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baby-brightmonster · 3 years

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Leading Man: Chapter 1

The moment you’ve all been waiting for. Just kidding no one asked for this. On with the show.

Laughter and smoke, filled the room as they expelled from her mouth like a dragon. Maya’s friends laughed and quipped along with her. Her closest friend, Bridget found the script on an end table.

“Oh shit you didn’t tell us you have a new job lined up,” she mentioned setting down the bong on the coffee table.

“I don’t,” she told her. “It’s just a reading, they want to hear me sing, I doubt I’ll get it,”

“Positive,” her other friend Skyla mentioned sardonically.

“No, they want me to play Lydia, of all things, I can’t play Lydia I’m too old, I’m 26 for God’s sake. There is no way I get that role,” Maya informed, not mad, not bitter at all, she just did not think she was right for it. “They even told me to just go in and read,”

“When do you go into read?”

“Like next week,”

“Who are you reading with, do you know?” Maya shook her head, and went for another hit.

“I heard it’s going to be the dude from School of Rock,” Skyla quipped looking at her phone, “How cool would that be? I mean, how many times did you see that show?”

“Literally only twice,” Maya said a little too defensively, with people the truth of the matter was that she had watched it another time by herself, she remembered him.

“Crap what was his name again?” Bridget mentioned in a tone that felt like baiting.

“Alex,” Maya and Skyla answered at the same time. Maya from memory, Skyla from her phone. She remembered him, he was magnetic, funny, wonderful voice. He was the perfect lead, she didn't stand a chance.

“...totally fucking gone! It was hilarious!” Skyla giggled while Bridget clapped and guffawed.

“Sorry, I zoned out, what happened?” Maya muttered.

“Yeah you zoned out,” Bridget quipped. “Dreaming about Alex, were you?”

“You’re so stoned right now,” Skyla commented. “I was telling Bridget about how when we see the show, you could not take your eyes off of him, the whole time, and he was on stage, the whole time.”

“Funny how that works with him being the lead.” Maya quipped. “And he was good,”

“Real good.” Skyla said lewdly. “She looked him up through the playbill,”

“Shut up,” Maya growled,

“Followed him on Twitter,”

“Shut up,”

“Wouldn’t shut the fuck up about how he was sooo talented,”

“Fuck off Sky,”

“Downloaded the soundtrack,” Sky mentioned. “After that everything was Alex, so great, so talented, she was like a twelve year old girl around him,”

“Thank you Skyla,” Maya finalized. “Great, I’m totally not nervous, or anything?” They gently ribbed her a while, joking about how she would be doodling “I heart AB” in her algebra book, they continued to drink, and their night went on after they mercifully, moved on from the topics.

A week passed, and then it was time for the reading. Maya came in with her bag, with her sides, her heels clicking on the hard tile, In the mean time, she had signed up to dance in a music video, so despite her aching feet, she still dressed up a little. She liked to look nice wherever she went, blaming the Old Guinea mentality she had grown up with, always look good when you leave the house. Her black lace dress and heels were par for the course, the red lips were just a trademark. She looked more like Morticia Addams than Lydia Deetz. Plus one look at the wispy little teenagers that she walked past showed that she was just there for the reading to show some little girl how it was really done. Nevertheless, she liked the show she thought it was funny, and heartwarming she would have loved to have been a part of it.

“The idea that I want to do here, is I want to convey that it’s manipulative, but still kind of, charming you know?” The director tried to explain using hand gestures. “Think big bad wolf,”

“That’s a great idea yeah,” he responded bent over the script. The directors head perked up at the sound of her heels.

“There she is! Thanks so much for coming Maya,” Timbers greeted as he walked up to her and grinned, she shook his hand, not a hugger.

“Of course, happy to help,” she responded flashing a smile.

“You know, Alex?” Timbers asked good-naturedly, they made eye contact and her stomach did flips. His eyes looked like a glass of whiskey held up to the light, then he smiled at her, and she melted.

“No, I have never had the,” do not say it Maya, “pleasure,” oh god, Alex shook her hand.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” he greeted, And when he said ‘hi’ I forgot my damn name…

“Likewise,” Maya replied brightly.”I’m Maya, I’m here to make you feel tall,” He chuckled, sending an army of butterflies all over Maya’s body.

Don’t look at her dress, or her lips, he chided himself. He did not want to be the asshole in this case, he did not know how old she was, that she was in a few shows, quite a few shoes, as he found out later. She had been on one stage or another since she was ten years old. She cut her teeth with dancing. As shown by her legs. Timbers had told him so, triple threat, and she wrote. The director had told Alex it was between the dancer, Maya, he corrected himself and Sophia who was admittedly younger. He and Sophia had sang together in the first test, and he was rooting for her, Maya sat around with her long, shapely, legs crossed gushing to Leslie about how she loved her in a film she saw a few years back. Stop looking at her legs, he reminded himself, keeping his eyes glued to his notes. Okay, okay, its fine, I’m married not blind, he rationalized. She’s a pretty girl, that’s it. Timbers told them to get started, having Maya go first.

“Look babes,” he said using this gruff voice that he wanted to do for the show. Maya tensed, he carried on. “we can help out each other, you don’t like your dad, I don’t like my mom, she doesn't get me,” she was so - taken with him. 'This is A problem' she decided, the other girl's faces were captivated. They could not wait to sing with him, the youngest was bouncing and joking along an endearing way, Mays smiled back, she reminded her of her own little Sister. If the role would not go to Maya, she hoped this kid got it. Maya tried her best not to laugh, it was just a reading.

“You could use a buddy,” he sang in the voice, at that cadence it was less funny, “don’t you want a pal?” He slid over to her, feeding off the laughter in the room. “Yes, I do, yes I do,” sneaking an arm around her. Oh, fuck he smells good, she thought with the utmost dread. She miraculously, got every cue, thanking God that the script was in front of her as she doubted she could remember anything right now.

“Okay, what’s your name?” Maya sang getting into it, Alex, then snapped his eyes up and down her body and walked closer to her.

“What’s my name?” He questioned, never breaking eye contact tilting her face towards him. “I’m the best you’ll ever get, girl,” she cleared her throat stepping away from him.

“B-be a doll and spare the lecture,” she sang back getting herself together.

I am so screwed, Maya thought. If I have to work with this guy it’s going to get real messy, the song went on, with Alex begging her to “free him” dropping to his knee in front of her and grabbing her hips, with a wink to show he was just messing with her. She hoped she was not as obvious as she felt, her hands were trembling and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

“Beetlejuice,” she said, her hand without consulting her brain, ran itself through his hair. He got up to his feet, his hands still on her hips.

