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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket, SE03, Ep1

I’m here! The final season continues from where se02 oddly left, right in the middle of a conversation! XD.

-Tohru’s crushed heart (scarf): Excellent symbolism!

Tohru, burdened with trying to lift the curse of teen & adult sohmas, is now also troubled by trying to help Arisa’s romantic life is sad for akito! Too much for compassionate selfless tohru. Unable to help, protect & erase the pain, tohru crumbles. Freezes. Her white scarf (heart) flies away, gets crushed by cars & becomes dirty. But here comes a boy ( who thinks himself a monster) picks it up, cleans & returns it back. He thinks nothing of his deed. nothing heroic abt saving a scarf, really. But do we need to be heroes to save others? kyo saves tohru by being kyo. Not the zodiac cat & not the menacing monster. Her heart is saved by him, shown much care & returned back. Mind you, the heart (scarf) is not brand new after the delima. It’s not very clean after being crushed, some marks remain, but these are marks of growth!!! you walk away after hardships carrying minor scars of victory. This scene solidify kyo’s role in tohru’s life as an equal companion. Not a heroic prince charming. It is the little things he does that shows who he is. kyo isn’t abt big soft words, he doesn't say the best things. he is a man of action. His care, love & compassion comes so very easily & naturally to him thro actions. This is what yuki meant by saying he’s jealous of kyo. Yuki over thinks his steps & doubt everything before he acts. Kyo acts spontaneously then doubts himself later. He saves the scarf (heart) then tells her directly to buy another one if she feels it’s not clean. He failed to see how this trivial action meant the world to tohru. Tohru smiles lively cuz her heart is back to her.

Why is the scarf scene so important? (aka furuba’s best usage of symbolism yet!)

It symbolizes tohru’s toxic flaw that she must overcome! It represents tohru’s tormented heart over other ppl’s pain with severe neglect to her own problems & issues. Arisa’s love life shouldn’t be tohru’s delima, nor Akito’s complex or Kureno’s or the damned curse. Tohru toxically chooses to bear other burdens’ until they crush her.

Hana can’t come to save tohru from pain each time tohru indulges in it. Tohru must realize her own flaw & grow up beyond this toxic type of kindness. Feel & help others, but don’t use them to escape your pain & don’t indulge in their own struggles & neglect yourself. There is a reason hana’s knowing of tohru’s pain is thro “magical” waves, to symbolize that this can’t become a norm, not real. You can’t depend on magic to grow. I love that!

The white scarf bearing smudges of the tires even after kyo washed it shows that kyo’s love & care can’t magically heal all tohru’s pain. It parallels kyo’s words from se01, ep,24 when he said tohru didn’t heal all his pain, but he feels better simply cuz she stayed by his side. Tohru now is feeling better cuz kyo chose was there for her. Love doesn’t magically heal you, kids! But it sure puts you on the path! Also, this once again adds more depth to the (tohru/kyo) equal give & take dynamics.

This scene deconstruct the image of Tohru represented as an angelic mother throughout 2 seasons. Instead, It paints her as a real flawed girl with much need for growth. Exactly, like how we have learned by now that kyo isn’t a horrible monster nor a prince charming saving the day, but a flawed boy with much need for growth. However, these two push each other forward in a subtle way through daily situations! Excellent writing!!

-Kureno. (aka. who tohru should never become):

The harmful kindness: Kureno is someone who hurts himself & hurt many others (akito, arisa, shigure, & consequently the rest of the zodiacs) by giving the harmful types of kindness to akito, by completely erasing his own needs, desires & living for the sake of someone who would be far better without him. Kureno is who tohru might have become if she selflessly continues fighting solely for the sohma’s sake & trying to break the curse while ignoring her own life. She’ll become as miserable as kureno & the zodiacs will become dependable on her.

The destructive pity: Kureno pities this tormented child (akito) & chooses to stay with her until her tears dry. This pity is destructive cuz it is done while he wishes to be miles away with Arisa & it encourages akito to stay as she is. Look, a child whose mom hates her deserves pity. But an adult woman needs to learn to build relationships based on mutual affection & respect. This talk of pity reminds me of kyo & kagura. Kagura pitied the cat zodiac. The relationship was doomed cuz kyo refuses pity. It doesn’t matter if her pity turned into love later. Kyo doesn’t want that from her or anyone. There is NO equality there. We know tohru came to love kyo for all the times he was there for her & all the times he pushed her to improve, to complain, to want things! she said so in se01, ep, 24. But we also know that young baby tohru pitied the cat when her mom told her the zodiacs story. what if kyo thinks tohru’s affection is pity???? that’s a big NO for him & for every person. I really want tohru to be as far from any kurno’s traits as possible!!!

-Akito, the pitiful woman:

Akito was born a girl, forced to be raised as a boy by her mother’s demands? where is the father?? she was hated by her mother. why? she also hates her mom. (hate your child & they’ll hated you). So, akito is doomed by her mom. Akito tries to prove that she’s loved by the zodiac “she specified the male zodiacs” interesting! we saw how she hates both Isuzu & kisa & doesn’t give a damn abt kagura. This woman, forced to pose as a man, actually desires to be treated as a woman. As for the other zodiacs:

No worries abt hatori leaving cuz he’s 24/7 attending to her health.

Ayame makes tea exclusively for her & hatori.

she thinks Ritsu is too timid to attempt leaving.

Hiro’s a baby, momiji is hated cuz she can’t break him.

Kyo is destined to be locked. but Why she cares abt the cat anyway?? She publicly hates him & feels disgusted by him.

She used to control yuki but can’t anymore.

she uses intimacy to bound those who “can” leave her the most: kurno! & shigure? she sleeps next to shigure in the valentine ep. hatori remarked: don’t let akito catch cold. We saw the sexually charged rage in se02, ep10. So, she isn’t faithful to kureno. They don’t have a relationship. She doesn’t even have a relationship with shigure, either. to her, sex is a tool to tie them both to her?

It is ironic that the person who said she despises woman & accuses Isuzu of seducing hatori is herself seducing others. Except, tragically, kureno isn’t with her for herself, but cuz he pities her. We saw her slapping & embracing him. Next scene; her bare shoulders & his unbuttoned shirt clearly implies they got intimate which is what akito does to feel secure in kureno not leaving her. Kureno is not even interested in her despite submitting to her advances, needs & orders. He does it out of pity. Truly the most tragic form of physical affection: sex for pity. wow... how tragically pitiful is the abusive ruler of the zodiacs who looms over them & demands respect & eternal bonds. How can she find someone who’ll love her for herself, if she doesn’t learn to show good sides of her? Yuki wasn’t loved for who he is in school, but for being the “prince”, he showed his real character & got himself true friends & soon a lover!!! Kyo, was feared & pitied for turning into a “monster”, but once he showed his kind & harmless self, he got himself true friends & a girl who loves him for his actual personality! Who will love akito for who she is if she only shows a spoiled child, horrible family head or a pitiful woman? What does shigure love in her? he doesn’t seem to pity her nor pamper her much, does he? perhaps we’ll know more abt the real akito later.

Side notes:

Akito’s mom reminded me of kyo’s dad. Abused children, who are hated by their parents, don’t let go of the hurt easily. they’ll always try to either get their approval, show them they were worthy of their love, or they’re NOTHING like their parents think they are. eg: Kyo’s biological father’s hate has destroyed kyo. Kyo have kazuma & tohru & he still wonder why they love him. It took kyo 17 years to actually promise to call kazuma "dad” one day in se01 finale. You need time to heal the wounds inflected by the ones who should love you the most. Being loved by others doesn’t magically heal you! You need to take few steps forward.

Isuzu is Ren’s clone! finally understanding why the severe hate from akito towards Isuzu. I’ll wait for more Ren/Akito content before analyzing their relationship.

Ren is so sexy. ngl, the scene of the zodiacs touching her belly after she just *conceived* akito is so creepy~ ew!

Hana picked up tohru first before kyo, cuz this show isn’t exclusive for romantic love as much as it isn’t exclusive for friendship. There is balance.

Tohru needs her own future, so does Arisa & hana! Learn to accept the limit of what you can do as a friend, tohru.. forever loving furuba for steering away from “friends stay together forever~yay” anime trope! Furuba is abt independent & individual adult life! building your own future! Epic writing!

Forever fascinated by how much the little small ordinary daily life things has really built kyo-tohru love! It feels so real & very uniquely built! Excellent writing!

Arisa is stuck with an adult man trapping himself in the most unnecessary love triangle. Kureno’s cage is self made, no curse. A very sheltered boy/man not living in the real world. Only two options for kureno if he continues this path: he’ll hurt akito, or akito will hurt him. We know the answer from the trailer, don’t we?

Arisa letting go of kuron is growth! Let go & live, girl!

There is a subtle theme of learning to let go in furuba~

Yuki is the biggest kyoru shipper!

Tohru intentionally hitting kyo with scarf’s pon-pon is my fave side of her! intentional flirting shows change from her little girl’s good girl attitude to her own type of a feisty woman! after all, she’s nearly 18!

