#i know this is mean but i do not like her. sweatshirt digger

[folkloregirlfriend]

i am. going to commit something very bad

#remember when i said i buy oversized sweatshirts from the mens section of hm #so my brothers gf came over and she didn't brinf a jacket so the asshole that is my brother #gave her my oversized hoodie #and she thinks its his so she's never giving it back #i know this is mean but i do not like her. sweatshirt digger #i need it back #and if i tell my brother he'll be like it's okay I'll get you a new one #i don't want a new one. i wanted that worn out one #get your girlfriend a new one #yaar apni sweatshirt do na kya hai ye

[saturngrqy]

hi! can you write a concept about grayson and y/n arguing about graysons girl best friend?? make it angsty😋 thank you!!

OOOH IM EXCITED ABOUT THIS THANK U BEBE

warnings- angst, fluff at the end doe, cursing

When Grayson asked me over for a movie night, I expected some cuddles, a nice movie, and some quality time with my favorite person.

What I didn’t expect, was his girl best friend , Layla, to tag along too. I especially didn’t expect to be sitting on the other side of the couch, alone, scrolling on my phone, while Layla and Grayson sat together on the other side, laughing and giggling at the movie. Every now and then, Layla would whisper something in his ear, Gray would laugh, and I’d roll my eyes.

All night, I sat alone while Layla and Grayson were practically on top of each other. Grayson didn’t say a single word to me after she arrived. 

My final straw was when Layla’s hand reached across Grayson’s chest and whispering something in his ear, seemingly flirty, as a deep blush rose to his cheeks. 

“I’m going to bed. Grayson, are you coming?” I questioned, standing up abruptly.

“The movie’s not done yet, Y/n,” He replied

“Well excuse me, I’m tired of sitting next to you and Layla giggle and flirt all night. And frankly, I wasn’t watching the movie, and you clearly weren’t either” I suddenly snapped, storming off to our room. 

I could hear Layla snort, only pissing me off more. 

-

It wasn’t until 1 am that I finally heard Layla’s annoying voice leave the house, the door closing behind her. I was relieved, until I heard Grayson’s loud steps storm down the hallway. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He yelled.

“MY problem? I wasn’t the one flirting with my ‘best friend’ all night instead of paying attention to my GIRLFRIEND,” I mocked, getting fired up he had the audacity to be mad at me. 

“I wasn’t fucking flirting Y/n, jesus, she’s my friend, she wouldn’t do that to you or me,” He seethed.

I laughed, not being able to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “Grayson. Layla doesn’t want to be just friends. Can’t you see that? You and I both were best friends like you and Layla before we started dating, and we did the exact same shit she’s doing to you. Are you blind?” I snapped. 

“You know what, Y/n? You’re just jealous. You’re jealous because I’ve known Layla longer than I have you. You’re jealous because Layla isn’t a gold digger, like you, and you’re angry that I pay more attention to her. You’re jealous because after all this time, it’s always been her, not you, her.” He spoke, hate seething through his teeth. 

My mouth fell open. My heart broke and fell to my stomach, shattering into tiny little pieces. Tears started streaming down my face, unable to believe this was the man I loved. 

“Fuck you Grayson,” I spat. “You and Layla deserve each other.” And with that, I grabbed my sweatshirt and bag, and left the Dolan’s for good. 

-

I don’t know how long I’ve been laying in my bed, bawling my eyes out. But I knew I was about to run out of the salty liquid. 

Ding. 

My phone lit up from my nightstand, signaling a text. I opened it, instantly feeling as though I was hit by a truck. It was a text from Layla, a selfie of her and Grayson. But, Grayson was laying on her shoulder, sleeping, and she had an evil smile on her face. 

Instead of replying, I blocked her number, instantly going to Grayson’s contact, typing a quick “fuck you, first this and now you’re cheating on me with her too?”

-

Grayson’s POV

I leaned away from Layla, grabbing my phone hearing an imessage notification, from Y/n. 

fuck you, first this and now you’re cheating on me with her too? It read. 

What the fuck, I thought, quickly shooting back an “I’m not cheating on you, we already broke up. Plus I told you, I don’t like Layla like that, now get over yourself, we’re done.”

I rolled my eyes, sighing. 

“What’s wrong?” Layla asked. 

“Y/n thinks I’m cheating on her with you. I can’t believe her, we are literally just friends.” I spoke angrily, not being able to believe why she wouldn’t trust me. 

“Yeah,” Layla said quietly. “I have to go to the bathroom real quick,” 

I nodded at her, noticing her phone was still on. I went to turn it off, but her screen lit up, a text from none other than Y/n herself. I clicked on it, going to their texts.

What the fuck, I thought. Inside their texts was a picture Layla took of me sleeping on her shoulder, with the note “read” under it. It all suddenly dawned on me. 

Y/n only thought I was cheating on her because Layla sent her this. I didn’t even mean to sleep on her, I was taking a nap, and when I woke up I wasn’t even leaning on her. Did she purposely put my head on her?

Layla comes out of the bathroom. 

“What the fuck did you do,” I questioned angrily. She noticed her phone in my hand, realizing I knew what she sent Y/n. 

“I can explain,” She stuttered.

“No, Layla, I can’t believe you, you betrayed my trust,” 

“Can’t you tell, Grayson? She’s not right for you, I am. She doesn’t trust you, but I do. We were made for each other, Gray. She can’t make you laugh like I can, she’s an attention seeking bitch,” She exclaimed. 

My face scrunched up, disgusted by her. Y/n was right, as always. She’s always right. I should have never met Layla. 

“Call her a bitch again, Layla. If anyone is being the bitch here, it’s you. Get out.”

Her mouth shut, awkwardly walking away. 

“I’m sorry,” she attempted before finally walking out the door.

-

Y/n’s POV

A loud knock interrupted my sobs. At first I tried to ignore it, but it just kept going. 

“Y/n, open up,” Grayson’s deep voice yelled.

I quickly shot up, confused as to why he’s here, probably to call me a gold digger again. I ran down the stairs before opening the door, softly peeking my head through the crack. 

“Can we talk?” He whispered.

“About,” I said, coldly. 

Instead of responding, he opened the door wider, walking in and engulfing me in a large hug. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n. You were right. I never laid on Layla, she moved my head in my sleep. I don’t love her, I love you. I said all that bullshit because I was angry you didn’t trust me, but if I was you, I wouldn’t trust you either. I never meant what I said, I promise, it’s always been you, my love. I love you,” he said, giving me a soft peck on my forehead. 

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan blurb #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan #ethan dolan blurb #ethan dolan smut #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfic #dolan twins smut #dolan twins fluff #dolan twins fic #my writing

[kiatheinsomniac]

Away from the Parties: Ezio M! AU

Part I here     Part II here

(Y/n)'s Wednesday Italian history class had just come to an end and she rose from her seat, jogging down the steps of the hall to make her way back home to all her roommates. She wanted to go over some of the notes she'd taken during the class that evening and was looking forward to a nap.

But, she was stopped by a hand on her lower back as soon as she set foot over the threshold of the exit. It was Ezio's hand on her back that was leading her away. The (h/c)-haired female felt a few looks from other people: some jealous, others finding the seemingly new couple cute (not that they were a couple) and others hoping the two weren't about to get up to something wholly inappropriate in the public space.

"Ciao." He flashed his signature smile, one that brightened up (Y/n)'s mood instantly and - judging by the pull at her lips - it was contagious too. "So, I was thinking about you telling me about wanting to see that new movie with some of your friends but none of you had any time to see it all together." The (e/c)-eyed female nodded her head, remembering the texted conversation quite clearly. It made her feel warm inside to know that he had been thinking of her - a feeling that she was unfamiliar with but liked a lot and could certainly get used to. "It's being shown at this drive-in movie place and I was wondering if you have time to see it with me today at seven?" He proposed. (Y/n) couldn't help the beaming grin that painted her face.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, "I'll be ready to meet you."

"I'll pick you up. It's a date." He smiled happily. He reached forward to place a hand at the back of her neck, fingers ruffling her soft hair a little as he stooped down to press a quick kiss to the crown of her head. But the action was over as soon as it had begun and he walked away, throwing his bag over his shoulder so that he could go to his boxing then return home to prepare himself for his date with his crush. Though, they had become close friends very quickly over the past month and a half.

(Y/n) found herself momentarily stunned by the action before a plume of butterflies erupted in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks in a hot blush. She tried her best to not smile like a lovestruck schoolgirl but found that simply impossible as she began to make her way home.

♡♡♡

(Y/n) had struggled with what to wear. She wanted to look nice for the date but wanted to be comfortable too seeing as they would be sitting in Ezio's car for a long time to watch the movie.

Eventually, she had decided on a pair of comfortable dark grey plaid trousers with a thick black belt and a mustard yellow jumper accompanied by a pair of black converse. the top half of her hair was styled up into a fan bun at the back of her head and the rest was allowed to fall loose around her face and shoulders. She had applied some subtle makeup before nodding happily at her reflection in the mirror, throwing a small bag over her shoulder; she had made a stop on the way home to buy some snacks and drinks.

"Oh?" Aya piped up as (Y/n) sat down in the living room, waiting for Ezio to message her that she was outside, "Why do you look so nice? Going over to Ezio's again?" (Y/n) paused for a moment at that comment and thought about it. She had been spending so much time with him that even the other girls noted that the only time she ever left (aside from to attend classes) was to visit her friend. She had 'attended' all of Ezio's previous parties too, and by 'attended', she had stayed in his room, slept around the night and helped him clean up in the morning or treat his hangover. She just liked to spend time with him, it never failed to make her happy.

"Uh. . ." She replied somewhat shyly, "He's taking me out on a date actually." She smiled softly to herself, smoothing down a sticker on her phone case to avoid eye contact.

"Be careful there, lass, he's known to be a player." Mary input as she joined the conversation.

"Not really," She looked up, ready to speak in his defence, "that's just what he lets people believe. All of his past girlfriends have been gold diggers and it's a shame really, because when you get him to talk about it, you can see that they've really hurt him. And yes, he used to sleep around a lot, but he said that was just his way of trying to forget and to get some sort of revenge." She paused for effect, "He hasn't been with any girls since we started talking, or even before that. I. . . I trust that he's being genuine."

