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Mairin sputtered, how could someone be the top leading lab assistant under Kalos Regional Professor, yet be so utterly fucking clueless at the same time? “Just for that you owe me hot chocolate,” she stated and grabbed onto the taller’s hand to drag them back to the actual center of the venue that was split in so many directions on so many streets, “come on, I saw a vendor that sells caramel and peppermint drinks.”Īlain made a face but didn’t continue the topic, happy that it changed in general and away from a man that was likely drunk in his boxers while staring at a TV screen in the dark or twenty feet down in the dirt, hopefully Yveltal took his spirit as a sacrifice but only one could only dream. “Professor Sycamore is nothing like my father Mairin, he’s too good to even be on the same scale as that filth.” “So he’s like, totally your dad, and there’s so much more proof! So don’t you dare try and deny my facts!”Īlain huffed as he reached up to drag her cold gloves off his cheeks. And, and! He accidentally called you son several times in the last month.” She jerked Alain head from side to side gently as she listed off reasons. “No offense, but he grounded you for sneaking back into the laboratory at hell o’clock in the morning last week. “Dude.” Mairin got onto her tiptoes so her gloves hands could smack on to Alains cheeks and force his head down to look into her eyes. Sycamore is the exact opposite of his father, grant taken that almost everyone is besides Lysandre who somehow dug deeper than his dad ever could. “Professor Sycamore is not like my dad.” He just couldn’t see the beloved Kalosian Professor drunk off his ass to the point where he just spewed actually spit from his mouth instead of barely understandable syllables, the man wouldn’t hit a woman or child and would face anyone with disgust for even mentioning it for purpose. “He’s like your dad.”Īlain stopped walking which made the girl jerk since she was holding onto his arm. ” Her voice rose a little and Alain had to quickly shush her as he waved with an apologetic smile towards several mothers who had covered their impersonable kids ears. If Mairin is going to play this game, then so shall he. “I don’t even know the man well enough,” Alain whined back. “Yes you did! Professor Sycamore maybe the boss but he’s still a worker,” Mairin declares as she tugged on his sweater sleeve to pull him to the next stall. “No… I didn’t.” Alain was confused, he promised her to help shop for the workers in the lab, not the Professor.

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“Alain!” She whined and the dark blue haired boy could feel a full fake tantrum coming on, “you promised me you would help me shop for Professor Sycamore.” Mairin pouted up at the young adult, bottom lip fully out in a frown as fake tears pricked her eyes. He was soon brought out of his silent misery by a soft gloved hand smacking him in the chin, small pom-poms hanging on strong thread hitting him twice more for added hit pointage. What a shame because that means they have to talk to more people than necessary today. A lot of people had come out around Kalos in general to Kalos Capital to do some final shopping that they probably couldn’t do over the internet. It was Christmas time since December first, all girls in Alains group of Kalosian friends say it starts halfway through November but he doesn’t care because officially it starts the first day of the actual month that it’s in, and it’s currently the fifth. A small group of children ran past the two, outcry of laughter and shrieks of joy made Alain lighten up somewhat. Alain groaned as Mairin kept dragging him around to different vendor stalls in the middle of Lumiose City.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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the late late show T.H.

wc: 1.4k (fluff)

ariana grande!reader and tom on the late late show for spill your guts or fill your guts

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Y/N said, a grimacing smile on her face as she sat down.

The cameras weren't rolling yet, so her & Tom's microphones were still getting set up and clipped on.

Y/N's Zach Sang radio interview had quite literally blown up all over the internet. Though it had only been released about a week ago, it already had 30 million views, and thousands of comments. No doubt, tonight's live Late Late Show would have tons of viewers.

Tom grinned at her, slightly mischievous. "It'll be fun, love."

"That's what they always say," she replied.

Before Tom could say anything else, the producer was counting down and crew members were shushing the crowd as a red light blinked on and the show began.

"Hi, I'm Tom Holland," he introduced himself, looking directly at the camera. "And this my wife, Y/N Holland-"

"I hyphenated," she cut in.

Tom looked at her and chuckled before continuing, "and this is Spill Your Guts or Fill your Guts."

"Explain to the world the misery we have to go through," Y/N commented, making brief eye contact with Tom before breathing out a laugh.

"Right," he laughed. "So, one of us asks the other a question from the cards and you have to answer truthfully or-" he looked down at the food. "Eat whichever food the person has picked for them."