The way the camera moved when kyo spotted the scarf was so good!

The director is obsessed with flying!! did he work on attack on titans? cuz the Ren-akito flying fight reminded me of Titan Eren strangling Titan Annie in AOT se01 finale! but chibi version! XD. I’m sorry for akito’s pain, but I was distracted by laughing! XD

look, if you plan to dramatize a situation, know your budget & your skills. Obviously, the director knew the scene is badly done, hence, the wide far away, dim lit shot to hide as much as it can. Couldn’t he do without it? let akito strangle her to the ground without flying!

oh well~these over-the-top shots are now a furuba trade mark~ just praying they stick with one weird shot per season.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #Tohru Honda #Akito Sohma #se03 #final season #kureno sohma #shigure sohma #kyo sohma

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merakiaes · 4 years

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How To Get The Girl - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: #65 and #66 from the fluff-list.

Warnings/notes: It’s 2.30am and I’m running on no sleep so if this is shit and really boring, I’m sorry. I’ll probably go in a re-write it tomorrow.

Wordcount: 2595

Summary: Some bad flirting and a piece of advice leading to Finn landing a date.

Whether or not you were new to Small Heath or just passing through, Finn didn’t know. The only thing he knew for certain, was that your beauty was unlike anything he had ever seen in his life; completely incomparable.

You had been coming to the Garrison every night for the past week to drink with your brothers. Or, at least he guessed they were your brothers. You all had the same colored hair, the same facial structures, and very similar laughs.

You seemed to be far too close to be just friends, but at the same time, not close in the same way you would a romantic interest, which only left the sibling-alternative.

Finn had lost track of the conversation at hand with his brothers and friends, their voices and laughs practically falling to deaf ears as he stared at you from across the room while sipping his whiskey.

Arthur finally seemed to catch on to his little brother’s unusual silence, however, shoving an elbow into his side, rather roughly in his drunken haze and asking loudly. “What’s got you so distracted tonight, eh, Finn boy?”

Finn glared at him and kept quiet, turning his gaze back to you. But when he didn’t give him an answer himself, Isaiah took it upon himself to give it for him.

“It’s that girl! He’s been pining after her ever since she came in the first time on Monday. Not that I blame him, she’s fucking magnificent.”

Arthur and John each let out a drunk yell, scooting closer to their youngest brother and putting their arms around his shoulder almost in perfect sync. “There’s a fine looking lass.” Arthur agreed.

But John only let out a loud laugh, ruffling his hair around while shaking his head. “Not a chance. Fancy girls like her don’t go for boys like us. She’s born from money, that one.”

Polly snorted from where she sat on the opposite side of the table, raising an eyebrow at her nephew. “And how would you possibly know that?”

John waved a hand in your direction, where you were laughing carelessly to something your brothers had said, having no clue in the slightest to the conversation currently going on behind your back.

“Look at the diamonds around her neck and listen to the accent of the company she’s in.” He said, shaking his head again with a teasing smile playing at his lips as he took a drag of his cigar. “Those are London boys. And you were born in the slums. Don’t get your hopes up.”

His discouraging words drew a scoff from Polly, but she chose to stay out of further conversation, knowing she would without a doubt lose her temper otherwise.

Instead, Tommy chose this as his time to join in, sitting up in his chair and putting out his cigarette, blowing out the final drag of smoke before speaking.

“Well, he’s also a Shelby.” He noted, looking at John, before turning to Finn and taking that back of his neck in his hand. “And since when have us Shelbys had any trouble in finding women, eh? All he needs is a little boost.”

With that, he gave him a small shake and then proceeded to tell him what he needed to do to get your attention.

No matter how hard he tried to be, he wasn’t his brothers. He had their charm, without a doubt. But the difference between them and him was that they knew how to use it, and he was absolutely fucking clueless.

At nineteen years old, he wasn’t a virgin. But the only girl he had ever slept with was the whore his brothers had hired for him on his eighteenth birthday.

He had told Tommy when reporting back that very same night that he never wanted it like that again, and he had stuck by it, not having felt a woman’s touch since. Barely even held a conversation with one, if you didn’t count his aunt and brothers’ wives.

John, Arthur and Isaiah let him in on their tips and tricks, as well, giving him examples of lines and words that could be used to ‘lure any lady in’. Some of the things they told him to do and say seemed absolutely bizarre, but what did he know?

Their biggest mistake, however? Not telling him in which context the different lines should have been used.

He probably should’ve been able to figure that out himself, but like earlier mentioned, he hadn’t had much practice on the subject of women and quite frankly, he wasn’t like his brothers at all personality-wise.

Rather than being loud, daring and fierce, he was soft, shy and careful, and when finally having gathered the courage to walk up to you at the bar, really fucking nervous, which was probably what fucked the entire thing up.

He could practically feel himself dying from shame when he slid up beside you with an overly cocky smirk, speaking out: “Rumor has it, I make you nervous,” like his brother’s had advised him to, only to get little to no reaction back.

It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you to be approached on a night out, quite the opposite really; you honestly got more surprised nowadays if you weren’t approached by at least one man.

You didn’t know what it was that made them think you would ever be interested when they delivered such bad pick-up lines, just like this one.

You admired them for the attempts, but never gave them much of a response, and this time was no different, as you simply snorted at the lame line.

But when you turned your head to the side to turn him down like you did every other guy and caught sight of his face, your attitude shifted in an instance.

Unlike the cocky, overly confident boys you were used to, this was not one of them.

Sure, he still sported a cocky smirk on his lips. But his eyes were so insecure and soft, going together perfectly with his innocent, freckled face, and instantly caught your attention.

So, rather than shooting him down like you had originally been planning, you twisted your body to face him, completely forgetting about the drinks your brothers had sent you to retrieve.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me?”

His smirk instantly widened, but it faltered slightly every once in a while, showing you clearly that this wasn’t something he usually did. “That depends, is it working?”

His voice was casual and sure, but his nervous face betrayed the entire act of confidence he had put on.

“Well, I have to be frank.” You chuckled, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Your skills of seducing a woman are absolutely shite and I usually don’t care for boys who strike up a conversation by tooting their own horn, but you’re cute and you seem nervous, so I’ll let it slide.”

He obviously hadn’t been expecting you to talk back with such ease, his smirk falling in a matter of seconds and his freckled face taking on a pink tint. He began sputtering for a response, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in a laugh.

“Oh, the fearless mettle disappeared just like that, did it?” You questioned, amusement evident in your voice, and he must’ve taken it as if you were mocking him because the next second, his face had taken a sour turn.

“I’m not nervous.” He defended, but the intensifying blush on his cheeks told you different.

“No?” You raised an eyebrow, giving him a lopsided smile. “Then how come you still haven’t offered to buy me drink?”

“I don’t have to buy you a drink. My brother owns the place.” He was quick to reply this time, actually shocking you but still causing you to laugh a genuine laugh that pulled all the way to your eyes.

“Does that line usually work on girls?” You asked, and instantly he turned flustered again.

“No.” He disagreed, stuttering over his words. “I mean, I don’t really talk to girls much.”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”

The blush on his cheeks deepened even further at your sarcastic remark, and you were starting to feel guilty.

He obviously had no idea what to do in the situation he was currently in and although it shocked you to even say it, you found him interesting and didn’t want to scare him away.

So you dropped the sarcastic act, putting on a genuine smile and chuckling lightly. “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun.” You comforted him, now in a tone much softer than before, sticking your hand out. “I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?”

His entire body seemed to relax at the sight of your outstretched hand, shoulders slumping and a small breath escaping from between his lips.

He took a moment to react, before reaching out and taking your hand in his, shaking it carefully. “Finn. Finn Shelby.”

His hand was softer than you had expected it to be. Your brothers were all hard workers, all having served in the war. Their hands were rough and scarred and calloused. Bit Finn’s hand was smooth, indicating that he had yet to put in any hard labor in life.

And you found yourself liking that.

“Well, Finn Shelby, let me ask you something.” You said once he had let go of your hand again, licking your lips and leaning in a bit closer, peeking a glance at the table at the other side of the room that you had seen him sitting at before, and where its occupants were obviously trying to listen in without looking too obviously – and failing miserably at the latter. “Is it your brothers who taught you how to flirt? Because they didn’t do a very good job.”

He glanced over at said brothers just like you had, before turning back to look at you, a sheepish expression now settled on his face. “It usually works better for them.” He admitted lowly. “But as soon as I try anything they do, I mess up.”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly at that.

You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the flirting, and you found yourself puzzled about this boy. Not even five minutes into meeting each other and he was already, in a way, talking about his feelings; oversharing.

But you found it sweet. A guy that wasn’t overly masculine on a toxic level and could talk about his emotion was something this cruel world needed a lot more of in your opinion.

There was nothing attractive about men who couldn’t own up to the person they were on the inside. In fact, those were usually the ones who grew up to be the really bad ones.

