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dyns33 · 3 years

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Raining cats and dogs

The silly movie The Voices inspired this silly story

Y/N must be going mad.

It was the only logical explanation.

Otherwise, how would a dog and a cat have entered her apartment in the middle of the night, quietly waiting for her to wake up,? They seemed to have fallen from the sky in the middle of her living room.

How could a cat and a dog get along too ?

And above all... They were talking.

Y/N was sure the cats and dogs weren't talking.

But the big Labrador who said was named Thor, and the black cat who seemed to be called Loki, had been talking to her over and over since they had been staying with her.

Oddly, they stopped as soon as she had a visit, behaving like completely normal animals in front of others. But as soon as the intruders left, they started over.

They reminded her of that little angel and that nasty demon that people said they had on their shoulders.

Thor, between bark and trickle of drool, gave her advice on how to be happy, have a good life, help those who needed it. Loki, when he wasn't hiding under her bed, would come and ask for hugs on her laps, purring against her, before coming up with a plan to trick someone, play pranks, have a little fun.

It was terribly exhausting, and at the same time Y/N was quite happy to have them.

They kept her company.

Even when they bickered, it set the house a little bit, making her laugh.

There were also the whispers when she was sleeping.

"Brother, we should tell her."

"No. If we tell her, it won't work. You heard what he said. It's a test. Shut up now, you're going to wake her up."

"But Loki, I don't want to be a dog forever."

"So keep on bothering her with your big talk about honour and kindness. Personally, I'm having a lot of fun."

It was true that Thor, even though he was a very kind and affectionate dog, could be annoying when he spoke. Unlike Loki, his brother, even though Y/N didn't see how a cat and a dog could be brothers.

If she forgot about his spoiled prince behaviour, which was a pretty normal behaviour for a cat, and his prank proposals, Loki was quite charming. He didn't speak as much as Thor, he respected her privacy, and he would sometimes come and snuggle up to her when she was sad, as if he sensed it and wanted to help, but always making it seem like it was only because he wanted attention.

Y/N might be going mad, but she hoped they would stay with her.

Which was not possible. It was obvious they had come from somewhere, some magical place they had been banished from, or a dark corner of her sick mind, and one day they would return there.

Thor seemed eager to leave, staring up at the sky with sad eyes, especially when it was raining and there was a thunderstorm..

"Fear not my lady." he said when he saw that she was afraid. Thor always called her My Lady, while Loki preferred Little Human. "I'll protect you. Thunder obeys me."

"That's good to know. And is the sun Loki's ?"

"No. Loki owns chaos."

The cat said nothing, pretending to sleep on her arm.

It probably should have scared Y/N, but she had never felt that good.

After a long stay, Thor the dog began to be depressed. The hugs, the walks, the slices of steak were all great, but he missed his real home. He argued more and more with his brother, begging him every night to stop his nonsense and do his part.

"You heard what he said. It's not me who decides."

"That's wrong. Father made it clear. I did what I had to do. She's nice. She helped several people yesterday."

"She was nice before you arrived."

"But she still is, I turned her away from your ridiculous pranks. Over to you now. You make no effort. You do everything to make her hate you."

"No. She hates me, that's all. Leave me now."

The next day, Loki had taken refuge under the sofa, and Thor didn't know what to do. This situation could not go on.

"My Lady, I have to confess something to you."

"I know, I'm crazy."

"Not at all, you are very strong and courageous. You are so good to us, despite the weird situation. You see, my brother and I are not animals, but Gods."

"Shut up." growled the cat in a threatening tone, without leaving his hiding place.

"She must know. We are Gods and we angered our father, Odin. To punish us, he sent us to Earth, turned into animals. He told me that if I wanted to come back, I had to do a good deed, and lead the way. I did. When to Loki, Father said he must know love. My brother is not good at it. I know he is a bit mean and scary, but my Lady, please love him."

"Shut your mouth !" Loki repeated, leaping at the dog to scratch him, before fleeing into the bedroom. "You're going to ruin everything ! Everything !"

After taking the time to treat the dog's injury, although it was not very serious, Y/N went to find the cat, who seemed to be crying in a corner, lying under the desk. He refused to look at her when she called him.

"He ruined everything." he said weakly.

"Loki... I don't understand. But I want to help you."

"I do not need help."

"Are you happy to be a cat ?"

"... No. But I'm glad to be here. I... I like you, little human. But you don't love me. Otherwise I wouldn't be a cat anymore. And now that you know that you have to love me to get rid of me, then it's over."

"Get rid of you ?"

"You don't need to pretend to console me. Nobody loves me, little human. That's why my father chose this punishment. He's cruel."

Y/N found it hard to believe that no one liked Loki. It was obvious that his brother had a lot of affection for him. He wasn't perfect, but if he acted like the cat she had known so far, he was quite lovable. A little annoying, but adorable most of the time.

She leaned towards him gently, then kissed his tiny head.

Nothing happened.

"... I knew it."

"I will try again." She said, placing several kisses on his fur.

"It's not necessary. I knew it would happen. I wish you didn't hate me. But at the same time I'm happy. I'm stuck here. I don't want to leave, I really love to be with you, although you would probably prefer that I go."

"I don't hate you. I don't understand why this doesn't work."

"Do not lie to me."

"It's the truth. But listen, if you want to stay, cat or not, I'd be glad to keep you. I don't want you to leave either. I'll talk to Thor. We'll find a way to help him, and when he's gone, we'll stay together. "

"... Truly ?" Loki asked timidly, finally looking at her with bright green eyes, full of hope, joy and gratitude.

Tenderly, she hugged him, still trying to show him that she was serious, but he was still a cat no matter what. Still, Y/N was sure she loved him.

So she began to cry in her turn.

"No tears, little human. I don't deserve this."

"Shut up, stupid kitten." she sobbed.

"Sorry, my Lady. I accept your grief, although it pains me to see you like this because of me."

"It's my fault, my kisses don't work. Maybe... It has to be mutual feelings ?"

"Then it should work." Loki sighed. "Because I love you."

"And I love you !"

"Hmm."

"... You still don't believe me ?"

"... I know you're not lying. But I can't believe it. You must be crazy, little human. Or very sad, terribly desperate, to want someone like me."

"You really think no one loves you then ? You don't love yourself at all."

The black cat in her arms stared at her with a look that Y/N could not understand, as if he was seeing her for the first time, that he was admiring and fascinated by her, until a great light illuminating the room, and that he be replaced by a tall man with black hair and green eyes, who looked at her with the same expression.

Another man, blond and muscular, entered before she could speak.

"My brother, you did it ! Lady Y/N loves you !"

"Yes Thor, she does. But most of all, he accepted this love."

Everyone jumped at the voice, Loki cursing.

The old man with one eye who spoke and stood by the window must have been their father, Odin. He first congratulated his eldest son, who had immediately done everything to accomplish his task, then he looked at Loki for a long time.

"I never said that someone should love you. You are already loved. Me, your mother, your brother, our people. But you don't see it. You don't want to believe it. convinced that you are a heartless monster who did not deserve the affection of others. Some think that you only love yourself, because you are selfish and lonely, but that's not the truth, is it my son? You're afraid. Afraid of suffering and hurting others. It's easier to be hated. But you've finally made it. It's time to go home."

"No !" Loki shouted, hugging Y/N. No, Father, I want to stay with her. "

"I cannot leave my son on Midgard."

"Father…" Thor whispered, like a plea.

"I can't. However… I can host a Midgardian on Asgard. If she wishes."

"I…" Y/N stammered, looking at the three men. "It's not that I don't want to. But my family ? My friends ? My job ?"

"Hmm. It is not forbidden to visit the realms. But to be with my son, you will have to follow him and stay by his side as often as possible."

It wasn't really a clear answer, but she would quickly see that Odin never answered clearly. Y/N could have hesitated, but she looked Loki in the eyes again, which were still shining, and then she knew she was certainly totally mad, agreeing to follow him.

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stargaze-issei · 3 years

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— 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 !

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; matsukawa takes you on a date, filled with surprises until the very end.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; cursing bc i can't see mattsun not cursing

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff, like, FLUFF

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2266 (it's a pretty number)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 1. this came in a dream 2. can y'all tell how obsessed am i with the idea of stargazing with mattsun??

i’m here, hurry or i’ll leave u <3

the effect issei had on you never changed, a giggle emerged from your throat and escaped your mouth. you could picture your impatient boyfriend, tapping with his fingers on the wheel at the rhythm of the music, looking at the entry of your building every two seconds, his moody expression being as adorable as usual. on purpose, you walked lazily outside your place, hoping to get on his nerves. issei never was one who worried a lot, but he lost his cool rather quickly against waits, no matter how short they were. however, his annoyed mock changed the moment he saw your figure appear from behind the door, looking gorgeous as always. a smitten grin took place in his face, watching you getting nearer and nearer. if hanamaki would’ve been there, he most definitely would’ve teased him.

“hey, since you won’t tell me what we’re doing i thought i—” matsukawa’s hand cup your face, pulling you softly for a kiss. his lips were a little dry at first, but nothing you weren’t used to. a taste of his usual monster drink was noticeable in his mouth, making you smile in the middle of the kiss. such an eboy, you thought, choosing to keep it to yourself instead of ruining the moment.

“you’re pretty, want to be my girlfriend?” he asked, playfully smirking at you, his hands still held your face close enough to feel his breath mixing with yours.

“sorry but i’m a little out of your league, don’t you think?” his mouth opened in an O at your answer before leaning in to kiss you again. you responded, after so many kisses, in perfect synch while your hands placed on top of his.

despite the first feeling of disconcert, you chose to follow your boyfriend’s game. issei was more reserved than one would think, usually not the one who initiated physical affection beyond hand holding or a peck on the lips, but sometimes he had his moments of clinginess where he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and kisses were spread all over you. he took distance from you, breaking the kiss to stare at your face and caress your cheek with his fingers, making you rub it against his hand as a cat would do. his smile widened before he united your noses in a skimal kiss, and then finally letting you go off his gentle grab. matsukawa sat back in the driver seat, accommodating himself while you put on the belt.

“sorry” he whispered before starting the car, you knew he had a hard time after realizing he had been a little more intense than usual, no matter how many times you reaffirmed you absolutely loved being the object of his affection. his mouth said sorry, but his hand wandered to yours, once he caught it, he led you to take the gear lever and place his hand on top of yours.

a sudden heat attacked your cheeks at the act, thinking about the way issei had done that out of complete habit.

“i’ve missed you” you said, hoping to make him a little more comfortable with the shown affection.

another smile, just like the one from when he saw you, appeared on his face. at least now he didn’t try to hide it, unlike when you first started dating. his response to your confession was a squeeze on your trapped hand and an entertained glance from him. the rest of the car ride both stayed silent, to feel the other’s presence was enough to be content. matsukawa drove with such confidence, you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you. a curious look to the back seat gained you a groan from your boyfriend, warning you to stay in your place so his surprise wasn’t ruined. the sun was already setting when you finally got to your destiny, although issei’s hand never abandoned your skin. whenever you took away your hand to scratch your face or accommodate your hair, his travelled to your nearer thigh, and as soon as he saw your hand free again, he would catch it.

“close your eyes.” said mattsun before opening his door, you looked at him in confusion, a little scared of what he had planned. “oh come on, trust me a little” hesitantly, you shut your eyes, squeezing his hand in yours.

“isse do—” but it was too late, a blindfold was already covering your eyes, preventing any spoiler of the so awaited surprise “you kinky bastard” you joked, trying to ease the increasing anxiety you were beginning to feel.

“don’t be so surprised about it” he chuckled, planting a kiss on your cheek and laughing at your scared reaction, “wait for me here, don’t take it off”

if you said you weren’t scared you’d be lying, not because you thought he could hurt you… on purpose, at least, but matsukawa had a fame for not thinking things through completely, usually leading to a mess. right now, he parked in the middle of a forest, you thought, and seemed to be looking for something in the back of the car. a shovel, said your most dumb self, only to laugh at yourself for even think something like that.

“what are you laughing at?” he questioned, you could hear the smile in his voice, which only made you giggle more.

“nothing. you aren’t looking for a shovel, are you?” it was his turn to laugh before he closed the door that allowed you to hear him. you waited for him to help you outside the car at that moment, but minutes passed and no sign of your boyfriend was to be heard.

“issei?” you said, a little louder than regular. when you got no answer, your hand went to the fold on your eyes. “if this is a joke it’s not fucking funny” a partial laugh went along your voice, how many times have you and issei laughed at that exact same phrase while you watched an horror movie?. the time he had been gone could easily be ten minutes, even more, and your worry was starting to overcome your initial anxiety “i’m taking this off and you better be alive when i do it” you warned, hoping that it stayed as a joke.

the sight in front of you hadn’t changed at all from when you arrived, something your mind took as a good sign. you opened the door, taking your head out first to check for anyone hiding outside your line of view, and once the coast was clear, you finally stepped outside. the first thing you saw behind the car, the last spot you’ve heard matsukawa, was one of his shoes. you had no idea if he was wearing that pair, but why would another pair of shoes be in the middle of nowhere?

“mattsun i swear to god, if you’re fucking with me i’ll break up with you right now” your voice was loud enough to be heard around yourself and the car, but nobody answered.

your eyes tracked the way the shoe must’ve come from to find its twin, and a long line of the rest of issei’s clothing. you damned yourself for not remembering if he was wearing them earlier. against all your better judgement, you decided to follow the obvious path the clothes were pointing, praying for it to be just one of your boyfriends stupid pranks.

please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.

a small light made its way to your eyes, behind a heavy curtain of trees and bushes, as you got closer, you realized it wasn’t just one light, but candles spread all over the place. a blanket, with drinks and food carefully displayed, was in the middle, and on top of everything, an almost naked mattsun waited for you with a stuffed animal between his hands. he had the most wholesome smile printed on his face, his eyes glowing with happiness at seeing you. the only thing he had on was a jacket, his underwear and his socks, the rest of his clothes rested in your hands.

“hi” he whispered, you looked at him up and down, in shock, catching a subtle shiver in his legs. it was freezing, yet there he was, naked in the middle of a forest at night. “i forgot to bring something to mark your way here, so i had to improvise”

“you’re such a… dork” you said, trying to get over your surprise, fear and blossoming warmth growing in your chest.

“dork? that's all i get? i’m standing in the middle of night, naked, in a forest for you, at least you could give my clothes back” he laughed it off, walking towards you. his arms wrapped you in a firm grip, bringing you closer to him. despite the cold surroundings, you could feel his hot skin through the fabric.

“i love you, know that?” you confessed, staring at his dark eyes.

“i thought you were out of my league,” joked issei, before uniting once again with your lips in a slow kiss. you pulled away before the kiss deepened, suddenly remembering he was half naked in front of you.

“get dressed. now.”

“but there’s so much more we can do like this—”

“we’re not having sex in a forest, what if a bug crawls up your pee pee?” you whispered the last part closer to his ear, earning a disgusted mock in his face replacing his smitten expression.

“we agreed you wouldn’t call it pee pee anymore, it makes it seem like it’s small” issei whined, getting offended by the second seeing you weren’t denying what he said.

mumbling how, sometimes, you were even meaner than him and makki together, that he was going to get back at you someday and you weren’t going to like it, he took the clothes from you and finally put them on. you sat on the blanket, absorbing your surrounding and the small details mattsun had set up. it was impossible he prepared everything in just ten minutes, meaning, he came before and advanced some of the arrangements, like the candled, carefully set in safe positions to avoid initiating a fire, or how the ground beneath the blanket was without a single rock or stick, as if someone had cleaned it before. the basket only carried two more blankets for later, when cuddles weren’t enough to keep the warmth in your bodies, and the food and drinks were displayed in front of it, a collection of both yours and his favorites. too focused you were on issei’s masterpiece that only when he laid by your side, you noticed the only light remaining came from the sky.

“what happened with the candles?” you complained, cuddling to his side and burying your head on his chest, closing your eyes to enjoy the closeness.

“open your eyes, you’re going to miss it” before you could even think of how he knew your eyes were closed, a shooting star crossed the sky above you in a gleam. your head shook to look at your boyfriend in amazement. “you’re going to miss it” he cooed, your eyes opened wide at his comment. wasn’t it already over?

your question was answered seconds after, it wasn’t one, two, nor three stars falling, tons of them plowed the sky, bathing your sight in a completely new scenery. the dark colors of the night danced with the coming and going flashes of the meteor shower in front of your eyes, it seemed like an endless fantasy happening just for the two of you. it felt like issei was behind all of it, as impossible as it sounded, your heart fluttered at the mere thought of his love being strong enough to make stars fall from the sky. you had time to laugh at your idiotic thoughts later.

matsukawa’s arm brought you closer to him, his eyes fixed on your astonished expression. the stars made it seem like your eyes were actually glowing, they might as well have, he thought. as much as he wanted to look away and enjoy the astronomical event happening, his eyes and head weren’t answering to his commands. it felt almost sacrilegious to look away from you, more beautiful than ever, with wonder printed on every single pore of your skin, shining under the unique glow of the night. issei swore, he could’ve stayed there, admiring you, for the rest of his life. for a moment, time stopped. there was nothing behind those trees circling you, you and him were the only ones in the world and your love was never coming to an end. he wouldn’t even notice when the shower ended if it weren’t for your slightly bumped expression.

your head turned to him again, a few inches from his face, your mouth opened but no sound came out of it, then it closed, and opened again. you couldn’t find any right thing to say.

