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writingsbychlo · 2 years ago

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I always see writings about short reader and taller male characters (I love them). If requests are open, could you write reader x Az, is she too tall for a fae? (Like just a few inches shorter than him)

Disregard if I don't like or are not open to requests. My english is kinda messed up, so forgive any mistakes and thank you ! 🤭🩷

Some days, insecurities still got the better of you. Some days, things you long thought you'd come to terms with, gotten over, still lingered on your mind. Some days, your thoughts strayed out, to everything around you, and it seemed like the world was playing against you.

As you watched Cassian wrap Nesta up in his arms, making all of her tall stature seem tiny, today was one of those days. You'd always been tall, always been someone other girls had to look up at to speak to, always been the one who avoided heels and stand at the back of the group.

Even so, as Cassian grinned at her playful scowl and wrapped her up even tighter, your throat was thick as you swallowed back emotions, noting how even tall Nesta, with her larger-than-life personality and sky-high attitude, seemed so small.

You never felt like that.

As you finished packing away your things, trying not to let emotions overtake you, blinking back tears of anger and frustration, an arm wrapped around your waist. Like a soothing balm over burns, it was enough to calm you a little, rough fingertips dipping underneath the edge of your training shirt to smooth over your bare skin.

With a calming sigh, you stood back up, swinging your bag over the other shoulder, as Azriel curled you into his side. A soft smile sat on his pretty pink lips, and you leaned in, barely having to tip your head up at all to let your lips meet, and that thought soured the act of affection, lingering in your mind like a poison until his kiss felt more like a burn than love.

When he pulled back, that soft smile melted into concern, brows furrowing and frown marring his pretty face, an expression you hated putting there, but there was no way you could stop it. Your mating bond may still be somewhat new, but Azriel had always been good at reading people, it was no surprise he'd taken to understanding every different tug and tweak of your bon so quickly too. With his concern, he sent a flood of comfort and love along that bridge between your hearts, enough that the beginnings of a real smile flickered briefly at the edges of your lips.

"I'm okay, Az. Just... one of those days."

You both had them, and by the slow nod of his head, you knew he understood, but he pulled you a little closer anyway. Another peck to your lips, one to your cheek and your hairline, before he was guiding you silently out of the room, offering a goodbye on both of your behalves to those still milling around in the training area.

You weren't sure where he was leading you, not until the halls narrowed, and the grandeur of the house of Wind thinned a little, the side of the building you were less familiar with. His room, a place that was slowly becoming less and less used as he spent almost every night in your bed, holding you close and soaking up every second with you that he could. You liked his room more, his bed was bigger, it made you feel less—

No. No, you wouldn't allow your thoughts to slip back somewhere else, somewhere bad, somewhere you didn't go anymore.

Your head rolled onto his shoulder, a soft sigh slipping from your lips, and even as you walk,d his head tipped down to rest on top of your own.

"You can tell me, you know. If you want to get it off your chest, if you want to talk about it."

His rumbling tone was like a lullaby, a song that soothed your heart, deeper and tender and so full of love, and your lip wobbled a little. "Do you ever wish I was smaller?"

"Smaller?" Genuine confusion laced his tone, enough that a burst of warmth settled in your chest, like a hug he'd settled right into your skin, just from one simple word. It only helped for a moment, before the cold was back.

"Smaller. Less... big framed." He stayed silent, letting you go on, giving you a chance to continue at his loss. "I don't give off the same delicate nature that Elain does. She's so small, even as a fae. Amren is tiny, even Nesta is tall but she's not... like me. Do you ever wish I was smaller, so you could treat me like Cassian does Nesta or Lucien to Elain? They love wrapping them up, making it like they're something small to cradle and protect. Instead, you got stuck with a mate big enough to share clothes with you. When Feyre wears one of Rhys' shirts, it hangs on her like a dress, your clothes fit me, Az. I'm not tiny."

This time, his silence was accompanied by a flood of sadness and concern down the bond, his feet coming to a stop and his arm slipping away from around your waist, before his hands were coming to cup your cheeks. Large thumbs smoothed over your cheekbones, forcing g you to meet his gaze until you were drowning n the worried whiskey of them.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't you dare apologise, I should be the one apologising. If you think there is even a single part of you that I don't love, then I am utterly failing at being your mate. For that, I'm sorry." His forehead came to your own as he shuffled a step forward, neck barely bending at all to press you together, his lashes fluttering as the closed, noses bumping. "I love every single part of you."

"Az—"

"Every. Single. Part. I love you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and that means your height just gives me more to love, it means I get to give you more love, and I have so much to give." Your shaky sigh washed over him, and he closed the gap for only a second, a desperate and emotion-filled kiss left on your lips. "You're so damn beautiful just as you are. The first time I saw you, you took my breath away, and I've never been able to catch it since. I love sharing clothes with you, and that they fit. I'm a selfish, jealous bastard, and when you wear my clothes out in public, I know you smell like me, like you're showing off who gets to love you. It makes me so proud. You are strong, and independent, and you make me feel good about myself."

"Yeah?" That perked you up, that brightened it all, the idea of doing something to help your mate was light a single ray of light in the dark. It was his turn to swallow thickly, pulling back to catch your gaze once again, baring all the vulnerability within it to you.

"Yeah. You feel real under my hands, you feel strong. You don't make me feel like some kind of lumbering, destructive monster. You make me feel like I'll break you, like I'm not worthy of you. You make me feel right."

"Well, when you put it like that..." The darkness still lingered, it would probably hang around all day, but sharing the burden with Azriel made it feel a little easier to carry. Light enough to make a joke, at least.

"Besides, I may not connect with my Illyrian heritage much, but do you know what they say about tall women?" You shook your head, and his low chuckle reverberated against your lips as he leaned in. "In my culture, tall women are the best of all. Tall women are warriors, they can handle a warrior's lifestyle, they make the strongest sons and they can protect the home. It is an honour to be mated to a tall woman, she is to be coveted, to be celebrated, to be worshipped. You are perfect for every part of me."

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shadyruinskryptonite · 9 months ago

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Titan Bending Chapter 20

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Anything in bold is considered to be a different language and the context will specify what that language may be.

Chapter Warnings: None! This is a cute, fluffy little chapter but there's some important character development.

WC: 3508

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

Masterlist

Tags: @mochminnie @sseleniaa @naruwitch

Thwack!

I’m violently awoken by something hitting me and instinctively throw a punch in the direction I was hit from. My room is pitch black so I can’t see for shit, but when I don’t make contact with anything and hear rousing giggles, I can’t help but smile.

“You’re lucky I’ve missed you otherwise I’d be pissed,” I say without addressing anyone in particular.

After her giggling subsides, Suki merely says, “Get up loser, we’re going for a run.”

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have stood for such a direct order. But from Suki? I’d follow her to the end of the earth without a second thought. So I get out of bed as nimbly as my tired body will allow and get dressed.

As we run, we don’t talk much unless I’m pointing something out to her. The sun is barely rising and the air is thick with the smell of morning dew. Just being in Suki’s company brings me immense peace and the serene background only adds to the moment. I’m enjoying this slice of normalcy so much, that I honestly lose track of time. Before I know it, Hange is calling us to breakfast like a mother calling her kids to supper after a long day of playing outside.

Arms linked, Suki and I head inside. Once we have our trays, we sit in the same places as dinner the night before. The entire meal is much quieter than normal and as I eat quietly I sneak glances at Zuko to assess the damage. I assume Katara healed him last night, but in spite of this, he still has some gnarly bruising on his face. I’m struck by a strong wave of guilt and suddenly the uncharacteristic silence is suffocating. Luckily, Suki breaks me out of my thoughts.

“So, when are you boys heading out?” She asks cheerily.

She always knows when I need saving.

Aang answers, “Probably as soon as we’re done eating. I want to give Appa ample time because it’s a longer stretch than I’d normally make him do in one sitting.”

We all nod and it seems like that’s where the conversation is going to end, but Sokka kind of absently asks, “What are you all going to get up to today?”

Everyone looks to me and, with a mouthful of some kind of egg dish I shrug. Hange takes this as her opportunity to jump in, “I was hoping you all could do some bending! I’d like to compare y/n and Katara and I’m dying to see earth bending!”

I smile at her continued enthusiasm before looking at the girls questioningly. Katara agrees on all of their behalves.

Tidying up, everyone moves to help the boys load everything back onto Appa. While we head outside, Zuko grabs my wrist and hesitantly asks, “Can we talk?”

I look around a little incredulously before responding, “Now?!”

He huffs. “Well, yeah. If not now, when?”

Unamused with his attitude, I cross my arms and bite back, “I don’t know, when I see you again in, like, three days?”

Sighing, his tone of voice drops. “Please, y/n,” he says pleading with me.

Letting out a sigh of my own I reluctantly agree and we step off to the side for a little bit of privacy. I keep my arms crossed as I stand there staring at him expectantly. While he stutters trying to even begin what he wants to say, the wind catches his now very long hair and carries the scent of his shampoo and cologne to me. He has always smelled like a unique concoction of palo santo, tobacco, whisky, and herbal tea and as soon as it hits my nose I’m flooded by memories of the good times.

Clearly, my face must have reflected the images flashing in my mind because he stops his stammering to check if I’m okay. Snapping back to reality, I realize he’s reached out and grabbed my arm and we’re now standing much closer than we were just a moment ago.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just remembered something, it’s no big deal. So, um, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” I say, desperately trying to shove the thoughts back into their locked box in the back corner of my mind.

“I, uh, j-just wanted to say I-I’m s-s-sorry. For what I said, I mean,” he finally spits out, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

I’m now fully grounded in reality again. My composure regained, I simply state, “Good. You should be.” He looks at me a little surprised. I heave another massive sigh as I look away and mutter, “And I’m sorry I let my anger get the best of me and took it too far,” snapping back to look him dead in the eye, I continue, “But don’t get it twisted: I’m not sorry that I beat the shit out of you. You deserved that. I’m just sorry I went as far as I did.” Again, he seems taken aback but this time I’m not going to budge.

