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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 3

PART 1

PART 2

Summary: PART 3 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and finally allowing the relationship to blossom!

Warnings: just the tiniest bit of angst, crying (ofc), Draco sad for a little :(

Words: 7.3K (THIS IS SO LONG OMG BUT MEMORIES IN ITALICS)

A/N: PART THREEEE !!! I think this is my favorite piece of writing in this series and the LONGEST. I know series start losing an audience after the first part but I hope that those who have been following this enjoy this one as much as I do ! I went off the HBP script bc i wanted Draco to live it up and be happy and playful ! also i do not own gif.

The sky was a darkening orange, the sun casting its last glowing light of the day as it quickly began to disappear behind the Hogwarts castle. Small birds and other flying creatures passed overhead, going towards their homes in the trees before nightfall, chirping and singing as they did. The sound of wind rustling through leaves from trees and overgrown plants brought a peace in the air between the couple.

Draco turned his head to the side, a soft smile forming on his lips as he observed you. The both of you were on your backs lying on a spot of grass under a small tree, a different tree than the one the two of you had your fall out by a few months prior, requested by you. Draco thought back to a couple weeks ago when you and him had been walking around the outskirts of the school and you had seen it in the distance.

“That tree is cursed,” you muttered bitterly, eyeing it behind Draco’s head. He turned back to look at it and grimaced.

“I’m still terribly sorry about that, love,” he slipped his hand into yours, bringing the pairing up to his lips and gently placing a kiss on your skin. “We’ll find a new spot.”

“Effective immediately,” you nodded in agreement. “Plus, my friends dared me to climb it last year and I fell off and broke my arm and leg. I hate that tree.”

“Arm and leg?!” He stared at you in disbelief, “Merlin’s sake, Y/N, it’s shocking how clumsy you are.”

“You should be glad I’m clumsy,” you retorted, “you wouldn’t have been graced with my presence now if it wasn’t for me tripping into you.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be a fool for the klutz who sprained my finger and busted my lip on two separate occasions before we’ve properly met.”

“On accident!” You exclaimed horrified, stifling a laugh as he did the same.

Your eyes were closed, peacefully allowing yourself to fully bask in the sunlight that was kissing your skin in its golden hues and warmth. Draco turned onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow so he could admire you better. The longer he looked at you, he felt a shiver run down his spine and a foreign queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach appear that he could only describe as tons of tiny blue cornish pixies wreaking havoc on his insides. In simpler terms, butterflies.

“Are you staring at me again, Malfoy?” You hummed quietly, your eyes still closed as you questioned him.

“No, why would I?” He answered with a playful arrogance, the grin on his face widening as your eyebrows furrowed at his answer.

“You’re rude,” you mutter, trying to fight back a smile. “I think I remember you doing the same thing earlier and telling me, and I quote, ‘I can’t believe someone so beautiful is real,’ end quote,” you tried mocking his haughty accent as you quoted him which only earned you a laugh from Draco.

“That sounds nothing like me, you must have me confused with some other poor bloke,” he snickered, a laugh leaving his mouth immediately after.

Your hand came up and playfully slapped his chest, a smile finally breaking onto your features. “I love hearing you laugh. It makes me happy.”

He slowly leaned over, his face hovering over yours before he leaned down even lower and gently pressed small kisses onto your still closed eyelids, your nose, your forehead and then finally your lips. Your face scrunched after every kiss, except for the last one which you happily returned.

“You make me happy, I have you to thank for the laughs,” he said quietly, his hand reaching up to smooth back the flyaway hairs on your face, “and for several other things. I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”

You finally open your eyes, peering up at him with a loving gaze. It honestly felt like you had opened your eyes in heaven and an angel was leaning over you, greeting you at the gates of paradise, that angel being the platinum blond boy, his warm gray eyes staring back at you with the same look you had in yours. It was a sight to behold, behind Draco, the sun had gone down, leaving a haze of purple clouds and a pinkish sky, the leaves from the tree above swaying gently in the cooling breeze of dusk. As breathtaking as the scene was, Draco outshines it.

He looked so much more different than he did a little over a month ago, the day he had almost had his meeting with death. His skin had regained some color, he was still pale, but the pink undertones he always used to have had returned. His eyes were a lighter gray, almost a sky blue as they now held a warmth he had been so evidently missing. The bags under his eyes were still there, but not as deep or as dark as they had been before.

A smile reappeared on your face, your palm finding its way to his cheek and resting it there. He leaned into the tender touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the feeling. It felt like a movie, or a book, or a dream, your heart was doing happy flips in your chest as you tried to rationalize how in the world you were in this current position. It was bliss.

“I can’t believe someone so beautiful is real,” you murmur, stealing the compliment he had used on you earlier in the day. Your palm moved up towards his hair, letting your fingers rake through his hair as he smiled.

“Hey, that was my line,” he mumbled.

“No, I got it from some other poor bloke,” you laugh, dropping your hand from his hair. He leaned away from you and lied back down on the grass, an exaggerated sigh leaving his lips as he closed his eyes.

“He sounds dodgy, you should probably stay away from him.”

You rolled over on your stomach and onto Draco’s side, your head falling over his chest as his arm underneath you came up to rest on your lower back. You looked up at him, straining your neck so that your lips could meet his. He lifted his head up slightly, meeting you halfway. Like every time you kissed him, the world around you stopped and it was like every single good thing in the world came together in that one moment. You could always feel the love in his kisses, wordlessly letting you know how much he adored you and cared for you. Just as he could tell the same with yours.

You pulled away, opening your eyes to see his slowly flutter open. Both of you holding that same dazed and dopey in love look that was there every time your lips left his.

“I could never stay away from him.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco let out an irritated huff, marching his way down to the dungeons with his robe billowing around his legs with purpose, similar to how the long and greasy raven haired professor’s often flailed about.

Speaking of said professor, Draco was headed towards Snape’s office after receiving word from one of his Slytherin friends that their Head of House had requested him. The idea of talking to Snape right now made him feel dizzy, knowing full and well he was going to be reminded of his painful duties and be ripped out of the short-lived paradise he has been living in recently.

He didn’t want to leave his bliss, at all. He even neglected mending the vanishing cabinet for a while just so he could put all his attention and efforts on you, something he found to be much more important and rewarding. The plans for Dumbledore, especially, strayed even further from his mind as if they didn’t even exist to him at all.

When he reached the office, the door was already open and he saw Snape standing over his desk, looking down at some papers he had scattered over the old battered wooden surface.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape acknowledged lowly, not looking up from the papers, “close the door behind you and have a seat.”

Draco walked in slowly, taking in a deep breath and did as he was told, shutting the heavy wooden door once he forced himself to go inside. He made his way over to one of the empty chairs near the desk and begrudgingly sat down, letting out quietly the shaky breath of air he was holding in. This was the last place he wanted to be.

“Tell me, Draco,” the Professor finally looked up from his papers to give Draco a pointed look, “how is the vanishing cabinet coming along?”

“Fine.”

“Is that so?” He drawled out accusingly, taking short and careful steps around the desk. “Would you say it is able to transport individuals successfully?”

“I haven’t quite gotten it there yet, Professor,” Draco answered weakly, letting his eyes wander around the room and looking at all the different jars lined up against the walls just so he wouldn’t have to make eye contact.

“With that information, it appears to me then, that it is not fine.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Hardly,” Snape sneers, stepping even closer to the chair the cowering boy was sitting in. “Do you think me a fool, Draco? Do you think that I do not know what you have been doing with all of your time? I see that look in your eyes, you’re in love, and stupidly so.”

Draco fearfully looked up at him, seeing a rage beginning to build up in the black of his professor’s eyes. He stayed silent, the sound of his heart rapidly thumping against his chest was the only thing he could hear. It felt as if he were going to explode with panic.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor,” Draco lied through his teeth, locking eyes with the man as he stared him down.

Before he could blink, Snape had taken one long stride towards him, placing both hands on either side of the arms of the chair, Draco immediately leaning as far back as he could as his big-nosed teacher got in his face.

“Don’t lie to me, boy!” He snarled, “I know what love looks like.”

Draco was breathing hard now, his chest rising and falling painfully as his heart began to beat impossibly faster.

“This is no time for fun and games, especially for love,” he grabbed Draco’s left arm, forcefully rolling up his sleeve and flashing the skin upwards towards the blond’s face, “I’m afraid all of that ended the moment you had taken this mark.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” he cried, the Dark Mark was staring angrily at him and he twisted his arm out of the hard grasp it was in, rapidly pushing his sleeve down again so he wouldn’t have to look at it any longer.

“You don’t have a choice!” Snape stepped away from him and looked down at the boy who was quickly breaking down before him. “Your fate and that of your parents, is on the line. Eventually, it will be Miss Y/L/N’s fate in that position as well. There is only so much I can do to help you, Draco. Remind yourself that the Dark Lord doesn’t tolerate or take kindly to any sort of foolery.”

Draco shook violently with tears and anger, his head falling into his hands as all his realities began to hit him all at once. This is exactly the pain he was trying to avoid. He knew he would have to face it again eventually, but not this soon. He figured he would have more time with you. More time to live in the fantasy that left him feeling so euphoric when he got to his dorm at night after a long day of classes with you filling up the spaces in between. He wished he had more time to enjoy his love, the love that was so beautiful and light, so effortless. He wished he had more time to be happy.

Now here he was, stuck on a path he couldn’t change or control. A path that was forced upon him and had no choice or decision he could make. He often wonders what his life would be like now, if the Dark Lord never came back, his father never went to Azkaban, he never quit quidditch, his mind never tainted in evil plans for murder and destruction. He often imagines that life. He imagines you, waiting for him after a quidditch game, cheeks rosy from the frosty wind that whipped around the stands, smiling up at him so beautifully as he proudly took you into his arms after he caught the Golden Snitch and won Slytherin the Quidditch cup. He would be going to an after party at the common room, everyone praising him and his skills and being jealous of him and the girl on his arm.

He didn’t see it, but Snape gave him a small empathetic look, remembering his own pain and loss at the hands of Voldermort.

“I suggest for you to shift your focus to the more important matters at hand, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape says in a low voice. “You may leave.”

Draco roughly wiped away his tears before he jumped up from the chair and rushed towards the door, pushing it open with his body as he nearly ran out of the dungeons and up towards the Great Hall where dinner was being served.

Once he entered the hall, his eyes searched for you at your house table, knowing you’d be there with your friends. His eyes scanned up and down the rows a good two times before he finally saw you, throwing your head back in laughter as everyone talked. The pure joy on your face made him feel the tiniest bit lighter and his breathing a fraction easier.

Your friend noticed him first, tapping your arm vigorously as she pointed in his direction. You turned, your eyes meeting his frazzled ones and you frowned when you realized he had been crying. You threw your napkin down onto the table, hastily slipping out of your seat as you took quick long strides over to him. When you got to him, you slipped your hand into his and walked the two of you out of the hall in a hurry and headed into an empty corridor.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice laced and dripping with worry and concern as your hands reached up to cup his face. “Are you okay?”

Draco let the tears fall again, crying even harder at the your question. He was not okay and soon, neither were you going to be. On his way to you, he made a decision to do something. It was dumb and reckless, but in his mind, he knew it had to be said and done. If there was any sliver of a chance in the future where the two of you lived somewhere near happily ever after, he knew he couldn’t get there if he kept lying to you.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” he croaked out, “and you’re not going to like it.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The silence surrounding the top of the astronomy tower was thick and dreadful. The faint moonlight above Hogwarts had cast ghostly shadows onto your faces and illuminated the grimaces you both shared. A cold and bitter wind passed through, picking at and numbing the exposed skin that neither of you cared to acknowledge. You sat on the floor across from him, an empty look filled with tears pooling in your wide eyes. He had told you everything. He pleaded for you to say something, to react, but you couldn’t. You just sat there, frozen and mumbling an almost incoherent ‘I need to think.’

Out of all the things you expected him to tell you, this was not one of them.

It all finally made sense to you. The broken down and erratic state he has been in for months on end was for a very obvious reason now. It was hard for you to grasp at first, wondering how he could ever agree to be a part of something that was so dark and evil. Your mind temporarily mourned the boy, feeling as though that it was over for you two. But the longer you thought, the more it became clear to you that this was in fact, not his choice. It was the first thing he even said to you before he told you about his status as a Death Eater and all the dreadful things he has to accomplish.

And as you stared deeply into his pained eyes, you knew it was true. The Draco you had fallen in love with and are still just as in love with, was the same one sitting before you. Sharing something with you that could potentially jeopardize his life, his family’s life and everything else for the worst. He had trusted you with his darkest and most deepest secret. And it took you less than five minutes to process it all, your final thoughts coming together calmly and without hesitation.

“This doesn’t change anything for me,” you say finally, scooting yourself closer to him and taking his hands in yours. “I still love you all the same.”

A breath of relief left his lips, a sharp and painful ache in his heart suddenly easing drastically the second he heard your words. It was the same relief someone feels when waking up from a nightmare or just bad dream in general, a tranquility settling in that none of it was real and you can let your mind relax.

“But you must see me differently now then?” he then asked with a frown, his relief leaving his body again as his mind hit him with all sorts of pessimistic thoughts and ideas. “I’m not as good as you thought me to be.”

“I do see you differently,” you placed a finger under his chin, gently moving his face so that he could look in your eyes and you noticed the hurt that flashed in his storming gray’s. “I see now that you’re so brave, and so strong. I think it takes a lot of courage to be in your situation and not lose yourself completely. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you’re still you and you should be proud of that. You are just as good as I thought you to be.”

He blinked back the tears that had gathered and pricked at his eyes, his hand reaching up gently onto the back of your head as he leaned forward so that now your foreheads were resting against each other.

“You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?” He states quietly. He placed a kiss on the space between your eyebrows, letting his lips linger intimately as the two of you relished in the feeling of being so close to one another, mind and body. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated affectionately.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Weeks had gone by in a blur since the night at the astronomy tower, your relationship with Draco had only grown deeper and more meaningful since then. Instead of the ill-fated news tearing you apart, it brought you more closer together than you could have ever imagined. It was as if your souls were finally bare to one another, meeting and embracing each other lovingly on the astral planes.

The dynamic had changed, but only for the greater good as you had encouraged him to spend as much time as he could on the vanishing cabinet. It wasn’t like you wanted him to fix it, but you knew it would come at a great cost if he didn’t so he needed to. You thought back to a couple days after he had told you his duties, frowning at the remembrance of the shame in his voice as he explained everything to you.

“I think I’ll just leave it to rot in the room of requirement,” he muttered bitterly, his eyes focused on his thumb running over the softness of your knuckles. “I’ll just set it on fire and say it was an accident.”

“As much as I’d love for you to do that,” you sigh, “it would be like sentencing yourself to torture and death.”

Draco chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I’m already headed there.”

“No,” you interject, “you’re not.”

He stayed quiet, trying to get the painful images out of his head that his mind was currently putting on display for him. No matter how many times you told him, he was never able to fully get rid of his pessimistic thoughts.

“He is going to find a way in, eventually,” you lean your head onto his shoulder and he tilts his head to the side so that it rests against yours. “It might as well be you who does it. You need to get onto his good side and from what you’ve told me, it’s only obvious he’s wary of your family.”

“He doesn’t have a good side,” he scowled. “He currently has my father locked in Azkaban, my mother in distress, and me doing his dirty work from within this school. He’s more than wary of us, he’s punishing us already.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing his hand reassuringly. He sighs, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s alright, love, nothing I can do about it anyways,” he trails off sadly. “But you’re right, I have to do it. I have to fix it.”

From then on, he had split his free time between mending the cabinet and being with you. It was hard for him as it was for you, but either of you knew there was no other way.

You were sitting by yourself next to the Black Lake, hugging your knees to your chest as you mindlessly played with the overgrown weeds you were sitting in. Your wand danced over a patch of dead flowers, wordlessly casting a spell you had learned in Professor Sprout’s class that brought life back into the wilted daisies.

You missed your favorite Slytherin, still not used to not the sudden changes in his schedule that kept him away from you. Your friends obviously kept you company, but there were times like this when you just wanted to be alone and sulk. And sometimes always, you just really missed Draco.

All you wanted at the moment was to hear his laughter, to feel his arms wrap around yours and give you gentle kisses all around your face as you giggled underneath him. To hear him whisper to you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. It was like a cliche love story that you couldn’t get enough of, it was your life. And you never knew that those same stories you always laughed and made fun of but secretly deeply desired, would come into fruition with Draco Malfoy, the boy you’d had a crush on since third year who never even knew you existed until this year.

Despite everything life had thrown at the two of you in these short but also long months, you had formed something so intense and real that most people would never get to experience, especially someone your age.

You heard a faint flapping of wings get louder as it approached, the shadow of a familiar owl appeared from behind you and you turned to look at it. It was Aquila, Draco’s beautiful and large eagle owl swooping over you before landing in front of you, dropping a letter at your feet. You gave her a little pat on the head, and she closed her eyes gently before she backed away and flew off back towards the owlery.

You unrolled the small piece of parchment and smiled as you read it.

Just broke something in the room of requirement for tripping over it and it reminded me of you. Now I can’t stop thinking of you. I’m rushing to finish now, I’ll see you soon. xx DM

The parchment was rolled back up and tucked into the pocket of your robe, a happy sigh slipping past your lips as you rested your chin on your knees. Your eyes landed on some familiar glowing fishes in the water near you from a few days ago and you allowed your mind to slip into the memory, yet again.

Draco lied across your lap, your fingers dancing around in his hair as he hummed in content. He loved it when you did that and you always made sure to play with it any chance you got when the blond mop was vulnerable to you.

He had met up with you after a shower and skipped styling his hair, the platinum strands freely going in their natural direction of falling over his forehead. You ran your hand towards his ends, pushing and slicking them back into his old signature hairstyle from when he was little.

A laugh tumbled from your lips at the sight and he peered up at you, rolling his eyes when he realized why you thought it was funny and sitting up to flatten his hair back down.

“You think my hair is funny, do you?” He accused with a pointed look, but you noticed the laugh that he was trying to hold back. You shook your head ‘no’ while still laughing and he finally smiled.

He lurched forward, playfully and gently tackling you down into a fluffy bed of dandelions, a ridiculous amount of the puffs from the flowers flying up into the air around you and into the dark night sky. He attacked your collarbones with kisses, your shoulders, up your neck and then your lips. You loved when he would do that, leaving multiple lingering kisses along your skin so he made sure to do it any chance he got, just as you did the same with playing with his hair.

After he was done snogging you, he sat up again and pulled you up with him, a comfortable silence falling between you two. The comfort only lasted a minute or two before a thought had trickled its way into your head as your hands sat over his forearms.

“Can I see it?” you asked quietly, afraid of sounding insensitive or offending him you immediately added, “only if you’re comfortable, of course.”

Draco followed your gaze onto his arm and he stiffened, his blood all of a sudden feeling cold in his body. Not once since he’d gotten the mark has he looked at it for longer than a couple seconds, absolutely loathing the fact that it was permanently etched into his skin. He was hesitant, wondering if you would be disgusted by it and him, but you looked at him with such a genuine concern and curiosity that he couldn’t say no.

He fiddled with his sleeve a little, rolling it up towards his elbow and facing the mark towards you so that you could observe it. Instead of looking at it, he looked only at you and your facial expressions, he wanted to see exactly what you thought in the eyes that were the window to the soul.

The mark looked as if it were a scar, it rose a little bit above the rest of his milky skin, angry and swollen. Your fingers ghosted above it, Draco shivering underneath the closeness of your touch. He felt your hand tenderly stroke the mark, your finger tracing its outline with a delicate pressure. The next thing you did was lean down, delicately and lovingly placing a kiss onto something that only represented hate and evil. The complete opposite of everything that you were.

“This doesn’t define you, Dray,” you say warmly as you pull away. “I know you hate it and I know it hurts to see it. But it’s not you. And one day, it might be so faint that it’ll just be a reminder of how you survived and got through the most difficult point of your life.”

He nodded, staying silent as he took in your words. They made him feel better because if that what was you believed, who was he to say it was wrong? He desperately wanted your words to be true, so he happily accepted them and let them relax the part of his mind that constantly doubted himself.

