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allegra-writes · 3 years

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“Heartfelt”

Bar musician! Harry styles x Bartender!Reader

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Warnings: None

Just some Valentine's day fluff with our favorite green eyed boy. Dedicated to @gaycinnamonrollgirl for giving me the idea, and @tomsrebeleyebrow for patiently listening to me endlessly gush about Harry Styles and still being my friend. Happy belated Valentine's day 💖

"You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind..."

Adore you - Harry Styles

...Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine

And I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah…

"Bartender, my good friend! I'll have my usual and a plate of your finest chips, if you would be so kind"

It was closing time when Harry, the local musician, sat in front of you, elbows on the bar you were wiping down while humming to Patti Smith's "Gloria".

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the willowy man could see the slight tremble at the corner of your lips, a tell that you were suppressing a smile.

"I'm afraid the kitchen is closed, mister Styles. Sam left an hour ago."

"Yes yes, but I have it from a very good source he left you a big pile of leftover chips before he did," He accused, "you know, as he does every night..."

You frowned in confusion,

"I thought you hated cold fries. That you found them to be, and I quote, soggy and disgusting"

"I guess you can say I acquired a taste for them" He shrugged, mischievous green eyes sparkling, "Just like you did for this lowlife songwriter in front of you and the heartfelt conversations you share with him"

"Did you now?" There was an edge of scepticism in your voice, but you were already disappearing inside the kitchen.

Harry's heart did a little jump as you didn't immediately deny liking him.

"Hey, Joe" he called out, "why don't you go home? I'll help Y/N close when we're done…"

There was a deaf noise as a young waiter, the only person left in the bar beside the two of you, set the last chair on top of a table.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this" he reassured him, "did it dozens of times. Go home to your girl"

"Thanks, mate!" The second brit practically skipped on his way to the backroom, but turned around just before reaching the door. "Listen, you know I like you, but if you hurt y/n in any way…"

Harry smiled, genuinely. He could never get mad at anyone that protective of you.

"You know where I live. Pick my sister on the way, though. I think she would like to join you."

Joe rolled his baby blues,

"I know you're not a creep. I meant her heart"

"Yeah, me too…"

Whatever your friend saw inside Harry's eyes was enough to convince him. He nodded and left, as the musician got up to lock the front door and turn the "open" sign off.

If you noticed Joe's absence at your return, you didn't comment on it, simply setting the giant pile of chips and two cans of cherry cola you were carrying, down in front of Harry, who had returned to his seat.

"Ah, you always have the good stuff!" the sigh that left his lips as he took the first sip of the soda was not unlike the one any of your regulars made after the first taste of something strong after a hard day.

"Rough night?"

"Kind of. Good show though, so at least I have that going on for me…"

"It really was, I'm actually impressed" You had to confess, "And surprised too, it was a bold choice going acoustic on a night like this, with such a big audience," So many people had gathered to see the show that the bouncer had to start rejecting people so you wouldn't have trouble with the fire department "but it definitely worked"

There was a slight blush on the singer's cheeks when he replied, far more humble than you were used to,

"Well, you know, Valentine's day and all that. The band, all have boyfriends and girls they wanted to spend the evening with…"

You tilted your head,

"And you didn't?" It was hard to believe, when almost every night he played there you would see him leave with a different, always sculptural, painfully perfect girl. Or man.

Harry didn't reply, choosing instead to stuff his face with stale fries.

"Alright then" You raised your shoulder in surrender, "keep your secrets…"

He squinted in disbelief,

"Did you just quoted The Lord of the Rings at me?"

"Did you just recognize my Lord of the rings quote?" You countered.

"You are such a nerd!"

"Look who's talking, chicken little!" You gestured at his powder blue sweater with a yellow baby chick at the front and herringbone pants.

"Oi!" His manchester accent popped out, like it always did whenever he lost his cool "I'll have you know, this is Gucci"

You scoffed,

"That doesn't make it any better, it just means that you spent a shit load of money to look like my third grade teacher, mister Harrington!"

"Ok, first of all," he countered, "your teacher sounds awesome and second-"

An inelegant snort escaped your mouth. Harry's emerald eyes pinned you down.

"Second of all, you're no one to talk either, kitten hoodie"

You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. Praying he couldn't see your blush in the dim light, you took a mouthful of soda to cool you down.

For a moment, none of you said anything, the sweet notes of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" the only thing filling the silence.

… Players only love you when they're playing

Women, they will come and they will go...

"Listen, y/n-"

"If I'm being honest-"

He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, ladies first"

"Now I'm not sure if I wanna tell you…"

"Come on" A grown ass man pouting should not be that cute, "I want to know"

You feigned a long suffering sigh,

"Fine, if you must know- If you must know, I actually like your new style. It's way better than that... rock and roll cliche... thing you had going on when we first met" You gestured vaguely in the direction of his body, "You know, the long hair, black clothes, doc boots…"

He flinched,

"Ugh, Don't remind me. I was trying too hard back then. And not only with my clothes, with my music too"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. All you used to sing about was" You chose your words carefully, "frisky girls and being horny…"

"Well, to be fair, I still sing about being horny"

"Yeah, but now you're…"

You trailed off, unsure of how you could explain the difference, the change in your feelings towards his music, without explaining the change in your feelings towards the man that made it.

However, Harry would not let it go that easy. He was used to you being sharp, opinionated, guarded. Now there was a crack on that armour, and he wanted to see what was underneath it.

You hadn't even realized how close you had leaned into each other until his hot breath fanned over your face.

"Now I'm what, y/n?"

More real. More mature. More emotional, as if he had finally found the link, made the connection between sex and love.

"More open"

Harry smiled,

"Open. Yeah, I like that…"

So close. He was so close now, his malaquite eyes were out of focus. So close you could feel his magnetic field, the gravity of his atoms pulling in yours.

"Harry…"

Never in his twenty seven years of life and over ten as a musician, had he heard a more beautiful sound than his name, breathlessly falling from your lips.

"Yes?" He murmured, lips ghosting over your soft, perfect ones.

"No"

"No?"

"No" You repeated, more firmly, taking a step back, putting as much space between the two of you as possible, "I know what this is"

"And what is this, y/n" To your surprise, he didn't sound mad, or demanding. He sounded confused and sad. Dissapointed but unsurprised, as if he had expected it to go south or… never had dared expect it would actually happen at all.

"A bad idea" You explained, "with guys like you, is always the same: You have beautiful women throwing themselves at you every night. And you take them home with you cause why wouldn't you? You are young, and free and hot. There is nothing wrong with taking what's being offered"

"Y/n-"

"I'm not saying it's your fault" You went on, ignoring him, "And I'm not saying you don't fall in love, sometimes. But that's the exception, not the rule, and I… I'm the kind of girl that's the rule. Not the exception"

Harry had always thought the worst that could happen to him was losing your friendship. Finally making a move, a real move, and getting rejected by you. He thought that was the definitive pain, the one that would obliterate him, if things were not to work out. And he was almost certain they would not work out.

But sitting there, in front of you, separated by a wooden bar that might as well have been the great wall of china as you stood there, arms around yourself, small and defenseless as you explained to him all the reasons why you wouldn't allow yourself to love him… that was way worse.

"What if you already were my exception?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself, "What if I was in love with you?"

You laughed, bitterly.

"Harry, I'm not even your type. I've seen you leave night after night with models and socialites and actors, each one more surreally stunning than the last one…" You didn't have a bad self esteem, you didn't. You considered yourself attractive, but the people Harry usually went for were on a whole different level.

"Yes, but that's only because the most absolutely perfect woman in the world for me, keeps me at arm's length!" He rubbed his face in frustration, "And it's so maddening, so fucked up, the way I can't even get away from her long enough to get over her, because even the pain of seeing her every night knowing I can't touch what I see, that I will never have her, is better than the pain of being away from her.

So I keep on taking home the hottest people I can find hoping they will keep me distracted long enough to fill the hours until I can see her again… until I can-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Never, in all the time you had known each other, had Harry given you a single signal indicating he had any kind of feelings for you. Your relationship had always consisted of friendly banter and quip battles. Sure, you could get flirty sometimes, but you were a bartender, flirting was pretty much your customer service voice, and he was a musician, he would flirt with his own shadow if he could.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but a familiar melody started coming from the still working speakers.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind…

"Hey, this is my song!" You didn't quite understand why he seemed so marveled, "You never added any of my songs to your playlist before!"

Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, well" Harry could now clearly see your darkened cheeks as you stumbled over your words, "I guessed I never liked one of your songs so much before"

This time, he was the one blushing and avoiding your eyes.

"What would you say if I told you-... If I told you I wrote this one for you?"

"I'd say you're full of shit" You scoffed, "Didn't you tell me you only ever wrote about girls you had dated?"

"No," he corrected, "I said I only ever wrote about women that had broken my heart…"

"How did I break your heart?"

Harry sighed. Your walls were back up, higher than ever, and he didn't know how to break through them. It wasn't your fault -and had it been your fault, truth was he could never blame you either, there was something about you that made it physically impossible for him to get mad at you- you spoke from experience, he didn't need to unlock the secrets of your past, didn't need the details. It was obvious you had been burned before, and though he hated it, hated them for whatever they had done to you, he couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself.

Not when he wanted to protect you too.

"You didn't like me, back when we first met"

"Harry-"

"No, it's ok. You didn't like me, and you were right not to like me. I know you probably didn't realize it but, that first time you rejected me, when I flirted with you that very first night and you rolled your eyes at me… you changed my life"

"What? How??"

"You weren't wrong, I was a cliche. And I was trying way too hard, to be cool, act like a rockstar… but you took a look at that guy, at that though, playboy, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll guy… and you hated him" Harry snickered. You didn't understand what about all that was so funny, "I had created that guy so that everyone would like him, and you hated him. And the funny thing is-" He finally met your eye. No, he caught your eye and imprisoned them, "The funny thing is, you hating me for what I wasn't, somehow allowed me to start being myself a little bit more, because if you already disliked me… then I had nothing to lose"

You didn't quite know what to say to that.

His bright green eyes were unable to face yours, choosing instead to focus on the palms he was picking at,

"Is that why you… uhm…" You pointed at his sweater.

"Yup" He admitted, "I showed up here one day, on laundry day, in one of my old nerdy sweater vests and you smiled, when you saw it"

"I remember that!" You chuckled, "It was the brown striped one, it almost looked like a crop top, cause it obviously didn't fit anymore"

Harry nodded,

"I may have had a couple grow spurts since I got that in high school"

"Ok, but, you made it work somehow…"

"Thank you. The point is…" he turned serious again, his deep, rich voice even more hypnotic than usual. Or maybe it was just you, for the first time allowing yourself to enjoy it without reservations. "The point is, you didn't like cool Harry, but you liked the real me. Even if just a little bit, and that meant the world to me. I… I adored you because of it. So I wrote a song for you, cause even if I couldn't say it to your face, I had to get it out. Just like I had to get this out tonight"

He opened his arms wide, in his typical ta-da gesture, sad, resigned smile on his face, before getting up from his stool, grabbing his jacket and guitar case.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't expect you to love me back" He declared, "I just- I thought I'd let you know. Valentine's day and all that."

He turned to leave, his own voice still signing in the background,

I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you

Oh, honey…

"Harry, wait!" You almost fell on your face, trying to jump over the bar, but managing to stop him right before he reached the door. His poorly concealed smirk told you he might have seen your little show, but you didn't care.

"Did you mean it? That you'd do anything for me?"

"I did" He confirmed, earnestly, "I still do. Anything you want, just say the word"

"Well then," you took a step towards him, that he mirrored without even noticing, "what about a date? A daytime date. At a public place." You clarified. Harry did smirk at that.

"What's the matter, afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He teased, leaning closer.

"Don't ruin this, Styles" You warned, raising to your tiptoes to meet him eye to eye.

His smile faltered, replaced by the most sincere intensity you had ever seen on his handsome face,

"Wouldn't dream of it, bartender" He whispered, before capturing your lips with his.

#harry styles #adore you #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #valentines day special

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bl--ankhaeji · 3 years

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Aphrodisiac

Pairing ~ Witch!WinWin x Witch!Reader

Genre ~ smut,,enemies to lovers,,secret magic schoolau ig

Warning ~ oral both male and fem receiving,,creampie,,multiple orgasms,,drugging?(not really but..really),,overstim,,brief mention of death,,I think that’s it

A/N ~ This is something I made for Halloween. Yes I know it has passed but idc 😂. This is my longest fic so far and I’m kinda excited for you guys to read it. I also want to thank my beta readers/editors for this @kjmsupremacist @bumblebeenct @starlit-jeno @earth-to-that-asian You guys were such a big help and I’m glad to have you all as my moots as well.

W. Count ~ 7.1k

The sound of the bell rang throughout the school signaling the end of your second to last class. The metallic slam of locker doors and murmurs of hundreds of students filled the hallways as you made your way towards the gym. A tired sigh leaves your lips as you maneuver through students; you don’t have time to say hi to your friends that call your name over the chatter in the halls, hoping the leisurely wave you throw towards them suffices you make your way past them. The heavy doors of the gymnasium weigh on your arms as you push them out of the way, heading towards the back of the school. Which to others may just look like some woods, but you know that everything is not always as it appears to be.

Before long a worn down cobblestone road came into view and even though you could barely tell the haphazardly placed rocks were a trail, you knew just how to get to where you were going without the help of the rocks. Pretty soon the road started to clear up to the point that one could walk it easily without the risk of twisting an ankle. The slight sound of running water you had heard for the past 15 minutes got significantly louder, signaling that the waterfall you had consistently visited plenty of times was close, which also let you know that your destination was near.

You could practically see the ever glowing lights of the cottage where you got better at your craft lighting up the dark forest. The upwards bridge of the cottage now in view, you started to mumble a soft yet powerful spell under your breath. Upon reaching the closed wooden gate you look up, eyes winding the covered bridge until you see the seemingly lifeless cottage covered in a blanket of vines. Still in the midst of conjuring you raise your right hand, the sound of your magic crackling in the silence as a white orb forms from the center of your palm. With the spell heavy on your lips, you hold the decently sized orb to the vines and as the light touches them they slowly start to unwrap themselves from around the gate.

Placing the orb on top of the vines, you watch as it flows up the path with you directly behind it still casting the spell. Finally stepping up to the porch, you watch as your orb floats to the very top of the elevated cottage touching the vines up there so that all of them will clear. You can feel the change in the air as you step through the doors of the now brightly lit cottage and a smile takes over your face.

The door slams shut behind you, causing your smile to fall, and instantly you’re on high alert. A million and one spells sweep throughout your mind that you could possibly use to fend off whoever the intruder is, “Ahh the old Disentanglement Orb, quite a beautifully difficult spell if I do say so myself. Always gets the job done. Only set back though is how much energy and time it takes to execute,” Looking towards the voice, you turn to face your foe; upon seeing the body situated in the chair you immediately relax, letting out a tired sigh. “But you always were, and I quote, ‘An exemplary student with a thirst for betterment!’”

“Fuck you Sicheng. Oh, and you really should get out of Ms.Torrent’s chair before she comes to class. She was already wondering where you’ve been the past couple of weeks,” you say, rolling your eyes. The sound of your steps against the wood echo through the room as you make your way to one of the two desks situated in the room. You start getting your things out of your bag preparing for class when you hear an ouch come from where the boy sat.

Walking to his seat with his hands in his pockets free of items he sits in his seat facing you, “You wound me, sweets. I was just teasing, you know you should really think about surgery,” he says with his head sat atop his hand. You give him a confused look. What kind of surgery is he talking about? “You should really think about getting surgery to remove the stick from your ass, you seem a little uptight lately.”

The anger you feel starts as a low simmer; not much, but still there. Looking up from where you stand above your desk, you make eye contact with the seated male. “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me,” he says.

“You know what Sicheng what the fuck is your problem with me, huh?” You can already feel your magic starting to stir in the pit of your stomach. You were never the best at controlling your anger.

A snicker falls from his lips as he stands up. “Oh my problem? How could I have a problem with Miss Prodigy over here, little goody five shoes? No one ever sees her without her head in a book, or better yet up some teacher’s ass.”

“Shut the fuck up right now. You don’t know me or anything about me.” Flashes of your dead father's body laid in front of you circulated through your mind. Ever since that day, you had to fend for yourself and your mother, who was human. That also meant that you were left to learn magic all on your own, since your mother couldn’t help you at all and the only witch in your family, your father, was no longer around to teach you himself.

“Since we’re throwing shots at least I worked for everything I have. I strived to perfect the witch in me, unlike spoiled daddy’s boy over here who’s had everything on a silver platter since birth. The best tutors, conjurers, postionists, the best everything. And even if you weren’t as good at magic as you are, you would still be in the position you are because of daddy’s money.” You were absolutely heated at this point; any more and your magic would start firing off by itself.

Sicheng looked as if he was ready to take your head off, and he actually could with a simple spell but that’s besides the point. A navy blue aura, the color of his magic, encased his body. Oozing power that was advanced for someone of his age. But he wasn’t the only one who had honed their skills way past where they should be.

You couldn’t see it yourself, but you knew you were also sheathed in the white aura of your own magic. The air in the room grew rampant with the amount of angry power circulating through it. The bottles of potions and herbs on shelves started to rattle as if there were an earthquake. The few plants Ms.Torrent had around the classroom started to droop considerably because of the negative energy. Out of the corner of your eye you could see things starting to float in the air.

It was as if you had split the classroom down the middle, and by now you assumed your magic had grown large enough as to place a cast over your side of the classroom. The objects floating on your side faced toward the boy and his alike. You and Sicheng were about to tear this classroom to shreds. You both were so focused on each other that you didn’t even notice the door to Ms.Torrent’s upstairs office open.

“Hey, do you guys know why the ambiance in this place just got so dark all of a- HEY! What the fuck are you guys doing in my classroom?” With a furious wave of her hand everything stopped. The rattling ceased and the army of objects you and Sicheng both had were quickly overtaken by gravity. The sound of them hitting the floor was the only thing to be heard besides Ms. Torrent’s angry breathing. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes before class starts and I walk in to find the two of you at each other's throats. I thought I told you guys what my rules for entering this classroom were the first day you walked in here as the witch novices you were and still are,” she said with a deadly calm voice, the look in her eyes anything but.

It was the first time she ever called you guys anything other than her usual surgery terms of endearment. “And you both broke not one but two of the only rules I gave you. I thought for almost fully grown witches, you would be able to at least understand and abide by those, but I guess I overestimated you both. Now since you both seem to have forgotten, I’ll ask this once and once only. What are my rules for entering this room?”

Simultaneously you and Sicheng start to repeat the rules she told you both on the first day you walked into the room. You remember that day like it was yesterday. You had finally made it, after years of stealing spell books from the hidden parts of the libraries you worked at, rereading every single book left in your father’s study over and over and over again, and practicing spells on your own everyday until you finally were able to get a real teacher. So of course you remember the first and only solid rules she gave you when you walked through the door.

“I’ll only tell you guys these rules once, break them and you’re out.” Your new teacher said with a straight face. “First, the only time your magic is to be used in this room is when I give permission for you to use it. Other than that you are not allowed to use it. Seeing as how I am supposed to teach you magic you’ll virtually always be able to use it. Second, you shall under no circumstances unless permitted sparing use your magic to harm or mess with your classmate in any way. That includes helping them by lending magic, because if you do that you’ll only hinder their growth which hurts them.” After she said those words a huge smile grew on her face as she greeted you both warmly, a stark contrast to her face now as she glared into your souls as you recited the two rules she put in place.

“I know I said you would be out if you ever broke either of those rules, but seeing as how you two are some of my favorite students I’ve ever had, despite your constant bickering with one another, you both are seniors this year I won’t kick you out. It is also your first offence, so I won’t punish you both too harshly.” She finally moves from in front of you both to behind her desk at the whiteboard. “Now that all of that is settled let's start class shall we?”