"Alright," Y/N said. "Let's see what we got then, shall we?"

" 'Course darlin'."

Y/N blushed before spinning the table to a random dish. "We have salmon smoothie," she spoke with a grimace. "And a thousand year old eggnog."

Tom made a 'yuck' sound, and the audience laughed at them. "Here's bird saliva," Tom said.

"And bull penis."

"Ah, the bull penis," Tom said.

"Oh shut your trap," Y/N laughed. "And we have bug trifle."

"Jellyfish," Tom said. "That shouldn't be too bad, right?" he asked.

"Guess you'll find out," Y/N laughed at him.

"You wouldn't dare," he challenged.

"Watch me."

Both of them laughed before continuing.

"Giant water scorpion," Y/N said with another grimace. "Cow blood and-" she playfully gagged. "And pork tongue jelly," she finished.

"And lastly, we have cod sperm," Tom grinned.

"Oh god."

"Let's start then!" he said, smiling. His accent was thick, and it seemed as though he didn't even bother trying to tame his hair.

Y/N, on the other hand, was wearing one of Tom's sweaters. It was oversized on her, and colored beige. Her hair was in a low ponytail and her white acrylic nails showed slightly out of her sweater paws. She had butterfly clips in her hair and her feet were fitted with thick, white Filas.

"I suppose so," she said, sounding like a kid that had just been denied some ice cream.

"Should I go first or you?"

"Uh, me."

Tom picked up a card and tried to suppress a laugh. "Okay, let's go with... a thousand year old eggnog."

"Ew, Thomas. What the fuck, it smells so-" she gagged playfully again. "Ugh, I'm gonna get you back."

"You haven't even heard the question yet!" he laughed, his eye crinkles growing.

"It's due to be bad though!" She defended, laughing with him. "C'mon, Tommy. I wanna get this," she sniffed the eggnog, "over with."

"Okay," he paused to laugh after rereading the card. "You have previously stated that track seven, or 'make up,' of your upcoming album is inspired by, co-written, and about me."

"Correct."

"What is the song about? .. and give us one lyric or line."

"Oh god," Y/N covered her face with her hands. "I am not doing this."

"It's the question or the eggnog, baby. Though you might need a mint after you drink that," he laughed.

"Uhm," Y/N glanced around, taking another whiff of the eggnog before setting it down on it's tray. "Make up is about... int-imacy after an argument," she stuttered out.

Tom was laughing now, a blush present on his cheeks at her confession. "Alright, the lyric now."

"Uhm... do I sing it or just.. s-say it?"

"Saying it's kinda awkward, lovie."

"Okay," she dragged out her reply. "Bring you to the bed where we can really make it right, sorry-in-a-box so when it pops, surprise, surprise," Y/N sang.

The audience responded immediately, the lyrics clear with their meaning. The couple was blushing intensely, Y/N almost regretting the snippet she just released. When she made eye contact with Tom again, he lip synced 'it'll be okay. I love you,' and she nodded her head and picked up a card.

"Okay, I'll give you..." she spoke after a few moments. "The bull penis."

Tom's jaw dropped open in surprise. "I think we should save that for you, darling."

"Thomas!" Y/N gasped. "Shut the fuck up, or so help me-"

His laugh interrupted her, and he blew her a kiss. She rolled her eyes playfully before asking the question from the card.

"Have you ever.." Y/N laughed. "Gotten off to one of my songs?"

Tom's jaw went slack as his eyes widened. He glanced towards the audience, then back to his wife, in complete disbelief. "I do not want to answer that!" he choked out.

Y/N laughed at him, "It's just a yes or no question, Tommy."

"Easy for you to say!"

Tom glanced towards the audience one last time before taking the bull penis in one bite. The true disgust on his face as he chewed made Y/N laugh harder than ever, the crowd joining her.

"I cannot believe you just did that!" she said, holding her stomach while laughing. She wiped her eyes, and Tom turned to spit the food out into his bucket, before gulping down some water and playfully gagging, a shutter running through his body.

"Next question," he said. Picking up a card, he glanced to foods displayed in front of him, before deciding which Y/N would eat. "I'll give you... bug trifle."

"Tommyyyy," Y/N whined.

He laughed before reading the question. "Out of all my movies, which ones the worst?"