“That’s because you’re not them.” You answered, shrugging with a smile. “A piece of advice? You need to adapt to your own personality, use your own personal charm to your advantage, and not try to mimic someone else’s.”

He laughed at that; a genuine laugh that didn’t seemed as forced as everything else up until that point. “I wish they would have given me the same advice.”

“Well, their advice might not have done you very good, but you still got me hooked, didn’t you?” Your flirty attitude turned back on just like that, and when yours did, so did his, but this time in a natural way.

He raised an eyebrow, adjusting himself where he was leaning against the bar so that he was more comfortable. “Did I?”

“What would you do if I said yes?” You asked, raising an eyebrow to match his own, to which his grin only widened.

“I would ask you on a date.”

Your lips trembled and you had to force yourself to keep your calm in order to not break into a full smile.

“And when and where would this date take place?” You hummed, your head that had previously already been spinning with the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night now spinning even more with the buzz of the excitement you were surprisingly feeling by talking to him.

“Seven o’clock tomorrow night.” He answered, not even taking a second to think about it, shocking both you and seemingly himself as he caught himself and slowed down with a sheepish smile. “Dinner, a movie at the pictures, and then back here where I would introduce you to my brothers.”

You snickered, leaning your chin on the palm of your hands and narrowing your eyes slightly at him. “Taking me to meet your family already on the first date?” You teased. “You sure do move quickly, don’t you?”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t blush at your teasing this time, instead just giving you an equally as teasing smile back. “Just using my own personal charm to my advantage.”

Your eyebrows shot up, your confidence faltering for a slight moment as he was now beginning to take control. “And using my own words against me. You drive a hard bargain.”

He took a slow step closer to you, and whether or not it was intentional, you could admit you felt heat rise to your cheeks when his fingers brushed against yours at the surface of the bar.

You glanced down at your touching fingers briefly and he did the same, before looking back up at you with questioning eyes. “Is that a yes?”

You didn’t get the time to answer before your oldest brother called out your name from your table. You threw a look over your shoulder, noticing they were all now standing up and beginning to get into their jackets, without a doubt tired of waiting for the drinks you were supposed to bring them some five minutes ago.

“Just a minute!” You yelled back at them, hurriedly turning back to Finn who was now looking at you expectantly.

You bit your lip, looking around at the bar and luckily spotting a newspaper and a ballpoint pen lying around within reaching distance.

You stretched your arm out and grabbed them, clicked the pen and started scribbling your address in the corner of the first page with as clear letters you possibly could.

Your brothers had now started heading past you and out the door, and the oldest one – the same that had called for you – had stopped behind you with your jacket slung over his arm, waiting for you to finish.

You clicked the pen and put it down at the bar, carefully ripped the corner with your address written on it off and folded it in two before pushing yourself off the bar.

Finn did the same and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he watched your brother help you into your jacket wordlessly, respectfully minding his own business and not intervening.

Once you had gotten situated in your coat and pulled your hair back out from under the collar, you reached the note out for Finn to take.

He took it with a small smile, and you returned it with a smile twice as wide.

“It was nice meeting you, Finn Shelby, and I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow.” You grinned and leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

His skin was warm against your lips, no doubt from being flustered from your entire interaction.

And your little finishing touch did nothing to calm his racing heart, having him even more flustered than he had been before when you walked out with your brother in tow, leaving him to go back to his own brothers with the good news.

#finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #ada thorne #michael gray #polly gray

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imagineddworld · 4 years

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Fake romance (Part 1)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: The reader has ended things with her toxic boyfriend, but he keeps bugging her. So her friend comes up with a plan to finally get rid of him, involving a certain someone.

Word count: 3,1 K (3133)

Author’s note: I made up a name for the ex in case you don’t have an ex that sucks this bad. If you do, I am so sorry. Also I didn’t want to offend anyone who is named Eric. I just picked a random name, but the name will only be mentioned once or twice. Hope you enjoy this. Had to split it in too parts, or it would get too long.

Warnings: underage drinking, depends which country you live in

Dating such a prick was your worst regret. He was the most toxic person you knew, but never found the courage to dump him. He barely allowed you to talk to anyone, besides himself. All the while he could talk to as many girls as he wanted to. You only were allowed to satisfy his needs. He never paid attention to your feelings. He even had cheated on you before. So you finally mustered up your courage and dumped him. But of course he wasn’t pleased with that. He kept on stalking you and bothering you. “You are going to regret that”, he said with a creepy smile plastered on his face, “Now you’ll miss out on this”. He tried to be seductive, failing miserably. He pushed you against a wall, keeping you there with his arms next to each side of your head. Luckily for you, one of the teachers interrupted him before he could do anything else. “Don’t you need to be in class?”, one of the voices called out to your relieve, freeing you from your temporary prison.

But that was just the start of it. He made it his destination in life to remind you of his existence. Mostly in the worst ways possible. Whatever you did, he just didn’t want to get out of your life. He really ruined your life, even after dumping him. Every day you were anxious to run into him, afraid he would bother you again. Making you uncomfortable with his ‘seductive’ threats. You rarely could truly enjoy a moment, or he needed to ruin it. Trying to make you jealous, by trying to snog as many girls as he could. But it only disgusted you more.

Even when the Weasley twins threw a party, for whatever reason they had, he needed to ruin the fun. Your friend had begged you to come, reassuring you that he wouldn’t come bother you. But once you had set foot inside of the room, you saw him standing in a corner. He had a big grin on his face, while he was surrounded by girls. He glanced at you, face lighting up with evil, before he pulled the girl to his left closer to him. Her hands immediately going to his hair and his to her bum. That was his way of trying to get you back. But you only fake gagged at the sight. “Disgusting”, you said turning back towards your friend. “Indeed”, she replied with the same expression as you. “Probably after his snog, he”ll come bother me”. You made your way towards the drink station, taking two full glasses from the table, before turning back to face her. “Don’t worry about that”, she said while accepting the drink, “I told you before. I have a plan”. You fake laughed: “Oh yeah? And what’s that gonna be?” One thing you knew that was certain about her was that her plans rarely turned out good. “I call it the ‘fake it till you make it’ plan”. You raised your eyebrow in confusion, turning your head slightly to the right. “We’ll ask a guy if he wants to pretend to be your boyfriend for the night”, she stated as if it was an obvious answer. You lightly chocked on the sip you just took, coughing a little while staring in shock at her. You weren’t bold enough to do that. “That’s a bad ide-”, you only managed to stammer out, before she cut you off. “It isn’t. Trust me”, she smiled. You sighed deeply, knowing well enough you couldn’t get the idea out of her head. No matter how often you would say no, she still would push you to do so. “Just make sure it’s no one even slightly similar to”, you paused to glance at him in disgust, “you know who”. She nodded, slowly starting to make her way into the crowd: “Don’t worry, I’ll only pick the best for you. You know me”. “That’s why”, you yelled after her, before she disappeared completely.

You were alone, making you a good target for your ex to come near. You downed the rest of your drink as a way to calm your nerves, the liquid slightly burning your throat. You quickly refilled, before anxiously looking through the crowd for any familiar faces. In the corner of your eye, you could see your ex’s figure nearing your way. You excused yourself as you bumped into dancing people, while trying to get as far away from him. The further you made it through the crowd, the harder it got to pass through. People’s bodies pushed against others, making you spill some of your drink.

Luckily your friend had spotted your struggling figure, pulling you towards a less crowded spot where she stood with your new fake boyfriend. “There she is”, she beamed with excitement. You met eyes with a confused, but amused looking Fred Weasley. Before you could say anything or even look back at her, she pushed the two of you closer towards one another. “Alright, I’m going to go now. My job is done here”, she said, winking at you two. “Wait, no”, you tried, but she was already gone. Again. You loved your friend, but sometimes she could be a true pain in the ass. Always pushing you out of your comfort zone at the most random times. But at least she found someone you knew already. The twins and you weren’t particularly friends, but you had talked quite some time with them. Also being a target for their pranks a few times, made the conversations roll easier. But that didn’t took away the awkwardness of the situation. The more you thought about it, the worse the plan seemed to be.

