hot mess

you can play the harp and the sitar?? the most random ass instruments, you literally have your harp in your bedroom and your sitar in your lab and like they were gifts from one of your cousins and you’re really protective over them

whenever you have a mental block you sit cross-legged and start playing your harp/sitar and chanting OM or the lyrics to We Will Rock You and your roommates are like omg they really are a mad scientist

you don't mind relationships but like no one wants to be with you cause they think you’re kind of fucking insane so you try not to think about it and just blow stuff up in the chem lab

like you’re really excited, you’ll gladly talk to people and you’re really bubbly and happy and friendly but all you talk about is astrophysics??? and you’re not on like level one, no you started reading college level astrophysics books when you were 14, you’re like wayyyy past PhD level so it's like you’re speaking another language

and no one wants to hang out with you like they think it's cute how passionate you are and how fucking just warm and open you are but still no one wants to be around you cause you’re like some sort of mad scientist and they're not interested in what you’re talking about

but you keep a smile on your face and keep to your astrophysics even though you start to think something's wrong with you and start getting kinda sad

aw bby :’(

and tHEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES that's when Jaebum came along

Jaebum is majoring in Ancient Studies and minoring in Greek and he’s Captain of the Football Team

pretty much every male-attracted person likes him but ain't no one going near that boy cause he is T E R R I F Y I N G

wears all black and never says anything and then when you talk to him he just has this resting bitch face on with no expression and everyone's like I’ll I’ljust go now and he just continues reading

he’s always reading with his earbuds in, you bother him it's your funeral

and it's weird cause like he has friends a precious few and ppl know he's not cold with them so why’s he ALWAYS COLD AND APATHETIC TO EVERYONE ELSE LIKE YOU GOOD MATE???

knows he's terrifying and uses it to his advantage

has no problem glaring down people who reach for the same thing at the supermarket or try cutting in front of him at starbuck’s and they near shit themselves

does not give two shits about all the people staring at him all the time as long as they don't talk to him or interrupt his reading

stays at home unless he's at class, practice, or a game

on the Dean’s List, and a massive teacher’s pet

but still, people just like to admire him for his looks and gush about how mysterious he is and that really irks him cause no one wants to actually spend the time to get to know him he’s not even that mysterious, he’s actually a bit of a crackhead so he's like i don't need y'all i have the Gupta Dynasty to keep me company

youngjae and yugyeom rolling their eyes, like HeRe HyUnG GOES AGAIN

knows more about ancient worlds than the current world?? like sometimes mark catches him staring at technology like it's an alien concept and he's like dude you've had a cell phone since you were like 12, when was the last time you had a break from reading that, chill out for a second and come back to modern times

and jb just scoffs like i don't need your modern times and buries his head in the book again but he just wants someone who's able to talk about the present AND the past with him without ignoring one cause he thinks both are really important

anyways one day you were late to an 8am class and you were rushing and dropped some papers and Jaebum came across it and he was like what in ThE HELL IS THIS cause first of all it was almost completely illegible and then when he did manage to read it, he couldn't understand it cause it was real complex math and science shit and he looked at the name and he knew who you were cause you’re the campus genius and the campus crazy

so he hunts you down until he comes across your lab later on in the day and you’re frantically looking through your BILLIONS OF PILES of looseleaf paper and jb's just thinking about how much of a fit jinyoung would have if he saw this tomfoolery

and he handed you your stuff and you were so grateful and friendly and you reminded him of a crazier version of youngjae

he couldn't help but be curious when he saw the really complicated math and science going on on your paper and he was like what's that, how does it work, what's the history

for a full fifteen seconds, you looked at him like he was god incarnate and you like i'M gLaD yOu AsKeD

and you were talking really fast but the way your eyes lit up when you talked about astrophysics and the way the sun from the window illuminated your features jfc

jb didn't believe in love in first sight he swore he didn't

unless it was you

like even if you weren’t conventionally pretty and most people wouldn't even notice you, bummie didn’t care, it was like you were the goddamn sun or something

he stops you in the middle of explaining and he's like look you're going a bit too fast, so could you repeat what you said but just a lil bit . . . slower

and for a long moment, you were stunned jungshook because like this boi . . . this devastatingly handsome boy who blows everyone off and makes them wet their pants in fear wants to hear me rant to him about astrophysics

and he actually wants you to slow it down so he can understand instead of just pretending to listen

and like you may be a genius but JB just broke your brain for a second

but then you jump back into it like yeah sure

and jae honestly finds you fucking adorable like how excited you get about astrophysics and he actually finds himself interested in it and then he starts talking about ancient cultures and greek and you already kinda know everything he's talking about and enjoy the conversation and he's all heart eyes

gets protective over you after like 2 days???

you don't care, you’re just happy there's someone who thinks you’re interesting so you don't even notice him glaring at anyone who talks to you and always hanging around you to scare other guys off

tbh bummie doesn't really comprehend why people don't like being around you cause like??? you’re so fucking pretty and cute?? you took all his uwus reader

only takes like 10 days before JB finds out you’re really affectionate and you’re hugging and cuddling all the time but he actually???likes it

and soon he's the one begging you for cuddles and you’re like ( ^_^) ofc babe lemme just finish doing these calculations right quick and JB's like asdfghjkl did they just call me what i think they just called me

but like you guys are always hanging at your lab and since JB doesn't really talk except with you and his friends and you never talk about anything but astrophysics on the off chance she gets back to the dorm in time enough to talk at all no one knows that you guys are even hanging out

it's not long after that jae asks you out and he takes you to an amusement park and you have a FiElD dAy because sooooooo much math? and pretty colors? and cotton candy? and he's made you the happiest person ever and in that moment when he sees your face he just can't help himself like pls be my s/o and you’re like ASDFGHJKL ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME RIGHT NOW JFC OFC