“did you like it?” he asked, with a little smile flourishing on his lips.

“i can’t even describe it, issei” you said softly, looking straight into his eyes. you had no doubt, you were in love with that man and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

“are you still out of my league, then?” he teased, his thumb finding its way to your bottom lip.

“right now, you could ask me to marry you and i’d say yes” his silly smile widened, leaning into you to seal the moment with a kiss.

“i’ll do it, someday”

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭; matsukawa heard about the meteor shower because oikawa wouldn't shut up about it for the past three weeks. he was actually the one who pointed out how good of a date it would be.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa oneshot #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa fluff #issei matsukawa #mattsun haikyuu #matsukawa imagines #– star's; originals! [❀]

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years

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Vamps and Wolves [Jimin x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened / m.list

Wolf: Jungkook - Tae

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Impregnation kink, oral (f and m), rough, wolf in heat, creampie

WC: 3.8k

Summary: "I wish I could hear my name fall from those pretty lips again,"

A/N: Sorry not sorry

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You were told your entire life that vampires and wolves weren't supposed to mate. It was an abomination to both sides. But you couldn't quite understand as to why it was an abomination. Clearly, your sister had mated with a wolf, and she was living fine. Although, she did run away from home and never contact anyone but you. Her children just came out with sharper fangs and changed whenever the moon was bright.

Somewhere full-blooded and others were half. It just depended on what won in the end. You groaned just a little, turning yourself back around to face your best friend. She stood there, leaning against the wall of your apartment as you were busying yourself with cooking. This evening, you two decided to munch on human food. You didn't particularly need it, considering that vampires really only lived on blood.

"If you want to join me, you can," Emila answers, turning back to head over to towards the kitchen table. Emila was a half-blood. Her father was a human, and her mother a vampire. You were considered to be pure blood. Since both your parents were high ranking officials in your nest.

"But that party is going to have wolves at it." you scrunched your nose up, not wanting to get near. Another aspect as to why vampires and wolves couldn't mate was because they couldn't stand to be around each other. Wolves smelt like garbage and vise versa. You were told once you fell in love with a wolf and they marked you, that their scent changed. You didn't know how your sister did it, but apparently, she did.

“And? Maybe you could meet your mate.”

“My mate is going to be a vampire." You snarled in her direction. You weren't fans of wolves because they took your grandfather away. It's one of the more significant reasons why you couldn't fully support your sister and her actions. However, you weren't going to allow your hatred to stop you from talking to her. Unlike your parents, you were still going to have that open communication with her.

"You never know hun," Emila points out, waggling her finger in your direction. "Your mate could end up being a wolf."

You rolled your eyes in her direction. Not really keen on the idea of your mate being a wolf. The party didn't start for a couple of hours, so you switched the conversation. You wanted to start getting ready, and that's precisely what Emila had in mind.

A few hours later, you stood looking at yourself over and over again. Emila had let you borrow one of her dresses since you didn't own any that were up to her standards. Your chest was fully exposed, and your hair was curled in cute ringlets. The dress itself was a dark amber color that hung off the shoulders. It had a sweetheart neckline and a low back.

The dress cut off at your knees, and you wore matching color heels along. You even held a clutch in hand. Your eyes were smoked out, showing your natural color and neutral pink. Emila walks in wearing a mini skirt and a crop top. You narrow your eyes at her as she just shrugs her shoulders.

"You picked the dress I was originally going to wear," she mentions grabbing her knee-high boots and slipping them on. "So I went with my plan b. Sorry miss." You rolled your eyes at her and moved around. Heading out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

"Just meet me in my car." You shout, opening the door and quickly walking towards your baby blue car. It was shortly after Emilia had locked her apartment up then ran in your direction. She tells you where to go, and half an hour later you arrive at the place. Already, you could smell the wolves and your nose crinkled in disgust. Since Emilia was half, her senses weren't as keen as yours.

So she couldn't really pick up the stench until after walking in. The frat party was already in session. Students dancing on others, the smell of weed and alcohol hit your nose rather quickly. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and you weren't going to mope around. Instead, you moved in with Emila. That little weasel could get anywhere in tight spaces. You?

That was a whole different ballgame.

Emila was quick and beautiful. You were clumsy and slow. Of course, it always happened at some kind of party, alcohol spilled over the dress just a little. You where annoyed frat being full, including the stench of wolves; but you now wreaked of alcohol. You had only been there for less than five minutes, and you wanted to go home.

Since Emila was more adventurous than you were, she knew her way around alcohol. She often expressed her love for mixing and trying new things. Since vampires couldn't really get drunk, she had a high tolerance. The liquor just burned through their systems and tasted more like rubbing alcohol than anything else.

Plus, once she started making drinks, a crowd began to form. You grabbed your bottle and tried to stay by your friend's side. Eventually, you got pushed to the front and was staring at the circle around her. Emila kept get shot after shot, and it didn't seem to affect her. But, you always had to make sure that someone wasn't going to harm her or else they would pay the price.

The minute his scent hit your nose, you barred your fangs. There he stood, just a little taller than you. His bright pink hair seemed to glow under the house lights. Black skinny jeans, plaid shirt, white undershirt, and a leather jacket suited him well. He had his ears pierced, even his doubles. You tilted your head back, popping your hip out in front of him.

Alpha Jimin. Everyone knew of him in the supernatural world. Your parents despised the Park family. They tried to take over your lands, and it ended up in a bloody battle. You heard now that he was in his own pack, but that was the extent of your research.

“Fancy seeing a L/n here.” he plays his plump lips curling up into a playful grin.

"I should tear you apart, Park," you growled, turning your body away from him. Another reason your sister ran away was that she married one of the Park clans. Not only was the disgrace of mating with a wolf terrible, but to mate with a Park was completely different.

“Is someone upset coz their sister fell in love with the enemy?” he pouts leaning in, your inner beast wanting to come out. You could feel your blood boiling as your vision grew sharper. Even the sting of your natural color starting to fade into a blood red.

He was trying to provoke you and damn it, his actions were working. You took a deep breath, turning yourself around, and looking at him. The ring around his pupil was a golden amber. He was in a state of a rut, you could tell he was. With this new information, you took a step back. He only moved closer, then tilted his head again.

“Aw, cat got your tongue?”

"Shut up, Jimin!" You hissed your fingers tightening against the glass.

He gives out a throaty laugh. "How cute," he purrs, leaning forwards. "I wish I could hear my name fall from those pretty lips again," then moves his hand up to press a finger to your lips. "I'm dying to get some action." your eyes widened at the simple touch, then you froze. Watching as he sweeps his index finger across your lips and then moves himself back.

He stuffs his hands into his pocket and turns away. Jimin did not just provoke you only to turn the hell away from you. You watched as his figure moves through the crowd again. If he was going to play a game of cat and mouse, and he was on.

For the rest of the night, you and Jimin “bumped” into each other. One was provoking the other, while then simply turning around. You were having fun with this game that you completely forgot about your best friend. Although you checked in on her, you noticed that she was already surrounding herself with wolves and humans. She seemed to be doing fine, even after she had too many drinks.

When Emila pulled you aside, you were just about ready to provoke Jimin again. “Hey, are you okay?” she questions tilting your head back and then looking at you once again. You scrunched your eyebrows together, unaware of what she was asking you.

“Why?”

"Because you're changing," she mentions. It hadn't occurred to you that your body was already changing forms. Vampires didn't look like they did in the movies. Yeah, they had fangs and somewhat paler skin, but they didn't have wings and look over all disgusting. Instead, they just looked like rational human beings.

Except, their skin seemed to glow just a little brighter. It was their way of attracting prey as they seemed to draw closer to their body. The same way in which a witch could cast a spell on a person to make them fall in love was the same way the glow seemed to work. Their eyes usually changed color in a stinging sensation.

Vampire colors usually burned the natural color out for the amount of time they were in their forms. One thing vampires and wolves had in common was their fangs. They both grew them out when changing.

"Oh, am I?" You questioned glancing down at your skin. Because of the sharpness of your scenes, you started to notice the small changes. Was this what Jimin wanted from you? Or where you allow yourself to hunt him down like prey?

“Yeah, maybe you should go home.”

"No." You snapped, which made your friend step back. You shook your head once again, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I'm sorry I don't know what's coming over me." Emila cocked an eyebrow and then chuckled under her breath. She knew what was going on, but she wasn't going to allow herself to say anything else. Instead, she was just going to slowly step away while giving you some kind words of advice.

“Don’t let yourself get too into this okay?” she questions humming. “You personally might not like where you end up.”

Her figure disappears into the crowd again, and you were left standing there. Still eyeing yourself over. Trying to figure out how you could stop yourself from changing. But since the process was already in motion, you couldn't really just reverse it all until you were satisfied. This burning urge deep inside was what was drawing you closer and closer to Jimin. It's what this game was all about right?

Then his arms wrapped around your waist. Pulling you close in and a door shut behind you. Even before he held you, Jimin's scent hit your nose again. You huffed, not also surprised when he closed the closet door and pressed you against the wall.

The only thing you saw in the darkness was his glowing eyes. "This has to stop now," he growls. This was new, something you didn't expect to come from his mouth.

"This little game, you mean?" You purr. Somehow, your roles had changed, and now you had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe messing with a wolf wasn't the best decision.

"Yes." He snaps his fingers, twisting into a fist. "You know good and god damn well that I'm going crazy."

“And what about it?”

“I can’t control myself right now.”

“Then go home.”

“I am home damn it!” he snaps. This perked your interest. So this part was thrown at his place. You hummed a little, reaching forwards and touching his cheek. Or at least you thought it was his cheek. Jimin stiffens under your touch, his eyes moving down to where your fingers were.

Then, he lost all self-control. Jimin leans in, cupping your cheeks in his palms and pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was hot and lustful. You hadn't been with another man, so you didn't know exactly what to do. You had kissed plenty of times, but going a step further was something you never did.

However, just kissing Jimin was almost like you wanted to go further. "I need some kind of release," he murmurs, pressing his body into yours. Automatically, you brought a leg up to attempt to wrap around his waist. You wanted him closer, more than you thought you would.

“You know this is a bad idea,” you whisper noting one arm curled itself around your leg and pressed it closer to his body. Then, he moves to grab your other, lifting you up and holding your weight.

"I don't care." he pauses then leans in again. Placing open-mouthed kisses along the collum of your throat. "You're changing, I'm in very horny, what's the worse that could go wrong?"

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Everything. Everything went wrong.

Jimin kicked the closet door open and had your body flung over his shoulder. He quickly rushes into his room, kicking that door open. Then slamming it shut with his foot. He tosses you on the bed, it making sounds of protest due to how roughly he threw you.

Your body flopped and rolled. Then was pinned and your lips were attacked once more. The kiss had turned feverish as both parties just wanted attention. His fangs came to play as they scraped and bit along your lips. The small amount of blood you held seeped out. Jimin growls at the sight, then kisses you again.

His calloused palms running down the sides of the dress. Pulling at the tight fabric and grunting when he heard it snap against your skin. When he reaches the base, he pulls the skirt up and pulls back. Jimin licks his swollen lips and lets out a triumphant sound.

"No, underwear?" he muses. You gave him a confident grin and spread your legs.

“Sometimes, I like to be risky.”

"I love your train of thought." then dives in between your legs. He doesn't even tease you. Instead, he flattens his tongue at the base of your entrance. Then swipes upwards to finish by pressing against your clit. He hums, sending vibrations against the sensitive bud. Your knees buckle and press against his head while your waist presses down into the sheets.

Jimin pulls back, spreading your folds and spitting on you. You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut when he uses the pads of his fingers against your clit. Rolling the bud in between his index and middle. This makes your body twitch and squirm under him as Jimin watches your pussy leak.

He bends down, sticking his tongue out again and drinking your essence. Using his tongue to attack your entrance and all around. Jimin's fingers where slow compared to his tongue.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jimin,” you moan squirming under him. Once again, this was your first time. You never had an interest in sex, nor did you have an interest in the opposite sex. Then, why were you suddenly interested in Jimin? Was it the game you two played? Or was it the fact that maybe something inside you burned for him?

"That's it," he growls your essence all over his lips and chin. If you had human blood, your cheeks would have been a bright red look at such a sinful sight. In a quick change, Jimin wraps his lips around the hood of your core. His palm moves to hold your hips in close as he directs all his attention towards stimulating your bud.

Instead of licking it, he sucks on it. Your moans begin to grow louder the harsher he sucks. You felt this weird sensation in between your legs while knot beginning to snap inside. Then, you arch your back, spazzing under him as you thought yourself let loose.

A hungry growl erupts from the deep in Jimin's throat as you end on him. He pulls back, looking at you as your essence was dripping down his face. When you finally opened your eyes, you instantly turn to look away. Only to have Jimin grasp your chin and yank your vision back on him.

"For someone who's never had sex before," he starts. You don't even question how he knows... "I'd say it's pretty easy to make you squirt." it felt like your eyes were going to pop out of your skull. Jimin...Jimin made you squirt? He could see the confusion on your lips, and he gave a cheeky smile.

"Oh sweetheart," he purrs, leaning in close enough for you to smell your arousal on his lips. "I can make you do more than just squirt." closing the distance between you and taking your lips in another lustful kiss. You tasted yourself and damn you had to admit it was the hottest things you'd ever done. Even as he kisses you, he takes you once more. Plunging two fingers into your entrance and pumping them at a quick speed.

Jimin distracts you with his lustful kisses. Making your lips swollen even more than before. Jimin takes you like this, over and over again. Making you squirt and orgasm four times afterward. By this time, he had ripped the dress to threads and began bruising your skin with his kisses.

He plays with your breast to the point where your nipples ached every time he touched them. Your body felt like it was on fire for the number of times he smacked, bit, and kissed it. You weren't ready for what else he had in mind, especially when he had you on your knees in front of him.

You stared down his shaft at his long length. HIs tip red and wet with the amount of precum he leaked. By this time, he helped you through your fourth orgasm, and your head was spinning. You were willing to do anything and everything for him at this point.

Just as instructed, you open your mouth and soon was filled with his taste. Jimin groans at the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. He took a fist full of your hair when you started to move. Jimin bows his head backward, using a few his hips to keep your mouth on him.

With one hand, you reach up to stroke any part that wasn't inside. "Jesus Y/n," he growls, rolling his head back up to look at you. "For a beginner, you know what you're doing." he puffs growling when your tongue swipes around his tip and across his slit.

These simple movements went on for a while once again. Jimin groaning under his breath and your mouth taking more and more of him. It eventually got to the point where you felt his own end nearing. That's when your movements went quicker, and you ultimately took all of him. His tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

Even before you could move off, Jimin kept you there and released himself inside. His seed hit your tongue so quickly that you instantly pulled back. When you popped off, a small string of his seed and your saliva was connecting you two together.

"Open your mouth," Jimin demands. You do as your told, sticking your tongue out in the process. "Now swallow."

And you did exactly that. What happened next was too fast for you to process. The minute you went to open your mouth again, was when Jimin pushed you back on the bed. He spreads your legs and pushes right in. It was like he completely forgot you were new to this because he didn’t allow you to adjust to him.

Nor did he use any lubrication, besides your own spit. Your nails clawed his back, earning another low growl. "No good girl gets any sort of special care from me," he answers in a deep voice. Jimin pulls his hips back and snaps in; at the same time, he lifts your hips, so your shoulders were pressing against the sheets.

This made it hard for you to grab onto him, so you decided to tear at the sheets. Jimin digs his toes into his bed as he uses his lower back muscles and abdomen to fuck you roughly. He ignored the groans and moans of his bed because now he was too focused on fucking your tight cunt.

The sounds you made were like heaven to him, and it encouraged him to move quicker. "Just like that, sweetheart," he growls. "Let them know who's fucking you this good."

Because your body was already stimulated to the extreme, you felt like if he even dared to touch your overstimulated bud, you would orgasm over his cock again. Everything felt so blurry, and your body was already so weak. You couldn't keep up with his pace, but you weren't complaining about it either. You begged for Jimin to move faster and harder. You wanted to feel his dick stretching your walls.

“You think you can hold my pups?” he ponders angling his hips once more to hit your bundle of nerves pretty hard.

“Nghh - Damn it Jimin yes!" You cry the words immediately falling from your lips without any rational thoughts.

“You positive princess?” he provokes now slipping one hand down in between your folds to touch your bud.

You cry out when he starts to roll it once again. Your hips jerking and twisting on their own accord. "Yes Jimin! Yes I can hold your pups!" You answer your throat already beginning to burn. With only a few swipes, you were left powerless once again.