“DUCK!” Ms.Torrent yells as the cauldron in front of her starts to bubble ferociously. You and Sicheng immediately get under your respective lab tables eyes still towards the front preparing for the worst. Pretty soon the fushia colored liquid inside explodes the miniature mushroom cloud filtering out into the caricature of a duck. Ms. Torrent’s laughs fill the room at her joke and you can’t help but to let out some giggles as the duck slowly deforms when the smoke starts to disperse in the air.

“Oh shoot, it’s almost time for class to be over. You both should be getting ready to head back now, but before you go don’t think I forgot about your punishment. I was going to do this myself when I got back from my trip in two weeks-I already told you both about it-but now I don’t have to. Tomorrow you both will come here and do my inventory, clean up, and herb scavenging for me. I will write down everything you need to know, so have a good day and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She says it with a blinding smile, as if she didn’t just ruin your weekend and your only off day.

“Well hello my two beautiful apprentices. May I ask how your days have been before you guys get started?” With a head full of wild curls covered by a cliche witch hat Ms.Torrent enters the room with a satchel that clinks with every step she makes. A grunt leaves your mouth at the question, too tired to formulate an actual response. You were honestly surprised you were able to make it on time. You didn’t care to dress according to your usual school attire, instead opting out for gym shorts and a loose crop sweatshirt.

You look over at Sicheng sitting quietly in his chair on the other side of the room for the first time today and see he also exchanged his usual leather jacket and jeans for a tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Honestly, if you didn’t hate this man with every fiber of your being, you would say he looks rather delectable right now. His t-shirt basically melded with his body and his sweatpants left nothing to the imagination when you looked at his strong thighs highlighting almost all of the muscles you knew he had, seeing as how he was captain of the soccer team in regular school. If you looked hard enough you could almost see a dick prin-.

“Oh my, look at the time! I have to head out soon. Okay, so for one, you guys just have to clean up the place; you know, sweep, dust a little, and mop if you’re feeling crazy. Meanwhile for the inventory, I have made a list of the things I should have and exactly how much as of right now and I also made a list for the scavenging. I listed everything I need and exactly how much I need,” she says handing the paper to you.

Taking a look at all the things she needs, you notice she doesn’t tell you where to get the stuff she needs. You stop her just before she walks out of the door. “Oh that, well I wouldn’t be your teacher if I didn’t help you get better at magic, and to do so I did not list where each plant could be found nor did I list the safest way to obtain them. That my dear little flounders is for you to figure out, I trust you won’t kill yourselves.” She winks as she shouts her departure before you hear a crackle in the sky and see lightning the color of the most vivid orange you had ever seen appear and disappear in the blink of an eye with Ms.Torrent.

Looking over at Sicheng, you see his phone in his hand and realize he was more than likely too occupied with it playing games to realize what Ms.Torrent just said. “Hey come on, let’s get this over with. I want to go home and sleep as soon as possible,” you say to him, standing up, the sound of your chair squeaking against the floor before you walk over, grabbing the broom and duster out of the supply closet.

Looking him in the eye, you toss him the broom and sit the duster on the teacher’s desk as you clean the whiteboard. You hear him stand up, and the sound of the broom sweeping against the floor echoes through the room. There’s a nice silence hanging in the air and neither of you dare to break it. Finishing up the whiteboard, you move to start dusting. Not looking where you’re going, you collide with a sturdy yet soft surface. A smell, a sort of calming masculine scent with a hint of spice and detergent hit your nose, and you looked up to see Sicheng staring back at you, eyes blazing, and as you inhaled more of the intoxicating scent you thought in your mind that it actually really fit him.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” he says in a stiff voice whilst his hands go to your shoulders, moving you out of his way so that he can start on the inventory upstairs while he waits on you to finish dusting. You nod your head instinctively, not really processing what just happened. You decide to clean the surface of Ms.Torrent’s plants since you read somewhere that doing that helps with growth. Once you finish you start absentmindedly dusting anything you see, trying to think about something else. You’re almost done dusting seeing as how there wasn’t much dust on the bottom floor, you’ve already found yourself on the top floor when you make it to the shelves. Starting from the bottom, you dust the parts as Sicheng sweeps up near where you just got done dusting.

You run into a problem when you can no longer reach the rest of the shelves to dust them because they’re too high up. Standing on your tiptoes, you feel your shorts ride up as you try your hardest to reach until you realize it's no use. You start casting a spell to clean the top when you feel a presence behind you and all of a sudden the heady smell invades your nostrils again, and you feel heat radiating from the body situated behind you.

“Let me help.” Sicheng’s strong voice reverberates through the quiet air and you can feel the vibrations from his chest on your back as one of his hands lands on your waist while the other takes the duster from your hands. You can feel the heat from his hand on your waist and for some reason it stirs something inside of you. His strong body is pinned against yours and you can feel just about every ridged curve on the surface of his skin. You’re so close together that you know your ass is lightly pressed against his crotch.

The urge to grind against his covered dick is tempting and suddenly you come to your senses as you wonder what the hell you’re thinking. You quickly spin around in his arms to face him, placing your hands on his chest and your movement causes Sicheng to look down at you. “Uhh I-I’ll g-go get the herbs. Bye,” you ramble out as you shove him firmly to the side so that you could move from under him. You grab your rucksack and the list that she left and run down the stairs and out of the door.

Walking in the woods got to be tiring so now you’re just floating swiftly but calmly, passing trees on the way. You’re a little ways from having all of the herbs on the list, only needing one more to finish. You had been scavenging for magic herbs and plants before, so you knew what type of places to look for most of the ones listed. You don’t really know what she meant by ‘the safest way to obtain them; so far you haven’t come across any troubles that could be a potential threat to your life.

Looking at the time, you see it’s about midday. If you moved a little faster, hopefully you could be done before 3. Looking in a book of herbs, you see the name of the last one herb you have to get: the Spiky Skunkweed. It says that the skunkweed is known for its pungent rotting flesh odor. Some say it smells just like a dead skunk that emits up to a 5 mile radius. The only way one can even think of going near and hoping to obtain it is to stop the smell. “Five mile radius, huh?” you say out loud, sniffing the air to see if you smell anything similar to what you read. With no noticeable unpleasant odor, you determine that you don’t have the time to float around until you smell it.

You open your grimoire and see if there’s a spell to enhance your sense of smell. “Found it.” Outburst of Senses, it increases your senses ten fold. Reading over the incantation method, you take the sacred oil and apply it to your nose preparing to voice the spell. You start chanting unrecognizable words to any who would hear as the oil on your nose starts to tingle. Casting consistently, you feel your sense of smell getting better; you’re now able to smell even the tiniest amount of dew sat upon the plants beneath your feet. The tingle on your nose has now resolved to an itchy burn and you look down, seeing that the spell is almost over. The last words of the incantation sit softly upon your lips as the burn on your nose dies down.

Now with your magnified sense of smell, you’re able to quickly smell the Spiky Skunkweed almost as if it were right beside you. Speeding up your floating, you head in the direction of the scent. Even though the overpowering stench of the plant clouds your senses, you’re still able to enjoy the other bountiful amount of smells. Smells you had never smelt in your life hit your nostrils each giving different impressions. You could smell the twangy bitterness of Twin Winberries on a bush that was miles away from you so vividly you could almost taste it. The scent of the sickly sweet sap trapped inside of every other tree you passed was so strong that it almost made your stomach hurt just from thinking of eating it.

The scent of the Skunkweed was getting stronger and your intensified smell was starting to work against you. The rancid odor of dead skunk slowly overtook everything until that was all you could smell. You felt like puking and turning back with how terrible it was, and pretty soon your eyes started to water as you got even closer; anymore and you would start gagging. Flipping the pages of the grimoire, you read how to get rid of the spell early. Exorcism of Senses, you had to take a purified cloth and rub the oil off of the applied area.

Good thing you always carry a travel pack of purified cloth with you. Rubbing the oil off of your nose you felt a split second of relief from the putrid smell until it all came rushing back. You thought you had done something wrong until you realized that you were within the five mile radius and you could tell from how strong the smell still was despite not being as bad you figured you were getting close. Good thing you knew just which spell you were gonna use to get this smell away so you could get this herb. The words of an incantation quickly left your lips as you cast this spell as fast as possible because the scent was starting to make you get light headed and that caused your concentration to fade.

A ring of pure white light appeared in your gathered hands keeping them in front of you as you walked. You managed to absorb the stench and clear a path for you to make your way to the plant. The fumes started to noticeably float in the air with you as you soon were able to see the plant you had to obtain. Ms. Torrent wants three stems and luckily that is exactly how many that grow in the spot. Using the ring to absorb the scent allowed you to be able to take your clippers and snip off three decently sized stems and place them in a glass bottle. Speeding back the way you came you come to a stop when you feel like you shouldn’t be able to smell the Skunkweed anymore.

And when you realize it’s gone, you instantly fall to the ground, not caring about your knees and hands screaming from the impact, taking in the deepest breath you’ve ever had in your life. Your nose feels as if it’s about to fall off with how much it’s been through in such a short amount of time. Many deep breaths later you find yourself slumped against a tree attempting to stop the dizziness so that you can function. Your eyesight slowly clears up and you start to mumble a very familiar spell, one that you use at least once a day, Hex of Greater Healing. It’s a good thing you practice spells everyday and have a large stamina or else you’d be fucked.

As the white aura surrounds your body you feel your nose start to hurt less as the spell speeds up the healing process. The scratches on your knees and hands also close themselves as you begin to feel less like shit. You’ve finally collected all of the herbs, you assume this is what Ms. Torrent meant by not killing ourselves. Well you’ve barely escaped that so you should head back now. With a snap of your fingers you start levitating again moderately heading back to the cottage.

Wiping your mouth you rid the area of any excess berry juice. On the way back you decided to get a few bushels of Twin Winberries whilst also stopping by the waterfall to have a drink after the berries. You look at the time and see that only an hour and a half has passed since the last time you checked. You’re still good to leave early as long as Sicheng did his part while you were gone. Making your way to the wooden gate of the cottage you start to walk up the bridge your rucksack alerts whatever is by of your every step. Without thinking you slam the door rather loudly and right after you hear a glass shatter followed by an aggressive ‘Shit!’

“Aye yo Sicheng, are you okay up there? I’m back from scavenging. Did you finish dusting and sweeping? I wanna do this inventory and get outta here,” you say as you start to unload your bag. Sicheng’s loud footsteps echo as he basically races down the steps.

“Why the fuck did you slam the door?!” Not expecting his sudden outburst you turn your head toward him with a partial stank face at his attitude.

“The fuck crawled up your ass and died while I was gone?”

“You just made me drop a potion I was checking for inventory in Ms. Torrents office because you for some reason decided to bust in here like you’re the council or some shit.”

“Damn, my bad it was an accident; you don’t have to be such a dick about it,” you say, raising your hands before getting in a defensive stance. “Not like I could expect anything else from you though, seeing as how you’re always a dick.”

“Oh so now you’re turning this around on me.” A dry laugh comes out of his mouth as he looks at you incredulously. “Of course little miss perfect can do no wrong, huh?”

You and Sicheng were so occupied with your argument that you had forgotten all about the spilled potion upstairs. That is until it hit you.

Standing face to face with Sicheng your body began to feel..different. The more you breathed in, the more you felt it. In the pit of your stomach a hunger unlike something you’ve ever felt before starts to formulate. You thought it was only you feeling different until Sicheng slowly leaned closer towards your face, causing you to lean back a little once you realized just how close he was. You started to feel his warm breath splay across your face heating it more than it already was. “W-What is going on? Do you feel a little different too?” You breathe out on a barely audible whisper.

You know he heard you when he nodded yes, seemingly just as confused as you were “What exactly was the potion you wasted in Ms. Torrent’s room?” You ask the tall male trying to see what had you feeling so...aroused? The uncomfortable heat you felt between your legs had you attempting to rub them together discreetly.

But that doesn’t go unnoticed Sicheng’s keen eyes pick up on your subtle movement. A few beats of silence go by, “I-I don’t know and frankly right now I don’t believe I care.” he finally says as his hands land on your waist.

“Sicheng-”

“Don’t..Don’t say my name right now unless you want something bad to happen.” He says shutting his eyes tightly as if he were trying to keep himself from doing something he might regret.

“Sicheng.” You bring your hand up to his cheek, slowly caressing it with your thumb, causing his eyes to flutter open. If someone had told you that you would be doing this an hour ago, you would’ve turned them into a frog and flew away cackling into the moon, but as his warm brownish black eyes stared intensely and honestly into yours, causing you to get even more flustered than you already were especially when you started to feel a wetness come about in your underwear, you knew you would be a fool if you didn’t take this shot. Of course, you could feel the tension between you and said male that always lingered, but you knew that you nor him would ever act on it without a shove from an outside force.

“Look at me.” He says making sure he has your full attention. “I’m gonna give you three seconds to stop me but once those are up, you’re mine.” His hand goes up to cup your chin gently as he starts to count.

“C’mere.” His hands on your waist pull you to him as his mouth lands on yours. Your lips overlap, teeth clashing as all the pent up emotion is now flowing out in waves, coupled with the added intensity of what you’re beginning to assume is a very strong aphrodisiac; you guys just might rip each other apart.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, breaking your embrace. His hands move to your thighs, tapping to signal you to jump. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to his lab table. Sitting you down, he starts to kiss you again softer yet somehow still with the same animalistic passion. His tongue slips into your mouth, caressing your tongue in the process. Wet smacks of your lips can be heard all throughout the room and the silky wetness of his tongue on yours has you releasing a hot breath.

You pull a groan from his mouth as you start to grind against his stiff erection. It's almost as if it’s about to rip through his pants just to get inside you. Your hips gyrate as best as possible against him, coaxing him to join. He removes his lips from yours to kiss down your neck, slightly nipping as he goes. A moan falls from your lips as he kisses your neck, finding your sweet spot and causing the heat in your lower abdomen to increase.

Your hand travels to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him before you meld your lips together again. Finding their way lower, your hands start to massage his dick and a soft groan leaves his lips. “Suck my dick for me, baby.” And he doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re already on your knees, pulling his pants down. “I don’t think you know many times I’ve wanted to shut this pretty mouth of yours up with my cock,” he says as his member slips out of his underwear, smacking against his abdomen.

Giving it a few pumps, you immediately put him inside your mouth and get to work. The heat from his dick is so intense you think your tongue will burn as it slips past your lips. You circle your tongue around the head of his cock, flicking the hole on purpose when you feel his hand land on your head. “Can I fuck your mouth, princess?” Looking up at him, you moan at the mere thought of him fucking your mouth as if it was your wet cunt.

You nod your head to signal yes so quick you fear you may get whiplash as your hand works its way down into your underwear. You start to rub your clit slowly, working yourself up. You’re so wet you swear you would drip on the floor if your bottom was bare. Sicheng’s hands come to your head, grabbing it firmly before he starts to thrust into your mouth, your spit flying everywhere. The sounds you make as his dick hits the back of your throat are all you can hear.

One of your hands comes up to grip his muscular thigh, fingers digging into the skin in order to steady yourself from his thrusts. “Ohhh fuckkkk, this is good,” he moans, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me like that, baby, or I’m gonna cum,” he says when he sees that you’re still staring at him. His thrusts stop right before he is about to cum. Refusing to let him stop like that, you take matters into your own hands. Letting go of his thigh, you grab his dick and start to swirl your tongue around his head, flicking under while constricting your cheeks. “Shit, baby stop. I-It’s too much, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that--” He barely gets to finish his sentence before his cum spurts into your mouth. His moans that fill the air and the uncontrollable jerk of his hips cause you to whine under him as you swallow his cum.

“Damn kitten, I thought I told you to stop. I would punish you but you look too delectable right now,” He says, lifting you up from the ground and putting you on the table. In the process of pulling your pants down he hears your voice. “What was that baby?”

Usually you would have some sort of qualm about asking this but as you steadily intake more and more of the fragrant aphrodisiac all of your inhibitions get thrown out of the window as you practically beg, “Please let me ride your face.”

You see him stop for a second before a slight blush spreads on his cheeks to his ears. Just the thought of you quivering in ecstasy on his face, getting yourself off, has him almost ready to cum again. Trading places with you, he puts his body on the table, getting comfortable despite his legs hanging off. He looks at you expectantly as he awaits you to sit atop your throne. You finish stripping yourself of your pants and your shirt and bra while you’re at it and move to get on his face.

With a thigh on each side of his head, you lower yourself onto his face and the reaction is almost instant. One of Sicheng’s hands comes up to grab on your ass and while the other invades your juicy cunt and his tongue lands on your clit. The combined power of his wet muscle and fingers has you seeing stars. His fingers thrust into you, scissoring as he delves deeper inside. His tongue laps up the running juices that fall from your dripping hole as he preps you for his thick cock.

Your hands shoot to his hair in an instant once he finds your g-spot, body convulsing from the stimulation. “You like that, babygirl?” he asks as his lips wrap around your clit, lightly sucking on the small bud before barely grazing his teeth against it. Your brain is so foggy you don’t even notice how he adds a third finger inside of you, thrusting rapidly as he flexes his wrist. The rough pads of his fingers rub against your g-spot over and over, causing your body to curl in on itself as you grip the hair on his scalp. You feel the climax strike before you know it, whimpers falling from your mouth and you’re just barely able to stay seated upright from the internal attack.

Your body feels like jello as you try to remove yourself from Sicheng’s face before you suffocate him. “You taste so good kitten, that just about made me want to lick you dry,” he says, wiping the excess juices from his mouth.

A slow smile reaches across your features as you stand up, planting your hands on the table as you bend over, shaking your ass a little as you do. “Fuck me, please,” you ask, staring boldly into Sicheng’s eyes. And it was as if something shifted in the air because before you could ask again he was already behind you, inserting himself.

It was like finally getting rid of an itch neither of you could reach. Moans and claps filled the room as he thrusts into you like an animal. The smack of his hips against yours feels extravagant. Your tits bounce as if they have a mind of their own. His balls hit your clit adding even more fuel to the fire. If you didn’t know any better you would think you both were in heat with the way he was ramming his cock into your tight snatch.

“Fuck you’re so tight it’s like a soft vice is gripping my dick- Shit.” You never would’ve thought he could fuck you like this. Maybe it’s the added effect of the Aphrodisiac but you didn’t care either way. Even though deep down you wanted this to be real with everything in you you knew it wasn’t. His hands cup your tits as he lifts your top, half forcing you to stand back-to-chest. His lips land softly on your shoulder as his dick destroys you. The coil in your stomach strings ever-so-tight. The sudden way he bites your shoulder has you clenching onto him and you think that’s the last straw.

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum. Do that shit again, baby.” And you wholeheartedly agree with his statement. As you clench again you feel the band in your stomach snap and you’re met with a climax that almost surpasses the one earlier. His cum pours into you and you swear you’re on cloud 9. “Damn I’m still hard.” he spits and before you can think he has you back on the table this time in his lap.

With his cock still stuffing you, he pulls your legs back behind you both so you’re sort of kneeling forward, and his hands tightly grip your sides as he brings you all the way back down. The sound that rips through your throat has anything within a 10 mile radius running for the hills. You feel the growl deep in his throat rumble against your back. It felt like he impaled you with his cock. He reached places you never knew existed.

You have never felt so full in your life. Already having been filled with his seed, now he was fucking you again as if it is the last thing he would ever do, you feel like you were going crazy with ecstasy. The way his body feels against yours did nothing to help. The hard planes are a stark contrast with the soft--some would even say plushy--expanse of your body. You don’t even have to move seeing as Sicheng does that for you. He puts his arms to good use as he roughly lifts you up only to smack you against his hips. You knew they would probably be bruised in the morning.