A chorus of "oo's" went around the audience as Y/N's jaw dropped. She looked down at the food before glancing to the audience for a split second, making brief eye contact with Tom before taking a bite out of the food. Everybody gasped, her lack of words making it all the more dramatic. When she finished chewing, drinking some water, she picked up the next card and spun the table.

"Next question-"

"Y/N!"

"What?"

"You just- y-you- you just ate that!"

"Yeah?" she asked. "I wasn't gonna answer that question."

Tom's face softened at her, a small smile forming as fast as the blush on his cheeks.

"Okay, I'll give you... codsperm."

"Again, we should probably save that for you," he giggled mischievously.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes before asking the question. "Which of my albums do you hate the most? And... why?" She asked the question rather slowly, hesitant to see how he'd respond. She most definitely had better works than some, but she loved everything she put out into the music industry, and she only hoped Tom felt the same.

"Uhm-" Tom said, glancing between his wife and the food in front of him for a good minute.

Y/N squinted her eyes shut, afraid of his response, if there was one coming. Tom could sense her discomfort, not only in the question but how he would answer, so he reached across the table to hold her hand, before using his other to eat the dish sitting in front of him. Putting the fork down, his face showed disgust once again, but Y/N was watching him now, a blush on her cheeks too, and a very grateful smile adorned on her face.

After a considerable amount of time of Tom chewing, Y/N burst. "Just spit it out!"

"Well," Tom said dramatically. "He picked up his bucket before turning to the audience, "Spit or swallow?"

Everyone laughed, including Y/N, and Tom spit it out into the bucket before drinking some water.

"That was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts! I'm Tom Holland, and this is Y/N Holland, and we'll be right back!" He finished.

The red light went off, and a crew member from backstage handed both celebrities a packet of mints. Y/N went to hug Tom, wrapping her arms around his neck as his securely wrapped around her waist.

"Love you."

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mostfacinorous · 5 years

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Whumptober 18th

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Whumptober 18th: Muffled scream

The cultists were getting daring. It must be the internet, and the ability to find people with shared interests, regardless of whether that was knitting or demonic summoning rituals.

It had been a good long time since either of them had been summoned, mostly because Aziraphale was very good at tracking down books, and kept the relevant ones under lock, key, and celestial protection.

But that didn’t stop them from using other, Earthlier methods.

That is to say, one day Crowley got jumped in an alley by a bunch of half-witted pseudo-demi-neo-satanists.

Aziraphale had been expecting him, waiting for the Bentley to roar down the street and pick him up for a lovely spot of supper before they went to their concert for the evening. Crowley had found, according to him, the most tempting little Hawaiian food stand, complete with tropical drinks to brighten up even the dreariest of London weather.

Which, as it was nippy and raining, Aziraphale was rather looking forward to. Along with the company, of course.

And, as his expected company grew later and later, and didn’t answer either his desk phone nor his pocket one, Aziraphale grew… concerned. Crowley had gotten good at letting him know if Hell was calling him back, if for no other reason than to be sure someone would see to his plants if they kept him longer than anticipated.

But with their plans thrown into the mix… Crowley never cancelled if he could help it, and then it was with profuse promises to make it up later. He’d never once simply skipped out on Aziraphale.

Which meant something must be wrong.

When it hit the six hour mark with no sign nor word of Crowley, Aziraphale opened his senses, searching for him the way would search for a bakery by smell. It was just that singular note of familiarity, amidst all the rest of the teeming sensory input. And he followed it, locking the shop behind him, miracling himself unseen, and launching into the sky, his wings enjoying the uncommon stretch, even as he focused on his worry and his sense of Crowley’s whereabouts.

Everything became sharper, and Aziraphale frowned, pointing himself in the right direction and wondering what in heaven’s name Crowley was doing in Somerset of all places.

When he landed, he was rather far removed from anything-- most of the area seemed overgrown and disused. There had been a big house, back some ways away, and a couple of lakes, but... If not for the lights ahead, and his own superior sight, he mightn’t have even made out the eerie surroundings.

Whoever had Crowley-- and he couldn’t sense any other demons, nor any angels for that matter, so the humans who had Crowley had brought him to an abandoned childrens’ park.

There were rails, though no trains were in sight. A river cut through the area, but it was sluggish, its banks littered with all sorts of debris-- including a massive amount of long-dead glowsticks, which spoke to the location’s popularity as a site for raves.

He stepped distastefully over what he vaguely recognised as drug paraphernalia, and wrinkled his nose at a sign welcoming him to ‘Crinkleybottom Junction’. A niggle of familiarity wormed in his mind, and he sighed, finally realizing where they were.