“Uhm hi”, he said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You waved shyly, immediately hating yourself for doing so. “You wanted to ask me something?” Those words made you freeze in place. Your eyes went round, breath halting in your throat. He had to be joking, right. “Oh, Uhm.. Didn’t she explain anything to you?” He shook his head confusingly. “Of course she didn’t”, you muttered under your breathe, cursing at her for making you do this. You started to show clear signs of anxiety. Your hands were sweaty and shaking, your eyes struggled to find an interesting place to look at. Your ears had a hard time focusing on any sound. All your senses got overwhelmed, taking a toll on your body. “Are you okay?”, Fred’s voice spoke, before he softly placed a hand on your arm. You met his eyes for a swift moment, immediately going back towards the ground. “Uhm, yeah.. yeah”, you said as one of your hands absently pulled on the hair elastic on your wrist, “Well, uhm.. actually.. no”. “What’s wrong?”, he asked with a hint of concern lingering in his voice. You weren’t quite sure if you should say it. It felt all too wrong. But as you saw your ex in the corner of your eye, snogging the thirth girl since the time you had entered the room, you felt more okay with it. “Well, Uhm.. how do I .. I say this”, you mumbled a bit, not really knowing if he had understood what you had said. You took a deep breath, trying to find some courage. “I dated this guy, but after I realized he was toxic and abusive, I dumped him. But the thing is, he won’t leave me alone. He tries to show me what i’m missing, by stalking and bugging me”, you rambled a bit fast, hoping he could follow. You weren’t sure if you could say it another time again. “So my friend had this ‘great’ idea to ask some guy to be my fake boyfriend for tonight. And she choose you”. As the last words left your mouth, you looked at him for the first time again. You were greeted with a confused looking ginger, mouth slightly gaping open. “You want me to be what?”, he said a bit absently. His mind clearly wandering off to some deep thoughts. The more you tried to find a reasonable explanation for this all, the less confident you started to feel. “I know it sounds insane, but.. She didn’t knew another way to get him off my back”. His following silence made you even more anxious. You just had screwed up your little friendship you had with him. Your eyes switched up to his, not even realizing you had been staring at your own shoes during the whole conversation. You saw him starting at you with a vague expression. “It’s a stupid idea.. you know what.. forget about i-”, you started to ramble again. “No, I’ll do it”, he interrupted you abruptly. “Really?”, you asked, not expecting anyone to agree to this stupid plan. “Yeah, I always thought he was a stupid, cocky idiot. I would love to see his dumb face when he sees us together”, he stepped closer to you, spotting your ex roaming through the crowd. Probably searching for you, or for his next snog victim. “Also, how could I deny the chance to be a beautiful girl’s fake boyfriend”, he added with a mischievous grin on his face. You laughed at his goofiness. Of course Fred Weasley wouldn’t let the chance pass to take the piss with someone. He happily grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards somewhere else. “Come, let’s introduce you to my friends”. This made your frown in confusion. You already had met them before. Even having plenty of conversations with them. “I already know them”, you stated amusingly. “I know, but we need to start somewhere”. You shook your head while a smile formed onto your lips. This was going to be a hell of a night, filled with pure chaos.

The two of you earned strange looks from his friends who were sat near the stairs, such as George, Angelina, Lee and some others. This plan would pull more attention than you had anticipated. “So, do I need to ask it, or are you going to tell me it yourself, mate?”, George asked his brother, looking at your intertwined hands. This made his twin laugh, before he looked at you for a conformation that he was allowed to explain the situation. You nodded shyly, softly squeezing his hand. They all knew your ex’s reputation. It wasn’t a good one, but to your surprise he still managed to get girls to make out with him. As he told them the story, he reassuringly held your hand. Not dangly and loose, like most boys seemed to do. He actually held it, properly held it. His grip was just strong enough to feel it, but not too harsh that he would crush your bones. You had to admit, you quite liked it. You were even surprised to feel his soft thumb moving back and forth over the back of your hand. You liked how he didn’t abused this opportunity to take advantage of you. He truly made sure if you were alright.

“That’s brilliant. I didn’t knew you were such the prankster, (Y/n)”, George laughed. You smiled weakly at him, still being very anxious of how the night would go. “If you got any other ideas for future mischief, let us know. We always could use new ideas”, George grinned, still very amused of the whole situation. “Well, I wasn’t the master mind behind this. Those credits go to my friend”, you said a bit awkward. “Don’t let them drag you in too deep though”, Angelina joked, “The boys get more detention than you can image”. “I’ll try, even though it sounds appealing”, You tried to joke around a bit, but couldn’t quite shake off all the nerves. Something Fred had noticed. So he softly squeezed your hand, pulling you a little bit closer to his side in hopes to make the rest of your stiffness disappear.

“Oi, mates. I think we have been spotted”, Lee interrupted your small encounterment. Your heart immediately started to pounder. You subtly turned your head, to see your ex standing a bit closer to the group you found yourself in. He stood with his foot against a wall, a drink raised in his hand. A few girls surrounded his figure, all trying to impress him. But his attention only was on you. Now and then he took a big gulp of his drink, adding more to his already drunken state. Fred pulled his hand away from yours, which made you fear he would quite the plan. But instead he wrapped his arms around your waist. You noticed how he hesitated at first, but from where your ex was standing it looked smooth and confident. He softly pulled you into his side, all while making sure you were okay with it. “Hey Eric”, he said and waved shortly to him. This made you sink into his side, your face burring in his chest. “No, don’t pull attention”, you groaned quietly. “Don’t worry about it, love. He won’t get the chance to do anything to you”, he said softly, while hugging you closer to him. Your ex returned his attention back on the girls, annoyed at his previous sight. With that Fred softly let loose of you, giving you more personal space again. “Who wants another drink”, he asked, getting a reaction out of everyone. He nodded towards George and Lee to help him carry them.

So Angelina took this opportunity to talk to you alone, while the others were busy with their own conversations. “What a night, huh?”, she said while stepping a bit closer to you. You simply nodded, unsure of what to do. “Also, your plan is amazing. Eric deserves it”, she went on. “I hope it works though”, you said while playing with the hem of your shirt. She nodded understandable. “Just make sure he doesn’t fall too hard”, she stated, making your look utterly confused. “What do you mean?”, you said slow, eyebrows knitting together. You really weren’t getting where this came from. She pressed her lips together, trying to find the right words to explain it with. “I think Fred likes you. I don’t know for sure though. We never talk about those things, but he doesn’t seem unhappy at all with this whole pretending thing going on”. A part of you wanted to believe her, but a big part didn’t. He could never like you. The two of you barely knew one another. Yes, you had talked plenty of times, even helped them with a couple of pranks and been a victim of them many times too. But you couldn’t be considered as close. “You know how he can get when he gets the opportunity to prank someone”, you said, trying to make no big deal out of this. It would only result in you overthinking and overanalyzing things. Which was the complete opposite of what you wanted. “Oh, I know”, she smiled sweetly at you, “But this time it seems different”. Angelina winked at you, before she went back to her spot on the stairs. A subtle sign to show the boys were returning back. But this action also left you with a wandering mind. This all came so sudden. It felt like you were hit in the head. You stayed inside your head for a bit, until you felt a soft hand touch your arm. You shook yourself out of your absent state, happily accepting the drink, which you immediately took a big gulp off to stop your racing thoughts.

Fred guided you towards the stairs, making you sit closer with his friends. You listened to everyone’s stories, laughing and joking around a bit. Just enjoying yourself. Fred had sat himself down a stair tread higher than you, his legs on either side of your body. He suggested you to lean back a bit which you gladly did, feeling the first signs of alcohol kicking in. You leaned your arm onto his leg, feeling pretty comfortable being this close to Fred. It made you feel warm and cozy. It made you forget your worries for a few moments. You smiled happily, humming in satisfaction, as you leaned a bit further into his body. You could smell his sweet scent of cinnamon, a freshly burning fire place and a hit of his cologne. His soft hand grabbed onto yours, making you tilt your head slightly upwards so you could look at him. You raised your eyebrow, not knowing why he was being affectionate all of sudden. But your expression was enough for him to know what question you would ask. “What? Got to keep all the eyes on us when we are dancing”, he said casually, leaning a bit closer to your head so you could hear him more properly. “Dancing?”, you asked confused, but amused at the same time. None of you were so drunk that you wouldn’t be able to stand. But you sure felt the effect of the amount of drinks you already had. You were feeling dizzy, light-head and you were also a bit more wonky than usual, making you even clumsier. He took the glass out of your other hand, and gave it to his friends together with his. “We need to entertain our lurkers, don’t we”, he said while pulling you up. You looked confused at first, but soon noticed a group of girls gossiping near your ex. “Are you ready, my lady?”, Fred asked, offering his hand for you to take it. You laughed at his fake royal accent, allowing him to lead you to a free spot on the dance floor. “Wooh, Kill it”, you heard Lee cheering from afar. This only making you laugh even more.

You both started to dance sillily to the upbeat music, letting the rhythm flowing through your body. You were laughing and having fun, before all too soon the song faded and changed into a slow dance. A song unbelievably slow compared to the ones that were played all night. “That’s odd”, Fred commented confused, looking at the people leaving the dance room. “Oh come on, you can’t tell me George and Lee didn’t manipulated the jukebox”, you nagged jokingly. “Well, I wouldn’t deny that”, he grinned back, knowing his brother and friend all too well. He really regretted, letting them in on his secret. Of course they would tease him about it. Subtly to not spoil the news, but enough to torture him. Fred felt his cheeks warm up a bit, not entirely sure if he should step closer to you. He didn’t want to overstep some boundaries. He didn’t want to ruin the chance of growing closer to you, even if it was just as friends.