You feel like you’re gonna pass out from all of this. It’s too much for you to take in all at once, especially after you had already almost had a near death experience earlier. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as you contemplate if you could cum again, the overstimulation starting to kick in as you get even more sensitive. “Sicheng. I-I don’t think I can cum again,” you slur against his ear looking up at the male.

“Last one baby, I know you can do it,” he says looking at you. His thrusts speed up as he tries to hurry and get you both to the end. Your consciousness started to slowly fade as you felt what would be your last orgasm of the night. With a broken moan Sicheng cums one last time as you feel your body start to shake as you experience the most explosive orgasm yet your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fade into black.

The feeling of soft sheets feels heavenly against your body. You awaken to find yourself in a bed somewhere unknown. You notice a shirt and underwear covering your body as you sit up and take in your surroundings. At that moment Sicheng walks in from a door in the room. “Oh you’re awake, finally.” Sliding into bed next to you, he wraps his arms around your waist, sticking his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands lay on top of his as you slightly turn your head. “Where are we?” you ask, looking at his hair.

A muffled, “My house,” comes from the boy’s mouth, and you don’t have a chance to react before he pulls you down to lay on him. Looking up at his ceiling, you wonder if you should ask this or not.

“What does this make us?” Sicheng asks, tightening his grip on you, taking the words right out of your mouth. “Because I actually... really like you, and I want to go out with you.” Turning your head, you look up at the attractive male, intently listening to what he has to say. “I know it may not sound true but I’m serious when I say I really do like you. I have for a while now, I just didn’t have the courage to make a move until we were under the effects of the aphrodisiac.”

“I-I guess I like you too. At least, I’m willing to date you and see where this goes,” you say, laying your head back on his chest, sighing at the calmness of the moment. “One thing though. I think we should both apologize to each other. We’ve both said some hurtful things and I don’t want to start a relationship with that.” Turning over in his arms you look him in the eyes sitting your chin on his chest. “I’m sorry for saying the things I did. I admit I shouldn’t have said them and they were wrong.”

“Come here,” he says, lifting you up to kiss your lips. “You’re so cute. I’m sorry as well. I don’t really know anything about you or what you faced, and I shouldn’t have said anything.” You guys are a breaths width away till your lips softly meet again.

“So, uhh, what are we gonna tell Ms. Torrent about the missing bottle of aphrodisiac?”

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I Pretend You’re Mine-2

Chapter Two: We Learn to Live with the Pain (Mosaic Broken Hearts)

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A/N: Thanks so much for all of your support on Chapter One. I’m so excited that you love it as much as I do! Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for this story. Also, not sure how I feel about this one. Be warned: I hate Jennifer Blake.

Derek and Rose’s ‘engagement’ was supposed to stay a secret between the four of them. So, naturally, all of her friends knew about it. Even if she tried (and she really, really wanted to) Rosalie couldn’t push the thought of the upcoming ruse to the back of her mind. Her friends wouldn’t let her.

It started out innocently enough. A ‘Hey Rosie, Derek looks hot, don’t you think’ here or a ‘Friends to lovers is the best, right Rosalie’ there. Rosalie was used to it. Ever since she returned to Beacon Hills and became close with all of Lydia’s friends, who had somehow become Derek’s in the span of years, they’d been relentless with their teasing of Derek and her.

The joking she could handle.

It was when they used Rosalie’s feelings for Derek for their own amusement that it really started to bug her.

Wednesday had been the day from hell. It all started in Rosalie’s first period class. One of her more bold students, captain of the lacrosse team, had greeted her not with his normal, ‘What up, Miss H?’. No, the boy strutted right in, stopped at her desk, and said, ‘How’s it going, Mrs. Hale?’ with a shit-eating grin. Alex Layhue was normally the last to arrive to class, right before the late bell rang, so, of course, all of Rose’s other students had heard him. And began to refer to her as Mrs. Hale. Which had spread like wildfire, and then all of the kids called Rosalie by Derek’s surname.

It only stopped once she’d threatened detention. By the time eighth period was over, Rosalie was fuming and ready to stomp right out onto the lacrosse field to give her good friend, Assistant Lacrosse Coach Scott McCall, a piece of her mind. Instead, Rosalie raced out the door as soon as she was allowed to leave, forgoing her normal after-school visit to Derek’s classroom.

Rosalie’d reached her apartment, eternally thankful that the shitshow was over, when she had spotted it: a poorly taped rose on the front door, with a sign next to it. A rather crude sign.

Congrats on the D(erek). Love, Isaac. The words were bad enough. Isaac had to go and include a rather accurate drawing of Derek as a, um, d.

She had ripped the sign off the front door, threw it into the wastebasket under the kitchen sink, then punched the damned thing a few more times for good measure.

Then, Rose had called and screamed at Isaac. She couldn’t remember what was said in her anger, but Rosalie knew that a few choice words were thrown in, along with ‘obscene’, ‘tasteless’ and ‘terrible friend’.

Isaac showed up at the woman’s front door an hour after the ‘conversation’ holding a bottle of wine in one hand and takeout in another, a guilty smile on his face. Rosalie forgave him. Eventually.

That night, she’d had a very vivid dream about Derek’s dick. Rosalie woke up the next morning, covered in sweat, and knew that if she saw Derek she would spontaneously combust, and, well, other things that she didn’t want to even ponder.

So, Rosalie spent the rest of the week eating lunch in her car, leaving right after the final bell, and basically avoiding her best friend at all costs.

Until today. Rosalie had been waiting all week to watch this movie, and she would be damned if the deafening bang of construction across the street from her apartment building would keep her from Peter Kavinsky.

The door to the loft slid open, and Derek sauntered in, hands full with grocery bags. He paused at the sight of Rosalie, his face contorted in disgust.

“Get that shit off my TV!” he grumbled.

Rosalie paused the movie, looking up at him with a sharp glare. “It is not shit, Derek Sebastian Hale. It is romance. You wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass.”

Derek scoffed. “Oh yeah? Remember, my senior year, when I showed up in front of my ex’s house all John Hughes-like and quoted Shakespeare at her like a total douche?”

“Mmm, yeah. And that went over swimmingly, didn’t it, Romeo? I specifically remember having to clean the cut on your forehead from the rock that she threw at you.” Rosalie snorted.

Derek ignored her, hauling the bags into the kitchen and shoving items into cabinets. Rose joined him, grabbing a bag of refrigerated foods. As she pulled out the milk, a slip of paper flittered to the ground. She reached down to grab it, stopping short when she found that a phone number was written on the back of the receipt.

“Elena Soto gave you her phone number?” Rosalie asked Derek.

Damn. Rosalie suspected that Elena was after Derek since the day that the new Spanish teacher started at BHHS. Two weeks ago. Girl had game, Rosalie gave her that.

Derek put down the box of noodles in his hand and scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at his friend. Rosalie could see a hint of pink on his cheekbones and wondered if the man had actually gotten a sunburn after years of making fun of her for her lobster-tone skin in the summertime.

“Yeah. She, uh, asked me out to dinner next Saturday night.”

Rosalie straightened herself back up and busied with putting food in the fridge. She feigned nonchalance, asking, “And what did you say?”

“I told her thank you, but I’ll be in Hawaii… with you.”

The woman hid her smug smile in the inside of the refrigerator. Serves Elena right. “I thought you’d forgotten. Since you haven’t, you know, even brought it up since Disneyland.”

“I didn’t forget. And it’s not like you brought it up, either.”

True. Rosalie was avoiding that discussion like the plague. She knew that she’d be able to pull of fake fiancée. She’d had feelings for Derek that were successfully repressed since she was sixteen. But Derek… he’d made it very clear that he felt nothing more than familial love towards Rosalie. How could he convincingly play madly in love with her?

“I’m sorry I cockblocked your hot date with Senorita Soto,” Rose confessed, tone sounding more harsh than intended.

“Rosalie.”

She pulled her head out of the fridge and shut the door. The BB-8 magnet her niece bought him at Disney was displayed proudly towards the top. Rosalie studied it as an excuse to not look at Derek, lest he catch onto her jealousy.

She was losing her touch. Rosalie had built an excellent poker face over the years, and she let her friends’ suggestions and one bold woman break it. Rose had to up her game.

“Rosalie, you know I didn’t mean it like that. It’s why I didn’t bring Elena up. You’re my best friend. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Rosalie smiled deviously up at him, all thoughts of Elena Soto gone and replaced again with Peter Kavinsky. “Does that include watching my romcom?”

Derek rolled his eyes with a playful smile. He eventually gave in after Rose told him she would buy them a pizza.

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Rosalie tried to enjoy the movie, but one thought plagued her mind like some annoyingly catchy song.

Fake dating contract. It was so cringey she didn’t want to bring it up. But she did anyways.

“Hey Derek? This sounds so stupid, but since you and I are two adults playing pretend, don’t you think you and I should, you know, come up with rules for our charade?” Rosalie shoved pizza in her face to distract herself from any comment that would come next.

Derek laughed. “Yeah, ok, Lara Jean Comey.”

“It’s Covey, not Comey… and I’m serious, Der. You and I have both been shit on by our significant others. Don’t you think it would be good for us to come up with some kind of guidelines, so this doesn’t get out of hand and neither of us get hurt?”

Derek sighed, putting his plate down on the coffee table and giving Rosalie his full attention. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Rosalie bit her lip, thinking. When she came up with nothing, she asked, “Do you have any dealbreakers?”

“I’m not making Drew jealous,” he swiftly announced.

Rosalie’s eyes shot up to his. “I’m not in love with Drew anymore, so there’s no need to make him jealous.”

“Thank God. What about you?”

She ignored the former comment. Rose did have a dealbreaker. She knew it would sound totally prudish on her end, but Rosalie knew her limits.

“No… No kissing.”

“What do you mean no kissing? Like, I can’t kiss you at all, or no tongue? Because I sure as hell know that we won’t be believable if I can’t kiss you.”

“And how would you know that?”

Derek pursed his lips. “I remember having an in-depth conversation with your brother about how gross you and Drew were together.”

Rosalie gaped at him. “And you didn’t stick your tongue down Jennifer’s throat at your engagement party?! It was like witnessing some messed-up porno. And, in my defense, Drew initiated every public—”

“I did not have my tongue down Jen’s throat!”

“Then why did Laura tell you two to get a room?”

Derek scowled. “Moving on…”

“Ok, rule 1: yes, to kissing. No tongue.” Rose ticked on her finger. “Two, no checking out other women. Like, at all.”

“You think I would do that when I’m engaged? I’m not a total dick.”

“I know that Derek. I’m just saying, when you were younger—”

“When I was younger. I’ve matured a lot since I was eighteen.”

She smacked his shoulder playfully. “You sure about that, Mr. I-throw-a-tantrum-every-time-I-lose-to-Scott-at-pool?”

“Shut up.”

“You can’t deny it, Hale. I know you too well… anything else to add?”

“No sex,” Derek said so suddenly that Rosalie about fell out of her spot on the couch.

“I…” She started, but couldn’t formulate a sentence, so she just nodded her agreement.

They sat in silence for a while, Rosalie processing what the hell happened.

“Let me warn you now. I don’t know how to be a good fiancé,” Derek added so softly that Rosalie might have missed it if she wasn’t so in tune with him.

“Derek…” She looked up to meet his green eyes, full of turmoil, of ghosts of past hurts. A haunted look that Rosalie knew too well. Only because she wore it too, late at night when she was alone with her demons.

Rosalie’s heart broke for him, and she pulled him into a hug. Derek was rarely vulnerable, preferring to keep those emotions locked tight. Rosalie was thankful that he opened himself up enough to let her see that side of him.

“You were a good fiancé, Der. It wasn’t your fault, that it ended. Jennifer was a bitch… I knew she wasn’t good for you,” Rosalie whispered into his shoulder, squeezing him tight so he knew that she meant every word.

Derek’s hot breath fanned over Rose’s neck as he spoke. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

She pulled away from him, leaving her hands on his shoulders. Rosalie set him with an unimpressed look. “Would you have listened?”

Derek shook his head, a small smile overtaking the once hard line of his lips. “Nah, probably not.”

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coffeeshoptalkks · 3 years

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nct 127 kibbe types

key: (D) dramatic, (SD) soft dramatic, (FN) flamboyant natural, (N) natural, (SN) soft natural, (DC) dramatic classic, (C) classic, (SC) soft classic, (FG) flamboyant gamine, (G) gamine, (SG) soft gamine, (TR) theatrical romantic, (R) romantic

the boyss ! ! !

taeil: SG? little unsure about this one... i considered R but his limbs are longer than an Rs would be but i would probably say he has a R essence as flowier fabrics like this look good on him

relatively large head in comparison to body

isnt delicate the way a TR would be

also TR lines don’t look great on him

im so sorry i always use ten for TR but like, TRs are freaking hard to type and hes non ambiguous so whoops

you can really see the contrast here

i feel like they always style him as a FG? and he just doesn’t have the yang to handle it

think all the hair colors, excess excess amount of details that ty wears a lot

johnny: SD - sliGht C undertone

long and lanky ass balloon man

thats all i got... jk. kinda

not a D, too much yin.

i’ve seen FN but really, hes not frame dominant, just looks tallish with a little squish in him

handles details decently well - oversized isn’t the best look

the reason i said a tiny c essence/undertone is because i prefer him in more minimalist SD clothing, more detail does start to look a little ridiculous (i promise i mean that in the nicest way possible lol, don’t come for my entp ass)

the classic comes in cause he looks PHENOMENAL in traditionally classic lines with a little umph and also looser classic lines (the yin in SD)

i needed to include this masterpiece

taeyong: FG. ah yes, the debate about ty... some argue D but he just doesn’t have the vertical line

(sitting somewhere btween D and FG, but FG fits better)

obviously a yang type

but you immediately remove any sort of natural and SD cause he isn’t wide and he isn’t squishy

doesn’t have the vertical line for a D, even from a lower angle you don’t look at him and go “yes, hes really tall” and thats what Ds are really about

it doesn’t matter how tall someone actually is, its how tall they appear to be, and taeyong just looks his height

think about how well ty carries every concept

thats a FG thing. (i can’t find the exact quote but a staff member said that its really interesting to style ty because u can put so many elements on him without it overpowering him

yuta: FG. if taeyong is a FG then so is Yuta

somewhere on the spectrum between FG and D but has to be put in FG just cause a dramatic’s first and foremost trait is vertical line

my next guess would be SD but really he doesnt have enough yin in him, hes all sharp

but because hes sitting somewhere in between he’s not gonna carry as much detail as a “purer(?)” FG

hes 100% yang based but doesn’t have the vertical line of a pure D

this looks phenomenal

he looks like a friggin anime character excUse me sir

i’m fine no i’m not

doyoung (dongyoung): SD. i’ve seen DC, and i do get the argument, but he isn’t as sharp as a DC would be.

you take a look at this and he just isn’t sharp in the way that seonghwa or vernon are

hes definitely a yang type but hes got an undercurrent of yin

how do i explain this

SDs actually have a lot more yin than DCs despite them being placed closer to dramatic in a lot of graphs. (you know the ones i’m talking about)

even if you could make an argument for vertical line (as i think doyoung has a moderate to long one)

kai (a DC/C) is over 180 and yes he has a vertical line, but he has more yang than doyoung - hes just more boxy and has less yin

when i’m having trouble typing an idol i start looking really heavily at outfits and how they suit each style

doyoung just doesn’t make classic suits pop in the way a DC would

he looks restricted and needs a little extra yin detail to match

the neck scarf with the draping absolutely ties this look together and he absolutely rocks it

he just doesn’t give me DC vibes and i really do think that SD fits him better

jaehyun: SC. leaning on pure classic with some sort of yin essence

okay, ngl i had problems with this one

I saw somewhere (probably reddit lmao) that jaehyun has a SD head on a not SD body... and i couldn’t agree more

my first instinct was to go to SD but really, he doesn’t have the vertical line and details don’t feel right

idk if its just how he’s styled but i really can’t find an era where i lOve what jaehyun is in

i genuinely think he’s just a larger boned SC with some SD mixed in with a weird combo of essences

a good example of a SC ish look is this where you can see the moderate vertical line (despite being 5′11/180)

it might be my personal bias coming in but i really do like him in more minimal and somewhat looser clothing opposed to him drowning in details

this confuses me cause it feels like it should work but it doesn’t...

this looks awesome this is pretty darn decent but i still feel like something is missing

i compared jae’s vertical line to the SC poster boy joshua (svt 5th from the left) and kai (DC/C) and felt they josh’s was pretty similar but really, i wouldn’t rule out any of the classics or SD

idk if its just how he’s styled but i really can’t find an era where i lOve what jaehyun is in

tldr: big boned SC and thats as close as i’m gonna get lol

mark: FG. pretty self explanatory lol

leaning yang but obviously not a natural or (S) dramatic or classic

leaves you with FG

very sharp facial features

sharp sharp sharp

and a decent vertical line (looks his height ish)

rocks pretty much every hair color on the planet

if you asked me to nail down an essence i wouldn’t be able to hes just a FG lol

jungwoo: FN. classic essence

heres my problem with jungwoo... like jaehyun his type gets really ambiguous cause of essences not matching his actual body type (classic essence, FN type in this case)

because really, hes just too tall to be a DC,

too box like for SD

and his skin is much too yin to be a pure D (he is very squish, a true D - wonwoo svt is taught and yang through and through)

and once you rule out DC cause of height you’re kinda left with??

but his vertical line is just too prominent to be a DC, but hes not as shoulder heavy as most FNs and just?

*insert clown face*

a DC wouldn’t carry an oversized outfit like this

i actually like him in stuff like this, if not a little less oversized, he just looks so cozy

this gets close-ish but he looks a tad bit constricted

the reason i finally just gave in to FN is cause its as close as i think i can get. SD and D aren’t right, hes not a SN or pure N (jun svt) and in this pic (and others) you can kinda start to see that he IS actually more frame dominant than you first expect. (think like yanan pentagon, - minus the shoulders - super long limbs, lanky but still relatively squarish)

so FN it is

tldr: FN with a classic essence cause really thats (imo) the closest and best option you have and confused kpop fan

haechan (donghyuck): G. right now i would put him in pure G but he might hit FG at some point in the future cause he isn’t 21 in international age and his type is still settling

boom vs resonance

okay its not that different but i sWEar hes picked up more yang somewhere

not a SG because his isn’t absolutely massive in comparison to the rest of his body

chenle i’m looking at you (fifth from the left)

moderate to short-ish vertical line

sharp jawline vs squish face but he doesn’t have the sharp yang of a FG (mark)

just still got some squish on him

#winwin will be done with wayv as he is not active in 127 i hate u sm #kibbe #kpop kibbe #nct #nct 127 #nct 2020 #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #mark #haechan #donghyuk #nct analysis #nct imagine #nct headcanon #cstks

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hi! I was hoping to request something for the game!

Basics: I am 5’7”, cancer (I don’t believe in zodiacs because I’m like the opposite), Slytherin, ENTP, enneagram type 8. I’m Chaotic, sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, mean and a raging feminist. I also, and I quote, “act as if you drank 14 cups of coffee and used red bull as creamer” (Credits to my sister)

Looks: Skinny body type (i got nothing😭) hella pale, brown hair with red highlights, and hazel eyes that change color.

My Good/Bad Side: Some of my worst traits are selfishness, stubbornness, jealousy, vindictiveness, being manipulative, and rage. Some of my good traits are my intelligence, creativity, resourcefulness, and humor (which is very dark and sometimes offensive) Overall, I’m a pretty chill person but if you anger or provoke me the only advice I have is to run🙂

Fun Facts/Miscellaneous: I am Pagan/Wiccan and have an unhealthy obsession with collecting rocks and shells (and reading fanfics but let’s not worry about that🥴) I’m Moldovan and Romanian is my first language. I get like either no sleep or sleep until noon and I’m a big over-thinker and have anxiety. Believe me or not, but I can in fact see auras (if I concentrate but also sorta unfocus my eyes kinda; it’s weird) I am secretly touch-starved and a hopeless romantic. I am pretty social (or at least social enough to have 2 friends; I don’t think people need them though.) love being alone to have time to myself for reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, and listening to music.