Zuko looks like he wants to say more but I cut him off before he can further organize his thoughts, “Are we done here?”

I catch his eyebrows raise quickly before he looks down at the ground and mutters, “I was also hoping we could talk about…about us.” He sneaks a glance up through his eyelashes.

I try my hardest to maintain an even expression as I deadpan back, “There’s nothing to talk about Zuko. Like I said last night, you need to get over it.” Without giving him a chance to argue I turn on my heal and begin to walk away but he stops me again and barely whispers, “I miss you, y/n.”

Without turning around, I talk to him over my shoulder. “We should help the others load up, they’re probably almost done by now.” With that, I walk back to the rest of the Gaang.

Fuck, don’t you dare fall for it y/n. He proved yesterday that you made the right choice two years ago. You need to stand your ground!

Making sure to wipe my face of any emotion, I walk up to everyone as nonchalantly as I can. With a, albeit forced, smile I ask, “Sorry about that, how can I help?”

Sokka looks at me accusatorially. “And where were you?”

“Taking a shit, what’s it to ya?” I say without missing a beat.

Just then Zuko approaches with a similarly forced expression and a knowing silence falls over the group.

Continuing on, Sokka throws a bag up onto Appa’s saddle and says, “Well, that was the last thing so nothing now.” Shifting to also speak with Katara, Suki, and Toph as well as any of the Scouts that are within earshot he says, “So we’ll get back to the fire nation tonight. Then tomorrow I’ll leave in the morning on an airship back here which should get me in around mid-day. Then we can leave for Ba Sing Se the day after that.”

We all nod in agreement with his plan and I can feel the kids get excited at the thought of seeing the world. We hug Aang and Sokka goodbye and I notably avoid hugging Zuko, a fact that is not lost on Katara and Suki.

I’ll be hearing about this shit later.

As everyone climbs on Appa, we wish them safe travels and they take off.

Watching them fade into the distance, I feel someone approach me. Speaking Watertribe so no one else can hear our conversation, Katara asks, “So, you wanna tell me what that was all about.”

Still watching Appa, I try to dismiss her. “Zuko just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” I say trailing off towards the end.

Katara intentionally steps into my field of view, demanding my attention. With a raised eyebrow she crosses her arms and says, “Is that all he wanted to talk about?”

“...No. He also wanted to talk about us, but I didn’t humor that conversation. There’s nothing to talk about.”

In the distance, Hange calls us to the training ground so she can begin observing us, so we all start walking in that direction. This doesn’t stop Katara from continuing our conversation, though.

“You know he’s still very hung up on you.”

Damnit Katara, why do you have to mother HIM now?

“Yeah, I picked up on that,” I say sarcastically.

“y/n…” She presses.

“Katara.” I stop walking and she stops with me. “He might still be hung up on me, but I am not hung up on him. Relationships end. He’ll just have to get over it - which, I might add, is exactly what I told him.”

She sighs and nods and we finish walking to the training field, but I can’t help but think that’s not the last I’ll be hearing about this.

I can’t be bothered by it now, though.

As Katara, Toph, and I begin warming up and sparring, everyone else including Suki sits on the sidelines and watches. Since the three of us are preoccupied and some distance away, we have no clue what kinds of conversations are happening.

“One thing that you should watch for is how much more fluid Katara is than y/n. You can’t really see it in the warm ups, but when they’re fighting Katara’s style is a more classic water bending style while y/n fights a lot more like an earth bender or a fire bender.” Suki explains.

“Why is that?” Hange asks.

“Well, Katara learned from more traditional masters. While y/n learned from water benders in the beginning of her life, she spent so much time around earth benders and fire benders that I think she just adapted some of their fighting style. It probably also has to do with her not bending for so many years; by the time she started again, most of her points of reference for combat were other elements.”

Mikasa chimes in, “Hey, why did she stop bending? She gave us a vague answer but-”

Suki cuts her off, “Let me guess, she said something along the lines of ‘I was a very bad person for a while and I was convinced that my bending was the problem’ or something like that?”

This shocks Mikasa and the rest of the kids that were around to hear me give that explanation. Finally, Mikasa says, “Yeah, almost word for word. How did you know that?”

Suki chuckles. “Because that’s all she’s ever said to any of us about the topic. We know as much as you do on that front.”

Everyone sits in silence as they watch for a while, aside from Suki occasionally pointing out which forms and techniques were unique. Once I switch to sparring with Toph, Suki quietly speaks up again. “Please, do me a favor.”

She pauses while everyone turns to look at her, but she doesn’t look at anyone in particular as she continues to speak. “Keep an eye on her. If she’s hurt, she’ll do everything in her power to downplay it because there’s nothing she hates more than sympathy or pity. And,” she glances towards everyone from the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the field. “She has a tendency to be reckless, ESPECIALLY if she thinks someone she loves is in danger.” Now fully turning to look at everyone to emphasize her last point, “And I can tell by how you all interact that she loves all of you the way she loves us. So if one of you is in trouble, she’ll do ANYTHING to help. She doesn’t really have much regard for herself in that way.” Suki looks back at the field now that the atmosphere has turned somber.

After another prolonged beat of silence, Armin tentatively asks, “What can we do to protect her?”

Suki gives a half smile. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s VERY capable of defending herself. Honestly, she’s probably the most capable person I know despite, or maybe even because of, the risks she takes. But, if you really want to prevent her from being reckless, the only thing you can do is not put yourselves in a situation where she feels like she needs to intervene.”

Toph absolutely bodies me, knocking the wind out of me. As she cackles, I call for a break. The three of us head towards the others, hobbling and wheezing as I go, I immediately pick up on a very melancholic atmosphere.

Still trying to catch my breath, I ask, “Y’all good here?”

Suki immediately jumps up and exclaims “Yep! All good here!” I raise my eyebrow at her but she’s unphased. “Why don’t you take us into town when you’re done here?”

I glance to Hange who nods, saying “I think I’ve gotten a lot to think about from this, you’re free to go.”

I quickly shower before getting ready to head out of the barracks. When I emerge from the shower, I notice a small drawstring bag sitting on top of my things. When I pick it up, it jingles like coins and upon further inspection I find that that’s exactly what it is. Confused, I dry myself off and get dressed before heading to Hange’s office.

“What’s this?” I confront.

When she looks up from her desk, I can see her looking at it for a moment. “Looks like a velvet coin pouch.”

“I figured that out,” I say sarcastically. “Why did you leave it on my things?”

Now she’s the one confused. Sitting back she says, “I didn’t leave you that.” She reaches out her hand and I give her the bag.

After she looks at it a bit more closely, she sits back with a funny look on her face.

Now, a little annoyed, I question, “What?”

She doesn’t explain her expression, but she says, “Actually, it’s Levi’s velvet coin pouch.”

Still just as confused as when I entered, I thank her and head a few doors down to Levi’s room. I knock without waiting and let myself in where I find him in his usual place behind his desk. I start up the same charade I just went through with Hange.

“What is this?”

“A coin pouch,” he deadpans.

“Oh my god you’re insufferable. Yes, I got that. Why did you leave this on my things?” I say, my annoyance growing.

“How do you know I left it there?” He counters.

“Because I just asked Hange and she said it’s yours.”

He huffs a little before looking back down at his desk, only adding “We don’t pay you, so if you’re going into town you’ll need money.”

My annoyance drops and for a moment I’m speechless. When I get my wits about me, I finally stutter out, “Oh, um, thank you, Levi. You didn’t have to do that.”

All he says is “I know.”

“Well, would you like me to get you anything while I’m out?”

“I don’t need anything.”

I should’ve known he’d never go for that.

“Okay, well, thanks again Levi. That’s really kind of you.” I say as I go to exit his office. Before I do though, I realize something.

He only responds with a nonverbal “Hm?”

Embarrassed, I turn back to him and say, “Hey Levi?

Looking at the ground, I mumble, “How much is in here exactly? I’m not familiar with your money.”

I don’t even have to look at him to feel his demeanor soften. He gets up and walks over to me, gently opening the bag. Taking out a few different coins he says, “I gave you $50. This coin is worth $10, this coin is $5, and this one is $1. You might get some smaller coins back in change, but that’s what’s in here.”

When I look up at him, we’re eye to eye and I can feel my stomach flip-flop from the proximity. All I can manage to do is squeak out a quick “Thank you” before I turn and nearly run out of his office.

Damnit, fuck you Suki and Katara for putting this idea in my head. I was doing just fine before!

Grabbing the girls, we head into the markets and begin perusing. For the most part we don’t see anything that we want, but when my eyes fall on this beautiful yellow sun dress with little blue flowers, I feel like I have to have it.

“Really, that one?” Katara asks incredulously. “I’ve never seen you wear anything other than all black or your robes from the Fire Nation.”

A little offended, I retort “Just because I’ve never worn something like that before doesn’t mean I wouldn’t LIKE to! I love dresses, they are just impractical most of the time.”

“What would you even wear that for?” Suki asks.

And that’s when I get an idea. “We should have a picnic when Sokka gets here tomorrow! That would be such a neat surprise for everyone!”

Without waiting for their response, I run upto the merchant and buy the dress with the mission now in mind of getting things to prepare a picnic for a bunch of hungry teenagers. As we peruse the market and compare prices to things, I notice one stand in particular that catches my eye. I tell the girls to wait there as I approach the merchant.

“Hi! I was wondering what your best blend is?” I ask brightly.

The old woman running the stand smiles. “Well hun, it depends on what you like.”

“Oh, it’s actually not for me, it’s for a friend of mine. I don’t know exactly what he likes, but I know nothing floral or sweet,” I explain.

She smiles again, and it’s the kind of maternal smile that mends a person. “I have just the thing.”

With her back turned, she continues to speak over her shoulder. “I know just about everyone ‘round these parts, but I’ve never seen you before so you must be with the Scouts. New recruit?”