"Awee." Anne cooed, making (Y/n) roll her (e/c) orbs.

"Look, I just really like him, ok? I feel happy whenever I'm around him and when he does something cute or thoughtful, I just feel all warm and- I've never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to let go of it." She smiled to herself as she looked down at her lap.

"You sappy romantic." Kassandra teased as she clapped her friend on the back.

"Coming from you, I hear your phone calls to Kyra and I know that you can't wait to go back to Greece to see her this summer." (Y/n) threw back, making her Greek friend laugh nervously to try and divert attention from the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, and Aya, you can stop teasing too because whenever you see Bayek, you quite literally pounce on him," (Y/n) added.

"It was one time!" The Egyptian young woman burst out, making the other girls burst out laughing. (Y/n)'s phone buzzed and she looked down to see the message on her screen:

Ezio♡: hey I'm here x

(Y/n) stood up, tucking the phone into her pocket before saying goodbye and almost skipping out the door. What was the problem in acting like a lovesick high school girl anyway? If you're going to love someone, why not openly enjoy every wonderful feeling that it came with? She reasoned.

When she reached the car park, Ezio was waiting there in his sleek black car. (Y/n) made her way to the passenger side, sitting in the seat and greeting her date with a smile.

"Hey." She spoke. He wore a pair of jeans with a Gucci belt and a red sweatshirt. Designer trainers were on his feet. Hell, all of his current outfit was probably some high-up brand or another judging by his wardrobe.

"You look beautiful." He complimented, looking her up and down, "As always." (Y/n)'s lips quirked up at the compliment as she reached behind her to grab her seatbelt. She turned her head to look at the backseats - or where they should have been.

The olive-skinned male had put the seats down flat on the car floor to fit in a small air mattress. It had a duvet on it and various fluffy blankets and pillows. Little string lights were woven into the handles on the ceiling and would be golden when turned on. There was a bag filled with bottles of water and snacks too. (Y/n)'s heart melted as easily as butter over heat as she turned to look at her date who had been watching her reaction.

"Uh, Claudia suggested that I bring you on a date with few people - because of your anxiety - so I settled for the drive-in movie but I wanted to make it nice and I'd seen tweets from girls about loving things like this so-" (Y/n) cut off his nervous rambling by putting her hand on his knee.

"It's wonderful, Ezio." She felt her heart doing somersaults in her chest, "And I'm really touched that you were keeping my anxiety in mind while planning this." A glowing smile painted her lips, "It's so sweet of you." He smiled in triumph and happiness that she liked the little extra effort he had gone through for her. Usually, he'd take girls to expensive restaurants or concerts for dates but he had to keep her needs in mind. She may not be comfortable eating in public or being in a somewhat busy environment for so long and he knew from the way that they met that a concert date would only be disastrous. Her hand remained on her knee and he took her fingers in his own, interlacing them as he began to drive.

(Y/n) found her whole body subconsciously turning into him while music played from the speakers with him phone plugged into the auxiliary - it was a nice and sweet acoustic playlist.

♡♡♡

They soon reached the drive in and paid for their tickets, getting a spot relatively close to the front behind a conveniently low-roofed car. Ezio had opened the boot of his own car so that they could climb into the little setup he had put together and he turned on the lights once they were both laid back. They cast a soft, warm and romantic glow over the two. They waited for the movie to start while other people began parking their cars in the area.

"No, no, no," Ezio laughed while (Y/n) clutched her sides, he placed his hand on her side to get her attention, having to try his best to not laugh himself, "I haven't eaten roses, I swear."

"Lies." (Y/n) teased, still giggling.

"No, I mean: you know when you get a really strong smell of something to the point that you can taste it in the back of your throat?" (Y/n) nodded her head of (h/c) tresses. This had all started over a discussion on a bottle of rose lemonade that Ezio had bought for the date. (Y/n) had inquired whether it really tasted like roses, making Ezio answer with a 'sì' - this, in turn, had made (Y/n) teasingly question if he'd eaten a rose to know this. She knew full well that he had not but it was nice to see him looking so cute while he pouted. There was an open bag of popcorn beside them; it had been intended for the movie but the two of them simply couldn't resist the two bags of snacks that they had with them. He took a sip from the bottle ( (Y/n) had already expressed that she didn't mind sharing the bottle with him) "Ok, really though, do you want to try some?"

(Y/n) had enjoyed laying with him in the back of his car for the past fifteen minutes - hell, she enjoyed every second that she'd spent with him since they first met in his sister's room at that party. She couldn't help but want to be so much more than his friend, she wanted all of the happiness and warmth that he brought her and she wanted to be a girl that he could trust to not use him for his family money.

"Ok, I'll have a taste." She spoke shyly, thinking over her next move. The dark-haired male held out the bottle to her but she reached past it, sitting up to meet him as her hands cupped his face and she collided her lips with his. Surprised at her burst of courage, but most certainly not put off, Ezio held onto the drink with one hand to prevent it from spilling while the other went to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him so that she was leaning into his body. When she pulled away, one of her hands fell to the back of his neck while her thumb caressed his cheek. Ezio reached behind him to carefully settle the drink down while she gently nudged her nose against his, letting out the smallest of satisfied sighs. He felt her eyelashes brush against him as she fluttered her eyes open. He did the same, warm golden-brown meeting (e/c) in a loving gaze.

"Can I- can I do that again?" She breathed. Ezio replied by colliding their lips once more, both of his arms snaking behind her. One pressed into her lower back to make her body melt against his while the other went to the back of her neck, cradling her head and gently tangling his fingers in her hair. Her hands ran down his chest, retreating back up to lay on the sides of his neck, thumbs featherly caressing his jaw. He savoured the taste of her cherry lipgloss and the warmth and softness of her lips on his own scarred ones. They both pulled away after a while.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long, you have no idea." He mused against her lips. He watched her cheeks become alight with heat as she glanced shyly to the side. He smiled sweetly at her, caressing her waist-length hair.

"I. . . That was my first kiss. . ." She mumbled against his lips and yet she couldn't help the little smile that tugged at her own.

"And it makes me happy to know you trust me with that." He held her close to him in an intimate embrace.

"But I didn't just do that because I felt like it in the moment. . ." She began, if there ever was a chance to tell him how she felt, it was now, "I really like you Ezio, like, really like you. I. . . I want to be more than this." She mustered up the courage to look him in the eye. "I thought we were so different with you being such a social butterfly and me taking any form of social interaction," She laughed nervously, "But we started talking and we have so much more in common than anyone would think. And when I'm with you, I just want infinite time so that I can spend it all with you. I love how happy and just. . . warm you make me feel. I've never felt this way about anyone before so it's scary and yet. . . I don't want to let go of this. I want you."

"Oh, amore mio, you've found all of the words that I couldn't." He smiled as he rolled her onto her back, hovering over her in a somewhat possessive and yet wholly loving embrace, "Ti prometto che ti darò il mondo." He pressed a quick kiss to the end of her nose before they heard the movie begin and they sat up to cuddle into each other while they watched it.

♡♡♡

When they were driving back, (Y/n) had expressed how tired she was and how she wanted to stay the night at Ezio's. He had gladly agreed which is why he was ushering her inside his home, following in behind her. Claudia's head popped up from the living room sofa. She beamed a grin when she saw that Ezio had even taken her home after their date (which Claudia mostly planned but decided to let him take the credit for - she wanted them to get together anyway).

"Dimmi che l'hai baciata!" She called to tease the new couple.

"Claudia. . ." Maria warned, looking up from her book and speaking with a warning tone, not wanting to make the guest in her home uncomfortable (though, she anticipated a positive answer too, happy to finally see her son with a nice girl who was not looking for money like the others).

"How could I not?" He replied back to his younger sister in the same tone as her own, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist before leading her upstairs, carrying her bag for her like a gentleman. She collapsed onto his bed, smiling against the sheets as she recalled their kiss. She felt Ezio lay down behind her, half on her, as he wound his arms around her, pressing kisses to the side of her face and trailing down to her neck. "Ti amo, (Y/n)." He breathed heavily against her (s/t) skin, holding her (b/t) body flush against his own. She took one of his hands in her own and brought it up to her lips to kiss his handsomely tanned skin.

"Ti amo anch'io, cuore."

#ezio auditore da firenze #young ezio auditore #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore/ reader #modern au #assassins creed modern au #modern arno dorian #ac modern au #party au

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Unpredictable

Just a oneshot that I made because I really don’t know what to write. Basically, this takes place in Pinky AU. Except, it’s a little AU-ish off of that universe.

(SONIC’S POV)

Amy’s been acting weird these past few weeks. I mean, she isn’t laughing at my jokes, and now I’m starting to get a little concerned. She never acts all serious. She’s acting all distant from me! I tried hugging her in bed, but she flinched and ran to the bathroom. She wouldn’t come out all night! She started wearing black hoodies and sweatpants. I tried to ask her what’s wrong, but she always slips out of my grasp. 

Today we’re going out with our friends. We try to find time every week to just chill with our friends. Knuckles and Rouge are married, Tails and Cream are engaged. Amy and I are also married, but right now, she isn’t talking to me. As soon as the girls came, they wanted to gossip, and Amy grudgingly followed them. I told the boys what was happening.

     “Hey guys, Amy’s acting all weird. She keeps flinching and twitching when I try to touch her.” Knuckles looked up. 

      “I watch shows like these! It means she’s hiding something!” I sat up, listening intently to what the dumb echidna had to say, while I sipped on some coke. “I’d say she’s cheating on you!” I spat out my drink all over Knuckle’s face.

     “But, Amy’s loyal! She’d never cheat on Sonic. She loves him, and knows that anyone who tries anything with her would die! There’s no way that she’s in an affair!” Tails yelled at Knuckles for his dumb theory. There’s absolutely no way that she could cheat on me, right? 

I looked over to see that she was gently nodding at the girls, before tightening her hood. Have I mentioned that she’s wearing my sweatshirt? It doesn’t fit her properly because of that small frame of her’s. She sure is my wife. She is hiding something, but she couldn’t be cheating on me. She’s never on her phone, and she’s always at home. We usually dance a lot, but ever since we had some...’fun,’ she’s made sure that she was as far away from me as possible. I thought that right now was the best time to confront her, because she looked a little more open than usual.