(also for the s/o thingy I think you shipped me with Loki a while back but I’m fine with someone else if needed)

hoping that wasn’t too much😬

Hii ! Umumum... I did ship you once I remember lol ... but you unfollowed me ? Okay but try not doing it the next time or else I'll delete the game ask with the ship since I can't go against my rules :) . Yes , I still find Loki a good match for you ! Wow ! Can see you see auras online too ? Sorry if that sounded stupid but I'm dying to know my aura !

Coming back to your ship thank you for participating !

Your power is

Mind manipulation

Definitely , you cannot change my mind . It suits you very well . This power allows you to manipulate someone's mind as you wish it to . You can control them , get to know everything from them . This power is definitely useful for the Avengers . I think Nick Fury's gonna find you and propose you to be in the Avengers . You'll be one of the strongest addition in the team . Your way of working is quite different because mostly the Avengers attack physically while you'll attack someone mentally. Now , point to be noted is that you need immense concentration/intese emotions towards that person to penetrate someone's mind and you wouldn't be able to penetrate someone properly if that person is also someone like you . Also, no one of your kind can read your mind too , not just because you're one of them but because you are very powerful in it.

Your life with the Avengers

Your early life . You would be a simple orphan with strange powers that you tend to hide. You'd be the girl sitting in the corner , reading silently . You wrote each and every strange happenings which happened due to your power . You always knew you had some powers due to the coincidences of you wishing someone to do something and them doing it . The intese emotion was rage most of the time . You still kept it a secret until a man with black skin and black clothes took you . Confused as hell , you tried using your power but he put a blindfold on your eyes . Welcoming you to the Avengers by opening your blindfold , yoy met someone with a surname similar to yours , Maximoff .(I'm sorry if you didn't like this idea) . You , Pietro and Wanda were triplets . You all met in the Age of Ultron until you and Wanda lost your elder brother Pietro . Thor would be your good friend , which would make you visit Asgard and other places , encountering Loki. He and you would usually have sarcasm battles but your humours would match a lot , dark and sometimes offensive .

Now , being with Wanda from the attack for vision's stone to helping her break the time stone , you bonded over the years you both had lost . But , vision's death had broken her already . Being for her throughout the time , you entered the new mission of bringing everyone back. You battled Thanos , bringing everyone back . But loosing loki was another loss for you. (Okay I exactly don't know but..) being a pagan , you tried to communicate with Loki , succeeding in it . Even though you knew he was dead here , he was still there in AU .

Your bestfriend would be

Natasha Romanoff !

"Nat , can you please pass me a glass of water?" You asked while continuing to play the video game . "Do you think it's so easy to distract me ?" Nat questioned back , smirking at you while continuing to play , knowing she was winning . "Yes , in think it is.." you sass her , but she simply smiles . Pushing your hand a bit , she begins the daily push-fight between you both . Pushing her back , you start laughing , followed by Natasha . The pushing continued until you literally fell of the couch , the console falling from your hand . You chuckle , surprised at how she won the fight you always won . Getting up and purposely pushing her down , you try to knock the console in ther hand ,but in vain . Deciding to break the console instead , you sit on it , Natasha laughing . Suddenly , you heard Tony's voice "That's one of the costliest game consoles !" ..cue both of you laughing harder than earlier ..

Your s/o would be

Loki Odinson !

"Oh , hello Y/N , as always , you look ravishing!" Loki commented from behind you , as you took in the wonderful view in front of you . "Thank you , Loki. You look ugly , as always " you faked smile and continued to enjoy the scenery which was slowly changing into night . "Now , I know that's a big lie , y/n . Pretty girls don't lie . Is this what your midgard technology teaches you? " he smirked with that . You decided to sass him and spoke "Once an old lady told me the same thing . I called her a hypocrite and unplugged her life support " . His smirk simply grew as he spoke "I like it" . It annoyed you to the moon , but bought a smile on your face anyways . You continued to talk with him as his hands made his way around your shoulder and your head laid on his chest. He kissed your brown hair, digging into the highlights with his nose at the solace of finally having you in his arms . Being together with your boyfriend , your love , you stood enjoying the time . Later at night , you were reading a book when Loki entered . He smiled at your figure reading the book so interestingly . He walked over to you while you were on your bed ,took the book from you and read it for both of you while he laid his head on your lap , your hands running through his dark hair. You knew he was doing this so that you could stop overthinking and spend some time together . Ofcourse , he had foreseen something he hadn't told you .

The next morning , or you can say , afternoon , you woke up on the bed alone . Ofcourse , Loki had left already . Smiling at the thought of what happened yesterday , how loki took care of you and you both spent time together, you began writing the dear diary .

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for participating !

#marveledit #marvelheroes #marvel ships #marvel #loki x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki of asgard #natahsa romanoff #natasha romanoff #tani plays games #tani's friend #game for you all #Bea 👯‍♀️#ship requests #ship request

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21secondsofchristoph · 3 years

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Here is a full translation of the interview featured in Max Magazine.

Original text by Andreas Wrede

This was a lot of work so PLEASE don’t post this elsewhere without credit.

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This story with and about Christoph Waltz is a story coming full circle. A little more than 3 decades ago, a small group of editors and photojournalists, graphic artists and authors started developing the pilot for the first German issue of MAX, made possible by Dirk Manthey, the publisher from Hamburg’s Milchstraße, who knew the magazine from Italy, France and Greece. And who made me the founding-editor in chief. Three decades later, the derivative is released, thanks to publisher Max Iannucci. In 1990, Christoph Waltz was in an episode of “Der Alte”, among other things before he played the torn schlager music star Roy Black in “Du bist nicht allein – Die Roy Black Story” �� but we will get to that later.

Now Christoph Waltz is an award-winning, internationally known actor, who won two Oscars for best supporting actor. That is unique for a German-speaking actor. Born in Vienna in 1956, he now lives in Los Angeles – if you want to play a role in Hollywood, literally, you must be present in Los Angeles. And during our conversation in a red, furry saloon of the legendary hotel Sacher in Vienna, he emphasizes, “Hollywood is always the goal”.

The place is very fitting, considering Christoph Waltz grew up in Vienna, in a family that cultivated a great affinity for the work on stage for two generations. He says laconically, “You grow into a thing, you grow up with it, and thus, you acquire a familiarity early on, which you’d otherwise have to conquer with a lot more effort.” He often went to the movies from an early age on, but he spent even more time at the opera. “When I had time and had finished my homework, I enjoyed going to the opera.” Back then, a standing room ticket cost about ten Schilling, just a few cents in today’s currency. Little Christoph loved smuggling into the fascinating, secretive opera house.

Later he attended famous acting schools like the Max Reinhardt Seminar or Lee Strasberg’s Actors Studio with significantly less pleasure. “I didn’t like attending acting schools. They didn’t exactly broaden my horizon.” Christoph Waltz hardly found them inspiring. And when he received offers for movies and theater, he accepted them “instead of dealing and struggling with teachers”. He says this with few gestures and in an almost reporting tone, he has always trusted the energies inherent in him. He had his TV debut in “Der Einstand”, where he played a teenage delinquent. That was fitting, considering he continued playing roles which were different, unexpected, and specific, or roles he filled differently, unexpectedly, and specifically.

Christoph Waltz remembers his beginnings as an actor in the 70s a little wistfully. “There were still movies on TV, which were made as movies for television, as one dramatic entity.” Or when there used to be directors like the great Federico Fellini, who was “very, very specifically Italian in everything he did.” Christoph Waltz continues: “And because of this specificity he was able to reach so many people.” A phenomenon like Fellini is marked by obstinacy, nonconformity, and distinct individuality. However, some significant conditions also irritated Christoph Waltz, for instance, when he was hired for the Krzysztof-Zanussi-film “Leben für Leben” in 1991. “I wasn’t adequately informed about the conditions and backgrounds. And so, I found myself – surpsised – in front of a camera in Auschwitz.” How does one react to something like that? “Today, I would know how to react”, he stresses thoughtfully, “but today, that would be due to the self-confidence I acquired over the past years. Back then I felt: Now I’ve been hired for this film.” Alright, he adds, one grows through experience, some conflicts are worth going through. “It helps building character.”

Was the decision to play Roy Black a crystal clear one? Not at all, he responds smiling and closes his eyes for a second. “When my agent called me about it, my spontaneous reaction was: Complete humbug, and I can’t even listen to this music for three seconds.” It only became interesting for him when he learned that Roy Black originally wanted to play Rock ‘n’ Roll. Then he became interested in the tragedy of this character. And the thought that Roy Black’s wish was the desire for freedom and wildness, a wish many Germans shared, “which was inherent in the promising American machinery.” Although this freedom and wildness had always existed in Germany, lived out by people like Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, or Kandinsky.

“The film itself was great, but the marketing-weisenheimers managed to break this film. It would be a great cine film, but they advertised it as a sob story for television. Consequently, the real Roy-Black fans were disappointed, while the people who might have been interested in the movie judged: Leave me alone with this sob story twerp. Well, the weisenheimers are the weisenheimers, what can you do”, deems Christoph Waltz with a beautiful touch of Viennese sarcasm and barely noticeable risen eyebrows. One does not always have to instrumentalize the entire acting equipment with him. A few little cues are enough.

Many more films follow before someone calls from Hollywood and say he is supposed to participate in Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds. In our interview he calls this his “Quentin-jump”, where he is at eye level with Diane Kruger, Brad Pitt and Michael Fassbender in front of the camera. “Tarantino, we mentioned this before, stands for specificity and authenticity, he has an eye for both.” Did Christoph Waltz go into this production with a lot of respect? “With great respect.” He remembers an encounter with Sylvester Groth in front of a theatre in Babelsberg. “Every Thursday, Quentin showed movies during preparation. Once, Sylvester and I stood in front of the theatre and we both said: Imagine this, now we’ve been doing this for so long and suddenly we find ourselves here.” Then we paused for a few moments and kept going: Yes, and despite everything, we’re doing what we’ve always done – what we do, because that is what we do.”

Before Tarantino’s office could call again, other international projects followed, like The Green Hornet (with Cameron Diaz, Tom Wilkinson, James Franco) or Carnage (with Jodie Foster, Kate Winslet, John C. Reilly). Then Django Unchained (with Jamie Foxx, Leonardo DiCaprio, Samuel L. Jackson). For his role in Django Unchained, Christoph Waltz wins his second Oscar for best supporting actor in 2013 and Quentin wins another one for best original screenplay. But Christoph Waltz remains humble: “The opportunities presented to someone for personal growth always come to you through other people.” Although the actor always makes a binary decision. “Yes or no. Am I going to do it or not.”

Can one also make the wrong decision? “You decide for one or the other and from that other possibilities develop, but neither is better or worse.” That was not any different for Quentin Tarantino or for his first film and its director Reinhard Schwabenitzky, who saw him in acting school. Christoph Waltz leans forward and says confidentially: “The essential chances and opportunities were those which were presented to me by another mind, by a great talent, through a vision, which came from another person.” Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, humility is a virtue. But we do not want to conceal the fact that Christoph Waltz was the first German-speaking host on Saturday Night Live and that he received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (No. 2536, 6667 Hollywood Boulevard). The quote: “And Hollywood is always the goal.” Is correct, “like others say their goal is to get into heaven.” Hollywood, heaven: “I don’t mean to compare the two goals, but the setting of these goals. Especially Hollywood has been mythologized into more than it deserves credit for.” In this respect, as a myth, it is always the goal. Please don't tell anyone Christoph Waltz is over-the-top - the opposite is the case.

During our exchange in the Sacher, I mention one of my favorite books on film. It is Peter Biskind’s Easy Riders, Raging Bulls – How the Sex-Drugs-And-Rock’n’roll Generation saved Hollywood. It says: „There is no worse career move in Hollywood than dying. Hal Ashby is now largely forgotten, because he had the misfortune to die at the end of the 80’s, but he had the most remarkable run of any ’70 director. After ‚The Landlord‘, in 1970, he made ‚Harold and Maude‘, ‚The Last Detail‘, ‚Shampoo‘, ‚Bound for Glory‘, ‚Coming Home‘ and ‚Being there‘ in 1979, before his career disappeared into the dark tunnel of post-‘70’s, Me Decade Drugs and paranoia.“

It can be assumed that this won’t happen to Christoph Waltz? “That is a good example for the mythologizing I was referring to”, he responds. “I would claim that a legend like James Dean probably wouldn’t have developed at all, had he not driven himself to death in his Porsche at such a young age. Who knows what would have become of Marilyn Monroe, had she not put an early end to her complicated life.” And parallel to Hal Ashby, there probably were thousands of directors, who would have been happy to pay their next rent – by working in their profession. It is therefor about comparativeness.

Onto another career step, the James Bond movie Spectre, in which Christoph Waltz portrays the dark Blofeld, a character, who appeared in previous Bond movies. How do we have to imagine that? One sunny day the agent comes along and says: “You’re on the list for the next Bond movie”? Christoph Waltz knows there are no rules to this, especially when it is something like James Bond. A series that has been at the peak of possibilities for more than 50 years.” The producers have a lot to lose, they have to look very closely. Not only to keep up the standard, they also want to be ahead of their time.

Was it intriguing to play this bad boy a second time? Is it about an additional nuance of expertly irony; is it about the myth that is Bond? “This was another unique opportunity for me”, says Christoph Waltz, “a unique opportunity to include myself into such an incredibly successful series.” Now after Spectre, for the second time in No Time To Die – a title that can offer a bit of comfort in times of the world wide covid pandemic. And Christoph Waltz is in the Bond movie that will be Daniel Craig’s final Bond. “It’s his fourth Bond movie”, he counts, “the actors change but the role remains the same. Of course, the role acquires a different profile and thus, different facets.” But it remains James Bond. “And when a new actor gets the role, he has to fit into the role, not the other way around.” Once again, we will have to wait for this Bond movie. It will probably hit theatres in spring 2021.

It reminds one of Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida – we’ve seen it a dozen times but keep going to see it again. Nowadays you go to see the production, in the past you went to see whosit faithless. Speaking of productions: Are the demands towards a Bond director more extensive compared to other film projects? “Surely there are more things to keep an eye on compared to a low budget movie or an independent film. In productions like that, you often have to use the tools you have. In Denmark they had demands referring to this “, Christoph Waltz comments in a slightly mocking undertone. He means the group around Lars von Trier? “Precisely, they called it Dogma for fun, and the world took them seriously.” But that is part of it, right, part of the business.

Anyway, every little detail is carefully manufactured for a Bond movie. And that takes, apart from a lot of money, a great level of expertise and many employees, which combine into a story on film. “Legions of people work on every pixel, not to mention the light and the meaning of the music.” With all this in mind, it’s understandable how appealing it is to be in a movie like No Time To Die. Christoph Waltz has a lot of praise for the director, Cary Fukanaga: “He always knew exactly what he was doing and we knew exactly, why he did this or that”. Audiences were able to see this in previous projects, like the brilliant first season of True Detective, where he directed all eight episodes.

Christoph Waltz wouldn’t be Christoph Waltz if he didn’t show his extraordinary talents in unconventional projects as well, like the show Most Dangerous Game (with Liam Hemsworth, produced for Quibi). “What interested me there? The new dramatic form, it’s a story in 16 sections, each section only eight minutes long. We’re dealing with a new form of storytelling.” Does it remind him of the continuous comics that used to be in US-newspapers a few decades ago?

“Yes, it’s connected to that – but it also reminds me of Charles Dickens, who published many of his novels as newspaper installments. In Most Dangerous Game the great story arch is not lost, the suspense is carried from one episode into the next. “That is a sleight of hand.” And for that he received an Emmy nomination, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he was to win the prestigious award one day. But he pulled off other sleight of hands in the past. Or how the New York Times says in a headline: “Christoph Waltz directing Opera, moves from Tarantino to Verdi.” Adding his old comment to this: “The full-blooded, juicy movie experience has a lot of operatic qualities. I’m not talking about the film music, but about the rhythm and color and phrasing.” After “Der Rosenkavalier” (Music: Richard Strauss, Libretto: Hugo von Hofmannsthal), which he staged at the Antwerp Opera, came Giuseppe Verdi’s “Falstaff”, his second opera there.

“I’m not a fan of the never-seen-before concept”, says Christoph Waltz. He agrees with Susan Sontag’s essay Against Interpretation – in opera, there is a fix story, and the music is the central transmitter of this story. Over-interpretations can quickly become “dangerous sliding tackles.” Waltz wants to avoid those. “I want to show what the composers and authors meant.” He stayed true to Sontag’s principle in all three of his opera productions, the third on being Beethoven’s only opera “Fidelio”.

He is self-critical enough, “to personally take the risk of failing.” What would be the alternative?

“I’m just an actor, now what do the music critics, who take themselves so seriously say? Some foam at the mouth and brawl ‘the movie-bod is interfering in the opera’.” He prefers the critics that are capable of formulating things between the lines. “When I read elsewhere, that the very thing I was trying to convey can be seen in detail, then I’m quietly happy about it.” Sadly, the live performances of Fidelio fell victim to the covid-crisis, but there was a TV-screening on ORF, which can certainly be called presentable with 11% of the market-share. “During ‘Fidelio’ I first realized physically that music is a spatial experience.” Here fits another Waltz-quote: “Strip away anything that us unnecessary.” Ergo: Reduce the action to the interaction between the characters. That is an art he mastered to perfection in acting.”

For once, I could surprise the cleaned up, chatty, well-tempered Christoph Waltz with a little research.

In his birthyear, 1956, his fellow countryman Walter Felsenstein, founder and artistic director of the “Komische Oper” in Berlin filmed a version of “Fidelio��. To this day, it remains the only film adaptation of the opera. Probably because – so the actor quotes Felsenstein – “this opera technically is impossible to stage”, he says with aplomb, an attitude that suits him. In ballet an aplomb describes the ability to absorb a movement, the balance.

Christoph Waltz not only shoots a lot of movies, but he also enjoys reading one particular movie critic: Anthony Lane of the New Yorker. Surely one of the most sharpened critics, who outtalks someone or rubs the reader’s nose into his alleged ignorance. We start talking about Lane via a new movie by the fabulous Agnieszka Holland, “Mr. Jones” – referring to Gareth Jones, advisor to the former British Prime Minister Lloyd George. Jones uncovers that the devastating hunger crisis in the Ukraine in 1932/33 was exclusively due to Stalin’s exploiting politics. Anthony Lane writes in inimitable fashion: „Is it conceivable that Holland’s bleak, murky, and instructive film could prompt a change of heart in the current Russian establishment, or even a confession of crimes past? Not a chance.“ Greetings from Belarus.

And of course, we also talk about COVID, what does an actor do who can’t act during these times? Is he reading Robert Musil’s novel The Man Without Qualities, which has more than 1000 pages? “Oh, I’ve already attempted to read this three times. The first time, I got to page 200, the second time I got to page 400, the third time I put it away after 100 pages.” But he doesn’t fully abandon the idea of finishing it one day. “But that would really be a true accomplishment of discipline”, he underlines, allusively smiling. Less amusing is the current stagnancy in Hollywood, where Christoph Waltz lives with his wife and daughter for the most part. “It will be illuminating once things pick up again”, he ponders “will a reforming spirit take over, or will everything fall back into the old, ignorant patterns, or even cause worse?” The temporary dysfunctionality of Hollywood is comparable to a dysfunctional family, which mechanisms become especially clear during crisis. Now he visited his mother here in Vienna. I allow myself the question, “Is Vienna your home?” “Vienna is my home, home is something you can’t choose, like your parents. Everything else can become your center of living, all that is willingly moveable – but home, home cannot be changed at will.”