“Yes,” he husked, and that growl that he did, got her right where it counts. The heels put her at his eye level which made it easier for him to look at her, with a sneaky little smirk that knocked the wind right out of her.

“Beetlejuice,” she breathed. Great idea, she thought. I’ll play too, she snaked her hand up his neck to his face, brushing her fingertips behind his ear. He squeezed her arm, a cough from one of the girls brought Maya back to reality.

“Yes….” He cocked an eyebrow his smirk going to a grin.

“Beee,” she sang running her hands up his chest smoothing over his shoulders. She then comically, pushed him away. Along with the guilt she felt. He’s taken. “Cause! You’re so smart a stand up role, I’ll think about your offer let you know, but I should take my chances down below.” He straightened up and smiled at her, a genuine smile out of character, Maya fixed her gaze on the book in front of her, she would need a cold shower after this. Just in case he could not push it any further, the grunts he made in the next verse. “Okay, Beetlejuice,” moan, “Beetlejuice,” a whimper. “Being young and female doesn’t mean that I am an easy mark,” the petulant growl he gave her was enough to send her off the edge. As she sang her solo part, Alex stood back with his arms crossed over his chest smiling at her tapping his foot to the piano music. Mercifully, the song ended and Maya thought she would faint.

“Ok let’s take a small break,” Timbers mentioned. “Anyone need some water,”

“Maybe a cigarette,” Rob McClure joked, causing Alex to shoot him a look. “What?”

“Yeah, I, um,” Maya stammered. “Need to make a call.” She all but ran out of the room.

“Brightman, a word,” his agent said charging towards the door. He was about confront Rob about what the hell he meant by that cigarette comment but followed the other man anyway. The door shut and they sat in the hallway. “What the fuck was that?”

“What? She did great,” he argued. “Good voice, and they said they wanted someone who could dance, so,”

“‘What’ you know damn well ‘what’, half the people in there were expecting you to rip her dress off, when you called her ‘Baby’ I thought she was going to blow you,” he ranted.

“I’m supposed to be creepy,” Alex tried to defend, the truth of the matter is, he did not even know, she just drew him in, and maybe it was because she was older that he thought he could get a little raunchier with the song. Yeah, no one is going to buy that. He was an idiot, her manager had mentioned she was so excited to work with him and he acted like, well, a creepy old guy.

“That wasn’t creepy,” the other man argued. “That was you picking her up, which circles back to my original point - what the fuck dude?!”

“I,” he tried, just dropping any pretense. “I’ll go talk to her.”

“Good talk her out of suing,”

“Were you there?” He barked. “She was into it, I felt how she grabbed my hair, how she touched my chest,”

“She’s an actress that’s her job dumb ass,” he bit back. “Look. I don't care who you do, frankly you can take her doggy style in the bathroom for all it matters to me, just don’t let anyone see you, you can’t get mixed up with that bitch,”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Don’t defend her honor,” he said sarcastically. “The next one is fifteen try not to grope her too,”

“Fuck off man,” Alex grumbled as he went to go find Maya. Sure enough she was on the phone, speaking rapidly in what sounded like Spanish? She was laughing, so that was a good sign. When she spoke slower he registered it as Italian. God, it sounded beautiful coming from her. She caught his gaze and smiled, hurrying whomever it was off the phone.

“Hey,” she said brightly. She put her phone away, in her dress as she folded her hands formally in front of him.

“Hi,” he replied. “Oh, your dress, has pockets?” She chuckled.

“Yes, it does,” she answered giving him a kind smile. Get it together, he scolded himself. He must have been silent for too long because she followed it up with, “I can give you the name where I go it,” he chuckled and shook his head.

“I just, I wanted to say sorry, I think I went pretty overboard in there,”

“Oh, no,” she told him, “That back there? Please! I once had to tango with a guy who actually cupped my peesh in front of a live audience, which included my parents,” Alex laughed, oh hell, he thought. she’s funny. “I would have done something if you had really crossed a line, you’re okay,”

#there's a lot to unpack here #alex exists and i am forever grateful #Alex Brightman #just strikes me as someone with foot in mouth disease

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sweetcatmintea · 5 years

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Three Two One

Flash fiction Friday and I went over word limit again <.<;; Not as badly as last week but maybe next week I’ll actually stay under the 1000 word limit orz

I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have as much fun reading it! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

Prompt: Jumping Fences

Words: 1467

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“What in the actual hell do you think you’re doing!? Get away from me Dillan or I swear, I’ll beat you into the dirt.” Growled threats tumbled out, fleeing while she stayed stuck. Trapped. He didn’t stop. Hands hovered over her temples, tingling the hairs standing on end.

“You think I want to do this to you Alex? I never wanted it to come to this…” He sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ve been practicing. It’s not going to hurt.”

“Practicing my foot! I don’t goddamn care! Untie me!” Alex jerked in the seat, restrained by whatever Dillan had lying around. Belts, tape, cords. Pathetic impromptu tools. Clearly, he’d been thinking of this for a while but hadn’t bothered with the details. It was strangely offensive. She wasn’t even worth a plan? Snapping in his direction, her teeth clipped the air where his hand had been. Dillan frowned, sighing again. He needed to concentrate for this to work. The tears in Alex’s eyes misted his own. Her distress was paralysing. He had to steel his resolve. This was for the best.

“I get that you’re scared! I really do. But you can’t go on like this. You’re an adult but your parents lock you away – Don’t give me that look. You know it’s true. I’ll make it so you can be free. You aren’t going to remember this. Any of it! Just that I’m your friend and you are rooming with me for a bit. You can finally be yourself!”

The god damned arrogance! “Are you kidding me?? Mr Hero In Training wants to brain wipe me, his friend, because my parents are protective? God Damn it Dillan! What are you thinking? You’re right! I am an adult and I choose to stay with my folks. I happen to like them! Let me go already! This is ridiculous!” This was exactly why her parents were protective in the first place. When she was born, delicate and doe-eyed, her fate had been written in her soft features. In a world of heroes and villains, she’d been assigned the role of Damsel. In a way, she’d expected to face this situation one day, but not like this. How could she have known that Dillan would go screwy? He was alignment checked – chaotic good – and halfway through his hero course. More than that, he was her friend. Now he was hovering over her, awkwardly avoiding the daggers she glared into his stupid superman t-shirt.