- To be continued -

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Birds and Other Supernatural Phenomenons

Okay, so the first two chapters turned out to be a little dry, but I have big hopes for the third one, so... hang on there! Yes, I know the first few paragraphs are flat, I tried to make them better, and I failed miserably.

IMPORTANT: This is an AU, so things are a teeny bit different. The Francoise-Dupont is an eight-year grammar school (those are a thing in Europe, or at least in a few countries. The kids start middle school and go to the same school until high school graduation, so its both a middle school and a high school in one. Foreign languages are usually thaught there on a higher level, so that explains Marinette's and her class' language skills.)

That's it so far, most changes will be written down in the story, but keep an eye on the summaries! ;) (Even though no one reads these.)

This is also posted on my AO3 account, under the same name.

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Ch. 2: This Was a Bad Idea

Their plane didn't crash.

That was about the only good thing Marinette could think of.

It all started when she and Adrien were forced to sit next to each other during the flight. It wasn't that bad, but things have been a little... tense between them lately. Even though Marinette forgave him a long time ago, she still felt a sense of betrayal every time she had to fight an akuma alone. She knew it was wrong. She had no right to prevent others from being happy. Especially not her friends, but she couldn't help it.

So they sat next to each other, and the first half-hour was spent with Marinette awkwardly staring out of the window and playing with her braid nervously, while Adrien was pretending to read a book, - very poorly, given that he only turned the page five times in thirty minutes. Marinette was counting it.

What a pleasing situation.

Then, of course, Lila got bored of talking about her experience with planes and started throwing around phrases like 'helping defeat the Joker', 'out-riddling the Riddler' and 'knowing who Red Robin is'.

During the past two years, her lies have gotten smaller. Smarter. More innocent. They were no longer fourteen, they didn't believe anything she said, and she realized that. After Lila swore to ruin Marinette's life, Hawkmoth's attacks got stronger and Marinette got... well, older, probably. Wiser. ( Sadder. ) Sometimes she still called her out on her lies, and on a few blissful occasions, her classmates believed her. She wasn't the only one who got wiser, as it turned out. Adrien started to see the wrong in his ways not long after he told Marinette that Lila was harmless and stood up for her almost every time the Italian girl's lies got too toxic to ignore.

There was some kind of quiet compromise between her classmates. They liked Lila, even if she wasn't always "completely honest" - that was the understatement of the year -, and they all had this "proceed with care but do no harm" attitude towards the girl.

So Marinette was pretty surprised when sitting only two seats behind her, Lila once again started feeding them lies so blatant and stupid that they almost managed to make her laugh. It would've been a long and sarcastic laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.

She turned to Adrien who was looking back at her with an expression somewhere between angry and surprised. They stared at each other for a few seconds before they both started grinning uncontrollably.

Then Nino interrupted Lila by showing the group his newest playlist, and the moment was gone.

The awkward silence was threatening to drown them, but Marinette was familiar with drowning and decided she didn't like it.

"What are you pretending to read?" Adrien's ears turned red at the question but being himself, he tried to play it off cool.

" Armada by Ernest Cline."

She raised a brow, clearly amused by that. "Since when are you into sci-fi?"

"Since it was the first thing I could grab from the bookshelf this morning," he told her with a shrug and closed the book moodily.

Marinette grimaced at him and took a small copy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes out of her bag. Adrien told her to check it out a long time ago, but given her lack of free time, she's only read two stories so far.

She gave it to him without a word.

"Thanks," he said brightly, and actually started reading this time.

Marinette gave him the ghost of a smile, then pulled out her sketchbook hesitantly. She hasn't designed a decent piece of clothing in ages. One would've called it a year-long artist's block, but she preferred "idiocy". It was shorter.

She fell asleep like that, with an empty sketchbook on her lap and a pencil in her hand.

***

Their hotel was near the Gotham Academy, which was near Arkham Asylum, which sucked. Seriously, Gotham? Yeah, let's put the kids next to the murderous psychopaths.

Once they arrived, it was already well past nine PM, so they were sent to their rooms to sleep. They had three rooms for the girls, two with four beds and one with two. Luckily, Marinette managed to occupy the double-room all to herself - Mylene, Chloe, Juleka, and Alix got a room together, and Alya, Rose, Lila, and Sabrina got the other-, so it was pretty easy to sneak out after she realized there was no way for her to stay still after sleeping on the plane.

Being inside past ten o'clock felt weird. She missed the patrols and the light breeze on her face while she swang around Paris, the sensation of falling freely from hundreds of meters, the calm of the environment as she made impossible leaps and jumps in a graceful rhythm.

With no better things to do, she pulled a blanket out of the closet and climbed to the roof.

That night, the sky was more blue than black, and the stars were dull from the city's polluted air. She sat there for who-knows-how-long, wrapped in a blanket, looking upwards, listening to the unfamiliar city beneath. Then she heard quiet footsteps behind her back.

Over the years, she learned the difference between the sounds of someone walking casually and someone trying to muffle their steps, just like she usually knew what kind of shoes they wore, their gender, and approximate height too. These were the steps of a thin man, probably young in leatherette boots, trying to sneak up on her and failing miserably. She let him come close and didn't bother to let him know she was aware of his presence.

"What does a young lady like you do here at this time of the day?" he asked in a charming but threatening voice, and Marinette had to suppress a smile at how badly he did it. She knew she should send him away, or go back to her room before he tries something that gets him ended up on the asphalt beneath them, but she was bored, and he seemed like a very entertaining person.

Instead, she answered just tonelessly enough for it to be challenging, but innocently enough to make him question it.

"Stargazing."

The man - more like a boy - stopped just a step behind her back, unsure how to proceed. Then he let out a resigned sigh and sat down next to her, far enough to not be in stabbing range - smart decision.

"No, seriously, it's past midnight and you're sitting on a roof, eighteen stories from the ground, in Gotham," he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the building and looking at her with genuine concern.

Marinette finally looked at him and recognized him almost immediately. He was wearing a black hoodie and a ski mask, with jeans and dark boots.

"Oh, you're the Dark Nomad, right?" She's read about him on the plane, just like she checked out and memorized every hero and villain in Gotham. There were a few.

The Dark Nomad was one of the small, relatively harmless ones. His mother worked in the Asylum - they didn't know who she was exactly, just that she worked there -, he didn't actually do much except for exiguous vandalism, but it was enough to get him on the " List of Gotham's Villains (updated every week) " published by the city's very own newspaper, the Gotham Gazette .

"The one and only," he saluted awkwardly.

"Then you're pretty good with psychology, right?"

He seemed a little taken back by the question.

"Yes, I mean... I guess."

Marinette turned to him with her whole body, sitting cross-legged, looking like someone who is looking forward to a great conversation. This was so much better than she thought.

"What do you think about the phenomenon where the people with higher-than-average IQ have lower-than-average EQ, but if someone has lower-than-average IQ, they most likely have average or lower-than-average EQ?"

Dark Nomad just stared at her for a moment but then decided to roll with it. It really was a good topic.

"Well, it's interesting because... it's not like you have a maximum of quotient points, and you've to live with what you have. It depends on a lot of things, and we still don't even know what half of those things are."

"Exactly! It could mean you need a high IQ to be able to understand and feel emotions healthily, but it's not always necessary, plus the trope of the genius robot-person is way too overused in media. That's not how smart people think!"

"Yeah, and in some cases, the low EQ could be the consequence of loneliness and isolation from a young age because of the differences in one's and the environment's thinking," Dark Nomad said, gesticulating widely.

"And by the way, EQ is pretty hard to express with numbers. If you give a test to someone, they might know what the appropriate responses to a situation are, but they might never actually... do them in practice."

Dark Nomad nodded.

"Have you read Daniel Goleman's books about emotional intelligence? It's pretty dope."

"Not yet, but I'm planning on it."

"By the way... I'm Jeremy," said the boy, sitting closer to her and reaching out for a handshake.

"Marinette," she told him with a genuine smile, accepting his hand.

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Ice Breakers (Hockey Player!Timothée C. x Figure Skating!Reader) Chapter Two

WARNINGS: none

SUMMARY: working harder than ever, and turning down Timmy has made you fragile again, not to mention Justin being Justin too.

A/N: I’m glad you are enjoying this! I’ll try to post a new chapter every week, thanks for the love and support! Feedback is appreciated. I’m also taking request, like headcannons or small one shots or scenarios of hockey player Timmy with the reader, so ask away!

MASTERLIST

Off ice training was harder, and even though you were exhausted you still went to work, everything there was going smoothly, and you had to pay rent and your classes so there was no questioning going.

Work was full when you arrived, your feet and body ached, and Justin appearing with a bunch of his friends before closing did not make it better.

“Give me the keys, I’ll stay here with them” you reluctantly gave him the keys. You walked towards the back room to sit for a while before taking off your apron. Justin walked inside and watched you.

“What?” You spat

“I just wanted to invite you to my small… gathering” a woman appeared and hugged him from behind, encouraging him to go back with the others.