Crowley and his bloody fixation with television programming. He wound up the wiggling road and stopped in front of a small tunnel, peering through the dark towards the only building that showed any sign of life. Faintly, he was able to make out a single word: “Dunblobbin”

Which meant, of course, that the wart ridden yellow and pink spotted fixture ahead, the one with the lights coming through the empty windows, must be Mr. Blobby’s house.

He had no time left to wax nostalgic about Crowley’s failed attempt to horrify children, though, because he heard, of a sudden, an overly familiar muffled scream and the sound of hammering.

“Crowley!” he shouted in response, barreling around the rotting picket fencing and through the doorway,startling the half-dozen spooky looking twenty somethings that had gathered in the process.

Crowley had a bag over his head and was being staked to the walls, spikes through his hands, spreading him across the remains of a sculptural fireplace which seemed to have been originally made of chicken wire and polystyrene.

“Another demon!” One of the cultists cried, turning and damn near tripping over her red crushed velvet fancy-dress cape as she raised her knife.

“I’ll have you know,” Aziraphale began, cranking up his aura and pulling out the halo for effect. “I am an angel.”

He willed the girl to drop her blade, and she did, before sinking to her knees, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“And you--” Aziraphale said, turning his gaze to the men who had apparently just maimed his friend, “Have stolen my demon and ruined my dinner plans.”

Their tools dropped to the floor and one of them clasped his hands together, as if in supplication.

“We’re sorry-- we didn’t know! You can have him back, just don’t eat us! Please uh, you highness, holiness, uh-- my lord.”

Aziraphale paused, quirked his head quizzically, and then realized they thought he’d meant his dinner plans were the demon.

Well. Whatever put the fear of God in them, he supposed.

Crowley was keening through whatever gag they had on him, and Aziraphale abruptly was done talking. He wanted to get him down and seen to.

“Go reconsider whom it is you pray to, and repent.” He ordered. Then, when they still stood, stricken, he raised his voice. “GO!”

They scattered like vermin under bright light, and he turned down the halo and aura before approaching his friend.

“Crowley,” He said more gently, and removed the cloth bag.

Apparently they’d been doing some sort of twisted reenactment of that famous crucifixion, because when he drew off the bag, he could feel the drag, and sharp thorns cut into the skin of Crowley’s forehead before getting tangled in his hair.

He looked the picture of abject misery, and Aziraphale hated it. He gently pulled the crown of thorns free of Crowley’s hair, which lay tangled and stuck to the sweat and blood on his face. It was all wrong, all too far from the way Crowley always looked in Aziraphale’s mind.

“I’m going to pull you down now, okay? Are you ready?”

Crowley visibly swallowed, but nodded.

Aziraphale looked him over, considering, and decided it would be kinder to do it all at once. Like removing a plaster.

He was lucky they hadn’t managed to stretch Crowley’s arms out completely, or he wouldn’t have been able to reach, but as it was, he took hold of the bit of the stakes that stuck out, cold and iron and squared enough that he suspected they might be railroad ties.

“On three.” He said, for warning, then counted down. “One, two-- three!”

He pulled with his considerable strength and felt the cheap construction crumble.

With the gag still in Crowley’s mouth, his scream came out muffled, which was only a kindness to Aziraphale’s ears, since no one else was around to hear it.

Once released, Crowley collapsed to the floor, and Aziraphale threw the stakes aside, sinking to his knees with him.

Carefully, he reached up and pulled at the duck tape, which wrapped entirely around Crowley’s head, and meant pulling at his hair even more.

Finally, Crowley was completely freed, and the sweat and blood on his face began to mingle with his tears and the blood from his hands on the floor.

“Bout time you got here.” Crowley said, though there was no venom in it.

Aziraphale huffed out a soft laugh, and chose to ignore the rasp of Crowley’s voice, rough from his screaming, no doubt.

“Can you snap?” He asked, worried for the state of the demon’s hands, and Crowley sighed and struggled for a moment, but managed.

Aziraphale summoned his handkerchief again and began wiping at the blood left behind on Crowley’s now healed forehead before handing it to him to see to his hands. It was odd that he’d not cleaned himself up, and meant he had probably worn himself out with other attempted miracles, or fighting, or was just still out of it from the pain. Aziraphale didn’t comment, but instead did a quick miracle of his own to make them both look more presentable.