and he just drops a bomb on his friends like they're all going out to dinner and he brings you and he's got his arm around your waist and he's just like guys meet my s/o and everyone's choking like S/O We ThOuGhT YoU wErE aRo oR sMtHiNG and for a minute they're so confused because no one even knew jaebum was talking to someone much less the mad scientist person when did this happen

and like they can see all throughout dinner that you’re really fucking strange but it's kind of cute and it makes bummie happy so Welcome to the Family, we have cookies

lol friends? nope, say goodbye to those, everyone is so terrified of bummie and his resting bitch face and them muscles that they refuse to come near you cause you’ve basically got Jaebum stamped on your forehead but that's ok because somehow you became really good friends with his friends and like you have this group chat that jae's not in specifically so they can share embarrassing things for you to tease him about later

but bummie highkey encourages it because if he pretends to get mad, you’ll play your harp for him and he loves that shit

jaebum will knock the living daylights out of anyone who mistreats you or makes you feel bad

like one time yall were walking back after a date and this dude grabbed your ass and was about to open his mouth to say some vulgar shit but he didn’t even get the chance before jaebum LEAPED ON HIM LIKE A FUCKING INSECT AND MOWED HIS ASS D O W N

jae had like two scratches on him meanwhile the dude on the floor probably needed a goddamn ambulance and he just took your hand and continued walking like anyways, like i was saying, no one can give me a valid reason why I shouldn’t get a cat

yall will 10/10 adopt a cat together

well it was supposed to be one but yall were weak bitches, so it turned into 3 same

at first yall rotated the cats between y’all’s apartments but then you were both like let’s just fucking move in together omfg

bam bam constantly breaks into your apartment to play with your cats

you come and cheer jae on at his football games

the first time everyone was SHOOK 

for fuck’s sake, you just learned what a touchdown was when you infiltrated a superbowl party for the food sAME, why tf were you even here

but then they saw jae beam at you and they were like omfg, they’re these people

when they win, he runs up and scoops you into his arms and spins you around, pressing a bunch of kisses all over your face and calling ou his good luck charm and you’re screaming at him for hugging you while he’s sweaty and gross even though you’re laughing and kissing him back

when he loses, you and him go to McDonalds after he showers and you just sit at a table eating while he nuzzles his head in your neck and sulks

reader, i highkey advise you to get a couple tats or a body piercing and not tell him

just have your hoodie off one day so he happens to see the tat/piercing and you’ll see his eyes darken and he’s trying to keep calm like

“i didn’t know you had tattoos/piercings”

and he’s looking down at you so intensely he’s almost glaring

“i do, wanna try and find them all?”

you did it

you activated beast mode

whenever jae sees you upset or sad, he’ll just engulf you with his whole body and you can smell his aftershave and feel his warmth while he puts on calming music and tells you greek myths in that smooth, soothing voice

and when you have your head on his chest, half asleep, he’ll just kind of stop for a second because holy fuuck, you’re so gorgeous and you’re his? how did he land you?? he’s the luckiest guy in the world?

and when you look up, wondering why he stopped talking, you see him looking at you with just this really soft, mushy look of complete adoration and before you can even say anything, he’s like i fucking love you

I WAS GONNA WRITE MORE, BUT I GOTTA END IT NOW, I’M FUCKING SOFT HNNNGGH 

Gaia, the dwarf planet 

[mazojo]

Let’s Play

Sooo if you saw some of my previous posts, you know I've kinda gotten into webtoons and I binge-read another one called Let’s Play and I Looveeee. I will do a spoiler-ish review as of the chapters that have come out so far and and all the images and stuff included are from Mongie, the author of this baby.

Plot

So the plot basically revolves around Sam, who works for her fathers company coding and working on programming but her true passion is creating video games, more specially indie games. She creates this game called Ruminate and its all fine and dandy until super famous youtube Marshall Law plays it and jokingly says it kinda sucks so people and trolls go leave hate on her account so her developer score in this indie publishing website is almost 0.

Sam is disappointed nay this turn of events and tries contacting the company to help her score as its flawed but unfortunately nothing happens. Then we find out super Marshall Law is moving next door to Sam and she flops. He then later realizes how he messed up and as they start becoming friends (slowly but surely!) he is fixed on making it up to her becouse he is a cinnamon roll. There are also other characters involved, from Sam’s gaming crew which is hilarious, to her super hot and sexual tension boss, Charles who is trying to help her grow as a person and as a worker and we also have Lincoln which kinda has a crush in Sam and they’ve been friends for quite a while as Sam helped him overcome his dads death. 

The story is funny and filled with great moments, treating also mental health topics and the struggles of Sam discovering she may or may not have feelings for the hotties mentioned above ^^.

Characters

As I did with my Kiznaivers and I Love Yoo reviews, ill list the characters from my favourite to my least (I love them all so it sounds so bad to say the least!) including a song that reminds me of them. I won't list them all as their are many as you can see in the picture above but definitely the main ones <33

Sam

Angels - Owl City

Sam. is. such. a. mood. Like honestly, if you ever wish to know me and who I am as a person and how I work, read this and I am the literal reincarnation of Sam loll. She is very nerdy and suffers from anxiety, sometimes leading her to have asthma attacks. She really cares about those close to her and although she is quite shy and introverted, doesn't doubt the chance to jump in when someone she cares about is in danger. I have no words to describe her but I think I’ve found my long lost drawing form character.

Marshall

Lucky - Britney Spears

Yes, I choose a Britney Spears song for him, is it amazing? Y e s, do I regret it? N o p e. Marshall is just adorableeee. Like he is the literal reincarnation of a puppy and he is much more complex than what it seems? Yeah he’s got this bubbly exterior to himself but deep down he is dealing with depression and anxiety but hides it from anyone, to the point of literally breaking down. He is trying his best at making everyone happy and likes video games and ahhhh ??? I Stan Marshall.