#christoph waltz #max magazine

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love-amihan · 3 years

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS // MIMI'S FAVES

amihan's note: this is just self-indulge i can't get enough of them 😭 i got this random idea wherein i showed my mom + friends the following pictures of my faves and what are their first impressions. i may also include some first meeting w/ my mom scenarios and more of what i think they will interpret them as. modern au of course, happy reading!

lil side note: my friend questioned me after sending all these pics, she was like "mimi u do realize these r lines" but ma'am u don't understand they r attractive lines!

info; aunt is what u call ur close friend's mother. mano is a sign of respect/greeting to elderly wherein you take their hand and bring it to your forehead i honestly don't know how to explain it

✨ jjk masterlist ✨

self insert, it's mimi x her faves!

-gojo satoru

mom said he reminds her of someone from slam dunk because of the art style, kinda brings back memories for her

most likely to be part of a cult

++ will invite u to join (i swear my friends r something)

yandere vibes

as i quote from my friend "cross my fingers, hope to die"

he will get along with my group of friends i swear

ngl, i'm 100% sure that gojo flirted with one of my friend before

gojo and mimi are gonna meet her group of friends for the first time, "shit" he curses under his breath, mimi turns her head to him and slightly tilted her head to the side "what?" gojo takes a deep breath before saying it in one breath "i may or may not have flirted with one of your friends before"

mimi was about to ask him to repeat again when she heard her friend "satoru?!" gojo gave a sheepish smile "heyyyy" he slowly distances himself with mimi afraid of her "oh let me guess, you're one of the victims?" mimi excitedly pipes in while laughing, her friend laughs along with her while shrugging "you think im surprised anymore you hoe?" mimi teased patting gojo's arm

he's the type to join in on our pamper night, i just see it clearly. also my mom tolerating his childishness

mimi and her mom are having one of their pamper night after having a long week, mimi was applying the mask on her face carefully while humming a tune. gojo who just got in their house saw the bond between the two "auntieee~ i want one too!" he whined while pointing at the masks.

"come here sato" mimi's mom coos at him, clearly babying the man. mimi crosses her arms finished with her mask looking at her so-called man with a smile adoring her lips "you know i wonder sometimes if i got myself a man or a child" gojo let out a dramatic gasp "auntie she's bullying me" mimi's mom played along and playfully glare at her, mimi giggles at this "also shut up you love me~" gojo added.

-okkotsu yuta

that guy who laughs at uncertain situations (if u only know what he's really like ✋)

class clown

softboi (yes he is ma'am!)

happy go lucky

lowkey yandere vibes

i feel like my friends already loves him because they were the one who introduced him

mimi and her friends are hanging out at their usual bench chatting away until one of them noticed the small group of guys passing by. "hey!" one of her friend shouted waving her hand before gesturing for them to come over.

they soon arrived where mimi and her friends are, a young boy with a sweet smile caught mimi's eyes. she gulps looking back to her friend who's introducing the group, "and he's yuta" she finishes with her arm around yuta her other hand giving his chest little pats. mimi nod to herself trying not to forget his name.

definitely met my mom before, helping her with her grocery or something. mom took a liking of him because he's kind and polite

yuta knocks on the door nervously chewing his bottom lip, mimi opened the door and smiles at him, the raven head returning it with shaky breath "come in" yuta politely comes in and to his surprise saw a familiar face "oh you're that sweet boy" mimi's mom exclaimed softly smiling as yuta gave his greeting taking her hand bringing it towards his forehead.

"you met before?" mimi chimes in looking at the two "i helped her carry her things since she's having some trouble" yuta explained his nervousness slowly fading away, mimi's mother turns to her daughter "i love him already! you're definitely marrying him" mimi's mother then welcomes yuta to their home with open arms "mom!" mimi shouted in embarrassment. yuta lets out a chuckle, relieved that he was welcomed right away.

-fushiguro megumi

cold type

major daddy vibes (all i can say is megumi's their type-)

cool aura

doesn't give a fuck type of guy

my friends probably heard of him because of me

mimi was walking around the campus together with a friend of hers, they were talking about usual school stuffs. sharing all the stress and pressure they're feeling having to be the leader of their own respective group.

mimi came to a stop when she noticed the quiet preserve guy who's walking towards the elevator hands on his pocket. after pushing the button, he cracks his neck side to side his hand soothing the crook of his neck. "let's go use the elevator" was all she said before dragging her friend.

the three walks inside the elevator without a word, mimi and her friend stayed behind as megumi stands in front of them pushing the button of his classroom's floor. mimi's friend can't help but snicker, mimi pinches her side telling her to stop.

megumi turns and gesture at the floor buttons "which floor?" his low voice making mimi's knees weak in the knees, mimi's friend was having fun seeing her friend malfunction in front of a hot guy. she giggles not wanting to embarrass her more than she did "oh we're in the same floor, it's all good"

mom likes him when i showed his pic! *cough* one of her fave *cough*

got nervous with meeting mom for the first time but soon relaxed with mom's calming and friendly nature, all in all mom still likes him

-inumaki toge

crazy type of guy

gives off the always sleeping guy

playful type

"oh wow its hot in here" seductively lowers his collars

daddy- (i- ma'am-)

bad boy!!

serious

mom said rock 'n roll but let's forget that

i'm gonna be honest, i feel like he's gonna be part of my friends, my "kapag tropa lang tropa lang rule" (basically translates to: if u're friend just stay as friends rule) will be broken just for him;

toge and mimi was known to be touchy with each other in their group of friends. toge trusts mimi more than the others, he shows this by doing simple things such as leaving his id with her if ever he goes somewhere or do something.

their friends mostly find them leaning in each other's shoulder whenever they are given a break or during their little talks. "you know i saw this new.." their friend started explaining, all of them listening. toge gets into a more comfortable spot leaning his head on mimi's shoulder busy with scrolling on his phone. once in a while showing mimi something funny or interesting.

mom will likely take time to warm up to him. toge will do his best to get on her good side, shows his charms. once he gets mom's approval there's no turning back. he gets treated like he was her own son.

toge smiles at mimi's mother sweetly, "what's your name?" as toge took her hand making mano with her (stop i dunno how to phrase it) "inumaki toge, auntie" mimi's mother let out a soft gasp, "the inumaki toge?" toge looks at the direction where mimi disappeared, a little confused by what's happening. he looks back at mimi's mother about to ask why she knows him.

"mimi won't stop talking about you!" mimi's mother informed as toge's mouth left agape, mimi who happen to get back at the right moment grumble "mom why did you tell him?!" she said through gritted teeth. mimi's mom have a sweet smile on her face faking a surprise.

"oh i wasn't suppose to? oops?" mimi grumbles more standing beside toge who now have a smug look on his face, "you talk about me huh?" he began, mimi gave him a playful shove "shut up."

-ryomen sukuna

DADDY!!

most likely to kill me

intimidating

unique looking

mom really likes him!

thinks his tattoos and aura is cool

if my friends saw a picture of him they will immediately question me

he's a snitch, i hate his snitch ass ugh

mimi's mom did not like sukuna from the picture at all, she doesn't have any problem with people who have tattoo but he got it all over him. we can say that mimi's mom is kinda looking out for the both of them because their relatives are just too traditional and doesn't like the looks of tattoos.

however, sukuna soon got her approval! how you ask? well the mf snitched without knowing. sukuna nudges mimi's side lightly, trying to start conversation "how's the piercing?" mimi's eyes widen looking at sukuna hissing, "kuna no!" mimi whisper yell at him. mimi then felt her mother's glare, "is that why you've been wearing your hair down often?"

sukuna got confused then looks at mimi's mom "care to explain?" he took this as a chance to get on her good side "yeah mimi, care to explain?" mimi looks at her significant other not believing what's happening, mimi looks back and forth between the two 'this mf a snitch' mimi thought.

mimi then explained herself blaming sukuna since he's the one who pushed to get her cartilage piercing "don't blame sukuna, you should have told me" mom defended him, mimi gasp as she looks at sukuna who's smirking at her with the 'i won' face that mimi wanna punch off his face.

a lil bg; i already told my mom b4 that i want cartilage piercing but then she got wary with the news of someone got in a coma after getting it so in the end sadly, she only allowed me to get the lobe piercings.

cover: one piece's baby 5

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #gojo satoru #okkotsu yuta #inumaki to/ge #fushiguro megumi #ryomen sukuna #jjk gojo #jjk inumaki #jjk yuta #jjk sukuna #jjk fushiguro #mimi x jjk

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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First Encounter (1) (Yuta x mermaid reader)

Okayy I got carried away and made a long opening for Yuta. Let's say just for the reader x Yuta, it will be kind of two parts. Later on it will only be scenarios .. I promise :")

Please follow my Instagram @cosmic_latte28 as I will be posting polls and questions on what to do next in this mermaid au!

ENJOY THISS 4k story, it’ll be interesting i guess

Scenario 1 – mermaid au! Yuta x reader

Have you ever found your mother annoying? Her constant "mother knows best" quote uughh you're tired of it!

For eighteen years of swimming under the sea, down beneath the scorching heat of the sun, you've spent your entire life swimming within the boundaries just like what your mother told you to do. But today, today is a special day!

You're turning nineteen and well nineteen can be considered a good age to be called mature right? You know running away is not a good idea, but your best friend who is a year older than you had just return from the surface and oh gosh either she was a good story teller or the world above the water is really that magnificent, you don't know yet and soon you will.

Yes, for today your nineteenth birthday, your mother has given you a quick birthday ceremony. She gave you a new "dinglehopper" a mermaid's hairbrush! You thanked her and she quickly left to work. That's when your best friend came and the two of you started your adventure.

It took you some tiring swimming, but the excitement of seeing the other world beats your fatigue. You wonder what's so special up there that your pretty aqua-green haired mermaid here told you such a wonderful story!

"You cannot imagine what I saw (y/n)! Believe me..." she said last week as the two of us are sitting over one of the bright coloured corals. We love to hang-out here and gossip about things. Last week she brought you for a very special story... her journey to the dry sand area!

You listened to her story, trying your best to imagine what it's up there, you listened to her story, while playing with your sparkling ash grey hairs. "Why wouldn't I believe you?" you wondered

She grabbed your hands and stared into your eyes deeply, "Because you will need to experience it to know what it truly is!"

You gave her a meek smile; well her parents are not as conservative as yours. Atlanta can go wherever she wants, and her parents wouldn't scold her, unlike you. Well if you return home after dark, you're pretty dead. Mom was so protective to you after father was caught on one of those giant shiny nets, and he never came back.

Atlanta continued with her story, "It was quite a long swim, I went there with some other girls and oh how great was it to breathe the fresh air!"

You laughed, well your lungs can breathe both air and, in the water,, but rumour has it that the transition phase hurts! You don't really mind that since you're really dying to experience the thrill.

"So, since you told me I wouldn't believe it," you smirked, "why don't you bring me up there to experience it? I'm nineteen next week and I'm sure we can go up for a while and I'll return before mom got home."

Atlanta at first disagree, she told you to ask a legal permission from your mother, but you know better. Mom would never agree and so you chose what people will do. Run away and promised to come back before she got home and pretended nothing happen.

After a lot of bribing and coaxing Atlanta with lots of promises, she agreed, and you were to meet her on the North Border at nine when the tides are calm.

So here you are today! Finally the sea no longer looks dark, the sun rays are penetrating the light blue waters and you can totally see the rocks and hear the sound of the waves as you swim and swim towards the sky. Your eyes changed colours from dark big pupil into a smaller one! Living on the deep waters, made your pupil dilate for maximum light absorbance, now getting near the sun, your eyes naturally contracted, and your hair looks even paler under the sun.

The sound of crashing waves, flying birds, and what mermaids and mermen call "human", are all getting louder in my ear.

"This is it, get ready to feel chest pain!" Atlanta squeezes your hand in assurance, and you nod your head. One last deep breathes and the two of you pop your heads out of the water. The transition of changing your water lungs into air lungs really hurt, you see white seconds after the air made their way to fill your air sacs and you feel great pain in your nose like when you choke on waters.

You feel your head goes light and the bright scorching sun no longer penetrates your eyes, you see dark and suddenly your body limps.

Atlanta was not as surprised as you, maybe it's because you never travel this far and it's your first time changing lung system. She dutifully brings you to an area of rocks where the waves are still high, so there's no human there. She calls out your name several time and slaps your cheek slowly.

"(y/n)! wake up dummy, you made it..." she slaps you

"We made it! Come on wake up..." She shakes your body gently, but when you did not respond Atlanta rolls her eyes and her hand scoops a good amount of water. She directly splashes your face with water and that did help you cough to live.

"Where am I?" You ask

"The upside... those are the dry sands... they are people... you made it! You're breathing air now!" Atlanta cups your face and you smile when you see how messy her aqua-green smooth hair looks above here.

"Hey tell me does my hair look that bad too?" Your first question out of the water is this, how lame!

"Well yeah the salt water made our hair stiffs here but believe me people will not judge you." She shrugs her shoulder.

"Hold up" your eyes grow twice as wide, "How did you know they don't judge?"

Atlanta rolls her eyes, "Well they saw us and they did not comment us at all, they just take out I don't know some sort of rectangle thing that has hole and flashes light... then no one dare to go near us."

You shake your head in surprise, Atlanta missed this part of story. She never told you she and her friends went that near to human! You thought they only hide and saw people from afar, but no they did not. You're now half worried, but what's there to risk more? You've broken mother's rule, and you've suffered from the transition, might as well made this a worth it experience and have no regrets! "You didn't think I'd bring you here just to see them from a distance right? Besides honey, you're the most gorgeous mermaid down there, no one will dare harm you!" Atlanta inches closer to you and brings one hand to brush away a strand of hair from your face.

"I mean it, your glowing ash grey hair, your deep amber eyes! Hey never realized they were amber before... not to mention your sweet smile and sweet voice. Girl they'll love you!" Atlanta praises you with tons of comfort and you find yourself under control.

What you did not know, yes being a beauty in the mermaid world made everyone adores and protects you, but here being a beauty means more danger! Come on which human doesn't want to own a pretty mystical creature in their bathtub?!

You and Atlanta are both too naïve to think that situation. All that matter now for you two is enjoying sunbathing and the fresh air.

"So, what are we waiting for? I'm good already and can we go somewhere else? Rocks are boring here." You splash your tail and make a giant splash to your friend.

Atlanta scoffs but quickly drags you to move to the other part of the sea surface. The two of you swim while holding breathe, yes, you're not transitioning that frequent... took too much energy and painful.

"Is this okay?" Atlanta found a place where there are several rocks and they're still in contact with water. You smile and look for a good position. The warm feeling from the golden ball in the sky really satisfies you. Deep waters are cold, and you love this warm burning feeling. Your long shiny silver-purplish tail flaps gently when needed and you feel your head gets lighter as the sun dries your wet hair away.

"Atlanta, why didn't people let us do this? I swear the sun is my favourite thing now." You brush away your stiff salted dry hairs away from your face, but that doesn't lessen your beauty at all.

The beach was crowded with people, but there were not many people around you. You still choose a distant rock, you're afraid of them still and Atlanta wants the most comfortable for you. So, you learn them first from the distance and later you can always move right.

You relax yourself over the flat rock and enjoy the piercing hot feeling on your pale skin. You close your eyes and feel the breeze, your ears catch the soft whisper of the ocean hitting rocks and without your concern, you start humming.

Well when a mermaid hums, it is luring, but believe us, we're not sirens. We don't kill people...

Your humming stop when you fell asleep on the rock. Atlanta is beside you, posing beautifully just in case someone passes by. You know stories of mermaid and mermen marrying someone from the dry world, and yes they can live happily... or you just didn't know what happen next. You know you can shape shift to have legs, but each step will feel like walking on blades. You cannot imagine living on two legs and take strolls on sharp blades.

"Atlanta have you tried walking on the dry sands?" you ask, still closing your eyes.

"Hmm no, I don't want to feel the blades... Do you know legend says you can get used to it and if you found your true love that won't happen again?" Atlanta answers while daydreaming on the fluffy clouds.

"Hmm... I'll tell you if I know the answer." You joke around and change your position.

Now you're laying flat on your stomach, the warm water meets your bare skin and you winced a bit. Rocsk can get really hot!

"How long can we stay here?" You question, tail still swaying slowly on the waters and hands under your chin.

"Hmm when we leave at nine, the swim took like an hour or two... I guess this is mid day now." Atlanta pierces her eyes into the beach,s and she can see people starting to spread check red mat and laying down plates of foods. It must be "lunch"

You thought things will not go wrong, and that's when everything went wrong.

The sun suddenly disappears, and big waves roll over to you. You and Atlanta are both sun-bathing and laughing under the sun, unaware that it is slowly turning cloudy. Well both of you are not aware since you two are blinded aka closing your eyes as you two chat and laugh. The laughter is loud enough to cover the sound of the growling sea and wind.

When you peek over your eyes since you feel cold, that's too late.

"Atlanta!" You scream when the big wave engulfs both of you and you're holding your breath in. Thinking maybe you'll be okay ... this is just one wave; you'll appear again on the surface.

No that was wrong. You feel the strong current push you into a group of rough and hard stones, you feel your bare back hit the rocks and you wince at the prickling sensation.

"Atlanta where are you??" you call out her name before being swallowed by the big waves again and you're carried further into the beach. Sadly, when you turn around, you're eye to eye with another group of pointy and sharp reefs. You scream when the friction from the rocks rip your shiny scales slowly and bitterly.

You turn your head around to look for your best friend, but you cannot see her. When another big wave hits you, you're ready to inhale the water and just go back home, but nature did not allow you.

Your eyes catch the reflection of your tail under the raging water, one of the pointy rocks has pierced over your tail and you see gushes of blood out of it. You gasp as you try to move your tail, but the painful feeling bring you tears and stop you from moving around. You receive the big wave once again and as hard as you try to keep your tears from falling, the pain under the water is unbearable.

You clung into one of the rocks and try to put half of your body weight into the rocks and let the buoyancy do its thing to keep you floating. You bury your head into your hands and your shoulder shakes and trembles. You cry since you're afraid and alone here. Everywhere you look, you're on another side of the beach, you no longer see the rock you hang out with Atlanta earlier. You also did not see her aqua-green hair at all!

You're doomed. That's all you can think. You weep as you imagine what are the things that could happen. Well if you're lucky Atlanta might make it home and tell someone to help look for you. Two, mom could probably tell someone you're missing but you curse yourself when you remember the silly note you left.

Earlier you left a note, "Gone with Atlanta for a trip, might not go home today. See you! I promise to take care of myself"

Your mother will most likely think you're sleeping over.

Third, you'll maybe die here if no one helps.

Fourth you might end up being caught.

Fifth caught and treated.

Sixth caught and eaten?!

You try to hum and call anyone lurking nearby, anyone who can help or at least see you're there helpless. In the middle of the panic, you see a glint of your father smiling at you as if telling you "this is not the end."

You grit your teeth when the pain hits back, you glance to look into your tail and grimace over the bigger stain and the pointy rock pointing out of your tail.

You look around and see that the sky is clearing, and you choose to try and survive. It's maybe noon already, your last chance of surviving is here.

Quietly you focus yourself and you bring out all of your emotion and voice. The mysterious luring echo suddenly resonates through the big ocean. The open air and the ocean wind helps deliver your voice to anyone near you. You keep on singing, letting out a melodious sad song through the air. The air particles vibrate and send your emotional cry of help to someone walking over the coast by himself.