They still had to get back, after all.

“How did you get here?” Crowley asked, throat still sore sounding.

“Ah, I flew.” Aziraphale admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Crowley snorted, and it was clear they weren’t getting back like that. Aziraphale wasn’t even certain he would make it back to the main road, tired as he looked.

“Give you a ride to the bus stop?” He offered, and Crowley jerked his head around to stare at Aziraphale disbelievingly.

Aziraphale realized too late the echo of Crowley’s offer from the night he’d given him the holy water, and he shrugged apologetically.

“It’s all overgrown. The place is abandoned. It’s also raining. And of course, we’ll have to commandeer a coach, but…” He shrugged. “I’ve got a strong bourbon back at the shop that should help take the edge off.”

He saw as Crowley’s mind struggled to catch up, and saw the exact moment he remembered what they’d had planned.

“I’m sorry Angel, we missed the concert.” He looked so guilty that Aziraphale didn’t bother stopping himself from leaning forward and pulling Crowley into a hug.

“Hardly your fault, dear boy, and I know you’ll make it up to me. Lots of other concerts out there. In the meantime though…” He stood, pulling Crowley with him, and as he’d expected, found him swaying on his feet.

He turned around, looked back over his shoulder, and awkwardly patted his own back.

“Hop on.”

Crowley looked like he’d bit a lemon, and though he obeyed, with his face so close to his ear, Aziraphale heard him mumble something about it being undignified, and he was grateful that Crowley couldn’t see his expression.

“Come now, tell me about Mister Blobby. We’re in his house, you know. One of yours, wasn’t it?”

And maybe urging Crowley to speak was unkind, with his rasping from his muffled screaming, but the glee with which he told the story did much to carry them out of the park and towards the road to home.

AN: Don’t know who Mr. Blobby is? Can’t believe they made a theme park around him? Well, now you do. You’re welcome.

#whumptober #whumptober2019 #good omens fic #religious flavored torture #kidnapping #torture #Mr. Blobby mentions cw

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wereflamingo · 7 years

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Self-Insert

My submission for the wolfstar introvert prompt: Internet Crush

Huge thanks to @nachodiablo and @mirgaxus for the beta and the support!

Summary: Remus and Sirius both write self-insert fics in the same fandom. One day Sirius asks to borrow Remus's OC for his new fic. What could he possibly be planning, and what is the mystery pairing he promised to introduce?

Read it here or on AO3

Padfoot was a very popular writer in the Double Trouble fandom. His OC, Orion, had long, sleek black hair, piercing grey eyes, and cheekbones that could cut glass. Orion liked to wear crop tops, leather jackets and combat boots, as well as numerous sassy pride pins. In some stories he just hung out with the prankster YouTuber twins, but usually he dated Fabian, the member of the duo who was rumored to be gay. The stories were filled with cheeky innuendo, and the occasional euphemistic sex scene. Truth be told, Remus had a bit of a crush on Orion - how could he not? He knew most of the readers did, because they said so, in all caps, in the comments section.

Remus also wrote fics in the Double Trouble fandom, under the nickname Moony, but he wasn't nearly as popular. His OC, Romulus, also usually dated Fabian, although in one fic it was Fabian's brother Gideon who was secretly gay and fell for the shy OC. Remus didn't describe Romulus's appearance much, only stating he had light brown hair and looked very average, but his best friend, Daisy, who appeared in all the stories, assured him he was totally cute. He did always mention Romulus's shyness, bookishness, and inexperience.

Romulus was just naturally uninterested in fooling around, focusing on finding The One. In some stories he'd never even kissed anyone. Remus felt like the story was cleaner that way, even though he himself had actually dated Lily, whom Daisy was based on, for two whole weeks.

Once, feeling brave, he decided to actually put his “relationship” with Lily in the story. It served as a way for Romulus to find out he didn’t like girls, because he was supposed to be attracted to her, but wasn't. Remus himself wasn’t actually sure he didn’t like girls, but he figured a totally gay character would be more relatable, as well as more attractive to a confident older guy like Fabian. He let Romulus feel confused for a while, just to make it interesting, before Fabian swept him off his feet and showed him how gay he actually was.

It was this story that got him his first comment from the one and only Padfoot.

Great story, man. I loved the confusion over Daisy and Fabian. Did you consider that Romulus might be bi or pan though? Not saying he has to be, just that while we all know Fab is hot enough turn any guy, even he can't put a guy off girls entirely if he's into them.