I walked over to where Amy and the girls were sitting and took Amy by the the arm, gently, and she looked up at me, her jade eyes confused and a bit spooked about me coming out of nowhere.

     “Ames, can we talk?” I asked. Her eyes widened, Rouge made a ‘wait-a-minute’ look, and Cream was throwing imaginary daggers at me. I pulled Amy to the staircase of the house, and sat her down. I sat down next to her, and took her hands in mine.

     “What do you need, Sonic?” Amy said, almost emotionlessly. It kinda hurt that she said it like that. I took a deep breath in, and hoped that what I was going to ask her wasn’t true.

     “A-Are you cheating on...me?” Amy’s eyes look horrified as she backed up against the railings.

     “What the fuck, Sonic?! Are you questioning my loyalty to you?!” She scoffed at his disgusting assumptions. She rolled her sleeve up to show her hand. A bright gold ring was shining on her fourth finger. “I wear my wedding ring with pride, Sonic the Hedgehog. What makes you think I’m cheating on you?!” She stood up and went to their room, and slammed the door loudly. A few moments later, a disapproving Rouge and Cream entered the picture.

     “Did you actually think she was cheating on you? You are so disgusting, Sonic.” Rouge spat out. She went up the stairs, Cream following. Sonic dragged himself back to where Knuckles and Tails were.

     “What happened?” Knuckles asked, his mouth full of french fries. Sonic sighed.

     “I asked her if she was cheating with me and she got upset. She asked if I was ‘questioning her loyalty.’ Then your women were eavesdropping on us, and now they’re currently comforting her.” Tails turned to Knuckles to smack him in the head.

    “OW! What the fuck was that for?!” Knuckles yelled, rubbing at the place where Tails hit him.

    “That was for telling Sonic to ask the dumbest question ever to Amy!” He snapped. They then looked at Sonic. He was banging his head against the coffee table. 

     “Sonic, just apologize.” A female voice said. The person emerged from the kitchen. It was Lyra, Sonic’s little sister. (MY STORY, I can decide whether I want my OC)

     “BUT SHE WON’T FORGIVE MEEEE.” Sonic whined.

      “To be honest, I just thought that she married you because you’re rich, and you’re the only person that loves her romantically.” Knuckles said bluntly. That blunt dialogue of his might get him killed one day. Sonic glared at the red echidna. He just had to open his big mouth.

       “LISTEN HERE, KNUCKLES, SHE’S THE SWEETEST YET FIERCEST WOMAN I KNOW. SHE IS EVERYTHING, BUT A GOLD DIGGER!” Sonic shouted. Knuckles however, seemed unfazed. “She never asks for anything. All she asked for was to be loved...” He stood up, determined to make her happy and feel loved again. “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

-

       “HE THOUGHT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM! IS HE REALLY OBLIVIOUS TO ALL THE CLUES I’VE BEEN DROPPING?!” Amy cried as her friends tried to console her. She’s been crying for five minutes.

      “Amy, it’s not healthy to stress. You know what could happen if you don’t.” Cream warned her. Amy nodded, and proceeded to take deep breaths. A gentle knock was heard at the door. Before anyone could say anything, Sonic barged in. 

     “You could’ve at least waited for someone to reply to the door.” Sonic just shook his head.

     “My house. I can enter any room I want.” Amy scowled at what he had said. 

     “It’s also rude to interrupt your wife’s conversations, Sonic.” She snarled at him. He just smiled. He then motioned for the other two to get out. They obeyed submitingly, their eyes telling Amy to not accept his apology without a fight. Amy was internally happy that he was going to apologize. She kind of regretted not telling him the truth. She knew better than anyone that he loved kids. A lot.

      “Ames.” He said, as he slowly walked to the bed. She turned away, avoiding his gaze. He slightly felt hurt for it, but then remembered that it was his fault. He sat on the bed, carefully turning Amy’s small frame in his direction. “There’s something you’re hiding from me. What is it? You know that your problems are also mine, so if you have anything on your mind...” Amy tried to keep in a sob, but felt too emotional, which she never was. She was cheery, but also an expert at hiding her emotions. 

She sobbed in her husband’s chest, letting all the tears that she’d been hiding from him go out. Sonic comforted her, keeping her tight against his chest, but not too tight. She slowly leaned back and sniffled. Her glossy pink lips quivered.

    “I-I’m...pregnant...” Sonic leaned back, shock filling his face. Amy examined it, trying to find hints of what he felt other than surprise. Unfortunetely for her, she couldn’t read her lover’s face.

   “This...is...THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!~” He grabbed Amy and spun her around, before kissing her on the lips. He pulled up her sweatshirt, and gently stroked her stomach. “Hey there little guy, or girl. I’m your dad. I promise you that I’m going to be the best daddy ever! I’m going to make sure that you’re always happy. Now, your mommy here, she doesn’t need to try, because she’s already the best mommy ever because she’s carrying you three.” Sonic’s nuzzled his cheek into her stomach.

     “You would make a good dad...Sonic.” Amy said, before she was caught in another passionate kiss. She pulled away. “Besides, with my symptoms, I’m pretty sure that there’s more than one baby.” She walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Sonic standing there, processing everything she just said.

#sonamy #lyra ze hedgie boiii #sonamy fanfiction #sonamy fanfics #sonamy au #sonamy love #sonamy children #sonamy babies #pinky au #oh my god yess

[bucky-iss-bae]

Little Miss CEO - (Billy Russo x Reader) - Part 5

Part 5 of Little Miss CEO - Hope you all enjoy x

Fandom: Marvels The Punisher

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 2700ish 

Warnings: A few swears, mentions of death and murder and bitchy friendssss

Summary: Billy and Y/N get set up by their friends, but they clash heads more than they get on. He thinks she’s a gold digger bitch and she thinks he’s Mr Obnoxious, are either of them, everyone else thinks that they’re too stubborn for their own good and probably get on.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, any feedback is welcome x Also sorry for how long it’s taken, ya girl has her Dissertation due in a few days and is in a constant state of a mental breakdown instead. 

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Little Miss CEO Part 4 

Part 5 

When I got home that evening Karen actually told me that she’d already called them both down for dinner. A bit taken back at that considering I’ll be showering, getting ready and then cooking I agreed and ran to shower so I would have time to cook.

After my shower, I threw on a sweatshirt and leggings to go help Karen with the food. I was cooking up some butter chicken on skewers and grilled along with flatbread and a nice salad and chutney dip. Karen made lasagne and some garlic bread, fresh garlic bread at that, I don’t know how but apparently it was good.

It was nice in the kitchen, talking gossiping, dancing to whatever music she had playing on her phone. We used to do this a lot in our old apartment, just baking, having fun, forgetting about all our problems. But it’s amazing how we’ve grown since then, a better apartment, better jobs, and more money to buy more food.

“I regret calling them. They won’t appreciate this food, and we could just sit here and pig out and enjoy ourselves” she grumbled.

I laughed at her as she was staring into the oven looking at the garlic bread she had made. “I just can’t believe you didn’t give me any warning. What if I had plans?” I asked her.

“I know you well enough to know you didn’t have plans, anyone you would have plans with are all going to be here today. And I would know if you had plans with your siblings”

I snorted she was right, I probably wouldn’t be making this much food, instead, just order something unhealthy and regret it.

“I don’t need to get changed do I? I really don’t want to”

“No, you look fine. And I know it would be like trying to change a toddler”

I grinned at her, even if I needed to I wouldn’t.

While we were in the kitchen the door opened up and Frank called through the apartment, “We’re here” He yelled,

I felt my stomach do a flip knowing Billy is also here and I hate that I feel like this.

“Does he have a key?” I asked her

She gave me a sheepish smile, “Yeah... but listen, I thought I told you and he would never disrupt our space without warning, and well we’re looking for an apartment”

“You don’t need to explain, I don’t mind,” I told her with a smile, we both then turned as the guys walked in,

Billy looked sharp. As per usual. He wore a suit, but this time had champagne in his hands.

“I tried to get him to dress like a normal person” Franks deep voice grumbled, “But instead he wanted to impress his girl” A smirk growing on his face.  

I saw Billy’s cheeks tint red slightly as Frank went to go kiss Karen before he looked at me,

“How’re you?” He asked me with a small smile,

“I’m good thank you, how are you?”

He rose his eyebrows at Frank who was smirking, “Well, he dragged me here, so you know”

I looked at Karen who acted like she was more interested in her food again.

“Alright cool, so when we eating? I’m hungry” I told them ignoring everything,

“When did you last eat?” Frank asked with a smirk,

I looked at Billy who went even redder, “Don’t say anything Frankie”

“Awh, c’mon Bill, if I can’t play with ya now, when can I? Also, Babe, he got her lunch today, trekked across the city to see her, and when I say city, I just mean from one high rise to another” Frank said to Karen,

She rose her eyebrows at me, “That’s cute” She smirked, “Why don’t you buy me food?” She asked Frank, I snorted at how she turned the tables and his mouth was gaped open at loss for words.

“Well, while you think of something to say, I set the table earlier, if everyone wants to go sit down I’ll bring the food in,” I told them,

Billy, ended up helping me with this, as soon as those two went in he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me lightly on the lips, “Hey” He mumbled,

“Oh, so you were shy earlier huh?” I joked.

He chuckled, “You know what them two are like. They’ll get excited over it. Make a few jokes. Rip us to shreds, the norm”

I laughed a little, “Awh, can Billy not take a few jokes?” I teased pinching his cheeks.

He just smiled and tipped his head to the side, “What do I need to take in?”

I passed him the food and he started taking it in, when we were all seated and ready to dig in I got a call from my brother.

We were sat around the table, Karen and I facing each other and the guys on each side.

“Who’s calling ya, and can we start eating?” Frank asked me

I nodded, “Dig in guys, I just gotta take this,” I said grabbing the phone, I wasn’t sure if it was an emergency considering my brother never calls randomly usually he sends a message beforehand,

“Hello?” I asked answering the phone,

“Hey, how you doing?”