A young man with white shirt and a comfortable beach shorts walks through the damp sands. He tucks his hand into his pockets as he walks quietly by himself on the now half empty beach. The crowd has fled away when the howling wave crashed the shore an hour ago. This man however, loves taking in the ocean after it is angry. He loves the feeling of the sombre, mysterious, and sad atmosphere lurking on the air as the wave slow down and return calm.

Today's weather forecast had reminded people to leave the beach before noon, but apparently the wave came earlier. Lucky he lives nearby, he can always check the shore after a mad ocean.

His steps come to a halt when his ears perk up after hearing an eerie cry. He focuses himself, closes his eyes, and sharpens his ear. He cannot believe himself when his brain tells him this is a cry of another being. Not a human's cry!

Curious, the young man lets his heart and ears guide him to the source of the painful magical cry.

The sound becomes clearer and the cry painfuller. He opens his eyes when he thinks he arrives at the place already and his eyes widen when he sees you, a wounded mermaid, crying herself for help.

"Help," you plead urgently when you see a man standing across you.

"Help... I'm not.. going.. " you wince from the unbearable pain now, "I won't hurt you... help"

"You're not human, aren't you?" he asks you from the shore.

Your heart curse him for still asking you that when you're clearly hurt.

"Well yeah, but please help me..." You grimace when the saltwater meets your fresh torn scales.

"You won't kill me, right?" he raises his brow.

You roll your eyes, "I'm not a siren, can you please just help me first... I am dying!" You're annoyed, afraid, and emotional. You don't mean to yell at him, but it's too late to take back your words.

You pull your hair with frustration, "Gosh I didn't mean to scream... now you're more afraid... I'll die in this pace." You bury your face to your hand. Now you understand why your mother calls you a drama-queen.

"Just ... help me or bring me help. I'm injured." You look up and to your surprise, the young man is already in front of you. Sitting on the rock with a wet pants. He has left his shirt on the dry sands and swam to you.

"Let's see... I'm not a doctor but I'll try my best," he rolls his sleeves to his elbow.

"Doctor?" you question him

He shakes his head, knowing it will be hard to explain, "Later. Now, what happened?" he leans closer to the edge of the rocks to see your lower body which is still under the water.

"See for yourself," you gritted your teeth when another friction from the rocks and the water meet the fresh wound. He grimaces, "Oh that's so bad. We'll need to pull you out... Can you hold my hand and push your tail as strong as you can?"

You bite your teeth and nod your head, worth trying right? There's no way he can break the strong rocks.

"Hey, what's your name?" asks him

You wonder why he needs to ask that now, but you blurt it out anyways. "(y/n), and you?"

He smiles, "Beautiful! Just like you, now I'm Yuta and I will help you get out of this."

Yuta offers you his hand and you reach out to touch them, "On three or when you're ready... Now (y/n) you can do this... it will hurt, but I'll take care of you.. okay?"

You nod your head and tear escapes your eyes again.

"You're bleeding so bad, on three..."

You take a deep breath and count along with Yuta.

"One..."

"Two..." he grips your small hands stronger

"Three..." with one nod from Yuta, you try your best to swing your tail away and hold into him.

You scream in pain when the sharp edge did move a bit, but your tail is not entirely out of it yet.

Yuta looks at you in pain too and he wipes a tear that left your eyes.

"Look! You're so strong! We'll do it one or two more times and you're free!"

You nod furiously, hands gripping into him tighter, trying to find strength.

Yuta gets down to kneel and offers you a stronger hold, you find the courage and strength again to free yourself.

On three, more tears fall from your eyes as the dagger like stone is only one pull away from your whole tail.

"Yuta... it hurts.." You cry when the waves start to hit you more frequently. The tides are coming in, and you must hurry.

"You can do it! I am here with you... one last effort and you're free (y/n)." he is sweating and you can see his knees are also bleeding from the rough surface of the reefs.

"Sorry... one last pull." You grit your teeth and with Yuta's strong grips. Your tail made it out and you almost got washed by the waves, if Yuta did not pull you out of the waters quick.

He lays you on the rocks and winces at your big scar, "We need to treat this or you will get an infection. Can you swim to the shore?" he asks you worriedly.

You cock your head to the side, it's only a short swim, you feel your tail still has some energies left and so with his help, Yuta guides you to the beach.

You finally feel the funny feeling of dry sands on your hands and tails. You did not realize you're smiling and ignoring the dying feeling on your tail.

"First time with dry sands?" Yuta asks as he kneels down beside you and ties a piece of cloth over your big wound. You think that must be his shirt, for he is still bare chested here.

You bashfully nod, "Thank you Yuta..."

He looks to the horizon, sun is setting down and he doesn't think you can go back to the sea in this state, so he offers you what he can do.

"Can I bring you to my cottage and just clean up this blood first, then you can rest before going home."

You look to the endless horizon and gasp in surprise when you see the sun is already settling down. Oh no, this is not good.

Afraid, you nod and let Yuta carry you bridal style to his cottage.

It is only half meter from the beach and his small cottage is cosy.

"Should you stay in water?" he awkwardly asks.

You think for a while, "Not sure, but now I don't feel anything weird. Don't worry I can breathe both in air and under water."

Yuta is busy walking around the house to fetch the first aid kit, "I know... I'm a marine biologist."

You smirk, "That explains why you got my trust directly after saying I'm not a siren."

Yuta scoffs, "Actually it's because I see your true face and the one over the water the same, and your tail is slightly different."

You nod your head slowly, then scan his room, "Nice, a mermaid enthusiast eh?"

The furniture decorating his shower room is basically mermaid, sea, and ocean. "Quiet interested in one, never dream I'll meet one like this, bring one home, and talk like this is nothing at all."

You're now inside his bathtub, you need water to keep your tail showing, and Yuta must heal the wound in the real form. So, here you are relaxing in his bubble bath! Bubble! He makes cute bubble bath since he thinks you can relax more! How cute and thoughtful is he.

You focus on his delicate fingers gently cleaning your injured tail from the impurities, washing it with alcohol, and then wrapping it with bandage after giving it medicament.

"Now that's all done." He stands up from the small stool and tidies up the mess. He throws the dirty napkins away into a basket.

"Umm don't you feel cold?" you ask when you realize he is still lacking clothes while you're under the warm bubble bath.

Your smile fades a bit when he quickly wears a tank top over his ripped abs.

"So, tell me how to take care of a mermaid?" Yuta drags a chair to sit next to the tub.

"I don't know... Yuta this is all new! I never leave the sea and now... now I'm here sitting next to a human, talking about mermaids, having a bubble bath, and I don't even know what will happen to me next." You massage your temple and relax your body into the warm sensation.

"Yuta do you know what will happen to a mermaid if they did not return by sun set?" You ask him after the two of you have exchanged information of one another. He also had boiled water and introduced you to this wonderful warm dark sweet liquid... hot chocolate.

He flips on his book and points to you a certain picture cycle, "You'll have feet and you can always bring your tail back by being in water."

"Oooh tell me what it is like to walk?" you sip on the warm liquid again.

"For us human it doesn't hurt... well you feel sore after a long walk, but for you... I heard first steps will be horrible."

"Oooof, guess this is the price I have to pay to experience an unforgettable memory, right?"

You two dive into deeper conversations, and you swore you've never seen a man this charming. Yuta and his smile, you feel at ease.

You don't see any harm and danger when you see him, you feel your body tingles and suddenly your tail shifts into a gorgeous pair of legs.

Both you and Yuta are speechless since this is the first time both of you witness this.

"That is amazing!" you squeal and move your legs up and down, feeling the weird new sensation running through your body. You kick the air and water a bit, laughing when you make a riffle of water.

Yuta just sits next to you, smiling as he sees you so happy over small things.

Both of you did not say anything, but the looks in your eyes and his are enough to say these two will one day madly fall in love.

"Hey now that your legs are here, your tail must be quite healed. Now shall we leave the tub. Don't you want to feel what it's like to be human?" Yuta grins and you snap your finger.

"You really understand my mind, don't you?!" You giggle as you push yourself to sit on the tub.

"Uhm wait a second, let me grab your clothes." Yuta nervously tells you to stay under the water first, well he is respecting your privacy.

He returns with a big tee shirt and a boxer. Guess he never has a girl coming to his house, there's only men attire here.

"I only have these, but I'll buy some things for you tomorrow." He apologizes.

"Don't be sorry! This is better, but how do I wear them?" you ask him innocently. Through out your life you've never seen a tee shirt let alone wear something on your legs! Duh even you just see your legs today!

So with a red face, Yuta teaches you how to dress up and when you stand up from the bath, he winces when you squeeze the bone out of him.

"Hell this hurts so much!" You hiss and he too squeals from your dead grip.

"Your grip! You're breaking my bones!" Yuta naturally slaps your hand away, and you end up squeezing his arm even stronger when you take a step to the mirror on the wall.

"Ah! My hair!!!! Yuta I swear I look tidier than this under water!" Your mouth suddenly explain this insecurities of yours out loud to a new man you just met.

He laughs and then apologizes when he realizes he must be rude.

"Believe me, I know how hard it is to arrange salted hair."

"Wait what? Salted hair?" You run your finger to your stiff hair and almost cry since you feel the stiffness so irritating you.

Well you're the most beautiful mermaid down there, there's not a day where your hair is not the talk of the town. Your hair is always on point, making everyone jealous, and even earning you the "best mermaid hair" title. You never leave the house when you have a bad hair day, and you sacredly always brush your hair til it floats perfectly in the salt water. However, now above the waters... you lost them!

"hey, I have a secret to cure that, but let me show you that tomorrow. Today you've had a long day and you need to rest."

You agree with him, though you have so many question in your head, your body is exhausted and you need a sleep.

Gently Yuta asks you, "May I?"

And before you could say anything, he carries you again and lays you down on his soft bed. You take in the new sensation of the soft mattress and soon your eyes grow heavy and you're drifting to dream land.

Heading to next scenario in the next chapter

What to expect

_ Yuta revealing secret to smooth hair

_Yuta teaching you what's that shiny thing dangling on his ears

_Yuta teaching you how to make your hair look flawless

SEE YOU!! MERMAIDS and MERMEN UNITE! 🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️💖✨

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whatshername-please · 4 years

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Out of the Water - Chapter IV

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn't want to be where the people were. Actually, you'd rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life... well, it was until you meet a certain pirate... it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you'd ever admit it...

Pairing: Harry x reader

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes?

Part 4 of ?

Word Count: 2975

A/N: English isn't my first language, so I'll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated

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You weren't an expert, but you had already seen that tree twenty minutes ago, and that rock, and that berry bush. Either Dude had no idea where he was leading the group or Ben was moving around really fast. Maybe, you should go after Fairy Godmother's wand instead, it was the most powerful magical object in Auradon, after all. If it had turned a pumpkin into a golden carriage, it would help an angst teenager to overcome her evil phase.

Gil stopped to eat some berries, and he was completelty mesmerized by them. The blonde boy even suggested that you played the icebreaker, praising Jay right after. The compliment took Jafar's son by surprise but he went on with it, and, in a matter of instants, he and Gil started chatting like childhood friends. Someone didn't seem very thrilled with the boys new found connection, though. Harry, whose attitude showed that he couldn't bare being left out, didn't waste time on making a scoff comment about the conversation.

As for you, it was gold to see the Harry's expression when Jay and Gil kept talking like they didn't hear the pirate's bitter words.

"They completely ignored you" you glanced over him just to see his smirk fading away from his face and turning into a scowl. Harry Hook didn't like to be overlooked, you could tell for sure, and you'd take advantage of that to bother him a little.

He deserved it, anyway.

"They are not even paying attention to you, how sad" you added, just to push his buttons a bit further.

It worked, he glared at you in such a way that made you glad that looks couldn't kill, otherwise you would have burst into flames. You took no notice of him, evil faces didn't scare you.

Hary catched a berry with his hook and ate it in a very dramatic way, drawing all attention to him. That guy was all about aesthetic, wasn't he?

"PS, your mutt went that way" he told Carlos and it was only then that everybody noticed that Dude wasn't around anymore. The boys followed to where Harry had motioned, leaving you and Jay, who grabbed a few more berries, behind.

"Look at you, all sociable and making friends" you teased him.

"Weren't you talking to Harry like, a second minute ago?" he threw your little chitchat with the pirate right in your face.

"I only want to get to know Uma's friends" you defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

"Why?" he questioned, intrigued by your answer.

Damn, you forgot you weren't supposed to know Uma at all.

"Well... you said it yourself and I quote, 'I have this thing about protecting every mermaid of the world', so if Mal keeps her promise and really let the VKs off the Isle, it means Uma will be staying in Auradon, and she is the daughter of Ursula, therefore, she is part of the merpeople who are under the protection of Atlantica and..."

"Okay, okay! I get it" he put his hand over your mouth, knowing very well that when you started talking about this subject, nothing could stop you.

In other situation that, wouldn't have stopped you to adduce your speech about the Isle and the rules of the sea, but since this was exacttly the reaction you expected to draw from him, you just pushed his hand aside.

You went after Dude, who finally seemed to be on the trail of Ben's whereabouts. Or it was what you thought, because all you could see were trees and more trees, and...

You heard a loud growl and out of nowhere a buffalo monster jumped from behind a tree, pouncing on the little squad. Good thing you all had good reflexes, because with the size of the claws of this over-grown furry ball, he would have ripped your guts out in the blink of an eye.

Now, more than ever, you regretted not going back to Atlantica.

What the hell was this thing?

Oh wait...

The blue and yellow combinantion...

The clothes...

Oh...

That thing was Ben.

Gosh, Audrey didn't take easily their break up, did she? You made a mental note of never ever dating her if this was how she treated her exes.

"Use your magic " Carlos cried out, urging you to do something about your beasty friend.

"My magic won't do any good. He needs true love kiss or something like that, and I am defenitely not a furry" you pratically shouted the last part, getting ready to defend yourself in case Ben decided to attack you again.

It was Gil who noticed something was wrong with the beast's hand.

"He's got a boo-boo that's why he is so cranky... My dad said his dad did not handle pain well, at all" he talked about his father's murder attempt on King Beast as if he was talking about the weather.

How precious was this boy?

Ben snarled at you again, and Carlos stepped in. Carefully, he approached the cursed boy, soothing him. You expected Ben to pluck out Carlos eyes or something, but the VK managed to pull the thorn out of Ben's furry hand with mastery, instead.

Nice...

Now what?

Out of nowhere, a blast of water flew right past your head and splashed all over Ben's beasty body. Slowly, he started to look less like a beast and more like an ordinary human being. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jane, who was holding a water blaster, it became quite clear that the Fairy Godmother's daughter was the one responsible for undoing partially Ben's curse. Who needed a magical wand when you had enchanted lake water, right?

You and Jay rushed to help Ben, holding him up and taking him to sit down on a rock nearby. The poor boy seemed to just have woken up from a nightmare. However, not even the enchanted water was strong enought to lift the spell completely, but it was funny to watch Jane splashing another blast of water on Ben's face in hopes of making his new grown beard and fangs to disappear.

"Don't worry" you reassured him "I'm sure Mal won't mind"

"Do you like it?" Ben grinned cheerfully and ran his hand over his beard, expecting your approval.

You hummed, not sure if he wanted to hear the truth. You looked away from your friend and saw Harry hitting on Jane and a jealous and protective Carlos interceding on her behalf.

You rolled your eyes. Being in Auradon was always like entering into some cheesy soap opera. The drama, the angst, the musical numbers that came out of nowhere...

While Jay and Carlos explained to Jane and a very confused Ben everything that had happened up to that point, you decide to stay away from the conversation to avoid questions that could lead them to realize you had helped Uma. Not that you were afraid of them, but if your grandfather knew about that, he would have a fit and King Triton's rage was feared in all seven seas and beyond. So, there you were again, left to talk to the villain kids who, although you weren't sure why, appeared to be a little apprehensive since Ben joined the group. Then again, it could be just your impression.

"Are you enjoying Auradon so far?" you asked the boys.

Gil went on a rant about what he liked so far, giving examples and detalied descriptions of flowers, grapes, threes, berries and all the things that you had in Auaradon and they didn't have back on the Isle, which was basically everything. He also said something about penguins and going on a jungle cruise with Jay, but you didn't pay attention because Harry leaned over you with that stupid smug grin of his.

"It's not as boring as I thought it would be" did he really have to come this close just to say that? You were pretty sure that his life's mission was to be as annoying as he could.

"Really? Everybody is cursed..." you replied, but it only made his grin to grow wider.

"Exactly"

You shook your head, what a weirdo.

"Hey" Gil called your name, making both you and Harry to turn your heads in his direction at the same time "Do you think Ben will kick us back to the Isle?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry stiffen up and his confident expression fade away.

Was it possible that they were worried that Ben wouldn't allow the kids to come off the Isle as Mal had promised?

"No!" you set their minds at rest "Ben may seem a bit innocent, but he is compassionate and very smart. The VK Program was idealized by him and even if people didn't agree with it, he put his foot down. I know Ben and I've annoyed him long enough about this matter, so I am sure he won't abandon the Isle. Also, Evie will kill him if he shuts down the program... Thus, I think you're good"

More than that, you would never let him put Uma back on the Isle and if he did that, it would become your personal goal to make him regret every decision he ever made in his life. Actually, if Ben dared to back down, you'd raise hell.

Finally, you arrived at Evie's home and in the right time! You've been walking on land for too long and starting to feel a little dehydrated. All you wanted to do was to come in and have a glass of water. Luckily, the girls were already waiting for you at the door and, as you got closer, they greeted the group, glad that everyone was alive and safe. Uma even teased Mal about Ben's fangs. Funny how a few hours earlier they were at each other's throats and now it was like they had always been friends.

"You okay?" you felt Uma's hand on your shoulder and looked at her, smiling.

"Yes, of course. Just feeling a bit dried. Have I mentioned how much I hate being ashore?"

"I don't know. Maybe a thousand times, just every single day since we met. 'Uma, the human world is a nightmare. Humans are so annoying and stinky, swimming with dolphings is so much better than anything else they have up there' " she made an impression of you, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.

You groaned.

"Don't mock my pain, and I never said that. You know I much rather swim with rays, they're way more friendly than dolphins. Also, I do not speak like that".

"But the attitude is on point" she winked.

Then, it was decided that Jane, Gil and Doug would go after Fairy Godmother, who surely had become a stone statue like everybody else, otherwise she'd have appeared by now. Or maybe not, after a 16 years old boy was crowned King of Auradon you stopped believing adults had any idea what to do. Therefore, Fairy Godmother could very well be drinking tea while expecting that a bunch of teenagers would solve all the problems.

As soon as you entered Evie's cottage, you went straight to the kitchen. Getting the biggest cup you found, you filled it with water and, to give it an extra punch, you added some salt. It was the closest thing you had to ocean's water, anyway. The glass was almost touching your lips; unfortunately, everything went wrong.

Harry Hook literally came out of nowhere and took the glass from your hands, you tried to warn him against it but it was too late, the next moment he had already drunk all its content. You'd have laughed when his carefree expression changed into one of utter disgust as he swallowed the water, if he hadnt spitted out all of it on your face soon after.

You did what any sane person would have done: you started yelling at him.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" Harry screamed as loud as you "What kind of person drink salt water?" his pained expression showed that the taste still didn't have left his mouth.

"A mermaid, you barbarian!!" you shouted, doing your best to dry your face off.

"Were you trying to poison me?"

You scoffed at the pirate's words. Was he really accusing you? You had to give him kudos for his guts, because he lacked any commom sense.

"YOU STOLE MY FUCKING WATER!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. If everyone in Auradon wasn't sleeping or a statue, they would have been able to hear all the nasty things you said to Harry, to which he replied accordingly.