Lincoln

Livin’ on a Prayer - Bon Jovi

Lincoln the embodiment of the dad friend, there I said it. He has such a pure soul and heart and protective aura around those he loves and he is so soft??? He struggled with his dads death and takes care of his brother (which makes a part of the guild Sam is with). He is a little oblivious but other than that Link must be protected at all cost and hopefully finds happiness at the end of the comic becouse if he doesn't I will riot.

Charles

Rude - MAGIC!

Charles is your typical cold but sexy filled with sexual tension moments boss character. He is Sam’s boss and what I love most about Charles is how he wants others to succeed, pushing them their limits to reach their full potential, something I think its quite admirable. Honestly in comparison to the other two boys I haven't connected much with Charles but I still really like his character and hopefully we are able to see more of him in the future!

Monika

Power - Little Mix

The image pretty much describes Monika lol. I decided to include her becouse although she is kindaaaa the antagonist, I feel like she isn't really that bad and honestly, her character is quite compelling. She is Marshall’s girlfriend and a beauty guru, so half of the time she talks about makeup-is things I quite honestly dont understand lolll. However she really cares about those near her and (cues alpha female aura) does her best to protect Marshall becouse she really does likes him, but due to the fame and their worlds they both manage, it makes things complicated at times. I hope she doesn't turn evil or something like that becouse I truly think she is good (or at least up till now) and hopefully she gets a happy ending too ~.

Ships

Sam x Marshall 

This was actually so hard to choose! Because I honestly ship Sam with Lincoln just as much but there’s just something about this couple that I just gahhh! They have this chemistry working over them and they complement each other so well too! Like Sam is very perceptive and a good listener while Marshall just fakes a smile every time and I believe she will be the one to notice something is wrong first <33 

Sam x Lincoln

AHhHHH I love Link so much?? And how he protects Sam and cares about her is so freaking adorable? I think their mutual support and understanding is what makes it one of the best and Sam clearly has some mixed feelings about him that she repressed for a while in order not to tarnish their friendship but now she knows that he likes her so ??? I hope Link and Sam end happy because they both have to be p r o t e c t e d.

Sam x Charles

As I mentioned before, I don't think I can compare Marshall and Link’s relationship to the one with Charles considering they have had more time together, I believe in the next chapters we will get to see their relationship increase. He is very protective and does whats best for Sam and they have this tension around them which gets Sam all flustered and its really cute. Its not my main ship but I’ll wait and see how things progress in the future.

Monika x Marshall

Okay so this is not one of the main ships and people often don't like this couple but I thought it was important to mention! As I said before, I think Monika is quite a complex character and they are both dealing with their own worlds and problems which may make it hard for the relationship to work and not seem toxic. Still, they both care deeply about the other and I know in the end, they would want to see the other happy soooo we’ll see how it ends ^^

Final Thoughts

I absolutely adoree this Webtoon! I’ll try to review the chapters as they go out like I love yoo giving my impressions and what nots. Here are some theories that I think may happen in future chapters too;

- I don't think I mentioned it but Marshall is really good at drawing and its kinda his passion but he hides it from everyone due to fearing failure. I think Sam in one way or another will encourage him to pursue his dream eventually drawing them closer, and as she needs an artist to help her with her next game, I am guessing Marshall will be perfect for that spot :333

- Charles will definitely appear more I think, most of the “romantic” moments have been with Link followed by Marshall leaving the Charles Stans in need of their baby <33

- I think Angela (one of Sam’s guild member and friend) likes Link?? I didn't talk about her much but in one of the latest chapters she gets flustered by him and I am not really sure? I'll definitely be on the look for that.

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how you get the boy - fifteen

Out of pure interest, I asked, “What makes you think I deserve better?”

Again, he shrugged. “You just do.”

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Niall and Shiloh were far more ecstatic than I was over the fact that Harry and I had reconciled, had chosen to be proper friends. The two of them had been fashioning an identical pleased expression ever since I opened my mouth and talked about Harry and if they didn't stop grinning from ear to ear right this instant, I feared that I’d go crackers.

Good thing I left out the part where Harry and I shared a kiss before we agreed to be friends.

��About time, don’t ya think?” Niall kinked an eyebrow at me, to which I rolled my eyes and continued taking a sip of my coffee. My throat had gone dry from all the talking and explaining I did, which I knew fall on deaf ears because no matter what I told him, Niall refused to believe that Harry and I were just friends. Shiloh, on the other hand, seemed like she was on the fence. I had a hunch that she was leaning towards Niall’s team if the way she’d been quiet for the past five minutes had anything to do with it. “Such fools, you two.”

Jaw dropped open, I swatted his arm, “Why are we fools?”

Niall gave me a pointed look, one that said ‘you know what I mean.’ And I did know what he meant; I simply refused to give him the satisfaction that he could very well be right. I turned to Shiloh with hopes that she could back me up on this only to come to a realisation that I was alone in this matter. It was them against me.

“I can’t believe this,” I huffed rather dramatically as I put down the paper cup on the table in front of me, lips puckering into a pout. “Two of my good friends are against me. And here I thought you two would always have my back.”

“Oh, come off it,” Niall let out an annoyed scoff as he rolled his eyes. “We all know this whole friends thing won’t last. Right, Shiloh?”  

Both Niall and I turned to look at Shiloh whose eyes widened at the attention she was suddenly receiving from us. I narrowed my eyes at her, a silent threat that she was not allowed to agree with Niall. She was my friend, after all, and by right, she should be on my side and not the bloke she wasn't even close to.

Unfortunately, seeing that she’s already had an apologetic look written all over her face, I knew that she’s going to agree with Niall before she could even pull her lower lip between her teeth and nod her head.

“Sorry, Tee, but Niall’s right.” At that, I had already looked away, arms crossed in front of my chest as I pretended to not pay any attention to what she was trying to say. “I mean, it’s obvious that you two have feelings for each other and-“

I cut her off before she could finish her sentence, as I didn't like where this conversation was heading. “We don’t have feelings for each other. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Bloody liar,” Niall pointed out, the volume of his voice rising slightly which caused nearly everyone in The Cup including Harry, who was standing behind the counter, preparing a cup of coffee, to look at us. Or more specifically, at me.  