“No thanks, I’m tired”

You pushed past them “Suit yourself” you heard him said as you opened the door, cold embracing you as you walked out with a final glance towards him.

You woke up for the fourth time that night, looking at the clock you groaned, it was 5 in the morning. You tried to sleep again but failed miserably. For some weird reason you have not been able to sleep, and you were tired.

After 30 minutes you finally gave up, stood up and got changed. You grabbed you bag and walked outside, embracing cold once again as you made your way towards the ice rink. With two coffees in hand you walked towards the entrance, smiling at Bob, the guy that cleaned the ice.

“We’re not open yet” he said, you showed him the coffee and he sighed, letting you in.

“Welcome back miss Y/L” you smiled at him and went to put your skates on.

The ice crunched deliciously underneath your skates, you smiled at the familiar feeling. It was empty and quiet, skating to an imaginary song as you finally relaxed.

Timothée looked at Bob and he just shrugged his shoulders showing him his cup of coffee, he smiled and stepped inside the rink, only to find your familiar silhouette moving gracefully around the ice. He silently watched you with a small smile on his face, the morning glow reflecting on the ice made you heavenly as you kept on moving, the light making you shine brightly made his heart skip a beat again.

“Can’t say I’m surprised to see you here” startled, you looked behind, Timothée was skating towards you with a smile on his face.

“Morning” You said, he stopped abruptly, covering your legs with ice.

“I hate it when you do that” you said, “Remember how you used to interrupt my routines throwing snowballs at me?”

He laughed “I do” his eyes trailed over your face, already concerned at the purple settled underneath your E/C eyes.

“You look terrible” he said “I mean, not terrible, just like- like you had no rest last night”

“Thank you” You answered with a laugh “Had a rough night”

“Why?” You shrugged your shoulders “Don’t know, maybe I’ve been stressed”

“Anytime you want me to help you with that, just call me” he winked and wiggled his eyebrows, you laughed and pushed him playfully “You’re gross”

“What are you even doing here so early?” You asked him, you were both lying on the ice looking up at the ceiling, the cold pressing against your back made goosebumps appear on your neck and exposed collarbone, you looked at him and he did the same.

“Because I knew you’d be here” you blushed and looked at the ceiling again, you could feel him staring at you.

“Hey, maybe today we- “

“Kids! Get off the ice, I have to clean it before everyone gets here”

You sat up and looked at Timothée, standing up before him and offering him a hand, which he gladly took. You skated out as the Zamboni cleaned the ice. Timothée cleared his throat and you looked at him.

“I was saying…” he paused “Maybe later we could do something” he looked away and your looked softened.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Timmy…”

“Why?”

Your sad look threw him off but before you could answer your coach called you over.

“I’m sorry Timmy I have to go”

You walked again, and Timmy looked at you as you disappeared again on in the ice, worry swimming through his head.

Your class was over before you knew, you were already untying your skates, feeling the judging stares of the other moms. The hairs in your spine were tingling in discomfort and you felt tears pooling in your eyes at the feeling.

“Hey” Anna’s hand on you back brought air back inside your lungs and you smiled at her looking up.

“Justin didn’t come in today” you looked around puzzled, only to cross eyes with his angry partner. You gave her an apologetic smile and she did the same.

“My class went smoothly thanks to that though” Anna laughed “Maybe I’ll know what happened at work”

“If you do, text me what happened as soon as you can”

You laughed “God I missed you” you breathed “Of course I will”

And with a wicked smile, you left for work.

“Y/N! Just the girl I wanted to see”

The other employees looked at you nervously as you walked towards them, anxiety already crawling beneath your skin wondering what your boss wanted.

“Is there anything I can help you with sir?” You asked, wiping your sweaty palms on your apron.

“Actually, there is” he stood up, pulling Justin up from his chair by his arm, you eyed them nervously.

“You know, my son” he looked at Justin, anger hidden behind his calm tone “Threw a… small gathering here the other night”

You nodded.

“Well, you teach him a lesson, I decided to give him a job here with you as his supervisor”

Fuck.

You groaned internally and forced a smile “Of course sir”

“It’s settled them” he pushed Justin towards you, your angry eyes looking at him, he did the same.

“I’ll leave you to it then, hope he learns his lesson”

After that, he turned around and walked out.

“I can’t believe this” you angrily walked away, Justin right behind you. Once inside the staff room you turned to him, anger pulling off your body in waves.

“What the fuck Justin?” You exhaled, looking around for a uniform for him.

“What? As my dad said, it was a small gathering”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. Pulling out a uniform you threw it at him.

“Get changed, meet me outside”

“You can’t boss me around!”

“According to your dad, I can, so do as I say quickly” you walked out closing the door.

Justin stared at the door, and then at the uniform.

Half an hour later, Justin was nowhere to be found, you had just finished attending a table, so you decided to see what he was doing.

Opening the door, you felt as angry as you had ever been.

“What the fuck!?” Justin looked up from his phone at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you”

“Listen Justin, I’m honestly not happy that I have to baby sit you- “

“Hey!”

“Let me finish!” He closed his mouth and looked at you “But just try not to be an asshole and help! Maybe if you do it then you’ll be off my back soon”

“Fine” he rolled his eyes “Where do I start?”

“I can’t believe you’re making me clean the restrooms”

“Shut up and scrub” he groaned but kept going.

“Look for me when you’re done, if I see you get better maybe you’ll start being a waiter, deal?” He nodded.

“You won’t believe what happened yesterday”

Anna looked at you, telling you to go on.

“Justin’s dad told me to baby sit Justin at work to teach him a lesson”

“No way! Why’s that?”

“Apparently, a party got out of hand two night ago, that’s why he wasn’t here yesterday”

“Typical Justin”

“Tell me about”

Hushed voices made you look away from Anna, you rolled your eyes. “What are they gossiping about now?”

Anna looked towards the group of moms and frowned.

“Fuck, I forgot to tell you”

“What?”

“Do you remember Amber?”

“Yeah…” your voice dropped a little “What about her?”

“Well, last year she went to Russia for a skating camp or some shit like that, we all thought she wasn’t coming back but apparently, she’s back this week”

“Just when I thought my week couldn’t get any worse”

“Don’t stress babe, I know your story with her was harsh, but you have to ignore her! Don’t let her bitchy ass to stop you from getting what you want”

You smiled “I won’t, but I think I’ll talk with my therapist about this”

“You totally should”

She stood up and grabbed your hand “Let’s go train hard”

Sitting comfortably in front of your therapist you took a breath.

“What actually happened between you and Amber?”

“We were really good friends” you started “But she suddenly turned into someone else, she was a bitch with me, so I got tired of how she treated me and just… kept my distance”

“And now she’s back” you nodded. “I think you should listen to Anna, ignore Amber, focus on yourself like you are doing now… remember, you don’t want toxic people back”

“I will”

“And about Timothée…” you nervously looked around “I think you should give him a chance”

“I don’t know if I’m ready again…”

“Also, give yourself a break… and remember, if he really loves you, he’s going to help you and respect your choices”

“He’ll help you move on; you can’t do everything on your own”

You nodded, “Thank you”.

#timothee #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #ice breakers

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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A PR stunt, pt.2 (S.M.)

Summary: Shawn’s PR stunt was meant to further his career, but it damaged his relationship irreversibly. However, he can’t let things be without at least trying to make things right.

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 1730

A/N - this is the first fic in line for Part 2s week. Enjoy!

A PR Stunt, pt.1

Shawn stared at the whole in wall, his hand completely ruined. Knuckles red and swollen, his eyes matching them, hair a mess of curls on top of his head. Hell, his look was the least messy thing about him when Andrew walked in.

“What did you do to yourself?” Andrew sighs, not bothering to shout at him. Shawn definitely didn’t need him to add onto his misery. In all his years with his favorite client, friend, brother – Andrew never found him in such a state. He wasn’t stupid, adding things up pretty quickly in his head. He told Shawn that the PR stunt would be good for his career, he recommended it. But he also warned him that in such times where distance and a third party are involved, hearts tend to break. Relationships are never as solid as you deem them to be and Shawn decided not to listen.

“She left me.” Shawn croaked out, trying to create a proper fist with his hand before hissing in pain, his eyes closing in agony of more than just physical hurt.

“And you decide to break your hand for it? Night of the show?” Andrew shakes his head, hands on his hips because as much as he wants to be calm, his nerves are at an all-time high. But Shawn didn’t care.

What Shawn thought about, what he cared about, it remained back north – in Canada.

In the past three years of knowing Y/N, he spent two of them being a complete idiot – a blind man in spite of the brightest light staring back right at him. He never saw her as more than a friend, someone to rely on, to have even in the darkest of times. She was the one he’d call when he’s too drunk to drive, babbling about his latest conquest in the process and all the while, she’d just run her fingers through his hair and smile softly down as his head burned a hole in her lap. She always had some wisdom to share, something funny to say, a kind gesture to give and she did it all…selflessly.

He took that for granted. All of it.