I chuckle nervously, “Oh yeah, I might be their newest.” I feel bad lying to this lady but it’s much easier than trying to explain who I actually am.

“Who’s this friend you’re buying for?” She asks with all of the tact of a grandmother asking about when you’re going to get a significant other.

“Oh, his name is Levi.”

She stops what she’s doing and looks at me. “As in Captain Levi?”

I smile and nod. I can tell she’s holding back what she really wants to say but she simply states, “Well, you’re in luck then because this particular tea that I’ve got for you happens to be his favorite.”

I look at her wide-eyed and she giggles a little. “He’s my best customer. If there’s one way to get in good with your boss, it’s going to be this.”

I blush a little and thank her. She hands the tea to me but as I go to pull out the coin purse that Levi gave me, she stops me. She glances down at it, clearly recognizing it to be his, and whispers “It looks like maybe you’re already in with him. This one is on the house sweetheart, as long as you promise to come back and visit me again.”

My blush deepens but I smile broadly at her. “I promise.” She pats my arm gently and sends me on my way.

Returning to the girls, Suki asks, “What was that all about?”

Before I can answer, Toph chimes in asking, “And why is your heart racing?”

I roll my eyes and say, “It was nothing, just a good conversation with a really sweet older lady.”

We continue to scope out the market and Toph mischeviously whispers only loud enough for me to hear, “Liar.”

I meet her with a swift punch to the arm and we go about finishing our shopping. When we get back home, I run to Hange to tell her about our picnic plans.

“I don’t think we’ve ever done anything like that,” She muses.

“All the better!” I laugh a little. “I got the idea specifically so I would have a reason to wear a dress that I fell in love with at the market.”

“You know, I don’t think I can picture you in a dress.”

“Ugh, why does everyone keep saying that!”

She laughs as she grabs me to head to dinner, but I excuse myself telling her that I’d meet her in the mess hall. I grab the tea and Levi’s change and slip into his office. Like I had suspected, it was vacant. I leave the little box and the velvet bag with change on his desk, along with a note saying:

“Thank you so much for the money, it really made it a fun trip. I met a friend of yours while I was out, she guaranteed that you’d like this!”

Happy with my little surprise, I leave to meet up with everyone for dinner.

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phillippadgettwrites · 2 years ago

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I absolutely think you should put the plagiarist The_Truth_Is_In_Here on blast here on Tumblr. The fucking AUDACITY to blatantly rip you off and just say they were “inspired” is unreal. Their “work” is copy & pasting someone ELSE’S work and changing the words a little. I am IRATE on your and author’s behalves, and think they need to be called out on other fic platforms

My goal isn’t necessarily to put anyone on blast, though it would certainly be warranted. This author is choosing to stand firm that this wasn’t intentional, and that they did not realize it was plagiarizing when they posted it. I have a very hard time believing that, given the level of copy-catting. There are stories I have re-read dozens of times, and I could not reproduce them from memory with this much accuracy even if I wanted to, so it’s a stretch to claim that this author did so by accident.

So let this serve as a lesson to all writers and aspiring writers out there who may not have a good understanding of what plagiarism is. It doesn’t just mean copying word for word. Changing small details, rephrasing the entire thing “in your own words” is still plagiarism. Making her bathrobe black instead of white, making the character a deputy instead of the chief of police, having her facing away rather than face to face when things get spicy, are not significant changes that make your story now “original.” And to anyone knowingly plagiarizing: I hope you have the day you deserve.

If you can’t come up with this shit on your own, you are not built to be a creative writer. Your lack of imagination does not give you the right to steal the intellectual property of others.

If anyone would like to read my story, Katy, which was apparently good enough to steal, you can do so here. Below are comparisons of my story and The_Truth_Is_In_Here’s now deleted story that was a start to finish ripoff of Katy, scene for scene. This is what plagiarism looks like.

#x files fanfic #xf fic #xf fanfic #plagiarism

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nitewrighter · 2 years ago

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dva for the niche questions? if you havent already, of course. thank you, and i love these so much!

a song that reminds me of them: "Death Thrice Drawn" by The Scary Jokes

what they smell like: She is a celebrity so it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that she does NOT have gamer stank. I mean she could, sometimes, but in public she actually smells pretty nice. Kind of like a strawberry-rose-hibiscus tea from a bougie boba shop.

an otp: Bunnyribbit and D.Vamon. but I also really like the idea of her with an Omnic partner. She said Bob was cute!! She has good taste!!

a notp: Eh none in particular.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I had a lot of fun writing her hanging out with Zen in my fics! I also really like Dae-hyun.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: I've already talked about how the 'soldier 76 adopts her' headcanon was kind of weird and I'm glad it's fallen out of prominence, so I'm just gonna say it just feels kind of grabbing-at-straws-ish how she immediately gets shipped pretty much entirely based on age. It's like, "Oh look, a character who's roughly within a five year window of her age *plonk*" It happened with Brig and now it's happening with Kiriko. At least Brig had the 'mechanic' factor so they have something to talk about and bond over, but Kiriko makes it glaringly clear that it's really more about age than any really strong points of characterization. It just feels kind of cheap on both characters' behalves and it's the kind of shipping that makes me go, "Hey yeah people have a point when they say Overwatch fans only care about shipping."

the position they sleep in: Starfish sleeper, snorer, sprawled across several oversized plushies from fans, runs surprisingly warm despite how small she is, has big oversized tacky geeky t-shirts that were given away at e-sports events as pajamas.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: God I'd love to see the Cruiser skin expanded into its own Rockabilly AU, it's just a fun --or--OR the cruiser skin is her skin for dangerous night racing on Route 66!!!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: I really like Cruiser. I really like it when they play with decades/genres in skins, and also I love all the unique voice lines for it.

#overwatch #hana song

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 2 years ago

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Like Real People Do

by ImagineThat112

If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And he put his love down soft and sweet In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

By some Devine intervention, or perhaps sheer negligence and incompetency on all behalves, The End Of The World had been adverted and the world had been put back together perfectly whole. But for Azirphale and Crowley, the cracks beneath their feet began to bare more teeth than ever before. Now that the 6000 years they spent procrastinating had come to an end, it was time to face the feelings they kept away for so long. But why did it all have to complicated? Why couldn't it just be as blissfully simple as it use to be?

Why couldn't they kiss like real people do?

Words: 4171, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Adam Young (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), God (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, 6000 Years of Slow Burn (Good Omens), Angst, Fluff, Smut, Eventual Smut, Love, Based on a song, Inspired by Music, Inspired by a Hozier Song, Title from a Hozier Song, Song: Like Real People Do (Hozier), Song: Take Me To Church (Hozier), First Time, Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Power Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Top Crowley (Good Omens), Service Top Crowley (Good Omens), this took me way too long to write, Slow Dancing, I don't know what to put in the tags

From https://ift.tt/Hvkqcyh https://archiveofourown.org/works/46244146

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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iridescentmirrorsgenshin · 10 months ago

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yes yes yes!! You’ve encapsulated my feelings entirely upon focussing on the “us” in this voice line.

Since alhaitham doesn’t share his true thoughts on these things, it is easy to lean heavily on kaveh’s more forthcoming perspective expressed in his character stories, as alhaitham’s character stories tend to remain objective and omit the emotion which kaveh’s retains. However this voice line reveals that kaveh is more than aware of any hardships which alhaitham may have had to face, specifically during and with the aftermath of their argument.

Unlike the traveller and the player, it is really only kaveh who is aware of alhaitham’s emotional capacity given his voice line about alhaitham’s temperament, and if you believe him to be functioning logically at all times like a machine, and therefore emotionally distant, you don’t know him well enough - as in, alhaitham has not entrusted you with that side of him

In that is inherently this idea of kaveh and alhaitham being a pair, whereas kaveh seems to be uncertain of what to make of this potential fate, it is alhaitham who invited him back into his life, to make a home together, all with the intention of kaveh essentially completing his world view. It seems that alhaitham accepts this fate of their coalescence whereas kaveh remains antagonised about it, on both of their behalves

“with everything thats happened its like the universe has been playing a prank on us” i also love this quote from kaveh bc it shows he also acknowledges alhaitham’s feelings and perspective, knowing he hasn’t had it completely easy either and also has had to change to deal with the things thrown their way, and deal with the way they fell into each others lives and then fell apart and came back together. but they’re still an “us”, still two people who share these experiences and memories and similar feelings even if they react differently and kaveh creates an image through this sentence of an “us” vs the universe/fate. these are the words of a man who sees alhaitham as a part of his life and self, a part of his place in the world is with alhaitham, enough so their lives are linked & he can see fate playing a role. whatever has come between them, they are still a joint pair facing it together. each other’s home

#kaveh believing that alhaitham inherently holds disdain for his ideals could be why kaveh thinks fate works against them #since alhaitham supposedly dislikes his perspective it isnt fair for alhaitham to be lumped with kaveh #and theres the irony that kaveh alludes to with the idea of fate playing pranks on them?#they are supposedly destined to oppose each other and yet they are thrown together #but perhaps theres another reason my baby boy #thank u for this amazing post op!!#haikaveh #kaveh #alhaitham #haikaveh meta

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raayllum · 2 years ago

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I find it interesting to compare and contrast this to Rayla’s homecoming the following episode. Claudia, Soren, and Rayla, are all branded as traitors, partially due to their own actions but also because of preconceived notions about their parents. But where Soren and Claudia are later let off scot free in spite of actually doing “something wrong,” Rayla is brutally and (currently) permanently punished for something she didn’t even do. Yes, she did mess up on the assassination mission, but how she messed up isn’t even what she’s been banished for. Claudia is furious on her own behalf but never wavers, whereas Rayla is heartbroken, indignant, and then rounds back to believing she deserves to be treated in such a way.