It took you both a while to notice a third voice joining the riot, it was Uma's. Upon hearing the shouts and death threats, the girl entered the kitchen to find her best friends acting like angry sharks. It was almost amusing to see how fast Harry went quiet when he saw Uma there, asking if you two had gone mad.

"She tried to poison me, Uma!" he pointed at you accusingly.

"Excuse me!" you look at your friend, who couldn't be any less impressed by your petty explanations "He spit water on my face. MY WATER. I WAS GOING TO DRINK IT"

The sea witch's daughter rolled her eyes so hard that you could swear she saw her own brain.

"You know what, lass?" Harry got dangerously close to you, leaning slightly on the kitchen's table "I'm used to rotten food and sea water, but I have never tasted anything as dreadful as this. If this is what mermaids have to drink, I understand why so many of you want to leave the ocean".

You gasped and he grimmed, thinking he had finally gotten you. That pirate had just crossed the line and he had no idea who he was dealing with. You could put up with him stealing your drink and spitting it all over you, but talking bullshit about your beloved kin was something you weren't able to ignore. Uma would have to settle for having Gil as her first mate because you were about to kill Harry.

"You know what Hook" you said in your sweetest-sounding voice "You have the accent, the jacket, the hook, the smokey eyes... but you're still missing one thing... Better saying, you are not missing it..."

As quick as one could blink, you grabbed a small knife from the counter and stabbed it into the table close to where Harry's hand was lying.

"A FUCKING HAND!".

Okay, you wanted the knife to land close to Harry's hand, but it was a little too close... Actually, you failed to hit it for a couple of inches, had you done it a little bit to the left, Harry Hook would be lacking a finger.

Maybe you were kind of moody, after all.

Harry Hook had big blue eyes that usually sparkled with a boyish malice (and a bit of insanity), but, right now, he was looking at you with bulging eyes, one part of him didn't believe in what you just had done and the other was a little bit impressed by it. Of course all these emotions washed off from his face in seconds.

"DID YOU SEE IT, UMA? SHE IS CRAZY!"

"So, you can walk around spitting on people and threatening to hook them and that's okay? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME"

And the yelling started again, but Uma was having none of it and she knew both of you enough to understand that if someone did not step in, you wouldn't stop until one of you were dead.

"Stop both of you, right now!" she didn't even have to shout, just the look on her face was enough to make you shut up "We are on a very dangerous mission and we don't have time to deal with this silliness!"

"She started!"

"He started!"

You both cried out at the same time.

Uma took a deep breath, her patience running thin.

"I don't want to hear it. If you want to act like children, I'll treat you as such. Now, apologize to each other.

Harry and you exchanged looks of pure and sincere disgust.

"I won't do it" you threw your hands up.

"Neither will I" Harry declared, folding his arms.

"Great, so I'll call Evie and Gil and they can talk to you about the importance of friendship. I will personally ask them to sing about it"

Uma's threat was enough to make Harry turn to you and apologize.

Uma had real power over him. A true goddess, indeed.

"Okay, I'm sorry" the words that left his mouth were bitter and you knew he was dying inside for having to say them out loud, and that's why you enjoyed every single second of it.

In this moment, Mal called all of you to hurry up because they were about to go to Fairy Cottage, Uma gave you and Harry a warning look before leaving the kitchen and you went to fetch another glass of water. You were almost finishing to drink it when you notice Harry staring.

You took the last gulp and smiled innocently at him.

"I'm sorry, did you want some?" you asked.

"You didn't apologize" he raised an eyebrow and you put the glass down. Walking closer to him, you looked the pirate right in the eye.

"I just said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

"It doesn't count!"

"Yes, it does"

"No, it doesn't"

You hated to admit, but you were taking quite a liking to teasing him. Fortunately for you, Jay came into the kitchen to fetch you and Harry who were delaying the rest of the group. You couldn't help but notice the despleased look in the pirate's face.

Victory.

#harry hook x reader #harry hook x you #harry hook imagine #harry hook #descendants x reader #descendants imagine #descendants fanfiction #disney descendants #out of the water

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 5 years

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Between the Shelves

Chapter: 4/4

Characters: Loki x Bookshop Owner Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You were just closing up your bookshop when Loki strolled in, but he wasn’t interested in anything he could find on the shelves.

Warnings: Language. Smut. Just all the smut in this chapter. Dom Loki.

Permanent Taglist (open): @yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles

Taglist for Shelves: @alexakeyloveloki @fire-in-her-veinz @myoxisbroken @lucantis @anita-e-taylor @trickstersteve @arch-venus25 @jessiejunebug

A/N: Thank you to @yespolkadotkitty and @nonsensicalobsessions for Betaing this chapter for me! Y’all are rockstars. :) And as always, the encouragement from the Queen of Smut, @just-the-hiddles, is appreciated. Thank you all for enjoying this series so much!

“What are men to rocks and mountains?”

But Loki was no man.

The quote that you often thought to yourself when you were low, yearning for the romance that you found within musty pages of tales long ago, was not as comforting to you as it had been once upon a time.

Now, knowing the rock-hard length of his arousal rubbing against your thigh, having felt the mountains of his muscles beneath the silky fabric of his clothing, you realized you had been mistaken. Nothing was better than the moments you had spent entwined with him, stealing breathless moments of passion amongst the shelves.

But it had been days. He said he would return to you the next day, and he hadn’t shown. Now, walking home very much alone, your mind ran with conflicting doubts and worries. Was he okay? Had something happened to him? It was common knowledge that he had been assisting the Avengers on various missions. Would they protect him if one of them went south, or would old grudges resurface?

Were you actually worried about him?

Cursing yourself, you shoved your hands into the pockets of your coat against the chill of the frigid night air, ducking your head as you continued on toward your apartment. Maybe he had gotten tired of you? It wouldn’t be a shock for him to realize that he was a literal god on Earth who could bed anyone he pleased and not a boring bookshop owner. What did you have to offer him?

Sighing heavily in resignation, you slipped into your building, trudging up the several flights of stairs to your tiny one-bedroom apartment. Living in the city wasn’t cheap, and the bookshop wasn’t exactly rolling in revenue. But it was home, and it was welcome after a long day filled with frustration and drudgery.

Not bothering to turn on the lights for the ambient glow streaming in through the blinds, you dropped your bag and coat onto the hooks by the front door, exhaustion weighing heavily in your limbs. Scrubbing your hand over your face, you tugged off your sweater as you walked to your bedroom, kicking off your shoes on the way. You tossed it onto the bed without a second thought.

“It is rather rude to throw clothing at a houseguest.”

You yelped in shock, turning to look at your bed as you backed up against the wall. It took a moment for you to recognize that low, seductive purr, having heard it in similarly lit situations and your thoughts for the past week. Your arms crossed over your chest, protectively covering what little of your breasts showed overtop your bra - as if you hadn’t been dreaming of him removing that flimsy barrier for several nights now.

“What are you doing here?” you asked harshly, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness to make out his long and lithe form stretched across your bed, his arms behind his head and his ankles crossed as if he belonged there.

He dropped your sweater unceremoniously to the floor, tilting his head in your direction. “You,” he replied simply, the single word dripping with sin and desire that sent trickles of warmth through your body to gather between your legs.

“You can’t just-just burst into someone’s locked apartment and think that they’ll do whatever you want,” you stammered, doing your best to look angered and intimidated, even though a small thrill went through you to know that he had returned to you after all.

“I can.” He rose from the bed in one graceful move, stalking toward you like a panther cornering its prey. “I did,” he whispered, crowding you against the wall with his body, no part of him touching you besides the sweetness of his breath fanning across your face. “And you will.”

He was so close that you could smell the heady aroma of his cologne, spicy and masculine, drawing you into him like a moth to a flame. Your hands seemed to move of their own accord, smoothing over the silk fabric of his button-down shirt to caress his shoulders before clasping together around the back of his neck. “I won’t,” you breathed, even as you tilted your chin up to make an offering of your slightly parted lips.

“You are,” he growled, just before he dipped his head to kiss you thoroughly, stepping forward to press the length of his hard body against yours, his hands anchored to your hips.

You melted instantly, leaning into him as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue plundering your mouth with abandon. You gasped when the clothing beneath your hands melted away, leaving him shirtless, allowing you to explore the ridges and valleys of his sculpted abdomen that you had only begun to learn from your previous encounters. You drank everything about him in greedily, the steady and slow grind of his growing erection against your hip, the flexing muscles beneath your fingertips, the wicked elixir of his tongue tangling with yours, everything. It all worked together to overwhelm your senses and make you putty in his masterful hands.

Gasping for air, your head fell back against the wall when he dragged his lips from yours to press against the rabbiting pulse point of your neck. Your fingers clutched onto his sides, holding him to you, silently begging him to not pull away as he had so many times before.

His hands made quick work of your bra, skating across the skin of your back and cupping your backside after he tossed it to the side with an air of impatience.

“Have you followed my orders, darling?” he asked, voice rough with desire as he peppered your heaving chest with wet kisses, moving down to tease your pebbled nipple with his hot breath.

Orders? Your hazy mind, muddled with lust, scrambled to figure out what he was referring to. It was made doubly hard when he quickly unbuttoned your jeans, tugging them and your underwear down and off your legs in one go. His fingertip swirled in the wet heat found between your folds, drawing a soft moan out of you.

He straightened up to his full height once again, simply allowing you to feel his body against yours as he touched you everywhere except the throbbing bundle of nerves at your center. It sent molten waves of pleasure coursing through you, pulsing in your ears and weakening your knees. You clutched his biceps, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as you struggled to remain upright.

His lips caressed the shell of your ear through your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. “To refrain from seeking your own release. Did you obey your god?”

A blush stained your cheeks - thank goodness it was dark - and you nodded, swallowing around the anticipation that stuck in your throat like a stone. Your body had felt the lack of his touch with the deepest ache, yearning to be sated by his lips, tongue, and fingertips, but you hadn’t allowed yourself the relief in hopes that he would return to finish what he had begun. “Yes.”

His hand stilled over you, and he kept your hips from thrusting against him desperately with his other hand pressing into your hip bone. “Yes, and?”

A flash of dark desire flooded you. You knew what he wanted, and after working yourself into a lather thinking about him nonstop for what felt like an eternity, you weren’t too proud to give it to him. Anything for his touch on your overheated skin. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, picking you up easily. He crossed over to your bed and settled you on it surprisingly gently. The light filtering in from the city that never slept was just enough to reveal the dark glint in his eyes as he drank in your sprawled naked form. Deft fingers worked at his leather belt while he maintained eye contact with you, the intensity of it holding you captive. “I’m going to restrain your hands, as I do not trust you not to break the rules as you did earlier and touch me. Your transgressions will not be so easily overlooked and forgiven again. Is that understood?”

Fear stood the hair on the back of your neck on end. Restrained? Your eyes widened as he knelt beside you on the bed, drawing the cool leather of his belt up your torso, grazing both nipples, before his hands lifted your wrists to pin them above your head. The position angled him above you so that he could run his nose along your jaw, his tongue darting out to run along the length of your neck. “Do not be afraid, pet. I’ll take care of you. Give yourself over to me.”

Even without restraints, Loki could do anything that he wanted to you and you would be unable to stop it. This way, you were unable to explore the glorious body that hovered over yours, beautiful in the shadows of your room. He had done nothing but bring about such glorious sensations in you, excluding the frustration of postponing your pleasure. But now he was undressing as well, holding you to the bed with his strong hands, so perhaps you would finally get to revel in him as you had longed for for so long. If you were good, of course.

“I’m yours, Loki,” you admitted, gasping in your next breath as he tightened the belt around your wrists at your breathy admission. It was true, if only for the night.

He growled, his body tensing above you at your words. You smiled at the power they held over him, but he was composed in an instant, righting himself by the bed once again. He undid the button and zip on his well-fitting black slacks, letting them fall to the floor dramatically, his lips curving into a pleased grin at the way you darted your tongue out to wet your lips at the sight of his erection straining against his underwear.

But he didn’t add that last article of clothing to the ever-growing pile on the floor, much to your dismay. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your slightly spread legs, pushing them farther open with his hands at your knees. He stroked the flesh of your thighs as he moved his hands farther up your legs, bypassing the moist heat at your center to hook around your waist. With a firm tug that made you gasp in surprise, he pulled you down the bed so that your thighs rested against his with your knees bent to accommodate him between them.

“I will own you, body and soul, by the end of this evening. You will be ruined for any other but me, and then you will know the pleasure of my touch for the rest of your mortal days,” he vowed, dark and dangerous.

He put all of his weight on one elbow, his free hand lighting over your body, never lingering in one spot long before moving on, taking his time before finally settling on your left nipple. He tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it just enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain, watching your face twist at the dueling sensations. You arched your back just slightly into his touch, each roll of his fingers sending a shock of ecstasy straight to your core.

He lowered himself so that his cloth-covered erection rutted against your sex, matched in tempo by his lips suckling on your shoulder and his hand massaging your breast. You bit your lip to stifle the moans that longed to escape you, clenching your eyes against the building inferno he was stoking to life deep in your belly.

When his teeth clamped down firmly onto your shoulder just as his rigid cock found the perfect amount of friction against you, your mouth finally fell open to release a loud, guttural moan. He retreated at the sound, cruelly lifting his touch from you, and your eyes tore open to stare at him accusingly.

“You do not get to come without my permission. Understood?”

Tamping down your building frustration at the twisted ache inside of you yearning for release, you nodded, spreading your legs that much wider for him even as you submitted to his command. “Yes, sir.”

He rewarded you for your obedience by moving down your body, dotting your sweat-dampened skin with light kisses, on your collar bone, the swell of your heaving breast, your bellybutton, anywhere and everywhere within reach before he settled in between your legs. His arms snaked underneath you to wrap around your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders as he lay on the bed before you.

“Remember my rule,” he instructed, his eyes darkening as he breathed in the scent of your arousal. He dropped his mouth to you, darting his tongue out to tease between your glistening folds, and you were unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

It was the purest bliss and greatest torture, teasing at your folds without touching your entrance or your almost over-sensitive bundle of nerves. Your wrists strained against the belt holding them together, and the small stings of pain along your raw skin were almost a welcome relief against the slowly mounting coil of pleasure tightening in between your legs.

“Would you like me to end your suffering?” he asked, his smooth lips barely teasing against you.

“Please, Loki, please,” you begged, your voice raspy and hoarse, almost a sob with the intensity of your need.

He chuckled darkly, the rumble of it sending shockwaves of euphoria throughout your trembling limbs, before sealing his lips over you, flicking the blade of his tongue against your swollen clit. He suckled the sensitive flesh eagerly, and your inner walls clenched around him when he slid two fingers inside of you, the passage made easy by how ready you were for him. The curl of his long, elegant fingers beckoned you swiftly to an otherworldly orgasm.

After days and days of torture, it took but a few moments before your back bowed off of the bed, your hands clenching onto pillows and sheets for anything to hold you to reality as you cried out your release. You saw stars behind your clenched eyes, and all breath was stolen from your lungs.

Slowly, you floated back to reality, eased to the present moment by gentle laps of his tongue over your folds. You were boneless, completely spent, coasting on ecstasy as he planted a light kiss over your over-stimulated center that made you jump and hiss through your teeth.

You were keenly aware of his erection dragging along your skin as he kissed up your body - when had he taken off his underwear? It settled heavily against you, rubbing back and forth along you as he slowly thrust his hips back and forth in time with his mouth claiming yours. His tongue fought yours for dominance. He swallowed your quiet moans and gave you his in return, the timbre of them traveling through your chests crushed together beneath the pleasant weight of him.

His hands seared over your crackling nerves as they ghosted up your arms, making quick work of releasing them from the leather belt. You sighed at the release, your shoulders and upper arms had begun to ache slightly from the position, and dropped your arms to the bed on either side of you.

He dropped his forehead onto yours lightly, his nose rubbing against yours as he teased your entrance with his cock. You opened your eyes to find him looking down at you, all of the green in his gaze almost lost his pupils blown with desire.

“Mine,” he whispered, almost reverently, just as he thrust himself fully into you in one long, smooth stroke.

Were it not for him pinning you to the bed with his exquisitely muscled frame, you would have curled around him fully at the tight stretch of him fully sheathed within you. Your muscles clenched around him, holding him inside of you, and the edges of his collected facade cracked with a stuttered moan coming from deep in his throat, his brows furrowed and his jaw dropping.

It was the most erotic sight you had ever seen.

“You are better than I could have ever imagined, love,” he murmured, pressing a lingering, thorough kiss to your lips.

As his thrusts increased in speed and force, you lost where you ended and he began. You were a tangle of limbs and moans, the sounds of your bodies meeting echoing around the room as he took you for his pleasure with each rut of his pelvis against yours.

He found the right angle, determined by your hitching gasps, that rubbed his public bone into your clit and the very tip of his impressive length against your g-spot. You were rocketing toward your second orgasm quickly, having never fully come down from the first, and you broke his rule without thought to wrap your arms around his back and cling to his flexing back muscles with all of your might.

You were encompassed and filled by the god, his grunts sounding into your ears, the salty taste of his skin intoxicating on your tongue, his large frame completely overwhelming yours as he pulled you to his chest with his arms pushed between your back and the bed.

With a strangled scream, you tumbled into your release, and you were barely able to make out his hips faltering as he moaned out his as well.

He fell to the bed beside you, rolling over onto his back, panting lightly. Your arm came up to drape over your eyes as your heart rate and breathing slowly came down to what could resemble normalcy.

The bed shifted, and you lifted your arm just enough to peek out at the cause of it. Loki was standing beside the bed, dressing quickly, but not in a way that suggested he was fleeing. It was efficient, no movement wasted.

“You’re leaving?” you asked softly, unable to hide the disappointment from your voice. You didn’t know what you had expected, but after so much build-up, a one night stand was not it.

Finishing the buttons of his shirt, he towered over you on the bed to brush his lips across your forehead before pulling away. “I am.”

The pang of your heart in your chest was unexpected, and you felt foolish for its existence. He hadn’t promised you anything, but that didn’t stop you from wishing for more just the same.

His long legs ate up the distance to your doorway. He paused in the frame, his hand coming up to settle on the worn wood lightly. “I will return to you soon. See to it that you remember the rules.”

And as you had come to expect, he was gone, leaving you sweaty, spent, and sated.

Until next time.