But one night he finally saw her – the way she’d tilt her head to the left ever so slightly when he speaks, and only when he speaks. The way her nose scrunches up when she disagrees with someone’s argument, but waits patiently for them to finish in order to offer her insight. The way her lips purse when she’s holding back a smile when he says something in an attempt to woo her, but actually embarrasses himself completely…Even the way she furrows her eyebrows and a small, horizontal line appears right before them, like a tiny bridge that holds all her anger in but disappears the moment her eyebrows return to their usual position.

Y/N is the person that doesn’t hold a grudge, incapable of cutting people off no matter how toxic they may be. She is selfless, kind and openhearted, her mercy knows no bounds. But it found its end, for the first time for as long as Shawn knew her. She decided to cut him off, to end their relationship, to say goodbye to him and that is everything he needs to break. People like Y/N never give up on people and she gave up on him…that speaks volume of how wrongly he treated her.

“Andrew, I want to go home. I need to talk to her.” Rubbing his forehead with his left hand, Shawn runs his curls back and away from his face in frustration.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Andrew tries to reason with him, his own heart aching for the young man before him because such heartbreak is sure to make him crumble…but in Andrew’s mind this pain will be useful. Artists who suffer always deliver heartfelt lyrics, incredible art that lives on much longer than the generic happy ones. In his mind, this break up is a goldmine.

“BUT I WANT TO SEE HER. Even for a moment. Even if she’ll slap me silly for thinking for one moment I was worthy of her. Because I wasn’t. I knew it. All along. I’ve finally proven it.” Shawn stands, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, the taste making him cringe and then sigh.

“Doctor first, show second, plane right after?” Andrew offers, giving the kid one chance to do what he wants, counting on the plan to fail miserably which will only deepen the sting of his wound.

Giving up, Shawn agrees, knowing he has to uphold his duties to his fans. After all, he wanted to make people happy and in a way, he hoped it would ease his own worries.

At the end of the night, his hand was broken. He couldn’t play the show, but he didn’t mind giving his all when he sang his heart out, even dedicating ‘Fix you’ to Y/N without thinking twice about it. The fans asked about his hand, his only response being ‘I’m an idiot’ to avoid speaking about what truly ails him.

But once he got on the plane, his stomach turned to knots.

He wondered what he could say to make things better. If he could truly fix their relationship, mend their broken trust. He wondered if Y/N was completely lost to him.

Although he hated that, Shawn knew he would have to play her, manipulate her kindness to his own benefit as selfishly as he always does. He knew that she would be lost to him otherwise. So he will lie, manipulate, do whatever – just this once, one last time.

The ride from the airport is a blur in his mind, having trouble connecting pictures and sounds, finding himself an anxious mess – desperate and willing to do anything to stop the pain in his chest, even for a moment.

Knocking on the door with his left fist, twice firmly and the third being suspended in air as he hears the faint ‘Come in’ from the other side. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, wanting to come in with his usual speech prepared about how she can’t do that because the world is filled with people who have anything but good intentions and letting someone in without checking who it is might be the stupidest thing in the world. But he doesn’t. He can’t do that when that very stupid thing is why he’ll enter her apartment and have a chance to speak to her.

He walks in, looking around the dark apartment, the only light coming from her kitchen – the light he always left on and she would always lecture him about it. He stumbles on her doorstep, groaning lowly before venturing inside. The sound of his song is unmistakable, giving him something to follow in order to find the girl who stood with her back turned and her hair down, lazily falling down her back. The thing is, she never wears her hair down at home.

“Did you mean it?” Her voice startles him, his gasp passing his lips inadvertently. His heart hammered against his rib cage, giving him certainty it isn’t dead like he feared. His heart is very much alive and it belongs to her alone…it beats for her and no one else.

“How? What?” He manages to mumble out, running his fingers through his hair, holding his hand to his stomach. The pain radiating from it is great, but he refused any painkillers before speaking to her. He didn’t want to be in a haze during what could very well be the last time he speaks to her. He wanted to remember everything about her, from the way she looks to the way she sounds, smells, moves.

Turning around, she frowns, her eyebrows knitting and that horizontal line appearing.

“I know your walk. You step with your entire foot at once, always managing to somehow trip on the doorstep. Which you did. I know you did, even if you think you don’t. And I’m talking about what you said at the concert. Did you mean what you said?” Just as she finishes, the words he spoke earlier sound through.

“Some of you have come to believe I am dating my new friend, but that’s not true. The kiss you’ve witnessed, all of it…it was just footage or a new video. But it hurt some of you. Angered some of you. It ruined the best thing I’ve ever had in this life – my relationship with Y/N. Whom I actually do love. Do cherish. Do take for granted at times. I don’t deserve you love, I don’t. But if you’re listening, know I love you more than anything and I am sorry. I truly am. And this song, as all songs I sing, is dedicated to you.”

“That. Did you mean that?” She repeats her question, her eyes void of emotion despite them rimming red, the smeared mascara under her eyes betraying what she suffered.

“Every word and more.” Shawn confirms, stepping closer only to find an obstacle in her outstretched hand, her palm pressing into his chest.

“Okay.” She breathes out, pausing to look up at his face and the deeply pink cheeks she loved to tease him about.

“When do you have to go back?” She asks, surprising him, but not entirely. A part of him knew she’d want to try and fix things, the speech itself being a manipulative technique.

“Tomorrow noon. But are we okay?” Shawn whispers, placing his left hand over her smaller one on his chest, clasping it in his gently.

“I don’t know. Maybe we will be. Eventually. But I don’t know now.” She sighs, tucking herself into his side, embracing him with all the strength she could muster. She held him tightly all through the night, until his heart stopped tearing itself and hers took in all his pain. He could feel the dull ache still, but he felt more certain about his future now.

Even as he left, Y/N decided to come along and send him off. As she always did. While their relationship wasn’t magically fixed overnight, it began to mend. Soon, Y/N will join him on tour, the trust will rebuild and with it, they will find their way back to who they were. No...To something better, more solid and everlasting.

Tags: @accalialionheart @esoltis280 @ourlittleshawnie @heyits-claire

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes x y/n

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princeescaluswords · 4 years

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Continuing on the theme of "power isn't everything, nor is it exactly what you think" did stans miss that Derek was actually unhappy during his alpha tenure? And happiness came when he forgave himself, grew, and found new love? When he let go of toxicity? When he actually treated Scott like a brother like he professed in season 1? Power comes from our loved ones, and standing up against oppressive forces. So, why are they stuck on keeping Derek alpha? Just kidding, I know why

In my opinion, there are three primary reasons why certain stans are stuck on keeping Derek as an alpha. One of them is racism, which is the one I think you were referring to; one of them is heteronormativity, which is as easy to parse as it is still prevalent;[ and the final one is the fetishization of suffering, which is a byproduct of Christian thought misapplied to our culture.

None of these arguments are going to win me any friends.

To me, the racism aspect is very clear. While Derek losing the Alpha power had nothing to do with Scott’s actions and everything to do with Derek’s rejecting power for its own sake, his loss narratively paralleled Scott’s ascension, so in the minds of certain members of the fandom, there was implied causation. Theories appeared that Scott ‘stole’ Derek’s power, usually through Deaton’s manipulation of the Nemeton sacrifice (however that worked), even though Scott was already manifesting True Alpha potential in Season 1.

There was no other indication that anyone really consider this a possibility. Derek was supportive of Scott as alpha. He was the first person in the series to actually describe what made Scott special, which wasn’t the use of power, but Scott’s compassion, humility, and resiliency. As for the title of alpha changing hands, Derek himself remarked “It happens” when questioned by Scott on the change of the alpha power from Laura to Peter. (Only Peter had a problem with Scott as alpha, and that was less Scott as alpha than Peter not being alpha.)

Yet parts of the fandom insist that Derek retain his alpha status, even though he failed at it and was miserable while being alpha, even after he became so much happier (and more effective!) without it, is because, as I’ve talked about before, the audience has been trained to see the highest status as rightfully belonging to upper middle-class or upper class white families. Decades have taught them that is who is supposed to be in charge, so the fact that Derek doesn’t have this status and Scott does is unsettling to them. (This is also why you see so many human alpha Stiles stories, when Stiles doesn’t have the leadership ability God gave a dachshund.)

A lot of shipping also requires Derek to remain an alpha. This comes from holdovers of the “best suitor” model of romance and heterosexual love that dominated our culture for centuries. They identify with Stiles, so they believe that Stiles deserves to be won by the best suitor,’ and conversely, Derek deserves to be the the best suitor for Stiles. That’s part of the romance – celebrating the perfect couple, finding the perfect match between the dashing man and the blushing girl he chooses to make his. How can Derek sweep Stiles off his feet and fulfill all his needs if he’s not the best? Think about it - if the goal of the romance is to get the best man, then the female-analog’s goal should be to want the best, the hot-shot, cocky, muscular millionaire race-car driver, not the balding, mumbling accountant who collects seashells. The best, in the werewolf world, is the alpha, so Derek must be the alpha in order to fulfill this ancient and tired role in their fantasies.