#would you love me more if killed someone for you #s3 #3x02 #3x03 #dragons liveblogs #raydia #parallels #mini meta #it's about returning to the same home but home does not view you the same way #for ezran as well - returning a king #home motif #hiatus hoedown rewatch #arc 1 #claudia advocating on her and soren's behalves while callum advocates on rayla's when she #can't be bothered to try is. like a thesis statement about how all these characters Operate tbh

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zukumido · 6 years ago

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#game of thrones season 8 #game of thrones #got #got season 8 #arya stark #azor ahai #got 8x05 #got spoilers #game of thrones spoilers #i think i can speak on all arya stans behalves and say i almost shit myself watching this scene #arya is like the only character that they didnt completely destroy #shes still sorta true to her character unlike a lot of others #the princess that was promised

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pochipop · 3 years ago

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE LOCKED OUT OF DORM HC!😍 amazing🛐 can you write a follow up like in the morning maybe where reader and the boys wake up together all cuddled up and close? I want some romance in the air wink wonk😏

WAKING UP IN HIS DORM — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.

warning(s) ; none.

characters ; izuku, bakugo, tenya, shinso, shoji, shihai.

a/n ; you can find the "locked out of your dorm" post here if you'd like to read it for context, but this can be read as a standalone!

𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖 mumbles softly, snuggling into the unusual warmth at his side. He's half asleep, so it hasn't dawned on him just yet that you're pressed against him, —head resting on the same pillow, arm draped across his chest, and his own leg slotted between yours. It doesn't register for a while longer as he flirts with consciousness, drifting back and forth between a hazy, dreamlike state, and a less than tangible sense of reality. Finally, when his eyes open halfway and he assesses the position he's in, his heart starts to beat a few pumps faster. He has no idea how the two of you ended up like this. . . Everything from the nighttime feels like a fever dream. The last thing he can certainly recall is falling asleep with his back to you, and your back to him in turn. There was a defined space between the two of you as well, specifically to avoid the likes of this. Not to say Midoriya wasn't fond of you. Much the opposite, in fact, which was a large factor in him letting you spend the night with him in the first place. He's always seen you as a friend, and maybe he's even toyed with the idea of being more than just that, but. . . It just wasn't feasible. Being so caught up in the pursuit of dreams, always training, always reaching for success; —Izuku didn't want to hold you back, and he didn't want to levy distractions for himself either.

Still, he can't deny that this feels right somehow, despite his spiking anxiety. His nerves leave his body stiff at first, but as he relaxes, he can't help but notice how nice this is. He even dares to note how cute you look like this, with your hair messily slipping in front of your eyes and your lips parted in a semi-squished pout. He swallows everything down. It's not like he can tell you how he feels. After all, he thinks it's wildly unlikely that you'd ever reciprocate, and to top it off, he's so dumbfounded by even the idea of having something other than a platonic relationship with someone that he wouldn't even know where to begin. Still, you're here at his side, and not even Midoriya can deny the butterflies fluttering around inside him. Quickly, he tears his gaze away from you when he hears you make a small noise, eyelashes flittering as you begin to stir from sleep. He doesn't want to make this any more awkward than it's sure to already be, and if you were to catch him staring at you like he was studying a science experiment, he's positive that would make things a lot harder (on both of your behalves.)

"Mm. . ." You vocalize, your voice riddled with sleep, "Izu. . ." As your words trail off, his face heats up, a hefty blush painting his cheeks. "G-Good morning," he offers with a stammer, quickly pulling his leg away from yours. His body is quick to mourn the loss of your warmth, —almost instantaneously. You scramble a bit, putting space between yourself and him. This is something akin to mortifying. How you'd ended up so close is lost on you, but the fact that he'd woken up first to you wrapped around him? Shame crackles under your skin like pop rocks. "Good morning," you finally reply, unable to look him in the face. When silence falls, you kick yourself. You know you need to say something about this, —but what, and more importantly, how? Eventually, when the quiet hangs too heavy for your liking, you cave in and settle for an apology. "I'm sorry for getting so close in the night," you say, fiddling with your thumbs as you keep your eyes trained to the bedsheets, "I don't know how we. . ." It's too embarrassing to even articulate. You pause, but not for long. "I'm really not sure. I'll head out now, though, I don't want to cause you anymore trouble. Thank you again for letting me stay with you for the night." Somehow, he knows that if you leave, the two of you will be hard pressed to talk this over later on. He can almost taste the uncomfortable synergy in the UA halls. "Wait, y/n!" Midoriya says, and you do as he requests, "—you don't need to apologize. We sort of met in the middle anyhow, so I'm just as much to blame. It was a chilly night, our bodies were just moving towards the warmth in our sleep, I'm sure. . ." Brushing it off also doesn't feel quite right to Izuku, but it's the best way to settle this awkward tension as far as he can tell. He may not be the best with these kinds of situations, but he walks with you to get help for your locked dorm room door and doesn't apologize when the back of his hand brushes against yours along the way.

—

𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 stills when he realizes the position the two of you are in. He's on his side, as are you, and his hand is resting along the dip of your torso. Your face is lingering around the crook of his neck and his shoulder, soft breaths fanning over his skin, and it's then that it dawns on him that he should have slipped a shirt on before getting in bed with someone else. He's at a loss. . . A part of him wants to shout in your ear, give you a loud, displeased lecture about the fact that you've invaded his personal space like this; —but he knows, deep down, that he's just as much to blame here. His legs are tangled amongst yours, and he can't help but notice that the hand he has resting against you has a fairly firm grip for him having just woken up. Katsuki has never really felt the warmth of someone else like this. . . He never thought it would suit his tastes. But now that you're here, sleeping so close to him, —resting so peacefully that it rings of intimacy and vulnerability, he isn't sure what to do with himself in turn. He swallows, lets his body relax (if only a bit,) and evens out the breath that hitches in the back of his throat. He stares at you for a while longer, red eyes lightly scanning over your face and body. You must trust him a lot to sleep this soundly so closely, and the thought of that leaves Bakugo reeling. Making friends has never been his strong suit, so having anything beyond a platonic relationship has been all but completely out of the question for a long while now. In fact, up until this very moment, he hadn't even considered that it could be within question.

Softly, you let out a little hum in your sleep, face pressing more into his chest. Katsuki thinks for a moment that you're like a little kitten, desperate for warmth as you snuggle into him. And the worst part is that he likes it.

The thought of it jolts something uncomfortably warm inside of him. It's something he's never felt before, —made of fuzzy static and sharp stings of electricity that send his heart racing. The hand on your torso retreats away quickly, and the sudden movement jostles you awake. By now, the tips of Bakugo's ears are on fire. You blink the sleep from your eyes, pushing yourself up on his bed with your arms. He hates that he could get used to this, to you.

"Idiot," he chastises, "don't you have any sense of personal space?"

All of this feels so sudden. You hadn't meant to end up in that position, and even more so, you're not even sure how you had. The warmth of his skin lingers along your own.

Bakugo can't seem to look you in the eyes.

"I. . . I'm sorry," you answer softly, words thick with embarrassment.

He scoffs.

"You should be," he states, but it sounds much less harsh than it could have had he actually meant it.

"This is what I get for being nice. A weirdo clinging to me like a stupid, helpless little cat."

The comparison has you staring at your hands just to avoid his face.

"I'm sorry," you repeat, "I'll leave now. This was a bad idea from the start anyway, and that's my fault. Thank you for letting me stay the night, and if I can do anything to repay you in the future, please let me know."

Katsuki bites at the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly draws blood.

"There's a jacket in the closet. Take it. It's cold outside, and I don't want to have to hear about it if you get sick."

—

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 wakes up first, unsurprisingly so given his intensely keen circadian rhythm. However, it is shocking to him that you're wrapped around his arm, one leg draped over his own. He knows that his first reaction should be to diffuse this, —it's inappropriate, even if it's innocent in nature. Iida should shake you awake and reprimand you softly for this indiscretion, but. . . You're so warm.

And you look so peaceful, sleeping soundly with him at your side, and he can't deny that he feels proud of that. It means you trust him, maybe more than anyone else in class 1A. It means you're comfortable enough around him to be vulnerable. It means that you're putting faith in him as more than just Class Representative.

He gets lost for a bit, —in the moment, in the lull of your breathing, in the way your grip tightens ever so slightly around him. The mature side of him knows he should put an end to this. Rules are in place to keep things like this from happening on campus. But the emotional part of him that Tenya likes to stuff down and drown out with a confident facade whispers to him that it's okay to enjoy this, if only for a little while. It's human. He's human.

Iida is hyper aware of that with you next to him. He's painfully aware of the heart in his chest that's beating faster than usual. Your warmth sinks softly into him.

"Y/n," he decides, lightly shaking your shoulder until he sees your eyes open slowly, "we should go speak to someone about your door now."

There's a moment of defiance. Your eyes close for a moment, forehead pressing against Tenya's upper arm. Then there's panic. You jolt awake, realize the position you've found yourself in, and pull away from him with a small gasp. The good thing is that he doesn't seem mad or disgruntled, but this is embarrassing for you beyond words.

". . .yeah, okay," you agree.

An apology is waiting on the tip of your tongue, but just as you open your mouth to utter the words, he speaks again.

"If you could," he prefaces, "please don't tell our classmates about what's happened in here. I. . . Have a bit of a reputation to uphold, and I'd rather they not know that I've broken the rules like this. If they know their class representative has done things like this, they'll be more likely to do it themselves."

He has nothing to worry about. As far as you're concerned right now, this is going with you to the grave. It was humiliating to wake up like that next to him, —especially now that you've come to realize you wouldn't have minded it at all under much different circumstances. You swallow that down adamantly.

"I can do that," you nod, "and I'm sorry. . . For that."

His heart skips a beat, but he gives you a humble smile.

"Don't worry about it," he brushes it away and under the rug, at least for now, "let's sort the situation with your dorm out now."