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160. porky’s duck hunt (1937)

release date: april 17th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: mel blanc (porky, daffy), billy bletcher (drunken fish, the guy from upstairs), the sportsmen quartet (singing fish)

disney has steamboat willie. warner bros has porky’s duck hunt (or, actually porky’s hare hunt/a wild hare, your pick). the moment we’ve all been waiting for... the fated day is here at last: the world is introduced to the enigma that is daffy duck. if you somehow have been living under a rock for the past 6 months and don’t know, or if you’re just a well meaning passerby who i needlessly insulted for my own failed attempt at comical grandeur and for that i really am sorry, daffy’s my favorite looney tunes character (porky a close second) and one of my favorite cartoon characters of all time, if not favorite. i know my icon is pretty subtle in conveying that. anyway, yes! daffy makes his debut here, as does mel blanc voicing porky. with joe dougherty gone, mel has gotten his feet increasingly wet in cartoons, and now he has his big break, voicing the stuttering pig (and others) all the way until his death in 1989. and, as we saw in picador porky, porky is considerably slimmer here, a model which would be picked up by ub iwerks and bob clampett. frank tashlin would eventually slim porky down as well, the last one to do so.

while daffy is a tex avery creation, he only has 3 tex cartoons total. he’s unnamed in this cartoon (model sheets label him as “that crazy darn fool duck”), earning his title in his second entry, tex’s daffy duck and egghead. bob clampett would seemingly “adopt” daffy from tex, pinning him as porky’s sidekick. while clampett carried on tex’s vision of daffy’s daffiness, he also calmed him down as well. by 1938, daffy wasn’t a caricature of himself anymore. maybe not the most sane (is he ever?), but he was capable of coherent thought and conversation. in this cartoon, daffy is just a heckling little pest (though he fulfills that role quite often). porky and his dog rin chin chin embark on a good ol’ duck hunt, but daffy has other plans—saving his own skin.

the introduction of the cartoon is deceitfully mild. you go in thinking it’s just another porky pig cartoon, how cute, maybe a few polite laughs. a great way to lure the audience in for what’s ahead. the cartoon’s theme, “a hunting we will go”, scores the opening pan of duck hunting essentials: a book on how to hunt ducks, a “sure fire” shotgun, one “wear-well” hunting suit, duck decoys, and shotgun shells. some nice multi-plane camera work as we settle in on the happy hunter: a triumphant porky poses in front of his mirror, donning his hunting garb and shotgun, obviously pleased with himself, fancying himself as some sort of revolutionary soldier.

eager to get a move on, porky practices his aim, aiming straight at his napping dog (this time named rin-chin-chin. porky will have many a dog with many interesting names. i think “black fury” is my favorite for how metal it sounds.) the terrified pooch wakes from his nap and yelps, seeking refuge in a cabinet. carl stalling’s musical touch accents the anxious blinks of the dog very nicely.

finally, we hear mel blanc’s first ever lines for porky as he laughs it off. mel’s stuttering is especially profuse in this cartoon, still testing the waters with his new character. “d-d-d-d-d-do-do-don-do-don’t worry, it’s n-n-n--ne-ne-n-no-n-no-not l-l-l-lo-loaded. eh-w-we-w-watch!”

and, because porky says it’s not loaded, the gun is absolutely loaded. he fires a big, gaping hole right in his ceiling. i love the slow, creeping realization that porky has as he finally registers what just happened. lots of gears turning in his head, some great acting. maybe this is just the Mel Blanc Effect, but porky seems to have the most personality in this cartoon yet. this scene also blew my mind when i first watched it: this was one of the first porky cartoons i checked out, maybe the second one after porky’s romance. i’m not too sure how i stumbled upon it (i think i was curious about daffy’s origins or something), but the musical timing just astounded me. there are 8 beats in the music, and 8 angry knocks on the door in conjunction with the music. succinct musical timing was still pretty foreign to me, and this scene REALLY heightened my appreciation for the 30s cartoons, especially the music. the music is such a pivotal factor in my enjoyment of these cartoons, and carl stalling is in top shape with this one.

chuck jones animates the next scene as porky asks “who’s there?” billy bletcher’s grow grovels behind the door. “it’s the guy from upstairs!” ever good natured, porky opens the door, receiving a big fat punch to the face. the payoff is great as we see the peeved neighbor turn around, a giant hole in the right buttcheek of his pants, revealing his underwear beneath. great, drawn out timing.

tex deceives us with his tranquility of the early morning as we approach the fated duck pond, a sweeping, beautifully painted pan of the surroundings, accented by “william tell overture”. hang onto the peace and quiet, because it’s about to dissipate. porky shushes his dog, uttering the future wisdom of elmer fudd (but with a different speech impediment) as he whispers “shhh... shhhh! b-be-buh-be quiet. buh-be v-ve-very, v-v-ve-v-ve-very, v-v-v-v-ve-ve-very, ca-ca-ca-c-ca-ca-c-q-qu-qu-quiet.”

right on cue, porky’s prayers are answered as the telltale quack of a duck rings from above. one of my favorite gags of tex’s, relying wholeheartedly on deceitful timing as the duck floats on ahead. porky aims his gun, alone with only his dog, his target, and his thoughts...

when suddenly, an explosive cacophony of noise cracks through the entire pond as a gaggle of hunters pop up from their respective hiding places, firing mercilessly at the duck. so mercilessly, in fact, that porky has to dive to the ground to save himself. perhaps even better than the sudden eruption of action is the peace that comes after it: the duck flies along out of the gun smoke, completely unscathed. the hunters yell “AW, SHUCKS!” in conjunction with the mocking underscore of a hunting we will go. to quote daffy, very ingenious!

an appropriate score of “i only have eyes for you” as we hone in on a dim-witted cross eyed hunter (in the same vein as the cross eyed hitchhiker in porky the wrestler), who spots the duck in the air. the hunter aims his double barrel shotgun, but because he’s doomed to a life of loony hi-jinks thanks to his character design, he misses with both shots from each barrel, or so we think. tex takes quite a drastic turn out of left field as we see that the hunter HAS struck a target: two of them. two planes spiral towards the ground in black smoke, their pilots jumping out with the aid of their parachutes. a nonsensical gag that has little to do with the plot, but is hilariously unprecedented.

more chuck jones animation as we spot our chipper hunter placing his duck decoys in the water. with that, we are met with stardom, folks. porky turns away, just in time for daffy to fly down and land among the decoys, unidentifiable. half of daffy’s dialogue is limited to quacks and duck noises in this cartoon, which makes it all the more entertaining in my opinion. it’s so funny seeing daffy act like an actual duck. out of all the prototypes of say porky (if there is a porky prototype... i guess the entire dougherty era?) and bugs, daffy acts the most like his assigned animal species out of any of them. daffy quacks, causing porky to turn around. all he sees is a sea of decoys. porky reaches for his gun, another quack. yet the decoys are still there, no duck in (presumed) sight. a befuddled porky scratches his head before hatching an idea, winking at the audience in reassurance.

to hunt the duck, you must become the duck. carl stalling’s music score is lovely, nice and quaint and homely as porky ties a duck decoy around his head. he slowly submerges himself into the water, creeping across the pond, gun in hand. on the surface, it just looks like a regular, unblinking, plastic duck swimming. in all my viewings of this cartoon, i only JUST caught the trash littering the floor of the pond: what a great detail! it certainly adds a nice dose of sardonic humor.

porky’s genius plan works in his favor as he slowly rises in front of daffy, effectively startling the duck as he points his rifle. daffy prepares for his fate, or lack thereof, shutting his eyes and closing his ears, but all that’s expelled out of the gun is a gush of water. while porky investigates his gun, daffy uses this as an opportunity to fly away, perching himself on top of a floating alcohol barrel a ways away from the potential crime scene. just as he thinks he’s outsmarted the idiot pig, a gunshot to the barrel below him proves daffy wrong. daffy flies into the air in an angry quacking fit, while we have some rather sloppy animation of the exposed alcohol spilling into the lake, the barrel sinking.

and, because why else? a few fish come across the alcohol. they swim into the barrel sober, and emerge hiccuping and inebriated. did you know that if a fish gets drunk, it can breathe and walk on land? a fitting, tipsy accompaniment of “when my dreamboat comes home” scores the fish giggling and helping each other into a spare rowboat lying on shore.

then comes a beautiful, drunken rendition of “on moonlight bay” sung by the drunken fish. the song would be used in many a looney tunes cartoon, whether it be underscores or full on song numbers (while he doesn’t sing here, daffy does sing a duet with porky of the song in chuck jones’ my favorite duck. seemingly sober, of course). billy bletcher voices the lone fish slurring “now don’t you ever go away!”, the fish staring right at the camera in the same manner as the drunks from picador porky. i believe this is also chuck jones animation. it checks out his rule of animating drunks and closeups! the song is just lovely, as is the banjo accompaniment. certainly worthy of a listen.

what other way to top off such a great moment than a ben hardaway level pun of porky muttering “there’s something fishy about that.” i digress, i enjoy the pun (i love my puns) and his animation is super appealing and cute. porky’s frustration melts as he hears the all too familiar call of a duck. cautiously does he pull apart the reeds that blocks him and his duck foe, attempting to get a good look...

and daffy retaliates by biting porky square in the snout. the daffy nose bite gag would be a running gag with him, long after the tex avery daffy days. what’s not to love? porky doesn’t appreciate the gag nearly as much as i do. instead, he reaches for his rifle, fires, and actually gets a shot in. daffy’s lifeless body flops into the water. oh joy, oh rapture! porky’s hard work has finally paid off.

porky is completely overjoyed, now an excited, stuttering mess. “i ge-ge-ge-gu-guh-guh-got ‘im! i ge-ge-ge-gu-guh-guh-got ‘im! eh-g-g-go-go ge-get the-the-the duck, rin-ch-chin-chin!” bobe cannon animates this great bait and switch of a gag as the dog dives into the water, tackling daffy’s body and swimming back underwater, now just a black blob. we finally think that porky has emerged victoriously, the music crescendoing in triumphant anticipation, when DAFFY emerges from the water, haughtily tossing the unconscious body of the dog on the shore in a huff. what a great gag! and a side note: i didn’t mention it before, but this is bobe cannon’s first animation credit. he’s a WONDERFUL animator who’d work for bob clampett and later chuck jones, responsible for so many great smears in the dover boys. however, he wasn’t too proud of his past. he got in full swing with the UPA craze, and because of its heavy focus on design, he viewed his past works at warner bros as inferior. his animation is terrific! one of his trademarks, at least in the B&W clampett cartoons, is having a character talk without animating the lipsync. you’ll notice this often with daffy especially, like in this scene here. a wonderful animator is he!

speaking of bob(e)s, bob clampett animates the next iconic scene that would shape the entirety of daffy’s character for decades to come. in perhaps one of the strongest fourth wall breaks yet to come from a looney tunes cartoon, porky pulls out a script from the recesses of his hunting suit and flips through it calculatingly. finally, he just lets the talking get to the bottom of the conundrum. “hey, that wasn’t in the script!” daffy laughs in a lispless, hayseed guffaw. his first words are “don’t let it worry ya, skipper. i’m just a crazy, darn fool duck!” and, with that, daffy makes his iconic exit, HOOHOO!ing into the horizon as he does his signature stan laurel hop and hugh herbert laugh, cartwheeling and ankle clicking and bounding into the horizon.

on animating this scene, clampett says: “tex told me, ‘make him exit funny.’ i asked, ‘can i do anything i want?’ and he said ‘yes—anything.’ so i had daffy cross his eyes, do a stan laurel jump, and then do cartwheels, and do a ballet pirouette, and bounce on his head, and so forth. now, at that time, audiences weren't accustomed to seeing a cartoon character do these things. and so, when it hit the theaters it was like an explosion. people would leave the theaters talking about this daffy duck.” well, he was certainly right about the scene making an impact: here we are dissecting it today! while daffy’s personality turned in favor of the greedy, miserly type chuck jones and friz freleng gave him in the 50s, bob mckimson would still occasionally cling to daffy’s HOOHOO! exits and ways, even into the 60s. quite the important scene!

the scene after is rather meaningless and random, inserted possibly to fill up time or just as a declaration for tex’s love of gags, yet it amuses me nonetheless. tex works his sign gag magic as we spot a long, stringy fish making its way through the pond, an offscreen hand holding a sign that reads THIS IS AN ELECTRIC EEL, FOLKS. confirming our suspicions, the eel jolts with electricity, turning into a literal lightning bolt, a physical metaphor for its deadly touch. daffy spots the eel, completely unaware of its caveat. the animation and acting for daffy is very nice—the way he hides behind a log to “sneak” up on it, peering his little head out to get a good look. the duck strikes, swallowing the eel in one big gulp, swallowing and gleaming at the camera with his best “ain’t i a stinker?” grin. as he carries on his duck duties, swimming away contentedly, he receives a startling jolt of electricity from the eel inside him. the gag itself is a homage to the same gag in tex’s porky the rain-maker. once calm and content, daffy now skitters across the pond in a fit of terrified quacking, receiving jolts of electricity all the way. the gag has no relevance to the plot really—it just fades out and that’s the end of it, but i enjoy it regardless.

elsewhere, a different plight on a different character: hunger. porky sits in his boat, rifle in hand, waiting for his next fateful visitor to fly across, but the giant sandwich perched next to him is all too tantalizing. he licks his lips in anticipation—surely a quick lunch break can’t hurt if nobody’s coming to be shot, right? interesting to note that the past two cartoons to feature porky as a glutton have been tex avery cartoons—gold diggers of ‘49 and the blow out.

unable to stand it, porky reaches for his sandwich, discarding his rifle for the time being. just as he reaches for his lunch, a gaggle of ducks land right on the boat, quacking at him mockingly. the animation of porky scrambling to reach his gun is great. he doesn’t just reach for it, he swats around aimlessly for a few beats, trying to collect himself. i love how he looks in this cartoon, too. very cute and very appealing. porky finally grabs the gun, preparing to shoot, but all the ducks have flown away. oh well. porky goes back to his lunch, and his visitors fly back down again. in the midst of his scramble, porky grabs the gun the wrong way, nearly killing himself as he shoots the rowboat instead, collapsing into the water. all hopes of a delicious sandwich lunch is gone.

no matter! a random caricature of comedian joe penner is hiding in the pond to bring solace to porky, holding out a duck and giving his garbled catchphrase of “you wanna buy a duck?” something tells me that porky isn’t too enthused.

fade out and in to porky’s trusting hunting dog rin-chin-chin signaling for his master to come over quietly. porky marches out of the pond, swapping his duck decoy for his hunting cap and seeing what the matter is. i’m wondering if this scene was swapped around last minute, or maybe to indicate the passing of time (and more failures), seeing as porky didn’t have his duck decoy hat on in the last scene. nevertheless, magically changing hats aren’t on the top of porky’s mind: daffy swimming tantalizingly right in front of him is.

porky prepares to fire, and daffy once more anticipates his doom... but all he receives is a series of malfunctioning clicks. today is not porky’s day. however, daffy is pleased. so pleased that he marches onshore to HELP a very irate porky, furiously clicking his gun to no avail. i love how porky looks in this scene. very cute. daffy shakes his head and tuts in disapproval. in a great moment of half baked camaraderie, daffy haughtily reaches his hands out, signaling for porky to give him the gun. porky obliges hesitantly, observing as daffy clicks the gun once and fires. a success. daffy’s expression of disapproving indifference is the cherry on top of the entire gag.

with the duty done, daffy returns the gun to porky, who scratches his head in befuddlement. and, as if we could possibly forget, daffy guffaws his short lived catchphrase: “huh-huh, it’s me again.” the timing is lovely: avery could have opted to make daffy preface the interaction by saying “it’s me again”, but waited until the last possible moment to let the absurdity sit on. the line serves as a segue for daffy to make his heel clicking exit in a chorus of HOOHOO!s, once more bounding away from porky.

porky’s determined to get that damn duck if it’s the last thing he does. while daffy flies off, porky fires rapidly. in a homage to the previous airplane gag where the pilots were shot down, porky fires so quickly that he ends up decimating the ground beneath him, digging himself into a physical (and metaphorical) hole with each shot. a few overhead quacks, and porky pulls himself up from his homemade trench.

the V of ducks (or geese?) floating so tantalizingly above porky is like pure gold. figuring his gun wouldn’t be much use as of right now, porky opts to use a duck call instead. he gives it a hearty blow. the duck call is certainly convincing, but hardly in the way porky wanted it to be. the reeds and marshland around him is shot to pieces, the crowd of hunters from earlier mistaking porky for a duck instead. porky shields himself as the fire eventually stops. his happy-go-lucky attitude from the exposition is completely gone now as we spot a rare (for this time, anyway) display of over-boiling emotions. beyond frustrated, porky slams the duck call to the ground in defiance. physics defies his defying, and the duck call bounces right into his dog’s throat.

rin-chin-chin hiccups, and a duck call is emitted instead. porky and his dog ogle at each other, fearing what this could possibly mean. without any more hesitation, they both flop to the ground, taking cover. surprisingly, gunshots are sparse. that doesn’t stop porky from fashioning his own white flag to indicate his surrender. and, in an act of averyism, the gunshots pour in once porky raises his white flag. the animation of porky flopping around helplessly is very nice and rubbery—he’s like a rag doll.

duck season is completely out of the question: it’s pig season now. porky and rin-chin-chin run for the (beautifully painted) rural hills, both trying to dodge the flurry of bullets that follow. it’s like a war zone! finally, they both make it out alive... but miserable in the process. they both sulk as the woefully trudge back home, porky shooting furious glares at his hiccuping/quacking dog, who stares back at him in remorse. the mood is drastically different from the one we saw at the beginning.

finally, porky is in the comfort of his own home, free to mope and sulk as much as he pleases. just as he’s about to get his wallowing on, a cruelly familiar noise sounds out the window. seeing as it was the last cartoon released, it’s only fitting for “she was an acrobat’s daughter” to underscore the gang of ducks outside porky’s house, mockingly frolicking and playing, just waiting to be pierced full of holes.

we get our first porky stutter switch gag as he repeatedly attempts to fire, but to no avail. he’s pissed now. “d-duh-d-d-duh-du-duh-doggone it! nuh-nuh-nn-n-no more bu-buh-buh-b-bu-bu-bul-bull-bulle-buh—eh-shells!” but, as they say, luck favors the prepared, and porky was certainly prepared in the beginning. bad luck strikes porky once more as he tosses his gun away in a huff. in fact, there WAS at least one more bu-buh-b-buh-bul-bulle—shell in the gun. the gun fires, creating a giant hole in porky’s ceiling, parallel to the beginning.

a continuity error all in the name of a gag as we hear angry pounding on the door. porky opens the door and gets another punch to the snout from the same guy before, now marching upstairs with TWO holes in the back of his pants. a funny gag for sure, but the fact that he’s marching upstairs when just previously we saw the outside of porky’s house, ducks flying in his yard, raises a bit of a question. iris out.

but that’s not all, folks! the end of this cartoon has a special visitor: instead of the script writing “that’s all, folks!”, we instead have daffy zooming and zipping around on the lettering, HOOHOO!ing all the way, waving goodbye at his audience.

if you somehow managed to get to the end of this, congrats! what a monumental cartoon. this is not, by any means, the best daffy cartoon ever to exist. it’s a bit rough in some spots, and after the novelty wears off it isn’t as extraordinarily hilarious as it would have been in 1937. but that’s not to say this isn’t one of my favorite cartoons of all time: it absolutely is, despite its flaws. i love this cartoon to death. there’s so much happening! daffy’s first appearance, mel’s first time as porky. so anti-disney of an approach that it would truly shape the rest of the cartoons we’ll be seeing. without this cartoon, who knows if we’d have porky’s hare hunt? and without porky’s hare hunt, who knows if we’d have a wild hare? bugs owes daffy a thank you for his existence. i think this really is one of the most important cartoons in the entirety of looney tunes, moreso than a wild hare. the chances of a wild hare existing without porky’s duck hunt is pretty slim. tex would have no wabbit to rechristen and shape into the bugs we know and love today, because chances are there wouldn’t be a prototype bugs. not that porky hunting cartoons are the end all be all of animation, but they did play a part in spawning some of the most iconic characters in animation history.

as wild as this cartoon is, it’s strangely comforting at the same time. carl stalling’s musical score is out of this world on this one. the wild, zany moments are much more exciting than the exposition, but the exposition is very endearing and perhaps even a little sentimental, at least in my eyes. and, fun fact, there was actually a picture book adaptation made from this cartoon, so i suppose that adds to my view of its sentimentality. it feels like one, big, twisted norman rockwell painting to me. i’m always put in a good mood when watching this cartoon, because i don’t care about the continuity errors or animation errors or what have you. it’s just plain FUN. and again, you have to put yourself in the mindset of a 1937 moviegoer. this cartoon may seem like nothing in comparison to the mayhem we’ve seen in future cartoons, but as of april 17th, 1937, it was an absolute game changer. people had never seen this before. so, thanks to the direction of tex, this cartoon has shaped what looney tunes is today. i love this cartoon, and i’d urge you to watch it anytime, but its historical significance is another pivotal reason why you should watch it, at least once. GO WATCH IT!!!! watch history unfold before your very eyes! you have no reason not to. go do it!!

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