“I’m alright. How are you?” I asked cautiously while getting up walking towards the kitchen,

“Well, I spoke to Brianna earlier. She said something about someone you’re seeing”

I rolled my eyes, “Tommy! It’s not a big deal lay off it for the moment alright”

“Nah, fucking hell Y/N. What the fuck? Just what’s going through your mind huh?” He asked,

“What does it matter to you? It’s not your life alright. We’ll talk whenever it’s Bries Party. So stop being so aggressive”

“I just want to watch out for you, you’ve been through a lot, I don’t want any random dickhead to fuck that up”

“I know this. Trust me I do. But my life is in a good place. Everyone who fucked me over is in the past I’m a grown ass woman Thomas!”

“They’re all going to be there next week,” He said, “You need to be careful. And you bringing anyone?” He asked, obviously hinting at what he initially called me about, “Wait shit how you been?”

“Well, I was doing alright until you called. And no I’m not, I don’t know yet. Probably not why?” I asked referring to me taking a plus one to my sister's party.

“You know why. What you up to?”

“I was just about to eat. I’ve got a few friends over”

“Fuck off, is he there?” My brother asked me.

“Yes you dumbass”

All I heard was him laughing on the other side, “Damn, sorry then”

“Uh huh” I muttered, “I’ll talk later. Try not to ruin my dinner again”

He just let out a bark of a laugh still recovering from a few seconds ago, “Bye”

I then hung up and went to sit down feeling a little frustrated.

“You good?” Karen asked,

“Nah. Tommy is a prick” I grumbled,

“Why? What did he say?” She asked while I started to put my food in,

“Nothing, he started talking about who’s going to be at my sister's party next week, if I was going, who I’m going with and who’s going to be there. Saying shit about how everyone in my past will be there. Just what I want” I grumbled while putting my food in,

“At your sister's party?” Frank asked,

I nodded, “Yeah, I’m thinking of going and getting wine drunk. That’ll end me and I can just pass out in one of their rooms”

Karen snorted at that, “That’ll do it”

“Wait, I’m really lost. So people you don’t like are going to be at your sister's party?” Frank asked, “Or, just people that you used to know?”

“Both. People I used to know that I don’t like”

“And why don’t you like them?”

“There’s enough reason” I grumbled at that, “And so many people I know will be there and considering both my younger siblings now have their own partners and families, the questions will be thrown my way about why I’m the only one without anyone. ‘Oh what’s going on in your life’, ‘do you have anybody’, ‘are you pregnant’, ‘are you a lesbian’, ‘can you get me a free pass into your gym’, ‘oh it’s a bit of a masculine job isn’t it’. There’s a lot of contradicting questions. It’s all just... I’m not ready for it” I sighed, “Sorry for ruining dinner”

“Oh no, we needed to talk about something why not the lovely people from your past, better than ours” Billy smirked,  

I grimaced, but before could speak up Karen decided to add a little to the conversation,

“What if” She started, “You just take someone with you,” She said with a small twinkle in her eye as she looked at me then at Billy,

Frank started laughing at this, “Fucking perfect. Take him, he won’t say no”

“That’ll literally be throwing him in the deep end,” I said especially after what my brother said,

“He knows how to swim. He’s got the charm, I could say he has the looks”

“Right and let him get the brunt of me being scrutinized whilst there for being with him” I asked,

“Awh come on, how will anyone scrutinize you?” Frank then asked looking slightly wary,

I shrugged, “It’s obvious isn’t it? I’ll be called a gold digger. I mean people already talk asking how I managed to get this far myself, as soon as I walk in there with a rich guy on my arm they’ll call me a gold digger, I didn’t do all my work myself,”

It’s like when I said that everyone relaxed,

“Do you care what people think of you?” Frank asked, “Especially those people”

I thought for a second before shaking my head, “No. Why?”

“Then why would you care if they called you a gold digger?”

“Oh shit, have I been too busy trying not to overthink that it’s made me overthink? That’s so true Frank, I don’t give a shit, but I feel like everyone should give him an option” I said,

“Oh no. He doesn’t have an option. Let’s throw him in the deep end, meet the family”

I looked at Billy who looked so confused, “So, I don’t know if I was asked... or what’s really going on right now”

“You’re going to meet the family Bill” Frank grinned,

“Right, and do I have an option in any of this? Or does that not count?”

“You make enough decisions at work. We’ll take that workload off you for once”

I laughed at that and looked at Billy, “You down? You can say no if you want”

He rose his eyebrows and smiled at me, “Sure, won’t be that difficult, will it. We’ll just tell people that I’m the gold digger”

I snorted at that, “Also I need to apologise beforehand, my brothers are pricks, both of them are, and with everything that happened with my parents, and with dirtbag friends, they’re really protective over me”

Billy nodded, “What do your brothers do?”

“Tommy works for the CIA” I told him, “The other one, Kai, is a Lawyer”

“Damn, for real? Did he go college or anything?” Frank asked,

“Which one?”

“Both?”

“Ok so, they’re twins the one who just called is the older one, he joined the Navy as soon as he was out of school, then about 3 years ago got a job with the CIA. The younger of the two when he left school he joined the Marines, than a few years after managed to get into Columbia, and is now a lawyer with a wife and kid. And then my sister is a senior surgeon”

“Damn, your family sounds like something else. Parents must be proud huh” Frank asked as soon as he said this he yelped out in pain, “What was that for?” he asked Karen.

I just smiled and shook my head and carried on eating before answering, “My parents passed when I was 17, my grandparents took us in but they were old. By the time I was 18, they chose to go in care homes themselves. I raised my younger siblings. They were literally kids, aged from 11 to 15. I had to work hard to make sure they had good lives and raised them before looking after myself. So I think I’ll take credit for them doing so well” I joked.

“How did I not know about your parents. Damn, I’m sorry” Frank said,

“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know, not many people do”

“Can I ask what happened?’

Both Billy and Karen looked at him and he rose his hands in mid-air, “It’s just a question, c’mon guys”

“Nah, don’t worry. It was about 12 years ago anyway, and home invasion, they were killed. But it’s all good the guys who done it were caught, and well I’m living a good life so are my siblings. I’m not over it, but I’ve recovered emotionally from it” I said not wanting to dampen the mood any longer,

“Nah that’s good then that is, that you guys are doing well. What brother called, and does Bill need to worry?”

“The one who works for the CIA” I said, “But they’re not too bad, the other one, the one who was in the marines, he hates my sister’s husband, kind of, in a joking way I guess. But that’s because of personal beef from when they were kids that they’ve stretched out. Also I hate my brother for calling, damn I didn’t think a conversation would go on this long.”

“I’m just curious Y/N. Just curious” He smirked and threw a not so sly wink at Billy,

“Uh huh, so where are you two moving to?” I asked changing the subject away from me so I could eat more and listen,

“We’re still looking,” Karen told me, “Well, we say that but it’s not getting far”

“It’s difficult on our wages. Not everyone can be like you two” Frank smirked at us,

“What're our wages got anything to do with it?”  Billy asked Frank,

“Let me re-phrase this then, if we sold both your cars we could probably pay in cash for a decent apartment”

“Why don’t you both just move in here? Makes it easier to save” I offered,

“What really?” Karen asked,

I nodded, “I thought that was an option for you guys?”

“Well, we didn’t want to ruin your space. Basically third wheeling and all” Frank said

“I’m sure I’ll be fine being the third wheel, I’m at work most of the time anyway”

Karen looked at Frank who looked back at her, “I’m fine with whatever. You see what I currently live in. This wouldn’t be a bad upgrade” He said looking around, “But if you want to think about it, I’m fine with whatever you are”

They both smiled at each other and I rose my eyebrows but had a small smirk on my face, their relationship at first was a little rocky. With Franks past, it made things difficult, but they got through it.

I looked at Billy who had a shit eating grin on his face he just threw a wink my way.

The rest of the evening was spent sat chatting away, after dinner we all moved to the couch area had a few drinks and before I knew it, it was 2am, I had work in the morning, so did Billy and Frank, well he just does odd jobs as a mercenary, and also works at Billy’s company training the newer recruits and Karen works with Matt and Foggy, their company doing better than it did when it first started, but neither of them were working tomorrow.

Billy left at 2ish, and that’s when I went to sleep leaving both Frank and Karen to themselves. I was a little nervous at the fact Billy would be going to my sister's housewarming party with me. I know a lot of people would gossip. Even our aunts do. I mean I’m in my early 30s, am single and have no kids. But instead people overlook the fact that I raised my younger siblings, I got them through college, lost my parents at a young age, and got myself through college whilst working a shit ton of jobs. But hey who cares, because now, I may potentially have a boyfriend, love my job, and am so proud of my siblings.  

Little Miss CEO Part 6

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A/N: So not much longer left of this. But then I’ll always be open to bonus parts of this, hope you all liked it so far. I need to attach links to each page to previous parts and future parts if that made any sense. 

But should have it all under control soon, hope you all enjoyed xoxo 

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AN: Okay so @plainwhiteluke wanted fluff which inspired me to write this. I’ve never written on tumblr before and this is probably shit but I’m posting it anyway. If my writing for some wild reason is something people like then I’ll consider doing this more often. Taglist info

“Five more minutes”

"Y/N, God I was worried you'd gone back to sleep," the band’s tour manager exclaimed, bursting into your hotel room at an ungodly hour to get you to help get the boys ready for a day of album promotion. "I've still got a few details to finalise, and Ashton, Michael and Calum are already awake, so can you go wake Luke and tell him to get ready?" she asked, in her patented I'm-not-asking tone.

"Sure thing," You slurred lazily, reluctantly standing up in order to go wake up yet another poor, unsuspecting fool. A guy you’d had a crush on for what seemed like forever, but with his fame and success you’d felt you could never tell him in fear of seeming like a gold digger. A guy that was your best friend since you were just kids.

As you slumped down the hallway in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of shorts you couldn't really see, you were unsurprised to see everyone else's rooms in the hotel were dark and silent. Lucky bastards.

You got to his door and tapped your knuckles against it a few times. No response. As suspected, you were going to have to go in. “Fantastic,” you muttered with a sigh. Luckily this was something Becky had anticipated as she gave you his room key.

"Lu, Luke," you whisper yelled in the direction of his bed. The only light source in his room was from the door you had entered through, but you could just about make out a shape on the far side of his bed next to the wall. Even with his limbs spread out messily across the mattress, there was still tons of room.