“Look, it’s really not even a big deal. I’ll count down, touch your head and poof! You won’t remember anything bad either! I wouldn’t do that to you. Y’know, lots of people would love to forget their past. I’m doing you a service.” He faltered at her stormy face. “A-anyway. It’s not like I’m going to tell you anything weird like we’re dating or whatever. Just trust me, it’ll all turn out. I don’t even know why I’m telling you all thi-”

“You’re monologing because you’re a godDAMMED VILLAIN!”

He took a moment steadying himself from her outburst. “I guess I’m just trying to make things easier for you. Anyway, I’ll count down from three and you’ll get to start a whole new life.”

“Seriously, stop! I don’t want this! Whatever you’re going through, we can talk about it! Please, just let me go!”

Three

Alex had met Dillan at university. Her parents were apprehensive about her studying, rathering she get a non-descript job at a little bookshop or something, but nothing could dissuade her from psychology. She wanted to help other Damsels who’d been toyed with in some comic book game, then tossed away once the level cleared. She wanted to help villains overcome whatever had pushed them towards evil in the first place. You can’t solve every problem by punching it after all. Their classes ended up working together on a joined assignment. Heroes and psychs preparing for future collaboration. A paired assignment and, unsurprisingly, Alex was the last approached. It’s not all that convenient to be associated with a Damsel after all. Dillan all but tripped into the room, tardiness becoming his trademark over the following classes, and was stuck with who he could get. Dillan was being trained to use his mind control power to de-escalate hostage situations and Alex was all about cognitive mechanisms. They had a lot in common and got along very well. Alex’s parents were ecstatic that she’d finally made a university friend. His hero status wasn’t great news, but at least he’d look out for her, right? That’s how they made peace with it at least. She didn’t want to lose their time together.

Two

Alex’s other friend, Wisteria, had a smeared name, like her. Unlike her, she was no Damsel. Dark hair, smoky eyes, and a mystery at the best of times, she wore her alignment like a cloak. Chaotic evil. Villain material in the making. Her ability didn’t help matters. They met in self defence class. She always had a quiet kindness about her, hard to see to those who were not looking. Alex offered to help her with a shoulder throw she was struggling with. They worked until Alex couldn’t take it anymore. Wisteria’s under breath quips getting the best of Alex, leaving her cackling on the floor like a moron. Their friendship thrived in the form of a contest. Whoever could make the other smile more, won. Wisteria’s advantage of a naturally stoic countenance may have left her reigning champion, but they were both cramping with laughter by the end of their frequent meetings. Would Wisteria keep smiling without her?

One

Was this all because Alex had bailed on a party invite? She’d been chatting with Dillan that morning and he’d started talking about an upcoming party. It was 90% hero first years and Alex just couldn’t deal with that level of drunken ego today. Polite pass with an excuse about promising to be home early. Something about crimes on the news, parental worry, yadda yadda. Dillan had laughed it off, promising to snapchat a play-by-play commentary. It was all the usual stuff. That was until they were walking off to class. Alex had gone to jump the fence. A spectacular fail. She slipped, landing on her back like a geriatric turtle, winded. Next thing she knew, she was tied to a goddamned chair about to be reprogrammed. Dillan must’ve taken advantage of her lowered defences, sneaking into her brain while it was still trying to get breathing back on track. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. He was going to fry her. She didn’t bother stifling her sobs. What about Captain Fluffington? Who’s going to explain to him what happened? Is he going to spend his life thinking she’d abandoned him? She didn’t want this she didn’t want this she didn’t want this!!

Restart

One breathy word. Alex screwed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to forget. She braced against the oncoming touch. It never came. Squinting through cracked eyelids, she could have screeched with joy. Dillan was grunting, struggling to move. Wisteria loomed in the doorway. Murder etched into her face, she almost shook with anger. Her shadow snaked across the floor, clamping onto Dillan’s with its intangible hands, rooting him in place.

“You told people Alex was with me last!? Way to throw me under the bus you intolerable drivel merchant!”

Her fist smashed his jaw. An audible crack and he crumpled, a suspended ragdoll until her shadow released him. He moaned when she nudged him but didn’t get up.

“Sorry it took so long Lex. The police didn’t believe I was in class all day. We had to show them surveillance footage so they’d let me go.” She made quick work of unbuckling Alex. “You okay?”

As much as Alex wanted to brush it off and play it cool, all she could manage was a watery ‘Mn hm’. It had been so close. Half a second longer… A tidal wave of relief and what ifs crashed over her. Knees now jelly, she started bawling again. Wisteria wrapped her up in a hug while she cried into her shirt.

“I ought I asn’tgoinooeeyouagaiiinnn!” (I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.)

She chuckled. “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily. This is the sort of stuff I’m training for.”

Wisteria ran a hand through Alex’s hair and it was the most comforting thing in the whole damned world.

Managing to calm down to, at least, coherence, Alex whispered “I was so scared Whis.”

“I know. I’m sorry it took so long. It won’t happen again. I’ll always drop everything to come save your sorry butt. My alignment is chaotically self-interested after all. You are very important to my self.”

Alex huffed out a laugh. There’s a reason Wisteria’s her best friend.

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bunnielyse-blog1 · 6 years

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Sneak a Peek CHAPTER 5

Sneak a Peek: Sometimes you have to break the rules

*Author’s note* *Waves arms* I’m here! I’m here!

Sorry it’s been so long since I updated! This is my longest chapter yet (just at 10 pages!) so I hope you don’t mind the wait!

I hope you enjoy!

Xoxo, Bunnie

Chapter 5

The way Adrien had been scoping his fellow classmates was almost comical. He was sure he looked crazy and paranoid.

That morning before classes he loitered in the locker room and carefully watched his classmates file in, meet up with their friends, and head to their respective classes. He took careful note of every girl that came in. He watched not only his classmates, but girls from other classes and grades as well. So far he had counted nearly fifty girls that were all wearing those simple pink ballet flats by Gabriel.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

Sure, he knew he could analyze their hairstyle, eye color, or body type, but if his own Miraculous transformation altered his appearance, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that hers would be changed in some way too. He didn’t want to take any chances by eliminating girls he thought may not fit simply because they didn’t look the part. Furthermore, a new beauty crazy had taken hold of Parisian teenagers, inspired by Ladybug herself. It wasn’t unusual to find someone sporting a pigtail hairstyle or wearing red and black polka dot leggings. Some even went so far as to wear blue contact lenses.

Similarly, a new health craze called Miraculously Fit had swept the city, helping people to stay healthy through sports like martial arts and gymnastics. Adrien found this to be especially vexing. Now, most teenagers would openly flaunt their “moves”, which were exact copies of moves him and Ladybug had used against villains.