His heart beating fast, Remus wrote a reply:

Haha, yeah. He could be bi. I mean Daisy's not the only girl in the world. But right now he obviously has a strong preference for men, and one especially. ;)

Thanks for commenting!

Over the next few months, Padfoot commented on all of Remus's fics, and on every new chapter of his WiP. He even followed Remus back on Tumblr, after months of Remus following him. Occasionally he messaged Remus, although the conversation usually fizzled quickly since Remus had no idea what to say. Remus consoled himself with Padfoot's frequent likes on his posts, which never failed to put a goofy grin on Remus’s face.

And then the fandom exploded. It came out that Fabian was dating Caradoc Dearborn, a popular and rather attractive game reviewer. Some fans were excited about the new ship, but others mourned, especially those whose OCs were paired with Fabian. Padfoot, however, announced on his blog that he was writing a new story, which was Fabidoc, and also contained a new pairing. Remus clicked like. Orion and Gideon would be hot together. A minute later, he was surprised to see a message from Padfoot.

padfoot hey moony

moony Hi?

padfoot what's up? listen i wanted to ask you smtg

moony Sure

padfoot can i borrow romulus for a story i'm working on?

moony Er, sure. What for?

padfoot you'll see

Unlike most of Padfoot's stories, the new story turned out to be a slow burn. It was an AU set in a college, and the first few chapters were mostly Fabian and Orion being flirty gossipy gay best friends, and Gideon being straight and exasperated. Caradoc showed up in chapter two, but only hung out with Gideon, barely giving Fabian a glance. There were some crazy plans cooked up by Orion and Fabian (with occasional input from Gideon, who just couldn't help himself) to get Caradoc's attention on Fabian, all failing spectacularly, but there was no love interest for Orion himself.

Remus was stalking Padfoot's face tag (he looked just like he described Orion, although Remus wondered if the eyes were photoshopped), when he received an email notification from AO3. "Padfoot just posted chapter 5 of The Moon to My Stars," it said. Excited, he clicked the link.

And there he was. Romulus was the cute hipster working in the library, described at length from his soft brown curls to his scuffed trainers. Orion only had time to ask his name before he had to dash, throwing one last wink at him, narrowly escaping a furious Gideon, whom he had locked in a bathroom stall so that Fabian could go meet Caradoc in his stead.

Remus thought false imprisonment, of a friend no less, was rather excessive just to get your friend a date. He was about to click the back button, disappointed, but his eye was drawn to the next paragraph, where Fabian was relating how Caradoc had recognized him immediately and saved him from trying to pretend to be Gid. Apparently Fabian was having second thoughts about the plan, because what do you know, some people don't want to start a relationship based on lies. He was extremely pleased that Caradoc had recognized him, though, considering he and Gideon were identical twins and most people couldn't tell them apart. Remus thought it was very romantic, even though he himself had memorized the freckle patterns of both twins and could tell them apart easily.

The story rolled faster from there. In chapter six, Fabian refused to listen to any more plans. His new plan, to Orion's chagrin, was to stop playing around and be direct. It seemed to work for him, as he managed to make plans alone with Caradoc (which he insisted were not a date, because nobody said so directly, but obviously were). Orion, dragged away by Gid when he tried to spy on them, and then ditched in favor of football practice, wandered into the library, bored. Of course, there he met Romulus again. Remus thought the description of Romulus's laugh was a bit gratuitous, as was Orion's random stretching, like he didn't wear crop tops half the time anyway.

The chapter ended there, leaving Remus a little confused. Was Orion flirting with Romulus? Just then, he heard a pop sound. He had a message from Padfoot on Tumblr.

padfoot have you read my new chapter?

moony Yeah, just finished it, very cute Are we going to see Fab and Doc's date though?

padfoot nope orion's not there if he doesn't get to see it then neither do you

moony You can change POV just for that?

padfoot meh tbh they're a side pairing

moony What do you mean?

padfoot moony, do you want to maybe beta the next chapter? it's nearly done

moony Alright Are you going to answer my question?

padfoot nope i'm sending you a google docs link in half an hour

padfoot here: [link]

moony Padfoot!

padfoot moony! did you like it?

moony Yes, but Isn't Orion basically you?

padfoot yeah

moony And you realize Romulus is me, right?

padfoot lol yes i figured hoped

moony So...