You sighed loudly, leaning across the sheets to lightly shake his shoulder. "Luke, you’ve got promotion today, remember? Becky sent me, you gotta get up and ready."

"Five more minutes," he muttered, his morning voice husky and low. You groaned.

"Believe me, I would love five more minutes, but frankly I’m scared of your tour manager and she won't let me," you told him, shaking his bare shoulder a little more.

He moved his arm, making you think he was finally getting up, but instead he just tapped the empty stretch of bed beside him.

"What?" You questioned groggily, not quite understanding what he meant.

"She's not here now, is she?" he mumbled, tapping the bed once more.

"Wait, you mean go back to sleep? Here?" You asked almost incoherently. Surely he wouldn’t want that.

"Duh," he chuckled lightly, shuffling over a little. You hesitated for a second, knowing Becky would be beyond pissed, but ultimately you gave in, flopping onto Luke's soft sheets, pulling the covers up over your shoulders.

Luke turned round to face you, before lifting his head to remove on of his pillows from underneath it. He then raised the back of your messy bun to place it under yours.

"Thanks, Lu," you mumbled gratefully, letting your head hit the warm pillow and your eyes flutter shut as you allowed yourself to fall back asleep.

Maybe it was thirty minutes later, maybe it was five. You were too asleep to care. But the guys weren’t.

"Hey, Luke have you seen Y/N? Becky sent her to wake you but-" Ashton stopped as he realised that not only was his bandmate very much not awake, but also that there was an extra lump in his bed.

"Goddammit!" Michael exclaimed expectantly, as if this what he'd guessed had happened. "Really, Y/N? Luke?" he looked at you both in turn, sighing loudly.

Luke only grunted in response, sitting up beside you, rubbing his eyes.

"Get ready!" Calum commanded, leaning against the door frame in a red leather jacket.

"I am ready, I could go out like this," you heard Luke attempt to justify from where you were hidden under the covers.

"Luke, you're not even wearing a shirt," Michael argued, sighing again.

"I can put one on," he countered, ruffling his hands through his bedhead.

Ashton moved on. "Alright, what about her, we can’t leave until she’s ready," he gestured to you, raising his eyebrows.

"She's ready," he told him, grabbing you gently, sitting you up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder in an attempt to make it look like you were sitting up of your own accord. Which you definitely were not, in fact the change in brightness made you feel more sleepy than ever.

"Ready?" Calum scoffed. "Luke, Y/N’s not wearing pants."

"Pfft, who needs pants anyway?" he retorted airily. Ashton held back a snort.

"She does, Luke. And her hair?" he asked. Now it just felt like a personal attack against you, but you didn’t mind, in fact you were finding Luke getting told off my his friends pretty funny.

The golden haired boy let out an exasperated sigh before reaching his hands up to your hair, to remove the hair tie holding your hair in a bun, letting a wave of fuzzy curls fall over your shoulders. "Here, good as new."

"It looks like she just woke up!"Michael snapped, finally done with his bandmate's bullshit makeover.

"Well that's because I did," you retorted with a laugh, letting your head stay on Luke’s bare shoulder for a moment longer. "I'm sorry, boys, we'll get dressed," you told them, grabbing Luke’s wrist, dragging him out of bed with you.

“Those two,” Calum muttered to the others as they left the room, shaking his head with a smile.

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T’Challa Fic: Keisha’s Way (ch. 1)

Synopsis

Taglist: @heyauntieeee @babygirlofwakanda @theunsweetenedtruth @sisterwifeudaku @90sinspiredgirl @airis-paris14  @afraiddreamingandloving @iliketowrite1996

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1996

“Damn baby, ride that shit,” the middle aged man moaned, under Keisha’s slow grind. Her hips swiveled in a circle as she tried to ride the dollars out of Dr. Curtis Nelson’s dick. The doctor had promised her a semester of school paid in full and she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. Hoping her flexibility and hard work got her a little extra cash to put on her books, Keisha was putting her best moves on the doctor. “Shit, girl!” Curtis pushed his hips forward, meeting Keisha’s slow bounce when she switched up her technique. 

Her thighs were on fire but she needed the nut and Dr. Nelson’s cash. The doctor’s hands gripped Keisha’s ass, the round flesh slapping against his palms. 

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” Keisha cried, leaning forward to take the sting out of her legs. Shifting her weight, Keisha placed her hands on Curtis’s chest. The student’s hips bucked violently when she neared her climax. 

Curtis wasn’t ready for his bed partner to unravel, yet. He flipped them over and settled between Keisha’s chocolate thighs. “Baby, I’m about to have you calling me daddy,” he teased, making the young woman cringe. All she wanted was the dick and money, mostly the money. The classes and books wouldn’t pay for themselves and being a graduate student made it hard to get scholarships and financial aid. 

Keisha smiled uncomfortably when Curtis’s head disappeared between her thighs and his eyes stayed set on hers. Did he have to stare at her while he ate her out? Yes, she needed the money and to knock off her edge, but Keisha wanted this sex session to end as soon as possible. Watching his salt and pepper head bob up and down between her legs was an erotic site that made her warmth a bit wetter. It was the dangerous and forbidden fruit aspect that excited her. Dr. Nelson was her father’s good friend and colleague. 

Keisha had been sleeping with him for the past two years. The man wasn’t the best in bed but his head game was something to write home about for sure. Curtis’s lips smacked as his tongue explored the depths of Keisha’s folds. “Ohhhh, right there,” she moaned, spreading her thighs and pushing Curtis’s head deeper. As her hips rolled forward, the doctor flicked his tongue against her sensitive nub, sending vibrations down her legs and making her toes curl. 

His gaze stayed stuck on his sugar baby as he ate her like a Sunday dinner. Seeing his tongue make slow circles around her clit, pushed Keisha closer to her climax. She kept her hazel eyes on Curtis as he asked, “You tryna cum or what,” inserting two fingers inside her throbbing pussy, Keisha’s hips shot up, offering an endless amount of juices to quench his thirst. 

“Shiiiiii- why’d you stop,” Keisha moaned, trying to continue fucking Curtis’s fingers through her orgasm. But before she could finish her statement, she was on her stomach with her ass in the air. 

“You gotta finish me off before you go,” he answered, shoving his piece back inside Keisha’s already quivering tightness. “Damn, your shit is still as tight as I can remember. Throw that ass back.” The doctor roughly stroked her, his balls colliding with Keisha’s ass with a crisp slap.She moved her hips back against his, the friction of their rough sex making her kitty drip. It didn’t take much to make Curtis cum. He was shouting her name and spilling into the condom two minutes later before pulling out and falling on the bed. Keisha was disappointed that she didn’t get her nut. She stuck two fingers inside herself and came at the beat of her own drum.

“Whew, you’re going to kill me, Keke. I’ll deposit that $10, 500 into your account on Monday before you leave,” he murmured, half asleep already. Good, she didn’t have to worry about the rest and would have extra money to put on the next semester. 

“Okay, I already alerted the bank about the transfer so we shouldn’t have any problems this time. Just don’t do the deposit all at once,” Keisha grabbed her sweatshirt and jeans. 

“Deal. Thanks for a good time, I’ll page you,” Dr. Nelson said, giving Keisha her cue to leave. Since his wife passed away, Curtis was very generous with money, so another sugar baby was probably on the way to take Keisha’s place. 

“Thanks, doc,” Keisha gathered her shoes and bags, leaving Curtis there to attempt to get it up for the next tenderoni.  

Packing to move across the country was a task bigger than Keisha wanted to deal with at the moment. Her baby sister was sitting on her bed, blasting Ice Cube through her Walkman. 

“Naomi, turn that shit down before you bust an ear drum,” she snapped, watching Naomi bop her head, letting the lyrics roll off her tongue. 

Keisha shook her head. The girl wanted to be from Compton so badly while they were born and raised in Orange County. You couldn’t tell Naomi that and she swore dating gang bangers meant she was hood. 

“Aye! Turn that down or get out,” Keisha yelled, this time pulling one of the cans from Naomi’s ears. “I’m trying to concentrate.” 

“What!... oh, sorry,” Naomi replied, snatching the headphones off and throwing them to the bed. “So do I get your room when you leave?” 

“No, leave my shit alone,” Keisha warned, throwing a drawer of underwear onto the bed. A pink sex toy fell out with the array of panties but luckily, Naomi missed it. 

“You are such a bitch, but I’ll miss you,” the kid sister teased. “Rashad going too?” Rashad was Keisha’s ex of two years that seemed to pop up every now and then. Most of the time it was when they both needed an itch scratched. 

“Rashad is already down there, sadly. Hopefully that nigga stays down by the Morehouse campus because he’s trouble.” Keisha admitted, her lady parts tingling thinking about their last run in. Dude fucked her so hard, she couldn’t sit right for two days. 

“Mmmhm, you’ll be fucking him as soon as you land. Hoe ass,” Naomi scoffed, shaking her head at her sister’s antics. 

“I’m not a hoe. Rashad is my first and only one I mess with occasionally. Now go find something to do other than be in my business,” Keisha lied. Sure, Rashad was her first but no one knew about her situation with Dr. I can only keep it up for five seconds Nelson. Not even her sister and they told each other everything. 

“If you say so. I’ll leave you to your packing. Make sure you leave those black pumps here for me. Those are the only heels I can walk in.” 

Keisha’s head popped up from her suitcase. “I knew your ass was snooping around in my closet.” Naomi dodged a shoe that Keisha had chucked her way. It hit the wall with a thud.

3 days later 

Packed and ready, Keisha was ready to take on ATL. Leaving California behind wasn’t that difficult even though she hated leaving her sister behind. Naomi was her best friend and she wanted her to come with her but Naomi was too busy chasing some knucklehead boy. Their mother, Gina Lane, was an interesting character. Motherly instincts didn’t come naturally to her though she was a Pediatrician. Somehow her own children, especially Keisha, didn’t get the same love that her patients did. Keisha hated her father and that was not in her character to hate anyone. But Kevin didn’t even deserve the title of father when it came to Keisha. Naomi on the other hand was his pride and joy. This hatred put an extra strain on Keisha’s relationship with her mother. 

“Keke, it’s almost 7. We need to leave,” Gina yelled from the foyer. She had patients later that morning. 