You rolled down his sleeve for him before settling yourself onto his lap and pulling him into a hug. His hands rested themselves on your lower back, one almost slipping down onto your butt before you reached behind you and raised his hand back up as he snickered. He let his head lie against your chest, the even and soft thumping of your heart calming him instantly and he sighed, pressing a kiss into the exposed skin above your shirt.

You reached down beside you and plucked two dandelions from the ground, holding them up and twirling them around in your fingers.

“Muggles like to say that if you make a wish on a dandelion and blow on it, your wish will come true,” you hum, making him look up at you in confusion.

“That sounds ridiculous,” he mumbles. You give him one of the dandelions and smile.

“You never know until you try,” you raised an eyebrow before giving him one. He eyed it with doubt and you pouted, silently pleading for him to do it with you. “Just close your eyes, think of your wish and blow.”

He waited until you squinted your eyes shut, he didn’t, but as he watched you he wordlessly made his wish. He wished that he could have moments like this with you for the rest of his life, moments of loving nirvana. Ironically, you had wished for the exact same thing.

When you opened your eyes, you blew onto the flower and he did the same with his. The both of you watched the fluffs flail about in the wind around you until they were carried higher and higher up into the starry night sky and out of your sights. You held the boy underneath you tighter against you and he followed, his hand again trying to land on your butt but you stopping it again and both of you laughing.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, the question muffled against your sweater.

“If I tell you then it won’t come true.”

“That’s rubbish.”

The afternoon was fleetingly turning into evening, the sun beginning its descent behind Hogwarts and a number of thick clouds had formed in the sky that blocked the beautiful orange sunsets you loved.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Draco announced his presence from behind you, a weird tone in his voice as he approached you. He plopped himself down beside you and gave you a long affectionate kiss before pulling away from you with a half-hearted smile.

“You seem very cheery,” you teased, poking his frown with your finger before forcing his lips up into a smile and he let out an airy chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want the bad news or good news first?”

“Bad.”

“I think I’ve finally fixed the cabinet.” He said suddenly.

“Oh,” was all you could say as you processed his accomplishment. His hand reached for yours, interlocking your fingers with his as he anxiously waited for your answer. “So what’s going to happen next?”

“I’m not sure yet,” he answers honestly. “I suppose I’ll let Snape know and then eventually You-Know-Who will become aware. But I don’t know what chaos lies ahead. I don’t even know if it’s fully mended, I’m waiting until tomorrow to test it out.”

“Why not today?” you ask quietly. You felt your hand beginning to nervously sweat in his as each second of silence passed by.

“I wanted to have one last normal day,” he looks up at you and smiles faintly. You return it even though you felt as though you were nearly about to empty out your stomach from earlier’s lunch. “Before everything changes.”

“So then, what’s the good news?” You desperately wanted to change the topic, hoping that his good news would be enough to ease your panicked mined for the moment and luckily, it did.

“You and I are spending all day and night together,” he responds happily.

“Who said that’s good news?” you eye him mockingly, a goofy smirk making its way onto your lips, your mood improving instantly as you thought of the next 24 hours with your love. He gaped at you in fake shock, blinking slowly as he tried to come up with a comeback that would stump you.

“You know what, Y/L/N, perhaps I’ll ask Pansy instead, she’s been rather fond of me again lately,” he snickers, a look of horror replacing your previous teasing.

“Absolutely not!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You weren’t aware of how sleepy you were until you had gotten back to Hogwarts, a clock on a faraway wall in the dungeons displayed 1:11 AM. You were stopped right outside the Slytherin common room, Draco pinning you up against a wall as his lips passionately and lovingly danced with yours. Your hands were tangled in his ridiculously soft hair as he gripped onto your hips tightly.

This was the way the two of you should have been living, every day, stupidly in love like teenagers and having fun.

The whole day had gone by in a flash. Draco had taken you out for an evening stroll around Hogsmeade, stopping at The Three Broomsticks for butterbeer and food where you talked about everything and anything, avoiding any negatives completely and only talking of childhood memories from home and school or of funny stories that had come to mind. He had then taken you to a small jewelry shop where you admired every piece of gem in there and basically begged Draco not to buy you anything which he repeatedly tried to argue against.

Somewhere along the line, you found a small group of stray cats, dragging Draco by his hand to the little bundle of kittens hidden in a hollowed tree stump. One hissed at the two of you, backing far into the corner of the the stump as it protected the rest of its siblings behind it.

You had reached into your pocket, getting out your wand and pointing it towards the ground in front of them and whispering some spell Draco had never heard of. Suddenly, a small pile of cat food had appeared in a heap on the ground and the two of you watched as the leader of the litter had began to inspect it.

“Where did you learn that?” he laughs in astonishment as the kittens began to hurriedly munch on it.

“I found it in a book about cats in the library one day while I was bored,” you said with a sheepish smile. “Nice to know it came in handy.”

You then began walking around again, this time further away from the castle and the little village and more near the Forbidden Forest. This was the Hogwarts equivalent of long romantic walks along the beach. It was there where you found a small cliff and sat down to rest with your legs dangling wildly over the edge.

“With your track record, you should reconsider the way you’re sitting, darling,” Draco chuckles, his eyes peering over the edge and into the dark and rocky surfaces below before as he shuddered in fear.

“Relax,” you say, pushing yourself back from your spot and standing up before looking up at him. “You really think I’m that clumsy that I’ll fall off a cli-”

Draco reached out for you before he could even process that a chunk of the cliff had given out from underneath you as you stood. You fell into his embrace, the both of you staring down in terror at the tumbling piece of earth, watching it crash and explode as it hit a sharp boulder below. Draco let out a breath of relief, giving you a ‘I told you so’ look.

“Yeah, alright,” you nodded. “I think I’m ready to go home now.”

So now here you two were, still snogging in the dungeons without a care in the world. You were so wrapped up in each other that you hardly noticed the sound of Filch approaching nearby, the sound of his lantern accidentally falling behind a corridor made you finally rip away from the kissing, looking in the direction of the noise.

“It’s Filch!” you hiss before pushing Draco towards the entrance of the common room. He quickly said the password and slipped the two of you inside once the stone had opened up, quietly laughing to each other as you heard Filch yell a distant, ‘students out of bed!’

Draco wasted no time in taking your hand and sneaking you into his Prefect room, the both of you haphazardly tumbling inside out of panic when you had seen another Slytherin passing by somewhere near the staircase to the room. You landed into the room with a ‘thud’ and Draco underneath you with his face twisted in that of pain.

“Oh no, please don’t tell me I’ve done it again,” you scattered off of him, grabbing onto his hand that he had landed on with too much force as he tried to stop both of your falls. His wrist was staring to swell up a strong pink and then red as you felt around the bone.

“You’ve done it again,” he laughs quietly through the pain at seeing your reaction. You gave him a scowl before reaching for your wand at drawing it at his injury.

He admired you as you handled his wrist with the same caring and tender touch that you gave him the last times you had healed him from the accidental trips of fate that had been thrown onto him, literally.

You breathed out a quick, “episkey,” and let relief wash over you as his sprained wrist healed to its original glory and he flexed it back and forth just for your benefit.

“Thank you, my little personal healer and injurer,” he stood up, pulling you with him and gave you a tight embrace that you lazily returned with an exaggerated frown.

“On accident!”

“I’m only joking, love,” he chuckles before giving you a kiss that made up for his teasing. “Also, I got you something.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping away from him as he reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small velvet rectangular box before handing it to. You took it in your shaky hands, opening it up to be greeted with a glittering silver band bracelet, glowing green emerald jewels going all around it. You gasped at its beauty, pulling it out of its box as you looked up at Draco as he beamed at you.

“I know you said not to buy anything, but I had to.”

You flung yourself into his arms, kissing him all over his face as he laughed from underneath you.

“I love it, Dray,” you gleamed, carefully slipping the band onto your wrist. “Thank you.”

He nodded, smiling to himself at satisfaction that he had gotten something for you at the jewelry shop even though you insisted that he didn’t, he couldn’t help himself. Eventually, he thought, he would be adding a diamond ring to your new collection of expensive accessories from him.

You let your attention focus onto the space around you, it was dark and a little disorganized seeing as he was hardly ever in there now, only to sleep. You had been in his room plenty of times recently to talk or if he was feeling upset but this was the first time you were going to actually sleep through the night with him. You weren’t even prepared for the impromptu slumber party, but it didn’t bother you all too much as your boyfriend passed you one of his sleeping shirts and shorts.

When you clambered into bed with him, legs entangled and bodies pressed up against each other, you sighed sleepily in content. You laid in silence, the sound of steady breathing and a tick and tock of a clock nearly sending you into a deep sleep while you admired the new bracelet on your wrist until your brain started conjuring up thoughts of the very near future.

“It’s all going to be different now, isn’t it?” you mumbled.

He waited a moment before responding, the same thoughts began to run through his mind and he sighed, letting out a breathless, “yes.”

There was another moment of silence, a painfully quiet one as now the both of you had started to think and torture yourselves even further.

“I’m scared,” you whisper timidly, the grip you had on Draco’s shirt got tighter.

“I am too,” his head turned to meet your eyes, the same wide eye look being held in them that he’s been seeing a lot of that day. “But I promise that no matter what happens, I’m always going to love you. Forever.”

Tears had accidentally slipped from your watery eyes and you buried your face in his neck to inhale his scent to calm yourself down. It was weird in theory, but there was something about the mix of his cologne and minty smelling soap that relaxed your whole body from whatever would be bothering you.

“I say this all the time,” he started again, his hand mindlessly played with your hair as he spoke. “But thank you, for helping me, healing me and not just on the outside. I owe you so much and I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you cried relentlessly now, “so, so much.”

Draco stayed quiet, his own tears falling now but he didn’t want to make the moment sadder than it already was, so he sucked it up and gave the top of your head a long and amorous kiss while you cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It was morning, a heavy set of clouds rested over the castle in an eerie and gloomy way. You took it as a sign that everything was going to end up that way, dark and melancholic. It was sad, being the only two people as of right now who knew what was coming to Hogwarts in maybe a couple hours or days time. But there was nothing you could do but hope for the best and silently place your hope that Harry Potter would save the day as he somehow always did. You didn’t dare tell Draco that, however and as much as you disliked Harry for nearly killing your lover not too long ago, you needed to believe that there was hope for a future with no Voldermort.

You walked timidly behind Draco as he guided you to the room of requirement. Your eyes were glued to the back of his perfectly styled head and iron pressed black suit and if you weren’t in such upsetting circumstances, you would have let yourself admire him longer, but you couldn’t quite focus on anything other than what lied ahead.

He had asked you to come with him to test the vanishing cabinet, wanting your support as he brought life to the thing that would bring destruction to the beloved school. You stood quietly, watching the very large doors of the room appear on the wall as Draco called for it silently.

You had never been in the room before and that was apparent when you looked at everything in awe, seeing all the forgotten artifacts and knickknacks for the first time that were piled onto each other for miles on end. He lead you through the maze of objects until you stopped at a tall and ashy gray run down wardrobe, his other hand grabbing onto the corner of the drape that was feebly covering it and pulled it down in one swift motion causing a pile of dust to fly into the air around you, making you feel suffocated all of a sudden as you stared at the revealed cabinet.

He let go of your hand, reaching into the pocket of his blazer as he pulled out a small green apple to place inside the middle of the cabinet. You watched carefully as he closed the doors of it and pressed his wand up against the opening, his eyes fluttering closed as he thought of the spell.

“Harmonia Nectere Passus,” a small whooshing sound passed and Draco opened his eyes to check if the apple was still behind the doors. The apple was gone, and your heart sank in fear. This was it. He took one deep breath before shutting the doors closed and placing his wand against them once again.

“Harmonia Nectere Passus,” he whispered, “Harmonia Nectere Passus.”

The whooshing sound came back and he slowly grabbed the handle of one of the doors, his hand reaching inside of the cabinet and pulling something out. He turned around to face you, his skin paling in fear, the apple was back in his hand and as he turned it, you spotted the new clean bite around its side.

You inhaled sharply, your heart thumping rapidly as you realized what this meant.

“You fixed it.”

PART 4

TAGLIST: @bluesunflowersz @viirgobbyy @blueleonor @thefandomplace @natt-nih @angelofslytherin @dreamyvcid @ohhsheet-blog-blog (AHHH IM SORRY IF IM FORGETTING SOME OF YOU ;( !!!)

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years ago

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Get to Know Me

I was tagged by @kmomof4 @thisonesatellite and @optomisticgirl - thank you, ladies!

Three Ships:

Captain Swan - I don’t think any other ship can compete with this one. We were so spoiled by the actors and everything we were given in canon. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tv couple be so swoon-worthy, adorable, and epicly (sp?) romantic. Epic romance. Crap, how do you spell epically????

Choliver (Chloe and Oliver on Smallville) - I hate that actress Alison Mack ended up being a crazy psycho, so let’s just set her aside, shall we? The moment Oliver gave Chloe that shooting lesson with his bow, I shipped it immediately. To the point I was like, “ooh, ooh, I love it! Why have I never considered this pairing before? Where has this been all my life?”

Jim and Pam, the Office (I think their shipper name is PB&J, but I just can’t) - The most perfect best friends to lovers ever, and no one can pine the way Jim Halpert can. These two were the main reason to watch that show.

Last Song: I am currently listening to my U2 station on Pandora, and the song literally playing right now is “One Love.”

Last Movie: My ten year old daughter has had sole control of the tv since her surgery, and we have watched just about everything on Disney+. Twice. I think the last movie was Finding Dory.

Currently Reading: Little Girls in Pretty Boxes because Simone Biles standing up for herself in Tokyo sent me on a deep dive into gymnastics, and I kept seeing this book pop up in articles. I’ve only read the first chapter, and I haven’t slept for three nights after learning the tragic story of Julissa Gomez. Anyone who thought Simone should have vaulted doesn’t know about Julissa Gomez. Though it’s disturbing and sad, the book is really good. It’s more tragic when you realize that it came out in 1995 and nothing much has changed since. Tragic when you think if people had cared more Larry Nasser could have been stopped decades earlier. Anyway, so far it’s a really good book. (Books are always in addition to fanfic, of course.)

Currently Watching: The Chosen, and if you haven’t watched it yet, you really, really should. This show is SO good. Jesus cracks jokes, Peter is a hot mess (because he really was), Mary Magdalene is just amazing, Matthew is autistic - it’s nothing like you would expect. Even if you aren’t a Christian, you should try it because it is just a GOOD show. The episode of Jesus with the kids killed me in the best way, especially when he made the doll house for the little girl. Seriously, it’s free, just download the app if you don’t believe me.

Currently Craving: Sleep. That was my gut answer, and I love food, so that says something. Today was the first day I had to help Haley do her physical therapy, and I told my husband it’s a part time job, lol.

Tagging (and I know I will tag some people who have already played probably): @snowbellewells @jrob64 @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @whimsicallyenchantedrose @welllpthisishappening @wellhellotragic @jennjenn615 @shipswreckedme @onceratheart18 @resident-of-storybrooke

#gtkm #get to know me #tag game

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #348

“nothing will be free / nothing will be done / black out the sun”

Do you have any famous relatives? My third or so cousin is the author of Not Without My Daughter, but she's not like a smash hit or anything that most people know. I really do recommend the book, though. It's a long read, but a beautiful, true story. Do you care about celebrity gossip? Nah. Have you ever failed a science course in high school? No; I was very good at science. What’s your favorite breakfast food? Cinnamon rolls. Does your house have a basement? No. No house I've ever lived in has had one. Do you like Hot Topic? Well duh. Do you think imagination is valuable? VERY! Just imagine how many incredible things wouldn't exist without it. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? Unspeakably happy, and I felt like I was building a future with someone. I felt like I had purpose, which I should mention to anyone reading is a mindset to NEVER adopt. No one gives you purpose; you're born with it. How much weight can you lift at once? Ha, not a lot. When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? I want a black one with faux snow on the branches, then maybe red ornaments. Kinda look like blood dripping off. Sounds metal. Name three YouTube channels you’ve been loving lately. Lately, John Wolfe, The Dark Den, and Aim To Head Mix. Have you ever bought a designer purse? No. Do you wear jewelry often? No. What color was your senior prom dress? Black. Are you colorblind? No. Name the people you know who are colorblind. Jason's older brother is colorblind to two colors, but idr which. Would you ever consider a career in writing? I'd love to. What was your first favorite color? Red. What do you think about horror movies? I love them. If you love them, what’s your favorite? I really enjoy The Crazies and both The Blair Witch Project movies. Oh, and of course Silent Hill. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? I don't have the money to get anyone presents... and while I sometimes get ideas about something I could make someone, then it wouldn't be fair to the rest of my family if I don't make them something, too. What’s your favorite word and why? I really like the sound of "serendipity," as well as its meaning. It's just a pretty, nice word. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? Not really... I think the coolest thing I made was when I put the clay heart I made in Art into a shadowbox, and a poem I wrote was in the background. It was a gift for Jason. I remember working really hard on the whole process and being really happy with it. I don't want to know what he's done with it since. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? I don't know. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? Everyone knows about Venus' terrarium by now... Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? No. Tell me one of your worst habits. Catastrophizing. I take a tiny seed of something potentially bad, and in seconds it's a damn redwood tree. And I do mean "in seconds." What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I don't know, I don't have any particularly unique ones, I think. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just use earbuds. Do you think you would be a good therapist? You know, it's funny, I've actually pictured myself as one a few times, given my level of understanding and empathy for people, as well as how deeply I want to see others succeed and spread the word that recovery from things like depression is very possible. I've never truly entertained the thought, though, given I'm quite sure I legally couldn't be given my suicidal past and mental illnesses. There is also NO way I could listen to so many people's suffering and manage to stay healthy myself, so, no therapist position for me, thanks. Have you ever been to a Chinatown? No. Do you prefer chunky or creamy peanut butter? Creamy, 100%. Do you stop to pick up heads-up pennies? No. Do your pets have collars? Describe them: Roman has an adorable navy one with a bowtie. Do you have any friends that speak any languages you don’t understand? Old friends, sure. What is something you want to begin learning? I want to improve my ability to perform what in therapy is called "opposite action," where you do the opposite of what your depression (or other conditions) make you want to do. It always helps me feel good, like when I draw even when I don't initially feel like it, but it's rough to really force yourself to do it. What is a food you find comforting when you are sad? Ice cream is my comfort food. What is a quote you find comfort in? There are really a lot, but none come to mind immediately, gah. What is one Tumblr blog you really appreciate? I actually haven't been on my main Tumblr in months, but oh my god there is a Markiplier blog called "lady-raziel" and she is FUCKING HYSTERICAL. The meme quality is A+. What is a comfort movie/show for you? When I actually liked watching movies, I enjoyed watching Silent Hill when I was down. That whole franchise just makes me so happy. What is a recent creative project that you are proud of? That I'm PROUD of, idk. I'm not that happy with the last drawing I made, and I haven't done any serious writing lately that I find noteworthy. What is a video game that you find comforting? Shadow of the Colossus is probably #1. I find it so relaxing while equally epic as fuck. The soundtrack is to die for, and after playing it a billion times, it's pretty easy for me to kinda breeze through and just enjoy myself. Do you know how to bake bread? If so, what is something you’ve baked recently? No. Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest? THE MOUNTAINS!!! Particularly in the woods IN the mountains! Are you closer to your mother’s or father’s side of the family? Mom's. I don't even remember anyone from Dad's. Have you ever been in a “perfect relationship”? I thought so. Have you ever lost a fingernail or toenail? No. Were you a Disney or Nickelodeon kid? I preferred Disney. Have you ever been inside a jail/prison? No, and I don't plan on it. Have you ever dated a guy with a beard, mustache, or goatee? Jason had a goatee usually. He'd go clean-shaven sometimes. Did you ever name your stuffed animals? I named every single one I got as a kid. Now I don't, really, unless they're really special. What’s the name of the person who cuts your hair? I'd rather not share, given her name is very unique. Do you like cheeseburgers? Yes, they're one of my favorite foods. Do you have a Flickr? Yes, but I don't use it anymore. Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No. Do you drink milk? Yeah, I love milk. Where was your FB display pic taken? My room. Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Yeah; white rice. My dumb ass didn't realize it had JUST come off the stove. My tongue hurt literally for weeks. Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? No. Do you own any CLOTHES from Victoria’s Secret? Er, are undergarments not clothes? But I know what you mean. No. What are your grandfathers’ names? William and... I can't remember Dad's dad's name. Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Well yeah. Are you against seances? I don't know if I believe in them being effective, but either way, they seem like a bad idea. Even risking luring a negative energy/spirit to you is something I'd stay away from. Do you own any superhero shirts? No, just Harley Quinn ones, some with the Joker on them, too. I need to toss 'em though because I am like, violently against romanticizing their abusive relationship. I used to just like them as a story character couple, but I got to a place where it just seemed... wrong to "glorify" it by wearing merch and stuff. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica, durrrr. Who is the biggest jerk you’ve ever met? Can you believe that would be my former best friend? Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never had an animal in my path. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you like kissing in public? If you're my serious s/o, I could care less, so long as it's a simple peck. I'm not making out in front of people. Do you think someone has feelings for you? I don't know. Do you want to be in a relationship this year? I don't know. I'm lonely and love feels amazing, but I need to get my life on track before I can be a good partner to someone and not just dead weight. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Huh, funny, he's the one that walked away. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Uhhh that would depend on how serious we are, where we are, and just what mood I'm in. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? ugh What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? also ugh What’s your dirtiest secret? TMI AHEAD. Probably receiving oral while bare-ass naked on the chaise in the living room while we were home alone. Or having sex in my sister’s bed. Oops. Would you ever get lyrics tattooed on yourself? Yeah. I already do, anyway, and I plan on getting another. Can you photoshop images well? I'm decent at it. Where did you last drive to? Mom and I went to go get our Covid vaccines today. What’s the first verse of the last song you listened to? "I don't know what we're supposed to be, but I know we lost it along the way to something better, something so much more than pleasure that we seek, so blind inside to fill these holes left by these lies that we tell to ourselves as we manufacture our own hell." What do you hear right now? The aforementioned song: "BLACKOUT" by 3TEETH. What was the last thing you laughed about? This is so fucking immature lmao but when we were driving earlier, we passed a gas station that had a sign that was advertising Coke, but due to space limitations, it abbreviated to "2 liter Cok" and I cackled like a child. Mom laughed harder than I did. Do you know any gay people personally? Ye. What was the last thing that startled you? I think it was a car hoonking at somebody the other day. What was the last thing to make you even remotely sad? Today's been a kind of rough PTSD day thanks to Facebook. My old high school friend had her beautiful daughter, a childhood friend just got married the other day, another friend is due to have her baby in just a couple weeks... It's just weird but even more painful to know it was the life I once fantasized about with a guy that just dropped me and made a break for it. I hate admitting that there's this deep, deep bitterness in me about it, like he took my life away from me, even though that's of course very unfair to say. I don't want to talk about this anymore, so moving on with my day.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''blackout'' by 3teeth

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mysaldate · 5 years ago

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Late night thoughts #1 — KnY demons and Disney

It's currently 6am here and I haven't been able to fall asleep yet so this still counts as late night thoughts, right? Well, even if not, just enjoy the crack please.