Your orgasm washed over your senses, as your body twitched under his watchful gaze. Your rip holes into his sheets, tearing at them. With what sanity was left in Jimin completely vanished. His left hand was holding your leg up, and it goes without saying he blacked out.

You cry out at his canines dig deep into your calf. Breaking skin almost as he proceeds to mark you. In doing so, his thrusts become sporadic until he unleashes himself inside. When Jimin pulled away from you, he drops your body on the bed. Then, he rolls over to your right as his chest begins to rise and fall.

Something was different about Jimin, and you couldn't quite tell. Once you finally got your senses together, you realized he didn't smell like garbage anymore. Instead...

“Jimin, what the fuck did you do?!” You screamed.

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anxresi · 4 years

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Chloe’s Last Straw

Synopsis:

Chloe is guilty of many things in her life. But not this. Never this. So when her mother says something unforgivable to a person she'd usually consider an enemy, it's up to her to put things right. Grab your popcorn folks, and get ready for a roasting. Written for Blackout Tuesday.

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Caline Bustier sighed in exasperation, wondering how her once promising career as an educator had stuck her with this… the most ill-disciplined, out-of-control bunch of students she’d ever had to guide since her formative years as a kindergarten coordinator.

But even those young rapscallions had some level of respect for their elders, whereas the current batch of alleged ‘maturer’ teens…

They couldn’t even raise their heads for role-call in the morning.

“Max! Stop playing with that flying toy this second ! Mylene, Ivan… you can kiss each other during recess! Return to your desks now ! Nathanael! Put down those pencils and listen to me! Lila, I know you said you suffer from ADHD, but until I see a doctor’s note, I expect you to respond immediately when I call your name! Honestly, it’s like trying to herd cats! And where on Earth are…”

“I’m here! I’m here!!” As if in answer to her request, Adrien Agreste bustled in just then, out-of-breath and apparently with a ready-made excuse to explain his absence. “Dawn fashion shoot… then piano recital… early morning practice… stop me falling behind. A-Apologies Miss Bustier… you know how it is with my father…”

“Hmm, yes… I’m afraid I do .” The frowning teacher gave an understanding nod, for Gabriel Agreste’s huge expectations for his son often led to constant late arrivals for his son. “I would say ‘try not to let it happen again’, but something tells me it’s out of my hands. Oh well, at least you haven’t missed any actual lesson time this week. Go and sit down, please. Now I wonder where…”

“ Argh ! S-Sorry Miss! Mom got sick… and usually she handles the morning deliveries… so I had to take a quick detour on my way here… and…” bang

At least, that’s the sound effect there would’ve been, if a stumbling Marinette Dupain-Cheng hadn’t been caught by Adrien on her inevitable descent to the floor. Right place, right time.

Still didn’t stop her blushing like a stoplight though.

“A-Adrien!! Gulp. H-Hi. ” The blunette gave a passable impression of a fish out of water.

“Hey there! F-Funny the places we run into each other, isn’t it?” Adrien seemed equally struck for what he wanted to say.

“ Ahem !” That was the sound of an impatient teacher, who obviously had no romance in her soul and was eager to restart the headcount. “If you two are quite finished with your impromptu act, you can save it for the talent show next month. Take your respective seats so we can get on. Wait…”

Glancing at Adrien And Marinette’s chairs had revealed something unprecedented in the recent history of this hallowed halls of education. In fact, so unbelievable was it, Miss Bustier had to rub her eyes twice just to make sure what she saw wasn’t just another product of her espresso-infused imagination.

For it would appear as though young Agreste and Dupain-Cheng, by some measure the most tardy pupils Caline Bustier had ever known, were not among the last ones to arrive that incredible day.

No, that dubious honor belonged to none other than the students the aforementioned pair shared a desk with, namely Nino Lahiffe and Alya Cesaire.

W-What the… the panicking teacher’s look of astonishment was completely forgivable, as both Marinette and Adrien made good their escape. I’ve never known anything like this to happen before. It’s most unlike them. I just hope they’re okay. Maybe, if they’re not here soon, I should ask the headmaster if…

Miss Bustier’s short soliloquy was interrupted by an unpleasant shrieking noise as a familiar pair strode in. The high-pitched noise made the hairs on her neck stand on end and shattered the formerly serene atmosphere of the classroom once and for all.

“ Dahling . You know I wouldn’t go back to New York without saying goodbye to my precious Coraline, don’t you sweetheart? I might be away for quite a while this time, even past Christmas, but you understand, right? If I’m not there to personally introduce my new range of spangly negligees to the world at Fashion Week, my competitors might steal my thunder! I might even be bumped off the front page of Vogue! And you remember what I’ve told you every day, since the blessed occasion you were born, whenever that was…”

“Yes, mother. ‘If you’re not somebody, then you’re nobody.’ I get it. But do you ‘get’: my name isn’t ‘Coraline’, it’s Chloe . Coraline is that so-called kids movie we saw years ago, the one that was so scary I nearly wet… you know what, n-never mind.”

The loud screech of Audrey Bourgeois’s voice was almost enough to give poor Miss Bustier a migraine, as if the prospect of trying to teach her disruptive daughter good manners wasn’t difficult enough. Why did this have to be the one day I forgot to bring my aspirin to class with me? Tell me, what did I do to deserve this? Did I walk under a ladder yesterday? Did I crack a mirror, or step on a gypsy’s foot by mistake? Please, if I am cursed for whatever reason, let me know how I can fix it. For the love of…

“Mrs Bourgeois! What an unple… u-unexpected pleasure!” The rapidly unraveling teacher put on her fakest, friendliest face to welcome the surprise guest. “How are you? When was the last time we met? I seem to recall it was at the salon…”

“What was that? Who is this strange person heckling me, dear?” Audrey pulled down her shades to stare closer, as Chloe whispered in her mom’s ear. “Oh yes, your public school educator. Still with the red hair I see, ugh . Yes, I remember… I told her to dye her roots blonde like me if she wanted a better job than the impossible task of instructing these degenerates. Because as we all know: ‘blondes have more fun’. Isn’t that right, Chlorine?”

Whether Chloe was still sore from Audrey getting her name wrong twice now, or just plain embarrassed by her female parent’s condescending behavior, who knows. She didn’t repeat her mother’s mantra again like last time though, and instead stood there nervously with her hands in her chino pockets, portraying quite an un-Chloe lack of confidence.

“Well anyway, if you simply must know Miss… Bustier, was it?” An uninterested Audrey inquired, proving the rumor true that her daughter’s name was the only one she regularly forgot. “I was just seeing my precious off, before catching the afternoon plane to uptown New York. It’s just wonderful there in the summer, with all the glitterati in attendance for the various functions. You really must try it, darling… oh sorry I forgot: on your meager salary, it might prove to be an impossible dream. Still, we can’t all be as ridiculously wealthy as me and my husband, can we?”

“Y-Yes, I suppose so.” Miss Bustier desperately kept her sentences as short as possible. She didn’t want the dreadful woman to stay there a second longer than absolutely necessary. “W-Well, I don’t want to keep you, if you have things you need to…”

“So, these are the local children you go to school with, dear?” Deciding she was tired with Miss Bustier’s ‘rambling’, a bored Audrey fixed a critical eye over the classroom. “Well, I must say, I’ve seen far better. A poor crop if ever there was one… why your father refused to let you be privately educated is beyond me. I suspect it’s because he wants to boost his election prospects by letting you ‘mingle with the common folk’, but is it really worth it? I hate to think the effect such distasteful surroundings must be having on your delicate young mind.”

Outraged gasps erupted from all around the room, and if Chloe could’ve jumped into a fifty-foot hole never to emerge, she likely would’ve done so with relish. Alas, this was not an option, and so once more the twitching girl was forced to deal with the consequences of her mother’s shameless arrogance and total lack of volume control.

But just as even the usually docile Miss Bustier was about to say something stronger to defend her visibly irritated students, the last two attendees emerged through the door, puffing and panting as they arrived at long last. Also noticeably, covered in what can only be described as black oil stains.

First up was Nino Lahiffe, who paused slightly to catch his breath and adjust his cap. Then came his girlfriend Alya Cesaire just behind, who despite being pretty exhausted herself, began to speak “N-Nino’s dad gave us a lift, but the car broke down. We had to help him fix it…”

Suddenly Audrey Bourgeois, obviously on a roll, glanced behind her with a pronounced sneer. Upon seeing the pair in question, her expression of disapproval grew even more pronounced…

And what she said next was truly shocking. Except, maybe not her.

“Who might these ‘people’ be, then? While I think it’s laudable you’ll let just about anyone into these types of schools Bustier, I hope you realize some individuals can’t be taught. Just look at those hopeless youths, for example. Obviously from a rough neighborhood, probably down to one parent each, deprived of everything to judge by their filthy clothing, and they can’t even be in class on time. Probably wasting their lives on the street listening to ‘wrap’ music, or whatever it’s called. As if this sort even need an education, in their future careers as minimum wage cleaners or drug-dealers. Really dear, you’d be better off kicking them out and investing in school uniforms instead…”

“ That’s enough !!”

Stunned faces all around. Jaws dropping to the floor. A few people on the verge of fainting, at the identity of the person who uttered those two screamed words.

It wasn’t Miss Bustier, who was prepared to declare her response by more physical means (a hard fist to the face of an unrepentant bigoted snob, if you must know).

Not Alya, who looked just about ready to burst into tears, being held by her apoplectic boyfriend in his arms (otherwise, he might’ve formed an unstoppable tag-team with his teacher to kick some serious a**).

The surprise shouter was none other than Chloe Bourgeois, who having finally been pushed to her absolute limit at her mother’s complete lack of respect for anyone besides her own reflection, had finally snapped.

And boy, was it something to behold.

“Mom, as I’m sure anyone who isn’t you would agree, I’ve put up with a lot over the years. The insults. The dirty looks. Long absences. Always getting my name wrong. Never telling me you love me. Raising me to think ‘sacking’ anyone who disagrees with you is permissible behavior. I can tolerate all this and more, but there is one thing where I must draw the line. You want to know what that is?”

“ Must we get into this now, dear? You know I like first pick of the best VIP seats…” There Mrs Bourgeois went again, thinking this was just another conversation where she could brush off her daughter’s genuine concerns.

Well, in this case, she was about to get ‘schooled’ (pun not intended).

“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. It’s racism Mom, plain and simple, and I won’t stand for it! Whatever problems I might’ve had with Alya and Nino in the past, and believe me there’s been plenty, I’ve never treated them differently due to the color of their skin! How shallow can you get?! And coming from me, this is the biggest of big deals!”

It was as if someone had lit a fuse underneath Audrey’s designer shoes, as the formerly unflappable woman suddenly recoiled in shock. “W-What… well I never ! How could you say such terrible things to me, Chlorophyll? Why, if you weren’t my own flesh and blood, I’d sue you on the spot! I’ll have you know, some of my best workers are blac…”

“Yeah, ‘workers’. You just made my point for me. That’s all they are to you, aren’t they? I’ve seen the way you treat them differently to even our other staff, calling them ‘tanned’ and ‘colored’ right to their faces. They don’t say anything because they don’t want to lose their jobs, and shamefully neither do I because frankly, you scare me sometimes. Well, that ends this second . The instant you behave that way again, I’ll be on you like a ton of bricks. Also, do you wanna know something else?”

“H-Huh?” Audrey’s demeanor had abruptly switched from coolness personified to utter confusion. Being called out so blatantly in front of a bunch of ‘underprivileged ragamuffins’ by her petulant child was not on the itinerary today.

“I’ll spoil it for you again. Father hates your attitude even more than I do! Whenever you finish treating the staff like the dirt under your feet, he goes to each one in turn to apologize personally. As well as give them a few extra euros that month, as if that’ll make up for the abuse they have to suffer. But look who I’m talking to! The woman who thinks Chinese and Japanese people are practically the same! And people wonder where I got such a stupid idea from…”

‘I-I…” For the first time in her life, Mrs Bourgeois was completely lost for words. All she could do was stare dumbly and numbly at her irrepressible daughter, as the young girl finished her extended lecture with a flourish.

“Finally, I suppose I should let you know about the head cook at our hotel. You know, the one who you think makes the best meals around for Daddy and his clients at short notice? Or when you have to entertain people, and she puts on a spread that’ll put any other caterer in the city to shame? That’s Mrs Cesaire, the mother of Alya over there. How do you think she’s going to feel, when she hears you racially insulted her daughter so terribly in front of her entire class? I don’t know, but if I were you I’d check my food for signs of saliva for a while. Also, put your lawyers on stand-by, because I think it may be heading for court. And if you want to know who’s side I’ll be on, here’s a clue…”

At this juncture, Chloe put her mouth to her now trembling mother’s ear to whisper sharply:

“...It won’t be yours!”

That was all it took for Mrs Audrey Bourgeois to collapse on the floor, in such a comatose state that not even the strongest smelling salts around could revive her in the foreseeable future.

...Not that anyone really wanted to do that, of course. Even the school nurse balked at helping someone who’d been so vile to the innocent students there. So, in an unconscious heap on the floor she stayed.

In the end, she missed her flight and the free expensive champagne on offer. Oh dear. How sad. Never mind.

As for Chloe, having said her piece and blithely sauntered over to her seat next to Sabrina afterwards, she was most surprised by the deafening cheer that subsequently erupted, as well as the much better treatment she got for an entire week afterwards by everyone present (even from Marinette).

As unusual as her newfound popularity was though…

She could quite easily get used to it.

If only she could master this whole ‘being nice’ thing.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Remember everyone, having White Privilege isn’t just about paying lip service to the concerns of minorities and posting black squares and hashtags one Tuesday to show you care…

It’s about using your advantageous platform all year round to speak up to defend those in need, whoever they are. After all. if activism was just listening to others whilst doing precisely nothing to change the world outside the confines of social media, how are we gonna change the world?

Food for thought. Hope you enjoyed the story, which (I hope) got the point across well enough. Whatever you think, let me know… and thanks for reading! :)

#chloe bourgeois #audrey bourgeois #Nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #Miss Bustier #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #blackout tuesday #blackouttuesday

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delimeful · 5 years

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the shapes in the silence (4)

warnings: guilt, panic, arguing, general tension

Chapter 4

One movie later, Virgil somehow found himself curled up on the couch between Roman and Patton, slipping in and out of sleep to the bright tunes of the Lion King.

He woke fully, briefly freaking out because everyone was big and why was he sleeping out here like this, as Roman turned the TV off and bid them goodnight. Logan must have left earlier, probably keeping to his typical strict curfew. He gave himself a moment to breathe deeply, and then lifted himself up into a stretch, hearing a few pops as he arched his back like a cat. Patton giggled softly from next to him.

“You tired, kiddo?” he asked, lifting a hand and running a thumb over the sloping horns by his ears. Virgil, still half-asleep, let out a soft coo not unlike a contented dove. Before he could be embarrassed, Patton cooed back, offering his hands again.

“You wanna come sleep in my room for tonight?” he offered earnestly, and Virgil groaned internally. He couldn’t say no to that face, but in this form… he didn’t really have to. No reputation to uphold, other than his own pride.

If it was any other side, he’d feel too guilty to take advantage when he wasn’t who they thought he was, but whenever Patton found him in the common area at an ungodly hour of the morning, he made the same offer. Always denied, obviously, but this was similar enough to be okay… right?

Too tired to think on it any further, he crawled into Patton’s arms and struggled to keep his eyes open as they trekked down the hall to Patton’s room.

Patton had clearly memorized the inside of his room, because he didn’t even turn on the lights before plopping down on the bed. It was ludicrously soft, and Virgil waited until Patton had pulled the covers over himself to burrow into a corner of the bed and curl up.

Now all he had to do was wait for Patton to- He looked up at the loud snore. Patton was already asleep. Deeply, going by his breathing. He shook his head, amused despite himself.

Pulling himself up from the unfairly comfortable bed, he tried not to let Patton’s sleepiness affect him. He had to get back to his room. He’d been in this form for three days straight, and it was starting to make his head feel fuzzy.

Hopping down from the bed on padded feet, he carefully made his way past any furniture, thankful that his night vision seemed to be intact. The door was cracked open, and he managed to slip through without Patton stirring.

Everyone else was asleep, so he let himself break into a run as he bolted back towards his hall, his door, his room. He’d never spent so much consecutive time with the others before, generally choosing to leave when it became clear that his presence would only make things worse. The videos took some time, but he always made himself scarce afterwards so he could mull over everything that he did wrong in the privacy of his own room.

He nearly ran face first into the familiar black door, before feeling around with a paw and finding the cat-flap to push through. The familiarity of his room felt like stepping into a comfortable bath after the day he’d had, and before he knew it, his dragon form slipped away from him like sand through his fingers, leaving him sitting on the floor with his normal human legs. He sighed in relief, and then immediately realized that the cuff had vanished, no sign of it on his wrist.

On one hand, that meant there was no chance the others could tie him to the dragon through it, which was good because not even his hoodie would be loose enough to effectively cover that bulky band.