“On my way, ma,” the brown skinned beauty took one last glance at her room before turning off the light. She threw the letter she wrote for Naomi on the 20 year old’s bed and jogged down the spiral staircase. “Is Kevin already at work,” Keisha questioned, knowing her father didn’t even come home the night before. 

Gina’s face fell instantly, “Um, yeah. He sends his love.” 

“Hmm,” Keisha hummed, grabbing her bag of mixtapes. “Okay.” 

The ride to the airport was silent. Neither of them had a thing to say and Keisha wasn’t about to force it. Moving to Atlanta was probably the best decision for her and the family. That way, Gina and Kevin weren’t forced to act like they loved their eldest child. Once they reached Gate C, Gina placed a quick peck on her daughter’s cheek, mumbled an “I love you” and turned to leave. Life was cold like that, making Keisha’s heart even colder. 

The flight from California to Georgia took 4 hours and the young woman couldn’t be happier when she finally landed. It took about another 2 hours to get her luggage and arrive at her off campus studio apartment. It resembled a dorm with the dark brown bookshelf, coffee table, desk and lofted bed. Keisha would make the space her own once she got settled in and a part time job. Her savings account was about to be wiped clean unless Curtis was feeling generous. So far, he had only paid for her education which was all she asked for.

Keisha wasn’t a gold digger, but she had big dreams. Her family was capable of helping her but she was left to do it herself. That meant getting it done by any means necessary. 

Before she did any unpacking, Keisha headed down to the neighborhood coffee shop for a energy boost. Blasting “If Your Girl Only Knew” on her Walkman, Keisha walked the few blocks quicker than she thought would. The smell of coffee beans and fresh muffins warmed her senses as she neared the corner cafe. 

“What may I get you ma’am,” the young barista asked. 

“Um, I’ll take a...I’ll get a banana nut muffin and small black coffee with a little cream?” 

“That will be $2.56.” 

Keisha cussed under her breath, she forgot to grab her wallet out of her suitcase. “Shit.” 

“I’ll cover that,” a male’s voice crooned and then a $5.00 bill invaded her space. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that...thank you,” Keisha replied, turning to face the handsome man. She tried to keep her mouth closed when she was greeted with his good looks and intoxicating cologne. 

“It’s no problem. I understand how important coffee is to a student. Trust me,” he stated. 

Keisha collected her coffee and muffin and thanked the nice guy again. “Thank you...” she paused waiting to hear his name. 

“T’Challa,” he grinned. 

“Thanks T’Challa. I’m Keisha, by the way.” 

T’Challa nodded, “Keisha. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your coffee.” 

Was it possible to impregnate a woman with just a look because Keisha was sure she was expecting after meeting Mr. T’Challa. 

Face claims: 

Naomi Lane

Dr. Curtis Nelson

Rashad 

#black panther fanfiction #black panther fanfics #t'challa #t'challa fanfics #fanfics #au

[glambitions-a]

cracked door, i always wanna let you in.

audrey rose centric fanfiction | post descendants three | canon compliant | part two of ? | rating : teen | warnings : swearing, anxiety | word count : 2215 | masterlist

prompt : part two of my audrey centric fic! part one | part three

tags (open): @cherry-bxtch​, @cosmosstarstudio​

     what audrey should’ve done with her spare time was think up an apology for her friend ally, uma.  but instead, she spent it with a pair of pink tinted heart-shaped sunglasses on her eyes and a shopping bag on her arms.  it was considerably less fun without chad, or even gil (because apparently he liked fashion too.)  audrey was particularly good at blowing off emotions, pretending that her gnawing guilt screaming at her in her head wasn’t there was all too easy.

       yesterday was friday, and today is saturday which means she doesn’t have to go to school, and she can stay and mope all day. (and try on her fabulous clothes duhsies)  if chad were here, they’d order a pizza and online shop until they fell asleep, and then they’d wake up and talk shit about everything that pissed them off that week.  and god, she missed it so damn much.

       but now, her day consisted of pretending to study, which made her feel sick to her stomach because all she could think about was storming off out of uma’s room.  she accidentally imagined sitting with the three pirates and studying with them instead, which made her decide to blow off studying for a few more hours.  then, she fell on top of her bed and stared at the ceiling, ignoring the television rambling about mal and ben being the cutest couple since forever. (she ignored the part where it said that she was just a stuck up gold digger, as angry as it made her.)

     audrey couldn’t react, she was a princess for god’s sake. she wasn’t any of those things they accused her of right?  she was doing better than before, she had volunteered on the isle, helped restore the damage she had done, and apologized.  the only word that seemed to be coming out of her mouth these days was ‘sorry’. she had to be better.  if she wasn’t her grandmother would never let her back into the castle.

     her grandmother had made her stay at school to keep the other woman safe, like she was afraid of being attacked by her own fucking granddaughter.  it still burns in her heart (her own grandmother won’t trust her), and she can’t seem to keep the flame put out no matter what.  but she can’t get angry, princesses don’t get angry no matter what happens.  they turned the other cheek and smiled gracefully.  

     it’s harder to push down feelings if she has friends and people to talk to.  but nobody wants her.  she had apologized to everyone, but it wasn’t enough.  it’s not like she blamed them, she was a bitch.

    audrey groans and she visibly winces at how un-ladylike it had sounded.  the princess reached down to where her feet lay, dropping her phone down next to her from where she was scrolling through a gossip column from a random magazine.   she tugged at the fluffy blanket that was bunched up around her sock covered feet, bring it up to rest on her body as she practically hid in it. her bed was unmade, which disgusted her because she had always been taught to be clean and tidy, but today was the exception.

    she empty hole in her chest is supposed to feel warm and fill because it would be filled with loved ones and friends. instead, she is alone and her whole body feels cold sometimes. (but maybe that’s just the remnants of her mother’s curse and her own.)  she keeps pushing people, falling into her old habits.  the sneering voice in her mind in her mind tells her that she could have it all, if only she touched the staff again.  but even with how much anger audrey had, she didn’t let it consume her.  she knows that if she ever touched that staff again, she would fall prey to the same curse as her mother, but no one loves her enough to wake her.

     she finds that it’s a wretched thing to be alone.  and while her sweatpants and comfy cheer sweatshirt are soft around her body and bare skin, it isn’t enough.  what she really wants is to be held. nobody has even put a hand on her shoulder since what seems like forever ago.  even when people brush up against her they flinch away like they had been burned horribly.   clinging to ben is a distant memory, and hugging chad is even fainter than that.

    the buzzing of her phone startles her, she imagines it’s just a stupid prank call from when those petty reporters got a hold of her cell number and had broad casted it live because she wouldn’t tell them if she was possessed.  she had still gotten some of those calls, so it wouldn’t surprise her if it was just some kid.

    but it buzzed again, and even as she pushed a pillow on top of it, the muffled sounds continued.   she groaned and pulled it out, squinting at the bright screen.  she had closed her curtains earlier, and it was nearly nine at night, meaning the darkness of her room with only the lamp was a great contrast to the screen of both her t.v. and her phone, but one was closer to her eyes than the other.

     in all honesty, her heart jumped in her chest when she found it wasn’t an unknown caller.  no, the i.d. clearly read ‘uma’.  she nearly dropped her phone, the buzzing seemed to grow louder as she shakily pressed accept, lifting it up to her ear, “hello?”

    “are you done?” the sharpness of her tone startles audrey, her brows furrow in confusion.  the blonde fists a small hand nervously in her sweatshirt, gnawing on her lip.

     “uhm, done with what?” 

     “are you done being a little bitch, yet?  gil told me to wait, so i waited.  i’m done waiting, either come over or don’t.  i’m not playing these games with you, remember?”  audrey curls in herself, tears pricking at her eyes.  stress makes her cry, she remembers sitting in classrooms begging her teachers to let her take the exams at lunch.  when she was sad, she turned angry, but she never cried.  

      “uma, i-” she fights to keep her voice from shaking, uma is not allowed to know that the teal haired girl talking to her is enough to make her cry.  “it’s late, and dark.” she manages to force that out of her before taking a shaky breath, “i’ll get in trouble.”

      “harry’s already on his way, good luck.” she hears the phone line cut off and she drops the phone on her lap before rolling into her blanket. she brought her head to her knees, curling up into a fetal position.  only the top of her head poked out at the top of the blanket, but she wasn’t paying much attention.  

       she squeezed her eyes to get rid of the budding tears.  her heart clenched in her chest having to think about what uma will say to her.  audrey won’t kid with herself, ‘interrogation’ was a pretty low blow.  she didn’t even know why she was crying, she can’t let herself get so emotional, it doesn’t matter anyways.   nothing had happened to her.  she’s fine, everything’s fucking fine.

      she gets too wrapped in her thoughts and almost doesn’t hear the harsh knocking on her door.  damn, she didn’t lock it.  she can’t stay buried under the covers (because for some god damn reason, she wants to look presentable for pirates.  how pathetic is that?)  now it hits her that harry hook is right outside her door, ready to take her who knows where, and she looks like a former a-lister on crack.

      her voice betrays her as it comes out shrill when she calls screeches, “just a minute!”  she tugs her sweatshirt off, begging silently to whoever the hell is in charge that harry hook actually fucking listens to her for once.  she’s one unlocked door away from a teenage boy and she doesn’t have a shirt on, god how could she let herself get like this?  she practically trips over to her closet, snatches a pale colored sweater off of the hanger and pulls it over her body.  she does a quick look in the mirror, a very faint blush arises as she notices the lacy bralette straps that are visible on her shoulders.

      but no matter, she swipes on some lip gloss in a very timely manner. (if she does say so herself.)  trying her best not to fall, she steps out of those comfortable but dreadful looking (and the way they look is all that matters, certainly not how they feel, who cares about that?) sweatpants and pulls on skinny jeans that she had snagged from the closet as well. (again, not comfortable per se, but she’s not going out looking like a mother of nineteen children with a hangover)  fluffy socks have to leave as well, replacing with soft but not fluffy white ankle socks.

     she adjusts herself in the mirror, going to open the door, braiding her hair with one hand and she finishes with a hastily done side braid that falls onto her back.  pleased, she opens the door to an impatiently waiting harry hook.