Also, when talking about movies that have been remade, I'm taking the old versions, I haven't seen any of the remakes yet and I'm not exactly planning on it either.

Muzan

Honestly prefers Dreamworks over Disney, especially their earlier works.

Probably still enjoyed Great Mouse Detective or The Black Cauldron. Oh right, and Hunchback of Notre Dame had its good moments for him.

Has that one book that ends every story before the villain gets defeated so it's like they won.

Kokushibou

Genuinely believes Mulan is the only valid Disney film. And that's really only thanks to Li Shang.

Will cut you up if you mention the sequel tho.

One he really hates is Lion King. It just hits too close to home for him.

Douma

HUGE Frozen fan. Emotionally constipated orphaned princess with ice powers who's lived her whole life in isolation and doesn't get people? Come on.

He felt a little called out at first but then he learnt Let It Go by heart.

Saw the sequel at 50 times at the cinema before letting someone talk him into buying the DVD. Cried every time.

Akaza

Really likes Mulan too. And for some reason The Little Mermaid and Hercules too but Mulan is his no. 1.

Won't admit it but he can lip-sync every single song in those movies. Ok, let's be fair, he can lip-sync the whole Mulan movie.

Also enjoyed the Hercules spin-off series even if he rarely got any of the refferences.

Hantengu (and his chaotic boy band)

Actually have Disney movie night marathons. Usually only Yoroko and Karaku make it till morning.

Every single one of them loves Lion King. Sometimes it's on twice in one night. The sequels not so much but Yoroko digs the Hakuna Matata one.

Sekido sometimes does Scar impressions when they act out. Some of them are actually scared of him (and Zira too).

Nakime

The Little Mermaid or Hunchback of Notre Dame are really the only two she enjoyed.

Still can play just about every Disney song EVER on her biwa. She can also sing but usually doesn't.

Yes, that includes songs from sequels and spin-offs. She has lots of time in the Fortress.

Gyokko

Not all that much into Disney, prefers japanese animation most of the time. And japanese movies in general.

Heard of the Ao Oni live action movies? He sent a couple letters to Disney, asking them to adapt the other novels.

Sometimes likes a little comedy. Emperor's New Groove really fell in line with his taste.

Daki

Thinks Cinderella is a comedy. So is Snow White. So is Sleeping Beauty. Yeah, every princess story is a comedy.

Secretly cried in her pillow when she thought Snow White died but nobody can know this.

All-time favourite is Bambi because humans are disgusting.

Gyutaro

Usually just watches whatever Daki does, only rarely on his own.

Likes Pixar production more than Disney originals but it's not major.

Adores Princess and the Frog and Hunchback for obvious reasons (though the literary basis for the later one hurt him to read).

Kaigaku

Not a very big fan but he enjoys the older movies. Thinks the new ones suck and isn't afraid to say that to your face.

For some reason really likes Robin Hood. And Oliver & company.

Can and will sing rock/metal versions of every Disney song that has such a version already made. Has made children cry with this in the past and can again if desired.

Enmu

Ever heard of Great Locomotive Chase? Being based on an actual event makes it all the more appealing to him. He will watch anything tho.

Usually falls asleep within first three minutes but somehow remembers everything anyway?

Sometimes goes to cons or public reading events to share the "real stories" the Disney movies were based on. He's banned from 4 cons and 26 libraries all across Japan so far.

Rokuro

Actually really loves Disney and remembers at least one quote for every character who has at least a line.

Really likes all The Three Musketeers movies.

Sometimes a little confused about early Dreamworks production since they look so similar.

Wakuraba

Not that much of a fan but he knows the classics. Not that any of them speaks to him personally.

Sometimes gets called Banzai after that one hyena in Lion King. He hates it but at least it's not Ed.

Doesn't realize Disney doesn't only make animated movies. Maybe one day.

Mukago

Knows the Disney renessaince era and then the modern movies. Also heard of Lady and Tramp at one point.

Probably kinda likes Pocahontas and doesn't understand why are the americans so angry about it.

Paint With All the Colours of the Wind is forever his (her?) ringtone and you can't do anything about it.

Rui (and fam)

Apparently there was a movie called The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band.

He gets bored by it anyway but keeps it on for the aesthetics.

Also have movie nights but usually not Disney-only. And he's the only one allowed to pick movies anyway. Bambi or Lion King are common choices.

Kamanue

Dreamworks fan.

Used to enjoy Marvel but refuses to support Disney.

Gets stuck babysitting Enmu far too often tho so he knows all the movies anyway.

Kyogai

Underrated movies fan. Both the "dark era" of Disney animation and anything else that got lost over time.

Top favourite is, and will forever be, Treasure Planet. He squeels like a little kid when watching that one.

Thinks sequels deserve some love too even if they weren't as good as the originals.

Susamaru

Star Wars fan mostly but won't say no to some older Disney classic. Just not anything too "woke" or princessy.

Emperor's New Groove is right up her alley and she knows everything about the movie.

Also really liked the Jungle Book. Except for the ending. She just wants Mowgli to grow up to be the next Tarzan but without the girl.

Yahaba

Prefers the book originals and complains about adaptations way too much.

Kind of enjoyed Hercules because of all the refferences to old mythology, that made him feel smart. But they messed up a few things so there's that.

What do you mean Prince of Egypt is not Disney?

Tamayo

Casual fan, doesn't really get the appeal beyond "Aw, what a cute cartoon!"

Not a fan of the dirty jokes slipped in sometimes, nor the other adult refferences.

Likes Jane from Tarzan because she's a good girl who came to study animals and found love and was overall super wholesome. She also likes Belle.

Yushiro

Pretends to be annoyed but actually loves princess movies most of them all.

Has a secret collection of figurines. Everything he can get his hands on, though villains usually get burnt or otherwise creatively disposed of.

Convinced Tamayo is a princess and that birds do her hair every morning. You can't change his mind.

Swamp triplets

Princess movies preffered because the girls are really pretty (and sometimes below 16, let's be fair).

Can never agree which one is the best though. One says it's Belle, Two claims Moana is superior to any princess, Three usually goes with Snow White or Sleeping Beauty but he can't make up his mind.

All of them are kinda scared of Jafar because he reminds them of Muzan a bit.

Hand demon

Probably knows all the animated movies by heart. And all the villain songs.

Loves Brother Bear. A lot.

Still scared of the bad guys, he just thinks they have hip songs and cool style.

Nezuko

Looks up to the badass Disney girls. No, not Anna and Elsa, the actual badass Disney girls.

Sometimes jokes that Tanjiro and her are a bit like Lilo and Stitch. Tanjiro makes sure to point out she's a princess though.

Absolutely loves Big Hero Six and Zootopia. You know, obvious reasons.

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kittensjonsa · 5 years ago

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Otherwise, Engaged

The Proposal AU: Fake engagement turned real attraction turned hot snogging ( slight deviation from the movie, with a sharp corner towards the exit that says 'M18+/E territory' and staying there the rest of the journey.. *ahem* )

Chapters 1 - 5

Chapter 6

“Why were you in my bed?!” Sansa shrieked.

“Get out!”

Jon couldn't breathe. Shit. Shit. Shit!

“I wasn't! I swear I was sleeping on the couch!” Jon scrambled out of the covers from Sansa's bed. How did I..? It was all a blur. He only recalled getting up to use the bathroom once and that was all.

“I..I just got up to use the bathroom, Sansa. That was it. I mean.. I couldn't have.. I-Iwouldn't..” Jon's voice trailed off as Sansa, still groggy and squinting from the bright rays quickly lighting up the room - plonked back down on the side of her bed.

“Oh my god.. I can't believe you! Ugh.. okay, Jon, you know what? Just.. don't talk right now. I really, really can’t deal with this right now,” Sansa groaned. Could it get any worse?

Sighing, Sansa rubbed her eyes, still slightly heavy - though she caught something peeking out as her eyes flitted down. In a daze, Sansa peered but as soon as her vision cleared, she jumped up, her hands covering her eyes.

“Oh my god, Jon! Wha- Cover yourself!” Sansa yelled, looking away and pointing at him.

“Wha- Oh shit! Sorry!” Jon seized a pillow to cover the front of his boxers.

“Jesus! What is that?!”

“Really?! You gotta ask? It's… it's the morning!”

“The what?! Oh hell no! Jon-”

“Yoo-hoo! You two love birds having breakfast or what? Been at it long enough.” Talisa's voice came from the outside their door. Sansa could hear the smile in her voice. Glad someone finds all this funny.

“Yep, we're up! Be down in ten!” Sansa hollered back, glaring at a red faced Jon.

“Not another word. We're never.. ever going to talk about.. this,“ Sansa put a finger to her lips and headed wearily to freshen up.

Shit weekend starts now.

“Well, glad you could join us!” Ned greeted them as Sansa and Jon shuffled into the dining hall.

“Good morning, everyone,” Jon smiled weakly at the table, mentally taking note of the large family convened before him. All of them had their eyes on him. Especially Catelyn's cold stare. Right, a script would actually be good right about now.

“Sansa, Jon! Sit with me!” little Rickon called out as he beckoned them to the empty chairs next to his.

Talisa and Robb watched as Sansa and Jon took their place at the table.

Talisa leaned over as soon they sat, grinning. “So… you two might want to keep it down a bit. I mean.. we could hear you two.”

Sansa choked on her juice. “Wha-Oh.. no. That was not.. no-no we were not.. you know.”

Talisa only winked back and Robb returned his attention to his eggs, red-faced. Sansa wanted to scream. Last thing she had in mind was doing that with Jon.

“So.. um.. what's the plan for today?” Jon asked meekly as he nibbled politely on some broken toast Rickon had haphazardly buttered for him. Rickon was adamant on giving whatever food that was on his plate to Jon and he found it endearing. Jon was only glad he had a friend in Rickon. He didn't mind it, Rickon was adorable and possibly Sansa's favourite sibling. Besides, Sansa had reminded him too many times to just play along, and after what had happened earlier he was more than happy to oblige. Though he found it oddly comforted now, instead of dread realising it was Sansa's body next to his the entire night.

It was probably not a good time to recall the memory of her soft curves leaning against his torso and the tickling of her hair in his face. But her smell, he could not forget. Jon remembered breathing in deeply as he snuggled in closer and tighter as the night wore on. The thought unsettled him, though not in a bad way and his boxers were suddenly a little too tight.

Yep, not a good time, idiot.

It had been too long, probably decades that he had an experience like that. Perhaps, he had never felt that way with anyone. With Ygritte it was an on-again off- again, friends turned to friends-with-benefits sort of arrangement between them and he knew deep down, they weren't a thing at all.

Casual, she mentioned it countlessly and slowly she disappeared, drifting into her own wild world of travel and deep sea diving. Jon was comfortable in his own world of books and writing and thought it was best left that way. He never thought they were meant to be. But Sansa? In bed with her, as gorgeous as she was, possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever set his eyes on; he had never thought he would see Sansa in a different light.

“Sansa?”

The mention of her name rang in his head loudly like a bell. Jon glanced at her as Sansa perked up at Ned calling her. Was she always this beautiful, every day and every morning?

“Yeah?”

“So, you all right with me taking Jon fishing? You know, with the guys? We haven't done a proper Stark introduction,” Ned asked with a friendly, knowing grin at Jon.

Sansa looked over at Jon who was nervously stirring his coffee, and shrugged. “Sure, why not? I mean, I'm all for male bonding.”

“Oh, no Ned, I am sure-”

“Wonderful! I'll rally the boys!” Ned quipped as he stood up to clear his plate and gave Sansa's head a kiss.

Jon only smiled back at Ned, watching him leave with the rest of the Stark brood. Jon calmly stretched out his arm onto the back of Sansa's chair and pinched her ever so slightly.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You know I don't fish! Or do any sports that's water related ever! Don't I get a say in this at all?!”

Sansa raised her eyebrows at him in disbelief. “You do know, you promised to play your part, right? And that part includes spending time with my family. The least you could do after what you pulled this morning.”

Jon rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, I said I was sorry! Nothing happened! I wasn't going to... It won't happen again okay? Are we going to do this all weekend?”

Sansa only stuck out her tongue and ignored him as she picked at her scrambled eggs.

“Do what all weekend? What are you two kids whispering about?” Catelyn interrupted, sauntering back into the kitchen.

“Just… spending time together. Told him it'd be good to be apart for a bit,” Sansa winced as the lies rolled off glibly. Even in the morning.

“Hmm.. yes I agree. I don't understand why you can't be away from each other even for a day. You spend working hours together, at home together. Goodness,” Catelyn scoffed, her voice dripping with ripe disdain.

Again, Jon felt it was time for him to leave the table. He had no idea how to deal with a woman who disliked him even more than Sansa did. And he did not wish to try.

“Well, you're right Mrs Stark. Absence does make heart grow fonder. I'll.. uh..see you later, honey,” Jon nodded as he made his move for the living room. Catelyn's watchful eyes were making him sweat that cold early morning. Panicking, he gave Sansa an anxiety-ridden, long peck on the lips.

Shit. Oh my god. Why the hell did I do that?

“Uhh right.. okay bye.”

“Careful out there, don't drown,” Catelyn added jokingly, amused at how her presence made Jon squirm uncomfortably every time their paths crossed, much to Sansa's horror. It was a clear sign of guilt, in Catelyn’s eyes.

“Mother!”

The sudden kiss had thrown her off but Sansa had never seen Jon so flustered and anxious before and though her usual self would relish such a moment, she realised she didn't enjoy it as much as she thought. In fact, how her mother behaved around Jon had been downright appalling. He was still a guest in the Stark household. Mother had no right.

“You need to apologize,” Sansa stood up to leave the table. It was just her and Catelyn now.

“Honey, it was a joke. I'm sure he'd take it as much. I mean, if he can dish it, I'm sure he can take it too.”

Sansa shook her head at her mother's bemusement. “No, Mom. He has been nothing but polite and respectful to everyone here since we came. I know you don't like him but guess what? I do! And he's putting up with all this for me! Why can't you see that? Look, you just have to accept the fact that he's my fiance, I love him and we're getting married, okay? End of discussion.”

Catelyn only sighed and kept silent. She found it hard to believe Jon showing up as her daughter's fiance when some things just did not add up; but having Sansa stand up for him like that, perhaps she really had gone too far. And to her dismay, facing the fact that Sansa actually grew to like Jon despite what she said about him.

Love him, the words stung her. Catelyn did not expect that at all.

“I'm going for a run.” Sansa left the kitchen and Catelyn alone. She hoped to run into Jon along the way, probably to explain and apologize for her mother's inhospitality. For all that he was, Jon still didn't deserve such treatment. Sansa was going to make sure of that, from then on.

“Jon? Are you in here?” Sansa closed her door behind her. A light rustle came from behind the curtains.

“You have a great view from here. I'd love to wake up everyday to this. I won't leave if I were you.”

Jon appeared from the balcony, with a tiny bottle of vodka in his hand. She realised she forgot to take some freebies for herself from their first class flight.

“Look, Jon, I am sorry about just now.. what my mother said to you. I swear, it's just me and her and I'm sorry you're caught in the middle. I really am. And if you don't want to go fishing, that's fine too.”

Jon sighed. He wasn't sure if it was the vodka talking or making him feel funny about the entire situation but for some reason, he didn't mind all of that. In fact, hearing Sansa's outburst, standing up for him to her own mother, pretending and lying through her teeth was something he didn't count on. No one would do that for him. Putting themselves on the line for him. He had never known anyone who would do that. But Sansa. She would.

Weirdly enough, the 'dreaded in laws' were no longer a myth nor a foreign concept to him. It came with the whole package that he clearly had customised, signed up for and now had to deliver. This time, he had to make it right. For Sansa's sake.

“Sansa, no. I am sorry for all this. You agreed to do this and you're doing your part. I respect that. I respect you for a lot of things. I just don't say it at all. And I guess, thank you for doing this. For me. I know I never say enough but thank you for all that you do. For everything.” Sansa could almost taste the vodka on his breath as his face neared only inches from hers. Sansa didn't want to move away as she stood facing him. Jon's earnestness, the heartfelt speech tugged at something in her. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen this side of Jon, ever.

“I… I guess.. you're welcome? So… listen about the fish-”

Sansa's eyes flew shut as she felt Jon's warm lips crash on hers, his arm draping around her waist and pulling her in tightly against him. The vodka on his tongue was no more intoxicating than how he bit at her lips and how his hands slowly roamed up to the back of her neck and tugged gently at her ponytail.

When he released her, Sansa gasped for air, shocked yet felt as if she was floating. She hadn't been kissed like that for a long time. Actually, maybe never.

“Sansa.. I.. oh god. I'm sorry.”

“Jon.. I.. why… what was that...”

Sansa struggled to find the words. She struggled even more realising she didn't want Jon to stop.

“I should go. You know… fishing,” Jon fidgeted nervously as he ran his hand through his hair. While his other hand was firmly gripped on the soft curve of her lower back, where if he went any lower, he would be cupping the lovely roundness of her behind. One he had noticed and admired from afar many times admittedly, the past three years.

Nothing would stop him now, with Sansa softly panting, her ocean blue eyes begging him not to go.

“You.. don't have to. If you.. don't.. want to,” Sansa whispered.

For whatever the vodka had gotten him into, Jon couldn't decide for the first time in his life. This had gone too far already, and in too deep. One more move, Jon knew it would be the end. Of what, he wasn't certain of just yet.

But one thing was for sure. He wanted to kiss her again, gods be damned.