Instead of finding a girl who should have stood out from everyone else, he was finding hundreds of facsimiles.

Even now, as he sat against a courtyard wall with Nino, Alya, and Marinette during their free period, he watched as a couple of younger students practiced their martial arts, all flaunting the latest in Ladybug fashion. They were loud and distracting as they laughed and posed for selfies, mimicking his Lady.

He contemplated other methods in which to distinguish copycats from the real Ladybug. If he couldn’t rely on looks, physique, or talent then he’d have to take a deeper look into what made Ladybug, Ladybug.

She was kind, funny, quick on her feet, dedicated, fearless, unrelenting, and full of determination. She never gave up and she always spoke her mind. Most of all, she was forgiving. At times, Adrien had found himself angry or disappointed in the people who had been akumatized, but not her. She put herself on their level and comforted them when they were confused and most needed it.

She was selfless.

She was perfect.

‘Where am I going to find someone like that?’ he thought, perplexed.

“I know!”

Adrien was shocked out of his thoughts by Alya’s loud squeal. He looked at his friends, instinctively sculpting his mouth into a smile to try and hide that he hadn’t been paying attention.

“I cannot believe that Jagged Stone is creating his own clothing line!” Alya continued. Her phone was in her hand and her fingers flew over the screen as she browsed through the online store, shoving her phone into Nino and Marinette’s faces whenever she found a particularly exciting item.

“Oh,” Adrien said thoughtfully. “I remember hearing about this awhile ago. My father’s company tried to make a contract with Jagged to design the clothing, but Jagged turned him down.”

Marinette looked surprised. “Oh really? But Gabriel Fashion is one of the biggest companies in Paris!”

Adrien shrugged and flashed a small smile. “I don’t know the details,” he said unenthusiastically. “Jagged probably didn’t want to get caught up with someone as uptight as my father.”

“I don’t blame him!” Nino said loudly, balling his hands into fists. “No offense, dude, but your dad has a huge stick up his a-”

“Anyway!” Alya interrupted. Nino and Adrien laughed. “Aren’t you excited, Marinette?”

“Y-yeah!” Marinette mumbled, a bit flustered. “It’s way cool, I just wish I could afford it.”

Alya lifted a hand as if to brush Marinette’s comments out of the air. “What about when you work at the bakery?”

Marinette laughed, “It’s not a big deal. I’ll just make my own Jagged Stone clothes. It won’t be that hard; he’s all about edginess, spikes, rips-”

Nino’s eyes widened, “Really, Marinette? You make it sound like creating clothing from scratch is easy.”

Alya hugged her friend with pride. “Are you kidding, Nino? Everything Marinette wears is something she made! Right, girl?”

Marinette giggled and rubbed her arm in embarrased pride. “Yeah, totally. All my parent’s money goes into the bakery, so instead of buying clothes, I just make them.”

Adrien raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew Marinette designed fashion and had made a few pieces in the past, but he thought it was just a hobby. He had no idea that she was an actual, experienced, seamstress.

Without warning, he realized he felt some disappointment. He knew that his Lady had been wearing Gabriel ballet flats; the butterfly insignia had been unmistakable through the pool of whipped cream. If Marinette wore clothing only she made, then it just further proved that his initial belief that she was Ladybug was wrong.

‘I don’t get it,’ he thought.

He had never looked at Marinette in the same way he looked at Ladybug, so why did he feel disappointment course through him? Was he disappointed that Marinette couldn’t be her? Was it just because he had been close to finding out her identity? Was it because she had potentially been by his side all along?

Or was it something more; was he wrong about his feelings? In the last few weeks since he mistakenly assumed she was Ladybug, Marinette had crept into his thoughts. Even though he had crumpled up that theory and thrown it in the proverbial trash, thoughts of his raven-haired friend ensnared his brain. She had certainly entered his thoughts, but had she snuck into his heart?

“What about your shoes?” he asked suddenly.

Marinette’s head swiveled quickly to look at him. “W-what?” she asked timidly.

He saw his father’s logo on her shoes. “Aren’t your shoes Gabriel brand? They have the butterfly.”

“O-oh!” Marinette said with a nervous laugh. “Y-yeah! I really love your dad. Father! I love your father! I mean! I love Gabriel. The brand!”

“What she means is,” Alya interrupted. “Those shoes are her pride and joy. That’s why she wears them all the time.”

‘In other words, she didn’t make those…’

“R-right!” Marinette shouted. She took a deep breath, as if recognizing that her voice had gone up a decibel. “I really look up to Gabriel as a fashion designer and so my parents got me these shoes for my birthday when I entered collège.”

“Y’know,” Alya said thoughtfully, looking at Marinette’s shoes. “Yours do look different than the ones I’ve seen. Were they special edition or something?”

Adrien followed her gaze and noticed that tiny rhinestones adorned the toe and heel of each shoe. He squinted in thought, trying to remember if his Lady’s had the same details, but the whipped cream must have covered such delicate designs.

He realized he still had his eyes trained on her shoes and hurriedly looked up, directly into Marinette’s curious blue ones. He was mildly embarrassed to see that she had caught him staring.

“Yeah,” he added to cover his discomfort. “I don’t recall seeing any designs with these stones.”

Marinette quickly shook her head and smiled. “No, I put these on myself!”

“Really?” Nino asked in surprise, his mouth full of cheeseburger. “All of those? That had to have taken forever!”

“No, not really!” Marinette smiled. “Even though they’re Gabriel brand, I felt like I still needed to make them my own, you know? So my mom and I glued them on with fabric glue.”

Alya and Nino continued to eat their lunch and talk about the Jagged Stone clothing line. They each suggested that Marinette should create something for them, to which she eagerly agreed.

“Can you put some rhinestones on mine too?” Alya asked excitedly. She was already flipping through her phone for some edgy fashion inspiration.

Adrien couldn’t help but notice how Marinette’s face lit up and felt the unmistakable tingling of his heartstrings; a sensation that he only ever felt around Ladybug.

Maybe his feelings had begun to change.

“Sure!” she said enthusiastically. “But I’ll have to find a new type of glue to use.” She ran her fingers along the stones on her shoes. “Some of mine have fallen off, so I want to make sure yours stay on.”

Alya squealed again, hugging her friend. “Girl, I am so excited! You’re the best!”