Glancing through my shoulder, I noticed that Harry had an eyebrow kinked at me and I gave a small smile before I returned my gaze back to Niall who looked more annoyed than he probably should. If there were one person who’s entitled of feeling irritated, it would be me.

“We don’t have feelings,” he scoffed, his attempt to imitate me turned out horribly wrong, which made me scrunch my nose in disgust. “My arse.”

I tried to appear as if I wasn't at all fazed by the accusation thrown at me, though if I had to be frank, I sort of deserved that. I couldn't exactly say that there were absolutely no feelings between Harry and I. Because there was and I could feel it in our kiss. The only problem was that I couldn't figure out what it was. I wouldn't be able to figure it out anyway now that we’re friends and kissing would mean crossing the line; not that I wanted to kiss him or anything.

“Tee, why’s it so hard for you to admit that you like Harry?” Niall questioned as he threw his head back, a groan leaving his lips soon after. “Just say it: I like Harry.”

I didn't know why he’s so intent on getting me to admit something that I wasn't quite sure myself, but I did know that I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction that he was right even if he already got that when he found out that Harry and I were friends. It turned out that he’d seen this coming and being the terrible friend that he was, he didn't bother to warn me about it, didn't bother to tell me that maybe I should stay away from Harry if I didn't want to complicate my own life.

“Ah, sorry, mate,” Harry interrupted as he approached our table, almost causing me to jump out of my skin at the suddenness. He rested his hand on the back of my chair, the mere presence of him radiated warmth, making me feel more comfortable than I was before. However, I pretended as though I wasn't basking in it, for I was more than aware that both Niall and Shiloh were watching me like a hawk. “No offence, Ni, you’re not really my type.”

Niall rolled his eyes, cheeks heating up slightly, though judging by the way he was licking his lips right now, he was about to turn the table around and put colours in Harry’s cheeks instead. “Right, right, forgot bout that,” Niall chuckled to himself, slapping his forehead whilst his eyes darted from my face to Harry’s, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, “cos ’m not brunette,  ‘m not short and ‘m not Tenley.”

A gasp leaving my lips, I slapped Niall’s arm once more, making sure that this time it emitted a yelp from him. “’m not short!”

Harry gave my shoulder a squeeze as though it was his way of calming me and telling me that I was not short and that he disagreed with Niall, which brought a smile to my face. Shiloh who noticed that small gesture kinked an eyebrow at me and I brushed it off with a scowl, mouthing the word ‘stop it’ to her when she refused to stop smirking at me.  

“Tee, you are short,” Niall said matter-of-factly as he stared blankly at me and I would’ve come up with a witty remark to the statement, because now he was just saying these things to annoy me, had not Harry beat me to it.

Taking a quick look at me, he nodded his head, suddenly changing his mind about not agreeing with Niall. “Yeah you are, bunny.” I had already opened my mouth to protest again, but just like before he didn't give me a chance to say a word, “but it’s kinda cute. Why does it matter anyway?”

My face turned into an embarrassing reddish hue, the way it always did when I stood under the sun for too long and I immediately reached for my coffee, taking a few sips of it so no one would notice the change in my feature. But given that both Niall and Shiloh were brilliant at noticing things no one else could, they saw everything. I, on the other hand, pretended as if nothing happened.  

“Aw,” Niall cooed as he tilted his head to look at Shiloh who shared the same expression as he was. I made a mental note to tell them to cut it out because they were making things harder for me and I didn't need that right now. “Aren’t they perfect for each other?”

“Yeah,” Shiloh agreed, to which I kicked her foot under the table. She didn't seem affected at all so I kicked it once more, earning a glare from her.

Knowing that this conversation wasn't going to end soon, Harry pulled out a chair and sat next to me. Then, he rested his arm on the back of my chair, his hand touching my forearm whilst his eyes never leaving the side of my face. “We are perfect, aren’t we?”

At that, I nearly spat the coffee I was drinking whereas Shiloh started coughing into her fist. Niall, on the other hand, had a smug grin gracing his lips as if he was trying to prove to everyone that he knew this all along. And Harry, well, he was still staring at me, leaving me to wonder if he was being serious or not. When I shot a puzzled look at him, he merely cracked a smile before eventually he burst into laughter like he’d just said the funniest thing ever, which confused me even more.

“You three should’ve seen the look on your faces when I said that,” Harry said in between his laughter and I smacked his arm, hoping that it would stop him from laughing because in a way it made me feel like he didn't think we’d be perfect – not that I thought we would, though, so I dismissed that thought quickly.

“Alright, ‘twas nice chatting with you lot, but I’ve got to get to my next class,” I said as I picked up my bag from the floor and took my final sip of the coffee. I told myself again and again that this wasn't me running away; I really did have a class to attend, which would start in about forty-five minutes. “Shi, you’re coming with me?”

“Yeah, of course,” she nodded her head and stood up from the chair, shooting a smile to Harry and Niall before making her way out of The Cup.

I didn't get to follow her, though, because suddenly a hand wrapped around my forearm stopped me right before I could step out from the shop and turned me around to face the person halting me in my tracks. It was Harry. “Yeah?”

“You’re not, erm, angry or anything, right?” He asked whilst rubbing the back of his neck, nervousness written all over his normally collected face. I would’ve laughed at that, but at that moment I didn't find anything comical.

“Why would I?” I quizzed him and upon hearing that, he seemed to realise that perhaps there was no reason for me to get angry anyway. So he offered me a smile and told me to drive safely – he’d never done the latter thing before so instead of replying with words, I nodded my head and got into my car, driving away without sparing a glance at the side mirror.

I didn't realise I’d been quiet the entire car ride until Shiloh pointed it out once we’d arrived at our campus. We had about thirty minutes to spare so we decided to sit in the car whilst we waited for our classes to start. And that's when the million dollar question returned.