padfoot so?

moony So you paired our characters together in your fic

padfoot yep! ^__^

moony Your gorgeous sexy OC and my dorky OC.

padfoot rom's not dorky ok he's a little dorky, but in a cute way also thanks :D since we've established orion's actually me glad you think i'm gorgeous and sexy

moony Padfoot

padfoot because i've been trying to get your attention for months

moony Wait, what? Months?

padfoot yes, months i've reblogged every one of your rare selfies i've commented on every chapter you posted i recced you on my blog and now i went and did this very nearly in public i mean anyone reading mtms knows where this is going but at least this chapter isn't posted on there so i could maybe i dunno abandon the fic if you don't like me back

moony What do you mean everyone knows where it's going? I didn't know where it was going!

padfoot how?? they were obviously flirting i mean it's a fic they always get together in the end also it's called the moon to my stars ffs

moony It wasn't obvious to me I mean I suspected but I wasn't sure

padfoot oh my god and here i thought you p much hated me or weren't even reading because i'm boring or you think i'm a perv or smtg

moony Hey, I left kudos!

padfoot yeah, back when i posted ch 1 i thought maybe you stopped reading

moony No, definitely not Sorry, I just get anxious when I try to comment

padfoot no no, i'm not trying to guilt you about not commenting that's totally fine

moony Okay

padfoot ffs moony, will you please put me out of my misery already? do you like me back or not??

moony You were the one who pointed out that I pretty much said I thought you were gorgeous and sexy

padfoot okay but you could still hate my personality

moony Is your personality like Orion's?

padfoot yes no he's the best of me and some of the not best too actually i make terrible decisions but they're amusing so i left that in but also we've been talking why do you need my oc to figure me out

moony I may have been a little star struck for most of our interactions You have tons of followers I have like five

padfoot i don't believe that

moony What, that I have five followers? Fine, I have 45. So many, aren't you amazed? Also your selfies are amazing and I'm a potato

padfoot you are not look, i actually like you i really hope you can look past the fandom celeb and just see me

moony Okay, I have an idea They have this date in chapter 8, right? Let's co write it Like, roleplay it

padfoot moony are you asking me out on a date??? that’s the best idea i've ever heard

moony Technically neither of us will be going out, but yeah, I guess I am?

padfoot ooh we can do it on skype then we can dress up for it

moony .... You just want to wear a crop top and fluster me, don't you?

padfoot good idea but we'll be sitting down anyway so you won't see it i'll have to put on makeup and fluster you

moony Okay we can talk about the details later, I gotta make a couple of corrections in your chapter

moony Okay, all done

padfoot yay! ^__^

padfoot er, moony?

moony Yes?

padfoot why are all your corrections related to rom checking out orion's butt?

moony ^_____^

padfoot don't use my emoticon against me

moony You haven't finished reading yet, have you? Keep going

padfoot oh my god they kiss romulus kisses orion moony you are perfect i'm keeping you

moony Hehe Please do <3

And they lived happily ever after, and got a shout out in the next Double Trouble video because Padfoot's fans ratted them out. The End.

#wolfstar introvert prompt #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar au #sirius black #remus lupin

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A week or so ago the IMDb announced that, a week from now (or less, depending on my levels of procrastination) they would be closing down their message boards - a move which reminded me of the days where I used to post there way back when, as well as how the forums became an utter shitshow that were about as inviting as a rusty bear trap placed on a toilet seat.

...and, no, this is not sour grapes at the fact not one person has ever commented on my IMDb forum.

Now I’m not going to pretend that the IMDb boards were always a utopia of rational and mature debate, after all those very same boards were where I got my very first online death threat from a bunch of militant Star Wars fans in response to me daring to suggest George Lucas’ next move should be apologising to the audience for wasting 135 minutes of the only life they will ever live with The Phantom Menace, a hardly controversial opinion the last time I checked, and similarly while there was healthy debate about a lot of subjects on the various IMDb forums the political debate forum was...well it was an online political debate forum, and about the best thing you could say about it is that at least words such as “snowflake” and “Libtard” hasn’t been invented yet or, at the very least, weren’t overused to the point of being punctuation, meaning that when someone was refusing to engage with you they’d at least have to be creative with their obvious dead cat tactics.