“No.. I don't.” Jon closed his eyes once more.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #the proposal au #we're approaching 💦 ahead #it gets hotter #a kinkier version of the movie

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teachercrushprince · 4 years ago

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December tc challenge UwU

I copied this from @nightowl-luna UwU

1) what color is your tc’s hair?

It’s dirty blonde, nothing special XD

2) is your tc married?

He isn’t married but has a boyfriend.

3) if yes, do you care? would you do something with them regardless of their marriage?

Even if he wasn’t in a relationship I wouldn’t do anything because I wouldn’t want to put him in a position where he’d be uncomfortable and could lose his job, I care to much about him.

4) what’s your worst memory with your tc?

Probably anytime I have gotten angry and yelled at him and stormed out of class he never seemed to think of me any different though because I always came back to class and apologised, I usually was really upset when stuff like that happened.

5) what’s your best memory with your tc?

I actually have quite alot of great memories with him but probably without saying too much about myself or him it was when I was working on one of my main pieces to pass my class.

6) does anyone in your school know how you feel?

Only a really close friend at the time knew, but It’s kind of obvious that I liked him now that I think hopefully him and no one else could tell or knew I liked him.

7) does your tc know how you feel?

Nope and I kind of hope he won’t ever find out, the only way he’d find out is if he somehow found this blog.

8) do you think there’s any chance your tc reciprocates your feelings?

No he probably thinks of me as another student, and he probably would never feel the same since I’m way younger then him.

9) are you getting your tc a christmas present? if so, what is it?

I can’t since I no longer see him (I’m in college now)

10) have you ever flirted with your tc?

I probably have attempted to in the past but I’m really bad at flirting.

11) how long have you had a crush on them? what began it all?

Well it started around 2017-2018 I think, I initially denied it and just brushed it off as a silly little crush that would eventually fade, unsurprisingly It didn’t fade at all so I made this blog in hopes it would help me vent out my feeling from him and they’d fade in time but the feeling I have for him haven’t faded at all for me, honestly I don’t know what began it all maybe it was because he is and this is awkward to say but he is my type, also he kind of remined me of this actor I really like (same mannerisms and stuff), he was really sweet towards me too.

12) do you believe you’ll get over them shortly after you stop taking their class/have the chance to spend time with them?

Seeing as its been a year since I last had his class I don’t think I ever will get to spend time with him again as a student, I have seen him outside of a school setting earlier this year and we caught up and talked for about 10-15ish minutes or so but that was by coincidence that we were in the same shop.

13) what kind of grades do you get in their class?

I got pretty good grades in his class, mainly since I listened the most during his classes and payed attention and due to the fact he taught my favourite subject.

14) does your tc ever do any tiny, little things that you adore?

I honestly don’t know what to write here since I just adored alot of the tiny thing he did.

15) are you their favorite student?

In all honesty I think I defiantly was one of his favourites, I usually made sure to make an effort of talk to him outside of classes and stuff.

16) do you two share any tastes? movies, books, music, etc.

We both liked musicals, I got him into my favourite genre of shows/movies (not naming it since I don’t want to share much info about myself on here), we both liked similar tv shows and movies, we even gave each other tv and movie recommendations.

17) is your teacher religious?

Nope.

18) do you masturbate to them?

Why is this a question this is too personal for anyone too share.

19) do you communicate with them outside of school?

No unfortunately.

20) do you have any tc songs or songs you relate to your tc? what are they?

I don’t really but I listen to songs that make me think about him and I recently found out that the song Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery makes me think about him alot.

21) what’s your favorite thing your tc has said/memory you have with them?

Nothing really stands out to me since most of my favourite things he’s said to me and favourite memories are small and feel to special and personal for me to share on here.

22) do you plan to continue a relationship with them after you leave school?

I do have his email but I’ve felt too awkward to ever send him one, maybe I’ll follow him on instagram at some point when I get the courage too.

23) how will you deal during the summer? will you see him/her?

I go to college now and don’t see him anymore so I just tend to deal with it and live my life and try to remind myself that it’s just a crush and nothing more.

24) does your tc support gay rights?

Well yeah he’s openly LGBT

25) what class do you have with them? And what period? Do you have them every day?

He was my art teacher and tutor at one point, we had him for most of the week except one day out of the whole week for art, but when he was tutor I saw him every day

26) have you ever drifted out during a lecture thinking about them and missed information?

It’s multiple times in one lesson before it doesn’t help that I get distracted easily.

27) have you stalked them online? what did you find out?

I did find his instagram and didn’t find out much except he posts quite alot on there.

28) have you ever run into them outside of schools? what happened?

It happened once this year and I got kind of anxious since I wasn’t expecting to see him while I was out with my friend, especially since I had been talking about him to my friend earlier that day.

29) has your tc ever spoken of teacher-student relationships? what did they say?

Nope.

30) do you regret telling anyone about your tc? if you’ve kept it a secret, why have you done so?

I regret telling one of my friends because she is now able to tease me about the time we ran into him and how I reacted.

This took way longer then I expected but I’ve managed to complete it XD

Happy hoildays everyone

#teacher crush #teachercrush #teacher x student #teachercrushcommunity #teacher #art teacher

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talesofafangirlwithadvr · 5 years ago

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February Picks

And just like that another month is coming to a close. I can’t believe how fast it has gone by. I’ve continued watching some favorites from last month and am sad some have come to an end. Meanwhile a bunch of shows came back from their winter hiatus, so it was a lot of fun getting back into their story-lines again.

Be prepared for spoilers once again...

SANDITON

Masterpiece’s Sanditon ended this past Sunday, here in the states, and I am jumping on the campaign that we need a season 2! It can’t end like that with so many open ended story-lines (okay maybe just one or two, but still we deserve more).

Who would have guessed that Esther would become one of my favorite characters in this series and that’s mainly thanks to her well written character development. From the “villain” in episode 1 she grew into so much more and was such a complex character. I really enjoyed watching her story unfold. I am SO HAPPY she married Babington and his speech to her about living side by side, knowing he loves her more and just wants to see her happy. Wow....Goals. I want to see this relationship progress even more (if that’s possible) with a season 2. Speaking of things I want to see: Will Sanditon be rebuilt and how long will it take? Will there be an alternative allowing Sidney to be with Charlotte? Major twist there as their relationship doesn’t end with a happily ever after (very un-Austen like for the main protagonists). When he returned at the end stopping Charlotte’s carriage, I seriously thought he would have said he broke up his engagement, but alas. The previous episode I really wanted them together (thanks to Sidney’s speech to Charlotte when he told her his ex-fiance left and how Charlotte makes him a better person *melts* and of course their dancing scene the episode prior was amazing). In the early parts of the season, while I knew Charlotte and Sidney would be a thing-eventually, I couldn’t help but have a soft spot for Young Stringer’s character and my appreciation never truly left. I felt he was paired well with Charlotte. Such a tragic ending for him. He wanted to better himself (much like the Parker brothers) but after his father’s death he no longer will. Throughout the series, I enjoyed Miss Lambe’s character, but I agree with many reviews that I was reading that her character was kind of dropped at the end. I’m curious what her reaction will be when she finds out about SIdney’s engagement...

Thank you again, Andrew Davies. I was not expecting to like this adaptation so much.

ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST

The best way to describe one of NBC’s latest shows is that I feel happy and in a good mood whenever I finish an episode. (And then I’m immediately upset that I have to wait a week for the next one. I watch them too fast.) I’ve heard many people compare it to Glee and while I could definitely understand that I keep getting drawn back to Abc’s short lived Eli Stone. There Eli (played by Jonny Lee Miller) could hear people around him sing and dance, which helped him solve upcoming law cases. In this show he was experiencing a brain tumor, but so far Zoey seems all clear. Instead, a freak accident while she is getting an MRI scan and listening to music, allows for her to hear people sing (and perform) their innermost feelings. There’s still some logistics to discover like what Zoey looks like when she watches these performances (does she move around or look like she’s just staring into the air. I might be thinking into this too much...I know). We just recently found out that sometimes she can speak to others as they are happening. Each time she hears someone sing she is meant to help them with something in their life. It could be a family member, co worker, friend, or like this past week her boss. While there’s one major problem (that she has to fix), there are often multiple songs in one episode which I really enjoy. The cast is also very strong, both musically and as actors. I can’t wait to see where the rest of the season is headed!

TO ALL THE BOYS P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU

When the first film was released on Netflix about 2 years ago, I was instantly a fan. I was unfamiliar with the book, but quickly added to my TBR list. (My to read list is extremely long, so I still haven’t gotten to it. Story of my life.) I really enjoyed watching Lara Jean experience the results of having her secretive love letters distributed to her past crushes. I was definitely Team Peter and Lara by the end of the film. They were adorable. The sequel was released earlier this month and I kind of forgot about it. It felt like we had been preparing for the sequel for a bit and then I must have been watching too much Disney Plus to miss the trailer. Watching P.S. I still love you, I just missed the original film. There were parts I liked and I was a big fan of John Ambrose (and of course Jordan Fisher because he’s great), but overall I felt like much didn’t happen. Also, Lara and Peter’s relationship kind of bothered me in parts. I understand that for both of them this was the first time they were in this kind of relationship and could feel awkward about certain things (like the Valentine’s singing-gram or writing an original poem). The main part I did like about them was towards the end when he arrived at the retirement home. I don’t say this often, but I have no want to re-watch it any time soon.

VIOLETTA SEASON 1

Speaking of Disney Plus....

In a quick month and a half I have successfully watched ALL 80 episodes of season 1 of Violetta. I feel so accomplished and know the withdrawal will happen very soon. (I just finished last night and I’ve been listening to the music a lot recently). I’m so upset that season 2 has not be released on Disney Plus yet. I thought it would be by now because the streaming service has been up for a good amount of months and this show was so popular around the world. Unfortunately, I have not been lucky with my Google searches for when they’ll release it and no luck with YouTube either (no English caption options). I’ve been hearing that season 2 is really great because season 1 did a nice job of establishing these characters and now we get to see more story-lines. I will miss the students and teachers at the Studio as well the home-life at the Castillo’s house. Throughout 80 episodes it’s understandable to love and hate several characters as you’re with them for a good amount of time. For some people it was a roller coaster, but there were a good amount that I liked pretty consistently. I am a fan of Violetta and Leon and they had some super cute moments. I think it was about episode 35 where I truly felt like connection. When Tomas left the love triangle for a bit I actually grew to like him and would often joke how he never smiled and had a Tomas face. I really liked You Mix and the introduction of Frederico. Some great songs came out of that section like Ven y Canta and Tienes el Talento, but my favorite is definitely Ser Mejor. And of course, I will always have love for Pablo. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m going to miss reading subtitles (I really do feel like I know more Spanish now). Definitely check out this show if you want something drama filled and funny at the same time.

LEGACIES

I know I dedicated a whole post to Chris Wood’s return as Kai Parker on Legacies. (See the article here:https://talesofafangirlwithadvr.tumblr.com/post/190761328673/omg-legacies-2x12) But I still had to include it in this wrap up because once again Legacies is doing a great job this season. I was so excited to see it when it came back from the mid-season hiatus. Since the return of Wood it has gotten more of a TVD vibe than usual, which is great. I haven’t watched the last episode, but have seen a clip of Kai masquerading at the school. I am going to be very interested to see for how long he hangs around and how long it takes for them to discover him AND how Josie handles the evil inside of her.

BROOKLYN NINE NINE

Thank goodness this show got renewed (and picked up from NBC). When it started a couple of weeks ago, I was reminded how much I missed it. I can’t get over that this is already the second season on NBC. As usual the hi-jinks of the Nine Nine have been entertaining to watch. The Jimmy Jab games were great. I loved how Hitchcock was so desperate to win that he was taking Scully’s array of pills. What an ending with Debbie! Did not think she could be capable of that. I can’t wait to see the outcome next episode. I’m so excited for a Santiago-Peralta baby. It was a great episode when they were hiding it from Charles and Adrian returned. I’ve seen the movie Memento and it is great! It was hilarious each time he was like, ‘I don’t know what that is’ and then saying ‘Finding Dory’ solved everything. I am so happy that this show was suggested for me to watch and fill my Office and Parks and Rec void. Whenever a new episode’s on the DVR I can’t wait to watch it.

LEGENDS OF TOMORROW

And last, but certainly not least, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow has once again not disappointed me this season (I know it’s still early, but I’m optimistic). It started at the end of January following the events of Crisis and I liked how this season transitioned with all the changes (the major one being the introduction of Zari’s brother). I am really happy to see her again though and how she is having these flashes of her old life on board the Wave-rider. I can’t wait to see that reveal happen (especially because as of right now only Nate knows the ‘truth’). I love seeing Ava as a permanent part of the Legends crew and as stepping in as Captain when Sara was away. She is a great addition and I like how quirky she is since we first met her. Her and Sara are perfect. I also love Ray and Nora. Nora as a fairy godmother is fantastic. One of my favorite episodes was the one with the 80s dance. Her role in all of that was great and her realization with what she can provide for these kids. I feel like this is going to be the reason Ray leaves the Legends. I remember seeing Brandon Routh’s Instagram Post about leaving the show and this feels like the reason he will. I hope that isn’t for a while though because I am going to miss him a lot.

Until March!

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miraculousshipping · 5 years ago

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When you can’t have one...

Pairings: Lovesquare: Adrienette, Marichat

Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

A/N: Okay I kid you not, I started writing this fic hours before Chat Blanc premiered because I figured we'd all need some fluff afterwards and this is a post-reveal fic that involves Gabriel not letting Adrien and Marinette date and I was so not expecting to see that shit in Chat Blanc! So yeah, think of this as a "this is how it should have happened" post-reveal fic! I hope you enjoy, because I think we could all use some fluff after that.

Read on: Ao3 | FF

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"That last akuma was pretty difficult." Ladybug says after she and Chat Noir land on the roof of the Agreste Mansion.

"Yeah, but there's no akuma too challenging for m'lady to handle." Chat Noir says and holds her hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Well I couldn't have done it without my amazing partner." Ladybug says and steps to the edge of the roof.

She turns around and throws her yoyo to wrap around a pole before wrapping her arm around Chat's waist. They both jump off the balcony and then swing into Adrien's room through his open window, which he had left open when he went to fight the akuma with Ladybug.

Once their feet hit the floor, they de-transformed and Plagg and Tikki flew over to Adrien's bed and collapsed in exhaustion.

"Ugh! That must have been the most exhausting fight I've ever had!" Plagg whines.

"Sugar cube how are you holding up?"

"Barely." Tikki says hoarsely.

"I haven't powered a ladybug for that long in centuries!"

"I'm sorry for taking so long to figure out when to use the lucky charm Tikki." Marinette apologizes.

"But I have special treats that I was planning on giving to you and Plagg anyway, but now they're a reward for a job well done." Marinette says and pulls a little bag out of her purse with some pastries in it.

Plagg and Tikki's face's light up in excitement and they quickly fly over to Marinette.

"Whoa! What are those?" Plagg asks as Marinette pulls two pastries out of the bag.

"They're yummy pastries! And they're perfectly baked. They look so flaky." Tikki says.

Plagg sniffed it and then he gasped and did a flip in the air.

"And they smell like cheese too!" Plagg exclaims.

"Yep. These are called cream cheese danishes. Since I know Tikki loves sweets and Plagg loves cheese, I thought I'd make a treat for you two that has both!" Marinette says.

Plagg and Tiki both take one from her hand and take their first bites.

"What do you think?" Marinette asks.

"They're amazing!" Tikki exclaims.

"This cheese tastes like cheese but it's sweet too! You're some kind of a baking genius Marinette!" Plagg praises.

Marinette laughed.

"Aw, thanks Plagg but I'm not the one who came up with the idea for this type of dessert. I just followed the recipe from one of my dad's books." Marinette explains.

"But you are the one who made them." Adrien tells her.

Marinette blushes as he looks at her with that adoring look in his eyes.

"And it sounds like they taste delicious. Did you by any chance bring some for me?" He asks sheepishly.

Marinette laughs at her boyfriend's failure at subtlety and goes over to his desk and places her hand over a cookie tin.

"I swung by earlier and dropped this off for you." She says.

Adrien's face lit up like a Christmas tree and he ran over to the desk and yanked the lid off of the tin. His mouth watered at the sight of not only the danishes but the other macaroons,cookies, and croissants inside as well.

"Thank you so much Marinette!" Adrien shouts.

Marinette squealed in delight as Adrien lifted her off of the ground and spun her around in his arms.

"You're welcome, but why are you so excited? You act like you've never had sweets or croissants before." Marinette asks.

Adrien's smile fell a bit and he set her down.

"Well, I mean I have had those things before. My father always makes sure the food we eat is the best that money can buy, but no amount of money in the world could compare to the love that you put into everything you and your parents make." Adrien says.

"Aw, Adrien you're too sweet." Marinette says and looks upon him fondly.

"I bet these macaroons are sweeter." Adrien says and takes a bite out of one.

Marinette laughs and places her hands on his chest and moves in closer to him.

"We'll see about that kitty." Marinette says.

She stands on her tiptoes and bites the rest of the macaroon that hung out of Adrien's mouth. When she pulled back both of them were blushing as they chewed the sweet. Then they turned away from each other as they heard their kwamis get excited over something.

"This bed is amazing sugar cube!" Plagg says while Tikki laid down on Adrien's bed.

"Not only is it huge, but it can do so many different things with this remote! Watch this!"

Plagg presses a button and then the head of the bed where the pillows lay rose up.

"Wow it's like a slide now! Whee!" Tikki says and slides down the bed.

Marinette and Adrien laughed at their kwami's antics.

"And that's not all! It can also give you the most relaxing massage." Plagg explains and clicks another button.

Tikki started vibrating on the bed and Plagg laid down next to her.

"How does it feel sugar cube?" Plagg asks, his voice sounding strange due to the vibrations from the bed.

"It feels relaxing." Tikki says, her voice vibrating as well.

"Just what a kwami needs after a tough battle against an akuma."

Adrien giggles a bit then looks at Marinette and notices she's staring longingly at the bed. He recognized that look.

"Would you like to lay down Marinette?" Adrien asks, holding his hand out towards the bed.

"You're probably just as exhausted as Tikki. You should lay down and relax too."

"Oh Adrien that does sound nice, but as soon as I lay down I doubt I'll be able to get back up. Tikki and I can't stay here much longer. At any minute your dad, Nathalie, or your bodyguard could walk in on us. What would they think if they saw me in here and lying on your bed?!" Marinette shouts, suddenly very anxious about her current situation.

Adrien puts one of his hands on her shoulder in reassurance and holds his finger up to his lips while making a shushing noise.

"Don't worry about any of that m'lady." Adrien says with an easy grin.

"My father is at a conference in London, Nathalie's chained to her desk with work, and my bodyguard's only guarding the front door, he's not checking the house to see if I'm in my room or not." Adrien explains.

"Wait, so does that mean that..." Marinette starts.

"I purposely invited you to come here after defeating the akuma so that we could spend some time alone together without any interruptions. Like a..." Adrien adds.

"A date?" Marinette asks, her cheeks heating up.

Adrien places his hand on the back of his head and scratches it while his cheeks reddened and he smiled at the floor

"Yeah. I guess so." He says.

Marinette giggles and so does he.

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"Dark wings fall." Hawkmoth says with a sigh as he de-transforms.

"You were very close that time Master." Nooroo says, trying to cheer up the depressed Gabriel.

"Yes but I'm never close enough!" Gabriel exclaims.

"That battle took them so long, I was sure that I had them pinned this time by creating a ghost villain that they couldn't even touch but, just like always, in the end I failed again." He says through gritted teeth as his elevator took him down.

He reappeared in his office in front of Nathalie. She wore an apologetic look on her face, knowing well that Gabriel was upset because he had failed to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir once more.

"You were so close this time Sir. It wasn't very easy for them to defeat this villain-" Nathalie says until Gabriel cuts her off.

"Specter wouldn't have been defeated at all if that damn movie about people who fight ghosts with high-tech reactors strapped to their backs that shoot ion beams didn't exist then maybe Ladybug's lucky charm wouldn't have given her one to hold Specter in place while Cat Noir destroyed the brooch I akumatized!" Gabriel rants in frustration.

"I wonder why Emilie ever cared for that movie so much anyway. The whole concept was ridiculous, and the science was merely theoretical at best." He continues before sighing and placing his hand over his forehead.