   “do princesses always sleep like this?” his head is cocked to the side and his arms are crossed, unimpressed. (which makes her heart hurt in her chest and that causes her to shrink back a little too much)

    “oh, uhm, no they don’t.” she says sheepishly. “i just changed, is all.”   her hands instinctively goes to fiddle with the end of her braid.  a twinge of nervousness recollects in her stomach returns as she looks up at him and it’s because he looks like he’s analyzing her. 

    “why?” she opens the door a little more, feeling the need to curl in on herself in the gaze of a pirate seems rather silly, but she needs to be polite.  (the angry voice in her head tells her to lock the door in his face and do what the hell she wants, but she ignores it, of course. she’s a princess for god’s sake.)  “we’re not going anywhere fancy, just to uma’s room.” he sounds tired, he’s tired of her.  he wants to leave, audrey can tell.  a million self-deprecating thoughts are whirling through her mind, he’s only here because uma asked him to be here.  he doesn’t want to see audrey. (nobody does)  

   “oh, i just wanted to look...” she’s struggling to answer with anything but, ’i wanted to look pretty’. “uhm, i just wanted to look not ugly.”  okay, officially, that was the dumbest effing thing she’s ever said.  she sees the confusion on harry’s face and exhales, rocking on her toes.

   he scoffs and rolls his eyes, “you couldn’t look ugly if you tried.” she blushes at that and opens the door wide enough so that he could come in.  

   “do you know why uma wants me to come over?” he follows her in as she sits down on the bed, crossing her ankles.  her tone is polite, (and stiff) she tries to keep it sound calm and unpracticed (like she doesn’t practice sentences in the mirror because she doesn’t.)

    “is it weird in auradon to want to spend time with your friends?”  audrey blinks, they’re friends? gil had told her that they didn’t have friends on the isle, just non-enemies (and yes, that’s exactly how he said it.)  

    “we’re friends?”  it sounds too snarky and she almost flinches with an apology at the tip of her tongue.  uma tells her that she hates how much she apologizes, but she does it anyways. “sorry, i just thought there wasn’t friends on the isle.”  she hates the way she sounds, she sounds so judgy.  and there’s no way uma wants to be her friend, she attempted to attack her with magic suits of armor.

   harry’s sitting next to her now, and in the midst of her talking he had grabbed her pale pink fluffy blanket (unbeknownst to him that she had been curled up in it only minutes before) and now had it in his hands.  “well, we’re not on the isle anymore, are we princess?”  his voice doesn’t waver at princess, doesn’t turn upwards in a mocking way.  he means it in a nickname, which makes her melt a little more then it should.  “besides, even if we were, i think she’d still.”  he wraps the blanket around her shoulders, she takes the edges in her fingers like a cape or a cloak.  “i think we both would, and gil too.” 

    she’s got a shy pathetic little smile on as she looks down to her feet.  she nods, “oh," her voice is so soft and small and so unlike her that it makes her sick to her stomach.  princesses aren’t supposed to like being around pirates, they’re supposed to be scared. and for a minute she forgets that she’s supposed to be scared too.  

    something buzzes from harry’s hoodie pocket, he takes it out to see the text that popped up on the screen.  squinting at it, he says, “uma wants us back now, are you ready?”

    she inhales and rubs her hands over her thighs, “yeah, i am.”

 ʚĭɞ | if you want to be on my taglist, all you have to do is like this post.  i’m calling this series sleeping soundly, i just came up with this randomly but i like it??  i wrote a fair bit of this on a zoom call with my therapist so i maybe might of made this too angsty,,,,, oopsies.  audrey has friends that care about her and she doesn’t know how to act asdfghjkl ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚  - rory

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Form in Relation to Content

The Fales archive used its form of folders within boxes within collections to very exactly archive a lot of stuff. This made their online catalogue usable, as you could search up any word in the collection basically, and get results for what you wanted to see. This form emphasized time period and relationship of the artist and their work to other artists and their work since you knew almost exactly when everything was from. The very formal structure of the extremely modern architecture of NYU, the excessive packing of all the materials in order to preserve them elevated even the most mundane objects--a pair of shoes, a receipt--to the level of art, worth preserving for thousands of dollars.

The La MaMa archives used their preservation of every play La MaMa has done, and the many different set pieces and awards in such a small space to highlight how many varied people they have worked with, and who has worked for them, and doing what, and with what other famous people. It all serves to highlight how cosmopolitan La MaMa is, how much they have accomplished, and how much diversity and collaboration adds to theater. Ozzy(?) set us up to talk to us as if he were onstage, all of us behind the cabinet, or in a semicircle, or in chairs. No matter where we were, or what we were doing, he was acting and judging what we could do to contribute (e.g. “Nice voice”).

Lauren Yee uses the jukebox form of Cambodian Rock to humanize the terrible experiences of Cambodians during the Khmer Rouge and make their struggle and suffering relatable to an American audience. The jukebox form is used to lighten up the heavy mood of the piece, since it’s music and the lighting for every musical interlude is fun and flashy and colorful as opposed to the much more minimalistic and stationary lighting used for the rest of the play. The type of music (rock) made the play relatable to a western audience, who might otherwise been unsure how to react; since we have that history as well as Cambodians, we know how you’re supposed to react to that music. It also made the few instances when the actors did speak Cambodian possible to be interpreted without using subtitles. Not literal understanding of what the words meant, but the intention behind the words, and what the character was feeling, was communicated since the words were sung or accompanied by music.

Yee uses the plot of the play to structure the action in such a way that you undergo the same experience as Cambodia--not thinking the Khmer Rouge is going to take over but then they do, undergoing torture and learning how to live in such a dangerous precarious environment, finally doing anything you have to in order to save yourself. With Duch as well, not knowing who he is, finding out who he is, having him be in power, and then taking away that power by saying I’m not scared of you taking stealing something from me anymore—I have power over myself.

As they used bodies to root the action around the same characters and their interactions while while changing fluidly in time (between the 1970s and 2008) using lights, the use of music was very striking for me after reading the play without it, as a means of relating disperate parts of the play. Although the rock of course loosely relates the entire play through the tone it sets as a genre, no song is repeated (or maybe Cyclos is? but I think not super intentionally). I really noticed the Bach chaconne being repeated though. At the beginning of the play it’s on the radio. It’s subtle foreshadowing, but I think also significant as Chum reaches over and turns it off. As it gains more and more meaning coming to signify his death sentence, then his guilt for killing Leng—and then thinking back what that means to have him turn off that radio…I almost wish at the end instead of the big climax, he had gone back to the hotel room and turned the radio back on and we had just sat in silence with him while the entire song played and silence came again—maybe it’s even to him falling asleep. I thought it was a mistake to have him not face that guilt, not come to terms to it in terms of his music, when in every other way he does—telling us out loud, going to his torture scene in present lighting...  

The Hal Prince exhibit used his memorabilia, and added stuff--like his fake office--to bring you into his life--like you could listen to “his” telephone!--but then use that to tell you about him/give you information--the telephone was historical information, though it was staged as a conversation where it sounded like he was talking to you. It was interactive to try to engage the audience more than simply asking them to view things behind class cases.

The Hamlet we saw relied heavily on lighting and set to comunicate its message. Set in what seemed to be the 1950s or 60s with the machine guns with lights, the military uniforms and roaring crowd of a dictator or perhaps communist leader, and the Jackie Kennedy-esque outfit of Gertrude. The set was incredible, but at the same time I felt like it was so good that it became distracting and kind of pointless at moments. As if they had the lighting and set elements just because they could rather than because it really added anything to the production, or as if they hadn’t quite thought everything through. Like the rain in the beginning--it was beautiful. It foreshadowed Ophelia drowning, establishing her as wet and vulnerable...but they didn’t act out Hamlet being freaked out by his dad asking him to kill his uncle and basically assaulting her in the rain. They didn’t have her stand there and have the lights fade as the rain continued to fall. She just ran through it and then had the scene with Polonius...wet. If you were going to try to make the point that Polonius is preying on her, that would have been compelling, but they didn’t. Also with the plastic sheet. I LOVED the plastic sheet. It was so simple and beautiful and otherworldly, very clearly signifying the veil between life and death. But then to have the ghost just duck out from underneath...so he’s alive again? And why is Hamlet alone at the end and not behind the curtain? He died too.

Their use of green at the beginning felt very calculated. I began to notice all these references to green within the text that I hadn’t before, and the different shades and vibrancy of the greens started to take on a deeper meaning for me. “While the grass grows…” Talking about his uncle as a serpent. Describing Ophelia as a green girl—that completely changed Ophelia for me somehow. It made her Hamlet’s “green light.’ In contrast, when the red came on, I wasn’t impressed. I’m pretty sure they were trying to communicate sensuousness and passion, and perhaps sin as well—i. e. evil—but I didn’t think it worked that well. It didn’t work as well with the lights, it looked gaudy, and it didn’t have the same power of insidiousness the green had for me. There were no red references in the text, and the costumes seemed to get worse--like why did Hamlet come in in a sweatshirt? 

One thing I was thinking about with the costumes is perhaps it was an intentional aging forward as the weapons aged backwards, as if to try and communicate as the characters seem to be getting older what they were doing is becoming more and more primitive, since we start out with Gertrude’s blue fifties dress, and then she changes into a beige one more ‘60s, and then Hamlet comes on in the sweatshirt, while we start out with machine guns, go to knives, and end up at rapiers. 

All in all I felt it used the aesthetic of that era without really dealing with any of the problems associated with it. (Perhaps this is just because the production is from Ireland and I don’t understand Irish references?) They had such a strong racial message at the beginning: a black man on a gurney surrounded by the predominantly white cast, but then had no illusion to that in the entire rest of the play. There’s such a distinction between the common people (Horatio, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, and the grave diggers) and the aristocracy, their discussion within the play about the destruction of the upper class, and how death equalizes all would be incredibly easy to capitalize on, as impetus for a discussion of class struggle relating to Communism/Leninism. But it’s not like they had a USSR flag behind them. In a sene this could be trying to leave it more open to discussion, make it more of an ambiguous message but that didn’t read for me. Toxic masculinity, and gender identity is such a problem of that period as well. The problem of the ghost is basically Rebel Without a Cause, commenting on masculinity by asking the question of what is cowardice? He’s asking Hamlet to prove himself, and kill to prove this. Hamlet doesn’t want to kill someone--he just wants Ophelia. He knows if he kills Claudius, he’s not just going to be able to happily marry Ophelia. But the only way for him not to kill Claudius is if he kills himself, which if he does brands him a coward. There’s so many other parts. When Laertes is trying not to cry. When he hugs Horatio for a moment too long and says enough of this. But they didn’t choose to emphasize that either. So this Hamlet tried to use set and lights to give the audience a new way to interpret Shakespeare, but was semi successful with this form of communication. 