“You really do like him, don’t you?” She said in her singsong voice that had the ability to irk me so much with a smirk playing at her lips and her eyes twinkling with pleasure.

Tired of her – and Niall, especially – taunting me about this, I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to face her, “So what if I do? We’re just friends, anyway.”

“Then why don't you just be with him?” Shiloh questioned, the bewildered look on her face making me laugh and scoff. If she thought that was as easy as it sounded, then she was wrong. “Why do you want to be friends with him instead?”

“Because,” I stopped suddenly, biting my tongue before I said things I didn't mean only to realise a second later that there’s only one plausible explanation as to why I did what I did – apart from wanting to clear the air between Harry and I, that is – and that reason was, “because at least it’s better than nothing.”

&&

One would think that I would’ve learned my lesson about not letting curiosity get the best of me when I fell on my arse the other night in Harry’s flat, but apparently, I hadn’t.

I’d always been told that one of these days, my curiosity would be the reason why I became mental – not that I wasn't one already, Niall claimed, which I strongly disagreed because I was not mental, wouldn't be one in the future, too – but how could I not be curious when I heard Beth’s name slipping past Louis’ lips. Along with that, there were other lines like ‘jesus Christ, would you please stop talking?’ and ‘why does it matter to you, we’re over.’

It wasn't exactly the sort of things I would want to hear when I came home after spending three hours in the library studying, cramming rather useless information in my head for another upcoming test. But then again, I’d learned long ago I must expect the unexpected now that I lived with Louis, though if I had to be honest, hearing him talk to his ex girlfriend over the phone wasn't in the list of unexpected things I thought he would do.

The mere mention of Beth’s name caused me to flinch, the particular memory of our previous encounter that didn't end so well flickered to the forefront of my memory, making me feel nauseous all of sudden.

I tried not to make any noise, for I didn't want him to know that I’d caught bits and pieces of his conversation, but before I could go straight to my room, he caught sight of me. His frown deepened for a couple of seconds and I was going to leave him alone, I really was because I didn't want to hear the rest of their conversation. But he was already making his way to me, halting me in my tracks.

“I can’t deal with you right now, Beth,” Louis whispered harshly to the speaker, the name rolling off of his tongue with venom coating it before he hastily ended the call with a click and put his mobile phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

“Everything alright?” I quizzed tentatively, as I wasn't sure if that’s the right question to ask. He didn't look alright; his hair was unruly, he must have ran his fingers through it and tug at it whilst he was talking to Beth and he was frowning before I approached him. The frown disappeared, fortunately, but the sinking feeling inside of me didn't.  

“Hi, Tee,” he said with a smile stretching his lips as he remained standing in front of me, his hands hung limp and still by his sides.

“Hi, Lou.” I replied with a nod of my head, rubbing my neck with the palm of my hand as I pretended as though he hadn’t just caught me eavesdropping his conversation with his ex girlfriend who happened to hate my guts. “You were talking to Beth?”

It wasn't until the question had left my lips that I realised how much of a stupid question that was. It was obvious that he was talking to her; he’d even mentioned her name in front of me. But then again it was the only words I managed to articulate with him looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

He rubbed his bottom lip with his fingers, his eyes scanning my face as he tried to read me before he opened his mouth to speak like he wanted to make sure that he’d say the right thing. “Yeah, I was.”

I couldn't remember the last time things were this awkward in our flat and somehow, I found myself wishing that Harry would pop in – the way he always did – and cut the tension between Louis and I with his inability to give us personal space. Alas, that wasn't going to happen.

“Oh,” I breathed and released my lower lip that I’d been chewing on, “Okay.”

“Dunno why I even answered the call,” Louis added with a shake of his head before he ran a hand down his face, letting out a grunt as his hand stopped in front of his mouth, muffling the sound. “Gave me a bloody headache.”

“Yeah?” I quirked an eyebrow at him and when he nodded his head, I knew that I couldn't ignore the curiosity that was begging for my attention. “Why?”

The silence that stretched between us as he led me to our couch so we would be more comfortable coupled with the various assumptions that were swimming around in my head almost drove me insane. Almost. Luckily, he opened his mouth as soon as we were seated, offering me some sort of relief when he didn't change the topic; not that I enjoyed talking about Beth, but I was desperate to know what they talked about.

“Beth.. well, she wanted her things back.” He rubbed his neck, his eyes darting from my face to the door of his room where he most probably kept her things away from everyone else, away from me.

Even though I was aware of the fact that he still kept her things, a part of me wished that he had thrown them away. I knew I would, because that’s the right thing to do, wasn't it? Throw away the things that belonged to someone that you used to love so it would make it easier for you to move on, easier for you to forget about them.

So, not knowing what to say in reply, another ‘oh’ rolled off of my tongue and his eyebrows knitted together, for he must have expected me to say something. Even though the urge to ask him why he still kept her things if it appeared – to me, that is – as if he didn't want to have any connection with her anymore after whatever it was that they went through was gnawing at me, I decided to swallow the question down my throat. Instead, I chose to act as though I didn't care, as though this conversation didn't make the prior sinking feeling returned.

Unfortunately, that only lasted for two minutes as my plan to remain quiet failed. After all, it shouldn't come as a surprise seeing that I’d never learned how to keep my mouth shut when needed and because of that, a question slipped past my lips before I had the opportunity to bite my tongue. “Do you still love her?”

The question surprised the both of us. I’d never asked him that; never had the guts to do so because I’d always been afraid to hear the answer, to know the truth. Granted, now that we were on the topic, I supposed I might as well get it off my chest so I would be able to breathe if we were to talk about Beth again and so I could get a peace of mind.

Louis opened his mouth, but no words came out. So he closed it. That continued for about two minutes and I watched as he struggled to come up with an answer for such a simple – though it might sound complicated to him – question and during the silence, I found the answer.  