Adrien smiled at his friends, his eyes hovering on Marinette a little longer than usual. Nino was a welcome distraction from his malstrom of thoughts - now even more confused than before - as they discussed Jagged Stone’s clothing and plans for the weekend.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind to Adrien, thanks to his muddled thoughts of Marinette and Ladybug. He couldn’t get his friend out of his mind. As if a seed had been planted and was taking root, he began connecting what he knew about Marinette and what he knew about his Lady. The puzzle pieces were fitting together to form a bigger picture of who his Lady might really be and his imagination was running wild.

He imagined himself as Chat Noir fighting alongside Ladybug.

Then he was Chat Noir flying high across the city with Marinette in his arms.

Him and Marinette sunbathing on a beach in the south.

Sipping coffee together.

Cuddling next to a fire.

Saving their city.

Smiling.

Laughing.

“It has to be her, Plagg.” Adrien said quietly as he watched the sun begin to set.

Plagg twitched his whiskers, “Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.”

Adrien rolled his eyes, but smirked at his friend in semi-annoyance. “Don’t you know how to say anything else?”

“Can’t you do anything else besides roll your eyes?” Plagg shot back with a smug flick of his tail.

Adrien grimaced inwardly when he realized he was about to roll his eyes. “Touché.”

“Well, Lover Boy,” Plagg teased as he floated over to Adrien and leaned against the window pane. “Do you want to go clear your mind, or what?”

“You read my mind,” he smiled. “Plagg, claws out!”

Soon they were flying through the air and Chat’s smile grew into a huge, toothy grin as the wind pleasantly whipped his hair off his forehead.

He ran across rooftops and vaulted from building to building. He enjoyed hearing gasps from the Parisians as he passed and waved when they held up their phones for a quick picture.

The sun was nearly set as he settled onto a sloping rooftop near Marinette’s balcony.

He hadn’t planned on visiting her when he first set out, but the words, ‘What if…’ buzzed around his consciousness like an annoying fly.

What if…

He was right?

What if…

He talked to her as Chat Noir? Would she act differently? Would she give herself away?

What if…

There was was an Akuma attack tonight? He could watch her as she heard the news. He would see her Kwami. He would see her transformation.

‘What if…’

Those thoughts were still fluttering around his subconscious as he debated whether or not to make the jump to her balcony.

His mind was made up for him, however, when he heard Alya’s familiar shrill float up from the open balcony door. Chat vaulted onto one of the patisserie’s many chimneys - careful to land silently - so as to listen to their conversation with ease.

“Girl!” Alya gasped. “He asked you what? How long have you even been talking to him?”

Chat’s ears perked up even further. ‘Him? Him who?’

Marinette giggled and Chat recognized that she sounded a little uncomfortable. “Since the music festival.”

There was a long whistle - ‘Probably from Alya,’ he thought - followed by a short silence.

“How’d he even get your number?” Alya asked.

“I think Juleka gave it to him.”

Silence again.

“Oh stop, Alya!” Marinette sounded annoyed, a tone Chat had rarely heard from her, except when she spoke with Chloe.

“What?” Alya asked defensively.

“I just think you’re getting a little too protective.”

“Bu-”

“I mean, thank you for caring and making sure I’m okay-”

“Girl-”

“But you don’t have to be my caretaker either.”

Marinette had said everything in a rush and let out a long sigh after she finished. Chat assumed she had been holding that in for a while. It must have taken a lot of courage for her to say that to her friend. He smiled slightly at the thought.

Alya sighed and Chat could imagine she was her rubbing her eyes. “Marinette, I know you don’t need me to fight your battles. But do you even really know this guy? I mean, he’s like what, three years older than us? Isn’t that a little weird?”

“Two years,” Marinette corrected.

‘Two years?’ Chat thought, his jealousy growing. That practically made this guy an adult. What’s an adult doing chatting up a teenager?

“It’s not weird,” Marinette added. “He’s still in school. And he’s a nice guy! It’s not like he’s some weirdo off the street.”

“Okay, okay, fine!” Alya acquiesced. “I mean, if he’s Juleka’s brother, he can’t be that bad.”

“Thank you!” Marinette said happily.

‘Luka?’ Chat thought back to that day on Juleka’s boat and the music festival. Since the festival, him and Luka had met up occasionally to play keyboard and guitar. Luka was a talented musician and Adrien found that it was easy to keep up with him as they improvised songs.

What was he doing talking to Marinette?

“Hey!” Marinette said suddenly. “I thought you were all for me chasing after Luka?”

Her friend scoffed. “I’m all for you chasing after someone else!”

Chat’s eyes narrowed in thought. ‘Someone else?’

Marinette’s accompanying sigh was full of frustration and unhappiness. “That’ll never happen.”

“Adrien’s blind, Marinette.”

Chat shot up at full attention. He had to physically slap a hand to his mouth to muffle the yelp that escaped his lips.

“You’ll have to make the first move on him, girl,” she continued.

Marinette squealed in embarrassment. “I can’t!” she whined.

Alya was speaking in between her laughter, but it sounded like another language to Chat’s shocked mind. Until Marinette began speaking again and his heart felt like it was on a rollercoaster.

“No, Alya,” she said soberly. “I can’t. I’m trying to move on.”

“I don’t believe you!” Alya said sarcastically. “As long as I’ve known you, you’ve been in love with that boy.”

‘In love…?’ Chat’s heart was beating out of his chest. Marinette loves him? Was that why she was always so ditsy and flustered around him? It wasn’t because he was a celebrity? It was because she had a crush on him?

He had been wrong about her this entire time and he felt terrible. He was so used to being gawked at and asked for autographs and selfies from equally flustered and ditsy fans, that he had immediately placed her in the “crazed fan” category.

But she had never asked for his autograph.

All of their selfies were with their friends and not for fansites.

He felt a large weight rest in his gut as the guilt settled in. He had always put her at arm’s length all because he had jumped to conclusions and had the wrong impression of her. He had never given her a chance to get to know her outside of class or social gatherings. He lamented his distance from her as realization hit him that she truly cared about him as a friend. She was always kind to him, even giving him her unique lucky bracelet. She was always encouraging in his pursuits, like the music video. She was funny and quick witted and he admired how often she would jump in to defend a classmate against Chloe.

He just wished she was comfortable around him, crush or no crush. He had begun to appreciate her true personality, but was quickly disappointed when she shied away from him.

He just wanted her to treat him like she treated Alya.

To talk to him and joke with him.

In his recent memory, the only time Marinette talked to him without fumbling over her words was when he visited her as Chat Noir. He considered for a minute that maybe he should continue to visit her in his disguise, but he quickly shook the thought out of his head.