On the other hand, though, there were several communities who would regularly have engaging discussions on their respective boards, for me it was the boards for The West Wing, Chuck and Six Feet Under that had people discussing the show, offering constructive advice for people who were finding themselves having trouble keeping up with the show either because they were late starters or had merely missed an important plot point on their way, and they showed a genuine affection for whichever show they watched.

On the other hand there were the movie boards. For the love of Cthulhu, the movie boards...

One issue I did notice with a lot of message boards circa 2006-10 was people being overly defensive of their “interpretation” of a scene even though said interpretation was something they had just pulled out of somewhere notoriously unsanitary for storing things, for example I remember one poster on the Ghost Ship board - fucking Ghost Ship, of all the bloody films - who would routinely invade every discussion of the flashback scene and volunteer their hypothesis that what this scene was showing is the young girl in the film was raped before she was killed. There was no evidence to back this up, but it was their “interpretation”, so everyone had to read it umpteen times...or just block the douche, obviously. But this stretched to pretty much every boards, not someone inventing some so-called plot-relevant child rape (now there’s a sentence I didn’t think I’d be writing when I woke up this morning...) but having some crackpot notion about a film and spamming discussions with it. This happened to coincide with the time I stopped visiting the IMDb boards regularly, because while there were a few boards that were still worth visiting - for example the West Wing board was still going strong years after the show finished - but because there was so much dreck on there.

One thing I certainly remember is, having just seen Inception, I decided to check the IMDb board to see what the discussion was like, yet the only thread on the first page of the board that was vaguely relevant to the film was a troll jumping up and down in glee because they decided the film hadn’t made enough money on its opening day and was destined to fail - a theory which, like so many cock and bull “interpretations” clogging up the boards, was proven to be hilariously wide of the mark. More recently, when checking the board for Passengers (for what reason I cannot recall, given the movie was a waste of a good idea and a good cast) the same problems remained: one person volunteering their “interpretation” that Chris Pratt’s character wasn’t a selfish asshole as he saved Jennifer Lawrence’s characters’ life (in spite the film making it pretty goddamn clear she died of old age, meaning he hadn’t) as well as some waste of bandwidth posting a copy & paste rant about “liberal values” in relation to the film based on...fuck knows, to be honest, as their post didn’t seem to mention the film at all. And don’t get me started on the people who seemed to think that having an IMDb account gave them free reign to litter their incoherent posts with at least two racial slurs per post.

After the news of the board closure came out, pretty much every comment has blamed the trolls and the spammers for this, not least because the IMDb boards always placed the most recent comments at the top of the board which meant that it usually didn’t take long for any genuine discussion thread to drop off the front page, or if a genuine discussion thread was still on the front page it was because the discussion had been long since been hijacked and the thread was begging to be put out of its misery. In other words, it was the worst of Twitter/the Youtube comments section long before either of those had come close to plumbing the depths they routinely lurk at these days.

And this is the issue I have with the closure: yes, a vast majority of the boards were reason enough to beg for the Vogons to build a bypass for their intergalactic highway, yet that tiny minority of people who stood firm and actually had constructive discussions about whichever film or TV show they swore fealty to are also getting swept away, and the issue is they don’t have somewhere else to go: r/movies is in no way as comprehensive as the IMDb boards were and, it does need to be said, Reddit is hardly much of an improvement on the state of the IMDb boards. True there’s sites which have a certain degree of discussion, for example I frequent Den of Geek regularly enough, but the comments section for their articles usually doesn’t expand beyond a couple of dozen responses and it’s somewhat intimidating to post there as the regulars all know each other yet rarely engage with quote-unquote outsiders.

So now the last true vestige of discussing a film with others isn't an internet forum, but setting up a blog or maybe a Youtube channel - although in the latter case there isn’t really the chance to have a back-and-forth discussion outside of the comments section...which being the Youtube comments section goes back to the issues the IMDb boards have, as trolls, spammers and scammers rule the roost unless you are lucky to have one of the good Youtube communities (a rare enough thing in itself) or you are really on the ball in weeding that stuff out.

So while seeing everything that made the site the message board equivalent of the torture orgy in Event Horizon consigned to Silicone Hell may be something to breathe a sigh of relief over, maybe even waving a sarcastic wave as it’s dragged down into the depths, at the same time it is worth remembering those fleeting good moments from the time where people used the IMDb as it was designed: as a resource to discuss films and TV shows, to interact with other fans on a subject that both had experienced and even enjoyed, all of which will be lost in time, like tears in rain, come February 20th.

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