“I-uh, I guess? I think I’ll always love her,” he admitted sheepishly whilst he scratched his jaw. Long gone the confident Louis that I’d grown to know and fond of and sitting in front of me was the Louis who was more like a stranger than a friend. I wasn't used to this version of him. I couldn't figure out what he’s going to say next. “She’s not my first girlfriend or anything, but she’s the first person that I love, yeah, so.”

I nodded my head as I tried to appear as though I understood everything even though I didn't. Swallowing the bile that had risen up to my throat and trying my best to make sure that my devastation wasn't reflected in my face, I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and occasionally glanced at Louis. He was fumbling with his fingers, guilt flashing in his blue eyes.

“But I’m not in love with her,” he shook his head as he suddenly reached for my hand that was on my lap and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He offered me a smile that I didn't reciprocate and he let go of my hand, rubbing his palm against his thigh. “I was with her for four years and s’just.. I think the feeling will always be there – somewhere inside of me – even if she drives me crazy. But I’m not in love with her, not anymore.”

I heard each and every word that rolled off of his tongue, but the only thing that I truly heard was how he would always love her, how the feeling wouldn't go away regardless what they had gone through. And that was enough to make me feel like there’s something eating at my chest, tearing its way to my heart, threatening to eat me whole and leave nothing but scraps behind.

“Okay,” was all I said as I nodded my head, my voice barely even a whisper, on the edge of breaking. Not wanting him to see how much his words had affected me, I gave him a small smile and heaved myself off of the couch, ignoring the knowing look he casted at me. “I, erm, I left something in my car.”

With that being said, I made a beeline to the front door as I forced myself not to glance through my shoulder and look at Louis’ face. It was difficult but I made it and it wasn't until I was outside that I realised how I didn't really think through about my lie.

Instinctively, my eyes landed on Harry’s flat and without thinking twice – something that I rarely did these days – I let my feet lead me to his door that had its number hanging off. I reminded myself to tell him to fix it as I raised my knuckle up. Just as I was about to knock on his door, I remembered those days when he used to walk into my flat without knocking and I decided to return the favour.

I pushed the front door open – not at all surprised that it wasn't locked because it seemed like everyone who lived in this building didn't know how to lock their doors – and almost immediately I caught sight of Harry sitting on his couch. He looked alarmed for a couple of seconds but when he realised that it was just me, he let his muscles relaxed and a warm smile made its way up to his face.

“Forgot how to knock?” He kinked an eyebrow at me, to which I didn't even bother to reply with an equally clever remark. Instead, I rolled my eyes at him and plopped myself down on his couch; I made sure not to sit too close to him, though. “Getting comfortable around each other, are we?” When I shot daggers at him, chuckles left his lips and he put his hands up in front of his chest as a shield before he swivelled his body so he was facing me. He must have seen the upset look on my face because a frown appeared on his forehead and his bottom lip jutted out slightly, “You okay?”

I considered nodding my head and lying to him, but seeing that we’re friends now, I supposed I could talk to him about things that bothered me. Things that had been circulating in my head for quite a while now. Besides, that was the reason why I came here, anyway. “Do you,” I paused, pinching my lip between my fingers and mulling over my choice of words, “Do you think I’m just a rebound for Louis?”

Harry’s eyes nearly bulged from his head and for a moment I thought that he wasn't going to answer my question. He coughed into his fist once, avoiding any sort of eye contact with me and then he ran his fingers through his hair that had grown longer since the first time I bumped into him at the hallway outside our flats. The longer I stared at his hair, the more I realised that I liked it even though it covered his chiselled features that I was positive everyone loved.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” he finally answered after what seemed like an eternity of silence, licking his lower lip before he added, “But I hope you’re not just a rebound.”

“Why?” the word left my lips before I could stop myself and though I wished I could take it back, I let the word lingered in the air between us whilst I watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in reaction to my question.  

“Dunno, I just think you’re, uh, you’re better than that. Than being someone’s rebound,” he explained with a nonchalant shrug, stuttering his words a little which left me to wonder if he really did mean that. However, before I could question him about that, he continued explaining, “You deserve better, Tenley.”

I flinched slightly at the use of my name instead of the nickname I’d grown used to hearing from him. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't at all surprised to hear him say that I deserved better, because I was. I really was surprised because for someone whom I assumed hardly knew me, he sounded confident when he said that.

Out of pure interest, I asked, “What makes you think I deserve better?”

Again, he shrugged. “You just do.”

I wanted to tell him that it didn't make sense, that for some reasons my brain couldn't comprehend what he was saying and why he said it. I nudged his knee with mine, urging him to look at me when I asked, “What if I don't?” Then as soon as the question left my lips, he looked elsewhere like he was afraid to look at me, like his eyes spoke the truth and he didn't want me to see that.

“Oh fuck it,” he whispered under his breath before he returned his gaze back to my face, “There’s something about you, bunny. Something that made people want to know you better and that makes you special. If he doesn't see that then he’s blind and that’s his loss.”

Suddenly I was aware of every movement Harry made. First, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and his hand lingered there for a moment whilst he smiled softly at me like he was trying to prove to me that he wasn't lying – for some reasons, I believed that he was telling the truth. Then I felt his fingertips on my cheeks for a couple of seconds, the simplest touch sent shivers running down my spine. Every coherent thought was gone, too. And all I cared about was the laugh lines besides his eyes and lips and the way he was looking at me. Like I was the only person that mattered, like I was special.

Things became particularly difficult when I could feel his warm skin against mine, the gap I created earlier had vanished overtime. “Bunny, is eve-“

That’s when I did the unthinkable: I closed the gap between us and pressed my chapped lips against his, earning a surprised grunt from him. Good thing my brain seemed to pick up what’s going on, seemed to realise how wrong this was when I heard the sound of something falling to the floor. I hastily pulled away, ending the kiss just as quickly as it started.  

Even though it was the briefest kiss I’d ever shared with anyone, it didn't make the blush on my cheeks go away. I casted my gaze elsewhere as soon as I had put a gap between us, ashamed of what I’d just done and afraid to see the look in his eyes.