‘No,’ he thought. ‘If I want to get the real Marinette, I need to be the real Adrien.’

Sitting on the rooftop, the warm breeze tickling the hair at the nape of his neck, Chat finally accepted his feelings for Marinette. They didn’t measure up to his feelings toward Ladybug, but he couldn’t ignore the warm feeling in his heart either. He didn’t necessarily reciprocate her feelings of love, but he couldn’t deny the crush he was forming for her.

A small smile began to grow on his lips as he made up his mind to get to know the real Marinette. He was determined to make her comfortable around him, enough so that her Adrien-induced stutter would stop and they could speak freely. He found that he wanted to know more about her.

He hadn’t noticed that the girl’s voices had faded and was jolted back to reality when he heard the bakery’s front door open and close. He carefully crawled along the roof so he could peek down to the street below. Alya and Marinette were standing just beyond the entrance to her home, saying their goodbyes.

“Marinette, I know Adrien’s a sensitive topic and I’m sorry I brought it up.” Alya hugged her friend and Marinette nodded in understanding. “I think a date with Luka sounds great. How about we all go. Like a double date!”

Marinette clapped her hands together and jumped a little. “That’s a great idea! Are you sure? I mean, would Nino mind?”

Alya waved her off. “Not at all! It’ll be fun. Granted, he’ll probably be just as confused as me that you’re getting over Adrien-”

‘Getting… over?’

“But he likes Luka, musician to musician. So it’ll be fun!”

Marinette smiled and hugged her friend again. “Thanks so much! You’re the best!”

The two friends separated and Chat heard Alya call out, “Keep me posted!” before she disappeared around the corner and Marinette made her way back inside.

Chat sat in mild shock. It seemed too ironic that the moment he realized his feelings for her, the moment he decided to gain the courage to possibly date her, she was over him and dating someone else.

First Ladybug turns him down on the roof and now Marinette decides he’s not worth chasing after.

He couldn’t win.

‘What does Luka have that I don’t have?’ he thought in frustration. But his own argument was quickly snuffed when he remembered that he could only blame himself. She had been smitten with him for over two years, but his disregard for her feelings had pushed her away.

Feeling dejected and full of self-loathing, along with a large dose of Luka-aimed jealousy, Chat stood to his full height and vaulted into the night and away from bakery’s aroma.

To be continued…

*Endnote*

Ah!! I hope you liked it!!!

I was going to continue this chapter, but I think it just makes more sense to continue into a new chapter.

Adrinette & MariChat was SO CLOSE!!!!!! (I ship MariChat hard, btw) >.>

Anyway, I really mixed up my writing style in this chapter, but I hope you guys liked it. I felt like Adrien’s thoughts were so all over the place and jumping from one thing to another that I began writing his thoughts in an unstructured/structured/poetic form. Sort of like how I think all of our thoughts are stream of consciousness; one thought comes from another thought that comes from another thought and so on.

What do you think?

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swampgallows · 6 years

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well, so, tumblr ate my post on my phone, but the gist of what i wanted to say was that it was, of course, amazing, but i feel like... and this is kind of cheesy and embarrassing but, it wasn’t really until this year, between wonder woman and this film—the shape of water—that i felt like anything was “for me”.

i cannot remember the last time my heart swelled like that during a film, let alone in general. in fact, i’m not sure it ever has. not in that way. this film made me understand why people care for romance films or romance itself, the appeal of it. i cried a lot. and i cried a lot during wonder woman too, but for a different sort of reason. wonder woman helped me realize i was starving to see a strong, whole woman; i had thought to myself “no wonder people love superheroes so much”. i thought they were fun, of course, but it wasn’t until wonder woman that i truly felt that kind of power, that feeling of being uplifted. it was like... hope, and protection. even growing up i never had a “hero”, as it were, not until chris metzen, and that wasn’t until i was well in my teens. i have felt like the outcast for so long that i couldnt even feel like an underdog, let alone a hero.

it’s foolish to say what i found in the shape of water was “representation”, but... it was like a validity. it felt verified. it felt.... real. it wasn’t goofy. it wasn’t a joke. it wasn’t supernatural or one-sided. it felt very real. i did not even realize there were tears in my eyes until one fell down my face. it felt so very real to me. of course, i love all of guillermo del toro’s movies, particularly in that he engages with fairy tales—parables, too, as he had mentioned in the interview following the credits—with a reverence, an authenticity. with respect. when you accept these creatures and themes as real, they become real. but if you maintain the whole time that it’s “just CGI”, “just movie magic”; proving his whole point, when you “Other” these creatures, you turn them into things. you make them objects instead of real, believable, sentient things. and his point was that we do this to people too. “There is no us VS them. There is only us.”

and, really, on the heels of seeing Bright, the contrast between the films is stark. Bright achieved almost the exact opposite of taking these fantasy races—which are to be respected as fellow people in an urban fantasy setting—and immediately Othering them, as well as making the entire film about their Otherness. additionally, the “message” of the film is lost when jakoby is the exception to the rule, the “One Good Orc” instead of “orcs are people” (despite literally having the line “orcs are people too”, this is never put into practice). and he is even further robbed of that by ward being a bright all along instead of jakoby, or even BOTH of them. ALL the formulaic evidence points to jakoby being a bright. “brights are elves, rarely humans, NEVER orcs”; jakoby is unblooded, round-toothed, clan-less, seen as a dissenter to his entire race; inexplicably wanted to be a cop ever since he was a little kid even though there have never been orc cops and most are sent off to war; demonstrably more sensitive and inquisitive than most orcs; even the very last moment up until ward’s bright reveal, jakoby gives an entire relay of the myth of jirak the humble orc farmer, who was unblooded, who turned out to be a man of prophecy, and begs ward to go back and help tikka. “I think we’re in a prophecy!” yet ward is the bright and jakoby isn’t. fucking L. ZERO payoff. ward is a racist asshole to jakoby the entire fucking film, treats him like shit, then finds out HE gets to hold a magic wand? fuck off.

yet even bright, in all of its horribleness, still feels like it was “for me”. so, it’s strange, but, i feel like mainstream stories are... finally becoming accessible to me? it’s hard to explain. Like, there’s a reason i’m rooted in my Very Insular Interests and all that bullshit. i dont feel welcome anywhere else. of course i stick with what’s familiar, and i dont think i will ever “move on” from these core aspects of my life and personality, but... it feels like there are stories coming out that i can actually relate to, things where my interests are the focus instead of being a side character or an extra in the background, or it’s the core plot to a film instead of being a parody or, worse, from a documentary angle. “how strange this is! why are people like this! can you BELIEVE there are people who relate better to MONSTERS than PEOPLE? god, there are people who actually think this is COOL but it’s so lame and stupid and for total nerds!!! UGH, can you BELIEVE those crybaby SJWs are BEGGING for a FEMALE SUPERHERO for WOKE FEMINIST POINTS?”