—

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐 looks peaceful in a way that you've never seen him. Not that you see him terribly often, —but whenever you do, he's always got a clouded expression. Something always seems to be bothering him internally, like he's wrestling with demons that nobody else can see. He doesn't talk much. Sometimes, you forget what his voice sounds like. What you can't forget, however, is the way he works himself to the bone just to prove himself to those around him. You see the way he strains himself day after day, just to match the strides of people who overlook him again and again.

So now that he's fast asleep, arm draped across your chest, chin resting against your shoulder, you don't have the heart to move. And you can't deny that a large part of you doesn't want to anyway. It's jarring to you just how warm he is, and how gentle he can be. Up until now, you'd always thought him to be a bit rough around the edges, —but good, nonetheless. Heroic. Now, you're watching those edges smooth themselves over in real time. And maybe they were yours all along.

Like this, you see him very differently. The dark circles imprinted under his eyes become a bit less of a worry. He's not scratching and clawing for a place to belong, —he already does, and you hope he can feel that too.

Hitoshi mumbles something you don't catch in his sleep, shifting gently against you. He's a light sleeper, and he rarely sleeps well, and this isn't much of an exception. You don't know it, but he was struggling to fall asleep less than two hours ago, tossing and turning in bed, just hoping he wouldn't wake you up in the process. When his eyes open, he's quick to realize the position he's found himself in, and he pulls away so fast that it gives you whiplash.

He barely chokes down the curse words playing on the tip of his tongue.

"Sorry," he says quickly, and it almost sounds like a gasp, "—I didn't know I. . . Got that close."

You sit up to meet him where he's at, head tilting to the side. His lilac hair is a mess, but it's a charming look on him.

"It's okay," you offer up a gentle smile, hoping to soothe his nerves.

It seems to work well enough. You watch as he bristles a little less, shoulders relaxing to their usual position.

"As long as you slept well, I don't mind," you add, (at the risk of coming on a little too strong.)

He looks at you like you're the first person to ever show him that sort of kindness. It breaks your heart to know that might actually be the case.

". . .thank you," he mumbles, hard pressed to meet your gaze.

Shinso worries he's fallen in a bit too deep now, but the glint in your eyes wanes the anxiety off, —at least for the moment. Maybe, he thinks, being cared for isn't so bad after all.

—

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒋𝒊 can't say he's shocked that you're so close to him when morning comes. Really, it would be hard not to be. He's tall, broad shouldered, and to top it all off, he has extra appendages on either side. It's no wonder, and it couldn't really be helped. But it still feels. . . Intimate, dare he acknowledge. Your head rests close to his shoulder, but more along the upper part of his muscular arm. In fairness, his bed isn't very large, and he shifts in his sleep a lot, so this is more than likely just a side effect of that. Even so, having acknowledged that, a part of him wants to hope that this isn't simple coincidence.

A part of him wants to think that you felt so comfortable with him that it just happened naturally, like a bee to pollen or a butterfly to nectar. He knows that might be a longshot, but he can't stop himself. Whatever these feelings are that he has for you, you're indulging them in this moment, whether you're aware of it or not.

He knows what it's like to have people rely on him, of course, but this. . . This is different, somehow. Your reliance feels unconditional, like all he has to do is lie here beside you, and that's enough. You're not concerned about scouting for villains from a rooftop or using him as assistance in hand-to-hand combat against some ruffians. As things stand, you just need him to be there, and you're not asking for anything else.

Shoji likes that.

But just as he finds himself thinking that you shift a bit, and within a few second your eyes are only half lidded. Blinking away the sleep, you quickly realize how you've tangled yourself into him throughout the night. Your face feels warmer now as you pull yourself away from him.

"Sorry," you mumble softly, "I guess I move in my sleep more than I thought. . ."

"Don't worry about it," he replies, and you can tell he's smiling softly by the way his eyes slit into little crescent moons, "my bed's a little small, so it couldn't really be helped. As long as you slept well, all's well that ends well."

"Yeah," you return the smile, "I did, thank you. And thank you again for letting me stay the night with you. You're a lifesaver."

And somehow, those words coming from you hit different. They resonate. He hopes to hear words in that vein from you again.

—

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒊 is almost giddy about this. In an innocent way, of course. He's never been in a position like this, certainly not with anyone like you, and a part of him is hard pressed to believe it's even real. If not for fear of waking you and shattering the moment, he probably would have pinched himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

His fingers are loosely gripping your wrist, tethered to the arm you have draped over his chest. A sliver of your body is resting on him, head tucked away into the crevice of his neck where your breath ghosts against his skin. Your legs are woven amongst his own. Shihai basks in this, —attempting to engrave it into the deepest parts of his brain so that he'll never forget it, just in case it never happens again.

If this isn't what he hopes it is, he wants to keep hold of these feelings, even if they're futile.

He's never really experienced this kind of closeness before, —certainly not with you. For as long as he can remember, there's always been an unspoken distance between the two of you. Or maybe he was just making that up in his head in order to give himself excuses for not pushing anything further. It's hard for him to imagine that people genuinely enjoy his company, and the cocky, arrogant persona he puts up doesn't always do much to help his cause in that department.

But you've broken through a lot of his walls, and he's gotten used to having you around. As a friend, anyway. This, however, this is new. This closeness, this toeing of the line. . . This is all unchartered territory, and he doesn't have a clue where to go from here. He knows what destination he's hoping to reach, but what direction must he start with to reach it? Your guess is as good as his.

His illusion shatters too soon when you whimper softly. He can feel your eyelashes flutter against his skin.

"Ah. . . Morning," he says, fingers slowly unfurling from their place around your wrist.

There's a few seconds of stiffness as you realize what's happening. Shihai feels the muscles in your body tighten, and then subsequently release their tension in suit when you realize he seems to be okay with this, for one reason or another.

". . .Good morning," you reply, but you don't pull away from him just yet.

He just hopes that means what he thinks it does.

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jibunbosh · 2 years ago

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doing some contemplation over junna's characterization, and. I think that the idea of her being the "solely logical, ultimately rational member of the kukugumi cast" may very well be the greatest lie *she* ever told

if you examine junna's arc beyond even just the bare surface level, you can see that, beneath her composed façade, she is a character ruled by emotion. she works hard not because she's come to the logical conclusion that it is a good idea, but because she's already told herself that she *must.* she pushes herself beyond her own limits even when it's unwise, to the detriment of her own health. at the beginning of the series in particular, she struggles to put stock in and understand her *own* thoughts and feelings. even in the rondo pamphlet, she talks about how her initial motivation for aspiring to the stage was because she felt "shocked and frustrated..." that it was *passion* - an emotion - that brought her to the stage, not logic or rationality. she was cast as the goddess of wrath in starlight for a reason, after all.

on the other hand, it may be said that the logical, rational hoshimi junna is but a construction created as a *coping* mechanism by a girl who struggles to understand herself and sees the world through the words she hears from others. if resolve be unreliable, she must, then, resort to habit & structure. if there is a contradiction in her own emotions, surely there must be some sort of logical explanation for it... that sort of thing.

it's been theorized that the capacity for logic was evolved in humans not for us to make educated decisions on our own behalves, because we are still creatures ruled by emotion and instinct first and foremost. rather, we developed logic in order to be able to explain ourselves and our own thoughts & feelings to others around us, and, in turn, allow ourselves to be influenced by them as well. though becoming an artist in a world where generations of old have already shaped the crafts one may aspire to is already a recurring theme in nearly every revue starlight character, it's perhaps most abundantly clear that relying on the wisdom of others is almost a quintessential *symbol* of junna's character. she doesn't know how to understand herself, her emotions, so instead, she tries to glean wisdom from the teachings of others and apply them to her own life, to try to find a method to her own madness.

indeed, like practically every other human being on this planet... junna's arc is a tale of two stage girls: one emotional, one rational. though this interpretation purports that emotion is the more innate half, I don't want to say that either portion is a "false" self, either. rationality and emotion, though they may clash at times, are inextricably linked in the human mind. and I think it's at the end of gekijouban that junna finds strength in resolving the two. after the anime, perhaps she felt fearful about pursuing her own dream after being humbled in the auditions - rationalizing that applying to waseda was the safest move for herself. but, post-revue of hunting, she's forced to confront her own bottled-up emotions smothered by both fear and the logic she conjured to justify that fear - both relating to her own future, and her connection to nana. instead, she lets herself express her desire to pursue the stage once more. she's still using her own words to justify her emotions, of course - the difference is that, this time, instead of fear, it's a fiery passion that she feels.

#revue starlight spoilers #revue starlight #hoshimi junna #rambles

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raeynbowboi · 4 years ago

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The Belchers and Color Design

When you're watching Bob's Burgers, the Belcher family really pops off the screen, but there's a reason for this. There's an interesting through-line that connects the family together, and it lies in their colors. For starters, all of the Belchers have black hair, which helps them to feel like more of a unit than the Simpsons or Family Guy where few if any of the family members share a hair color at all. But it goes beyond them just looking like a unit that makes their use of color so smart.

Bob's color palette is extremely monochromatic. His standard outfit consists entirely of white, gray, and black. Even when he does wear colors, they tend to be dull, washed out, or faded. In-universe, this can be explained as him just wearing old worn out clothes where the colors have faded, but it also tells us about his character. Bob is, for lack of a better word: boring. His tone of voice is rather monotone and flat, he's generally rather apathetic about most things, and he's usually the one complaining about the family's crazy antics. In comedy terms, Bob is the Straight Man. He serves as the 'normal' foil to the chaotic randomness of the other characters, and his sense of humor lies in his reactions to their intensity and insanity. Bob is very centering and grounding in this cast, and as such, his muted and dull color palette conveys to us how boring and practical Bob is.

Lind'as main color is red, but Linda wears all three primary colors: red, blue, and a dull tannish yellow on her shoes. Where Bob's palette is dull and monochromatic, Linda's is loud and eye-catching. By having her in all primary colors, Linda stands as the injection of insanity and color into Bob's life. Linda is the spark of emotion and personality that Bob underplays. The three primary colors are the most intense on the color wheel, and mesh well together. Her main color of red speaks to passion, affection, and even aggression. Red in advertising is used to draw attention to itself, and invokes intense emotional reactions such as desire or power.