"But I suppose it makes sense that a movie about ghosts would haunt me like that. I can even hear the theme song in my head as it's being pulled out of my long-term memory." Gabriel groans.

"Uh, I don't think it's in your head Sir. I can hear it too" Nathalie says and looks towards the large double doors next to them that lead into the foyer.

Gabriel turns to her and arches one of his eyebrows. Then he looks in the direction of the doors and frowns, knowing that there was only one place in the house where that noise would be coming from.

"I can't believe you know about this movie Tikki." Adrien says.

"I've been around for a very long time Adrien, Plagg too. I remember one time Wayzz brought an action figure of one of the characters from the movie into the Miracle Box for us to play with. He explained the plot of the movie he saw with Master Fu too, so that's how I know about it. But I've never seen it before!" Tikki explains.

"Yeah, actually watching it is definitely better than watching Wayzz horribly try to act it out for us." Plagg says and Tikki frowns at him for being rude.

Marinette cuddles closer into Adrien's side and laid her head down on his chest.

Adrien smiles at her and lays his head on top of hers, only to pick it back up as the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs startles him.

Marinette hears it too and she quickly scrambles away from Adrien, only to clumsily fall off of the bed as soon as the door opens and she's looking at Gabriel and Nathalie upside down, staring at her in surprise that quickly turns to disapproval. She gives them a big nervous grin, and Adrien did the same.

"F-father, what are you doing here? I uh, thought you were away tonight?" Adrien asks.

"I was, but then when I arrived there I discovered that the conference had been canceled at the last minute due to the host having to deal with some personal matters." Gabriel explains then looks from Adrien down to Marinette and squints.

"Now, I believe the more important question is why instead of studying have you decided to watch a mediocre film with a girl, alone in your room together, and how did she even get in here without Nathalie and your bodyguard's permission!" Gabriel sternly questions his son.

"You already know why." Adrien says and sighs.

"I wanted to spend time with my friends. But you never let me."

"So you decided to go behind my back and sneak a girl into your room? That's highly immature of you Adrien, I never would have expected you to stoop to something so low. And I'm sure this young lady's parents wouldn't be very pleased either to learn that their daughter was in a room alone with a boy unsupervised." Gabriel says.

Marinette quickly sat upright and Adrien froze in his seat.

"Oh no! It wasn't anything like that Mr. Agreste!" Marinette quickly explains.

"I don't care what you say." Gabriel tells her sternly.

Marinette gulped in fear when his steely gaze focused on her.

"No one aside from you or Adrien were in here to see what was going on, therefore I cannot be sure that what you are telling me is the truth, and if you're the kind of girl that sneaks into people's homes then you're not exactly showing me that you have a good conscience, so most likely you are lying and I am to assume the worst." Gabriel says.

"She's telling the truth father!" Adrien says and gets off of the bed to stand in front of Marinette.

"Marinette has the best conscience, she's always putting others before herself. I'm the one who snuck her in here, it was all my fault not hers." Adrien says.

Marinette's lips curved downward as Adrien took the blame for her.

"Well I won't deny that that could be true, but nevertheless there is evidence to suggest that she's corrupting you. So I forbid you from seeing her outside of school ever again." Gabriel declares.

"What!?" Marinette and Adrien exclaim.

Marinette stood up and Nathalie stepped forward to lead Marinette out.

Adrien frowns and steps to the side to stand in-between her and Nathalie.

"Father, please." Adrien pleads, tears starting to form in his eyes.

But Gabriel remains stoic and Marinette gives Adrien's hand a squeeze.

"I'll see you in school Adrien." She says and gives him a small smile before leaving with Nathalie.

Once Marinette was gone, Adrien frowned at his father and clenched his fists.

The action surprised Gabriel, but also gave him an idea as he sensed the growing anger in his son. So he turned and left without saying another word to him, just to fuel that rage even more.

Adrien picked up a pillow that fell on the ground and tossed it angrily onto the bed before flopping down on it and frowning.

"Be careful Adrien, you don't want to get mad! Hawkmoth could akumatize you if he senses your anger!" Plagg exclaims.

"I know Plagg." Adrien says and takes a deep breath.

"But I can't help but feel like this is so unfair! It's bad enough he keeps me away from my friends, but now I can't even see Marinette, the love of my life!" Adrien exclaims and shoves his face in his pillow.

"Yeah you're right. Being you really sucks sometimes." Plagg says.

"Yeah..." Adrien says.

He lifts his face out of his pillow and smiles at Plagg.

"But when that happens, I can turn into somebody else." Adrien says with a smirk.

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"Don't be so down Marinette." Tikki says.

"You can still see Adrien in school."

"Yeah I know but it's not the same." Marinette says.

She lets her hair down and hugs her knees to her chest as she looks out over the city lights from her chair on her balcony.

"It's better than nothing but at school it's complicated. We never get to be alone either because our friends are with us or because girls like Lila and Chloe are trying to break us apart." Marinette reminds her.

"And now I've blown my chance to ever hang out with Adrien alone again."

"Are you sure about that bugaboo?"

Marinette gasps and she quickly turns her head towards her roof and sees Cat Noir perched there.

"What are you doing here!" She shouts.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks and jumps down and lands in front of her.

"I've come to spend some quality time with my girlfriend on this beautiful Parisian night."

He leans in to kiss her and she pushes him back.

"I mean what are you doing out here with me! Your father said you weren't allowed to see me anymore outside of school! If he finds out that you snuck out here to visit me he might try to pull you out of school!" Marinette exclaims.

"You're forgetting something m'lady." Cat Noir says with a chuckle and swipes his finger under her chin.

"Gabriel Agreste forbade Adrien Agreste from seeing you outside of school. He didn't forbid Cat Noir from coming to see you though."

Marinette smiles and lets out the breath she was holding.

"You can come up with any loophole to break a rule can't you?" Marinette asks.

"Rules were made to be broken. Especially when they keep me from m'lady." He says and pulls her into a hug.

They kiss for a little bit before pulling apart.

"Alright, then I guess there's nothing wrong with this." Marinette says.

"That's my girl!" Cat Noir says and gives her a big kiss on her cheek.

"Now do you have any more of those danishes by any chance?"

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"This couldn't have been more perfect!" Hawkmoth says in his lair.

"Cat Noir and Ladybug are probably still recovering from my previous akuma, and now I can create another from my son's anger to beat them while they're down and finally capture their miraculous! Wait...what?"

His smile fell.

"No, it can't be."

Nathalie looked up from her desk when Gabriel came out of his elevator.

"What happened? Is something wrong?" She asks.

"Yes. My son's anger is completely gone!" Gabriel says as he storms out of the doors and makes his way towards his son's room.

He opens the door and looks around. Both he and Nathalie look up and see the window is open again.

"It would appear he's snuck out again." Nathalie says.

"Yes. But thankfully we know where he's gone." Gabriel adds.

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"How do I look? Romantic?" Cat Noir asks as he lays on his side on the railing of the balcony, propping his head up on his hand with his arm and leg bent while holding a rose and putting it back in his mouth.

"I guess you could say that." Marinette giggles before continuing to sketch him.

"I'm amazed you can even balance on that small railing like this. And for this long!"

"I've got cat-like reflexes, I can balance on anything for as long as I want. Nothing's gonna knock me off of this railing bugaboo." Cat Noir says confidently.

"Marinette!" Her mother calls from her bedroom.

Cat Noir gasps and falls off over the edge just as Sabine opened up the hatch door.

"Oh did I startle you sweetie?" She asks.

"Uh, yeah." Marinette says with a forced grin.

She hoped Cat Noir was okay.

"What's up?" She asks.

"Someone's here to see you." Sabine says.

Marinette looked worried when she noticed her mother didn't seem too enthusiastic about the visitor. She came downstairs with her mother into her bedroom and her heart seized in her chest when she saw Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie, and The Gorilla in her bedroom.

"What are you guys doing here?" Marinette asks softly.

"Don't act so innocent. You know why we're here." Gabriel says.

Cat Noir hung onto the window that he grabbed onto during his fall. He looked in it and gasped when he saw who was in Marinette's room.

"Adrien isn't here I swear!" Marinette pleads.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Gabriel asks.

"Because the only way into this building is through the bakery." Tom says.

"My wife and I have been there all night. We would have seen your son come in with her but she came in alone."

"And you're sure there's no other way he could get in?" Gabriel asks.

"Not unless he dropped down from the roof." Tom says.

Suddenly someone jumped in from the hatch door and everyone screamed, that is until they saw who it was.

"Cat Noir!" Nathalie exclaims.

"Yo! I heard some arguing going on while I was patrolling outside. What seems to be the problem here tonight folks?" He asks.

"U-uh." Everyone collectively stutters as they were still shocked by the sudden appearance of the hero.

"Cat Noir thank goodness you're here!" Marinette says, knowing she should play along.

"This man's son has gone missing. Have you seen him anywhere?"

"Hmm, maybe. What does this son of yours look like?" Cat Noir asks.

"You already know. You must have seen him on billboards." Gabriel says tentatively, still a bit shocked by the whole situation.

"His name is Adrien Agreste."

"Oh him!" Cat Noir says.

"I just saw him by the Eiffel Tower a few minutes ago. He might still be there, if you hurry over you'll probably catch him."

"You're right, we should probably get going." Gabriel says and the three of them go to leave.

Gabriel takes one last look at Cat Noir before shutting the hatch door.

"Thank you so much Cat Noir!" Sabine exclaims.

"Yes, we were so lucky that you happened to be walking by when Mr. Agreste came over. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't come in and defended our Marinette." Tom says.

"Your daughter has good character and she's pure of heart. It would break my heart if someone thought otherwise." Cat Noir explains.

Then his ring started to beep.

"Well, I have to go now, it was nice seeing you all again!" He says and leaves out of the hatch.

Marinette went outside and watched as Cat Noir hopped from building to building as he made his way to the Eiffel Tower where his father was heading. She smiled, knowing that no matter what, nothing would ever be able to keep them apart forever. Their friendship always helped them rise above evil as Ladybug and Cat Noir, and now their love would triumph over it for good.

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A/N: What did you think? Please give me comments and feedback if you want me to keep writing stories like this!

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #marichat #mlb love square #ladynoir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #sabine cheng #tom dupain #plagg #tikki #fluff

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rantshemlock · 6 years ago

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It: Chapter 2

It: Chapter 2 is an almost three hour movie in which just about nothing of value happens

this review contains implied spoilers for the movie! if that bothers you, don’t read ahead.

It (2017) had some incredible setpieces with brilliant monster designs and fantastic practical effects, bolstered by a couple of excellent performances from the show-stealing Finn Wolfhard and Jack Dylan Grazer, along with an outstanding performance by Bill Skarsgard as Pennywise. this, and the simplicity of the plot, make up for the fact that the character writing was often shallow and the dialogue laden with exposition.

It: Chapter 2 has almost all of those qualities, but also one major flaw: it's a bad movie.

there’s a lot to unpack when it comes to why exactly It 2 is such an extreme drop in quality to the first movie; the biggest is the story, which is a mish-mash of new footage of the child actors and the characters as adults, and is probably the biggest pisstake in film history in terms how much of an extreme waste of time it is. for a film to so thoroughly enforce the idea that the characters’ actions are pointless and serve nothing is unbelievable. as a movie that should be a triumphant ending to the saga, we’re given what is explicitly told to us to be pointless.

It 2′s sin is that it doesn’t build up to anything. not storybeats, not relationships, often not even scares. things are laughably obviously telegraphed, even more so than It 2017′s often heavy-handed exposition. the movie wants us to care about the characters because of their past together, but rather than building off the first film’s two hours of story it instead patches in new settings and scenes that no viewer has any attachment to.

“remember the club house? you love the club house!” the film says, showing us to a set we’ve never seen before and have no reason to care about other than it dictates we have to now care about it. the first movie was incredibly well received and is now beloved, it has more than enough emotional moments to build off of, but the film rejects all that in favour of bringing up new ideas, new concepts that hardly get built upon. it demands you care, but doesn’t earn that compassion or attention.

unresolved issues is the name of the game in this movie; characters are constantly shown to have problems, huge, serious problems. Beverly is being abused by her husband, something we’re shown in overly graphic detail. Mike is suffering from untold trauma from standing vigil over Derry for years. Bill is fucking up his movie and his relationship with his wife. Richie is living a lie, deep within the closet. what’s most egregious is not just that these issues don’t get resolved, but that they never get addressed.

we are meant to believe that these characters care about each other, care deeply, have a connection that would drive them to die for each other, but no one notices that Bev is covered with bruises and is desperately avoiding home. no one questions Mike’s erratic, terrified behaviour. Bill forgets his wife exists. as i watched the movie i found myself asking, if Ben loves Beverly so much, why can’t he see her pain?

in the first movie, the characters’ issues were deeply entrenched in their psyche, were part of what Pennywise used to manipulate and attack them. in this movie, they haven’t moved on from their childhood issues and their adult issues are merely tacked on, lip service to the idea that they have grown up but a refusal to actually spend time examining what their issues as adults are. all the characters are suffering in some way, but they never share these things. for all their love and trust, they never developed past their childhood and they never learned how to be adults. their arcs from the first movie are reset completely; their development in that film never happened. for how little that film ties into this one and how much this one wants to retell history with new content, it might as well not have existed at all.

if It: Chapter 2 lacks anything, it’s tact. it’s carelessly violent and shallow, throwing around horrifying concepts and spending no time to flesh them out. while the idea in the book that Pennywise’s presence leads to more violence, abuse and bigotry deserves criticism, this film manages to do an even worse job. what in the book might be questionable and in need of updating becomes uncomfortable and thoughtless in the movie. the gay hate crime at the film is one of the most prominent examples; always a horrifying thing to read in the movie it serves even less purpose, exposes even less about the town, adds nothing, means nothing. goes nowhere.

let’s talk about being gay. let’s talk about Richie.

here’s a fun fact; discounting Nightmare on Elm Street 2 (as painful as it is for me to say this, as someone who fucking adores that movie) It: Chapter 2 is the first horror movie in a big franchise to have a gay hero, unless there’s some information i really badly need to be updated on. making Richie gay was a good move, and i think Richie was the perfect character to pick for it. he’s by far one of the two most likeable characters in the film, the most memorable, gets the best moments and the best lines.

but the conclusion the film gives him, combined with the hate crime earlier in the movie, after he spends the entire film in the closet letting no one know he is suffering, is that he will never be happy. he can’t open up to anyone about what he’s feeling; he never tells any of the others, even Eddie, the character strongly implied to be the love of his life. while Ben and Beverly are given one of the best and most visually striking setpieces of the film to reunite in, there is no such moment for Eddie and Richie. there is no catharsis for either of them.

while making Richie gay was an excellent idea, to try and throw a bone to us starving gays to have someone to cling to, but the ending of the movie left me feeling completely hollow. i did not want my takeaway from his character to be that he is traumatised beyond the point of any healing.

the politics of gay representation in this movie are bad, and so is race.

Stephen King is a writer with a dirty reputation for his habit of using “native americans” as shorthand for something magic and not understandable, and this film manages to not only dig up the few traces of this from the book but also make it worse, turning the ritual of chud (something that the book implied only worked because the characters believed in it and had no tie to native americans) into the act of ignorant, misinformed indigenous people who get not a single line to explain or defend themselves but are only allowed to be set dressing to later be ridiculed and demonised.

Mike, the sole black character of the movie, is served horribly in this film. while in the novel he was one of the most important characters, a thoughtful librarian and historian carefully gathering the history of Derry to research the truth of It’s influence, he was given no screen time in the first movie and in this one is the detested outsider of the group. he is pushed into the position of mentor and guide, rather than friend, and comes across almost like the old stereotype of the magical black character, someone who is only there to provide guidance to the white leads through insight he mysteriously and magically possesses. the film stripped away his position as historian and researcher from the first movie and now scrambles to make up for that, leaving him without the history and characterisation to allow us to understand who and why he is.

on top of this, despite the enormity of his sacrifice to stay in Derry and the clear mental strain it’s put him through -- Isaiah Mustafa gives Mike more depth and thought than anyone else did and brings in his performance layers of subtlety this film doesn’t deserve -- the other characters are mocking and derisive of his attempts, don’t trust him and accuse him repeatedly of lying to and betraying them. these moments go nowhere, also. he is always immediately ‘forgiven’ without any thought as to his own suffering or the continual selflessness of his actions. he’s the thoughtless punchbag to a film in which the character continually martyrs himself for the comfort of others.

he isn’t even given the dignity of being called the leader of the group, despite doing everything for them and coming up with every idea. for some reason, the leader is nominated as Bill, despite James McAvoy’s performance being lackluster to the point of fading into the background entirely and the character of Bill doing next to nothing in the film at all.

but again -- the characters in It are not allowed to care about each other’s pain and suffering outside of a few moments. they come with their mental turmoil and they are either completely cured of it or allowed to remain in it, unmentioned again.

there’s not a bad actor in this -- James Ransone is astonishingly good, pitch-perfectly recreating Jack Dylan Grazer’s every mannerism, Bill Hader is both funny and heart-rendering when needed, Isaiah Mustafa moves mountains to make the script give him some depth, and Bill Skarsgard is again incredible as Pennywise -- but there’s also not an actor who isn’t horribly, horribly maligned by the script. Jessica Chastain, an actress of tremendous power and presence, is given next to nothing to do or say. more thought and care is given to Stephen King’s cameo as a shop owner than the role of Henry Bowers.

the film has its moments. Richie and Eddie are a delight, and the monster design and practical effects are again top of the line. it’s just a painful shame that so much talent and craft, the skills of the incredible artists and designers, the hard work of the enthusiastic and engaged cast and the intricacy of the sets are wasted on a movie that has no direction, no idea where it’s going and no point to make about anything.

also, it’s pretty fucking galling for a movie to continually make jokes about how despised a writer’s endings are only for it to take the far better ending of the book and discard it for something so ridiculous it was a strain not to laugh in the theatre.

It: Chapter 2 has no reason to be as bad as it is, but all the goodwill in the world can’t save a story this fragile, this pointless, and that refuses to engage with any of the subject it brings up to this degree. It wants us to take it very seriously indeed, but there’s nothing here to latch onto; this movie is someone screaming ‘oh the horror’ in a beautiful room filled with set dressings that crumble to ash.

#rantsfilmwatch #my writing #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #justice for richie :(

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readyourimgaines · 6 years ago

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Chapter Two: One Step at a Time

Another shout out to @thatbarricade for continuing to Beta Read and help with hcs and such to be added in as I go. -Freddie

Combeferre knocked on the door of Enjolras’ parents. A blonde woman opened it; the three young men could see where Enjolras got his looks from.

“I’m not buying anything.” She went to close the door but Courfeyrac caught the handle and held it open.

“Good, ‘cause we’re not selling anything,” Grantaire said. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“What?” The woman’s eyes widened.

“Ma’am, we’re friends of your son, Julien. We came to get the rest of his things. I’m sure you don’t care too much, but he’s safe and cared for.” Ferre explained.

“I’m Combeferre, this is Courfeyrac and Grantaire.”

“He’s alright?” The woman covered her mouth with her hand.

“Perfectly. He’s staying with me and my boyfriend.” Ferre nodded. “We won’t be here long, don’t worry.” Ferre lead the other two into the house and up the stairs, Enjolras’ mother running after them.

“I’ll help you pack his things.” She pointed them in the direction of her son’s room.

“Why?” R questioned. “You didn’t stop anything that happened last night.”

The woman didn’t have an answer for that. She wasn’t about to admit to these strange young men that she was often intimidated by her husband and that she adored her son’s bravery to stand up to him and for what he believed in.

“He’s still my son.” She settled with after a moment. “No matter who he loves.”

R looked at the woman and shook his head, going to help Courf pack Enjolras’ books while Ferre packed his clothes into a duffle bag and suitcase he found in the closet.

Mrs. Enjolras left the room for a few seconds to get a box in which she put picture frames and little knick-knacks he had kept around the room.

“Woah. Who’s that?” R motioned to a picture of a young person with dark hair that reached their chin. Ferre looked over R’s shoulder and chuckled.

“Our friend Jehan. Enj took a photography class last year and Jehan modelled for him.”

“Is Jehan a girl or a guy?” R had to ask.