wonder woman stood atop the tower, alone, triumphant, and had saved the village. and everyone looked up at her, in awe of her, full of gratitude. that shot made me think “this is why little boys want to be superman.” there was a little girl in me that thought “i wish i could be wonder woman.” something like gender shouldn’t make a difference, but what a difference it makes. i mean, there’s a reason i havent felt that feeling before. and it’s not because i have any particular affinity for superheroes or diana herself; i truthfully have very little interest in either. but that is the first time i have ever seen a solitary, non-sexual, powerful woman. even in trying to tell my mom about the shot after i saw the film, i burst into tears.

bright was handled like shit, but the fact that the movie even got made is astounding to me, particularly because it didn’t have the “excuse” of being rooted in preexisting media. so even though the story was shit, that it was an original screenplay is HUGE to me. Hellboy II was sick as hell, one of my favorite films, and pulled off the ‘urban fantasy’ much better than bright could ever hope to, but it had the veil of being a “comic book film”, so people knew they were going in under a pretense that it would be pulp and campy. essentially, not serious. not real. already written off as “this isn’t real so it can’t affect me. i’m just turning my brain off for a while.”

i guess it’s just that... these monsters are so real to me and i relate to them so deeply that it’s almost like seeing myself, in a sense. i feel such a personal attachment to them that seeing a creature as obscure as an orc on film or outside the same realms of media (lotr, warcraft, d&d) is cause for celebration. it’s like seeing something that even vaguely references a rave; i feel acknowledged because that’s me, that’s my community, those are my people. and OTHER PEOPLE recognize that that’s me too. i remember in high school one of my classmates told me to watch the entirety of disney’s chicken little (not recommended) because it made him think of me. why? there was a split second where one of the characters (the ugly duckling, thanks asshole) holds a glowstick. that is literally it. there wasn’t even techno playing. it was wannabe by the spice girls. but even then i was still like (POINTS) ME

and i think that’s something guillermo understands, because he relates so deeply to monsters as well. and interviewers and other media outlets might take it as a novelty—oh that kooky del toro, what will he think of next! isn’t that bizarre! what a strange man he is haha oh but we love it! wow, totally trippy settings! where does he come up with this stuff???—but del toro makes sure his films convey respect and severity. He doesn’t play up these films as pulp or tongue in cheek or with any sort of bashfulness of “i know this is silly, but...” He doesn’t feel a need to excuse himself for his interests. he portrays them fully and seriously, and that gives me great courage. as someone who is constantly apologizing for my interests being too silly or “too insular” (I will never get over that haha sorry!) or too obscure or too abrasive, always being too loud or too much or too ugly, seeing my interests portrayed with genuine respect and depth always feels worthy of celebration to a degree i cant put into words. it gives me strength to exist, unabashedly, and as my full self.

i’m excited for the blockbuster bubble to burst. maybe, finally, all of us at the edges will finally get to surface. i am already seeing the little trickles.

#bright spoilers /#the shape of water spoilers /#blathering

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kalimarsdreamlog · 7 years

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Dream 66: I am the World’s Punching Bag (and a Liepard)

Here’s another old one. It used to be my longest, but the Two Part Special dwarfs it in comparison, so…anyway, this one jumps around a bit and was a little hard to make sense of, but it was pretty awesome too! Or at least I thought so at the time. It’s a bit overdramatic.

Copy/pasted from my notes as usual, just cleaned up a bit.

Camping is where it all started. I could transform into a liepard. It was awesome. But before that happened I was just on my trip. The first thing we did was go to this amusement park. Everyone had a ticket that could get us in at any time, but only a certain number of times. I don’t know if ours worked once or twice. Anyway, in order to get in you had to climb these tree branches that practically made a 6-foot-high briar patch that went up to the scanner people.

Probably thanks to being able to turn into a liepard, I could jump super high. Instead of having to climb the branches like everyone else (I don’t know how grandpa did it!) I just jumped up, scanned my ticket, and was in the park. Actually thanks to my jumping abilities I probably could have just jumped over the fence. It was uneven enough I could easily find a low part. Oh well. I had fun with Savanna for a while.

Then the scene changed. I don’t know how or why, but I was back home in my room at my mom’s, albeit a very plain version. (With space under my bed, no shelves, and no clutter.) I had an entirely different backstory with a new cast of characters, so I guess the dream shifted. I was friends with fairies. Fairies of every color came to visit me in my room all the time, and they were normally invisible to the human eye. I don’t know why I could see them. Maybe because I was like a giant fairy myself? Unless I was just imagining things.

The door started to open. It was Umbridge! She’s famous for her disdain for magical creatures, and fairies were no different. I was on my bed at the time. The little black fairy hid between the bed and the wall, like where i stash things, and the little red fairy hid Under the bed. I didn’t want to reveal their positions with my size by hiding there too, so when I realized Umbridge couldn’t see me either, I flew up near the ceiling away from the bed, presumably out of reach. But alas, it was not so. The bells and chain mail on my outfit (for all fairies had that) jingled and chink’d as I flew up there, and by following the sound she found me. Oh well, it was better me than my fairies. She poured what I thought was a revealing potion to make me visible, but now I’m thinking it was more like a paralysis potion, to keep me from moving. Her next potion was a size-changing potion. Had I been tiny-fairy-sized, it would have made me human sized. Instead, it became a shrinking potion that made me tiny-fairy-sized. At three-and-a-half inches tall, it was much easier to evade her.

With nowhere else to go, I flew to the fairy kingdom. I went to a fairy banquet while I was there. Some things didn’t always shrink right. I was lucky my glasses were still the right prescription. They were so small that the lenses were held in place by two or three little pegs each, instead of wire rims. Of course the pegs were connected to the ear-pieces. I noticed another fairy with only one lense glowering at me, so I tried to offer some form of apology. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t communicate well in dreams for some reason, so I ended up saying something like, “Sorry. I guess only half a dozen lenses ever make it through shrinking,” guessing he was shrunk too. Glasses were delicate things to shrink and it didn’t always work out.

the dream shifted again. Not quite what it was before yet (I mean what happened to the camping trip?) But close enough that the timeline or whatever eventually merges back up. My dad showed up and took me to this water park that was the coolest combination of slides and lazy river. All you had to do was enjoy the ride! We had to go home before we reached the end of it though, so while my dad found a way out (by walking on the side or something) I had to climb through the journeying thing the wrong way. Got lost on the way back. (and I was so close too!)