“’m sorry,” I whispered before he could say something as my fingers resorted to pulling and tugging at the hem of my jumper. It was the only thing I could think of doing whilst I avoided looking straight into his green eyes. “I shouldn't have done that.”

“Hey, s’fine,” he said softly as he placed his hand on top of my knees to stop them from bouncing up and down, “I mean there are friends out there who sometimes kiss each other, right?”

I shook my head profusely, for I could envision just how awful things would turn out for us if we were to become one of those people; I didn't want our blossoming friendship to burn out so quickly, not yet. “But we’re.. we’re not that.”

“We’re not?” Harry kinked an eyebrow at me, a surprised look written all over his face. I would’ve thought that he actually wanted us to turn into those people until I saw the twitches of his lips and straightaway I realised that he was just messing around with me. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re not,” he nodded his head then as he put on his serious face, “S’fine, bunny, you were upset and-“

“No no, I didn't kiss you cos I was upset,” I told him, baffled over the fact that in his mind, he had thought that I kissed him merely because I was upset. That's not it. “It’s.. let’s just forget about it, yeah?”

“Okay,” he nodded his head, agreeing with me without so much as putting up a fight, “but I have one question.”

I pretended to groan, rolling my eyes at him when he started pouting like a little boy. Who would’ve thought that this bloke was the same one I’d been talking to for the past ten minutes? Hint: not me. “Fine,” I huffed, throwing my hands up in the air and dropping them to my thighs, “What’s it?”

His smirk grew broader and before I got the chance to take back the opportunity I’d thrown at him to possibly embarrass me, a question had already slipped past his lips. “Did you really get jealous when you saw me talking to a girl the other night?”

“Bollocks,” I whispered angrily under my breath as I reminded myself to punch Niall’s face next time I met him, to which Harry chuckled when he heard it. “Niall told you that, didn't he?”

Front teeth sinking into his lower lip, he shrugged innocently and brought his palm to the back of his neck where it rested there for a while. “Maybe,” was his answer but his lopsided smile confirmed me that it was our knobhead of a friend who’d told him that.

“Then why’d you ask me?” I squinted my eyes at him, hoping that by doing so I could coax an answer from him.

“Just needed a confirmation is all.” He responded with a playful smile gracing his lips, “So.. is it true?”

How we ended up talking about this, I hadn’t a clue. The only thing I knew was that there’s no turning back and whether I wanted to or not, I had to answer his question. “So what if I did?” I said with a shrug, trying my best to sound and look as nonchalant as I could. I failed, however, because almost instantly my cheeks flushed in embarrassment when he smirked at me, mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with being jealous,” he told me. If that was his attempt at trying to make me feel better for getting jealous over the fact that he was chatting up a girl, then he was doing a pretty poor job at it. I still felt like I had no right to get jealous; he was just a friend, after all.

I frowned at him, because as far as I was concerned, everything was wrong when a girl – or anyone, really – allowed jealousy to take control.  “Don’t you lads hate that? Think girls are being crazy or summat when they get jealous?”

“Not you,” he shook his head, “Have I told you that you’re cute? Cos you are.”

As it was, my cheeks scorched with embarrassment whilst the colour red started leaking throughout my skin. I looked away to hide the blush, but no matter what I did I couldn't change the fact that he’d witnessed everything. So I swatted his arm when he refused to stop staring at me, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He questioned daringly, to which I swatted him again because he knew full well what I was referring to. He was quick to wrap his fingers around my wrist, hindering me from hitting him again.

I stared at his hand that was on top of mine a beat longer as I tried to comprehend what was going on. One minute we were discussing serious matters, the next minute we were teasing each other. I supposed this was how normal looked like for us now. “Friends don't do this, do they?” I questioned him, breaking the silence between us.

“Dunno, maybe,” Harry replied as he pinched his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, a contemplative look crossing his face. “What d’you think?”

I wished I had an answer for this question, wished I could tell him that if he were Niall, then what he did just now would be absolutely weird. But he wasn't and my friendship with Niall was completely different than the one Harry and I shared which made it difficult to decide whether or not what we were doing were right.  

Finally, after mulling over the question for about two minutes, I gave him an answer, the kind that everyone would hate. “I.. I don’t know.”

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head upon hearing my reply that didn't help solve the problem. Then he seemed to take matters into his own hands when his thoughtful look returned, his lips pressed together forming a line. “Let’s just.. Let’s just do things that don't feel weird, yeah?”

“Right,” I nodded my head, agreeing with him, amazed that between the two of us, he’s the one who came up with that. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He sounded genuinely surprised and I didn't blame him given that he must have expected me to go against his idea. I would if I had another idea that was much better than his, but right now my mind was like a blank canvas. “So, what do you consider weird?”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and chewed on it whilst various of things ran through my mind: him calling me cute, him innocently touching my hands or my cheeks, him smiling at me like I was the only person that mattered. I continued to think about it until the silence between us became overwhelming and I blurted out the first thing that I had in mind, “A kiss.”

“Right, right, about that.. we’ll have to agree to disagree.” A grin was what he gave to me when I shot him a bewildered look, a silent request for him to explain why he said that. I was positive that he was thinking the same thing, but apparently he wasn't. “Bunny, I like kissing you – a lot – and ‘m not gonna deny myself of something that I truly enjoy.”

A gasp was threatening to leave my throat, but I swallowed the sound before it could be voiced. As much as it pained me to admit it, Niall might be right. This whole friends thing might not be a good idea, after all.

[danaaxlove]

After 2016’s Suicide Squad, audiences had mixed reactions to the Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey trailer, (or should I say Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey now that the title’s changed). Some people loved it. Some people hated it. As for me, I decided to spring up two pigtails, spray them pink and blue, dot a heart onto my cheekbone, and head out like a giddy six-year-old, excited to see Margot Robbie bring one of my favorite crazy characters back to the screen. Boy, was I in for a surprise. But before I jump into that, here’s a quick film production recap.