“They’re non-binary, actually. I don’t know what their sex is… Enj might. He’s known them longer than I have.”

“Books are set,” Courf said simply. He picked up the box.

“I’m gonna run these to R’s truck.” Grantaire followed behind him.

Mrs. Enjolras took down three little cloth flags held to the wall with push-pins. One was an American flag, which she assumed he got at a Fourth of July parade; another was rainbow, the last was striped yellow, white, purple, and black.

“What are these flags?” she asked.

“The rainbow one is the gay pride flag and the other one’s nonbinary pride for Jehan,” Ferre stated. He closed the last dresser drawer and looked at the woman.

“We live at 229 White Street. You can come to see him if you want to, but if your husband comes and tries to touch him… We’ve got friends that don’t want to see someone else fall subject to a hate crime.” Ferre paused. “If he wasn’t 17, I’d call the cops and report your husband, Mrs. Enjolras. Wait at least a week if you decide to come. He’s still calming down from everything.”

“Thank you. For what you’re doing.”

“It’s nothing an older brother wouldn’t do.” Ferre slug the duffle bag over his shoulder and picked up the suitcase.“I hope to see you soon, Mrs. Enjolras.” He took the box from her hands and headed out to the truck where the other two were waiting.

Once she heard the front door close, she sat on her son’s old bed, picked up one of his pillows, and breathed in the faint scent of her son’s shampoo as she cried.

*****

Enjolras sat on his new bed in Ferre and Courf’s rented house with his arms wrapped around his knees as he rocked back and forth, trying to even his breathing. He still couldn’t breathe properly. The front door opened, closed, and his breathing only got worse.

“Enj?” Courf called.

Enjolras took deep breaths through his nose and exhaled through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down, but it only had the reverse effect.

“Julien?” Ferre tried. He walked to Enjolras’ new room and could hear the laboured breathing through the door. He opened the door just enough for him to get through and closed it behind him, going straight to the bed. He sat next to Enjolras and took one of his clammy hands, pressing it to his own heart.

“You’ve got to follow my breathing, alright? In and out. Slow and easy. In for four seconds, hold for seven, and release over eight.” Ferre explained gently, his voice was just loud enough to be heard over the younger’s fast, panicked breathing.

It took a few tries, but Enjolras was able to match his best friend’s breathing and slowly the dizziness went away, although the light-headedness lingered. He wanted to stop the panic attack before they got home so he wasn’t adding to the worry that he knew Ferre was already going through.

Combeferre pulled Enjolras into a hug as his breathing finished levelling out. “You’re alright. We got your stuff from your parents and you can arrange the room how you want. Courfeyrac and Grantaire are working on lunch so there’ll be food in a little bit.”

Enjolras nodded, even though most of the information was more or less passing through one ear and right out the other without really being helpful. Ferre figured this was the case and just squeezed his little brother a bit tighter and pressed a kiss to hair, a hand rubbing his back lightly.

“Panic attacks are hell; I know.” Ferre continued to rub Enjolras’ back.

“How about we ask R to spend the night see about a movie night? You haven’t seen The Two Towers until you’ve seen it with ‘Taire, and he’s doing his Treebeard impression along with the movie.” That got a chuckle from the blonde, and Combeferre grinned.

*****

“Hobbits? Never heard of a Hobbit before. Sounds like Orc mischief to me.” Grantaire’s voice was two octaves deeper than normal, and Enjolras found himself wondering how it didn’t hurt his vocal cords.

“They come with fire! They come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!”

Enjolras could no longer hold in his laughter as it bubbled up from his throat. The sound made Grantaire and Ferre grin at each other. Courf was half paying attention and was on his phone. R had tried to snatch it on a few occasions but had yet to be successful.

“How many times have you seen this movie?” Enjolras asked, still laughing.

“Too many,” Courf groaned. “In high school, every sleepover, every birthday party, we watched this. Rarely one of the other two. Just The Two Towers.”

“You also don’t want to know how many times I’ve read the books.” Grantaire chuckled.

“By the way, if none of you know what to get me for my birthday I’ve read my giant anthology to death, so a new copy would be greatly appreciated.”

“I hardly ever watched these. I was only allowed to at Jehan’s,” Enjolras admitted. So that explained why his eyes were glued to the TV.

“Your parents didn’t let you watch them?” Courf’s voice was flooded with confusion.

“No. My parents are devout Roman Catholics. They filtered what I watched and read more closer than Russia. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, those books about the kids that find the magical land in the clo-”

“The Chronicles of Narnia?” Grantaire stopped Enjolras short. “Your parents didn’t let your watch or read The Chronicles of Narnia?”

“No.”

“And I thought my parents were fucked up.” R stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen to get more soda for the group.

“Oh, yours are,” Ferre laughed. “Yours were too lenient.”

“What are you talking about? I learned a lot on their unlocked computer,” he laughed. “I shouldn’t be laughing about this. Enjolras, I'm a deeply troubled man.”

“It’s the demon possessing you and making you gay.” Enjolras waved a dismissive hand and got a laugh from each of the three men.

“Oh! Ferre, I was texting Jehan earlier and they said they’ll help me look for work.”

“Shit. You’re looking for a job?” Grantaire asked when he came back into the room, handing each of his friends a can of soda.

“I got a place. Hold on.“ He dug his hand into his jeans pocket to retrieve his phone; his fingers became a blur, and Enjolras wondered how anyone could form a coherent sentence typing that fast.

“Where?” Ferre furrowed his brow.

“I don’t wanna jinx it. Just gimme a sec.” It was closer to a minute, but R’s phone eventually went off.

“You’re 18 next month, right?”

“Yeah…” Enjolras looked between Ferre and Grantaire.

“Worked. You know where the Café Musain is?” Grantaire asked.

“No.”

“I’ll show you tomorrow. You’ve got a job as a barista. Pick a shift and you’re good. Noon to five, one to six, or three to eight.”

“One to six, I guess?” Enjolras was just as confused as Ferre and Courf were.

“How did you pull this?” Courf asked for the rest of them.

“So, I’ve got this friend- Eponine- and she works there, but is also really good friends with the owners so she’s more or less in charge of hiring people. Told her Enj was looking for a job, they’ve been trying to replace a guy that left for the summer, and here we are.”

“Uh, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. You’re gonna love the place. The atmosphere is amazing, the workers are nice. It’s technically on the college compass so it’s really fucking diverse. You should take your friend Jehan some time.”

“I’ll talk to them about it after my shift tomorrow.”

“I still can’t believe that you haven’t seen the Chronicles.” Courf shifted and leaned against Ferre.

“We should start tomorrow with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I don’t work till three, so…”

“I’m starting at one, apparently,” Enjolras reminded.

“So we watch the first two movies then R can get you to work!” Courf clapped his hands together, clearly not take no for an answer.

*****

“It’s 20 to eleven. Nothing’s going to be open.” Enjolras adjusted how he was sitting.

“There’s Walmart like five miles away.”

“Oh dear god.” Ferre leaned forward and hid his face in his hands.

“There’s no way I’m going to Walmart. For one thing, it’s a soul-sucking, sold out corporation. Second of all, the workers are extremely underpaid for how much they work; I’ve read they hardly even get holiday bonuses.

“That’s not even touching on the lack of hygiene in the entire store- sealed food included. Jehan bought a bag of rice from there once. There were ants in the bag, and the-the ignoramuses wouldn’t let them return it. I mean, you can’t even be angry at the workers because people in polos are just working for soulless idiots in suits.”

Grantaire blinked. “Well shit. Fine.” He put on the turn indicator and pulled up to a drive-through. He rattled off his, Ferre’s, and Courf’s usual orders with a pout and let Enj say his before driving to the pick-up window. Courf sat in the back seat of the truck next to Enj and was trying not to laugh at the annoyed look on Ferre’s face and the slightly proud look Enjolras wore.

“So you’re okay with Dairy Queen but won’t set foot in a Walmart?”

“I have...fewer problems with Dairy Queen, yes.”

“Noted.” Grantaire nodded. Ferre leaned over, hid his mouth behind his hand.

“Never mention StarBucks,” Ferre whispered in R’s ear. The darker-haired young man just laughed.

When the Dairy Queen worker appeared in the window with their order, R handed her his debit card. Once everything was paid for, he handed the ice creams out.

“I can pay you ba-”

“Don’t even worry about it.” R pulled back onto the street, his Blizzard in the cupholder. “I wanted ice cream, my treat.”

*****

Back at the apartment, Courf fell asleep half an hour into The Return of the King and Grantaire wasn’t far behind. Enjolras and Combeferre were still awake when Pippin took the palantír from a sleeping Gandalf.

“How are you holding up, Enj?” Ferre’s question was whispered so he wouldn’t wake the other two.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It might help.”

“Maybe. I just-just I don’t know. I mean...it was the family game night they push every Friday and...and Rene was losing and said it was ‘gay.’ I told him he shouldn’t use the word like that because some people find offensive.

“He said there wasn’t anyone in the house that should be offended by it and I was dumb enough to say I was. I was so tired of hearing him say things were gay, or faggy, and it just went on and on and I couldn’t listen to it anymore. So he knocked me out of my chair, punched me, and said I had ten minutes to leave the house.”

Combeferre didn’t know what to say. He just stared at Enjolras and the younger shifted, uneasy under his gaze. “I know there’s not much to say, but I do want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go or who else to call and this isn’t your job. I shouldn’t have put this much pressure on you and Courfeyrac. I’m sorry.” He quickly wiped his eyes as he felt tears forming again.

“And I should stop crying. I don’t think I’ve ever cried this much.”

Combeferre hugged Enjolras, more or less pulling the blonde to sit in his lap. “I know I speak for both Courfeyrac and me when I say that you aren’t a burden, stress, pressure, whatever you want to call it. I care about you, Courf already does. Hell, even Grantaire likes you and he’s the most cynical person I’ve ever met, so that’s saying something.

“I promise you’re safe and welcomed here. And you didn’t even have to ask me before you invite Jehan over.” That brought a giggle from Enjolras. “You’re safe here, and I’ll keep reminding you as often as I have to for it to get through this thick skull of yours.”

Combeferre ruffled Enjolras’s hair again and pressed a kiss to the top of the blonde locks. “Get some sleep, my friend. Things are going to be just fine.”

#snafu and freddie's imagine shoppe #read your imagines #courfeyrac #combeferre #enjolras #grantaire #eponine #les mis #les amis #modern les amis

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iminyourhandskara · 6 years ago

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A Second Schott At Love - Chapter 2.

It seemed like Friday night couldn’t come soon enough, for both the couples: Kara and Mon-El had a really good feeling about it, while Eve and Winn were a bundle of nerves. Winn kept texting his friend asking for an opinion on which flannel shirt he was supposed to wear, meanwhile Eve begged Kara to go shopping with her, she wanted to look her best, even if Kara repeatedly told her that her usual style would be perfect for the date, she didn’t need new clothes. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything about Winn?” “I want you to find out yourself at the date, directly. And I don’t want you to run out of questions, you’re welcome.” “I hate you for being so right.” Kara smirked, as they walked to another shop, looking for a blouse that matched her pencil skirt: Eve was lucky that her style was so similar to her friend’s.

“Can you tell me more about Eve?” “I really don’t know what to tell you, since our only date was ruined by yours truly by talking only about..” “About?” “Uhm, listen, I need to tell you something, but promise me you won’t tell anyone yet.” “Of course, I promise.” “Well..Kara and I are dating.” Winn gasped, “Since when?” “Valentine’s day, more or less.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “What?” Mon-El cringed thinking he had hurt his friend’s feelings in some way. “I owe Alex 30 dollars, I told her you would get together after Valentine’s day. She bet that you would get together on Valentine’s day..” “Okay, wow. But Kara hasn’t told Alex yet, so you can spend that money on the date first.” “So..you blew your date with Eve because you couldn’t stop talking about Kara? How does she not hate you both?” Mon-El chuckled, “I don’t know, but that surely means that she has a big heart and doesn’t hold grudges, she’s very supportive.” “I feel a little less nervous now..If she met the me from last year, things would’ve gone in the exact same way. Don’t worry, I’m over her! Anyway, I’m really happy for you both, truly.” Winn put his hands on Mon-El’s shoulders, then he hugged him. “Thank you so much, I hope you find the same happiness I have found with Kara.” “Fingers crossed.”

It was finally time to go at the restaurant, Kara and Mike planned to go a little earlier than Winn and Eve, but obviously, they couldn’t let themselves be recognized by their friends: they “borrowed” a short red wig and fake moustaches from the DEO and prayed they looked somewhat believable. Winn arrived perfectly on time, he seemed pretty nervous for this date; Eve got there just a few minutes later: “It’s showtime!” Kara whispered to Mon-El from the nearby table.

“Hey, I’m Winn, you must be Eve, right?” ‘Why am I even saying this, I know it is her!’ he thought. ”It’s great to finally meet you, Winn.” They shook hands. “You look really, really pretty.” “Oh, thank you so much.” Eve blushed so hard, as if she’d never gotten a compliment before. Winn walked her to the table and moved her chair to let her sit, “Thank you.”

“So, have you ever eaten here?” “No, no, it’s my first time here..in a place like this.” Winn confessed. “I read the food is delicious: you know, I always try to check reviews before I go somewhere new, not that I don’t trust Kara—“ “No, I totally get it, I do the same thing with books and movies.” “That’s nice, I really enjoy books and movies as well. Especially books, since I also studied literature.” “Right! I forgot you attended Yale, that must’ve been incredible.” Winn’s eyes lit up, he could feel the conversation flowing naturally.

The waiter arrived to take their ordination, but then they picked up right where they left. “Yeah, I’ll admit that was a really challenging part of my life, but I’m really proud of all the amazing things I’ve learned. What about you?”

“Eh, I didn’t have the best family growing up, I was pretty lonely until I moved here from Newark, five years ago. Then you know, I met Kara and James and.. CatCo was pretty fun: I’ve had great moments there, even if Cat didn’t get my name right once.” “Typical Cat Grant.” They laughed together. “I came up with the theory that if she gets a name wrong, it means she actually likes you: she always knew my name perfectly, but she always called Kara “Keira”, and you?..” “Will, I think?” “..so she definitely liked you more than she ever liked me.” “That actually makes a lot of sense, wow. You’re smart. Also in a non-academic-cool kind of way.” “Well..” She tucked a hair strand behind her ear.

Besides them, Kara smiled widely with pride at the match she’d created, “I think they’re getting along really well..” “I think so too..but we’ve finished eating like five minutes ago, shouldn’t we go?” Mon-El feared being caught. “Ugh, just ten more minutes!” “Okay..okay.”

“You mentioned books earlier, and I’m really dying to ask you a question, it’s kind of a deal breaker for me.” “Shoot.” The blonde was curious. “You’ve read Harry Potter, right?” “Oh my gosh, of course! That’s actually where I got this passion for literature.” Winn made an exaggerated sigh of relief, “Good, that’s good. What’s your house?” “If it wasn’t already obvious, Hufflepuff, but with a hint of Slytherin. You?” “Gryffindor! Should I be worried about that ‘hint’?” Eve chuckled, “I don’t think so, but let’s just say you don’t want an enemy like me.” She raised her eyebrow and smirked. “Do you have a favorite Disney movie?” She continued changing the subject. “That’s a terribly difficult question to answer, I think I’m gonna say Aladdin, though.” “Why?” “I don’t know, orphan that has nothing and then has everything, great friendship and love stories, amazing songs I’ll admit I still know by heart..” “Oh, don’t worry I know every Disney song by heart. Everyone.” “And what’s yours?” “Beauty and the Beast: I’ve always seen a little bit of myself in Belle, and God knows how many Gastons I have met in my life..I was also in love with her yellow dress. I hate to say it but I was kinda disappointed by the live action trailer. I still love Emma Watson, though.” “Yeah, same for me..What was your first job? Did Disney or Harry Potter influence you there as well?” “Ha, not at all. I don’t know if you’d count it as a job, but I got my first money from my roommate in college.” “What? How?” “Let’s just say, she’s made a bunch of bad decisions in high school and she’d pay me to cover her Ryan Seacrest tattoo when she had to go out with her boyfriend.” “Wow, and I thought that my Hot Topic experience was odd..” “Yeah, my experience is definitely unique..I really like your shirt, by the way: blue is one of my favorite colors.” “Seriously? Well then, I’m your perfect guy, since 90% of my wardrobe is blue.” Winn didn’t even have the time to cringe at what he said because their food had arrived, so they started eating in a comfortable silence and Eve didn’t seem shaken by his sentence: truth was, Winn and Eve had a lot of spontaneous chemistry and their date was slowly climbing up to be on top of their charts.

“Do you want a dessert?” He asked shyly. “I have a better idea..the food here is delicious, but the portions are kind of..” “Small? Agreed.” “Oh, good. I thought you were gonna think I was an insatiable monster.” Winn chuckled at Eve, “Not at all! So what’s your idea?” “Big Belly Burger?” “Yes, yes-yes-yes-yes! I haven’t been there in a while, actually. Let me go pay.” “No, we can split.” “Nuh-uh. But you can buy me chicken nuggets later.” “..Okay, deal.” Eve finally gave up with a sweet smile.

“Okay, I think we can go now, they’re leaving too.” Kara whispered to Mon-El, “I think they had a nice time.” He replied. “Yeah, I think so too: I can’t wait to hear their point of view tomorrow.” She let out a little squeal and Mon-El shook his head at the adorable dork that he was lucky enough to call girlfriend. A few minutes apart, the two couples left the restaurant; one was headed home, the other wasn’t.

Winn sneaked a few looks at Eve as she looked outside her window, observing the life around them, the atmosphere of a Friday night in National City: she was really beautiful, her smile was so contagious and she made him feel good like he hadn’t felt in years. Suddenly, Eve turned around and caught Winn staring, but he immediately looked back at the road, embarrassed, though it was too late now to be unnoticed: however, she didn’t seem to mind at all, on the contrary, she smiled at him before looking outside again. Now, they knew they both felt happy with how the night was proceeding; “we’re here.” Winn parked in the almost deserted lot: they were lucky that the Big Belly Burger was open 24 hours. They took two burgers, fries, the aforementioned chicken nuggets and two milkshakes: apparently, they both loved junk food and they had a lot of appetite, even if it was almost midnight. Eve talked a lot, yet he loved listening to her opinions and thoughts on a lot of things, Winn was absolutely fascinated by this tiny but mighty woman. On the other hand, he made her laugh a lot: she felt like she didn’t have to keep her guards up and she was free to be herself, it was like she had known Winn for years and truthfully, Eve already cared about him very much.

“I have to say it, this has been the most fun date I have ever had, so..thank you.” Winn confessed, as he finished his chocolate milkshake. “Definitely. Even if my stomach will probably hate me for all this food, I had a great night with you.” “I gotta thank Kara and Mike, because they totally made up for the crappy date I’ve had the past weekend.” “Agreed.” All the bad experiences they’ve had in the past were just a blur now, it was just them now, sharing a happy moment that would’ve hopefully turned into something more. “I almost forgot to ask..can I have your number? I..I would really like to hang out again.” He scratched his cheek. “I was just gonna say the same thing, of course.” As Eve typed her number on his phone, Winn had a really wide grin on his face, but he didn’t care at all: he did the same thing and then they walked outside the door.

They almost dreaded the ride back to her place, they didn’t want this night to end, even if it was just the beginning: he turned on the radio, at a low volume, but both of them found themselves humming to the songs. “That’s my building.” Eve pointed, Winn stopped the engine. “Again, thank you so much for everything. You’re a really great guy, Winn.” He wasn’t used to compliments, so he remained speechless for a couple of seconds: “Thank you, Eve. By the way, you’re incredible, I don’t know how anyone could ever screw up a date with you.” There it was, another joke that wasn’t even a joke but made her laugh, always so effortlessly: Eve grabbed Winn’s coat and pulled him to her, catching him by surprise, but in a positive way; he gladly returned the kiss. “Wow.” Was the only thing he managed to say after that. “I..I couldn’t help it.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, before opening the door, “goodnight Winn.” “Goodnight Eve.”

He watched her walk away, and still dumb folded Winn muttered to himself. “Damn, that girl really knows how to make an exit.”

#schottmacher #schottmacher fanfiction #schottmacher ff #eve tessmacher #winn schott jr #karamel fanfiction #karamel ff #karamel fanfic #kara danvers #mike matthews #kara zor-el #mon-el #kara x mon-el #winn x eve #eve x winn #mon-el x kara

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pleasereadmeok · 6 years ago

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“....his 6'2" frame and sea green eyes catapult him into that other plane of existence known as Ridiculously Good-Looking. To call him charming is kind of like saying Heidi Klum has a nice smile.”

“ ....his rarefied magnetism, that room-owning presence,”

“If every woman in America could share a bottle of Italian red and a plate of olives with Goode, he’d be bigger than Clooney. Scratch that—bigger than Brad”. Candice Rainey - Elle.

I HAVE TO AGREE.

Full interview with Matthew from 2008 - which is typically funny and charming - is under here. The end is ADORABLE!

I wanted to meet Matthew Goode at a wine bar. I remembered from an earlier encounter with the 30-year-old British actor that the guy is partial to the grape—not in a let's swirl and sniff while we muse on "the legs" way, but he knew his way around a wine list, confidently pronounced appellations, and is a believer in drinking glasses of it daily, because, you know, it's heart-healthy. His publicist, however, isn't on board. He has a meeting with a director right after. Can I choose a coffee spot? I pick a small Italian joint on New York's Lower East Side where they serve espresso, too.

When Goode slips out of the black sedan that's chauffeuring him around on this Monday afternoon and bounds through the door, he spots me, kisses me on both cheeks, and takes a seat at our small table nuzzled up against a floor-to-ceiling window.

"Right," he says, grinning. "Let's order some wine! And some bread and olives."

What about the thing with the director? Goode flashes me a look: Never mind that.

"Two glasses," He says to the waiter, who's holding a bottle of Pinot Nero, about to pour me one. "And we'll do a bottle of that."

If every woman in America could share a bottle of Italian red and a plate of olives with Goode, he'd be bigger than Clooney. Scratch that—bigger than Brad. He's wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, a black knit beanie, and faded Levis that hang just right off his hip bones. He smokes Marlboros. He quotes Cary Grant and the British columnist Jeffrey Bernard freely but so aptly that it doesn't come off as jerky, just incredibly...cool. "`None of my party drinks singles, they do have some style, you know.' That's one of my favorite lines in that play. I fucking love him," Goode says in his plummy English accent, referring to Keith Waterhouse and his play Jeffrey Bernard Is Unwell.

He tells me I have olive bits stuck in my teeth, and to make me feel like less of an idiot he pulls his cheek open with a hooked finger and shows me a jagged bottom molar that's half missing. "I have horrible teeth. I've been walking around like that for two years, and I still haven't gone to see a dentist about it."

He pops off funny, self-deprecating stories, like the time Emma Thompson told him he had a large Roman nose just like Peter O'Toole's before he got his done, that underline just how normal he is, despite the fact that his 6'2" frame and sea green eyes catapult him into that other plane of existence known as Ridiculously Good-Looking. To call him charming is kind of like saying Heidi Klum has a nice smile.

Of course, because he can't clone himself a million times over and steal wives and girlfriends away for a liquid lunch, the reality is that most women, and moviegoers in general, still don't know who the hell Matthew Goode is—mostly because we've only seen him in a handful of films, some of them uneven oddballs (Imagine Me & You and Copying Beethoven) that haven't exactly sent his career trajectory skyrocketing.

Nonetheless, his rarefied magnetism, that room-owning presence, has managed to seep through all of his work, snapping critics and directors to attention—even as a teen-dream heartthrob in 2004's Chasing Liberty, in which he played a Secret Service agent ordered to protect Mandy Moore, the president's daughter, as she jaunts around Europe. Though not exactly the kind of soul-stirring material for which Goode studied drama at the University of Birmingham ("It is what it is, but without it I wouldn't have been here"), it did lead to a supporting yet crucial role in Woody Allen's Match Point as Scarlett Johansson's fiancé, in which he nearly upstaged his costars.

Last year, Goode made himself unrecognizable in The Lookout, Scott Frank's twisted take on the heist-movie genre. He nailed the character, a diabolical American ex-con who preys upon a brain-injured janitor.

"The Lookout was what made me think, Yeah, he can do it," says 300 director Zack Snyder, who cast Goode as a not-so-straight-ahead villain in his comic-book geek-out Watchmen, due in 2009. "He's really interested in doing the work of acting."

Goode, who lives in London, is in town to promote this month's Brideshead Revisited, based on the 1945 novel by Evelyn Waugh, in which he stars as Charles Ryder, a reserved Englishman who forms an intense bond with an unhinged aristocratic Catholic family. Brideshead is a very British, very layered text, exactly the kind of material that's nearly impossible to jam into a two-hour film. That, compounded by the fact that it was made into a beloved UK miniseries starring Jeremy Irons 27 years ago, makes this production a potential suicide mission.

"I watched Brideshead Revisited," I tell Goode. "That's a complicated film. I'm not sure what my question is."

"What's it about?" Goode smiles and crinkles his brow. "Right."

"It reminds me of..."

"Gay porn?"

We should probably get to that. In the book, Ryder forms a close relationship with his schoolmate Sebastian Flyte (the son in the unhinged Catholic family), and it's unclear whether they are simply tight pals or Waugh meant to imply that they have a physical relationship. In the film, that question is answered—subtly, but answered.

Goode requests that we move outside so we can smoke. I ask him if he's nervous about how the film will be received.

"Every job you do is nerve-racking," he says, taking a drag off his cigarette.

But it feels like he's particularly skittish about this role.

"I'm not very well-known in England, so it's quite interesting that this is a job that will make me a little more known, perhaps. And it can make me more known for not a good reason—as in, they should have never fucking remade it. And that's nerve-racking."

Though he's the kind of actor who pores over script and dialogue (he could write the CliffsNotes for Brideshead at this point), Goode loathes describing his "process." "There's no way you can possibly explain it. And the more you do it, the more you sound like a dick. I don't want to hear, `I bled for you.' It's like, Fuck off."

He'd much rather talk about his girlfriend, Sophie, who lives in New York City but has agreed to move into a flat with Goode in London. He pulls out a billfold wallet with scrap-book-size 4" x 5"'s—Sophie bearing two Big Gulp-size margaritas in Mexico, Sophie satirically striking a voguing pose—all creased and worn around the edges.

Goode has to meet the director soon. We have one last cigarette, finish off our follow-up carafe, and he's off. I get a text five minutes later: "Fuck. I left without putting anything down for the bill. Sorry, even if it's ELLE, I should have got the tip. I'll get the wine in London. Love Goodey." Ladies, meet the next leading man.

#matthew goode #a discovery of witches

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #363

(one more that’s a late upload from way earlier in the day, and i yet again don’t feel like updating the answers)

What brings out the worst in you? When I'm very anxious or having a PTSD episode, I can become very snappy and just not a joy to be around. What all did you eat today? This morning I had oatmeal, I had a rice cake as a snack, and lunch was ham and cheese on a tortilla. Some people were really destructive as a child, were you? No, I was a good kid. Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom. Who was the last person you cried in front of? It was probably Mom. Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? I usually talk about them somewhere, like in surveys if I feel I can't with anyone else. Please be vocal with your feelings. It is so destructive to let them build up. Who was the last person you were with that smelled REALLY good? I'm unsure. Do you know anyone that is gothic? A good number of people, myself included at least in spirit. ;~; I can't really afford good attire, nor do I have the patience for so much makeup maintenance. Have you seen UP? I actually haven't seen the full movie, but I'd like to. How is your mom? Stressed as fuck and tired of everything. What color hair does your mom have? She recently dyed it black. Her hair is growing back totally gray now and she hated it. She's gotten so self-conscious as she's aged. When was the last time you were told you were cute? Idk. Do you feel comfortable getting up and giving speeches? FUCK NO. Have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty? I tried it once and did not get the appeal. Did you have school/class today? No. My school endeavors are done. Do you have any paintings in your room? If so, of what? Yeah, I have my big painting of meerkats grooming above all my 'kat plushies. Have you ever had your photo professionally taken? As a child and by school photographers, anyway. Would you prefer eating jello or pudding? Pudding. After washing your hair, do you put any products in it? No. Last time you ate a salad? Like a week ago when we went to Ichiban for my sister's bday. Do you know how old your house is? No, I don't. Have you ever been described as ”adorable”? Yeah. Have you ever given a lap dance? No. They seem incredibly awkward to me?? Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make mega bucks? No. I can't do a job I hate for anything. I would be so depressed. Are you a moody person? Yes. What are you listening to? I'm watching Gab Smolders' new episode of Resident Evil 8: Village. I'm deadass watching four different LPers play it, I'm only moderately obsessed lmao. What video game could you waste the most time on? WoW, given it has like a zillion different things to do. Yet I still get bored lmao. What is your favorite condiment? Maybe Ketchup? I think I use that for the most things. What is the worst thing that you have ever done? I don't feel like getting into this. How old were you when your parents gave you the "birds and the bees" talk? They didn't; I learned in my school's sex ed in the 5th grade. Have you ever questioned whether or not you'd benefit from therapy? I have benefited from it. What would you like it to say on your gravestone? Hypothetically, idk. But I'd rather be cremated. Would you ever wear real leather or animal fur? NO. Have you ever completely failed a year of school and had to repeat a grade? No. Have you ever been bitten by an animal that wasn't a cat or a dog? Which? I think my old baby iguana bit me once or twice, not that it was very painful at her young age. I can't recall another animal. What type of literature are you most likely to read? (book, magazine, etc) Books. Do you prefer using candles, wax melts, or incense? Incense. Are you someone who actually doesn't have a Facebook? No, I have one. What kind(s) of Facebook groups are you active in, if any? I'm not really *active* in any; I just observe them and interact via "like"s. I'm actually in a whole lot of groups, though. Do you enjoy any herbal or fruit teas? What kinds? Neither. Do you hear any animals right now? No. What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? I know and like a few songs, especially "Dear God." Do you like Batman? Yeah, I like his "refuse to murder" ideology. The only thing is I kinda have a bad connection attached to him, because Batman was Jason's thing. Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yes. Does your house have a fireplace? Yeah actually, but it might be fake? I don't even know lol. Have you ever pet a stingray? No. Have you ever dissected a baby pig in a class at school? Oh my god, no. I literally could never. I did dissect a frog in the 7th grade that wound up to be pregnant, though... I wasn't happy about it, but at the same time it was very interesting. Who is the last baby you held? My niece. Do you like Sunkist? The orange kind is fine, but the STRAWBERRY flavor? Jfc I love that shit. Would you ever consider being a cannibal? UM NO Do you have any scars from an animal? I have a lot of scars on my hands from playing with Roman. I scar extremely easily, so just his little scrapes leave marks. Have you ever seen an Igloo? No. Do you like Korn? Love 'em. How many animals do you have? Really two, but we have three in the house right now. Idk when this dog is going away. Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Tornados. Ever rode in a helicopter? No. Do you like rabbits? Yes, they're adorable. Do you like mushrooms? NO. What was the last movie you cried at? I want to say Logan, but I'm not sure. I watch movies so rarely that I really don't know. Would you rather work for a small or large company? Small. I'd feel more useful. What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? I don't know. Have you ever read the book 13 Reasons Why? Yeah. I thought it was good, but now I don't remember like... anything about it. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had apple and cinnamon oatmeal. How many times have you read your favorite book? Just once. I don't re-read books. Have you ever been on Omegle? No. Are you still in love with one of your exes? "In love," no. Do you think being born was a mistake? Yeesh, no. Has a relative ever been arrested? My psychotic uncle (by marriage) has been. Was it a serious crime? Quite honestly, I don't remember. I just know he's an angry and dangerous motherfucker. Do you think the Fountain of Youth exists? No. How about in a parallel dimension? Doubtful. Do you believe humans are part of a giant alien experiment? I ponder over the possibility of being a research simulation, kind of like a much advanced version of The Sims, but I honestly doubt it. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Was it a passing phase or is it something controlled by medication? Therapy and medication saved me. Is there a holiday you wish no one celebrated? Which is it? Why do you feel that way? Fight me about Christopher Columbus Day. He didn't discover shit. Have you taken any writing classes? How about art? I've taken a writing course in college, and I've taken loads of art classes. What’s your all-time favourite band? How about all-time fave singer? Ozzy Osbourne; Freddie Mercury. What three songs do you want played at your funeral? Why those particular songs? "Like A Woman" by Alice Cooper, "Life Is Beautiful" by Sixx A.M., and "Angels on the Moon" by Thriving Ivory. I just like them and find them suiting. Do you think most mythological creatures exist? No. Have you ever had lice? No. What is one superstition that freaks you out? Why is that? I’m not superstitious. Are either of your parents retired yet and if not, what do they do? No. Dad is a mailman, and while Mom doesn't ~officially~ work yet because she's recovering from intense cancer treatment, she very recently resumed lightly cleaning a church for a small payment. Kinda like a warmup. When did you or do you want to move out of your parents’ house? I wanna move out once I'm in a long-term, stable relationship with someone so we can live together. Me living alone is NOT a good idea. How do you like your current job, or if you’re unemployed, have you been looking for employment? I don't have a job, but when I go to my tattoo appointment, I'm going to ask them if they'd be interested in hiring someone for the front desk. I think it's def something I could do because I love the environment, there's really not that much I need to know (like where the Doritos are, dealing with exact change, answering a dozen unique questions), it's not insanely busy, and the occasional phone call would challenge my anxiety and just be a minor inconvenience to me until I got used to it. My partial hospitalization program really got me wanting to fight back against what gives me anxiety, to truly expose myself to what scares me, while not going totally overboard with it. It was encouraging to hear my therapist there thought it was a magnificent idea for me. I decided I wanted to ask while at the parlor getting work done to show serious interest (like I'm not just some random chick walking in and asking for a job), as well as let the people warm up to me. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much, but damn am I wishing. I want it so badly. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I've never taken shots.

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Untouchable (8/8)

Welp, this is it! This story is officially done. Thanks everyone who’s been following it, I hope you enjoyed it :)

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“Tell me,” she demanded, leaning against the desk in front of him.

He did.

Being their only daughter, Jenny had been the sun and the moon and everything in-between for Sylvia and Greg Campbell. Their golden girl, their whole world. Growing up, she had everything a girl could have – ballet classes, a French tutor, horseback riding lessons, you name it.

Her relationship with Owen had come as a surprise to them. They didn’t mind him, per se, but they also never bothered to hide the fact that they had expected her to do better than him, obviously not thinking they would last, although neither had said a word when Owen and Jenny had announced their engagement. And then he had left for the NAVY, and then Harper had come along, and ultimately, it was Jenny’s parents who had made dealing with a small child while her husband was somewhere across the world possible.

The day Jenny had been diagnosed with cancer, their entire universe fell to pieces.

“I don’t think they ever forgave me for moving her and Harper back here,” Owen breathed out, rubbing his face with his hands. “But my mother is a certified nurse, Claire.” He looked up at her. “What was I supposed to do? Let a realtor and an accountant take charge instead?”

Claire didn’t respond. Obviously, it was something he had asked himself before, the decision not an easy one for either party. She doubted there was a right solution that would have satisfied everyone. There seldom ever was.

“So, what do they want now?” she prompted him.

Owen dropped her gaze, his jaw squared in helpless defeat. “They’re not bad people and they’re not doing this out of spite,” he said in a whoosh of breath. “They adore Harper. But to them, she’s first and foremost Jenny’s child and only then mine, and they believe that they can give her a better home than a single father who is chronically late for everything and who can’t remember the name of his kid’s favourite film.”

Claire’s hands clasped the edge of the desk on either side of her thighs, her heart splintering at the sound of raw panic in his voice, and even more so – at the sight of acceptance of whatever was going to come next on his face. He was so used to dodging blows from life that they no longer came as a surprise, and you could only fight for so long before it got pointless.

“You know it’s not true, Owen.”

“Yeah, well….” He squeezed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I just… I’ve already lost my wife. And then I lost you.” His voice dropped, getting hollower with every syllable. “My daughter is all I have left, and now they want to take her away. I can’t lose her, too, but I don’t know what to do, Claire. I don’t know…”

She pushed away from the desk and sank down next to him. “We’re going to figure it out,” she told him, knowing that she probably didn’t sound as convincing as she wanted to. “You remember Karen, right?”

Owen turned to her, the faintest ghost of a smile flickering for a split second across his face. “Even if I didn’t want to.”

Claire’s own lips curved slightly in response. “She’s a lawyer. We’ll talk to her, see if there’s something--” She cut off, the promises she didn’t know she could keep tasting foul on her tongue. “It’s going to be okay.” Reluctantly, he nodded – more in acknowledgement of her words than in agreement with them, perhaps. Yet, it still made something unravel inside her. And it was only then that it occurred to her to ask, “Where’s Harper now?”

He grimaced a little. “With them. They’re visiting for the weekend.”

Claire’s eyes narrowed. “With them? But don’t you think…”

“That they will simply take off with her?” Owen finished. “No, I don’t think so. I’m her sole legal guardian now, and family or not, if they did that, it’d qualify as kidnapping. A major strike against them if we go to court.”

“Okay, so…” She rubbed her forehead. It was late now, and the long day combined with everything he’d just dumped on her left her mind oddly empty. “We’ll talk to my sister tomorrow,” Claire repeated, then reached over to card her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, not missing the way Owen went completely still under her touch. “How about you stay with me tonight?” she whispered. He nodded slowly. “You’re not alone in this, and you haven’t lost me.”

---

When his in-laws showed up on his doorstep without so much a phone call earlier this afternoon, Owen didn’t think much of it. He’d been married to their daughter for close to a decade, and whatever grudges they might have had about his not being the ‘right match’ for Jenny in the beginning were long forgotten, or so he wanted to believe, rarely ever contemplating this anymore.

He had figured they wanted to visit Jenny’s grave after missing the anniversary because Greg’s elderly mother had a hip replacement surgery scheduled for the same week, and maybe to catch a movie or two with Harper.

After they had broken the news to Owen, the rest of his day had passed in a blur, feeling smudged like a half-erased pencil drawing. As ridiculous as it sounded, he kept wanting to pinch himself in hopes of waking up from what beginning to feel like the worst nightmare he could ever imagine.

With his brain so wired it felt like his skull might explode any moment, he didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep. But when Claire slipped under the covers next to him and he curled around her, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent, his mind went black the moment his head hit the pillow, a tiny bit more in peace than it was in nearly two months since their separation. There was nothing sexual about this, she merely gave him the only sort of comfort she could offer, but even that felt like so much more than Owen could ask for. And so he allowed himself to hold on the only anchor that kept him from being pulled into the open endless sea.

The next morning, he woke up first, barely breathing as he watched her sleep, her hair fanned out over the pillow and her hand tucked under her head. In the early pale light, he traced the line of her nose, counting the freckles on each of her cheeks, his heart aching from missing her, ready to burst from the mixture of affection and jittery nervousness coursing through his veins and pooling in every nook and canny inside him.

You haven’t lost me .

God, this couldn’t be real, could it?

At last, she stirred and blinked her eyes open, smiling when she saw his face next to hers. “Hi,” she murmured.

“Hi,” he breathed out when her hand curled around his lying on the pillow between them and her lips brushed to his fingers.

“I missed you,” Claire whispered.

And at that, he burst out laughing, a heartfelt sound rumbling from deep in his chest, as his arms pulled her toward him.

Not alone.

---

The moment Owen’s in-laws had dropped Harper off at his place, promising him to stay in touch about ‘ that thing’, he scooped her up and drove to Karen’s. Claire was already there, playing catch with Gray in the backyard.

“Honey, why don’t you show Harper your books?” she asked the boy when Owen appeared on the back porch with his daughter in tow.

Gray nodded and squatted down before Harper, motioning for her to hop on, and the girl scrambled eagerly on his back, clutching his shoulders. There was a major worship complex going on her side, and Owen shook his head, amused, as he and Claire watched them disappear in the house.

“So, from what I got from Claire,” Karen started when the three of them got comfortable in the living room, “the case is flimsy at best.” She turned to Owen and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “The good news is, you have a steady income, a house, and a good reputation in the community. Your daughter goes to school and is doing well there. There’s no way it can be qualified as negligence.”

“Okay,” he said slowly. “And what’s the bad news?”