On the other, completely worse hand, this meant he wouldn’t be able to try and remove it until he turned into a dragon again. Oh god, what if the tracker led to the last place he was a dragon? He shook his head rapidly, trying to ride out the impending panic attack, and threw himself in bed. He was too exhausted for this.

In what was definitely some hours but felt like no time at all, Virgil woke to the sound of banging on his door. He grimaced into his pillow, but the noise continued until he hauled himself out of bed and cracked open the door. “What.”

“Hey kiddo,” Patton said, eyes red-rimmed, and Virgil instantly felt terrible. He didn’t let himself ease up, though, because Roman was right at Patton’s shoulder, glaring. “It’s Sunday, so I thought I would ask if you wanted to come down and eat breakfast with us?”

The weekly breakfasts were always an affair, the one meal Patton scheduled so they would be able to make it, no excuses. Virgil often skipped anyways, since sitting next to the other two sides who probably didn’t want him there with his stomach roiling too badly to eat wasn’t his idea of a great time. Patton kept knocking to invite him, though, every Sunday.

He sighed. Patton already seemed upset about something, and that meant he’d be too worried about what it was to go back to sleep anyways. “Yeah…,” he said raspily, and cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ll be down after I get ready.”

Patton smiled brightly at him, cheered, and nodded. “I’ll go get started!”

Virgil watched him head back downstairs, before going to close his door, but-

“Not so fast, Doctor Gloom.”

Virgil took a second too long to process the shoe blocking his door from closing, and dragged his gaze up to Roman. “What do you want, Princey.” He was too tired for the nickname game right now.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me. I know you were in the Imagination yesterday, using your loathsome creations to target me.” Roman shoved the door open further, gaze furious. “What did you do to him?”

“What are you- who?” Virgil said, feeling a headache coming on. He’d known that Roman would confront him about the shades sooner or later, but he’d been hoping for later. It wasn’t like he manifested them on purpose, they just… happened whenever he went to the creative side’s realm. Downside of having your creative thoughts all be about who’s out to get you and how, he guessed.

Roman growled impatiently.

“The dragon I was with when you sent your minions to attack me, Villain!”

His thoughts screeched to a halt. Roman was worried about him? Well, dragon him, but still- what the hell? He was literally a monster. “Dragon? I-” wait, no lying, “Why the hell would I care about something like that? I was in the Imagination for my own reasons. Try not to get too big a head.”

“Lies! I know you have tormented the dragon before, for he has shown most clearly that he is afraid of you,” Roman insisted, pushing further into Virgil’s space.

He leaned his full weight against the door to keep it steady, sneering face inches from Roman’s. “Maybe he’s just got better survival instincts than you.”

“Then would you like to explain how he vanished overnight from Patton’s room, a clear beacon of safety?” Roman’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Why are you so desperately concealing your room if you have nothing to hide?”

Nope. That was enough of that. They were not looking in his room.

“I didn’t touch a scale on your new little pet’s head,” he spat, releasing the door and moving to avoid Roman’s surprised stumble forwards. “Maybe he left because he was sick of dealing with your idiocy.”

Without giving Roman time to recover, he shoved the prince back out the door hard enough to make him land on his ass with a shout of protest. “If you think I’m such a liar, why don’t you go ask Deceit if I messed with your lizard. Just keep me out of it.”

He slammed his door shut behind him, letting it lock firmly, and then strode past Roman with hunched shoulders. He couldn’t believe he’d knocked him over like that. His pace increased, steps hurried as he near skidded down the stairs. Roman wouldn’t do anything in front of Patton, right?

He couldn’t help but check over his shoulder for pursuit as he got into the common area, which was probably why he nearly collided with Logan head-on.

“Shit!” he yelped, grabbing Logan by the shoulders to steady them both and then just as promptly tearing his hands away as though he’d been burned. He wasn’t a dragon anymore, they didn’t want him touching them. “Sorry, sorry. Wasn’t watching.”

“No harm done,” Logan responded, but he was watching Virgil with slightly narrowed eyes. “Anxiety, are you-“

“Fine,” he cut the logical side off brusquely, stepping to the side to walk around him. “Not impeding Thomas, don’t worry. That’s my job.”

Logan turned to follow his movement, mouth open to say something else, but he was already bolting for the kitchen, berating himself internally. Don’t worry, that’s my job, he mocked himself. A joke. Really, Virgil?

“Hey kiddo, you alright?”

He looked over to where Patton was standing, hands working a waffle iron effortlessly. A beat late, he nodded, taking deeper breaths.

“Y- eah, I’m good.” He winced at his own voice crack. Subject change time. “Uh… how about you?”

Patton jerked his head up, surprised. Shit. Bad subject change. He forgot he was terrible at interacting without his asshole barrier up. “Nevermind, you don’t have to-”

“It’s okay!” He turned the waffle iron over, setting a timer before turning back to Virgil. “I’m just missing a new friend.”

Uh oh. “...Friend?”

Patton smiled. “I think you would like him! He disappeared during the night though, so you can’t meet him right now.”

His smile became a little watery. Goddamn it.

“Uh, well. It’s only been a little bit, right? I’m sure he’ll come back,” he soothed, uncertainly.

Patton perked up slightly. “You think so?”

“...Yeah, I do,” he responded honestly, keeping the worst of the sigh from his voice. “Need help setting out breakfast?”

“Aw, sure kiddo!”

When he walked out of the kitchen, a plate in each hand, Roman was already there, speaking in exaggerated whispers to Logan. He shot a scathing glare at Virgil, opening his mouth to say something stupid, and then closed it again sharply as Patton walked out behind him.

Virgil gave him a smug smirk, ignoring his elevated heart rate. Roman mouthed the word ‘cheater’ at him as Patton turned to set a plate down, and just for that, Virgil put one of the plates he was carrying in front of Roman with a saccharine smile. The prince stared at him with blatant suspicion as he carried his own plate to his spot.

He proceeded to enjoy the show, watching as Roman inspected each piece of food, face pinched. Patton picked up on it, naturally, and asked if something was wrong. Roman was quick to assure him that his cooking was as wonderful as ever, and took a bite to prove it, face pale.

Once enough time had passed that he could reasonably assume it wasn’t a fast acting poison, he glowered at Virgil and started eating in earnest, the conversation picking up again. Virgil picked at his food as they chattered, letting it all wash over him.

Until the conversation turned to him.

“-is there anywhere you haven’t checked, Patton?” Logan was asking, a notebook in his lap.

“I can’t think of anywhere I haven’t already looked! On the fridge, under the bed, in the closet- and you know I don’t go in there lightly.”

“I can think of somewhere,” Roman growled, glaring at Virgil. He returned the look twofold.

“Oh, you can think? Color me surprised,” he snarked back, and then Logan chimed in.

“Ah, that’s right. We searched our rooms, but not Anxiety’s.”

Virgil couldn’t help but tense, and Patton hurried to intervene, “Well, we don’t want to invade his privacy, do we now?”

Logan blinked. “Of course not. I was simply implying that we should ask Anxiety if he had seen anything strange that would indicate a small dragon’s passage or presence.”

He pretended to consider for a moment. “Nope,” he responded, popping the P, “can’t say that I have.”

“Darn!” Patton said.

“Back to the drawing board, then.” Logan nodded, turning back to his notebook.

For a moment, Virgil and Roman stared at him with equal amounts of incredulity.

“What, you’re just gonna take his word for it?” Roman protested, a beat late.

“... Yes? Why wouldn’t we?” The logical side looked up, a bit annoyed.

“Because he’s an untrustworthy scoundrel?”

“Roman!” Patton scolded, frowning in a way that made Roman wilt.

“That is not the case, though I understand that you believe as much due to Anxiety’s many negative effects on Thomas.” Logan chimed in as well.

“Ouch.” Virgil muttered under his breath. Still, it wasn’t like he was wrong.

“Still, Roman, there’s no reason for Anxiety to lie to us. It’s not in his nature, and there are no logical reasons to draw a connection between the absence of the dragon and Anxiety, beyond your rather blatant dislike of him.”

“And with that,” Virgil cut in, seeing his opportunity, “I’m leaving.”

Patton reached out and Logan frowned for some reason, but he cut off their protests preemptively. “No, if all we’re going to do is talk about how much everyone doesn’t like me and what I do, I’ll just wait until Thomas summons us for the next video.”

Shit. That came out too… emotions-y. He threw his hood up and sunk out before they could say anything else, but it wasn’t quick enough to miss the triumphant expression Roman wore. A flare of anger rose up in his chest and was just as quickly extinguished. He deserved as much after interrupting Logan and probably upsetting Patton by leaving so abruptly. This was why he didn’t go to the goddamn breakfasts.

He thought about Patton’s eyes rubbed red around the edges, and the stomach-churning fear he’d felt after even the smallest confrontation with Roman. The way Logan detachedly stated that he was hurting Thomas, like it was a fact. He tried to take a breath, but his lungs felt as though they were being compressed, and his head was ringing. His vision spotted black for a moment, and when it cleared up, everything was huge around him.

Oddly enough, though he still felt bad, a lot of the physical symptoms he normally felt were… faded, almost diminished in this form. Overwhelmed by the other set of instincts that overlapped with his own. Strange.

Too busy wallowing in his own misery to overthink for once, he padded out of his own room and straight to Patton’s, curling up on one of the plush pillows to wait for the moral side to get back.

At least like this, he could offer something positive to someone.

#sanders sides #ts virgil #dragon au #g/t #Giant/tiny #only a bit at the end but still #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #tsits #the shapes in the silence #tiny dragon virgil #my writing #writing #this was a bit of a transition section but soon... juicy stuff

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: Parent Trap 3/? (Keanu x Reader)

Summary: Annie and Hallie are twin sisters who never met until they end up in the same summer camp together. They decide to switch places to see how the other lives. Hallie heads to Los Angeles to meet Keanu, owner of Arch Motorcycle Company, while Annie goes to New York to meet you, rising fashion designer. Their plan is simple: get their parents together to make the perfect family. If only it could be that easy…

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Author’s notes: This chapter is a little shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it. And as usual, feedback is always appreciated.

Wordcount: 1885

Warnings: none (just a ton of domestic fluff)

Hallie’s cheeks were hurting from smiling as she flopped on the bed of Annie’s room. Well her room now since she was pretending to be her sister. She propped herself on her elbows to survey the space, the string lights and delicate pattern of wallpaper such a contrast to her plain walls covered in band and movie posters.

She had been feeling weird the entire day, doubting this crazy plan of Annie and being absolutely certain she would be caught at the first second, as soon as Keanu laid his eyes on her in the airport. However, instead of Keanu, there was Karina and Hallie had been slightly disappointed that he wasn’t there to greet her. Maybe it was for the best, easier to pretend with her aunt than with her dad.

Annie’s aunt. Annie’s dad.

Her brain corrected and Hallie sighed, staring at the ceiling. It was such a weird feeling because in a way, Hallie felt like she knew them from what Annie had told her. Karina had been exactly what she was expecting, fun and cool and so interested in every detail about camp.

Keanu, on the other hand, took Hallie by surprise because Annie hadn’t done him justice. There was this warmth on his hugs that made Hallie want to stay in his arms all the time and such love in his eyes whenever he looked Hallie’s way. It was overwhelming and Hallie found herself jealous of Annie.

Not that Dave wasn’t affectionate and loving. She was and Hallie loved her aunt with all her heart, but it was different. She and Dave expressed their care in different ways, like nicknames and inside jokes. They were great, sure, but the tactile affection Keanu seemed to have with Annie was something that Hallie missed without even realizing it and definitely get used to it if Annie’s plan really worked.

Hallie jumped startled as the sound of her phone. Well, Annie’s phone, because she would never have Taylor Swift as her ringtone willingly.

“Yeah,” she answered, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“I really hope you haven’t been talking with that New York accent the whole day!” Annie complained in the line, making Hallie roll her eyes.

“I literally just said yeah,” she replied sitting up. Annie could be so dramatic sometimes. “No one has an accent saying yeah.”

“Whatever!” she could almost picture her sister’s eye roll and smiled to herself. “How is it going over there?”

“Good,” Hallie said, playing with a loose thread on the duvet. “Dad… I mean, Keanu,” she corrected quickly, embarrassed to be calling him like that to Annie. “Took me out for pancakes. Huge ass pancakes!”

“Griddle?” Annie asked, excited coloring her voice and Hallie hummed in agreement. “They’re the best!”

“They really are!” Hallie grinned. “And how are things on your end?”

“Salem hates me,” Annie sighed, and Hallie could hear the pout on her sister’s voice. “He runs and hides whenever I come around. Dave is finding it really weird.”

“Just slip him some pieces of ham. He’ll love you,” Hallie said, her chest suddenly feeling tight. She missed her cat. “How’s Dave?”

“She’s amazing,” Annie sighed again, but this time it was a happy little sigh that had Hallie grinning. “Just like you said. But you didn’t tell me they were twins too. She and our mother.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

It was all Hallie could say really, because she had kept that detail from Annie. Not on purpose, but because it always slipped her mind that Mary and Dave were twins. As a matter of fact, Hallie avoided thinking about Mary altogether. She wasn’t her mother; she was the woman that left her. And yes, Hallie understood that she was sick and probably couldn’t be held responsible for her actions and all, that but it didn’t change the fact that Mary abandoned her as much as she abandoned Annie and Dave was the only parent Hallie ever had. Until now anyway.

They chated a little more, but Hallie hurried to hang up the phone when Keanu poked his head inside the room after a quick knock, giving Hallie a funny look and she bet she had a guilty expression on her face.

“Who was that?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, eyes narrowed.

“Just a friend from camp,” she replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible. For a second, Keanu just watched her, and alarm bells shrieked in Hallie’s head. That was it. she was caught. He knew.

“Do you remember the conversation we had about dating, right?” Keanu said, coming to sit on the bed with Hallie and she tried to stifle her relieved giggle. “I still think you’re too young, but if you met someone that you like, boy or girl, I hope you know you can talk to me about it.”

“Err, thanks?” Hallie managed, giving him a look. He was right, she was way too young to date. “But it’s really just a friend. She’s more like a sister, really.”

“Ok, good,” Keanu grinned, throwing an arm around Hallie. “Because that was just a bunch of bullshit. I would freak out if you told me you had a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” she said, laughing and she hugged her dad back. “But points for being going for both genders.”

“I’m a cool dad,” Keanu declared with a big grin.

“If you have to tell people you’re cool then you’re not cool,” Hallie joked, squealing when he tickled her sides.

“I show you who’s not cool!” he said, making Hallie bend over laughing and battling his hands, struggling to breathe.

“You’re cool! You’re cool!” Hallie shrieked breathlessly and Keanu stopped, chuckling and looking over at his daughter with a victorious grin.

“And don’t you forget it!” he teased, getting to his feet.

“Can we have pizza for dinner?” Hallie asked, still grinning.

“We just had pancakes. Lots of pancakes.” Keanu pointed out with a frown and Hallie just shrugged. That was three hours ago.

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, heading to the door.

“Hey, dad?” Hallie called in an impulse, making Keanu paused and look over at her. “I love you.”

Hallie wasn’t sure why she needed to say it. She didn’t even care if it might be out of character for Annie to say it out of the blue – and by the frown on Keanu’s face, it must have been. She just wanted to make sure he knew. Because she did love him, despite only knowing him for a day.

“Love you too, princess,” Keanu replied with a wide smile, before walking out.

She sat there, watching the doorway for a few moments, before grabbing her phone and texting Annie.

This plan of yours better work. Keanu and Dave need to be together.

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Annie set her phone down when Hallie hung up all the sudden, the last thing she heard or thought she heard, was her dad’s deep baritone on the background and it was enough to rekindle the ache that had been living on her chest all month but that had been dulled a little when arriving in New York.

She missed her dad like crazy and even though she had been loving to spending time with Dave, that wouldn’t just go away. If her plan worked, however, Annie wouldn’t have to worry about missing any of them, because they would all be together like the family she had always wished for.

It was the whole reason why Annie suggested this plan in the first place, even if she didn’t admit completely to Hallie. She grew up watching her friends’ parents together, painting that perfect picture that she craved for. Annie loved her dad and knew he did his best, but she longed for a mom to teach her how to do her nails or talk to boys and stuff like that. And maybe she was being a little too gender normative, but right now, she couldn’t care less.

With a sigh, Annie stared at herself in the dirty mirror in Hallie’s bedroom. She was getting ahead of herself here. First, she needed to make sure Dave and Keanu would be a good match, then she could start planning the wedding.

She pulled her hair in a quick, messy braid, before walking out of the bedroom, catching sight of Salem dashing away from the kitchen as Annie walked in and made a mental note about trying the ham thing Hallie suggested.

“I ordered pizza,” Dave declared with a big smile. “Cute braid. Did you learn in camp?”

Annie froze for a second, quickly running through all her interactions with Hallie in the month the two girls had spent together and realizing she had never seen Hallie with anything other than a ponytail.

“Yeah,” she hurried to say, forcing a smile. “A friend from camp taught me.”

“Cool,” Dave dismissed with a shrug and Annie was relieved. She needed to be more careful. “Grab some sodas and we can eat watching a movie.”

Annie nodded, turning to the fridge to grab the drinks while Dave settled on the couch, pizza box opened on the coffee table in front of them.

Once again Annie froze, this time at the sight of the pizza in front of her. She had completely forgotten that Hallie, unlike her, ate meat.

“What’s wrong?” her aunt asked with a frown of confusion and Annie shook herself. Good thing she was great at thinking on her feet.

“I forgot to tell, I went off meat while on camp,” Annie said, taking her seat and handing over the can of Dr. Pepper. “I mean, most human beings are perfectly capable of going into a plant-based diet and carnism is actually completely ideological and unjust. Why is it ok to kill a cow and eat it while also keeping a cat and dogs as pets? Besides, meat production and consumption are slowly killing our planet. Do you have any idea how much water goes into producing a pound of meat?”

“Whoa! Ok!” Dave interrupted the girl’s rant, raising her hands in surrender. “Who are you and what did you do to my niece?”

Annie knew it was a joke. She really did, but the panic set in anyway and she let out a high pitched, awkward laughter.

“I’m Hallie! Of course, I’m Hallie,” she babbled. “I was born on September 31st, I’m a Libra, I love cats and rock music and…

“Hal, I’m only kidding.” Dave once again interrupted her, this time with a half-amused, half confused smile. “I think it’s very admirable you want to go vegan, but you’re still growing, and I’m not let you cut off animal protein on a whim without talking to your GP first ok?”

“That’s reasonable,” Annie replied, the panic finally dissipating. “Sorry. I just…”

“It’s fine, kiddo,” Dave said with a wink, before glancing to the pizza. “You’re gonna have to pick out the pepperoni from your slices, because I’m starving and not calling the Primo’s to have it changed.”

“I can do that,” Annie smiled, still slightly nervous as she finally took a seat.

“And of course, you’re Hallie,” Dave said after a moment, mouth full of pizza with a quick smile Annie’s way. “I mean, who else would you be?”

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Mephistopheles of Los Angeles - Marilyn Manson x Reader (Part III)

Synopsis: There’s no way you can go public about your involvement with Marilyn, but yours and Johnny’s premiere is tonight. You’d better figure out how to handle this ‘torrid affair’, and fast.

PART I

PART II

This isn’t your first premiere, but the flashing lights and screaming fans are a tad surprising at first. Thankfully, you know how to handle yourself. Your strapless, form-fitting burgundy Givenchy dress accentuates everything you (and the general public) love about your body, with a simple diamond choker underneath your tied up hair completing the look. Your eyes are smoky rimmed with charcoal, because you borrowed Marilyn’s eyeliner this morning. Yeah. You did that.

“This should be fun,” you sigh, beaming and waving out the window as you and Johnny arrive in the limo. You both get out, posing, smiling, greeting. “Why’d the story have to break before tonight?”

“Why’d you have to make out with Manson in the bloody bushes?” he volleys back in amusement, giving a wave and a smoulder to a gaggle of fans screaming his name.

“Technically this is your fault,” you smirk, turning back to flash one last smile behind you before walking the carpet, “You introduced him to me.”

“And forgot to warn you about his deadly charm?”

“Exactly. Good god, Depp, he is magnificent in bed, you could’ve fucking warned me!”

“You never asked,” he teases.

“(y/n)! (y/n)!” A lady in the line up of reporters by the carpet barricades calls, waving you over. “Lisa Waters, Entertainment Tonight!”

“Have fun in hell darling,” Johnny whispers, chuckles, and disappears behind you to get more photos taken.

“And he’s gone!” you say dramatically, waving after him with silent embitterment. The reporter jams a microphone in your face, as she stares after Johnny.

“People are speculating all over the place about you two!”

Here we go.

“I can say, definitively, speaking for myself and Johnny, we are not involved, and never plan to be.”

“So you don’t get along as well as it seems like you do?”

“I didn’t say that. Johnny and I got very close during shooting–”

“Very close?”

“Yes, we became very good friends.”

Since she isn’t getting what she wants out of you with this line of questioning, the reporter sets her jaw and switches tactics. “There’s also been fresh rumours of you and goth rock star Marilyn Manson swirling. Any comment on your budding romance?”

You laugh, keeping the butterflies in your stomach at bay. “Even if I did have anything going with Marilyn, it would not be best described as a budding romance.”

“But TMZ released photos of the two of you kissing in the bushes outside Chateau Marmont just this past weekend!”

“Honestly, Linda–”

“Lisa.”

“Yeah, honestly I don’t remember that night, but I’m sure it was just a good-bye kiss. I was probably too drunk to stick around, he was seeing me off. You know how it–”

“But it looks like you’re groping each other!”

“Well, Marilyn likes to get friendly. So do I.”

With a sardonic little smile, you end the rest of her interrogation, and move on to the next news caster before she can continue drilling you. You shoot Johnny a “help me” glance, but he just cringes, making it clear that relationship concealment is 100% not his forte.

The rest of the night consists of questions not unlike those, and you continue to answer them until another stretch pulls up.

Marilyn gets out.

You instantly look over at Johnny. Johnny shrugs. “I invited him,” he mouths, and you sigh, already feeling yourself get warm. Even if he wasn’t on the guest list, nobody was about to throw Marilyn Manson out, so they let him in. Marilyn gives a salute to the cameras in those black leather fingerless gloves, and meets your eye. He smirks your way, and you feel your cheeks heat up, recalling all the stuff you two had gotten up to last night. He corrects his smirk, straightening his face again and posing.

“Can you tell us anything about your fling with shock rocker Marilyn Manson?” a male reporter asks you, another three microphones in your face.

“Only that it didn’t happen,” you reply coolly, picturing how he fingered you until you screamed last night.

“Really? Because–”

“Didn’t happen,” you reiterate, and slip into the crowd of cast, executives, and critics moving inside the theatre. Marilyn stops by one reporter who seems insistent.

“Hello,” he mumbles, keeping his head low and sunglasses on.

“Hey, having a good night so far, Marilyn?”

“It’s been good for the five minutes I’ve been here, yeah.”

Missing his sarcasm, the overzealous reporter beams. “Awesome! Great to see you here celebrating your friend, so soon after being out in Europe on tour!”

“Yeah, I always try to come out for Johnny’s movies, I think to give him moral support,” Marilyn smirks, “Cause without me around, we all know he would just be a wreck. Completely depressed, unable to function.”

“Right,” the reporter nods artificially, oblivious as to how to handle Marilyn’s interviewing style. “Anyway, are you really here for Johnny?”

“Explain.” He doesn’t lose his footing, but he’s caught off guard.

“Are you here for (y/n), your latest lover?” Marilyn smiles at her.

“Where do you get your facts?”

“Those photos are serious evidence that–”

“Evidence, you make it seem like a crime scene, like she’s a murder victim of mine.” Now he’s deliberately screwing with the reporter, and she looks a little frightened.

“Right. Can you confirm you are dating (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“We’re just friends,” he insists, thinking of the way your back arched last night as he ate you out.

“But the k–”

“It was just a kiss,” he shakes his head, “I kiss lots of people. I kiss my cat. I kiss Johnny. I’ve kissed Obama.”

“Do you consider yourself a romantic?”

“Not with (y/n). I’ve gotta go get my seat inside, before Benicio Del Toro tells them I’m not on the guest list.”

“…You have a good night, then.”

“You as well.”

Indoors, you sit down in your seat beside your cast members, and see Marilyn coming in, undoing the bottom button on his black tux and looking for a seat. You try to put your mind somewhere else to watch your work.

The film starts about a half hour later and plays your brilliantly fake sex scene with Johnny (the codpiece riding one). However, despite the hilarious memories shooting this scene conjures up for you, you can’t take your mind off of Marilyn. He’s unlike anyone you ever dated. He’s open, at least with you; he’s calm, funny, sexy as hell… fuck, he was so good last night, and you want more. You want so much fucking more.

After the movie gets out, you prepare to do a few more interviews before the night is over. At this point, you’re high on life, feeling good, and feeling dangerous with Marilyn so close to you. Really… what would be the harm in…?

“Congratulations on the film (y/n), you and Mr. Depp were wonderful,” one man from Starz says, walking briskly alongside you. Marilyn purses his lips on the other side of Johnny as you three walk from the Chinese Theatre toward the limos.

“Thank you, we had such an amazing time filming it,” you reply.

“And, eh…” the man hesitates, “Quick question before we lose you here. You’ve discounted all rumours of you and Mr. Depp dating as false. Are you and Mr. Manson involved?” You sigh.

Fuck it. Like Johnny said– tomorrow’s for damage control. Tonight’s for living.

“Hell yeah we’re involved,” you grin, and Johnny holds in a burst of laughter, expression a mix of astonishment and pride. Marilyn jerks his head over, and a small smile tugs at his painted lips.

“We’re dating?” he smirks, crossing over to stand beside you. “I wish you would’ve told me.” With that, he dips you low into a kiss, and sticks a tattooed middle finger into the lens of the guy’s camera.

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arigatouiris · 5 years

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out of my league // t.h — 06

Pairing: Tom Holland x Critic! Reader [I use female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; eventual fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; pining; a little bit of cliche because come on.

A/N: I am so overwhelmed with the love that this story is getting. Thank you all so much. It means so much to me. Also, this whole story is kinda meta in the sense that I’m trying to keep it as real as possible. I like writing this way, makes it all the more believable? Yeah idk. Do let me know what ya’ll think~ Also, if you want me to add you to the series taglist, just drop a note or comment! ^^

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It was the third time that day when Harrison noticed Tom crack a smile to himself. At the moment, he was eating a sandwich, and staring at his phone—a trait, which was rather odd for Tom to have, since he wasn’t all too obsessed with his phone. Harrison watched with a knowing smile; he didn’t even have to look at what Tom was looking at to know. Tom Holland had a crush on (y/n) (l/n), and Haz would make sure to get this out of him, in any way possible. Sometimes, Harrison thought it was rather odd for Tom to have a crush on someone he barely knew. But, through the years, people have always been telling him that he’s wiser than his age; that Harrison Osterfield knew things and understood things better in a more metaphysical sense.

Harrison didn’t deny this, of course. He knew he was wiser than his age, he knew he understood things better. Though, this knowledge might get some people cocky and arrogant, Haz wasn’t either. He was a friend, and sometimes, he’d sass if he had the time.

“You like the sandwich that much, mate?” Haz asked, staring at his friend.

Tom looked up and put his phone down, almost mimicking the movement a boy would have if he were caught with something naughty. Haz held back a chuckle, watching his friend fumble.

“Yeah, the sandwich is good. What’s up?” Tom asked, taking a bite; almost regretting saying that it was good. Before grimacing, he knew he was being observed by a certain observant friend of his, so Tom did what he did best. Act.

“Cut it out, Holland. I’m not a div,” Haz laughed, before leaning back against his chair.

“You like her.” He completed.

Tom’s eyes shot open wide, before shaking his head and looking around. He then slowly pointed to himself, to which Haz nodded slowly, and Tom scoffed.

“Like who? (y/n)? No way.”

“I didn’t say who, mate.”

“I knew you were talking about her, though.”

“Why did you know that, Tom?”

Tom Holland was flustered, and perhaps, one of the only people he couldn’t pretend in front of was Harrison. Groaning, he ruffled his own hair before frowning. He looked confused. His body felt heavy, but his heart felt wild.

The second that Tom let out a sigh, Harrison spoke the golden words.

“You like her, Tom.”

Tom shook his head. “I don’t know her.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want to believe it himself. It wasn’t a problem, of course he could like anyone, and most often you don’t get to choose who it is. But, Tom knew this was ridiculous, absurd even. He didn’t know anything about her. She made that very clear last time, he thought before groaning again.

“And the biggest lie ever was told today.”

Tom’s gaze shot up to meet his friend’s eyes. He squinted a bit before questioning what Haz meant.

“You don’t have to know a person to like them, Tom. Don’t be an idiot.”

The moment didn’t hit him hard right away. It came as a slow breeze would, indicating a rain was about to pour. A rain so hard and heavy, but welcoming. Tom, at that second, forgot his friend was sitting near him, forgot he was an actor, forgot a great many things that bound him to who he thought he was. Her words rang in his ear, I’m not all that great with strangers—and the response his mind thought to it made him realize that Haz wasn’t spouting rubbish. If she thought him a stranger then he didn’t want to be. And the fact that he didn’t want to be meant there was something more.

Tom knew it wasn’t an intense feeling, but a feeling he wanted to nurture and grow. He wanted it slow and steady, unlike other times when he’d relish the feeling of a quick paced romance. Here was not romance, here was not love—at least, not yet; here was a feeling, a possibility, staring back at him with eyes unlike any he had seen before. Tom found himself standing above a cliff, with no bottom, and not feeling afraid. A quiet sense of trepidation filled his veins, and Tom knew that her words were the catalyst for his sudden limbo.

“I can’t,” Tom’s voice was now a whisper, his face was warm, his ears were warm, though he didn’t highlight that so was his heart. “She hates me, Haz. And-and, this can’t happen!”

“It’s just a crush, mate. It’s alright.” Haz laughed, watching his friend go through something a regular person wouldn’t tremble over.

Perhaps, that was the problem. Tom lost his chance at being a regular person when he rose in fame as an actor. And hearing that he was a stranger by someone who also knew he was an actor, was what caused this strange crumbling feeling. Tom’s demise of a regular life left him numb in many regular aspects of a human’s life. Love, friendship, compassion—all these things were private now, because the world wanted to know everything about him. Not that Tom didn’t have friends, he did—some of the best—but his crushes needed to be extravagant, his love needed to be extraordinary. Something regular, something so simple as liking someone you just met, it seemed so foreign to him; and even if it meant acting this scene out in a movie, Tom still found it so strange that it was actually happening to him.

“Don’t think with the fame, you dolt.” Haz scolded his friend, raising his eyebrows.

“I can’t not.”

And perhaps, this is why Tom rejected the idea. He couldn’t accept this entire change. He was a famous actor, therefore, his life was different. As much as Tom wanted to numb the difference, facts remained facts. His last crush was Zendaya, a small crush it was—carefree but extravagant. The world knew about her, and the world wanted him and her to get together. This crush could be explained, understood—but (y/n)? Beautiful, strong, fiesty (y/n)?

When there was not a single word he could utter negatively about her, he knew.

“What are you going to do?”

Tom didn’t need to think. “Nothing.”

And the sandwich was forgotten.

There was a sharp stinging pain on the left side of her neck. Letting out a pained moan, (y/n) pressed her neck as she walked back home. All she wanted to do was collapse on the bed and sleep—there were too many articles, and too many edits. Not to mention Bruce spilling coffee over a pile of plain paper; she sighed. Most of these days, (y/n) found herself sighing when she thought of her life. It was slowly getting back on track, and it was slowly starting to feel numb.

She opened the door to her home and smelt it; a hearthy feeling, a feeling she got nowhere else. She felt relief wash over her, and her shoulders sagged. The pain at the side of her neck was beginning to fade with the mere idea that she was home. Her feet dragged her to her room, and after discarding most of her clothing, (y/n) collapsed on the bed. God, this is perfect, she thought before humming in relief. Turning on her back, (y/n) finally allowed herself to check her phone. Clicking on Instagram, her first thought was Tom Holland, but she brushed that aside and checked the stories that her friends had shared. A friend of hers from school had shared a video of her cat yawning—swipe—her colleague was having beer with her date—swipe—stop.

Immediately clicking on the search bar, she typed Tom Holland, and sighed. She felt bitterness, and an odd sense of torment. Bitterness, she realized, was just anger that forgot where it came from. His follow request was still present, but she had chosen to ignore it. She didn’t know when it washed over her that she may be doing things that are extreme and uncalled for? She didn’t know if she was right, only that she was hurt. He was an actor, and it was easy to say sorry. Saying sorry, perhaps, was the easiest act of them all. But, she didn’t want a sorry. An apology was different. And Tom Holland, had not apologized.

Maybe he didn’t have to, it was not anything that he could gain something from. But, she had sensed kindness in him and that was her fault. So the expectation lay foundations in her mind. Because he was kind, she wanted him to try a bit harder. And because she was involved, she wanted him to try. Therefore, no matter how much she was feeling bad—at the end of the day, she was regular, with a job like clockwork, and he was an actor. And even apologies don’t manifest the way they needed to.

When her phone rang a moment later, (y/n) almost yelped. It was Aditi, and since it was a Friday night, (y/n) was half sure why her friend was calling.

“Please don’t say there’s a party—”

“My friend, Oisen, is throwing a party and you HAVE to be there. I can’t go alone because Oisen and I have history but nothing happened so if I don’t go it’ll be weird, but if I go alone, it’d be weirder because—”

“Aditi, I’m exhausted—”

“A few drinks will do you great. Just. Please.” Aditi wasn’t asking. Aditi never asks. Aditi demands.

When it was decided that (y/n) was going to Oisen’s (Aditi’s Irish wet dream) party, (y/n) began to allow herself to feel a bit more loose than normal. (y/n) wore a black halter with a flowy mint green skirt that reached her knees. For most of her life, (y/n) was conscious about wearing clothes that revealed a bit more skin. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t too thin or too fit; at some point, the realization hit her that she was worth everything anyone was, and she too could wear clothes that anyone could. It was decided that Aditi would pick (y/n), so once she was ready, all she had to do was wait.

The doorbell rang just as (y/n) went to sit on her couch. Grunting and grabbing her purse, she opened the door to reveal a nicely dressed Aditi, whose grin could blind anyone who looked at her for too long. Hugging her friend, (y/n) and Aditi were ready to go. Oisen’s house wasn’t too far away, a fact that (y/n) liked, which meant that after a few drinks, she could come back on her own (if Aditi decided to stay back).

“So, what’s the deal with Oisen?”

“His name is Oisen, it’s pronounced Oh-sheen. Not Oye Sen.” Aditi corrected.

“Oops, sorry!” (y/n) laughed. “Do you like him?”

“Darling, if you laid eyes on him, you’d like him too.”

The party wasn’t too jam-packed, and again, this fact (y/n) liked. When there were too many people, she tended to get rather claustrophobic, and that didn’t do good to her social skills, which were already on the lower end of the spectrum. Stepping inside, (y/n) took a good long look at Oisen, who was quite handsome but too smiley for her taste, and let Aditi do what she did best. Grabbing one drink, Oisen greeted everyone who came, but that’s the sad part of being the host of a party—you don’t really get to have a lot of fun. It’s welcoming, and more welcoming.

Sitting on the couch, (y/n) revelled with the music that was being played, and successfully shooed Aditi to go talk to Oisen. (y/n) wasn’t a wingwoman, but she wouldn’t stop her friend from trying. A moment later, someone approached her. He had blond hair and blue eyes, a Nazi wet dream in person, tall stature and a kind smile. Immediately, (y/n) felt herself wanting to talk to him, and learn more. Turning to this new face, which she swore she had seen before, (y/n) smiled casually.

“You don’t look like a social person,” he commented, his blue eyes were blinding.

“I’m not really. But, I do enjoy parties occasionally.” (y/n) added.

The man extended his arm forward with a chuckle, “Harrison. Harrison Osterfield.”

“(y/n) (l/n).” She said, before shaking his hand.

“Please don’t think I’m rude for saying this, but I know who you are.” Harrison said, sheepishly.

“And something tells me this isn’t the reason I want it to be.” (y/n) giggled as she said it.

“Hm, you can say that.”

“So, how do you know me, Harrison?”

“I’m Tom Holland’s best friend.”

Time froze for (y/n), and the smile on her face fell. She let out a sigh before taking a couple more sips of her beer. Harrison waited for her to respond, not wanting to push her.

“If you want me to leave you alone, I’ll be on my way.” Harrison’s voice was kind.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that,” she looked at the blonde before saying, “You’re very sweet for being honest. I really appreciate that.”

Harrison smiled, “I don’t think that should be a reason as to why I can’t have a conversation with you.”

“Hopefully, this won’t be about Tom Holland.”

Harrison was quite surprised to see (y/n) in the party. Being Oisen’s friend from school, whenever his Irish friend hosted a party, Harrison knew he had to make it; however, this is the first one in ages, and his friend knew exactly how to pester him. Harrison almost decided not to show, but in the last minute, he wanted to go. And this turned out to be beneficial, since one of the first people he saw in the crowd was someone his best friend was quite obsessed with.

He was careful to not make a move or make her believe he was making a move. (y/n) was an attractive young woman, and there was nothing stopping him; but Tom was his best friend. He wanted to understand more about what he could do to help Tom, and even when he had once sworn that he’d never be a wingman, Harrison found himself in the shoes of one. The things I do for him are crazy, he thought before approaching her. However, what he understood over a period of a few drinks was that (y/n) was in fact, a very fun person to be around. Considering her background with reviewing movies and books, she was aware of several things that Harrison believed no one around him was.

“So from this conversation I take it that you didn’t like Forrest Gump all too much.” Harrison said, laughing.

“No! I loved the movie, but the Oscar had to go to Shawshank, I mean..” (y/n) was quite obviously, very drunk.

Harrison laughed at what she said, before leaning back against the couch. He noticed she was attempting to open another beer can, and he leapt forward.

“Whoa, (y/n),” Harrison mumbled. “That’s enough for now.”

“I’ve never been called those things before,” her voice was low, and Harrison paused. “Being called a slut and other names.”

Harrison blinked before having her lean back. He listened, and wondered if she was alright. She wasn’t too intoxicated, but he was worried for her. He looked for her friend, and noticed she was talking to Oisen. I’ll take her home, he thought before turning back to her.

“I’ve never been called those things before but those girls made it seem so easy.” (y/n) said, smiling bitterly.

“All my life, I just wanted to write. I was good at it, writing. I was good at telling people what I thought of movies and I’d always wanted to be a voice that people trusted. Being called a slut for doing my job hit me harder than it should have.”

“(y/n), what you went through was terrible. Never put yourself down, alright?” Harrison muttered, lowly.

“I don’t blame Tom, at all. He was only trying to talk on behalf of Jean, and it’s really nice that Tom’s on such good terms with people he works with. It’s a great trait,” (y/n) let out a breath before continuing, “I just…”

“I don’t have any other place for comfort here, Harrison.”

“What do you mean?”

“I blame Tom because it’s easy. I blame Tom because… Because of what he did, those girls hurled insults at me. If it weren’t for what he did, they’d not have said anything. I blame him because... I don’t want all of those things to be true.”

“Oh, (y/n). They’re not true. You’re an amazing person.”

“You know that. Maybe, if I had a better chance, Tom would think that too. He doesn’t deserve the way I treat him. But I can’t not. I can’t not hate him because by hating him, I’m hating all that what happened to me.”

This was more information than what Harrison was expected, and quite frankly, he felt terrible. Here was a woman, whose hard work had earned her insults, and watching her open up to him broke his heart. He understood from her words that it wasn’t anger for Tom that made her push him away or ghost him; it was the fear from what happened. She’s not ignoring Tom because she wants to, but more so because Tom was now a symbol for the whole experience of what happened. And she’s pushing away the experience, and invariably, pushing away Tom.

He held her arm and pulled her up, “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

“You can drive?” She asked, blinking.

“I’ve definitely not had the number of drinks you’ve had.”

“You’re such a div, oh my God.”

Harrison laughed. Before leaving, he forced (y/n) to drink a glass of water, and helped her into his car. He fastened the seat belt for her and took his place behind the wheel. All the while, Harrison wondered about her. The pain she went through wasn’t given enough priority; sure, he knew Tom wanted to apologize, but that was the thing. It was all too fresh in memory for (y/n), and her reaction was justified because no one deserves to be insulted over hundreds of fan mail for doing their job.

Once they reached her house, Harrison helped her get off. He walked her to her door and smiled at her as she tried to open the door.

“Harrison,”

“Don’t thank me, love. Just take care of yourself—”

“I wasn’t thanking you,” She giggled. “I will, though.”

“Alright. What is it?”

“I try very hard not to forgive him,” Harrison blinked with confusion. “I don’t know if it’s Tom or because he’s an actor, but it’s so fucking easy to forgive him.”

Harrison understood what she meant. That was the way Tom was, it was hard to stay mad at someone so genuine. Harrison smiled a bit before nodding. He understood exactly what she meant.

“I don’t want it to be so easy.”

Kissing her forehead, Harrison nodded. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

The next time Harrison met Tom was later that night. Tom had sent him a message asking to meet, regarding something about the script for the advert (him needing help memorizing lines, obviously). And since it wasn’t too late in the night, Harrison decided to help out. But, this was the perfect time to bring it up.

“Mate, I just returned from a party my schoolmate hosted,” Harrison said, walking into Tom’s house. “And you won’t believe who I spent my evening with.”

Tom blinked. “Who?”

“(y/n).”

Tom froze. Instantly, a frown appeared on his face.

“Don’t worry, she’s a lovely girl, but not for me. She got too drunk and I had to drop her off. She’s really nice, Tom.”

Tom nodded once before turning on his heel and grabbing his iPad.

“Do you like her?”

Harrison scoffed. “You twat. I’m here telling you to try harder.”

“Try harder for what?” Tom asked, angrily.

“She deserves the effort, Tom. She doesn’t deserve an easy apology. And besides, you—”

“If you’re going to talk about how I like her, then forget it. Haz, I can’t like her. So forget about it.”

Harrison sighed before pulling the iPad from Tom’s hands.

“Is this the script?”

The next morning, Tom was being driven to the shoot location. It was a 30 minute drive, and Harrison sat in the back with him. Things were slightly off from the previous night, but knowing Tom and his impulses, things would go back to normal relatively quickly. Before he could head inside the shoot location, he spotted a familiar face. A familiar face he did not want to see.

“Mr. Holland, can you tell us what this advert is about?” Jennifer Campbell from the 9 ‘o clock show, asked him with a bright smile.

Tom stared at her with no expression on his face. He recalled all those times this woman in front of him had slandered (y/n) on national television, and felt a surge of bitterness wash over him. But, he was an actor. He had to be kind.

“I haven’t entered the set yet. And no, I can’t comment.”

“For someone who spoils things easily, you sure are trying to keep a secret.” Jen said, suggestively.

“Listen, I don’t have the time to talk. Don’t you have other things to occupy yourself with?” Tom snapped, before walking away.

Harrison wanted to laugh, but there was only so much he could do to not make matters worse. He noticed Tom take out his phone, and clicked on Instagram. Tom typed in the name “(y/n)” and the first name that appeared was her’s. She’s still not accepting my request, he thought before grunting. He deletes the request and sends another. A moment later, he began typing out a message. Harrison sighed before looking away.

I’m trying very hard here, (y/n). What more do you want me to do?

Tom’s message was brutal. A void in her chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed her the right to her hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt. Tears filled her eyes, but she knew she was only trying in vain.

There are times you want something but you can’t ask for it. You instead reach for the opposite, hoping for some voice out there who’ll stop you in time and give you what you need; because only they can offer it to you. There was hope in her that made her wait and want more intensely than most would believe she was capable of, a hope that told her to want something in secret. However, the problem with wanting things in secret was most of the time, no one notices what you really want.

(y/n) wanted so desperately to forgive Tom Holland and move on, but she held on to her anger. Like a burning rod, intending to hurt the one who hurt her, she held it; not realizing it was burning her as well. She felt herself crumbling as she typed the message, knowing that it was not what she wanted, but she hoped. A hope also lay where anger had nestled, a hope that wanted him to try.

Don’t try anymore.

If only she could see how Tom’s jawline clenched when she had sent him that message, if only she knew how much it hurt the actor, and how hard it made for him to act—she’d have let this all go. However, something came close to make her let it go. Something that perhaps felt to her as an end.

Fine.

And she knew it wasn’t.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Movie

Once again prefacing that I am commenting as I watch, so comments might be all over the place. Spoilers ahead.

Scenes with Aunt Marge are even more dramatic than in the book and we jump into them faster, so at least your attention is grabbed faster. Harry’s also hit puberty, he’s doing a better job of holding his emotions in while still having understandable outbursts. Daniel Radcliffe seems to have a slightly altered personality for Harry than the book has, and I still prefer movie Harry.

The street scene after Harry leaves the Dursleys where he sees Sirius as a dog for the first time is done very differently, but both in the movie and the book it seems a little out of place and random, guess they both did the best they could. Loading the Knight Bus is iconic, the bus they chose is phenominal. Ernie doesn’t talk and there’s a shrunken head that’s not in the book, but it adds to the oddness of everything.

Odd that the movie chose a hunchback to collect Harry at the Leaky Cauldron, I don’t think it was like that in the book. Cornelius Fudge wears significantly less eccentric robes and hats in the movie, and I think that’s for the best, the aesthetic of the movie wouldn’t suit it with his book wardrobe.

Weird that in the movie Fudge got Harry’s books for him instead of Harry getting them himself in Diagon Alley, and the Monster Book of Monsters wasn’t a gift from Hagrid at home, instead was just among his school books at the Leaky Cauldron. Small changes that aren’t super significant to the plot, but wew fun when the book had the extra time to give us context like that.

The plot moves extraordinarily fast in the movie, but I only know that because I know how much theoretically happened between all these things. Hermione and Ron have matured like Harry in terms of looks, they all look significantly older. Hermione’s already got Crookshanks and the cat is already tormenting Scabbers.

In the movie Arthur Weasley tells Harry directly why Sirius is out of Azkaban instead of overhearing him and Molly talk about it. Makes sense to cut some time out.

The hands of the dementors are just as grey and creepy and scaly as the book describes. Somehow the scene in the movie feels like it lasts longer than reading the passage in the book, which is really really poor, and specifically why reading this part was so underwhelming.

Ah the first appearance of singing in the movies. At least it’s not as cringy as in the book. And the new Dumbledore makes me sad, but at least he fits the look.

Professor Trelawney’s classroom is much larger than described in the book, but she’s just as strange and eccentric as expected, and the teacups are stacked in the background just as precariously. Her reaction to the grim in Harry’s teacup was more dramatic but more believable honestly.

The movie had Hermione randomly appear instead of disappear to show the time turner’s effects. It was just as weird if not more and very effective.

The location where they meet Buckbeak is very different than described in the book, but much better. And I like that there’s only one instead of multiple. Buckbeak also takes Harry on a longer flight than in the book, probably for all the beautiful shots of Hogwarts we get from it, so I don’t mind at all. Draco’s just as dramatic as in the book, and it’s just as pathetic.

We jump pretty quickly into the Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Lupin, which is done differently than the book, but just as much if not more effective. This is the first time we actually see them doing some practical studies. Alan Rickman having to wear the ridiculous outfit as a Boggart was amazing. I was right that Harry gets a turn with the Boggart in the movie but didn’t in the book, and when Lupin jumps in front of him we get to see it turn into a full moon.

McGonagall is strict but sympathetic, which is very similar to the book, but I think Maggie Smith adds a bit more understanding and sympathy even within her strictness that makes her so easy to love. We jump to Harry hanging out with Lupin while everyone is at Hogsmeade. The scenes seem disjointed, but because it’s a movie it gets away with it.

After finding the Fat Lady and her revealing that Sirius Black was in the castle, the castle being “secured” wasn’t something done in the book. We jump to everyone sleeping in the Great Hall that looks much smaller without the tables. Dumbledore and Snape have a really similar conversation to the one they had in the book.

Snape teaching the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is eerie, and shows that he has the potential to be a good professor for the subject but obviously isn’t because he’s chosen to specifically teach a lesson hoping that people will figure out Lupin is one. The note sent to him in class is silly and shouldn’t have been included.

The Quidditch weather is terrible, like described in the book, but we don’t get to meet Cedric (it doesn’t even look like the correct actor). Harry wears goggles instead of glasses that look ridiculous, it was nice seeing Hermione charm them, but we definitely didn’t have the time. Harry seems to fly just into the sky, much higher than he should.

We jump straight from the hospital wing to Harry with Lupin again. The movie gets away with it because movies do that, but this movie is moving faster than the book even with leaving so many things out which is wild. At least we get to see Lupin often.

The Weasley twins giving Harry the map was really cute and almost exactly like the book, but left out some of the extra dialogue about the passages that aren’t useable. I forget how they get to the Shrieking Shack without the passage under the Whomping Willow.

Hermione and Ron starting to have some romantic tension, first with Buckbeak, and now when talking about going to the Shrieking Shack. Harry in his invisibility cloak tormenting Malfoy was funny, but his head didn’t show, so that wipes out that meeting with Snape, even though it was pretty useless anyways.

They completely changed the scene where Harry overhears converastion about him in the Three Broomsticks. Instead of already being there with Ron and Hermione, he sneaks in with his cloak and Ron and Hermione are forced to stay outside. Harry doesn’t stay to hear everything and learns much less than he did in the book. I definitely preferred the book scene to the movie scene for this part.

Lupin teaching Harry to cast the Patronus Charm is really nice, and I like that in the movie they include Harry telling Lupin what he thought his happy memory was, and instead deciding to use one he’s not sure is real. He casts a successful Patronus with Lupin, which he doesn’t do in the book. I do like that in the book it’s more realistic in that he takes a lot longer to practice and get it.

The movie didn’t seem to include any of the time Harry and Ron stopped talking to Hermione. It does have that Crookshanks was accused of eating Scabbers, but other than that, it just jumps straight to Buckbeak being sentenced to death, which we know from the movie is when they made up. Harry still hasn’t received his Firebolt though.

I like that Harry spots Peter Pettigrew on the Marauder’s Map in the movie, something that definitely didn’t happen in the book. It’s a better way for him to get caught by Snape with the map. Better than him being caught coming back from Hogsmeade. Lots of scenes have been rearranged in the movie, and it actually works out really well this way. I think the times when this was happening were the chapters I was very frustrated with and felt weren’t going anywhere, and the movie fixed that by making it seem much more relevant.

Harry telling Lupin that he saw Peter Pettigrew is really funny, watching how confused Lupin gets.

Hermione punching Draco will always be an iconic scene.

Hagrid found Scabbers in his hut instead of Hermione, and I like that the stones being thrown were added to have them notice that people were coming down to the hut. Gives Harry and Hermione something else to do later.

So Ron is taken by the dog and dragged under the Whomping Willow like in the book, but instead of having a knot that turns the tree into marble, they have to fight their way into the passage. Maybe I don’t mind the marble, because being able to fight through it seems unlikely.

The actor for Sirius is very good, and the scene where Lupin and Sirius hugged was just as much a shock as the book. Hermione revealing he’s a werewolf is just as surprising too, but gets a bit lost in the chaos. Sirius’ iconic like of waiting 12 years in Azkaban is perfectly done and I’m shocked it wasn’t from the book. Snape showing up not in an invisibility cloak is nice, makes more sense, but he comes early and we don’t learn nearly as much as in the book.

The actor for Peter looks extremely rat like. He also only goes for Harry to convince him to not be killed. It feels so much more rushed without the long explanation, and we don’t learn why Peter was the one who caused the problems instead of Sirius 12 years ago. Peter tries to convince Ron and Hermione when they’ve gotten back to the Whomping Willow, which for some reason is just not attacking them.

The line “have you taken your potion tonight” makes sense to me now, but doesn’t without any other context that was given in the book. Snape actually protecting the three from Lupin as a werewolf is the kind of redeeming moment Snape needs, small moments throughout the series that show that he’s not just mean and evil to be that way. Unfortunate that the movie didn’t have these moments.

Harry alone runs after Sirius and Lupin, trying to protect Sirius. I forgot that someone howls to distract Lupin and pry him away from Harry so Harry can keep going after Sirius towards the lake where they run into dementors, alone, without Hermione, who was there with him in the book. Harry manages to cast a weak Patronus, but with so many dementors it’s just not enough.

The weird thing that looks like Sirius having his soul sucked out via a small glowing orb leaving his mouth was odd, instead of having a dementor actually kiss him. Then Harry sees the stag across the lake, the very strong Patronus, and the orb returns to Sirius’ mouth. Definitely different from the book, but not a bad rendition.

We don’t know from the movie what a dementor’s kiss is, so the line is meaningless to us. Dumbledore still comes and visits and believes them, and gives Hermione the cryptic instructions, along with an additional “retracing my steps seems to be a good place to start”. Interesting that going back in time takes them to 7:30pm, meanwhile in the book they go back 3 hours from 11:55, so it should be 8:55.

I feel like even though it was hinted in the movie, there wasn’t enough to make us wonder how Hermione is getting around. There likely wasn’t enough time, but the last movie was significantly longer than this one, I’m sure they could have included a few scenes.

Dumbledore somehow being aware of the fact that he needs to distract them to give them more time is amazing, and I’m glad that was carried over from the book. In this movie at least, Dumbledore’s actor has matched his book self very well. The addition of so many crows seems unnecessary.

In the movie a spell is what keeps the Whomping Willow from attacking Lupin when he follows them, I didn’t pick up on that the first time.

Buckbeak protecting Harry and Hermione from werewolf Lupin is a nice touch to show that Buckbeak has formed a bond with them. That’s made much clearer in the book than in the movie.

This time, when Harry’s down by the lake, he’s with Hermione, instead of her and Buckbeak being in Hagrid’s hut. Instead Harry has to make the realization that it wasn’t his father but instead him with Hermione there, which is strange but probably done so we can get some dialogue to help us figure it out. It jumps pretty suddenly to them riding Buckbeak through the night to rescue Sirius.

Dumbledore pretending to not know what Harry and Hermione are talking about is pretty funny, so are the few lines they exchange with Ron. I’m SO glad the movie cut out Snape wanting some award and blaming everything on Sirius, that tarnished his character in the book so much and was so frustrating.

Harry finally got his Firebolt, and had no note come with it except a feather from Buckbeak to show it’s from Sirius.

The ending of this movie is just TERRIBLE. What an odd scene to end it on.

Overall I think I liked bits of the movie more than the book and bits of the book more than the movie. If I had to pick just one, for the first time I would probably pick the book. I always remember this movie confusing me most when I watched it as a child because there was so much context left out that my mother had to fill in for me.

I think in my comments I highlighted the parts of the movie that I liked more than the book version, and if those parts were changed in the book, I probably would have enjoyed it much more. But the deep background that the book gives is definitely worth the boring parts. I really hope the next book is another improvement, though I’ve always loved the Goblet of Fire movie.

#harry potter #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #the prisoner of azkaban #harry potter book three #harry potter book 3 #book three #harry potter book one #movie

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sparkswift · 5 years

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My Lover analysis

Disclaimer: some of these ideas were found on tumblr and all opinions are mine only. <3 Also hopfully this is coherent enough :) Overall: Lover is in every way about love. It sounds like new love, like being in love, being scared to love, being scared to lose it, and being secure in it. @taylorswift is looking at the world through rose-colored glasses and singing with the same storytellings, and symbolism we have come to know and love. This album shows a woman who found a love that is real and chose to step into the daylight and let everything else go.

Lover Analysis By Krishna C

I Forgot That You Existed: This song is the perfect way to start this "next chapter." This song is an upbeat bop! Taylor uses smart and witty lyrics like "it isn't love; it isn't hate; it's just indifference." This song closes the book on the persona from reputation and opens to the literal next chapter of her life. We stan.

Cruel Summer: This track was written with Jack Anttinof and St. Vincent, and you can hear both of them in this. The music is very indicative of summer. This is the first mention of the color blue, the relevance of which will be discussed further in later tracks. The growl when she sings "He looks up grinning like a devil" is * chef's kiss* perfect.

Lover: Listening to this song again after hearing the rest of the album it becomes obvious why it was chosen as the title track. This song is what I imagine it sounds like to be completely and unconditionally in love, in a way that it seems like a part 2 to "Call It What You Want." To me, this song sounds like sitting in front of a fire with the person you love, wrapped up in a blanket while a record player plays in the background. It sounds like dancing in front of that fire with your lover wearing a sheet as a wedding dress. The anxiety from songs like "Out of The Woods" disappears.

The Man: I will never shut up about this song. Taylor addresses sexism head-on through the lens of her own life. It is imperative to note this song is not Taylor saying she wishes she were a man. Taylor explores the idea that if she were a man and lived her life, in the same way, she wouldn't be scrutinized and criticized like she is now as a woman; she would be praised for it. I walk with 113% more confidence when listening to this song. Highly recommend.

The Archer: The lyrics on this album are some of her strongest yet, and this song solidifies that. The song, which has a backing that sounds like an arrow being shot through the air, is simple enough that the lyrics are the main focus and quiet enough that you can hear the fear and doubt in her voice. The invisible smoke is indicative of having fears that stop your breathing, but that no one else sees. Also, the line that references all of her heroes dying all alone is a slight nod to "The Lucky One" (2012). The initial fear subsides at the end, where she declares that she is ready to fight for her love even if it kills her. The song ends with a numb sound that is not unlike the sound a bow and arrow make when the arrow is finally shot.

I Think He Knows: This song builds seamlessly. You can hear the initial fear in telling the other person how you feel but then realizing that you don't have to say anything because they already know and feel the same way. As the song builds confidence in the feelings do too.

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince: This song is haunting and sounds like being chased down an empty school hallway. A lot to unpack here, since she has spoken about it. Taylor has spoken of the political undertones of this song and the metaphor of a school football game as a form of patriotism. She has said this song came out of the feeling of everything falling apart in her life and with the country in 2016. In that year, she says, she became more critical of blind patriotism like the practice of Friday Night Lights. The symbolism of the football game and school be seen through many of the lyrics, notably "waving homecoming queens" and "I saw the scoreboard" and the cheerleader chants in the background. She also alludes to "Blank Space" (2014) in a lyric where she says she is "running through rose thorns" (see "Rose garden filled with thorns"). There is, of course, also a reference or two to the color blue in this song, but we can unpack that later on. In this song, she is also going with the idea of her being "an American queen," as we saw her in reputation (2017). Taylor has said this song is about finding someone who is able to escape all of the noise and run away with you until the chaos subsides. This song radiates Lana del Rey vibes but in a way that it is still completely a Taylor Swift song.

Paper Rings: This song is very recorded player 1950s but also very punk rock. It sounds like she is singing into an old microphone, and the effect is fantastic. It is upbeat and her way of saying 'I'd marry you in a heartbeat and I don't need money or fancy things (the fancy things could be a nod to "King of My Heart") to do it.' Again she mentions the color blue in regards to painting her lover's brother's wall blue. The significance of blue can be seen in the reputation magazine pictures of Taylor painting said wall and also in the lyric from "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" (2017) in which she says she was "deep blue, but you painted me golden" (golden sparkles are seen in another picture being painted over the blue wall).

Cornelia Street: This is, by far, my favorite song. Taylor really returns to her storytellings roots with this song, something she has done beautifully since 2006. It tells the story of a love all in reference to the sacred street on which their love story was born. Taylor tells the story of a fight where she left the street and was headed for "the tunnel" (likely Lincoln tunnel), but then he stopped playing games and told her how he felt about her, so she turned around and then they made new memories on the street together. Their love almost ended, but then flourished on Cornelia street (Cornelia is also a flower that can be seen in the background of many of her recent performances as yet another easter egg). In the song, she is telling the story of their love and saying that if the story ever ended, she could never walk that street again because now she associates it with him and their love. You can hear the sadness when she says she could never walk Cornelia Street again towards the end of the song where she takes a breath. THIS IS NOT A SONG IT IS A STORY. TAYLOR HAS HER REAL LIFE LOVE STORY.

Death By A Thousand Cuts: This song does, in fact, cut a bitch up. It is a sad bop in which the instruments in the backing sound like mini jabs or a chandelier that is flickering. Taylor has said this song was inspired by the movie Something Great (2019) and the idea that sometimes a relationship ends not because you want it to or because you fell out of love but because you grew apart and then couldn't continue together. She "boards up the windows," an allusion to "Call It What You Want," of this love even when the lights in the house are still flickering and the love is still there. Its a breakup song for when you wake up at night being happy for the time you had with someone but sad that it had to end, because it hurts like a thousand cuts that will never heal, to end something that isn't and may never be over.

London Boy: This is a quick mood change. In this song, Taylor again makes a slight reference to patriotism. She samples audio from her co-stars from the upcoming cinematic adaptation of Cats (2019), James Cordon and Idris Elba. This song is so cleary about her boyfriend who is, obviously, from London. She says she can love where she is but her heart lies in London with her boyfriend. This song also makes reference to his accent which is a slight nod to "Gorgeous" (2017) in which she made fun of his accent. She also name-drops, designer Stella McCartney, which as we all know led to their clothing collaboration.

Soon You'll Get Better: In this song the Dixie Chicks easter egg from the ME! Music video finally hatches with a collaboration. This song is a vulnerable glimpse into Taylor's mother's battle with cancer. It sounds like a cold, empty hospital hallway that gets filled with love when certain people enter it, but it also sounds hopeless. Taylor lists a number of things she has done in an attempt to make this part of her life happier, none of which have worked. Nothing could work unless her mother gets better because her mother means everything to her and has moved mountains for her. Now Taylor is doing what she can to move the mountains for her mom. The depth of her hopelessness is exemplified in the line where she confesses that she prays now because "desperate people find faith." Taylor herself was raised Catholic but has seemed to grow away from that, but now she needs that faith because it means some sort of hope is out there.

False God: The sounds from the horns really make this song. It also somehow reminds me of Halsey's music in that it feels very mysterious, and almost like you are listening to a hallucination. "False God" clearly draws yet another connection to religion, which is something she has also done in past albums with songs such as "Don't Blame Me" (2017). Again she makes reference to New York City, a city which she fell in love with when she moved there around 2014 and wrote: "Welcome to New York" (2014). In this song, she compares herself to the city, perhaps in the way that Taylor and her love are like the city in that they are "ever-changing" (2014). To me, this song sounds like sounds like driving down a dark road with a cross attached to the rearview mirror and your hand in your lover's hand as you drive without knowing what will come next on the road. This metaphorical car is being driven by "blind faith" because the two people are so in love, they will continue to move forward together ready for whatever is to come. It's what could have happened if the guy from "All You Had To Do Was Stay" (2014) had, in fact, stayed on the road with her instead of running them off of it. In this song, her significant other is not worried about what's going on with things that are outside of their control, and they continue together because they have faith in their love.

You Need To Calm Down: This upbeat bop feels like an extension of "Shake It Off" (2014), but this time it is more inclusive and with political undertones that voice support for the LGBTQA+ community especially (see music video as well). In this song, Taylor addresses the different types of hate that various groups of people (in various communities) may face in their lives and encourages people to "calm down" and not waste their breath with hateful words and useless comparisons.

Afterglow: Yet again, this song contains a reference to the color blue, which her significant other once revealed in an interview is his favorite color. Blue is significant in that it represents him, and she seems to have associated the color with him. In the past, Taylor has used colors to represent emotions (see "Red" 2012), and blue is usually associated with sadness and loneliness. This song is her taking ownership of having caused a fight, but telling him not to leave because of the fight. Taylor is asking her lover to meet her at the happy ending to come after the light, which takes place in an "Afterglow." This song seems to be yet another nod to religion in speaking about a glow that is not unlike that associated with heaven. There is a possible reference to "...Ready For It" (2017) in a lyric about an island (recall the lyric referring to "island breeze"). The bigger symbol in this song is light, which Taylor has been known to use in past albums to show different emotions. The lyric "burned it down" is not only her taking ownership of the fight, but is another use of symbolism and imagery of a fire (seen in other songs such as "Begin Again" 2012 and "Call It What You Want" 2017). This song could be connected to the idea that she wants this fire (in this case is the fight) to burn out, and when a fire is burnt out it, the embers still glow, as she hopes their love will still glow when this fight has ended.

ME!: A self-love anthem this song celebrates individuality and embodies the bright aesthetic of this album. It also makes her feelings about herself and her lover clear, especially after the dark persona she created for reputation (2017). In the music video for this song, she walks out of the invisible smoke that was present in "The Archer." This song screams: 'Yeah I might have insecurities, but I'm an individual, and you are too, and we can love each other for who we are.' A very feel-good song.

It's Nice To Have A Friend: In my opinion, this is the weaker song on the album, but still not a song that I would ever skip. Also important to note that the backing vocals of this song are a school choir from Toronto and all of the profits from the song go to them (found this info on tumblr). This song sounds like drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. It is from a school kid's perspective, to represent the child in both people in the relationship. At first and at the beginning of the song there are games, and the signs about how the two people feel about one another are not clear (see lyrics involving sidewalk and snow, note and video game). Then it becomes clear that they both want to be together, and they start to bring out the child in one another. They are more than lovers they are best friends, and all other doubts from earlier have melted away, like the snow on the sidewalks.

Daylight: The perfect end to this album of love where Taylor's easter egg from her Elle article hatches as she encourages us all to "step into the daylight and let it go." Taylor herself had to let go after the darker days that resulted in reputation (2017) in order to find the light in her life again (she has said this in an interview). Her last album felt more like a night album, but Lover and the bright and light aesthetic that comes along with it makes it very much a day album. She references the smoke from "The Archer" saying that she "in clearing the air" she "breathed in the smoke." This song sounds like fresh air in a glowy bed of flowers. Taylor is moving on to brighter and happier things, and this song is the perfect way to show it. Along with this light, is the fact that Taylor once believed love was simple like black and white but in this song we see that now she sees love "in screaming color" ("Out of The Woods"). The color that screams love in this song is gold (see lyrics), as stated before there is a picture of Taylor painting her boyfriend's brother's wall blue in the reputation magazine, the picture that follows shows Taylor painting a patch of gold paint over the blue (see "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" lyrics). The color gold is often associated with magic, light, and happiness and it is clear that this is the purpose of the color in the song as well (see lyrics "golden like daylight"). She also compares herself to her beloved New York City yet again, this time it is in reference to sneaking around the city like she was sneaking around in "Delicate" when the relationship was new. Taylor acknowledges that she has made mistakes, but now it's time to step into the daylight and keep walking and it can be assumed that she intends to walk hand and hand with her lover. The audio at the end of the song sounds like a voicemail you would listen to if you want to remember someone fondly. It sounds like a faded memory with colors that are still vivid and bright. It sounds like hope. The album ends with the word love, and that says it all.

#plz show this love #roomisonfireswifttalks #lover analysis #taylurking #analysis #easter eggs #this took me hours

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michimiart-blog · 5 years

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Greetings! Today I am gonna show you some info about a character that I created when I was in an imagination attack.

Her name is Drigreia and she was created inside a fallen multiverse of Undertale. So, come and hear a little bit of her backstory.

Important fact: I imagine the multiverses of Undertale with numbers, for example: Canon (Original Multiverse) is №1, Fanon (Multiverse of Fandom) is №2, Swapverse (Reboot/Eraser) №3, DreamSwap №5, etc etc etc... (yes if you want, at some point I can tell you the numbers of the other multiverses)

In addition, the Original Multiverse (where the real characters are found, the real Ink, Error, Fresh, Core!Frisk, etc etc etc ...) is protected by "Guardian Princesses", which prevent other multiverses (Shattered, Recode, Fanon ...) approach the original. That said, let's start.

Drigreia and Crawden are two traveling beings among multiverses. They are not simply limited to the universes of a multiverse (such as Core!Frisk), they are among all the multiverses of Undertale (DreamSwap, Shattered, The Original Multiverse, etc ...). Except Drigreia. She doesn't limit herself at just "Undertale's Multiverses", she travels around all the fandoms.

But before we go to that, check out who was Drigreia first.

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UnderTale!Frisk and UnderSwap!Chara were very great friends, and despite being treated like children without gender, both were considered women.

When they met Sunset (an alternate Dream from their multiverse), they were always willing to be with him and give him their support first and foremost. They knew that Sunset was suffering because he was "used" simply to make everyone "happy", and they knew that due to the balance of good and bad, he had to put aside his suffering to fulfill his role. That made them very sad because he could never be really happy.

At the time he was attacked, they were the only ones who tried to help him as soon as they saw him with those wounds, but despite their efforts, Sunset was already physically and emotionally shattered to the point of giving them his cape and crown, and later to see the eyes of both human, dying due to the horrible wounds that couldn't be healed. After his death, and more power on the negative side, many times Undertale!Chara and Underswap!Frisk tried to convince them to make a genocidal route, but they never could. "Surrendered", they simply left the old friends of Sunset alone.

The humans US!Chara and UT!Frisk were very depressed, but one day it occurred to them to exchange universes. UT!Frisk and US!Chara were in the area of the Ruins of the opposing universes, when they both noticed that UT!Chara and US!Frisk were beginning a genocidal route; Desperate, both made a RESET, but completely forgot that none was in their universe. This caused Underswap and Undertale to erase the codes of both humans because they did not belong where they were, and as a chain reaction, the lack of Frisk in Undertale caused its destruction, leading to the destruction of the entire Multiverse.

A princess who had recreated the codes of Sunset (now called Crawden) and making him a traveler among multiverses, found the remnants of the codes and part of the soul of US!Chara and UT!Frisk, seeing that one was missing what the another had and vice versa, joined them both, with soul and everything, forming a young adult woman who still wore the old cloak of Sunset and a new form of his crown. She called this woman Drigreia.

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Crawden and Drigreia were equal beings, and they met on one of their visits to Shattered Dreamtale. Although they forgot the great friendship they had in the past, both returned to recreate that friendship and become siblings.

Some time later, Drigreia discovered the "fourth wall", realizing that they are part of a "fandom". She told Crawden about her discovery, excited to discover beyond the fandom of Undertale, the one mentioned told her that he would accompany her to the exit, but he was afraid to go beyond the fandom. Both formed an agreement that she would travel and watch the fandoms, while he stayed and watched the multiverses of Undertale.

Drigreia left the Undertale fandom, and observing how all the fandoms were, decided to catalog them in different categories and sections, in order to have easier access to all of them.

Although both are separated, from time to time Drigreia stays around Undertale to repair or redirect the temporary lines affected by a virus or with a defective history.

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1- Drigreia and Crawden do not consider themselves omnipresent people, they know what will happen because they saw it in the codes. Unlike Core!Frisk, Drigreia doesn't know how to anticipate future events and can not be in several places; Crawden, on the other hand, can be in several places but he doesn't know how to anticipate future events if he has not experienced them first. Both, on the other hand, can interfere in the past after knowing what will happen and can prevent that fact.

2 - Drigreia and Crawden only intervene if there is a stranger to the timeline affecting the multiverse (or fandom in the case of Drigreia) and said entity could harm more than one universe (or fandom).

3- Regarding the previous point, they only intervene if the strange entity damages the original story or the original alternate timeline/universes created by some other person. Example: The multiverse that I created called ReCode. If an entity affects the alternate Swap!ReCode timeline, Crawden/Drigreia will not do anything, but if that entity goes to the original ReCode timeline, they will intervene.

4- Crawden rescued a SoulFell!Papyrus from the multiverse №30 that had been self-destructed, when he saved him, let him roam the multiverses next to them, creating a new skeleton called Klowell.

5- Drigreia has a bad habit of experimenting. When she found the fandom of Panic Room and its AUs, she came up with the fantastic idea of swapping Panic Room Twist Fate with Panic Room Original, meaning that the characters were changed.

6- If Crawden or Drigreia appeared physically in some Multiverse, the alternate versions of Core!Frisk (of the multiverse where they are) will have their powers to open portals and omnipresent vision blocked until they leave.

7- Drigreia has a favorite fandom of each category and section. Example: Cat: Movie, Sec: Action, Fandom: X. Cat: Games, Sec: Adventure, Fandom: Y., among others.

8 - Although it seems incredible, Drigreia's favorite fandom among the types of game that is Undertale, Undertale is not her favorite (And while being in that fandom she ended up dead).

9- The fandoms have a planet shape and have a huge poster made of codes with the name of the fandom.

10- The "toxic part of the fandoms" has a section called "Toxicity" and they are humanoid mutant forms.

11- When entering a fandom, the original universe of the fandom (Example: Fandom: Undertale, Universe: Undertale, Secondary Universe: Original Multiverse, Tertiary: DreamSwap, Shattered, NaJ, etc etc) is the largest you can see and you can see the events as if it were a TV screen without needing to be inside the story.

12- If she was given to choose which section of games is her favorite, she would choose "Hidden Objects" or "Puzzles", because she says that they are types of games that very few people admire and that almost always have a null fandom, besides being the almost unique fandoms without toxicity.

13- There is another being that comes out of its fandom, it is a mini version of a fandom of the Hidden Objects, this one sometimes accompanies Drigreia in his trips between fandoms. Said being returns to his respective fandom when he feels that someone is going to play said game.

14- When Crawden and Drigreia meet, the latter tells him what new fandom emerged, what fandom is being abandoned and tells him the stories of each fandom, and if they have any AU, it also says so.

#drigreia #fandom mention #undertale au #mention of panic room #mention of death #oc

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harleywords · 6 years

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The Thrill of Change

Genre - Comedy

Word count: 2468

Synopsis: A businessman becomes addicted to the thrill of making absurd changes to his mundane office life. Hijinks ensue.

Today I did things a little different. I figured I’d be better for it, but it only made things worse. No, not worse… for something to get worse it has to be bad to begin with, and it wasn’t. Bad, I mean. But things change, people change; at least that’s what I’ve heard. People say that all the time, in fact they’ve said it so much throughout history that people almost exclusively use it ironically now. Anyway, I thought I’d give it a try-- that was my first mistake. Actually it was my only mistake, but there were a whole lot of smaller mistakes that fall under that main big one; changing myself. And I dragged my colleagues down with me.

Now, I’m a civilized man. I wear my tie around my neck just like anyone else; or at least, I have done so since that one incident in which someone finally came forward and told me I had been doing it wrong all these years. I appreciate that. If ever I’m doing something incorrectly, I want the right method to be made known to me as soon as possible. I love doing things right. You could say I have a passion for it. Or I would if I ever felt passionately about anything. If I were to be passionate about something, it would be rightness. I think that’s good, which pleases me because I love being good as well. That would be my second passion if only I were capable. Goodness and rightness are very important to me, even if not to the extent of passion. If I saw someone doing something bad and wrong, I wouldn’t stop them. If I were passionate I suppose I would… maybe that’s something I should strive for? It’s too late now, of course; everything’s changed.

It all started a couple of nights ago when I arrived at work only to notice I forgot my tie. I ran to my cubicle, clenching my trench coat at the chest to cover my shameful error, when I suddenly remembered that my backup ties were at the cleaners. It was closed today. I was about to just totally freak out when my good friend and arch nemesis, Cecil, arrived at my small workspace with a glint in his eye.

“I couldn’t help but notice the way you were holding your trench coat.” He smirked. “Any man of mighty brains and impeccable taste in clothing could clearly see that you were hiding something-- or a lack thereof.” He spun a No. 2 pencil between his index finger and thumb, wrist limp and elbow nonchalantly propped against the corner of my cubicle wall. He raised the coffee in his dominant left hand to his lips with a look of better-than-you-ness. At the time I couldn’t recall the term “superiority,” so I won’t use it here in order to stay true to my recollection of these harrowing events which took place recently enough that I can sort of remember what I was thinking at the time they happened. For example, after my thought about his look of better-than-you-ness, I remember not remembering what I had for breakfast and feeling concerned about it. I spent the next few minutes trying to dig around in my brain for the memory of my morning breakage of fast and missed everything he was saying to me during this time. At last I had it-- Chinese takeout. How silly of me to forget; it was a Tuesday, of course I had my Tuesday breakfast Chinese takeout.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked Cecil with a triumphant grin at the flawless recollection of my latest meal. I recalled the moment of panic when I opened my fortune cookie. The delicate slip of paper inside ripped in half with the cookie, and on it were the mangled words; “There are big changes ahead for you.” This meant nothing to me at the time, but now I was beginning to wonder about its significance.

“I said I think I have an extra tie for you to borrow.” Cecil repeated with exasperation. He hated repeating himself. He often faked it to get back at whoever didn’t hear him the first time, for instance; say he had told you: “You have something in your teeth.”

“Come again?” you would respond.

He would then change it to, “Catch the game last night?” And stomp away in a huff of frustration and-- ah yes! Superiority. That’s the word. (Please excuse me, I am still following my train of thought from the other night.) Of course, he would probably never utter the words “catch the game last night.” Cecil’s most loathed phenomenon in the world is that of cliches. He hates cliches. Just hates ‘em.

Anyway, he must have felt the tie thing to be far too important to change in his second go of suggesting I borrow one of his, because he repeated it for me and I graciously accepted his offer.

“You are too kind, too kind.” I shook his hand violently but at the time it was holding a cup of hot coffee which splattered all over my work area and sensitive skin. I didn’t mind, though; I was overjoyed by this solution to my terribly embarrassing problem. “I promise to return it good as new!”

“Good as new?!” the pencil in Cecil’s right hand snapped at the clench of his fist, the two separate pieces falling to the floor in a clatter that to me resembled the cries of a close bond being severed, two kids in love being taken from each other by cruel circumstance. “I have half a mind to retract my offer at that overused phrase, and to punch myself right in the face for saying I have “half a mind” to do something-- but this tie thing is far too important. I’ll get it to you right away.”

I spent the rest of the day in a constant state of anxiety at the thought of having to wear someone else’s tie, but a foreign tie is better than no tie. Then a strange thing happened to me, and I realized the thrill of being anxious all day. It was… exhilarating! The adrenaline rush coursing through me whenever I looked down or caught someone glancing at my chest was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and although it made me feel uncomfortable and sweaty, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was exciting, it was new-- it was change.

I wanted more. I started small; shifting everything on my desk askew so instead of being at right angles they were all tilted towards me, as if they were an audience watching me work. My computer and the long list of monotonous company emails within suddenly became a ferocious lion in the coliseum, and I a gladiator, conquering each reply with a mighty swing of my sword (in this case my sword was my keyboard, just in case my metaphor confused you ((I often have trouble with metaphors))).

Later I added almond milk to my coffee instead of my usual 2%. It was really weird and I didn’t want to imagine how they milked the almonds, but I enjoyed every sip with delight and defiance. At the end of my workday I turned left at my cubicle instead of right to get to the elevator, which was a little stupid in hindsight because my cubicle is at the outer corner of the building near the elevator, so I had to go the long way around… but then I took the stairs! I was washed in the sweat of heros. My knees felt like creaky hinges by the time I completed descending the 36 stories, but it was worth it for the thrill. I felt unstoppable, untouchable.

I jaywalked!

I lived.

I could do anything in the world, and the only person that could stop me was me, and I wasn’t near finished yet. I ran into my co-worker, Trent, on the street opposite that of the office.

“Your hair looks great!” He called out to me.

“Thanks!” I beamed at him. I re-parted it on the other side of my head in the bathroom.

“Hey, a few of us guys that were working late are going out for a beer. You wanna join?”

I suddenly realized that the sun had begun to fall during my trip down the stairs.

“Why, yes!” I would have been home eating my Tuesday frozen burrito with my cat and watching Glee by now. “I would love to join you!” Tonight’s episode was being recorded on the DVR as we spoke. Glee would have to wait.

Trent walked me to his car where we met up with Cecil, two accountants named Murlock and Roy, and some guy I’m not entirely sure works with us or even knows any of us, Norman. Throughout the night I believe everyone was casually throwing out subtle hints to find out who invited him, but no one seemed to show any relation to the large, bald, tattooed man in his impeccably clean wifebeater. That’s okay, though; I always carpool with people I know or am formally introduced to. This was a first, and an exciting one at that.

When we reached the bar, called Beers, I left my suit jacket in the car. I never take off my suit jacket, not until I’m about to get into my jammies. They have clouds on them.

Everyone shouted “Norman!” when we entered, but anyone I asked wasn’t sure how they knew him. There was even a burger named after him. Fascinating fellow.

The entire event of attending a bar hangout session with friends was new to me, so I had nothing to do differently than usual since there was no usual. As the night wore on I became accustomed to the activity, and my new restless spirit needed something different. I needed more change, more excitement. I needed an outrageous gesture, so I lead the bar in song. No one knew the words, as I just made them up, but I sang it all the way through proudly atop a table. I kicked a pyramid of shot glasses which crashed to the floor and the bartender began to approach me, but I was too clever. The guys were enjoying my display, and followed me as I ran out of the bar. We laughed together on the sidewalk. I put my tie around my head like they do in the movies. Cecil smacked me across the head so hard the tie fell off and he proceeded to put it on himself. He was wearing two ties. He was changing… just like me.

The night was ours. The city was ours! We wandered the streets blind, ready to take on the world. I kicked a rock and it broke a window. I felt bad but I trekked on. We gave money to a homeless man. He spat on my shoes and angrily tweeted about it right before our eyes on his shiny new iPad. The wallpaper was something about a pipe not being a pipe. I was baffled by this but I was determined to continue enjoying myself.

We entered a dimly lit building. I was drawn to it by the purple neon lights framing the windows, but it had some questionable items for sale… by that look on your face I’m assuming you want me to move my story along. I can also tell by the tapping of your foot and exasperated sighs and also by you telling me to get a move on. I understand your signals. People have often said I am very perceptive.

The next couple of nights my new best friends and I followed the same routine; after work we headed to Beers and had Norman burgers. We got rowdy and meandered around the city until we were bored. I stopped feeling the adrenaline rush, and realized changes were becoming routine for me. They weren’t fresh, exciting. I needed to do something huge. I needed to do something drastic.

I needed to bring a giraffe into the office.

Acquiring the beast was surprisingly easy, but getting him up the stairs was the real challenge. Fitting him in my cubicle was a bit of a debacle, but he found a tolerable way to rest his head 7 cubes down. What I realized is… no one cared. No one changed what they were doing. They just pretended not to notice. That’s when I lost faith in my colleagues. Even Cecil, who had begun gossiping at the water cooler and saying things like “lovely weather we’re having” with no bigger reaction than a cringe and a nervous twitch, passed by me hurriedly without making eye contact. My full-grown giraffe was the pink elephant in the room, and people ignored it because it was easier than dealing with the situation. Because hiding behind your massive pile of papers that don’t even seem to have a purpose other than being assigned to you is more convenient than taking a giraffe out of the workplace, let alone bringing him in. I suppose that’s how they’ve dealt with me for all these years.

It’s rough being an antelope in LA, but I’ve always tried my best to blend in with society. Luckily I’m not an antelope in LA. Gotcha goin’ there for a moment, didn’t I? Nah, I was living around the center of Vancouver at the time. I’m not adventurous enough for LA… although now I suppose I am. I will move there! No, no… I promised, no more changes. From now on I’m doing things the right way, the good way. I will be good and right as I was before. Like I said, I am a civilized man, even if I am an antelope. I can restrain myself. I can wear my tie around my neck. I can take the logical route to the elevator, and I can descend it with ease in enough time to make it home for Glee and frozen dinners with my cat. That way I can avoid situations like these, and live the rest of my life the easy way, like I did before. I wouldn’t light any more office buildings ablaze and take refuge in the woods outside Vancouver. If you let me out of here I swear I won’t cause you any more trouble, Officer. Can I call you Off for short? OH can I call you Olaf?! That would be sweeeeet.

Anyway, that’s it I guess. Say, don’t I get one phone call? What do you mean it doesn’t work that way here? Who is in charge of this establishment?

Psh, Animal Control… more like animal dominion, am I right? Or is that just a fancier word for control?

The End.

#short story wednesdays #comedy #absurdity #fiction #writers of tumblr #written 2013

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