I ended up at these tubes, like at a mcdonalds playground except better. As in bigger around, longer, and not smelly. There were miles and miles of tubes. I explored on my own, still with my swimsuit and intertube from the slides, when I noticed the ladies manning the slides and tunnels kept calling me “sir.” They thought I was a boy! I’m fine with being called sir but that was pretty funny.

I ditched the intertube and found a long tunnel I was alone in, and transformed back into a liepard. Suddenly, I could run in the tunnels! Running like people normally draw (horse) obviously didn’t work. With the wrong body shape it was too slow. It was hard to run like a cat because it felt clumsy and unnatural, but I eventually got the hang of it.

Soon enough I ran into a group of kids and teens that were going on a path through the tunnels that would lead back to the campsite. Returning to human form,I caught up with them and merged with the group enough that they knew my name and never knew I wasn’t part of the group in the first place. Sadly, one of the girls there was afraid of people who could transform, so I did my best to refrain from it. But it was hard to do since it was so much a part of me. Then one of the slides we were supposed go down (and did) was basically broken and run down, and we couldn’t use it. So we had to go back.

From then I noticed this weird guy tailing us. He was going at quite a clip to catch up, and I didn’t think he had the best intentions. I was the last to catch up with the group and had to run liepard style to keep up. (While still a human, mind you) it was annoying though to see the others crawling ahead of us. The guy was going to catch up at that rate! (Haha I just remembered at that point I actually turned around and hissed at him! XD) We got far enough away though that we found an exit. It was a pole you were supposed to slide down. The lady working it got some kid to go down and I heard him reach the ground a few seconds later. (We were basically on a second or third floor) I went next, transforming as I went to cushion the fall. I landed lightly on my paws and scampered of. I then realized my mistake because that girl went behind me. Woops. I transformed back into a human and hoped she didn’t notice, then ran off to find the campsite.

But then the guy following us in the tunnels found me. He put me in this cage thing inside the roots of a tree with like a safe door held in place with sharp sticks. After he left I waited for something to help. Sharp sticks aren’t extremely intimidating, but I couldn’t reach them to get them out of the way. I hoped I could escape before the end of the trip, otherwise I had no way home. Then this little white german-shepherd type dog came along, and in his excitement to see me he knocked the sticks out of the way. I opened the door (probably broke it down, can’t remember because people keep interrupting me while I’m trying to write) and realized I knew where I was! I had a leash and my rollerblades stashed nearby! I grabbed them and put the leash on the dog, and had him run on the sidewalks to camp. We practically flew back to the camper. When we got back I greeted everyone and told my story and they were happy to see me, when the dog started…purring? That sort of weirded me out. I stopped hugging him, (that little guy was my savior) let Savanna take a look, (she’s a vet) and went back into the camper for a good night’s rest.

It was the last day of the trip, and we went to a Ren fair. I ran into the girl from the playground tunnels, the one that was afraid of transforming people. I was with secret agents or something. The girl’s family were bad guys who hated anything that could transform. I don’t know who attacked first, but suddenly her parents and the agent or two with me were down, leaving me and her with her dual blades. They were like curved daggers. She had already killed with them. I did my best to talk her down, but got too close. She reached her knives around me to my back, and pressed down till I bled. Noting our position, took the opportunity to give her a hug and told her she didn’t have to kill anymore. She froze, but after some hesitation I heard (and felt, thank you) the knives drop to the ground. That danger over, I transformed into my liepard form and purred and rubbed my face on her until she started petting me and she realized that maybe people who could transform weren’t so bad after all.

I found friends at the ren fair, but mostly hung out with Savanna. She went off on some ride I refused to ride. While she was busy I ran into Black. (as in the pokemon character)

We met a guy advertising free plane rides. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so Black and I decided to try it. In the dream I had piloting experience, so I got to fly the plane myself. We ended up getting a bad plane. (Tip of the left wing was torn off. It wasn’t as bad as other planes I had apparently flown) I flew for a minute until the guide decided to “show us something cool.” He took the controls and flew us through a forest. I thought that was the cool thing he was talking about, since dodging trees was foolhardy enough, but then he flew under the roots of a tree. He scraped the long wing against something and lost control of the plane. Despite his best efforts, we crashed. From third person, all you could see of the plane was a huge explosion. When the smoke cleared, the guy worriedly (it WAS his fault) asked, “Is anyone hurt?” (All that were in view were Black and the guide) The guide was fine. Black was fine. But a heavy, “Yeah,” was heard from off-screen. (Cue dramatic Comic form, with long horizontal panels and the only colors being black, white…and red.) They looked back to see me with blood all over the left side of my chest and right arm. Apparently the deep wound on my chest was from the shrapnel. Black sort of panicked and did everything he could to stop the bleeding. (He was SO crushing on me) I don’t know what the guide did. Get bandages from the plane? Whatever the case, the guy drove us back and revealed that he had ulterior motives for letting us fly. He wanted to win some kind of contest or race, but he needed a team to do it with. With a pretty co-pilot like me, (that is not me being conceited that is exactly what he said) he was sure to win. So confident was he of his abilities, he even let me fly for a minute or two. Taking the plane through the forest for a couple tricks should’ve made up for it if I flew badly. Even with our rickety plane, he was sure we could still cross the finish line first. Obviously, that failed.

He dropped me off somewhere in the fair so I could get help while Black either stayed with him to make sure he didn’t “try anything funny,” like running away, or ran off much faster than I could to find help more quickly. I saw Savanna and walked over, raising my arms as if in presentation. I was covered with bandages to the point my right arm and chest were positively FLUFFY. My back where the knife-slices were was bandaged too. She asked, “What’s up?” Like she didn’t notice anything. Which I was a little indignant over, but now wasn’t the time.

“Do you know where the nearest hospital is?”

“Why?” (Come on Savanna you don’t ask why when it comes to hospitals!)

“Plane crash. Apparently I’m losing blood pretty quickly.” Actually, I was afraid of becoming lightheaded and passing out from moving too quickly, and was taking care to move as smoothly as possible. Her eyes widened.

“Oh. Okay. Let’s go.” She took me over to a tavernish place because we were at a ren fair and didn’t know where the hospital was. We found this lady who looked like she knew what was going on. My step-dad woke me up before I could actually get help though. He had a bad habit of doing that.

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