Tina's primary color is blue, which she gets from Linda's pant color. Unlike Red and Yellow, which are warm primary colors, blue is a cool color. As such, it has stronger associations with being mellow and understated when compared to the intensity of red and the cheerfulness of yellow. However, while Linda's other colors are present in her yellow barrette and the red streak on her socks indicating optimism and passion, Tina's color scheme is the most like Bob's as her two-tone blue shirt and skirt make up most of her character design, showcasing that she's also inherited some of Bob's awkwardness and boring traits. Her glasses and knee-high socks along with her black-and-white shoes incorporate and accentuate Bob's white and black color scheme on Tina more than any of the Belcher kids. She even inherits his monotone ways of speaking, and serves as the Straight Man among the Belcher Kids, although she's still more chaotic than Bob himself. Thus Tina, in color theory, is the most natural combination of Bob and Linda's personalities. She has the understated color scheme and a downplayed monochromatic wardrobe showcasing Bob's boring traits, while she has the interjection of the colorful barrette and red streak on her socks to show that even through her awkwardness and boring side, Tina is still adventurous and passionate.

Gene's primary color is yellow, and like Linda and Tina, his main color is a primary color. Where red is vivacious and intense, and blue is serene and calming, yellow is cheerful and optimistic. Gene is likewise very optimistic, always assuming things will work out in his favor. Gene's color scheme is almost the exact same as Linda's, just flipped on its head. Literally. Linda wears a red top, blue pants, and yellowish shoes. Gene wears a yellow top, blue pants, and red shoes, meaning that he keeps all of Linda's primary colors in his color design. Gene also has white in his shoes to indicate he has some of Bob in him, but it's such a small detail that it's easy to overlook. The fact that his color scheme is just Linda's on its head indicates that Gene is very close to and similar to his mother, and the reversal of colors could even suggest that he's the boy version of his mother, her gendered opposite.

Louise is the odd ball out of the Belcher family. She's the only member of the family not wearing a primary color, and her outfit makes it clear that Louise is in stark contrast to the rest of her family. The use of green and pink are conflicting colors on the color wheel, such that she seems jarring and chaotic, fitting for the unpredictable nature of Louise's schemes. However, even while her outfit tells us that she's the black sheep of the family, it's also telling us the exact opposite. Louise's low pig tails give her hair a very similar silhouette to Linda's 1960's bouffant. While it's not red, Louise's bunny ears are hot pink, a lighter hue of red. Meanwhile, Louise's dress is green, a color made by mixing Tina's blue with Gene's yellow. So even in her departure from the family color scheme, Louise continues to wear her family's color theory, just hidden under a layer of pretending not to belong, which is fitting for Louise. She may not always like to say it, but she loves her family, and has sworn revenge on their behalves more than once.

#bob's burgers #bobs burgers #belchers #the belchers #bob belcher #linda belcher #gene belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #belcher family #the belcher family #color theory #character design

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nellie-elizabeth · 2 years ago

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Roswell, New Mexico: Missing My Baby (4x08)

I am so predictably easy lol. Literally you give me angsty Michael freaking out about Alex, and I'll forgive you anything.

Cons:

I really enjoyed this episode, but I'll of course try and step back and be objective about it! I think my main overarching complaint is that certain things in this episode would have been fine normally, but I feel a little weird about the pacing. I know that's a common refrain from me, but there are only five episodes left of this whole show, and it's a little concerning how we're still sort of lining up key pieces. Mostly, I'm talking about the Tezca stuff. It feels so late in the game to only now be clarifying the basic motivations and positions of our new characters. Clyde was my least favorite part of this episode, because the sinister reveal that he's the bad guy doesn't really hold weight when we saw him toss Dallas and Bonnie into quicksand last week. And what about the fact that Tezca is the one who quicksanded Alex? I just feel like the season spent quite a long time meandering before leading to this nexus point, and that does make me worried about what we'll be able to fit into the final episodes.

The big character thing that I need to mention this week... it's our girl Liz. I love Liz, I like having a female protagonist who is allowed to be messy and make these big mistakes and all that jazz, but this week she really, really rubbed me the wrong way. She's going around acting like she's the one who has the right to make big decisions on other people's behalves. She's the one who decides to keep Alex's disappearance a secret from Michael, and her reasons of "Michael might react poorly" and "I wanted to spare him from pain" are just... not good enough excuses! She also feels like she has a right to what Max chooses to do with his body and his powers, which is not a good look. And finally, after all the lessons she's supposed to have learned about the ethics of her alien scientific exploration, she goes ahead and takes Shivani to the pods, without running it by Max, Michael, and Isobel, and then Shivani finds out Max is an alien because of it! That's a huge secret to let slip, Liz. This is a big deal and it's super annoying that she's behaving in such an irresponsible and self-righteous way.

And then on the Echo front... you know how we're all pretty sure there's a wedding at the end of this season, because of the behind the scenes pictures? And how this season has the whole Echo proposal thing, and it keeps getting talked about? I am in the position right now of actively hoping these two are not going to get married at the end of this season. Unless the finale has like... a significant time jump and they've really worked on their bullshit together. Because right now? They are not in a marriage place, they're in a "we barely seem to know each other or how to interact with each other" place, and it's super bizarre to see them behaving like this so close to the finale.

It bothers me that we had to spend time in this episode with Liz getting sage relationship advice from Shivani and Michael, with Max angsting about Liz to Michael as well, when I'm sitting here thinking that the two of them are such awful communicators, it's frankly stretching credulity that they're even managing to stay together at all. This isn't how I want to feel! Unlike with Michael's character, who I feel has really grown and matured over the years, Liz and Max seem to be falling back into the same patterns we've seen a thousand times, with no sense of them understanding that their behavior is toxic. I want to root for these two, I've always thought Echo was a really good ship with a lot of angst and complexity, but I am just really struggling to connect to them right now.

As a last note and in the interests of thoroughness, while I am overall very pleased with how the Alex stuff was handled, I do think there were some awkward momentum killing moments that seemed odd to me. People were acting all urgent about Alex one minute, and then Rosa is talking about stopping to have pancakes with her dad first, and Michael is giving Liz relationship advice, and Liz has time to work on the cure for Michael and Max instead of focusing on her missing friend... it seemed like once they knew he was in trouble and actively reaching out for help, there should have been less time to sit around and have idle brooding conversations about other topics.

Pros:

So, let's start with the other plots before I dive into the Michael and Malex stuff, because you know that's the main thing I want to squeal about.

As I said, I wish the Tezca revelation had happened a bit sooner in the season, for pacing reasons, but I honestly really liked the material with Isobel and Tezca! The reveal that she was in fact an unwitting tool, a victim, of Jones, instead of an ally, was one that worked really well for me and that I never would have seen coming! I loved the tension between the two of them, and Isobel's determination to find answers. She really carried the main plot forward in a way that I found satisfying. Isobel's romance entanglements in the first half of the season left me feeling a little cold, so I'm just having fun seeing her back in the thick of things, fighting for answers.

And honestly, despite everything I said above about Liz, I thought the final scene of this episode with Shivani dropping the canister, was one of the best Liz scenes of the whole show. Great performance from Jeanine Mason, as we watch Liz grapple with the horror of Shivani's loss, and the lengths she's willing to go to save her dead daughter, coupled with the fact that she, Liz, is a hypocrite and she knows it: she got Rosa back, and she saved Max, and Shivani is right to point out the inherent unfairness of that. Why is Liz the only one who gets to bend the rules to be happy? Why can't she use use the incredible scientific miracles at her disposal, to save other innocent lives? You can see the pain on Liz's face as she tries to get through to an increasingly rattled Shivani, all leading to that moment when the canister drops and doses them both with the alien mist. I was honestly on the edge of my seat for that whole scene!

And now, for the whole point of this episode... the Michael and Alex stuff.

I want to start by saying that sometimes, honestly, being in this fandom can be kind of a bummer for me. When I was looking in the tags and seeing people's reactions, I saw a lot of anger and disappointment over this episode. I can only assume people's expectations were too high, that they'd talked themselves into hoping Tyler would be in the episode, or that they just wanted an even more extreme reaction from Michael, more anger, more urgency. I... get that, I get being disappointed that we've seen so little of Alex this season. But the part that makes me feel kind of bad whenever I check the tags is that everyone seems to take this lack of Alex as a deliberate choice on the part of the writers to undermine him, as opposed to them writing around a medically necessary absence of the actor.

Malex is my favorite part of the show! Truly, I get wishing things were different. But to pretend that anything not spent on Alex is a waste, that the show is pointless without him and that dragging out his absence is making the show terrible, is just not a justifiable position as far as I'm concerned. This has never been a show about Michael and Alex. If it's a show about any two people, it's a show about Max and Liz! I wish people could temper their reactions and appreciate that given the actor availability issue, they did what they could to build up the suspense about Alex's absence, and then to unleash a hell of a reaction from Michael on us when the time was right. Personally speaking, I was quite thrilled with what we were given.

To start with, I like that we get Maria, and Liz, and Rosa, all giving a shit about Alex. I wish this was something the show would do more often, I definitely think that Alex's friendships and connections with characters outside of Malex have been pushed aside a lot, especially in seasons three and four. But when they do give it focus and attention, I'm not going to complain, I'm just happy to see it! Rosa showing up to help Maria channel her potential new abilities was really satisfying to watch. Just everything about Rosa, the way she's come into her own, settled in her skin, makes me so happy. This is exactly what I would have wanted for her, and it's a lovely way for her to pay it forward, after Isobel helped her with her powers back in season three.

Then there's Michael's emotional journey through hearing the news. At first he's skeptical, and he actually stays pretty calm until it dawns on him that everyone, including Liz, Max, and Kyle, were all in on the fact that Alex might be in trouble, and that he was kept in the dark. At this point he rightfully freaks out, but what I love about the way that this was written and performed is that clearly, so much of his anger is actually aimed at himself. His guilt is clear the whole way through: Rosa points out that maybe Maria was the only one listening to Alex, and Michael pushes back, saying that he was thinking of Alex every second he was risking his life with the dark triad. And maybe that's true, in a sense, but I think it's pretty clear that Michael knows his focus wasn't on Alex. Then again with Max: he punches him, he says some awful things to him, and I don't really blame him for being pissed at Max, but he also says "I could have been looking for him," which feels like a condemnation of his own distraction as much as it does a condemnation of Max keeping the secret. Michael is realizing that Alex has been in trouble for days now, and that he hasn't even noticed. His friends were wrong for keeping it from him, and his anger is therefore justified. But the guilt is real too, even if he's perhaps being a little hard on himself.

And I love this. I love that even though it's not Michael's fault, that he had a lot of other things on his mind, and perfectly good reasons to think Alex was fine, that of course he'd go to this place of guilt. It's tied up so much in everything he's been learning about Oasis, this life-long yearning for his original home coming back to him in such a big way. Alex is away for one week, and he's busy fantasizing about leaving the planet? Of course he's a mess when he realizes Alex has been in trouble and trying to ask for help! He tells Liz that he lost sight of the home he was trying to build here with Alex, and I think we'll see his focus stay on that from this point forward. God, honestly, for all the issues this season has had up to this point, Michael's stuff has been my favorite all the way through. Such a delicious way to deepen his character.

Speaking of his character development, we then see that Michael's initial burst of rage cools off, and he makes amends to those he's wronged. I saw some people annoyed that Michael offered apologies to Max and Maria, when in fact they were in the wrong, but honestly I love that this happens. First of all, Maria and Max also express remorse, as does Liz. It's not like the show isn't acknowledging that they were in the wrong to keep the truth from Michael. But let's put this in perspective: Rosa and Liz found out last night. Max finds out maybe like... two hours ahead of Michael, at the most? It would be a different story if they'd been lying to him for days, but as much as I think Liz was wrong for doing what she did, I also think it makes a bit of sense to want some more definitive information. It's a misguided decision, but it's not totally monstrous.

Same with Michael's response: totally reasonable to lash out in that moment of fear! But it's a great sign of his character growth that he's then able to pause and reflect, and work together with his support system to find Alex, instead of tearing off on a rampage with single-minded focus on Alex and nothing else. Sure, it was fun to watch him lose his shit in season two, tying people up, building bombs, all to get Alex back, but Michael has grown as a character since then. He's learned to lean on other people. That's a good thing.

So many great lines from Michael this week that I want to call out. I really liked the way he talked to both Liz and Maria about Alex. He has that line to Liz about how you can't hold onto sand because it will just slip through your fingers. That's basically his way of saying that a relationship won't work if both people don't want it to. Such an important lesson that Malex had to learn together, as they took it in turns to be ready for one another, but had to wait until they were on the same page for things to finally click! And then one of my favorite lines of the episode, said to Maria: "I know you love Alex too. And that means we are always on the same side." Like!! Amazing. Perfect. No notes. I know most of the fandom vehemently disagrees with this viewpoint, but I wish more of the show was about Michael, Alex, and Maria, and the entanglement of their relationships and feelings over time. Obviously Malex is my OTP, but I love Maria's friendships with each of the guys and I loved this moment where the two of them were united in focusing on their love for Alex.

Alex playing "Would You Come Home" on the piano? Michael joining him on the guitar? The pendant glowing on Michael's chest? The lights leading them to a map? All of this shit was the CHEESIEST thing in the world, and I mean that absolutely as a compliment. Give me all the over the top sappy romance stuff, give me Michael looking like his heart is cracking open as he hears the song start, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he plays along... I was absolutely eating all that shit up, and I think it followed so beautifully from his initial anger reaction.

Another favorite moment of mine is Vlamis's performance on "I HAVE TO HELP HIM", as he's about to jump into quicksand after his boyfriend, with absolutely no plan. "I wasn't listening to him, I wasn't paying attention." Like, fuck me up, that's so powerful. His sheer desperation, and then the way he breaks down as Max pulls him into a hug... wow. I got a little choked up.

Speaking of Max! I loved all the brother stuff this week, I was hoping that the secret Max kept from Michael would be about Alex (since we knew about that from the episode description), and honestly the way this all played out was exactly what I would have wanted it to be! The initial anger, the punching, Michael absolutely ripping Max to shreds for putting his relationship issues above Michael knowing the truth about "the man he loves"... The line "I hope the wedding's worth losing a brother" is absolutely incredible, that went so hard.

Then we get Max showing up just in time to save Maria from the quicksand, and he also stops Michael from diving into the sand after Alex. I love that he was the one to talk him off the literal ledge. Max has always understood that Alex means everything to Michael. He compared Michael's feelings for Alex to his own feelings for Liz, back in season one, and he has been the one character on the show to consistently and repeatedly make such comparisons, actively paralleling their relationships with their respective significant others at key moments. So I loved that as a continuation point, and also just as a big ol' fan of all the sibling feels, watching Michael bury his face in Max's shoulder and cry was... very good. And it just gets better, with Michael apologizing for hitting Max, Max apologizing for hiding the truth from Michael, Michael talking obliquely about his own guilty feelings, and then affirming that all that matters to him is getting Alex back. Max calling Alex the love of Michael's life was also... very nice.

Wow, I really talked on about this one, huh? Could have guessed that would happen. If I had to say it succinctly, it would be this: sure, there are things I wish could have been different in this episode, even including the Michael stuff. Yes, absolutely I wish that we had more time with Alex in our final season. I'm guessing we see him again in episode ten, but who knows how active a role he'll play in the endgame? It's a bummer, and I do get that. But this was a PRIME episode for all my Malex feels, and I bet when the show is actually over and people can re-watch over the season without the suspense and uncertainty coloring their opinions, they'll have to agree that watching Michael break down and scream and punch his brother and play the guitar with the ghost of his missing lover, is all pretty dang satisfying to see.

8/10

#review #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico review #malex #rnm

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Rush- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Summary: After a failed relationship you and Draco lost contact only to be reconnected when you take a job at the Ministry Of Magic. Emotions begin to resurface as you both realize that even after all the time that has passed you still both are deeply in love with each other

Kody: The song this image is based off of. Lewis Capaldi - Rush ft. Jessie Reyez. I also changed the backstory for a couple of characters, mostly about what happened after the wizarding war.

Year: out of school

House: Gryffindor (out of school)

Possible Triggers/Warnings: fat angst, cursing, lowkey toxic Draco

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high school sweethearts, that was what you were. What you used to be.

it was a normal day when Draco said he wanted to end things, going on a whole rant about how you weren’t safe with him and you deserved so much more than what a death eater could bring you. Despite all of your reassurances that you would take the risk his mind was made up.

his parents were pressuring him to give you up. His father repeating that no son of his would date some Gryffindor half blood, but you were much more than that to him. You shared his passions and interests, listened to him when he needed a ear to talk off about Alchemy or offered your shoulder to cry on.

it was the one thing he stood his ground for. You. One night while he was quietly, but with haste packing clothes into a small trunk because he was planning on apparating to your house and run away with you his aunt Bellatrix had caught him in the act.

she, in a very threatening tone told her nephew that the dark lord knew of his little Gryffindor girlfriend and if he wanted to see you unharmed he would be a good boy and listen to orders when he’s given them. His whole world came crashing down. He could take the chance and run with you anyway. He really wanted to.

but then you would never live a comfortable life. Being on the run constantly was not what he planned when he gave you a silver ring when you were both 15 with a promise he would replace it with a wedding band in the future. Now he would never get to see you walk down the aisle.

so he distanced himself from you as much as he could until the breakup, so it wouldn’t hurt as much. It still did.

‘The space between where our ends meet, Has grown too much for me to block it out’

you left his dorm that day in tears. His body almost leaped forward to chase after you, but his mind knew better. If losing you meant he could protect you from the dangers his life brought as a Malfoy, then by all means. He had to let you go. Doesn’t mean it was easy.

he never really saw you again after that. He chalked it up to his mind blocking you out if you ever were in his line of sight, like some sort of defense his brain put up to avoid any more hurt. Once the ‘final battle’ came around he decided that he wouldn’t let his father control his life anymore.

he aided the golden trio by tossing his wand to Harry once he fell out of Hagrid’s arms and with that it was over instantly. His mother and him were charged for war crimes, but Hermione and Harry ended up speaking on their behalves and all charges were dropped.

his father was sent to Azkaban for the rest of his days and for once Draco felt at peace with his father being so far away, no longer having the ability to control him. Harry almost immediately got a job at the ‘Ministry Of Magic’ as well as Hermione.

after a few months Harry had talked Draco up enough to his superiors to get him a position in the ‘Department of Magical Law Enforcement’ as a Auror. He felt strange working with Harry Potter after all the years of bullying, but they got along really well when they cooperated.

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1 year later

“Hey, can we talk to you for a bit?” Draco looks up from his papers that lied on his desk. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter stood at the entrance of his office, looking visibly uncomfortable. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.

he set the pen down on the desk before gesturing to the seats in front of said desk. Hermione put on a sweet smile as she took a seat, Harry following. “So i’m sure you heard our department is hiring another Auror since were shoftstafed” Draco nods slowly. He actually heard about it yesterday before he left.

“Yeah so, we overheard a conversation this morning about who it was and we wanted o tell you in advance” Harry explained. Draco’s brow went up in slight confusion. Warn him? What in hell did that mean? “Warn me” he repeated and Hermione nods.

a sympathetic smile played on her soft complexion. “It’s Y/n. Y/n L/n” Draco’s body tensed up instantly. Of course the universe would punish him like this. Waving the love of his life in his face after he broke her heart. How spiteful. “Oh” he simply said, before leaning back into his chair.

all business professionalism drained from his body in an instant “Fuck” he cursed under his breath “You still care about her, don’t you?” Hermione questioned. He just nodded before letting out a deep sigh and standing up from his chair “I’m quitting”

both ex Gryffindors shot up from there seats “You can’t quit Draco, that’s a highly irrational reaction!” Hermione sputters as he collects his coat from the back of his black swivel chair. “You wouldn’t understand, Granger” he slipped his arms through both sleeves.

“Draco!-” Harry started, but didn’t get another word in as Draco opened his office door. As soon as the door swung open he felt a head collide with his chest. He could practically hear their heartbeat race in embarrassment “Oh Merlin, i apologize!” the voice. That voice laughed nervously.

‘I miss the tone of your heartbeat. It's such a warming and familiar sound’

the person backed away and he felt as if he could collapse right then and there. “Draco?” you said. ‘No, please don’t say my name’ he thought. A smile grew on your face “What a funny coincidence. seeing you here. How’ve you been?”

his eyes mapped your body, not in a sexual way. Just noting the small changes that occured over a year and a half. You kept your hair the same length, as well as your taste in clothing. Your face was a bit more matured, but still held it’s natural beauty.

the way you spoke to him made his heart twinge. It was so friendly. Of course it was friendly, but he still hated it. “I’ve been quite alright. You?” he questions. “I’m great, couldn’t be better really.” you shrug your shoulders. His heart tugged violently.

better. Couldn’t be better. In his mind when the word better came up he imagined being married to you already and living a comfortable, wealthy life. But no, he was here. He forced a half smile on his face “That’s good to hear. Now i must get going. I hope you're finding the power. To help you make it through the darker days”

he walked past her and as soon as he was out of sight, sped walked to the nearest bathrooms. He locked the door before leaning against it. He slowly slid down until he sat down on the tile floor. It was gross, but he didn’t care at the moment.

how was he going to work here with you around. It felt as if the air was being violently sucked from his lungs. Was this what Granger called a panic attack? or was his body finally giving up on him. He would be perfectly fine with whatever option at this stage.

as he stared up at the ceiling, a bitter laugh left his throat “For now, I wait by the hour. If you wanna take somebody's breath away”

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It had been two weeks and Draco felt as if he was going to implode. You were so happy and cheerful and- and- joyful. he just couldn’t understand how you weren’t as broken up as he was or maybe he wanted someone to share his pain. How pathetic was that?

now here he was. At some boring gala the Ministry was holding. Something about celebrating a new generation or along those lines. Draco couldn’t be bothered to care about details. He took another sip of wine from his glass hoping to get buzzed enough to fly through this boring affair.

he looks up to see multiple pairs of eyes on him. Wait- not him. Behind him. He slowly turns around as it met with the most breathtaking sight he could ever see. You strolled through the entrance wearing a no strap long lace dress. He swore his heart skipped a couple beats.

you looked like a princess ready to be whisked away, but you weren’t his to whisk anymore were you? Draco’s jaw locked in place before he looked back down at the wine in his hand. He places it down on a nearby table. “Merlin, you look absolutely stunning Ms. L/n!”

Granger. “Are you alright?” a male voice asked. Potter. If Weasley showed up, he was going to have an aneurysm on the spot. Draco simply exhaled deeply “I suppose so. I don’t think my mind is processing the fact the she isn’t mine anymore though. So there’s that”

Harry looked at Draco, studying his facial expressions. It was strange to see him so emotional “If you don’t mind me asking, how long were you two together?” he was treading on thin ice, he knew that. “Long enough for it to hurt this bad”

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and with that. Draco walked away from the chosen one and spent a good twenty minutes talking to random superiors and wealthy couples. It was only when he came from the bathroom he heard your voice for the first time that night.

“Oh thank you!” you spoke in a enthusiastic voice. Draco stopped mid step and leaned against the wall. Now he was eavesdropping? How pathetic of him. “So Y/n, we heard you used to date Draco Malfoy. Is that true?” a unfamiliar voice asked.

he inhaled sharply. “Um yes, yes i did” you spoke. You sounded uncomfortable with that question. How dare they pry on your love life? They had no right “So what was he like? Did he cheat on you? Was he a bad boyfriend? I bet he was” his fist clenched at his side.

Draco wasn’t the nicest person. He knew that, but he showed you as much love and affection his body could produce. He loved you! Hell, he still loved you. You seem to sputter “Uh-” he couldn’t listen to this. He walked out of the small hallway, surprising you and the unfamiliar coworker.

he needed some fresh air. Now. He pushes through a couple of people with a cold stare. He walks down a couple steps of stairs and hes out the front doors. The cold crisp air hits his face and he felt as if he could breathe again. He reaches up and slicks his platinum hair back.

a repeated clicking noise could be heard behind him, getting closer. Shoes. No. Heels actually. “Draco” you spoke. He turns around quickly and watches as you step off the concrete and into the grass, holding your dress up from the ground.

why did he feel so angry? Could it be because you didn’t deny his claims? or something else? “Go away L/n” he spoke harshly. He could see your face turn to one of confusion before a stern look took over “No, your clearly upset so i’m not leaving”

still so stubborn. “Are you upset because they asked me about us? If you don’t want anyone to know i promise i won’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation” you said, which only angered him more. How could you be so stupid?

“I don’t give a damn if anyone knows about us! You didn’t deny it Y/n! They said such horrible things about me and you just stood there like they were right! Are you fucking serious?! I loved you with everything i had and you act like as if i was the monster!” Draco’s voice boomed, you look positively frightened.

until you didn’t Then you looked angry “You broke up with me you stupid git! You left me alone and scared while the whole war was going on! So yeah Draco i’m fucking bitter! Screw you! What happened, you were so accepting of me when we first saw each other. You hoped i was well!”

you were right, he knew that, but he wasn’t done yelling. All of this thought were just rolling off of him in the worst way. You looked disappointed in him. It reminded him of the last time he spoke to you at Hogwarts, but with less crying and more anger.

“I hoped?! You want to know what i hope!? I hope you're lonely, hope you're lost 'cause I've been. I'd hate to think you're better off without me I know we tried to hold on. But where do you go. When love, it just ain't enough?” he spoke, anger leaving him and being replaced with dread and sorrow.

but he wasn’t done. “Now does it kill you when you think about me? Were you as close to giving up as I've been? I know we kept losing touch. Got lost in the rush...” he sighed deeply, trailing off at the end of his sentence. All his worst thoughts had spilled out of him like a tidal wave.

you looked shocked and hurt? Maybe he was reading your expression wrong. He couldn’t bare to look at your face. Gulping, he adjusted his tie and turned away to walk off in shame “I pray you don't hurt too much” he chose as his parting words.

“I don't come close to an angel”

he stopped. A shuffling sound of fabric heard as you made your way in front of him, jabbing a finger at his chest “You ain't never been no kind of saint” you narrowed your E/c eyes at him. He looked down at you in shame. You removed your finger and stepped back once.

a bitter laugh forced its way out of you. “But when we both came together. Hell to heaven, you were my escape. But fires don't burn forever and all these ashes crumble when we touch. We danced to death in the fire. What can we do now that the music's done, my love?”

his grey eyes went wide. My love? A small feeling of hope bloomed within his chest. You did still care about him. He was your only love and would always be, but you had both been forced apart. Draco was foolish for thinking you had ever lost feelings for the Malfoy.

now to give him a taste of his own medicine. “I hope you're lonely, hope you're lost 'cause I've been. I'd hate to think you're better off without me. I know we tried to hold on. But where do you go, When love, it just ain't enough? Now, does it kill you when you think about me?”

you threw your hands up in the air. He could spot tears in your eyes, making him start to choke up as well. That was always his weakness, you crying. “Were you as close to giving up as I've been? I know we kept losing touch. Got lost in the rush. I pray you don't hurt too much” you look down.

‘Well, we had it all and we let it fall, But I hope you find whatever you were looking for’

Draco stepped into you and reaches down to grab your hand “Y/n. During the war i packed a bag in the middle of the night. I was ready to leave my family and run away with you. I wanted nothing more then to pend the rest of my life with you” his thumb caressed the skin of your hand.

you look up from your heels and met his gaze with teary eyes “Why didn’t you?” you spoke. He smiled sadly, using his other hand to cup your cheek. “My aunt. Bellatrix caught me. The dark lord had found out about you somehow and if i wanted to keep you safe i had to let you go.”

“The day i broke up with you haunts me in my nightmares. I wanted so badly to reach out and grab you, but love- Y/n you weren’t safe with me.” tears finally escaped his eyes, running down his pale face. You used your hand to hit his chest “I told you i didn’t care Draco”

he nods, sniffling “I know darling, i should have stuck by your side no matter what, but even the thought of any harm coming to you was to much for me to bare” he let go of your hand. Now he was cradling your face. “I feel as though i am too late”

you reach into the top part of your dress and pull out the hidden part of a silver necklace you wore. The silver ring he gave you was at the end of the chain. He felt his heart explode. “You kept it? after all this time. Why?” he asked. You roll your eyes “because i still love you, you foolish boy!”

Draco was at a loss of words. Unable to speak, he grabbed your face and your lips collided with his in a passionate kiss. It was very sloppy, but showed how much you both missed each other. It made up the amount of time that had passed since you felt each other.

your the first to pull away from the heated exchange “You better not leave me again Draco” you spoke in a stern tone which made him smile “I wouldn’t dream of it my love. Now, let’s get out of here. There is so much more i want to do with you” his tone became playful as a smirk played on his face.

your face flushes slightly, but you nod slowly. He holds onto you as you both apparate away to merlin knows where. High school sweethearts, that was what you were. What you used to be. What you got to be again.

♡~🐍~♡

Kody: i- i cried writing this. What a pussy am i right. By the way my inbox is like being a wack ass hoe and not telling me when i get messages so like sorry if you’ve requested something and it hasn’t been posted. (I was also in a depressed state for a bit but whatevs) Anyways, peace!

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