This Hamlet emphasized religion in a way I really liked as a form of communication: ritual. I thought beginning the play with the censer in the center of the stage, starting off not experiencing the play through sight but rather smell was such a compelling choice. The special which the censor starts out in at the beginning seemingly ordained that space as holy, as afterwards all the things in the play ordained by God or in some way holy--both Hamlets, the throne--occupied that space, while the action of the flawed characters carefully avoids being there. The scene in which Hamlet doesn’t kill Claudius because he’s praying was an interesting interpretation because it’s usually just Claudius kneeling peacefully in a circle of light. This production chose to show the inner turmoil which Claudius is going through. However, I think there’s a reason that Shakespeare saved the turmoil in the dialogue for afterwards—because in the moment Hamlet doesn’t kill him, he does it because he feels very profoundly how holy that moment is. I was all ready for him to be within the special at that moment. And yet instead of using that space, and sanctifying that moment until he falls out of it, realizing it’s useless, they had him on the other side of the stage wrestling with God. It emphasized in a way I hadn’t noticed in prior productions I’ve seen how unfeeling God as a concept or a character (embodied by the priest) in Hamlet. It’s not a concept which will give the characters guidance, but one they ask for help with no hope of reply, kind of like the ghost. It tells them what to do, and then leaves them very much alone.

The most meaningful thing in the production for me was the choreography. This to me was the most unique way this play used form to communicate with the audience, because a lot of times in Shakespeare productions, the word is so revered that there is little to no movement at all. It’s like they think the closer they can come acting it out on stage to sitting there reading you the text, the truer they can be to his words, when the opposite is true! Claudius in this production is one of the best actors I’ve seen, and it’s because he didn’t sink to trying to pronounce every word like gospel. He spoke it naturally, moving around and using the words to interact with the other characters! 

I never thought action could be so choreographed! The doors and the set pieces all moved/were moved so that they would continue to create strong shapes onstage, stretching the diagonals, of perfectly symmetrical cubes, or triangles in order to shape the action you saw, and the dynamic of the stage. It not only cast each scene by where the characters where in the scene in relationship to one another and how they would interact not just through dialogue but physically—like maybe their physicality would contradict what they were saying—but directed focus and created a tension I haven’t seen before through the use of stillness. One moment where Hamlet is standing still thinking and the scene is changing around him was particularly amazing for me. It was exactly how I feel like my life is right now, like everything’s just going rushing past as I stand rooted to the spot. Also little moments which gave the play so much more meaning than just the words. Hamlet’s monologue which is usually to the audience as him ranting to Ophelia. Gertrude playing out a whole scene as she realizes what Claudius has done and her son is in danger barefoot and then taking charge by literally stepping into her shoes. I’ve never seen a better example of how much more you could add to a theatrical production by adding choreography. How much was missing from the plays I’ve seen before, since without this choreography the play is only what the characters say. This adds subtext, or irony to the story, an extra layer of dimensionality which you can read in the text, but by acting out says more. I could write more...

  Coal country used country music to bring people together around an issue. They used country music because it’s the people’s music, it is easy to sing so everyone can sing it without feeling ashamed or awkward, and of it’s tradition coming out of blues as well of suffering and wishing and being together. It presented a complicated topic as a common problem. Through their use of the benches, they could demonstrate to some degree the menial labor within the mines, and the rustic-ness of their surroundings. This really worked for me because the guitarist was so skilled and clearly felt so much while playing, and all the actors felt believable—they never seemed hammed up or one dimensional. They were regular everyday people just trying to understand. They used the lights behind the curving wood of the background to demonstrate the exploding tunnel, and the lights to represent the lives lost which I thought was very powerful. I thought the big central set piece wasn’t as effective, as well as most of the other lighting which seemed a bit disjointed. We brought up in discussion how much more powerful the similar moment in Cambodian Rock Band (when all the pictures of the victims light up) could have been if they could have taken two million lights and have them light up one by one.

It’s not original, many New York City based artists have said it, I think the most performative part of the City for me is the side walks--the walking signs, people starting and stopping and the flow of people passing by and through each other. It’s beautiful in an ordinary way.

[fluffycabbages]

Chapter 16 : The Calm Sea Before Disaster

Story is available on Wattpad, Solved

The following morning, Ethan parked his car at the parking lot. I shivered the moment I got off his car and my teeth were chattering. I forgot we will be gathering in the morning and it will be a bit chilly. I didn’t bring any jacket or hoodie along. I was rubbing my palms together, trying to get that tad bit of heat from it.

I felt something being thrown onto my face. I caught it. It was a black sweatshirt. I knew it was Ethan’s because he wears it quite often. I looked at him with a puzzled face. “I accidentally packed it in my backpack.” He looked away while telling me then locked his car, grabbed my backpack and walked to the main foyer.

I quickly put on his hoodie and walked to the main foyer. The class representative was getting students to queue in groups while his assistant marked their attendance. I could feel everyone’s stares on me because Ethan’s hoodie was large and it covered till my mid thighs. The other students obviously know the hoodie is a guy’s.

I was blushing when I told the class representative, Rachel, my name. I spotted Isabella and rushed to her side. Isabella nudged me and gave me a smirk.

Before anything could come out from her mouth, I covered her mouth with my hands and told her, “It’s not what you think it is.”

She gave me the “go on” look.

“I forgot to bring my jacket and I was cold.”

“But why would Ethan have a hoodie with him?”

“He told me he accidentally brought it along. Man, luckily he did or else I’ll be shivering my way till afternoon.”

“Oh really?” Isabella did not believe me and said, “Well, it’s not common to see Ethan make mistakes.”

We got on a cruise ship since our class group too large for a normal ship.

“Oh my god! Look at the sea!” some girl shouted from the lower deck. She was awed by the beautiful scenery. The sea was blue and the sky was sunny.

The upper and lower deck were crowded. Isabella, Ethan and I decided to check out our restrooms for the time being. Our restrooms were assigned randomly. Each room is for 8 people since it’s only temporary and the trip is about 2 hours.

When the upper deck isn’t that crowded, we went there to enjoy the view. The view was certainly mesmerising and I asked Isabella to help me take a few photographs.

I wanted to ask Isabella to help me take a few photographs but another girl in our class got Isabella first.

I turned towards Ethan and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. He sighed and nodded. I immediately started posing. Ethan took many photographs, each pose after another.

When Isabella was back, I asked Ethan if he could take photographs of me and Isabella. Luckily he nodded and wasn’t impatient.

“Why not you and Ethan take some pictures together?” Isabella offered to take photographs of Ethan and I.

I looked at Ethan with my puppy dog eyes again. Ethan was my childhood friend, since we were young he wasn’t really the one that liked to take photographs though he likes to help others take pictures.

He didn’t nod or shook his head but his action of standing next to me showed his answer.

Isabella took tons of pictures of us. When she was done, she said, “Did you two pick outfits together? Cause they really match.”

I got so tired from clarifying to Isabella that Ethan and I are just friends, best friends. But I remember not seeing Ethan packing the outfit he was wearing. It was a black collared shirt with yellow pineapple printings and black Bermuda shorts. On second thought, Isabella was correct, our outfits really did match but I shrugged the idea off thinking Ethan had a sudden change of mind after he packed his clothes.

Isabella said she wanted to get a drink so Ethan and I were chilling at the deck. I was looking at the sea when all of a sudden, I heard a loud splash and people kept shouting for help.

I turned and looked at Ethan as he looked at me too. We ran towards where the people were shouting for help.

One of the girls saw me and told me, “Isabella fell into the sea! Help! Help!”

Ethan went to where the other students said Isabella fell from and stood there, searching for Isabella’s figure in the sea. I got another student to report the issue to Miss Jenna while I went to the captain’s deck to inform the crew about it.

When I went to where Isabella fell from, Ethan told me a crew had dived into the sea and they are waiting for him to return.

The crew returned but Isabella was not in sight. He said he couldn’t find her and will report to the captain. The captain made the decision to dock at That Island since it’s the nearest island to us and get help from the local police department and fishermen.

Everyone on the cruise ship was scared.

Miss Jenna got everyone to gather in the ballroom of the chalet. There were a few students grunting, “Why do we have to gather here? It’s not like it’s a murder case or anything serious” “Yeah, it was an accident. Why can’t we leave it to the police?”

Miss Jenna got a microphone from the staff at the ballroom, “Students, please keep calm. The police are investigating the case. Isabella Hills had been seen to fall off from the upper deck of the cruise ship. The police department does not see this as an ordinary accident.”

“What’s so important about Isabella Hill that the police are taking this case so serious?” a guy whispered.

Another guy who was standing next to him replied, “She’s the daughter of Benjamin Hill, the supermarket tycoon. If I’m not wrong, the police may think of this as an intentional act rather than accident.” This had led to some of the students bursting into discussions.

“Wait, so you mean Isabella Hill, that girl who is always with Sophia?”

“Which Sophia?”

“Sophia Mason. The one who’s always with Ethan Kingsley.”

“If Isabella is rich. Does this mean Sophia’s family is somewhat wealthy too?”

“Yeah dude. Her mother is Madison Brooks.”

“The fashion designer?!” a girl screeched.

“You guys will be shocked by who her father is.”

“Come on! Tell us!”

“Her father is Gabriel Mason.” A guy said and many around his gasped.

Another guy was shocked, “No way!”

So was another girl, “And all this time I thought she was near Ethan for his money.”

The same girl asked the guy, “Hey, Tyler. Since you know so much about Isabell and Sophia. Do you know anything about Ethan?”

“Yeah!” “Do you know anything about him?” “Come on, Tyler!” a bunch of girls were surrounding the guy named Tyler, hoping he will answer them.

Ethan and I were standing near their group and overheard their conversation. I muttered to myself, “Didn’t know I looked like a gold digger.”

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