Karen sighed. “Your father and mother-in-law also have a house and a steady income, plus she just retired, meaning that she can provide child care without the involvement of a third party and they’re relatively young too – both under sixty.” She paused. “I hoped we could play the age card, but they can live for 20-30 more years…” she trailed off.

Owen scrubbed a hand down his face. “What are my chances?”

“They won’t get the full custody, no way,” Karen said firmly.

“But?” Claire peered at her sister.

“There’s a chance the judge might go for a shared one,” Karen admitted. “Fifty-fifty, that kind of thing.”

Owen swore quietly under his breath. “But they live in another state!”

“Hey, I’m on your side here,” she shrugged. “But you’ve asked.”

“Sorry,” he rubbed his eyes and exhaled sharply. “It’s just… God, of all the things that could’ve gone wrong, this was the one I didn’t expect to.”

“Look, I’m not saying it’s how it’ll end,” Karen pointed out, her eyes moving between him and her sister. “This is the kind of case that will depend on the judge, and the time of the day, and maybe a phase of the moon. You’re not breaking any rules, Owen, but your wife was their only daughter, and it’s great that you have two jobs and can bring home the bacon, but it also takes away your parenting time. These are the things that, strictly speaking, don’t matter in the face of the law, but your in-laws can just as easily play the sympathy card. God knows, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

He snapped his head up. “What about Harper? Will her opinion matter?”

Karen leaned back in her chair, forehead creased. “Yes and no. She will most likely be asked who she wants to live with. But she’s six. You’d be surprised how many children choose every day to stay in abusive and unhealthy households – and I know it’s not how it is with you guys, don’t look at me like this! – just because it’s their parents we’re talking about here.”

“Which means?”

“Which means that the judge will take her statement with a grain of salt, just to be safe.”

Owen dropped his head onto the knot of his hands, the line of his shoulders so still Claire thought that he’d snap in half if she touched him.

“So, what can I do?” he asked after a couple of minutes during which no one uttered a single word.

“Nothing,” Karen shook her head. “There’s no case until they file the motion, just the talk.”

“But if they do, it’ll be too late,” Claire muttered with a wince, and Karen nodded.

“All I can suggest now is to try and negotiate with them. Offer better visitation options, more frequent contact, I don’t know. Whatever will pacify them.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I did. I offered them the holidays, all of them.”

“Well then…” Karen drummed her fingers on the armrest of her chair. “Don’t do anything stupid until all of this is resolved. Don’t give them anything that they could use against you.”

“Yeah…” Owen breathed out, disappointed beyond measure with the outcome of this conversation. Whatever hopes he had harboured when Claire suggested talking to her sister were effectively washed down the drain. “Thank you,” he said, offering Karen a weak smile. It wasn’t her fault that this situation was so shitty.

“Anytime,” she returned, her gaze darting between him and her sister when Claire reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”

“Thanks, Karen,” Claire echoed.

Karen cleared her throat. “Well, now that we’ve done with the bad part, would you guys like to go to the movies with us?”

He exchanged a quick look with Claire who shrugged in the You-decide way, and then said, “Why not?”

“I’ll go get the kids,” Claire offered, rising to her feet.

“Karen?” Owen turned to her when Claire disappeared up the stairs. His gaze darted toward the hallway, and he dropped his voice to make sure no one could overhear him. “I didn’t mention this to Claire, but when we first started seeing each other, Harper didn’t take it well and I think she might have mentioned it to Sylvia.” He paused. “Maybe I’m wrong, but the reason behind all of this can be that they think I’m moving on from their daughter and it makes them feel… I don’t know, betrayed? Threatened?” He huffed. “So, I guess, what I want to know – if I’m right and if we make it to court, would something like this be considered as a substantial problem?”

Karen considered him for a long moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “No, I don’t think so,” she replied at last. “Your daughter adores Claire, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. If anything, you’re kind of proving that you can provide her with a steady family environment.”

“Thanks,” he repeated.

“Owen,” she called after him when he got up as well and uncurled from her armchair. “I’m not saying that you’re correct, but it’s my baby sister we’re talking about here, so humour me, would you?”

“Sure.”

“Say, your in-laws offer you a deal – no custody battles and no lawsuits if you stop seeing Claire. Your daughter for your girlfriend. Who would you choose?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Both.”

---

Owen was still mulling over everything Karen had said when they pulled up to Claire’s house several hours later, Harper asleep in her seat in the back. In the early dusk, the colours looked faded somehow, washed out, her quiet street completely deserted.

“Will you stay?” Claire asked softly when he turned off the engine.

Owen glanced quickly over his shoulder at his sleeping daughter, then turned to Claire.

“She’ll be fine in the guest bedroom,” Claire added as if reading his thoughts.

One of his eyebrows cocked curiously. “We didn’t bring any spare clothes.”

“I’ll find something for Harper to sleep in. And you’re not going to need any.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, intensifying the one that blossomed on Owen’s face.

“So, are we okay then?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “But I want us to be.”

Harper found the idea of staying over at Claire’s delightful, especially when she woke up and found out that the bed in the guest bedroom had springs. After her bath and putting on one of Claire’s shirts that hung down to her knees, she spent a solid 40 minutes jumping on it like a trampoline until Owen poked his head into the door and promised to tuck her in so tight, she wouldn’t be able to move if she didn’t cut this out and go to sleep right this very second .

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked Claire after the girl had fallen asleep and the two of them had found themselves in the bathtub, Claire’s back resting against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Mellow and relaxed in the hot water, with the weight of her body pressed deliciously to him, Owen almost managed to convince himself that the past 36 hours didn’t happen. He traced his hand along her arm and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, holding on to every precious moment they got to spend like this. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

“Maybe we needed a special occasion?” Claire offered with a soft smile, tilting her head back to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek. “I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you planned, with Karen.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, just above the knot she had twisted her hair into to avoid getting it wet. “I didn’t expect her to magically fix everything.”

“But you hoped she would.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted.

“Does Harper know? About what’s going on?”

“No,” he shook his head, his mood changing almost palpably by the second. “I asked Jenny’s parents not to say anything to her until we figure it out between ourselves. No need to drag her into this mess before it’s absolutely necessary.”

Claire sank into him, her forehead resting on the side of Owen’s jaw, her fingers running absently up and down his wrists. “I’m so sorry you have to deal with this at all.”

“You know, when Harper was little and only started to talk and couldn’t pronounce her name properly yet, she’d say it as ‘Happy’.” He chuckled at the memory, his arms flexing around Claire as if in need to reassure himself that she was still there. “She’s run around the house, bumping into everything, and point at herself and say ‘I Happy!’” A shaky sigh bubbled up in his chest. “It’s all I ever wanted for her, Claire. To be happy.”

“I know.” Claire squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could go and fix it for him, make sure she’d never have to hear this panicked edge in his voice again. “And she is. She really, really is.”

“Thank you,” he murmured against her temple. “For this. For everything. For coming back to us. I don’t know what I’d do if--”

Her hand slipped around her neck, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his neck, and she captured his lips with his – a reassurance, an invitation - until the urgency in him shifted from worry to need, melting into something larger than life.

She turned around to stretch over him, her arms snaking around his neck while Owen’s hands slid slowly along her thighs and up her sides, savouring the feeling of her body against his. Claire’s breath was hot on his skin, turning his blood into lava in his veins. Languid in his arms, she pressed a kiss to his jaw, trailing her lips along his cheek to the corner of his mouth until he turned his head, kissing her properly. He pulled her closer to his chest, his fingers skimming along her back as his teeth nipped on her bottom lip.

Owen’s knees hit the edged of the bathtub when she shifted in his arms, and low laughter rumbled in his chest as he traced slow, deliberate kisses along her neck.

“We’re gonna need more space.”

A towel wrapped around his hips, Owen pulled the door open slowly, and then took Claire’s hand, leading her toward the bedroom, pausing every few seconds to press his finger to his lips to shush her, fearful of Harper waking up if they didn’t keep quiet. He pulled her into her room, his hand cupping her face immediately, lips finding hers, swallowing her giggle.

---

The world still hazy and unfocused around him, Owen rolled onto his side. Another moment, and he was pulling Claire to him, his fingers brushing her bangs from her forehead, their lips meeting in slow tender kisses, both of them still breathless and riding off the endorphin high, basking in the warm afterglow, their bodies tingling with low hum running like electric current under their skin.

A few minutes later, he was chuckling softly against her mouth, and Claire pulled back, a hand on his chest, to ask what he was laughing at.

He scrunched his face and shook his head. “I’m not… it’s not that.”

“What?”

It was incredible, really, how everything his grieving and guilty mind kept rejecting, his pain too strong for so long he almost forgot how to feel anything else, was right there, at his fingertips, barely at arm’s reach away.

Owen traced the lines of her face, trailing his fingers along her forehead and down her upturned nose and over her jaw toward her chin, reading her with his hands like a blind man in search of something outside of his realm.

This was what he wanted, every day, for as long as he lived. Her. Not even the physical intimacy, even though it never felt enough, her lean, cool fingers pulling the shattered pieces of him back into place, smoothing the jagged edges that threatened to tear him apart, sealing the seams with her lips. No, it was about coming back to Claire, her smile, the sound of her laughter, the captivating green of her eyes, her breathing in the night. Seeing her play with Harper, seeing his daughter happy again – all this was right in front of him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive, so eager to live and see what the next day could bring, his heart beating in earnest, elated and soaring above everything he’d been through. How long did he know but didn’t really know ?

“You,” he whispered, running his knuckles over Claire’s cheek, and the words he couldn’t keep biting back any longer tumbled out of his mouth. “I love you.”

---

“Claire?” A loud whisper pulled her out of her deep, dreamless slumber.

She blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, half-certain for a moment or two that she had made it up until her gaze focused on Harper standing by the bed.

The clock on the nightstand read 3.46 AM, and Claire stifled a yawn, fighting off the fog in her head. She pushed up, propping herself on her elbow and thanking heavens that she and Owen were dressed – a precaution taken before she had unlocked the door when they were about to turn in for the night, worried that the girl might get scared if she woke up alone in an unfamiliar place.

“What is it, baby?” Claire whispered.

Behind her, Owen didn’t even stir, his soft snores filling the room.

Harper rubbed her eyes sleepily, her nose scrunched. “I had a bad dream. Can I stay with you and daddy here? Just this one time.”

“Of course.” Claire slid back and closer the furnace of a man who could seemingly sleep through a nuclear war to make more room for the girl, and Harper climbed next to her, curling in on herself after Claire tucked the blanket carefully around her.

She was already asleep by the time Claire’s head touched the pillow again.

---

Claire had picked up sketching after the accident.

When the days she needed to stay in bed, barely able to do anything without help had turned first into weeks and then into months, it had become clear to her very quickly that there were only so many things a person could do before going crazy from boredom. The TV had lost its appeal almost instantly – for one thing, most of the daytime programs were dumb as hell, and since her life got fucked up stark in the middle of the ice-skating competition season, the channels had been full of live feeds from events all over the country as well as reruns that she had no desire to even be aware of, let alone watch.

The first time Claire saw someone else, a girl in a blue dress, perform her short program routine, she wanted to throw a remote at her parents’ TV set. She had settled on crying for the next three days instead.

After that, the TV had been deemed a backup alternative to everything else. Something that Claire rarely turned to.

She would read instead, but it had also become too much after a few weeks when she grew restless and impatient and in a desperate need of something more creative than that. It was when Karen had caught her doodling in the margins of a book that she had brought Claire a sketchpad and a box of charcoal pencils. It had hardly changed Claire’s life, but it sure made killing those endless hours of nothingness easier.

By the time she had been capable of walking around without assistance, Claire had a few dozens of sketch pads filled with everything from doodles of flowers to attempted copies of famous drawings and paintings she’d done with the help of online How To tutorials. She was no genius, but she had a good eye and enough time to master something that required patience and scrupulous work. And at some point, she had figured out that not only did she have plenty of both, but that she also rather liked it.

Up until a certain point in her life, Claire had associated the idea of a college with a sports scholarship of some sort, and when that had fallen through, she had stopped considering the possibility of getting a degree altogether. However, when Karen had suggested she submitted some of her works to the Art School of the University of Wisconsin, it didn’t sound as insane as Claire had first thought it might.

Although, frankly, if she had known back then that it would ultimately lead to spending her nights bend over her desk because the client needed a draft of something or other submitted on short notice, she’d probably think twice about her career choices.

Sometime around nine, she straightened her back and rolled her stiff shoulders, wincing at the sound of cracks and pops in her neck. Owen had texted her a while ago asking if she’d like to come over and offering to bring her pizza if the answer was no, but she had to turn down both options. Mr. Masrani expected her to send in her side of the project within the next couple of hours, and just thinking about Owen was distracting enough. Having him and Harper around would be a disaster.

She pulled off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes, contemplating another cup of coffee. It might keep her up all night, which was a downside, of course, but with its help, there was a chance she wouldn’t fall asleep mid-stroke.

Instead, she decided that it was time to have a short break and get some dinner. The thought of that pizza that Owen had mentioned earlier made her stomach grown, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything to eat since late morning, making her go through her options on her mind.

She could have ordered something, Claire mused absently, but after being cooped inside for most of her day, she decided that getting out of the house was her number one priority. If she didn’t, she feared that her head would fall off her rigid neck.

Still rubbing the sand out of her eyes, Claire slid off her tall chair and headed for the door, grabbing the car keys from the bowl in the hallways as she passed it.

She was driving back home down the quiet, dark street, her Chinese takeaway sitting on the passenger seat next to her when her eyes snatched a familiar figure hunched under a streetlamp, small shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

“Harper?” Claire muttered, straining her eyes, almost certain that the girl was nothing but a figment of her imagination so wild the idea of Owen’s daughter being outside alone in the dark was. So shocking.

Claire hit the brakes, her car coming to an abrupt halt with a screech of tires. She was climbing out before it even fully stopped, fumbling with the door for a moment too long.

“Harper!”

The girl snapped her head up at the sound of her name, and before Claire knew it, a small body barreled into her in the middle of an empty street, thin arms wrapping around her thighs.

“Oh god,” she murmured, her own arms coming to rest around the girl. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright.” Claire’s eyes darted up and down the street. It took her a moment to realize that they were only a few of blocks away from Owen’s place. Which still didn’t explain anything, and the fear stirred inside of. “What happened?”

She tugged at Harper’s arms to break free from her hold and crouching down in front of the girl whose face was streaked with tears. She was breathing through convulsive sobs, her small shoulders shaking and her lips trembling.

Claire’s stomach clenched. “What is it?” she asked almost numbly, her imagination offering her a full range of the worst-case scenarios, vivid and bright and surprisingly detailed. A fire. A car crash. A robbery. Something bad that happened to Harper—

After this one, her mind went blank.

“I don’t want to go live with Grandma Sylvia and Grandpa Greg,” Harper muttered between sniffles, and then her small face started to crumple again, and Claire drew her close again, stroking the girl’s hair, weak in the knees with relief that it wasn’t anything deadly and irreparable. “They said that every child needs a mommy and a daddy, and now that my mommy is dead, daddy is not enough and they will be my new mom and dad.”

She was clutching Claire so tight that Claire could feel the frantic beating of her small heart, her frightened tears soaking Claire’s shirt.

“Shh,” Claire kissed the side of Harper’s head.

“But… I have daddy … and you,” she mumbled. “You can be my mommy. Why do I have to go?”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” Claire picked her up, and the girl wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around Claire’s waist as if determined not to ever let go. “First, we need to call your dad, okay? He’s probably lost his mind--”

As if on cue, her phone let out a series of persistent shrills, Owen’s caller ID blinking on the screen. Somehow, Claire managed to slide the answer button without dropping the girl, her hands shaking.

“Owen?... Yes, I know. I’ve got her.” A pause. “I don’t know… Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

By the time Owen showed up at Claire’s house not ten minutes later, Harper was asleep in the guest room, too emotionally exhausted to stay awake.

“Where is she--” he began, stepping through the door, but Claire pressed a finger to his lips, telling him to stay quiet and then pointed upward to the second floor.

He pushed past her and climbed the stairs two at a time, needing to see for himself that his daughter was safe. The girl was curled under the comforter, her breathing deep and even and her face still slightly blotchy from crying. Slowly, he walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter further up her body, careful not to wake her up.

Afterwards, he found Claire in the kitchen, fumbling with the kettle.

She turned around at the sound of his footsteps, struck by how worn her looked, the lines around his eyes deeper than she remembered.

“What happened?” she asked, watching him attempt to smile at her. It came out as a grimace instead.

“I asked Greg and Sylvia to come over, to try and reason with them again.” His eyes when they met Claire’s were wild, her expression so pained she could feel it in her bones. She stepped toward him and wrapped her hands around his waist, listening to his ragged breathing. “Harper was supposed to be in her room getting ready for bed. When my father-in-law started to yell at me about the whole moving Jenny here thing, she heard him and came downstairs, and then Sylvia outright told her they were taking her away from me.”

He cut off as if it physically hurt him to talk about this.

“Oh, Owen…”

“She started to cry. I told her to go to her room, where she was supposed to stay.” His hands bunched fistfuls of Claire’s shirt in helpless fear. “She must have snuck out. God, I didn’t even check up on her until they had left.”

Claire ran her hand up and down his back. “She’s okay, everyone is okay,” she murmured, the words not as important as the soothing sound of her voice.

“She didn’t go that far, but sometimes, it’s all it takes. Do you have any idea--” He swallowed, unable to finish his thought. Claire did. Six-year-olds in the dark didn’t really scream ‘good-idea’, all things considered. She did, after all, jump to the exact same conclusion not thirty minutes ago. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am an unfit father.”

“You know it’s not true,” she whispered. “She must’ve thought they were going to take her away tonight and got scared.”

His short laugh was humourless and sharp to her ears. “Well, welcome to the club.” He rested his cheek on top of her head. “Shit, so much for not bothering you tonight.”

She chuckled into his chest. “I should’ve known.”

Owen sighed and pulled away from her. “We should get out of your hair.”

“Don’t be absurd.” She squeezed his hand, a nervous chuckle bubbling up in her chest. “I was basically promoted to the role of ‘mommy’ tonight. You can’t just leave when I’m freaking out about it.”

A small half-smile flashed across his face, gone before Claire could register it. He ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “You don’t look like you’re freaking out.”

“Oh, but I am,” she assured him, “and I might need some help dealing with it.”

Owen wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dropped a kiss into her hair. “It’s like I said – welcome to the club.”

---

6 months later

It was Harper who gave Claire the idea, and in retrospect, it was practical more than anything else.

The girl needed a mother and a father, and that was something that Claire could fix.

After laying her plan out to Owen, she asked Karen to prepare the paperwork, stating explicitly that his rights must remain intact no matter what. If anything, it was meant to be just a safety net in case something happened to Owen, but on the day Claire Dearing officially became a legal guardian to Harper Elizabeth Grady, Sylvia and Greg Campbell withdrew their custody claim.

“You know what that means, right?” Owen asked Claire when they walked out of Karen’s office, each holding a copy of guardianship papers.

“That I must brace myself for a soon-to-be-teenager?” she inquired, slipping her hand into his, and then shuddered dramatically, “God, please tell me I don’t have to learn how to cook .”

“No, you weirdo.” He dipped his head to press his mouth to Claire’s for a quick kiss. “You might have to move in with us.”

Her lips stretched into a grin. “Well, technically speaking--”

“Technically speaking, we really want you to,” he said, his voice dropping, and Claire’s heart made a flip in her chest, plunging down all the way from thirty thousand feet in the sky without a parachute. “Don’t make me sic Harper on you,” he added quickly when she opened her mouth, probably thinking that Claire was going to argue. “I know you can’t say no to her.”

“Well, there must be something about your family as a whole, then…” She rolled her eyes. “And I was just going to say that I might not have enough boxes so we’ll have to pick up some more this weekend. If you were indeed serious about the whole moving in thing.” Eyebrows arched, Owen squeezed her fingers, beaming for all he was worth. “Also, dibs on that blue cup that I like.”

His jaw dropped comically. “But it’s my favourite!”

“Take it or leave it, Grady,” Claire snorted, biting back her smile.

Owen threw his arm around her neck and kissed her on the hair, the two of them blocking the pathway on a busy afternoon, and not caring one bit about it.

“You can have it so long as I got dibs on you.”

#jurassic world #claire dearing #owen grady #clawen #claire x owen #my fic #untouchable

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