“Do you know what a harlequin is? A harlequin’s role is to serve. It’s nothing without a master. No one gives two shits who we are, beyond that.”

Birds of Prey was initially announced in May 2016, ahead of the release of Suicide Squad, with Warner Bros stating that it was a spinoff film focusing on Harley Quinn and a couple of other female DC Comics heroes and villains, such as Batgirl and the Birds of Prey. Margot Robbie spent three years working on Birds of Prey and continued to present it to Warner Bros. until the studio felt the project was at the point it could be made. After a bunch of tugging and pulling and scrapping and editing, Warner Bros. and DC Films finalized a deal in April 2018, with Cathy Yan set to direct, making her the first female Asian director to direct a superhero film. Robbie was also confirmed to be producing the film under her LuckyChap Entertainment banner, as part of a first look deal she has with the studio. With all of that preproduction information out of the way, you may be wondering what Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey is about.

“I’m the one they should be scared of! Not you, not Mr J! Because I’m Harley Fucking Quinn!”

Directed by Cathy Yan, Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey portrays the return of Harley Quinn,

The squad.

(Margot Robbie), after her devastating breakup with the Joker. Upon the break-up, Harley is submerged in grief and struggles to move on with her life. However, the post-breakup blues are quickly subdued when Harley finds out that her breakup with the Joker places her as a red alert target for those she’s wronged during her time with Mr. J., especially narcissistic crime boss, Black Mask, (Ewan McGregor). And things only get more complicated when she crosses paths with pickpocketing kid, Cassandra Cain, (Ella Jay Basco), Huntress, (Mary-Elizabeth Winstead), Black Canary, (Jurnee Smollett-Bell), and Renee Montoya, (Rosie Perez). Will Harley transcend this web of complications and prove to herself that she’s something more than just the Joker’s arm-candy? And does this cluster-bar of interesting characters coupled along with lessons learned from Suicide Squad guarantee this film being an A+ show? Dissection time!

“Here’s the deal, Quinn. You need me!”

That iconic smile.  😀

When I replay the events of the film while typing this article, the first factor that appears in my mind is story. I have mixed feelings about the story. On one hand, it’s fun, entertaining, and an action-packed frenzy, much like our lovely leading lady. But on the other, it’s just that and nothing deeper. It follows a typical action movie formula with no improvisational ingredients added to our bland elixir. There aren’t any unexpected, gruesome obstacles that raise the stakes for our main characters and causes our hearts to pound along with the raising tension of the film. And there aren’t any moments that elicit any empathy from us or leave us in awe. It’s predictable and quite linear—very A-to-B. Yan could’ve created an unpredictable storyline to match Harley’s unpredictable, quirky personality, (aside from the visually pleasing manic colors painting the film). But maybe she wanted to play it safe after Suicide Squad? So I don’t blame her. Nevertheless, this may also be a good thing for someone who knows exactly what they want. If you want to just want to kick back, relax, and have the film serve as a spoonful of entertainment rather than a syringe of seriousness—by all means, go ahead. Heck, the characters also added onto that entertainment factor.

“YOU KILLED MY SANDWICH!”

Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn: flawless. Robbie is back in portraying the lovable,

Awaiting her breakfast sandwich.

makeup-caked psycho–and what a sweet goody bag treat it is. She completely satisfied my expectations in regards to how Harley would act in her own adventure, in real-life, etc. Robbie is perfect, and I hope she’ll return to whatever films Harley Quinn is needed in. Ewan McGregor as Blackface: entertaining and amusing. It was my first time seeing McGregor play a villain, and there wasn’t an awkward barrier that kept us from immersing ourselves into the film, like it sometimes happens with other actors. I’ve read from other reviews that some people considered McGregor to be too ‘cartoony,’ but I didn’t think that at all. Mary-Elizabeth Winstead was also fantabulous, (cute reference to the title. See what I did there? Har, har, har). But having said that, some of the characters could’ve still been improved. One big aspect of improvement that stuck out to me was the chemistry between the characters. Frankly, there could’ve been more of it. With Wonder Woman or Guardians of the Galaxy for example, (yes, I know I shouldn’t compare DC to Marvel), the characters were immensely entertaining by either being emotionally invested with each other and to the audience, bantering nonstop, etc. In Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey, Harley’s personality obviously shines through, but a majority of the characters are just kinda there in the movie with Harley. It would’ve been nice if they had been more animated or vivacious in their personalities, (aside from McGregor and Winstead). You only feel the chemistry between the characters towards the end of the movie, leaving the viewer feel a bit cheated. And because of that, the various characters’ background stories get swept under the rug as cliched, rather than fulfilling their potential of being engrossing and enchanted with personality. But having described the areas the film could’ve improved in, it’s not that bad, especially when compared to other bombing reviews.

“Get ready, ladies.”

Move over, Lady and the Tramp. We’ve got a new pair of lovers.

I recall someone in IMDB’s reviews calling Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey “an Antifa film,” (I know—hilarious and dramatic). Another as being “a DC chick flick” and “Deadpool 2 knock-off.” But I completely disagree with those. Sure, it’s not what it could’ve been. But that doesn’t mean that it’s bad. I’m still glad that it was made. It’s fun, entertaining, and great for those looking for just that.

  Genre: Action/Crime

Rating: R.

Time: 1 Hour, 49 minutes

Final Verdict: B

PS: In case y’all were curious as to how my  “giddy six-year-old”  Harley Quinn fangirl looked like the day I went–here ya go! Enjoy the goodies, haha.

  Here's a little Valentine's treat for you guys! Dana's Film Review: Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey (2020). Check it out! #harleyquinn #birdsofprey #harleyquinnbirdsofprey #margotrobbie #film #critic #filmcritic #huntress #blackmask After 2016’s Suicide Squad, audiences had mixed reactions to the Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey…