#oh yeah im book and film based

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time

H.C x actor reader

In which you try to avoid him during training but it’s useless when Ewan puts you up against each other in a friendly match.

Word Count: 2099 words (que spiderman theme song. IM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE ACTUALLY COUNT)

You were new to the industry, you had only been in two movies thus far. The first one wasn’t big, it was just an indie film that horror movie nerds happened to like. From there you got picked for an audition for a bigger movie that would be put in a few theaters. However here, now, you’d never really expected such a huge change, you weren’t going to be playing a huge part. It was a flashback for the upcoming series Ahsoka, you were going to be a Jedi for a short time. They were doing another scene for order 66 in which Anakin goes against someone whom he’d become acquainted with during training. A battle was to be choreographed which meant you were going to be up against the actor who had single handedly started your acting career.

You were a huge Star Wars fan and without a doubt one of the kids who had lightsabers and a few Clone Wars coloring books. As you got older you looked into Anakin’s actor Hayden Christensen and grew to love the movies he’d done. Of course you thought he was hot, who wouldn’t love the nerd in Shattered Glass, or the punk in Life as a House? Sure he’s older now but that didn’t stop you from absolutely freezing up the second you walked into the training area. He’s significantly taller than you, that much you already knew but now it made you feel even more anxious. Interviews of him (which you of course obsessed over in your younger years) depicted him to be very nice, but you can’t always judge someone based on their interviews.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you placed your hand to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” The trainer had questioned, a slight concern showing on her face. Hayden had also looked to you, the thin lightsaber prop swinging effortlessly to his side as he awaited your answer.

“Uh- Sorry I just got a… um- a headache is all.” You lied while your hands gripped onto the prop like it was the only thing grounding you.

“I have tylenol in my bag, or some water if you want?” Hayden’s hands gesture over to the black backpack that was leaned against the wall next to yours. Your throat ran dry as you opened your mouth to speak, before choking on your words and coughing… quite literally choking on your words.

“Yeah, the water should be fine.” Hayden walked over to his bag before pulling out two bottles and handing one to you. He stood there however as you took a small sip and placed it back down.

“Nervous?” He snickered lowly while he waited for you to collect yourself.

“Pfft… can you tell?” You questioned softly, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes. My god you’d dreamed about meeting him for practically half your life, but all you did was fumble. The casting crew never really gave you a lot of information, just that it was for upcoming Star Wars content and that they’d needed to fill a small jedi role. Nothing could’ve mentally prepared you to meet your living, breathing, wet dream.

“It’s just training right now, so there’s really no need to stress, we can all help you learn everything you’ll need to know.” His voice was so calm and endearing, maybe it was the daddy issues talking or the fact he is a dad, but it was so comforting.

Even three months into your training you’d distanced from Hayden as to not make a complete fool of yourself. He’s almost 40 at this point with a child you’d assume he was tired of the wild fans. Even so during training you’d often slip up while your eyes were trained on his swift movements. Sometimes you guys would get together and have little matches to see who could win. It was a random pick or whoever decided to challenge someone, and it was no different today. Everyone had finished training but the energy had been so vibrant that here you were on the cushioned floor in a circle. At this point it was no secret your character and Anakin were to have a final battle, but you had never gone against each other in these matches.

“Okay before we start, would anyone like to call someone out?” Rosario Dawson, Hayden’s childhood friend who’d been training for a separate project, questioned the small group.

“This isn’t a call out but I’d actually like to see Hayden vs Y/N without their choreography.” Ewan suggested while sitting on the blue mat cross legged, a childlike smile on his face. On one hand you were a shell of a human around Hayden, but with Ewan it was like he was your favorite uncle. Had you at some point in time found him incomprehensibly attractive? Yeah, but he’s the kind of nice that makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

“Oh come on, is that even fair?” You whined, alluding to the obvious experience points he had on you.

“Are you calling me old?” Hayden jokes lightly as he steps forward into the circle, the group collectively letting out a low ‘oooooooh’.

“I mean your character is the chosen one, I don’t know if my three months of training can compare.” In all honesty you had tried your hand occasionally at a lightsaber when you were younger, so you had a little bit more experience than you let on. The amount of times you’d watched the behind the scenes,their practicing and training helped you recognize his moves.

“I’ll go easy on you, how about that?” His arms were outstretched to his sides in a shrug. A smirk was playing on his lips as he stared at you expectantly.

“Easy? Okay Christensen I’ll fight you.” Competitive couldn’t even begin to describe the drive that suddenly pumped through your veins. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, and the familiar smirk you had only dreamed of seeing in person made your adrenaline kick in. All the information you’d ever retained while watching those extras, would finally be useful for more than proving a point in a dumb argument online.

“Let’s not forget who’s had more training.” Hayden said with a scoff as you both got into your beginning stances. Yours mimicking the form Obi-Wan took while fighting Grievous, Ewan didn’t miss it, how could he? He simply stood with his left foot pointing towards you, his right braced for a sprint, and his saber behind him ready for a strike. You were reading him like a billboard, he never strayed from the forms he was taught, but you were a fan with too much time so you had a few of your own moves.

“May the force be with you Master Skywalker.” You said before he charged, you dodged the first strike but he had already begun to recover from the miss. A huff came from his chest as he swung the flimsy pole back down, meeting yours with a loud clash. The group let out sounds of shock and excitement as he pushed you down to one knee, he was stronger than you. It was no secret as height wise he’s an entire foot taller than you, so you quickly rolled from your position in front of him. He stumbled forward slightly, then twisted around to meet your blows. One to the head, down to the legs, up to the arm, then back down to his torso since it would be an awkward position for him to hold. You were both fast, you’d spent so much time learning basic defense in case one of you made a mistake it was too easy. Stamina was probably the only way you’d win this, or so you thought.

“You’ve learned well, young one,” he tripped you up, while you were focused on his words he’d hit you with the same move Anakin used on count Dooku. “although you’re too focused on me,” your ‘saber’ swung upward to slash his torso, but with a small step back, he dropped the pole to his open palm.

“And not my hands.”

“Fuck.”

The cool, thin, dented metal was up against the side of your neck as your arms were still tilted up in your last strike. Heavy breaths left the both of you as your small ‘audience’ went silent. The sound of your pole hitting the mat, signaled your defeat and in true style you dropped to the floor. The room erupted with groans and yells of victory from those who bet on Hayden. A few seconds of lying on the floor Hayden walked over, standing above you holding out his hand.

“Come on loser.” His smile was so genuine it made your face blush softly as you rolled onto your back.

“I can’t, I’m dead, rigor mortis.” You mumble, letting your tongue hang out the side of your mouth. You felt two arms scoot under your back and knees, quickly feeling your body lifted into the air. A scream came out of your throat as your hand quickly gripped onto Hayden’s loose shirt. The group laughed as he basically tossed you up and down, pretending like he was going to drop you.

“I don’t know why you’re screaming! Dead people don’t scream!”

“Oh- OH MY- PLEASE! GOD PLEASE! OBI WAN PLEASE!” He’d even managed to flip you on your stomach, your fingertips almost meeting the ground before he flung you back up again. Sure it wasn’t a crazt high distance from his arms, but add that with his height it was terrifying enough.

“So uncivilized!” Ewan mocked in a bad Obi-Wan voice, Hayden finally held you against his chest as he laughed with the rest of the group. Ewan came over with Rosario, both of them cooing softly at your semi panicked state.

“Put the poor girl down already!”

“She’s as red as a tomato Hayden!”

He let you down to your feet, still holding onto you as you stumbled lightly. Your chest heaved as you rested your hands on your knees, completely oblivious to how you practically pushed against Hayden’s crotch. His hand came down to rest on your lower back, rubbing softly while you regained your breath.

“I’m-… I’ll kill you for that one day Christensen.” You said through heavy breaths before standing straight again. Hayden’s hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, sporting a smug smile as the group began to discuss the next match. Hayden pulled you off the far walls where your bags lay, you both sitting in front of each other while he pulled out water bottles. For a while you sat in silence, just leaning against the wall watching Rosario and Ewan go at it.

“Were you ever going to tell me about your tattoo?” Hayden questioned, his voice staying low in contrast with the yelling from the group. At first you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but then your cheeks turned to a dark red. On your wrist was the japor snippet Anakin gave Padme when they first met, and under it read ‘Skywalker’ in Huttese. Usually it was covered by a scrunchie or bracelet, but it must’ve slipped your mind today.

“I wasn’t planning on it, it feels too embarrassing to show you.” You held your arm out to him, since he’d already seen it there was no use in hiding it now. His hand pulled your wrist closer as he traced it with his fingers.

“I always wanted to get a replica of the japor snippet but I never did. I think this is really cool Y/N, you don’t need to be so nervous around me all the time.” He said quietly as he set your arm down on your thigh. Hayden was nice, but you were feral, you still couldn’t grasp the fact you avoided him like a schoolgirl avoided her crush.

“I-… I am not! The job is just so… overwhelming you know?” Lies, you shook as bad as a chihuahua when you were alone with him, practicing lines, fighting, and in general.

“It’s been three months and you still get distracted by just staring at me mid-fight.” A chuckle resonated in his chest as you looked at your blushing face.

“Okay… I just didn’t want to look like some nerdy, obsessed fangirl, I didn’t know how well that would go over.” Holding the cool bottle against your face you let your hair shield your face from the older man.

“I think it’s cute.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe the star would align, maybe you would have a chance with the man you’d worshipped during your teen years.

I need to be his controversially young girlfriend HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE idk i think its a sign or whatever🤞🏼 hope you liked this! feel free to make any requests! i might make a part two but idk yet

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[vintagevict0ria]

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

“You brush past me in the hallway…”

chapter 1

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader

content: n/a

a/n: omg i am soooooo excited for this you have no idea. Its been so long since i posted and this idea has been stuck in my drafts since july and since im back in my Adam driver era- id thought id finish this. This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swifts song "I can see you" and each chapter will be based on a lyric! So i am no expert on how film/actor/movie stuff works so bear with me. Hopeful as this goes on, it will get better. Im planning on finishing this by the new year (who knows if that will happen) but since im on break i should take advantage of my free time. Ok long story short I will be writing this shit non stop since im on a writing high so who knows if the next chapter will come out tommorow! Hope you enjoy! Notes are greatly appreciated!!

Y/n, a famous actress known for her beautiful face and captivating personality but also her incredible acting skills. You had been nominated for over 50 awards and won 5 oscars. It had been a while since you were on a set nor a movie. The last film was a roaring success and the critics were crazy about it! The media begged for another film starring Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of your phone ringing. Your agent- Carolina, was calling. You quickly answered- yawning and hoping she wouldn’t hear it. “Y/n! Great news!” You sighed, not really understanding what was happening. “You got the job!” The job? what is she talking about? “huh?” You rubbed your eyes, laying back down. “The movie!! Adam Driver is in it too! Oh my gosh i can hear them now! ‘Y/n y/l/n and Adam Driver are co-stars in the biggest hit of the year!” Once you heard his name, you sprung up “Wait what?” “Yeah! They want you here in LA by tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked you a flight to leave in..5 hours! Bye!” She hung up before you could say another word. You glanced over at the clock- 9:35. The flight was at 2:15 and it would take a while to pack and get ready. So, being the smart woman you are, you got up and started the day. Showering, packing, and of course- stopping to get starbucks.

Once you arrived in LA, you headed to the condo where you would be staying for a majority of filming. That morning you woke up and started getting ready for the day. Showering, and making a coffee before you headed out to the table read. You threw on a pair of leggings and a tshirt. It was late autumn so you took a jacket on the way out. At the studio you said hello to the crew and a huge thank you to the casting director. “Y/n!” It was Carolina- she ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “How was the flight?” You smiled at the redhead girl “Great.” Carolina jumped up and down with excitement and handed you sheets of paper. On the cover was the name of the film, the name of the director-JJ Abrams- and your name. “Heres your script. You need to go ahead and head in there! Bye!” She walked away, the sound of her heals clicked across the floor. You quickly skimmed through the pages while walking and not paying attention. You soon enough ran into someone, your coffee spilling over you and the floor along with your script- which was on the floor…covered in coffee. “Oh gosh Im so sorry!” You apologized while picking up your script, wincing at the wet paper. “You might want to watch where you are going next time.” The voice was soft but stern. You looked up and realized it was Adam Driver.

He was wearing all black and his hair was messy. He glanced at you with a subtle stare. “Im so sorry!” You stood up, brushing yourself off. “No worries, happens to the best of us.” He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck, closing his eyes. Damn he was attractive. ”You headed in?” You asked, trying to keep your composure together. Adam simply just nodded.

The first day of the read consisted of going over the aspects of the film and the time line of production. After the read through, filming would start, then the movie premiere would take place after filming and production in Hollywood, but that was a whiles away. When the read was over you walked out with another co star. Heading to your condo, you received a text from Carolina. "Girl, just talked to JJ and he just gave me word that there is a sex scene between you and Adam 😁" The stupid emoji at the end made you cringe. Carolina giving you this news shot your nerves through the roof. As if you weren't already nervous enough about working with Adam, having to film a intimate scene made it far worse. Kicking your shoes off and falling onto your bed, you opened instagram, an attempt to get your mind of the situation at hand, it didn't work.

[snackara]

Hey there! Sorry it took me so long, but I finally got my questions ready for your "Solomonar Chronicles"!

I remember that this series was inspired by how bad "Fantastic Beast" got after the first film. (which I get, the other two were such wasted potential) Is anything else from Harry Potter being used for inspiration for your series?

How did you come up with your character names?

Who would say is your favorite character that you made?

Do these characters get trauma like the ones in "Upon a Star?"

Are you going to do more Draconology Files? That one caught my interest the most since I'm studying dragon biology for a villain in my superhero story.

Would this be formatted like a regular book, or play out like a movie?

Is Solomonar Chronicles like a series with each chapter being an episode, or one large story broken up into chapters?

Why did you choose the 1920's for the setting? Its not a bad thing, I actually really enjoy stories set in that period. I'm just curious.

Will we see designs for the characters some day?

Any major villains coming up we should know about?

Are there other fantasy creatures in this world, or just dragons?

I was also curious about your "Dinosauroids Project" story too. I finished the first story of my "Visitors From Pangea" trilogy, so I'm curious how you would write a dinosaur based project.

In regards to original stories we're making, I'm currently creating one called "SuperZeroes", where its a story inspired by all the CBM I grew up with. Not sure if you're into heroes, but I was hoping I could share some stuff I have with you? At least while I'm still building the world and characters.

Thank you! 🐶

Oh hell yeah, ask away!

I took a lot of inspiration from problems I found in the world-building. If you want an in-depth look at the flaws in the Wizarding World, I highly recommend this video. It’s very long, but very good. The main flaw I wanted to tackle with this series is the whole Statue of Secrecy, and how it’s more harmful than helpful for mages and non-mages alike. Also this is not a Harry Potter thing, but weirdly enough Deadpool and Wolverine had a heavy influence on the story.

I looked up lists of common names from the 1920s and picked out some that stood out to me for first and last names. Except for Atticus and Clara. Those two just sort of came to me.

Either Atticus or Jesse, it’s a tough choice. On one hand you have Atticus ,who’s deeply traumatized and scarred but over the course of the story slowly heals and finding good in the world again. And on the other is Jesse, who’s just an absolute sweetheart and so supportive of his lover.

Oh heavens no…it’s so much worse in this series. Just look at Atticus.

Yes, I have a couple in my drafts I’ve been meaning to work on.

Im hoping to get it published as a real book series someday, so it’s formatted like a normal novel.

More like a larger story broken up into chapters, for the most part.

Mainly because that was when the Fantastic Beasts trilogy was set. I’ll probably tie it into the themes of the story better with prohibition and the non-mage government, but for now that’s it. Shallow? Yeah. But it works.

I’ve been digging through concept art to use as references lately. So far the pickings are a little slim for how I envision dragons, but I still have some stuff.

Edward Donahue. He’s basically the head of the mage CIA but somehow worse (Keepers), is the strongest believer in keeping non-mages and mages separate, and oh yeah basically started all of this by killing William Torrence and burning half of Atticus’ face off. So yeah, not a great guy.

There are plenty. I’m not sure how I’ll fit them in at the moment, but they will appear, because I have some interesting interpretations. One fun idea I have is making fairies more like bugs than tiny humans.

It’s based of a theory originally created back in the 1980s by David Russell which explores the question of “What if dinosaurs never went extinct and involved human-like intelligence?” It’s a really fascinating concept that I’m surprised more people haven’t picked up on. My own story is based on concept art created by C.M. Koseman and Simon Roy. Unfortunately I don’t have a solid story yet, just some worldbuilding stuff.

Yes please

And thank you for the asks!

[abrieenthusiast]

i think its very funny that the heartstopper fandom, on pretty much all platforms, constantly create worst case scenarios based on nothing for just about anything that could happen in season 3.

the following ive heard/remember vaguely hearing (note: some have differing levels of understandability but most are very low)

charlies mental health storyline (aka his main character arc this season?) is gonna be reduced to make room for more characters...i get that this was a fear last season but judging how that just. didnt happen and this storyline is kinda the primary plot of the season also alice oseman adressed this a while back saying "idk how i would do that so ur good"

general thing about how are they gonna "squeeze" vol 4 and 5 into one season....if theres one thing the show can do its pace really well, also season one took place over 5 months and that was season ONE so im gonna go out on a limb and say its gonna be fine (also you guys really dont realize how fast paced the books are dontcha)

imogen will "take over" tara's role as nicks female friend....okay first he can have more than one female friend in fact he has a lot of them?? second this was another fear for season 2 that DID NOT END UP BEING A THING so CALM DEOWN

general things about other minor characters being in season 3 will take away the main plot...AGAIN THIS WAS A SEASON 2 THING WHEN NAOMI AND FELIX AND JAMES WERE ANNOUNCED AND GUESS WHAT IM ABOUT TO SAY???? oh and this was purely because aunt diane was cast...speaking of which-

aunt diane will take the place of nicks mom figure?...this only came up because of the haley atwell casting but tbh i think this is just a funny bit about how minor characters like nicks mom are played by very famous actors??

aunt diane will sub in for sarah in the beach scene....this was because there werent any pictures or reports of olivia when they were filming in mallorca/the big crew wrap photo? yeah neither was haley? or jack? just very odd reasoning?

olivia coleman couldn't be in this season because of scheduling conflict....i kid you not the only reason this is a thing is because she was never seen or reported on sets during shooting, which was also the case for season 2 so i dont know why this is a thing?

[gecko-with-a-greatsword]

saw someone else to this so im plaguing my mutuals with this

free pass to ramble about literally any topic!!! i wanna hear about the things you like

ok I know you said things I like but I'm actually going to take this opportunity to rant about The Lorax (2012) because I have a lot of thoughts about why I hate this movie. Thank you for the ask :)

idk how coherent this will be and this might get long sorry

By the way no judgement to anyone who likes this movie or to the onceler fuckers, these are just my opinions. So to start off, I feel like the lorax story did not lend itself well to the animated kids movie formula. It probably would've been better as some sort of short film or something. And I know Dr Seuss was, like, racist and stuff but the lorax had a pretty good message. And in making the movie I feel like they muddled that message a lot.

So like I said, the story didn't fit the vibe, so to make it work as a kids movie they added an entire other plotline outside of the actual story. They expand upon both the world and the child hearing the story, and I have a problem with both of these. It seems like they were trying to make the town have that whimsical feel that other movies based on Seuss stories have, but personally, I don't think it works for the Lorax. Reading the story you get a sense that the world is desolate and barren. It feels pretty dystopian. In the movie that's only the area where the onceler lives and outside of that is a pretty nice looking town. Sure they have no trees, and are being scammed by some shitty CEO but it's a society with lots of people, who don't seem to feel like anything's wrong. And considering that it's a movie for children, I think the things that make it feel dystopian are too subtle. And you could argue that it was intentionally made to feel like real life, as some sort of commentary or something, but again I think kids won't pick up on that.

Moving on to the kid voiced by zac Efron, (I don't remember his name and I don't really care) I think in the story the kid is meant to be a stand in for anyone, like it doesn't matter who he is because it's meant to be you, reading the story. So making this kid a more fleshed out character was not something I would've done in the first place. Furthermore this kid doesn't even think anything's wrong. He's just motivated by the girl he likes saying she wishes she could see a tree! and that's kind of all he cares about which makes me feel like at that point why isn't she just the main character? (also side it was a weird choice to make her be so much older than him.) Basically I didn't care about any of this, they should have left out the entirety of this outside plot.

Anyway, moving on to the actual important part of the story, we have to talk about the onceler. And I think the main issue with the onceler is that they humanized him too much. Obviously in the picture book you don't really see his face, and reads like much more of a creature. I also believe that there was early concept art of the onceler where he was a lot more creature-y but obviously in the movie he ended up as just a guy. And you could argue that this makes sense because in real life it is humans who are at the root of all the things destroying the environment, but the onceler isn't meant to represent one person, he's meant to represent the companies and corporations. And I don't think the whole tumblr sexyman thing was necessarily their fault because I don't think that was intentional or that they could've forseen that, but it's kind of a testament to the fact that he is too sympathetic a character. And I guess that might be sort of the root of my problems with the movie, that everything feels too personal to be as allegorical as the original story feels. Oh yeah also the deleted song "Biggering" is actually really good and in my opinion would have worked much much better than how bad can i be or whatever. I feel like there's a lot more I could say and i'm probably forgetting a bunch of stuff but I'm kind of losing steam and I've already written a ton so I'll leave it at that I guess. I'm not rereading this lol I hope it's at all comprehensible and if anyone reads this whole thing sorry :P oh and DISCLAIMER I haven't watched this movie in a while or read the story so this was just me talking out my ass if I got something wrong or said anything stupid, whoops 🤷🏽

[everwisp]

hi there! i've been following you for quite a while, originally for a3, but i see you also enjoy poto. i've been meaning to get into it for a long time now, but im not sure where to start (so far, i've only ever read the book). do you have any recommendations for poto content to either start out with or to prioritize in general? thanks a ton!

Hi there anon!! this was a pleasant surprise to see in my inbox and I wasn't expecting to get questioned about POTO at all tbh! I'll try my best though 😊

I think starting with the musical would help, that's what actually lead me down the rabbit hole.

The most well known one would be Andrew Lloyd Webber's. This one is pretty similar to the book, if I recall correctly, having a some changes here and there (one of them being that the Persian isn't actually present in the musical.) I'd recommend either watching/listening to the broadway or the 2004 film, the latter being what introduced me to POTO in the first place hehe

There's also another musical by Maury Yeston and Arthur Kopit (which I've only discovered this year), though it is loosely based from the novel, and kinda shows the Phantom in a different light. I actually watched the 1990 miniseries first before listening to the musical, and I gotta say that the Phantom was very charming in this one, made me swoon a bit 🙈

Their music style is pretty different from one another, now I'm not that good with music terms and classifying the styles, but Yeston & Kopit's is more opera like compared to Webber's which is a sort of mix with opera, classical and a bit of rock maybe??? They are both bangers though, I swear.

I'm pretty sure there are other retellings and musicals based on it, but these two plus the book are the only ones I've consumed so far.

OH AND ONE MORE ACTUALLY!!

Webber actually made a sequel to his POTO musical called Love Never Dies and boY IS IT A RIDE. I think the fans have mixed feelings about it, it has great songs though omg. So so basically, it's ten years after the original musical and is set in an amusement park called Phantasma, and w/o saying anything about the plot, basically our main trio come together again and we get love triangle 2.0 with so much drama. Was honestly flabbergasted the first time I saw it ‘cause I went in blind but as I rewatched it for the 3rd time and listened to the soundtrack over and over again, I admit it's pretty good. In a trashy way. Do I recommend that you watch it? Honestly, yeah, it was a pretty wild ride and I was entertained, it was a good time despite everything about the plot. You don't have to though if you don't want to!!! Some people actually described it being fanficy or something along those line

But yeah, that's all I have to recommend, I hope this helps you somewhat!! Even though I was just rambling most of the times haha.

If you have anymore questions or if you ever do get around to getting into it more I would love to hear about it, don't be afraid to pop in with your thoughts or screaming or complaints, it would be nice to talk about it with others aside from me just ranting about it to my siblings 🤣 No pressure though!! But i genuinely hope you enjoy it 🩵🩵

Wishing you all the love, softness, and good vibes anon!! ✨🩵

[haven-gum-rockrose]

tell us about riz (ask game)

RIZ RIZ RIZ BET

first impression: oh this boy has so much frantic energy omg and cares so much about this penny girl he tries so hard, hes completely not sleeping to find his only friend...... Fuck I'm gonna end up kinning this guy, aren't I. And then it just kept going

impression now: ...... he cares. so. much. i care so much. its everything and he is everything to me- i actually dont know how to express it. he's like- holy. literally, he works for heaven now. but thats not important, he is.

Favorite moment....... fuck.... hmm... god i really like his interactions with Kalina. it could be "hiss at her, litigator!" followed by him hissing in court, but thats more a fig thing so.... while its not necessarily the moment, i like what it came to mean for his character. Him stuck in the palimpsest at the arcade, having lost to Penny's game, cutting his hands digging through the crystals, simply because that is so often referred back to

HONORABLE MENTIONS BECAUSE HES MY LITTLE GUY AND FUCK IT WE BALL: "i'm really gonna spiral here" after getting his own private office to do pi shit in, him suggesting "we can throw rocks in the river" as a hangout option because his only experience with what hangouts are like comes from violent productive adventuring and also noir mystery films/books/games, Riz inventinting the Night Yorb because he couldnt just relax. HIM TALKING TO HIS MOM ABOUT LIKE- IDFK WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF OR HOW TO INTERACT WITH MY FRIENDS IF THERES NOT A PROBLEM I CAN SOLVE- like shoot me with a fucking gun why dont you- uhhhhhh... "its just a metal tube. i think its beautiful *and then i do a little dance*" ..... theres a lot imma shut up

Story idea....... shit- him hanging out with the seven. please. idk, im very content with my- WAIT NO i wouldnt write about him, but any fanfic where he interacts with jawbone(like as the guidance counselor, not as the dad of most of his friends) - head in hands-

unpopular opinion: shipping fabriz is fine. like i dont like it and any ship stuff for them i read(which i do read) i am personally interpreting as platonic cuz im really good at that, or unrequited. i know a lot of people get pressed about it cuz aroace erasure which yeah if youre changing him to demi thats a bit- or if its one of those "Pok was right, he might just be a late bloomer, lol theyre aged up and actually riz finds out he's pan lololol" thats a bit - like please stop. but if hes dating the guy as an aroace person or theyre qpring. whats the big deal. i know riz doesnt want a relationship and all but - that the point of shipping? like i know for some people its uncomfy especially with how its the most popular d20 ship(at least based on ao3), but to me its like- shipping is literally pushing together characters and its always purely self indulgent??? like ship whoever you want as long as he stays aroace. anyways i didnt need to justify myself and show both arguements like that. none of you know this guy. except two people hi eni and aether

favorite relatioship: ..... LISTEN IGNORE EVERYTHING I JUST SAID. FABIAN AND RIZ THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS FABIAN SEACASTER AND THE FUCKING BALL LIKE THEYVE COME SO FAR IN THEIR DYNAMIC ITS CHANGED SO MUCH - theyre so opposites theyre everything theyre everything THEY SHOULDNT BE FRIENDS! AND THEYRE NOT!! THEYRE BEST FRIENDS!!!! AUGH!!!

favorite headcanon: autistic and anxious...... uh..... my brain is very gone... i think he still has like a bunch of different friendship bracelets from Penny that he keeps in like little collectors cases. ALSO I DONT THINK SHE EVER GAVE THEM TO HIM I THINK THEY WOULD JUST LIKE APPEAR ON HIS WRIST SHE WAS SLEIGHT OF HANDING THOSE SHITS ONETO HIS WRISTS BECAUSE HE COMPLAINED IT DIDNT MATCH HIS AESTHETIC AND THEN SHED LEAVE AND HE BE LIKE- im gonna frame this and put in on my wall.... but like as in in a false bottom in a drawer so its cooler

[ludinusdaleth]

I think I'll go for 4, 5 and 24—dealer's choice as to which of Artagan, Ludinus or Ira (or any npc, really. They don't get enough love.)

oh you have no idea the can of warms you've opened, lol.... i will happily do all 3!

this got so long i actually had to put a read more:

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

artagan - it isnt media per say but i really want to set him loose in our own reality and see what he'd do (there have been some hints i think, if half-jokingly said, that hes been here - boy do i think about that often.)

ira - we really should just let him star in his own horror movie. you could put him in a guillermo del toro film, and no one would bat an eye.

ludinus - i want to see how lud would react to faerun. a world so close to his own, but where the weave of magic is directly controlled by a god. there is an odd dichotomy in that faerun is more controlled than exandria and yet breaking that universe's laws are infinitely easier, and i think he would fall into obsession with that.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

so.... im gonna (un)ashamedly plug my playlists for them here.... please ignore that they can go as long as twelve fucking hours.... ill try to narrow down specific songs that REALLY hit about them, though.

artagan - "within you" by david bowie, from labyrinth, is a perfect fit. not only is arti based on jareth but the song's meaning directly ties into him & jester. jareth is terrified of being nothing more than a lost concept, a lost celebrity crush made fae king, as sarah is metaphorically maturing. "how you turn my world, you precious thing/You starve and near exhaust me/Everything I've done, I've done for you/I move the stars for no one..." i mean, c'mon. "family of me" by ben folds, "celebrity status" by mariana's trench, "lapis lazuli" by the oh hellos, and "due west" by kelsey lu also really hit as arti songs for me.

ira - "mad iqs" by i dont know how but they found me is a really good song for ira's hatred of ludinus. "a mask of my own face" by lemon demon is self explanatory and far too specific, due to his fascination with ashton's mask of him, with the song mentioning "dancing with all the bells". he would go wild for and try to emulate "thriller" by michael jackson or "i cant decide" by the scissor sisters.

ludinus - if i did a speedpaint of lud, id set it to "science fiction" by church of the cosmic skull. "and all the people, they stood on their chairs, and they stared, at the man with the silver hair/taken the findings of the science man/raising his hands to the air!/so he's making the minds up of the millions, and they'd never deny that he's right/cause he's taken a prize of many a size/if ever he dies he'll have a tombstone of a very high height". "brutus" by the buttress is ABSOLUTELY a ruby vanguard trio song and i even used it in my art of them before. "all history is vengeance" by brad derrick from the eso soundtrack is what goes through my head at the malleus key. "blood upon the snow" by hozier & "never look away" by vienna teng also really work for him. i think "survivors guilt" by emily axford (yeah, prism) also has lyrics FAR too tailored to him - "i see you in my dreams/young, and brave, and pre-calamity/i will tell you a story/i will be the voice you lost too soon/because even in your absence, even in your death/im still your moon".

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

(i wouldnt say im in the fandoms for all of these, but)

artagan - i think it somewhat obvious he's based off of jareth in labyrinth - his voice is basically david bowie's singing voice. to a lesser but still strong degree he's very much marvel's loki, down to the voice - if, honestly, an infinitely better take on the trickster god. as a past extreme loki fan the pipeline is there for sure.

ira - ashley said she & matt based fearne's story off a guillermo del toro film and i can see that in many fae this go-round, especially ira. he is basically a doug jones character. it's very easy to compare him to creepypastas like the russian sleep experiment or slenderman, too.

ludinus - he has some heavy similarities to emperor belos of owl house, vyrthur of tes, prince nuada from hellboy, and other characters who fit the archetype of a white-haired, ancient, pale elven (or elven passing) man, from a different time, who murders & (in some cases) colonizes to exact vengeance on gods, humans, or similar entities he feels have destroyed those around him. characters clearly in the wrong but who do bring up important topics of the endless cycle of brutality they were caught in, mixed with their privelege in every other circumstance. he also reminds me of mannimarco of tes. they look exactly alike and both shadow run an empire, somewhat in cahoots and yet at odds with a balding white haired pale human man within that same empire. oh! and fëanor from the silmarillion.

thanks for asking! sorry this is so long, floodgates are opened when i discuss men i wish were my fictional partners, lol.

[skautism]

ANSWER ALL THE EVEN NUMBER QUESTIONS ON THE ASK GAME YOU REBLOGGED!!! MWAHHAHAAHA!

(if u dont wanna do that thats ok lol just do like… 2-6… when i rb those posts i always lowkey wanna answer all the questions so i thought maybe u might enjoy this !)

WOOOO oh boy. ill skip the two i already answered (and fucking. misread)

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

im gonna only say happy things. having an art mom, my first internet friend ever who introduced me to vocaloid, and futurama

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

newsies (1992), borderline forever, and ghostbusters :3

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

incorrectly weighing a package before shipping it so that the recipient has to pay the postage

what made you start your blog?

musicals lol

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best: frieeeends :)/worst: strangers not knowing how to mind their damn business

what scares you the most and why?

death. do i need to explain that?

any reacquiring dreams?

mostly fucked up shit like getting sexually assaulted. also lots of getting lost. i only ever have recurring nightmares :/

tell a story about your childhood

my mom pierced my ears for me as a kid since the only option for a 6 year old in georgia at the time was claires and she doesnt like claires at all. we had to do each ear months apart because it hurt a lot and scared me. had to give in and do the other ear because my dads 2nd wife said one ear was tacky and they were about to have their wedding

would you say you’re an emotional person?

nooooooooooo the only place im vulnerable on is here

what do you consider to be romance?

longass walks together

what’s some good advice you want to share?

LEARN TO TOUCHTYPE

what are you doing right now?

about to get back to my fic draft yippeeeeeee

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

nothing really? its either "i dont care that im scared ill do it" or "yeah i dont want to do that i dont think id like it"

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

very silly but. wii and 3ds

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

we are removing my health problems

name 3 things that make you happy

writing, mario kart, trapeze

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

both

favourite thing about the day?

sunny breeze :3

favourite things about the night?

its quieter and easier to walk around because theres less cars

are you a spiritual person?

i mean i believe in ghosts

say 3 things about someone you love

they make really cool music and are supportive of what i do without trying to force me into bullshit and make me really happy

say 3 things about someone you hate

he doesnt know how to actually take accountability for fucking up, hes a dick to my mom, and tried to force me off my meds when they were still working

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

im writing again! i thought i never would actually get the ideas and motivation back

fave season and why?

fall!!!!!! halloweeeeen and better weather and stepping on leaves and pinecones

fave colour and why?

purple. its pretty :)

any nicknames?

i have a few based on my real name but wont share them for obvious reasons lolol

what do you do when you’re sad?

jack off

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

card games

are you messy or organised?

extremely fucking messy

how many tabs do you have open right now?

13 on my laptop

any hobbies?

game collecting, playing video games, cd collecting, various art mediums including digital and traditional art and sewing/embroidery and knitting and linocut/blockprinting, obsessively reading tvtropes, bass, piano, guitar, saxophone, sudoku, solitaire, and writing fanfiction

any pet peeves?

people going "shhhh" it hurts my fucking ears SO BAD

do you trust easily?

yeah

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

walls up. i know that directly contradicts trusting easily its complicated

share a secret

id rather not

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

look at my pinned post and guess. and because i like video games and its funny and i like the characters

any bad habits?

vaping and also my ten billion ocd compulsions

[yeonmuse]

BUTTON EYES

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | All Chapters

PAIRING | OT8, MC SEONGHWA

WORDS| 2k

GENRE | Coraline au, angst, suspense,

SUMMARY | What happens when Seonghwa returns to the home he was once fond of as a child? This time around making his return as a full adult with the company of friends. Nightmares and old friends return and the button eyes that Seonghwa desperately escaped as a child have returned to haunt he and his friends.

WARNING | Graphic descriptions, mentions of death, ghost children, witchcraft, grsphic nightmares, arson, lost memories

MORE | Based on the childrens novel & Henry Selick film Coraline

Before i go any further i want it to be known i am in no way claiming Coraline as my own. I wrote a concept for a part 2 or spinoff long ago and I just felt that it was time to finally put it to use. I do not own Ateez or any Coraline named Characters in this story but the Storyline is indeed a self made one.

The entire day consisted of unpacking from the moment the sun began to rise to the minute twelve of midnight hit and the moon began to rise. Upon finishing up with the unpacking Seonghwa found himself sitting near a familiar bay window he once sat at as a child. He had been sitting there thirty minutes now trying to wrack his brain to think up any proper memories of his time there, even if it were to be one successful remembrance he tried hard. Breaking him from his thoughts there was a sudden knock at his bedroom door, breaking his gaze away from the window his dark orbs landed on none other than yunho.

"The last of the boxes are unpacked and mingi and jomgho have finally finished arguing over who gets the room down the hall.'' he chuckles as he enters seonghwas space and looks around.

"And how did that end?" seonghwa spoke up as he stood from his spot at the bay window

"It's Jongho, what do you think? One finger flick and Mingi would have been done for.'' The two laughed as Yunho took a seat on Hwas bed.

"I assume this is the room you would frequent whenever you'd visit? You were quick to enter this one when we first began to look around." Yunho eyed Hwa curiously as he moved about the space

"Honestly dude I don't really know, it just felt right to be in this one..for some reason it seems like im a stranger here, no matter how familiar it feels i can't seem to attain one memory of the past since we arrived here.'' he sighs as if having given up on trying to remember a thing.

"Maybe you just need time to adjust again after all it has been thirteen years. Maybe sometime tomorrow when we're fully settled in you can look around for some old photo books or something.'' Yunho assures him as he gets up from the bed

"Yeah you're right I should just give myself time to readjust.'' Yunho gives him a pat on the back as the two exit the room and make their way down the hallway. As the two made their way downstairs they could hear mingis loud voice complaining about the lack of food in the kitchen, followed by Jongho yelling and calling him a dumbass reminding him that they had literally just moved in hours ago. As if on cue the doorbell rang and to Seonghwas surprise an unfamiliar blondie stood on the other side of the door.

"Ah can we help you?'' Hwa asks the boy, quite confused at the sudden meeting of the handsome stranger.

"Ah are you seonghwa? Hongjoong said that you guys might be hungry so he asked me to cook something, he would have brought something by himself but something came up at his work so he didn't exactly have the time.'' The blonde male seemed to glance around the home curiously, slightly in awe as his eyes were finally taking in details of the interior rather than just the exterior.

"Ah, sorry about that come in, um your name is what by the way?'' Seonghwa asks as he steps aside and pulls the door open, allowing Hongjoongs friend to enter his home.

"Oh right Yeosang kang yeosang, i live in the house a few miles from here, the one on the hill that you can kinda see when youre making your way here down the dirt road.'' The man's curious eyes seemed to take in as many details of the home as he could, only stopping when Mingi poked his head out of the kitchen doorway and cried out thanks to the gods as his eyes landed on the food in his hand.

As the four of them filled their stomachs accompanied by the man they now knew, Yeosang Seonghwa finally addressed the boy's curiosity he seemed to have for the place.

"You seem interested in this place..I could always give you a tour if you'd like. I mean a friend of hongjoong is a friend of mine.'' he spoke leaning against the counter beside the blondie.

"I wouldn't let San hear you say that, you surely wouldn't be getting rid of him if he heard those words.'' Yeosang responds with a chuckle before looking over at seonghwa whose brows furrowed slightly at the mention of the unfamiliar 'San'.

"Ah right you haven't met San, i'm sure the two of you will cross paths eventually, anyways if you wouldnt mind please do show me around this place that fascinates me.'' Yeosangs eyes sparkled in delight at the mention of a tour. The mansion that had held so many secrets, the mansion his grandfather had warned him to stay away from, he found fascinating.

As the two walked the halls Seonghwa couldn't help but bring up what Yeosang had said back in the kitchen, about the old manor being fascinating to him.

"Hey if you don't mind me asking, back there in the kitchen you said the place fascinated you what exactly did you mean by that?'' Seonghwa asks expectantly, though Yeosang seemed taken aback at the question he didn't look at him as he answered.

"I've heard stories about this place from my grandfather, Though you haven't met San or wooyoung their aunts have told them lots about what they know of th place too. There were also many rumors going around as to why you left. My grandfather would always speak of voices from the walls or the sight of little children no one had ever seen before running through the woods behind the manor. He always told me to stay away from this place but the fascination only grew the more he told me. There was this thing he'd always say and of course I never understood. I always thought he was quite insane. 'The mice whisper at night, they tell me secrets of the woman that lives there, she doesn't seem to be very nice' he'd always say.''

"Mice? Your grandfather wouldn't happen to be the old man that was obsessed with the idea of having his own mice circus? Um Mr. luwensky?'' Seonghwa asked a little unsure of the name he provided in all honesty, he wasn't even sure if the old mice man he suddenly remembered was even a real person.

Yeosangs eyes widened at the mention of his grandfather, even if he had gotten the name wrong the fact that Seonghwa actually knew of his grandfather only strengthened yeosangs curiosity of the place. "Bobinsky , He said he had known the kid that lived here but i didn't think he was being honest when half of the things he said involved the 'talking mice'"

"He would get cheese deliveries here on occasion so i have been to his house a few times but i had never known him to have any children or grandchildren, back then i always thought of him to be a weird old man with a mice obsession.'' Seonghwa laughs and shakes his head, a smile decorated his face knowing he was finally able to remember the smallest of memory from his younger days

"Yeah I would only see him occasionally, when my parents died I moved in with him at the age of thirteen. It was an interesting experience to say the least but his influence has definitely sprung curiosity when it came to this old house.'' Yeosang continued to take in the home's details as the two went about.

"You said that he spoke about voices in the walls? And the woman that lived here no being very pleasant what did you mean by that exactly?'' Seonghwa asked curiously they were details of the house that he himself hadn't remembered

"I don't know exactly, which is the entire reason i've always been curious of the place, there were lots of things grandpa would say that i never really understood by the things he spoke about this place were always the most confusing.''

"Ah I see, well that's pretty much it for the tour, some rooms are still locked and we havent really had much time to go through and air out every single room." Seonghwa motions him to follow him back downstairs as they had finally finished up with the manor tour.

"I guess the place is normal after all, another one of grandpa's fantasies i suppose but still it was an honor being allowed into the place." Yeosang thanks Seonghwa once again before saying goodbye to the others.

"Hongjoong said to give you this in case you ever need anything, this has both of our number in case you need it and if you ever need anything he lives in his grandmas old place still, you now know where i am if you ever find yourself needing anything. We'll be by tomorrow just to see how you guys are and maybe go into town if you guys need.'' He bids them all a goodbye before leaving the manor.

That night Seonghwa found himself having an experience he hadn't had since he was thirteen. The night terrors that always sent him running to his parents room, they slowly began to trickle back

He was an outsider looking in, a witness to the hanus and horrid acts of she, the woman that lived many years ago. It was as if she was vapor, the air they breathed. They could not see him but he saw their every move. As he krept closer to the scene to confirm what his eyes had landed upon he found himself passing by a mirror. By quick glance Seonghwa found himself looking at his eleven year old self. Dismissing the image in the mirror he pushed past and moved in closer to the scene. The horrified screams of a child rang through the air as the button eyed woman tied them down and began to sew their mouth shut. Seonghwa opened his mouth to scream in horror but to his demise it was followed by silence. A silent scream for help, a silent plea for the woman to stop yet the harder he tried to scream it seemed the more the woman hurt them. Quicker than Seonghwa could blink the head of the woman as well as the child snapped towards him sending chills down his spine. The absolute terror in his tear filled eyes was prominent. It was as if he was now frozen in place, being stuck there he was forced to look on. He could now see all damage that had been done far before he had arrived upon the scene. The scars, the thread, the blood...the light blue buttons filled as a replacement for the eyes of the child.

"Help me Hwa, don't keep me here" the small boy called out to him before a high pitched shriek rang throughout the room. He then clasped his hands over his ears and screwed his eyes shut. He wanted to forget what he saw, to disappear and that was exactly what He had done disappeared or so he thought.  Seonghwa shot up in his bed, Sweat running down his forehead and tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes as he brought his knees to his chest. The nightmares he had as a child were nothing compared to that one. Back then the night terrors were all the same, ghost children with button eyes,or a woman in black but never anything like this, this one was much worse. Just when he began to tell himself it was just a dream  there was a knock on his door and in came mingi.

"I don't know if you heard that but i refuse to sleep alone, you, Jongho and Yunho downstairs immediately we're sleeping in the family room.'' it was the only thing he said before leaving Seonghwa alone once more to bask in the memory of the dream he had moments prior

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

I've noticed an influx of followers coming from my "Flerkitten Alpine" and "Sam and Carol are Besties Now" posts so I just wanted to introduce myself!

I'm Kestrel or Kes, Im BiAce and use they/them pronouns, and I just turned 25 earlier this month. This is a side blog, and my follows will come from @/the-kestrels-feather.

I'm a Bucky Stan so this blog is gonna be mostly Bucky Brainrot Content (sorry in advance) and my other favorite characters include Captain America (both of them), Thor, Valkyrie, Sylvie (fight me), Loki, and Kate Bishop.

I pretend Endgame doesn't exist for my own mental health (Endgame Steve is not canon it will never be canon and no one can tell me otherwise).

My top 3 MCU D+ shows are WandaVision, Hawkeye, and FATWS/Loki but Only S2 in that order

CATWS will always be the best Marvel movie I will not take criticism, but after that are Black Panther/GOTG 3, and Thor:Ragnarok/The Marvels (I know that's more than 3 but consider i love them)

This is a Marvel blog 99.99% but I occasionally rb Invincible, The Boys, and the very very occasional DC post to this blog. I try to keep them under the tag #not marvel but as long time followers will tell you I'm not the best at remembering to tag so expect 1 or 2 slipping through if you block the tag

As much as I love the MCU I also really fucking hate the MCU and I feel this is the only way to enjoy it, this comes from a friend who has the same view on SW

I routinely make jokes about hunting Kevin Feige for sport or fighting him in a Denny's parking lot so if you're looking for a Kevin Worshipper this ain't the blog for you.

Pretty much all my Marvel knowledge is MCU based, I know a bit about the comics and even have some but I haven't started reading in earnest yet because tbh the sheer volume of them intimidates me. That said I rb a lot of comic panels

I read Bucky x Reader content and reblog it here I do not care what you think about it if you don't want to see it I recommend not following me 🤷🤷

Oh, I'm also a props artisan by trade, I work at a high school in their book room right now, but it's my dream to move to Atlanta and work in theatre and film. My big dream is to work as a props artisan for Marvel! Occasionally I make Marvel-related things and post them here!

This is my favorite thing I've made, it started as a $5 sketchbook that I painted myself!

I think that's everything you need to know about me, but yeah welcome! Happy to have so many new people here! 👋👋

[michaelpardue]

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[thesunshineriptide]

I was thinking, what if while at Y/N's house the boys end up finding the Grimm Brothers/Original stories they're based off. Like the original Snow White or Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson. And Y/N admitting that they were more familiar with those versions than the Disney version was expecting to be skinned alive when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland

I’m so so fucking pumped for this ask because I’m a huge NERD and I know the original stories so well. Fairytales and folk tales and mythology are one of my special interests you cut straight to my heart thank you anon. Also you didn’t specify what universe this is so I’m putting it in the our world au and if you want me to do the other characters I will GLADLY do them I adore these. ++ I will probably do Idia reacting to Greek myths sometime soon but my brain is honestly kinda mush and narrowing down just one myth is a little hard but I’ll get back to it

This Isn’t How Our Story Ends

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia

Warning: the original tales of each story are dark. As such, there will be mentions of mature topics such as death, poisoning, drowning, murder, insanity, and more. Read at your own discretion.

Cw// spoilers for chapters 1-5, swearing, dark topics and themes.

“What’s this?” He had asked innocently, holding up the book in question.

“Huh? Oh, that’s…” Yuu thought of how to explain this, “Well, it’s a story. Kinda. Um…well…”

Hamlet

It’s fairly well known that the story of Hamlet is the origin of The Lion King (although interestingly enough it seems there’s a real life historical parallel with the story of Sundiata Keita) thus Leona and Ruggie’s interests in this particular story may wain. Shakespeare is dreadfully dry at times and best performed live, which means…Movie night! For this particular iteration I would recommend watching a live taping rather than a film adaptation because otherwise you just miss out on like, half the important shit. Also if you haven’t read or seen hamlet there’s a lovely novelized adaptation that actually adds MORE content and makes it very fun

Leona sat back as he watched the actors take the final bow. Ruggie was nervously sitting beside him, shifting from side to side like he couldn’t quite get comfortable.

“They all died?”

“Yep.” Yuu responded dispassionately.

“And the uncle…” Leona started, eyes looking over everything in the room except Yuu and Ruggie, “In the, uh…”

“That’s the king of beasts, in your world.” They said, “It’s…yeah.”

“He killed for the throne?” Ruggie asked, somewhat surprised.

“I mean, Leona tried to kill Malleus for a game, I’m not sure why you’re surprised.”

“I wasn’t gonna kill ‘im.” Leona grumbled, “Just put him out of commission for a while. Not tryina start a war or anything…”

“Okay, you attempted to maybe kill him.”

“That’s not- whatever.” He sighed, “So, I’m the uncle. Is Ruggie the guy who got stabbed? The…sheriff? Or whatever?”

“I guess in this analogy, yes.”

“Gross.” Ruggie wrinkled his nose, “I’d rather be the girl.”

“Ophelia?”

“Is that the one that drowned?”

“Yes?” Yuu worried.

“Yeah, her. Anything to get away from this analogy.”

Leona snickered and ruffled Ruggie’s hair, earning him a harsh smack to the forearm which he ignored.

“Did the king of beasts have his own sheriff? According to your world?”

“Uh, he had the hyenas. And Zazu, I guess, but none were exactly loyal.”

“Did the king of beasts kill his nephew?” Ruggie blurted out.

“Nah, but he tried. Instead, the nephew killed him.”

Leona wrinkled his nose, joking in a deadpan tone, “Guess it’s time to off the little furball back home.” When neither Yuu nor Ruggie laughed, he frowned, “You know I’m joking, right? I wouldn’t kill my nephew.”

“You tried to kill me.” Ruggie said.

“And me.” Yuu agreed.

“That was ONE TIME-“

The Little Mermaid

Fun facts the little mermaid was written by Hans Christian Andersen and depending on the historical lens you like to apply was maybe gay. Also, the sea witch doesn’t have a name and doesn’t have eels which means Azul and the twins will be sorely disappointed. Anyway the original story is an angst fest because Hans was an emo at his core and the princess dies at the end

Azul stared at the pages of the book as he slowly closed it. He adjusted his glasses, looking to the twins as he finished. The two looked sick, wearing grim expressions. Floyd stared to his shoes while Jade looked to Azul.

The Octavinelle dorm leader cleared his throat, then took a sip of his water. After a few moments, he turned to Yuu.

“This was a deeply unpleasant experience.”

Yuu snorted a little and nodded, “Fair enough. It’s honestly what I thought was gonna happen to me when I made that deal with you.”

All three of them looked shocked and stared at Yuu like they’d grown three heads.

“Yuu…” Jade started tentatively.

“You know turning to sea foam is like, the worst punishment you can get in the Coral Sea, right?” Floyd cut in, eyes blunt.

Yuu’s expression dropped. They turned and checked each of the trio to see if they were joking and…no, no that’s real.

“What?”

Jade stared at them in deep contemplation, before piping up, “I suppose you wouldn’t know that, it isn’t something the kingdom advertises, per say…”

“But it’s something almost every merman knows.” Azul finished, “This version of the sea witch is…cruel. Unusually so, to sentence a mermaid to that hell.”

“And a princess, nonetheless.” Jade agreed, “Incredibly vile.”

“‘M real glad that’s now our real history. Just somethin the land folk made up, although it’s still rude.” Floyd said, taking the book, “It’s a real stupid deal anyway, the sea witch didn’t even get anything from that. And she didn’t even have any eels!”

“Maybe it was a different sea witch? I dunno man, it’s honestly kinda what I thought I’d be in for.”

“Is that why you were so fearful when we intervened with your proceedings?” Jade asked, looking somewhat amused, “Prefect, we wouldn’t be that cruel.”

“I mean, we could.” Floyd leaned in, teeth sparkling white as the sun shone off them. He could have given a lens flare. “But we like you, so we won’t.”

“We couldn’t be that cruel.” Azul said firmly, “The fate of becoming sea foam is certainly no joke. We wouldn’t dream of it.”

Yuu was a bit flushed in their embarrassment, turning away to mumble something.

“What was that?” Azul hummed

“I said I feel stupid.”

“Sorry, one more time, I couldn’t hear you.” Jade grinned, leaning in closer.

“I Said,” they turned toward the trio, “That now I feel stupid.”

The three just smirked smugly back and Yuu felt like maybe they wished they’d turned to sea foam (not really)

1001 Arabian Nights

The original story of Aladdin and his magic lamp was honestly very different from the Disney film. Beyond some basic plot points (princess in a castle being in love with a street boy, a genie, etc) the story is virtually different. The main apparent thing being that there’s not one, but TWO genies, and the evil schemer is a wizard pretending to be Aladdin’s uncle, not a vizier taking advantage of the king. On the whole, I think Jamil and Kalim would be interested but wholly unimpressed. Oh, also a lot of murder.

Jamil hummed as he looked at the last page, tilting his head to the side as he thought.

“Aladdin doesn’t…seem like a good person.” Kalim said, staring at the book Jamil was holding. “He just…killed someone?”

“Granted, it was to save the princess,” Jamil began, looking to Kalim for only a moment. He gazed back down, “I can understand something like that. However…”

“There’s a lot of…slavery in this story.” Kalim finished, messing with his fingers, “I don’t like that.”

“The Asim Family-“

“I would never want you to do something you don’t want to.” Kalim said solemnly.

Jamil went silent, looking out the window. He tapped his finger against the edge of the book, lost in thought. “I still do, though. There are plenty of things I do for you that I don’t like.”

There was a silence as Yuu looked between them. Kalim looked hurt, and ashamed. Jamil looked…carefully put together. But deeply uncomfortable.

Yuu cautiously reached forward, taking the book from Jamil, who didn’t acknowledge it but did allow them to take it.

“I’m quite interested in this Roc bird that’s mentioned,” Jamil said suddenly, “It is to be the master of all genies?”

“Maybe it commands Azul.” Yuu joked, thinking back to Jamil’s words just before he’d overblotted.

Jamil glowered in return, but this did earn a laugh from Kalim.

The vice housewarden turned to contemplate the coffee table rather deeply, then murmured, “This tale does ring similar to our history, but rather different. It’s…odd. Like they were cut from the same cloth.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a story. Nobody really got hurt.” They assured when Kalim looked momentarily uncomfortable again.

Snow White

The Grimm telling of Snow White is also fairly similar to the Disney telling, with the exception of the Evil Queen being WAY more persistent in the murder thing. She attempts to kill Snow three times. The first by cinching her corset so tight that she passed out, but it was unable to kill her. She tries again by gifting her a poisoned hair comb, which again fails to kill her. The third time, the poisoned apple, is the charm. She bites the apple, goes into a coma, glass coffin blah blah blah. Prince finds her coffin, decides she’s a real babe and takes her and the coffin home with him. On the journey back, one of the prince’s servants trips and knocks the coffin into something, which somehow manages to dislodge the piece of apple in the princess’s throat and bring her back to life. Yay! Then she tries to kill her again, fails, and is punished to dance in red hot slippers until she dies. Yay…?

Vil and Rook sat on opposite sides of the couch. Rook was staring pointedly at the wall while Vil was staring directly at the hunter.

“It’s quite interesting-“

“Not a word out of you.” Vil cut him off, turning his attention to his nails instead.

Yuu sat across from them, snapping the book shut to put it away, “Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.”

“You think?”

Rook looked like he wanted to say something, a finger up as though he were conducting an invisible choir.

“Rook Hunt. Keep your mouth shut, you fucking traitor.”

“You said you wished for me to be true in my heart!” He defended.

Yuu took this as the moment to leave the room, clutching the book close,

“Spudling, where are you going? Come back here.”

Yuu squeaked nervously before coming back to stand in front of him, a sheepish smile on their face, “Hmm?”

Vil looked them up and down, before leaning forward to straighten Yuu’s clothes, “Spudling, is this why you were so nervous when Trappola and Spade ate that apple tart?”

“I honestly kinda thought you killed them.” Yuu admitted with a titter.

Vil’s eyebrows shot up as he glanced to make eye contact with them, “Do you think I’m so cruel?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” They said honestly, hands reaching to stop Vil’s from moving, “All I knew was that Rook calls you the king of poisons, and my friends suddenly collapsed after eating apples. Two and two together lead to poisoning.”

Rook began to laugh loudly, then coughed to cover it and continued to not look at Vil.

Vil frowned, “I would never kill anyone, Spudling-“

“Except Neige.”

“NEIGE KNOWS WHAT HE FUCKING DID-“

Sleeping Beauty

Honestly this one is too graphic for me to explain in detail but let’s just say that the prince is even worse in this one than in the Disney version. Consent isn’t even a question for him he does not care. Also the cure in this version was kind of similar to snow white’s, in which a fragment of the spindle is stuck in Briar Rose’s finger and once it is dislodged she’s freed from the curse. Seriously though, wouldn’t recommend looking this one up to anyone who’s faint of heart. It’s seriously gross.

Malleus and Lilia don’t seem to surprised as you finish the tale. In fact, they don’t even bother to keep talking about it, and it’s totally not because the author of this doesn’t want to get into how absolutely disgusting it is that the 100 year old 16 year old has two kids that she definitely didn’t want, or how fucking gross the prince is to do what he did, it’s because they’re old as fuck and already kinda knew.

Lilia just goes back to setting your kitchen on fire while Malleus decides he’s going to read every other fairy story except this one because this one sucked and his grandma didn’t even turn into a dragon :/

Alice in Wonderland

Strictly speaking, the 1950’s animated film of Alice in Wonderland is not all that different from its inspiration. Most story beats are faithful to the original, with the exception of tweedle dee and tweedle dum, which actually appear in the sequel Alice through the looking glass. It appears that within Twisted Wonderland’s universe, while there is some misinterpretation of the Queen of Hearts herself, the information given in the film is well known based off of the comments given in the ‘chats’ with each character. It is unknown whether the Tim burton films have any bearing on twisted wonderland’s history, though based off of Riddle’s design and character it appears it may have been a source of inspiration at the least. All of this is to say that none of this particular story would be much of a surprise to any of the characters, as for them it’s very grounded in reality. This isn’t to say there wouldn’t be a surprise, though….

Riddle had been quietly sitting on the couch reading a book for about an hour now. It seemed as though he was nearing the end, and he looked both confused and enraptured by it.

“What’s that?” Yuu asked.

Riddle looked up, and with a carefully crafted blank face he held up the book so they could read the cover.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

“Ah,” Yuu said nervously, “Good read?”

Riddle tilted his head, “You never told me there were stories of twisted wonderland in your world.”

“That’s cause it’s not twisted wonderland.” Yuu defended, “That’s just regular wonderland.”

“The difference being?” Riddle asked, tone taking on a biting edge.

“It isn’t twisted?” They tried, shrugging, “I didn’t think it would interest you, honestly. It’s a lot of the same stuff as history class.”

Trey took this EXACT moment to walk into the room. He took one look at Riddle’s twitching eyebrow and realized that, oh shit, time to intervene. “What’s going on here?” He asked tentatively.

“This- ah…” Riddle took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, “This world has stories of Wonderland. Yuu neglected to mention this, in my opinion, rather imperative information.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a children’s story. What could be so important?”

“Perhaps the fact that someone travels to and from Wonderland?” Riddle bit back, “Or perhaps that if your world has information on ours, then it isn’t fiction?”

Yuu blanched for a moment before calming themself. “Riddle,” they began, frowning, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that. But I have a very…different look on it.”

Riddle raised an eyebrow, urging Yuu to continue. Trey in the midst of this sat down beside Riddle, taking the book from him.

“This was written by someone named Charles Dodgeson, also known as Lewis Carroll. He wrote this for a trio of girls he used to tutor and babysit.” Yuu began, sitting down on the coffee table in front of Riddle and Trey. “He would often take them on canoe rides and tell them stories, making it up as he went along. He favored one particular girl, named Alice Liddell, and favored to write the story about her.”

Riddle looked unimpressed and confused at the same time, “But-“

“Riddle.” Trey said softly, “Let them continue.”

“Dodgeson was eventually fired by the Liddell family due to what was described as a ‘family affair’, the nature of which was never known. After that, for a bit of money he printed the story and sold it, then made wrote a sequel called ‘through the looking glass’.”

Riddle and Trey sat in silence before Riddle piped up, “Through the Looking Glass?”

“Mhmm.” Yuu said, “Alice returns to wonderland after walking through an enchanted looking glass. The rest of the adventure is similar to the first, changing from moment to moment.”

Riddle stared, fists curled in a ball and shaking. “So there’s a way home?”

Yuu looked surprised, “N-no, Riddle, it’s just a stor-“

“IT’S NOT JUST A STORY!” He cried, “It has to be real, you see that don’t you? You got to our world through a mirror, we got stuck here through one too. So there’s got to be another way back! Alice- Alice is real. She had to have gone….” He began to settle down, eyes filling with unshod tears.

Trey looked between Yuu and Riddle, “He’s right. It…would make sense. And…that’s a pen name, isn’t it? How do we know Alice didn’t write that?”

Yuu looked lost, staring down at the sobbing Riddle, who was murmuring various incoherent thoughts all in a long string.

“I’m so, so sorry…” Yuu said quietly, “We…I didn’t….I’m sorry. We can look, okay? I’ll do some research. We’ll get you home…”

[katebshope]

Notting Hill (HAILEE STEINFELD X FEM!READER)

hello, this is my 1st fanfiction about Hailee. I'll try my best to give to you a great reading. Im not used to write character x reader, but i'll give a try since i read these one a lot.

I decided to write this one after a lot of thinking and because i saw the post of @kates-abs-slay talking about the fics about hailee x reader being scarce. so this first chapter is special to them <3

Sinopse: Y/N owns a bookstore in Notting Hill, London, and when the famous actress Hailee Steinfeld walks into her shop to buy a book, her world is turned upside down.

CHAPTER ONE – Words: 1.246

based on the filme Notting Hill (1999)

warnings: none in this chapter; (I have ADHD and Dyslexia, and english is not my first language, so maybe you'll see some mistakes.)

Chapter One

Y/N opens the door from her house and sees the loud street with people and cars all around. "New morning", she thinks as starts to walk through the street, in just a few steps she would be at her store, the thing she loved the most.

"Of course, I've seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous -- but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here -- Notting Hill -- not a bad place to be..." Y/N heard two mature men talking, while walking throught the street.

A bell ring right up head.

"I'll call you later mom", Y/N see her best friend hanging up on their phone.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, you know how Ms. Martin is, always asking how the store is going....""

Y/N agrees with just a nod, putting her bag on the top of the balcony, not realy paying atenttion to her friend words.

"... should I get you cup of coffee? a capuccino?"

"Coffee would be nice, thanks"

Y/N is looking some papers when she heards the bell ring one more time.

"Wow, that was fast... - Y/N turn her attention to the door and get surprised - oh, welcome! Can I help you?"

"No, thanks. I'll just look around." said the brunnett who just entered the store.

Y/N couldn't help but follow every step the girl was taken in her store, somehow she seems familiar. The girl was a bit tall, had a long brown hair, and her eyes... well she couldn't see them because the mysterious girls was wearing sunglasses.

The bell on the door ring for the third time, and her friend entered with her cup of coffee, followed up by a costumer. Her friend didn't notice the girl on the store until they gave Y/N order.

Y/N's friend reaction was weird and funny, she mummured something that she couldn't understand and went right to the employeer's room.

Y/N saw the brunette wanders over to a shelf and pick up out a red book.

"That book's really not good -- just in case, you know, browsing turned to buying. You'd be wasting your money." Y/N said

"Really?"

"Yes. This one though is... very good. – Y/N picks up a book on the counter. – I think the man who wrote it has actually been to Turkey, which helps. There's also a very amusing incident with a kebab."

Y/N suddenly spies something odd on the small TV monitor behind the brunette.

"Excuse me a moment, please" –

Y/N said before walks to a bookcase in the back of the shop. She didn't notice, but the eyes of the bruntte followed her steps.

"Excuse me."

"Yes."

Answered a tall man with a low voice.

"I have bad news."

"What?"

"It's the 21 century we've got a security camera in everyplace at this store."

"So?"

"So, I saw you put that book in your pants."

"What book?"

"The one down in your pants"

Y/N was having fun with that, it's one of the joys in working, and own, a bookstore, get a thief when they don't wait for it.

"I haven't got a book in my pants."

"Right -- well, then we have an impasse in here. I tell you what -- I'll call the police -- and, what can I say? -- If I'm wrong about the whole book-in-your-pants scenario, I really apologize."

"Okay -- what if I did have a book in my pants?"

"Well, ideally, when I went back to the balcony, you'd remove the Cadogan guide to Bali from your pants, and either wipe it and put it back, or buy it.""

Y/N smiled, having fun with the poor man that didn't know how to hide himself, and a book. She walked directly to the balcony, the brunette was right in the corner with a blue book, waiting for her.

"Sorry abou that..."

"No, that's fine. I was going to steal one myself but now I've changed my mind."

Y/N smiled at the slightest joke made by her customer. She liked her sense of humor. And suddenly the thief was right there beside them.

"Excuse me Ms. Steinfeld can I have your autograph?"

That's it! That's why the brunette seemed so familiar, she was Hailee Steinfeld, and Y/N had watch a film starring her a few weeks back. The filme was still in theater.

"Sure, what's your name?"

She seemed to having fun with this.

"Rufus."

She signs his scruffy piece of paper and he was trying to read.

"What does it say?"

"Well, that's the signature -- and above, it says 'Dear Rufus -- you belong in jail."

"Nice one. Would you like my phone number?"

"Tempting but... no, thank you."

Y/N laughed but hide it right after. That girl was something else. She saw the thief, known as Rufus, leaving the store.

"I think I will try this one."

The brunette said handing Y/N a blue book and a note of $50. Now her sunglasses was on the top of her head and Y/N could see those beautiful and breath taken brown eyes. For a moment, she felt she couldn't speak on move.

The bell ring one more time, announce that the brown eyes girl left the store.

"Where's my coffee?" Y/N whispered

"Beside the computer, but I think it's already cold" –

Y/N friends answered entering the common area again.

"I don't think you'll believe who was just in here." –

Y/N said taking her coffee and drinking a sip. Ugh, it was cold.

"Hailee Steinfeld... I said it to you when i brought your coffee Y/N!""

"Oooh, that's what you're saying!"

Y/N smiled, feeling stupid for a few seconds.

"What is she doing here?" – she continued

"Well, twitter says she's filming a new film here in England"

"Another? But there's one with her in the theater right now..."

"She's an actor Y/N, I believe that's what she do" –

Her friend laughed.

"Yeah, yeah... she seems to work a lot" –

Y/N takes another sip of coffee

"Ugh, this is awful. Im going to buy another one" –

She takes her jacket and went to the door. The bell ring one more time.

Y/N was walking fast in the sidewalk, her mind remebering those amazing brown eyes she looked right into, when out of the blue she bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" – they said together, automatically

When Y/N paid attention she was right in front of Hailee Steinfeld, her shirt was all wet and you could see a litte bit of her bra due to the juice that was spilled when they bumped into each other.

"Here, let me help" –

Y/N said taking off her jacket and giving to Hailee.

"Thanks"

"Listening – Ms. Steinfeld, huh, I live just over the street, I can help you, maybe you can wear one of mine t-shirt or – even taking a shower"

"Don't call me that" – She said simply

"Huh?"

"Ms Steinfeld – don't call me that. Ms Steinfeld is my mom, I'm Hailee – and how close is your house? I cannot go like that to an interview, my agent will kill me"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Hailee – you see that blue building across the street?"

"Yes"

"It's right there, I live there"

Hailee looked to Y/N, grabbed her things and started walk directly to the bulding. Y/N followed her thinking that this day was getting too weird.

[watchmegetobsessed]

WILDEST FANTASIES (part 14)

⚫️A/N: thank you so much for all the messages, comments and everything on the last two parts, i was BLOWN AWAY how much you guys love the story and im so happy the plot twist had the effect i imagines! it's been such a dream and ihope i never wake up from it💜

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.2k

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Harry thought about telling someone about the book, but he kept it all to himself. He didn’t tell anyone, not even Denise when she came into his office later and found out that Harry finished absolutely nothing all morning because he was reading the mysterious book he got. He turned into a hot mess and no one knew why.

Going back home he shoves the book under his mattress as if anyone is going to look around his room, he feels like a teenager hiding a Playboy issue he spent all his money on, when in reality it’s just a book.

A book his ex wrote about him.

Harry devours the whole book by the time Niall gets home in the evening so he finally knows everything you wrote into the story. He grabs a notebook and a pen and starts to gather his thoughts, feeling like if he didn’t write them down it would all get too messy in his head. And this is everything he lists:

One, you wrote a book that’s based on the love you shared years ago. The story follows mostly the real life events that happened between the two of you up until the point he broke up with you that one night in your apartment. It doesn’t happen in your book, instead, the two of you go after Nina, find some dirt on her and turn the tables right at her, you finish your degree and move in with him at the end, getting the happy ending you never got to see. In the midst of the shock and excitement, he doesn't even realize how you wrote about Nina as if you knew what happened. It completely flies over his head.

Two, you changed his name to Harris Edwards. Not too creative, he thinks, way too close to his real name for his liking, you even turned his middle name into a last name, but at least you took the effort to not out him straight up. You changed your name as well just as everyone else’s, you even wrote Niall into the story too, Harry could point out who your characters were made after easily.

Three, your writing is amazing. He always knew you were good and despite the circumstances he has read it under, he can’t deny that you deserve to be a published author. He is proud of you for the hard work you must have put into it, especially after the way things ended between the two of you. It must have been such an emotional challenge to write it when the real story ended so sadly.

Four, the book is very spicy. Contains a lot of the actual things you did in the bedroom and it took him right down memory lane, memories resurfaced he’s been trying so hard to keep buried deep inside him. You wrote it all so well, he thought he went back in time and relived everything for the second time.

By the time he finishes the book he knows he’ll find you, though he has no idea how he will execute it and how it will go down. He just knows he needs to see you. If not for anything else, he has to find out if it was you who sent him the book or someone else is messing with him, but if not you, then who?

Niall invites Harry to watch a movie together to wind down after a long day and he joins him on the couch, but he can barely process what the film is about. All he can think about is possibly seeing you again on Friday.

Just about 24 hours ago he was determined to forget and move on, he wanted to gain back control over his life and leave the pain and hurt behind, but then the book showed up and now he took a 180 and you’re on his mind every waking moment.

“Are you feeling alright?” Niall snaps him out of his thoughts and Harry realizes the end credits are rolling and he has no idea what happened in the two hours long movie they just watched.

“What? Oh, yeah, what do you mean?” Harry clears his throat, busying himself with grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and he heads into the kitchen to wash it, Niall following him right behind.

“You were zoned out the whole time. Hard day?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Or maybe something happened?” he investigates, knowing his friend well enough that there must be something else behind his behavior.

Harry hesitates, standing with his back facing Niall so he can’t see the uncertainty on his face. He thinks about telling him about the book and his plans of seeing Y/N, but then he decides to keep it all to himself.

“Nothing happened. I’m just tired,” he answers and Niall waits a few heartbeats before accepting his words.

“Alright. Just know that I’m here if you want to talk about anything. I mean I’m not a therapist but I’ve heard that I’m a good listener.”

“Thanks,” Harry chuckles.

Harry waits until he hears Niall closing his bedroom door as if his friend could barge into his room any moment when in reality Niall doesn’t even come close to his door, he respects Harry’s privacy fully. Then he pulls out the book and starts reading it again, a rush of adrenaline and deep nostalgia washing over him as he relives his most precious memories with you through your story. He stays up late just to get to the part where he confesses his love for you, an evening he still thinks about every day, often wishing he could go back in time and just stay in that moment forever. Have you in his arms as you danced, he still remembers the scent of your perfume, the way you looked at him when said those three words. He can still feel the panic that took over him when you didn’t answer right away and he thought it was too soon.

But then you said you loved him and he could fly right in that moment, because he had everything he wished for in life.

That was the last time he felt truly happy. It’s just been pain and misery since then, even when he was with Joanna. Because secretly he was still aching to be with you.

He falls asleep with the book in hands and when his alarm goes off in the morning he feels like a truck just ran him over. It takes him several minutes to blink his dreams away that were obviously about you, he turns the alarm off and grabs the book from his chest, closing it and taking a few seconds to just stare up at the ceiling.

He is so fucked. But at this point he knows he needs to see you.

He takes Friday off, knowing well he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything all day. Denise takes over the meeting he was supposed to have so Harry can stay at home and mentally prepare for the signing.

He is a total wreck all morning, just keeps pacing around, checking the article about the signing every 30 minutes to see if it didn’t get canceled and he changes his mind about going there every five minutes.

Part of him knows that if he wants to move on, he can’t go there. Seeing you would set him back to the start and though he hasn’t made much progress since parting ways with you, he would definitely go back to zero the moment he lays eyes on you.

But another part of him is telling him that it’s a sign. That the universe wants him to meet you again and he tries to convince himself it could even serve as a closure he never got. Maybe you won’t scream at him to leave, maybe you’ll have an actual conversation with him and he gets to tell you the truth he had to keep from you three years ago.

He gets dressed and leaves way too early, but he just can’t stay home another minute, he’s way too restless and anxious. He keeps his shaking hands tucked into his pockets as he takes the subway to the bookstore that’s gonna hold the signing.

He arrives thirty minutes before the article said the doors would open for the fans and guests. When he sees the store as he takes the corner, his heart skips a beat because it’s the closest he’s been to you in what feels like forever.

Are you already there? Or maybe you haven’t arrived yet. What is he gonna say? Will you throw him out?

In the middle of his countless panic attacks throughout the day he forgot to actually figure out what he wants to tell you when you’re face to face with him again.

That he still loves you, the tiny voice in the back of his mind screams, but he is quick to push it down. He can’t tell you that after not seeing you for three years.

He is lingering on the street a few buildings away from the store, slowly creeping closer as he builds up his courage, the book hidden in his bag, practically burning by his side and for a moment he feels like he is actually having a heart attack. When he is standing in front of the bakery that’s next door to the bookshop, he is trying to calm down his breathing when it finally happens.

He wasn’t paying attention to the people coming and going so he missed when you appeared in front of the shop and when he sees you, he completely freezes and you take his breath away.

You got even more gorgeous if that’s possible. Wearing a pair of nude heels, your body is wrapped in a tight black dress with a green coat thrown over your shoulders, your hair in a stylish blowout, you look so elegant and bright, it’s evident it’s you, but you also seem like a whole different person.

You have your purse in one hand and your phone in the other, it seems like you’re looking for someone and for a split second Harry thinks that you’re trying to find him. He is about to take a step towards you and wave to catch your eyes, but then a whole different scene unwraps in front of his eyes that leaves him shattered.

A little girl runs up to you, not older than two, Harry thinks, she is wearing a little pink dress and a white coat, giggling sweetly as she holds her hands out to you. When you see her, you squat down and catch the toddler just in time for her to crash into your arms. You’re all smiles as you take her into your arms and stand up, the girl holding onto your neck with so much trust.

Harry’s mouth goes dry as the possibilities run through his mind. Is that your daughter? There’s a good chance, she looks small enough to be born after you broke up, but with the length of the pregnancy it had to happen not long after it. Did you move on that fast? Maybe you were already dating someone else when Harry saw you at your graduation, maybe you were even pregnant… Or what if it’s his child? The thought crosses his mind and he is just about to faint, but before he could continue his train of thoughts, another person enters the scene he is witnessing.

A tall, dark haired guy walks up to you with a wide grin and Harry feels his stomach drop before he even reaches you. His hand slides to the small of your back as he leans in and kisses you, the little girl clapping at the intimate moment and Harry is seconds away from fainting.

He has no doubt that’s your daughter and that guy is at least your boyfriend if not your husband. He suddenly regrets coming here, how could he even think for a minute that you’re just as miserable without him as he is without you? You moved on and found your happiness without him.

The man takes the girl from your arms and heads into the shop and you’re just about to go after them when you finally see Harry standing only a few feet away from you. Your eyes meet and Harry sees the sheer shock that takes over your whole existence as you stare at him.

Harry takes a few steps towards you, he has no idea what’s controlling him right now as he exhales sharply.

“Y/N, hey,” he breathes out, still unsure what your reaction will be, he is standing now in an arm’s distance from you, he could touch you if he reached out, but he keeps his hands by his side. He can’t read anything from your eyes and he wonders if it’s because you’ve grown into a person he doesn’t know anymore.

And then you finally speak up.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

EARLIER THIS MORNING

You feel like a total creep sitting in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching Derek sleeping peacefully in bed as the morning Sun starts to peek from behind the horizon. Another sleepless night, being up before the Sun because you’d rather lose sleep than let your mind wander to a place you don’t want to see in your dreams. You can’t really remember the last time you had a good night sleep.

Today is a big day, it’s your first ever book signing and you’ve been so excited all week, but also afraid that no one would show up even with the sale numbers your agent sent you after the book hit the stores on and offline.

It still feels so unreal that you have your book published. You’re an author now. A published author.

Standing from the armchair you let your boyfriend sleep some more as you head into the bathroom to freshen up and wash away all your doubts about today. It’s bittersweet, because you’re proud of what you’ve accomplished, but the art you created will always remind you of a time in your life you still hold so much grudge over, even years later.

You stand in the spacious walk-in shower and let the water stream down on your face and hair, the steam fogging up the glass and you close your eyes, imagining a version of this day that’s completely different, another, parallel universe.

In that universe you never meet Derek. You don’t need to meet him, because you’re with someone else, a man you once loved, or at least you thought you loved. In that universe you’d wake up tangled in the sheets, tattooed arms wrapped around you as Harry would kiss the back of your neck, calling you sweet names, making sure you’re as happy in the morning as possible.

You’d have a shower together, then have breakfast and you’d part ways with the promise of meeting up before the signing. Because he would be your biggest fan and the first person in line to get his copy signed, the copy he insisted on buying, because he didn’t want one for free, he wanted to pay for it. You’d have dinner together after the signing to celebrate you and then have some wild and passionate sex in the home you’ve been sharing for a while now.

But this universe is not your universe. You haven’t seen Harry in three years, since the day he walked out of your life and you definitely don’t intend to see him again either.

However even after all these years, you still can’t help but think about the life you’d have had with him.

You let out a shaky breath and finish your shower, pushing your thoughts about Harry to the back of your mind. When you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Derek is already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, typing on his phone.

You met him through a colleague from the marketing company you still work for, because you don’t aspire to make a career as an author, you doubt you’ll ever publish anything else and you love your job as a statistician, the job you wanted all along. The two of you were set up on a blind date and it started off smoothly, felt right and exactly like a healthy relationship. You moved in together six months ago and just last week you found a ring box hidden in the bag he keeps his tools. You just wanted to fix one of the cupboards in the kitchen and needed a screwdriver, Derek was away visiting his sister and he rightfully thought it was a good hiding spot for the ring.

But you didn’t quite react the way one would expect upon the discovery that your boyfriend is planning to propose to you. Your instinct told you to run and panic washed over you. But then you took some time and put the ring back to where you found it, needing time to think everything through. Derek returned the next day and you pretended like nothing happened, but it’s been eating you alive from the inside.

With each passing day you realize more and more that you don’t want to marry him and it scares you. It scares you to death, because he is the best thing that could happen to you after the pain you went through, yet you still can’t get yourself to accept and love him the way he deserves.

“Hey babe, good morning,” he smiles when he sees you, a bright smile on his face as he stands from the bed and stepping closer he kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Morning, hope I didn’t wake you up,” you say, walking over to the dresser to get yourself a pair of clean panties and a bra.

“No, I had an alarm set. Have to be in the office early so I can make it this afternoon.”

“Oh!” you breathe out. See, this is what a good boyfriend does, he reschedules his day to be there to support you. Yet you feel no thrill hearing his words.

Something must be wrong with you.

Derek takes the bathroom and you start brewing your morning coffee while getting dressed. You’re taking just a half day today, your boss is very supportive of your book luckily, she just wanted a signed copy in exchange and she said yes to letting you go this afternoon.

You have a quick breakfast together with Derek, it’s nice and sweet, perfectly balanced, he kisses you goodbye before leaving and yet you still feel empty inside when you’re left alone in the apartment you are sharing with the man you’re supposed to love.

Work keeps you busy in the noon, it takes your mind off of everything that’s been bugging you, no surprise it’s been your coping mechanism the past few years. Every time you felt like the clouds were gathering above you, you simply jumped into working yourself to the fullest until you felt like you could deal with your problems.

“What are you still doing here?”

Your boss, Kelly appears in your office’s door, snapping you out of the zone where you went while doing your latest report.

“Oh, just finishing this up quickly so I can send it over to the graphics team,” you sigh, still typing away on your computer as you speak, handling the immense amount of data.

“Nope, you are not finishing anything, you’ve been off the clock for an hour!” she walks in and ruthlessly shuts your laptop down as you pull your hands back in surrender. “Also, where the hell is my signed copy?” she asks pretending to be offended. Chuckling you reach for your bag and grab the one you brought specifically for her.

She smiles brightly as you open in and grab a pen to leave a sweet message for her.

“To my wonderful boss, Kelly! Thank you for believing in me and not firing me! Love, Y/N”

You hand her the book and watch her with a smile as she reads your lines before cackling wholeheartedly.

“Now, you better be out of here before I do fire you!” And with that she is out of there.

You just chuckle as you gather your things and pop into her office before leaving. You find her already reading the book hiding behind her computer.

“Y/N, this is already amazing! I can’t believe you came up with this!” she sighs in amusement. You chuckle awkwardly as you nod.

“Yeah. I came up with it,” you murmur under your breath before turning around and leaving.

On your way home to change, you keep thinking about the story you published. It’s been your greatest dilemma, publishing something that’s based on true events and aside from the names you didn’t change too much. Mostly the ending. You’ve asked your friends if you could have them in it and they gave you their blessing, but there is one person you couldn’t bring yourself to contact whether he is okay with making an appearance in the book. You thought about calling him and asking for his blessing as well several times, but you couldn’t actually get yourself to do it.

And you’re convinced he’ll never find out about it.

You do your hair and makeup, change into the black dress you bought just for today and pair it with your favorite emerald green coat before heading out to grab a late lunch with Ramona. Walking into the restaurant you spot her right away and not just because she is glowing as always, but because her mini-me is giggling loudly as always.

Ramona and Dean found out they were expecting the fall following your graduation. It was unexpected but truly a blessing. They moved their wedding earlier so they were married by the time they welcomed baby Astrid to their family and you’ve been on aunt duty ever since, you love that little girl like she is your own.

“There is my favorite girl!” you grin down at Astrid as you approach the table, the curly haired rascal is sitting on Ramona’s lap, busy with the pattern of the table cloth but as soon as she lays her eyes on you, she bursts out into uncontrollable giggles as if you just told her the best joke to ever exist.

“I hope you meant that to me,” Ramona scoffs, holding her little one with one arm while she reaches for the water on the table with the other hand that’s not full of Astrid.

“Well, she came from you, so it’s close,” you chuckle as you take Astrid from her lap, give her cheek a big smooch and take your seat, keeping her on your thighs. She is quick to go back to admiring the floral print on the table cloth again. The waiter arrives and you quickly order, already knowing what you want because you come here often enough to know what’s good on the menu.

“Excited?” Ramona asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you hand Astrid back to her, because she’s been nonstop talking to her, though you understood barely half of what she was saying. Astrid is very talkative, but her language can be understood fully only by her parents at this point.

“More like… shocked,” you chuckle, crossing a leg over the other.

“Don’t be like that, you worked hard for this!”

“No, I just… channeled my pain into a book that turned out to be good,” you correct her with a weak smile. And instantly, you feel the bitterness you felt just this morning returning. Ramona can’t be fooled, she notices it right away.

“Are you still thinking about him?” she asks quietly. You purse your lips, reach for your lemonade and take a sip before nodding.

“Every fucking day,” you whisper, so Astrid doesn’t pick up the curse word. Last thing you need is to have her running around, screaming ‘fucking’.

“Babe, you know I’m on your side, but it’s been so long. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”

Ramona is the only one who knows how much you still ache after Harry, even after three years. You thought that talking about it with someone might help, but it didn’t but now at least you have someone who knows about your deepest issues.

“And what exactly?” you sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could start with telling your boyfriend that you just published a book about your ex he doesn’t even know exists.”

Yeah, that’s another little detail you haven’t been able to take care of. You tried so hard to forget about Harry that you ended up never even mentioning him to Derek, not even when you were specifically talking about exes. And because of all of this he has no idea that your book is not fiction but a story from your own life you lived through. As far as Derek knows, it’s all made up. Now, all this time later, how would you even tell him?

Hey babe, there is something I haven’t told you about. That book I wrote? Yeah, that’s about me and my ex. I dated my college professor who then totally fucked me over and now I think I will never be over him. But I love you, babe, what do you want for dinner?

It’s a joke. Your whole life feels like a joke. You just don’t find it funny most of the time.

“I found a ring,” you confess. It’s the first time you speak about it, you thought if you just kept it to yourself it would become less real.

“A ring? What ring?”

“Ling?”Astrid asks, chiming into the conversation. “What’s ling?”

“Ring, baby. This is a ring,” Ramona smiles down at her showing her own hand with her wedding band and engagement ring on it. “So what ring? Like in his pocket or something? Is he cheating on you?” she asks, keeping her voice down.

“No,” you roll your eyes. “An engagement ring. He hid it between his tools, found it about a week ago.”

“Oh my God! That’s great! He is planning to propose!” she squeaks happily, but you can’t get yourself to share her excitement. She is quick to notice your lack of enthusiasm and realizes what it’s about. “Oh. You don’t want him to propose, right?”

“Am I a bad person?” you sigh in pain.

“What? No! You’re just going through a rough patch, that’s it.”

“A rough patch that’s been going on for three years,” you mumble under your breath as you fold your arms on your chest. The waiter arrives with the food and Ramona puts Astrid into the highchair, giving her the fries she ordered for her.

“Maybe this is a sign that you should change something in your life. Or do something differently.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Have you thought about contacting him? Maybe having a chat would help you get closure. Get the answers you’ve been looking for.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you say, but you both know it’s a lie. “I don’t want to have someone in my life who hurt me intentionally.”

“But what if you don’t know the whole story?”

“Don’t come with this again, Ram,” you groan, already knowing where this is heading. Ramona has been convinced Harry didn’t tell you the truth when he left you. She told you several times that there must have been something else behind his motives, something he kept hidden from you.

“What? I’m just saying! It was all so sus!”

“Sus! So sus!” Astrid repeats after her before stuffing a fry into her mouth and you let out a small chuckle. She is the carbon copy of Ramona, that’s for sure.

“You always said how sudden the change was and you didn’t know what happened, I do believe something happened, he just couldn’t tell you or something.”

“Well, he should have. It’s not my problem he was an asshole and couldn’t be honest to me,” you quip back bitterly as you dig into your food.

“Very asshole,” Astrid shakes her head and you both gasp, Ramona’s hands going to cover her ears as you stare at each other over her head.

“I’m sorry!” you laugh as Astrid just continues eating without a care.

“If she turns out to be a criminal, it’ll be your fault,” she jokes, making the both of you laugh and just like that, Harry is dropped, but only from the conversation.

However, he always lingers in your mind.

It’s past three by the time you finish at the restaurant, time flies by fast when you’re with Ramona, gossiping just like when you were freshmen in college. The three of you head out to pick up Dean and then make your way to the signing since you have to be there earlier. When you’re on your way to the shop Derek texts you that he’ll meet you there and it seems like you’ll arrive around the same time.

When Dean parks almost right in front of the bookstore you leave them behind as they grab Astrid from her seat and her bag they always bring around. You walk up to the shop and look around searching for Derek, but Astrid calls out for you before you could spot him.

“Aunty Y/N!” she giggles, her little pink dress flowing after her as she smashes into your arms.

“Are you excited?” you ask her grinning. “I’ll get you a new book, how does that sound?”

“Yes!” she cheers just when you see Derek walking towards the two of you.

“Hey there, ladies,” he smirks before leaning closer he kisses you and you try your best to keep your demons locked in the back of your mind and just enjoy this major milestone in your life with the people that are the most important for you.

“Hi, you look nice,” you smile at him, seeing that he’s probably changed too after work.

“Not as good as the star of today. Want to head inside? Saw Dean and Ram, they said they will join us in a minute, Dean was on the phone.”

“Oh okay,” you nod and Dean takes Astrid from you, heading inside with her in his arms and just when you’re about to follow them inside your whole world collapses around you as your eyes meet a pair of familiar green irises.

At first you think you’re just hallucinating, that your mind is playing a dirty game with you, making you see him just a few feet away from you, but as the seconds pass you have to realize that it’s Harry and he is really standing there.

He seems just as shocked as you are and you immediately notice the changes in him. His hair looks outgrown and he is sporting a soft stubble that makes him appear older. His style hasn’t changed much though, he still likes to dress like a grandpa but he is the only person who can make it look so hot and you hate yourself for thinking how good he still looks.

For a second you’re not sure if you’ll start crying or screaming or maybe you might just walk away without a word. You stand there, completely frozen and in shock, and a shiver runs down your spine when he steps closer.

“Y/N, hey,” he speaks up softly and you still have no idea what you’ll do or say. It’s like your mind has gone completely blank but it’s also jammed with a million thoughts.

And then you finally answer him.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

NEXT PART

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[gingeraleluke]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: photographer!timothée chalamet x fem!famous!antagonist!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: timothée tells his friends the story of when he dated his crazy ex.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: NOT A ROMANTIC FIC AT ALL!! super toxic, dramatization of ‘psycho ex’s’, based off of the blank space music video, this is purely for entertainment purposes!!! (swearing, some alcohol and arguing with slight violence, fire, manipulation!) some sex talk, mentions of cheating

y/c/e: your color eyes, d/h/c: different hair color

second part of the 1989 series

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“and so, she had been filming me from the bushes, literally the whole night! i guess she had been following me and stalking me for weeks. when i confronted her about it, she burned all my clothes!” haider let out a small chuckle while the glass of gin slowly approached his awaiting lips.

the group of men laughed and gasped, the only sounds in an otherwise silent room. dylan lightly dropped his fist on the table, shaking it ever so slightly. “now, SEE? that is one crazy chick.” shaking his head, he pursed his lips and sipped his drink, handing some of the liquor to the man on his right.

“ehhh…i don’t know.” wes leaned into timothée’s shoulder, wincing and kissing his teeth. “tim over here, has had worse.” timothée could feel the gaze of everyone while wes patted his shoulder, almost as if he had won something. keeping his expression flat, he scanned the faces of his nearby friends.

“no, what?! there’s no way..” haider cocked his eyebrow and shook his head.

“oh, trust me….it’s worse.”

“well, are you going to tell us?” dennis persuaded.

“yeah! i wanna hear all about this so-called maniac.” dylan and haider looked up at timothée with excitement bouncing off of them like heatwaves.

“i don’t know…it-it’s kind of a long story—“

“oh, come on! you gotta tell them!” wes continued to pry until timothée finally cracked.

“okay! okay, fine.” he held his hands up in defense and took a swing of his drink.

“it all started when i had gotten booked for a photoshoot.”

FOUR YEARS AGO

nice to meet you

where you been?

timothée arrived in an all black wardrobe with numerous files flooding out of his suitcase. his hair was perfect before he walked up six flights of stairs and took the elevator. now, small strands were sticking to the back of his neck and he tried his best to smoothen out his clothes, his face flustered from walking and arriving late. “oh, there he is!” a man in headgear called out, walking towards the camera setup and leading timothée over there.

“finally!” timothée snapped back to see a girl seated in a comedically, large chair. he had no idea who the photoshoot was, too busy trying to figure out whether or not his father would hand down his company to him. he had assumed that he would be shooting for some b list model whose name he couldn’t pronounce, but instead, he was met with your familiar voice. “i’m-i’m so, so, sorry—“

“just hurry over there before she gets even more ticked off.” timothée nodded and approached the camera, looking past the lights to see the muse sitting there, picking at her nails in distaste.

“oh..my god, you’re—“

“yes. yes i am.” she kept her eyes on her fingers, almost as if timothée was too hideous to look at.

“i’m-im sorry, i’m a huge fan.”

“aren’t they all?” she looked up, her y/c/e looking into his eyes and scanning over every perceivable imperfection, while there was only little. her whole demeanor changed for a split second, as if someone had flipped a switch in her back. it vanished so fast that timothée wasn’t sure if it even happened. “what’s your name?”

i can show you incredible things

timothée gulped, “uh-timothée.”

“you don’t have a last name?”

“nope.” he mentally facepalmed at his stupid words, quickly covering it up as he saw her expression drop in annoyance. he cleared his throat, “mm—sorry! i-i do, it’s chalamet. timothée chalamet.”

“clever.” she leaned back and kicked up her chunky boots, peering at him over her shoulder. “well, timothée chalamet, why don’t you get to work?”

timothée became weirdly submissive and tried to ignore the dirty thoughts that clouded his brain. “right! sorry.” he scrambled over to the camera and watched her through the lens, flashing numerous photographs. she was wearing a traditional black and white suit, her body sprawled over the chair and her face making different expressions into the camera.

magic, madness

heaven, sin

“so,” she sat up, repositioning herself. “you’re a huge fan, huh?”

“yeah!” he continued watching her through the lens. “i love your movies, your music…everything! didn’t you date chris evans before you and harry styles broke up?”

why did i say that?

“shit, i’m sorry-i shouldn’t have said that.”

“yes. yes i did.” an awkward silence fell over them as the clicks and flashes of the camera kept them both present. “so you believe all those rumors, huh? that i’m hoping from dick to dick and have chris hemsworth as a fuck buddy?”

“huh? no! no, i just—“

“yeah, yeah. they all ‘i just’,” she mocked him and stopped posing. “well guess what, kid. you don’t know shit.”

“i-im sorry, i didn’t mean to offend you—“

“go out with me.”

saw you there and i thought

oh my god, look at that face

you look like my next mistake

huh?

“i…im sorry, what?”

“do you think i’m pretty?” she spread her legs somewhat seductively and bent forwards, catching timothée’s attention.

this feels like a trap.

i mean, it’s not everyday that one of the richest women in the world flirts with you..

“of course i do.”

“then come to my place tomorrow night.” sure, she was beautiful but she was definitely bitchier than timothée would like and he could only imagine how awful a date with her would be like.

“um…. mam—“ her assistant ran to her side before she dismissed her. “excuse me? i’m talking to timothée right now, go away.” she shooed her away, getting out of her chair and approaching timothée.

“so what do you say?”

“i um…i think i’m busy—“

loves a game wanna play

“oh, come on. you think you know me, let me prove you wrong.”

“why do you want to go out with me, though?”

“for fucks sake, look at you! your face was crafted by gods and frankly, i don’t know why you stay behind that little camera of yours when you should be in front of it.” she placed a hand on his chest, feeling the buttons underneath her fingers. “spend the night with me? i promise i’ll change your mind…”

“o-okay.”

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new money

suit and tie

timothée had never seen a house with a pool in the front of it before. sure, he knew how rich his date was but this was a completely different story. after being let in through the gate, he made his way past the spa and pool before knocking on the door. “hi! i’m taylor.” she extended her hand, “you must be timothée!” confused as to who this lady was, he just nodded and smiled politely after shaking her hand. “hi…and you are..?”

“oh, i’m her best friend and roommate. i live above her so you don’t have to worry about me! i’ll be a bit of a waiter for the night but i will be sure to keep my distance. she’s in the dining room waiting for you.” the blonde spoke. she was seemingly much nicer than the girl he met yesterday and he couldn’t help but wonder how taylor could stand being friends with a girl like that. making his way through the mansion, he tried his best to hide his stares. he had money, but not nearly as much as this house cost. a lit fireplace exuded the scent of roasted chestnuts as he took a deep breath, hoping that she would be in a much better mood today.

“here she is! i’ll leave you two be.”

i can read you like a magazine

timothée’s eyes darted to see his date seated at her dining table, sipping what looked like champagne. her dress was short and her hair was up in a ponytail. she looked up at him and smiled. “wow, nice tux!” standing up she wrapped her arms around him and he slowly reciprocated, scared that he would break her. she seemed fragile, a contrast from the cruel mess she was yesterday. “oh! yeah, i kinda overdressed, didn’t i?”

“nonsense! you look great.” she kissed his cheek and pulled out his chair. god, did she smell incredible and her eyes were brighter and more alive than they were yesterday. her voice was soft and smooth unlike the coarse sound he expected to hear. “so-“ she stopped speaking and leaned in, sniffing. “fifth avenue?”

“i-i’m sorry?”

“your scent.”

“OH! yeah, it’s fifth avenue.”

she nodded her head, humming in approval. “i didn’t take you as the snobby rich type.” he could tell she was only joking from her small giggles as she sipped her drink. “oh, how rude of me. do you want some?”

“sure.” he scanned her eyes for anything other than nonstop overflowing kindness and he just couldn’t find anything. she must have noticed how weirded out he was because she spoke up.

“are you okay?”

“yeah.” he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “yeah, i’m sorry, you’re just so…different than you were yesterday.”

“oh, that? yeah,” she became flustered and looked down at her lap as if she was embarrassed. “you probably don’t understand but when your a girl, it’s easy for men with power to think that they can walk all over you.” she explained while timothée watched her pour his drink. “sometimes the only way to get people to take you seriously is to be a bitch.”

ain’t it funny

rumors fly

timothée was stunned and almost lovestruck. she became everything he had ever wanted in just those few looks she sent him. her kindness was true and real and sent him butterflies as he tried his best to keep it together. “you look amazing.”

“why thank you! i haven’t been on a real date in a while.”

“but what about—“

don’t bring up her ex’s, you idiot!

“harry? he was always too busy with writing and his dates were more playful as opposed to sophisticated, like this one is.” he watched her lips and how her neck extended when she swallowed. he watched her freshly manicured nails and how she nervously tapped on the glass of her beverage. he watched her eyelashes flutter whenever she blinked and the way her arms were silky smooth from probably bathing in lotion. she was perfect. not the kind of barbie-doll look perfect, but the kind of perfect where even all of her freckles/spots and birthmarks seemed just right. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t trying to bring up your ex.”

“you apologize too much.” his cheeks were tinted pink from the dominance in her voice. “it’s okay. i mean, as long as you don’t think that i’m some maneating cheater.”

“no! of course not! you’re actually…really breathtaking.” timothée never believed in love at first sight, but these mere minutes with her was starting to change his mind.

fuck.

what is she doing to me?

and i know you’ve heard about me

“oh, thank you— that’s sweet, but, enough about me, okay? i wanna know more about you.”

“me? oh, i’m quite boring compared to you—“

“nonsense!” she jolted in her seat as the two of them heard a loud crashing sound come from above them. “shit.”

“is everything okay?”

“yeah, sorry! that was probably neptune, my cat. i left him up there so he wouldn’t be all over us during dinner. here—“ she stood up and adjusted her napkin. “let me just go make sure he’s okay.” timothée nodded and watched her disappear up the stairs, roaming over her whole body with his eyes. the sound of heels approached him from his left and his eyes quickly glassed over, hoping taylor didn’t notice him checking her out.

“i hate to interrupt but w— oh, where’d she go?” taylor stood at the end of the large table, a small notepad in her hand as if she worked at a restaurant. despite just being at her house, it still felt like he was being dined on. “oh, uh- she said she was going to check on neptune.”

“upstairs?”

“yeah.”

“oh, i was wondering where that darn cat went! usually he’s all over my legs and following me throughout the halls. makes sense.” she clicked her pen. “are you fine drinking that or would you like something else?”

“this is fine, thank you.”

“alright, well she was thinking about maybe roasted potatoes or fries with burgers, but it’s up to you. she will have whatever you have and you have complete control but oh, you have got to try loresto’s burgers!”

“loresto?”

“yes! he’s our chef. we could definitely take a more fancy route if you’d like but trust me, his burgers are far from cheap, i mean, it’s like biting into heaven— the spices he uses?! the flavor?! i could go on all day about it, but anyways, it’s up to you! he can make pretty much anything and if we don’t have it i can go pick it up at the shop.”

must be nice being this rich.

“no, the burgers sound nice!”

“alright! and for sides?”

“i’ll have the roasted potatoes.” he watched her scribble it down and he could have sworn that all of this was just a dream. i mean, who actually lives like this? “cool! and um..” she looked both ways before sliding into the nearby chair. “i just want to say thank you for coming tonight. i hadn’t seen her this excited in years.” taylor placed a hand on his arm, reassuringly. “i just need to ask you before anything else happens…”

“ask me what?”

“do you think that you could love her?” he felt his chest tighten and his arms were now covered in goosebumps underneath his suit.

honestly?

he could see a future with her but the more that he thinked about it, the more that he wanted a future with her. “i’m not saying that you need to be head over heels i love with her, i mean, christ, it’s only been two days. i’m just saying… do you think that if you were given the chance, that you could love her? do you care enough about her to continue with it after tonight or do you just want a small fling? there really isn’t any pressure, i just want to know before she someone gets heartbroken again.”

she began fiddling with her fingers and timothée was at a lost for words, causing her to speak up again. “ because, you need to know something before dating her— you…you can’t put her second. you have to always put her first and she’s had a lot of cheaters in the past so if you as much look at another woman—“ taylor spoke so many words in such a small moment and while timothée heard her, he was still trying to process everything. almost like he had been brainwashed, he couldn’t seem to find the right answer.

so he said what he felt.

“i could.” he nodded, looking at her face that was a solid exterior, nothing being expressed and leaving timothée feeling oh so confused. “right now? no. after tonight? maybe.” and with that, she walked away, letting timothée have the last word.

TWO HOURS LATER

so hey, let’s be friends

i’m dying to see how this one ends

timothée dropped his fork, “no way.”

“yes! and i-i was only like eight so of course i didn’t know what it meant!” their laughs roared throughout the house as they both tried to keep it together, timothée holding a fist to his mouth in hopes that he could stay quiet. “but your whole family was there!”

“yeah! exactly! my cousins started asking their mom and dad what it meant, the baby started crying, and don’t even get me started on the face that my grandmother made— i mean, i thought she was going to have a heart attack.”

“okay, okay. but what about—“ he was cut off by a ringing coming from across the table.

“oh shoot.”

“is everything okay?”

“yeah, i just didn’t realize how late it’s gotten.”

fuck, he thought.

i don’t want to leave yet.

“it’s okay. when can i see you again?”

“i should be free on the fifteenth!”

“soo.. wednesday?”

“no, sorry. i meant the fifteenth of next month.” timothée felt his heart drop. he wasn’t sure if he could go that long without seeing her. he was simply enchanted, locked onto her like a chain and pleased with the idea. “oh.”

“i’m sorry, i know. i’d like to see you sooner too.” she rested a hand on his and he felt nauseous from the butterflies. “unless..”

“unless what?”

“oh, nevermind. it was stupid and crazy.”

“no, say it.” he was so desperate to stay with her. to hear her stories about her life experiences and her stupidly sweet knock knock jokes.

grab your passport and my hand

i could make the bad guys good for a weekend

“i’m taking a trip to australia for a film and the loft that they gave me was split between me and another cast member but he ended up getting written out of the script, so now i have a whole loft to myself. i just thought that it might be lonely since i don’t really know most of the crew there and…i dunno i thought that you might have fun. it could be a huge opportunity for your photography business and there’s gonna be a bunch of a-list actors, i mean— johnny depp, octavia spencer, evan peters, finn wolfhard— it would just be a fun experience! but.. i know that you just got your dads company and will have to get all of that settled so you’re probably too busy and plus we just met yesterday so you probably think i’m weird for even asking—“

“i’d love to.”

“seriously?” she furrowed her brows.

“yeah! i mean, it’s crazy but.. i just..god, there’s something about you. you just make me inspired. seeing you, hearing your stories, i just start to see flashing colors and shapes in my head and it would be really cool to put it into a picture. plus, i’m super into you and i’m not sure if i could go a month without seeing you.” she got up suddenly, waking over and straddling him. she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately for a few seconds before tangling her hands in his hair and deepening it. “i’m into you too.” timothée, a blushing mess, couldn’t stop giggling. “so when are we leaving?”

“like right now.”

“oh, really!?”

“yeah, is that okay? i have to be at the airport in two hours.”

“it’s more than okay.” he grabbed the back of her neck and dove back in, tasting the champagne off of her tongue. “i’m excited.”

41 DAYS LATER

cherry lips

crystal skies

i can show you incredible things

“do they look good?” she adjusted the d/h/c wig on her head and looked over timothée’s shoulder to see the photos. she wore a gown that timothée told her to wear and the shoes he picked out for him.

“amazing, you look great.” the two of them had bought a new house together after only dating for a month or so. sure, it was fast, but they were both in their mid twenties and wanted to settle down sometime soon. the mansion was beautiful and full of life, no longer flooded with timothée’s boxes.

“i still don’t understand the wig..”

“it’s just something different!” she rubbed her red lips together. “what, you don’t like it?”

“no! it’s good.”

stolen kisses

pretty lies

you’re the king baby i’m your queen

she placed a kiss on his cheek, admiring the mark it made. “oh my gosh— i have an idea! taylor!” taylor hurried over carrying a glass of lemonade, “yes?”

“can you take a few shots of us?”

“i don’t know how to work a camera-“

“it’s okay, just use your phone.”

she wrapped her arm around timothée and the two of them posed, being sure to show of her lip print. after checking the pictures she insisted that taylor back up.“keep going…keep going. i really want it to be like in the distance.” taylor backed up, waiting for the cue to stop.

“perfect! alright, now kiss me baby.” timothée leaned in and kissed her, his fingers tangling into the d/h/c wig.

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find out what you want

be that girl for a month

the relationship was going perfect. they spent their days taking walks and having dinner dates at expensive restaurants. at night they would cuddle and watch their favorite movies. she liked to paint him and have him pose for her. she’d always ask him what she should wear, what she should do, how she should act… everything was up to him and he just didn’t realize.

wait the worst is yet to come

oh no

everything was going well until she saw a girl named emma in his dms. messaging him flirty things while he was in her bed. despite the two of them being together for the past fifty days, he had been messaging emma. while he didn’t necessarily flirt back, he also didn’t stop it.

that set her off.

screaming

crying

perfect storm

tears streamed down her face as she threw a picture frame off of the wall, jupiter bouncing in fear and running into the other room. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” the black rain of mascara had somehow gotten onto her hands and stained her dress. shattered glass laid at her feet.

“jesus, stop it! i didn’t even do anything—“

“YOU WERE MESSAGING ANOTHER GIRL WHILE GOING ON DATES WITH ME! THATS WHY YOU ARE ALWAYS ON YOUR PHONE, ALWAYS HIDING YOUR FRIENDSHIPS FROM ME!” multiple frames had fallen and the sound of her heels stepping on the glass was like torture. she didn’t stop. she didn’t stop until the walls were empty.

“YOU NEED TO STOP, YOU ARE GONNA RUIN OUR HOUSE—“

i can make all the tables turn

rose garden filled with thorns

“OUR HOUSE? TRY MY HOUSE, GET THE FUCK OUT.”

“are you serious?!” she began pushing him and throwing vases until he finally left. he thought that was it. that it was just a small little fight, but boy was he wrong.

keep you second guessing like

oh my god

who is she?

i get drunk on jealousy

then the magazines were published.

a photo of timothée chalamet kissing a mysterious d/h/c girl in front of the house that he and his girlfriend got. the couple was on headlines everywhere, quotes from her saying how heartbroken she was to be cheated on. he lost clients. his social media was flooded with her fans wishing death on him and his family wouldn’t even talk to him. timothée called his closest friends but none of them would answer. the whole world saw him as a cheating douchebag who broke a poor popstar’s heart. everything was crumbling down around him. crumbling the magazine, he raced out of the hotel he was staying at and drove to their place.

but you’ll come back each time you leave

cause darling i’m a nightmare

dressed like a daydream

timothée pulled in and knocked on the door furiously. a very happy taylor opened the door, her face dropping when she saw timothée. “the fuck do you want, cheater?”

“ar-are you serious?! you took the picture for fucks sake, you know she’s lying!” taylor went to slam the door in his face but he held it open. “let me see her.”

she quirked her eyebrows and shuffled behind the door. he didn’t expect her to actually let him in but now he was too heated to think about it. he walked through the house to find her standing in the living room, wearing a white button up with nothing underneath. looking behind her, he saw that his playstation and tv was shattered beyond repair. “what the fuck did you do?”

“oh, hey timmy! nice of you to join us.” he quickly walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. “you framed me for cheating when you know that i never did! you know i was a perfect boyfriend!” he spat, his jaw clenched and face red.

boys only want love if it’s torture

don’t say i didn’t

say i didn’t warn ya

“don’t you remember what taylor told you the night of our first date? she told you to always put me first. to let me have control and never let some other girl take that away. she warned you timothée.” she turned around and began walking up the twirly staircase, timothée watching her. “the fuck are you even talking about?!”

“i’m talking….” she bent over and grabbed something but timothée couldn’t tell what. “about how i’ve lived my whole life being viewed as the villian.”

so it’s gonna be forever or

it’s gonna go down in flames

“everything i did, nothing was good enough. always called a whore, a golddigger, a slut— it didn’t matter!” an orange light reflected off of her dress, making timothée’s eyes widen.

you can tell me when it’s over

if the high was worth the pain

“i promised myself that i would do the same thing. that i would fuck up someone else’s life so mine could flourish! see, you were controlling whether you realized it or not. had you ever even gone a day without telling me what to do? no. but because i was so petite and fragile and perfect,” she used finger quotes as she spoke, timothée spotted a lighter in her hand. “so you thought it was okay. that you could flirt with girls, use my money, take your stupid fucking pictures and get away with it.”

got a long list of ex lovers

they’ll tell you i’m insane

“i’m not some innocent airhead who lets men walk all over her. in fact, you know what? i DID fuck chris hemsworth. he was my rebound after i dated chris, but GOD FORBID a woman moves on too fast, or else she’s cheating, right?!”

cause you know i love the players

and you love the game

“so you were a perfect target.” she held up one of timothée’s shirts above the open flame, watching it  singe.

“that’s my fucking shirt!”

“mmhmm!!” she cheered, throwing it at him, the flames almost catching his pants on fire. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

cause we’re young and we’re reckless

we’ll take this way too far

“i gave up on love a long time ago…” she pulled out timothée’s camera that he had left there and smashed it with her heel.

“STOP! WHAT THE FUCK!”

it’ll leave you breathless

or with a nasty scar

“so now i’m dedicating my life to fixing it. fixing my reputation! and the best way to do that was to ruin yours.”

“you’re fucking crazy.”

“yeah, that’s funny because that’s what all my ex’s said!”

got a long list of ex lovers

they’ll tell you i’m insane

“so what? i ruined your life, your clothes, your camera and your car.”

my car?

“you fucking didn’t..”

“oh, yes i fucking did.” she smiled, laughing as he ran outside to find taylor swinging his car with a golf club.

“MY CAR! GET THE FUCK OFF! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOS!” taylor continued swinging even after he got into the car. the engine sputtered before he drove away, not being able to see shit from the shattered windows.

cause ive got a blank space baby

and i’ll write your name

she walked out of the house and watched him drive away, taylor shooting her a wink. taking in a breath of fresh air, she grabbed taylor’s hand and walked inside to plot her next victim.

timothée finished the story, clearing his throat before raising a glass.

“and that’s how i met y/n y/l/n.”