Finally, United States culture has been influenced by Christian thought misapplied – in this case, the concept of virtue in misery. It is through the Passion that all humans are saved, it is often by martyrdom that sinners become saints. Christian thought intended this to apply to spiritual status, not secular power. Disabled people fight with this remnant every day when well-meaning people apply this concept to their physical lives. ‘Your suffering must have made you so strong.” No, suffering is suffering.

But this misapplied concept persists, permeating our society. In terms of this fandom, it serves to make Derek the logical choice to be rewarded. Derek had his family killed, endured Paige, was raped by Kate, betrayed by Peter, tried to form a pack only to see it torn apart, and then was manipulated by Jennifer. He’s suffered a lot, but the show insisted that doesn’t make him a good person or even worthy of being an alpha. Nothing underlines the show’s concept more than this scene:

Isaac: Why’d you do this to us, Derek? Was it all about the power? Were you bored? Were you lonely?

Derek: Maybe.

Derek’s loneliness, regret and misery doesn’t justify the actions he took for the writers of the show, but it does for parts of the fandom because of the cultural bias toward the idea that misery ennobles. Derek should be alpha because he suffered the most – his secular power should be a reward for all he has endured. Thus the endless tags of “Derek deserves nice things.”

This runs counter to the theme of the show that trauma is trauma – it doesn’t justify anything. It doesn’t empower anything. The fact that Derek’s anchor is anger over his tragedies is presented as a bad thing. The fact that Scott’s anchor is Allison – a person whom he loves despite all the pain her family causes him – is held up as a good thing. When that anchor goes, Scott’s anchor is replaced by faith in himself, and he finds that by not allowing the significant trauma he’s gone through to embitter him, to dim his optimism, or to shatter his faith in other people. Scott becomes a True Alpha not through embracing his suffering but by overcoming it. When terrible things happen to him (and they do), he gets back up and works to make things better. Derek and Brett literally give speeches about it. Scott, when mentoring Liam on leadership, says the same thing.

By the by, this is one of the reasons anti-Scott stans feel the need to claim that Scott didn’t suffer anything. To them, if Scott doesn’t suffer anything bad, than he can’t be ennobled and thus he’s not deserving. It’s also partly why members of the fandom claim that Derek was a ‘clone’ or mocked him as ‘zen Derek’ when he was no longer a tightly wound ball of misery in Season 3B, 4, and 6. To them, secular power is dependent on the depth of misery, determined by the Trauma Olympics.

#teen wolf meta #derek hale #teen wolf fandom problems #scott mccall defense squad #scott mccall

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kindcstguardian · 4 years

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ABOUT: Daria Novak.

cw: depression, suicidal thoughts, antidepressants, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, self-destructive behavior.

I’ve been so good, Why am I feeling empty? I’ve been so good but it still getting harder. Why... are you asking me why? My days and nights are filled with disappointment. Fine, oh no, everything’s fine.

Daria is a complex character and I don’t get that many opportunities to go in-depth about her. In most threads she’s friendly, joking around, your cheerful next door girl who happens to love sports too much... but that’s not even SCRATCHING the surface of who she truly is.

She struggles with severe / clinical depression, she had attempted to end her life before ( THROUGH HANGING, which is why Daniel doesn’t keep long cables, chords, rope, chains, ANYTHING remotely close in shape ) because she feels like a dead weight to her brother and everyone surrounding her. After her parents died right before her in a car accident that the whole family took part in, after Daniel managed to drag them both out and call the emergency number, all she had ever felt is NEVER ENDING GUILT.

Because Daniel was the only family member she had left, because he had to struggle to finish highschool and ignore his scholarship in law. Because he had to start working during highschool and keep attending classes, because he had so much to do with only eighteen years old. She felt useless, an useless little kid who could do nothing on her own aside FAKING HAPPINESS so her older brother could have one good thing in his life, so he could feel that he was doing the right thing even though she didn’t feel she was worth the trouble, she was a dead weight. He could do so much better if she just wasn’t there to drag him down.

She studied, she practiced her violin, she did sports. Whatever not to think. Without noticing, she had started a relationship with one of her closest friends named Viktor, who turned out to be abusive and overall a toxic person. But Daria genuinely believed that’s what she deserved, to be put through pain and harassment, to be insulted because she felt he was RIGHT. Because she truly, whole-heartedly is a NOBODY who had been LEECHING OFF her brother’s kindness and she wasn’t needed, she was a bother.

Right. I’ve done everything right. I’ve been so good, ‘cause I’ve worked my ass off. I’ve been so good, still, I’m lonely and stressed out.

After a failed attempt, breaking up her relationship ( Daniel going as far as to get the police involved ), a psychologist and a psychiatrist involved, Daria decided to cope by CONSTANTLY TRAINING. Sure, she might joke she is a meathead but it’s actually her coping mechanism but she over-abuses it. Daria often lies to her therapist, she often skips her medication because part of her FEARS getting better. Because she wants to FEEL BETTER INSTANTLY, as unrealistic it sounds, because she wants to stop hurting, she wants to stop the pain for good. She is so tired, she is so tired that she wants to no longer wake up and the REASON she keeps on going is that her miserable existence is the reason her brother is happy. Because Daniel BELIEVES in her, and she knows this but Daria can’t understand why, why does he keep insisting on keeping her around.

So she overworks herself, she hurts herself when training. She tripped while jogging? It’s fine, just some scratches. Her vision is blurry because she hasn’t been breathing properly? Fine, excellent, she needs to train her lungs resistance without oxygen, make it longer than a minute. Her whole body is burning and she can’t move? Certainly a lie, she can keep it up. She has to keep it up, she needs to keep on running because if she stops, if she stops for a single moment she will lose it.

But what if sad thoughts come and I can’t stop it?

Daria is scared of feeling better, she FEARS whenever something good happens to her. This can lead her to even shut off her friends, or her brother. A whole week of good things is enough to have her paranoid, to lead her to panic attacks and leaving he breathless on the floor of her room as she ponders why can’t she be BETTER than the mess that she is. To have anxiety attacks and mood swings, SNAPPING at friends or co-workers, even classmates who did nothing wrong but she CAN’T CONTROL IT. She apologizes, she cries, she yells, there are too many emotions and she can’t act ON A SINGLE ONE. Is she so useless that she can’t even do ONE THING RIGHT?

To give me some diagnosis of why I’m so hollow Please give me instructions, I promise I’ll follow You say that I’m better but I don’t feel better. The universe works in mysterious ways, but I’m starting to think it ain’t working for me.

She also feels UNWORTHY OF LOVE, she can’t love herself and she feels so broken, BEYOND REPAIR. Who could possibly love some like her? This doesn’t apply to romance only, she doesn’t feel like she deserves her friends, especially Ignis, she feels like her best friend deserves someone so much better than whatever she could dream of. Daria just doesn’t do it justice, she is not enough and she will never be enough for anyone. She couldn’t be a good sister, she couldn’t be a good girlfriend either, she can’t even be a good friend. She wants to give up, she wants to give up so badly because things don’t look bright ahead. And, in one of her bad endings, she does kill herself before she reaches twenty-five years old.

BUT THE HEALING PROGRESS IS HARD, especially for someone like her who has these problems rooted in her mind. And despite hating herself, despite everything, she tries to get a hold of the things she loves, like jogging and watching the sunrise, or playing the violin when she is incapable of communicating what she is feeling so she speaks in that way to soothe her mind. When she sneaks into her brother’s bakery kitchen and steal the freshly made cupcakes, burning her tongue in the progress, and having a good laugh when Daniel catches her. She loves her routine of sharing breakfast with Daniel, washing the dishes while they both sing a song of the radio.

Daria loves when Daniel will cuddle with her and talk about their parents, because she barely remembers them, when he tells stories she can’t remember and smile at the lost memory. She loves hanging out with Ignis and her grandma, she loves listening to the older’s stories, and she loves when Ignis shows her artwork to her. Above anything else, DARIA LOVES THE ROUTINE. It gives her a fake sense of security that she clings dearly on.

Doctor, should I be good... Should I be good this year?

#hi #i had...so many emotions #also I don't cut story or headcanons so deal with this #「 Daria Novak ／ 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘴 」#「 Daria Novak ／ ABOUT 」#「 Daria Novak ／ HEADCANON 」

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donnerpartyofone · 5 years

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i just got a whole bunch of new followers on letterboxd, and checking out who they all are really reminded me of why i don’t follow too many people on letterboxd. bad amateur writing is hard to enjoy even ironically, but there’s something about bad film writing that’s really harmful. i have hate-read so many of this one guy’s reviews that i feel embarrassed about it now. he describes himself as an “arthouse manager”, which i assume means he runs a theater, but it bothers me because nobody says “let’s go out to the arthouse tonight” without the word “theater” in there, it’s just unnatural and pretentious. so that’s red flag #1 right in his description, which is followed by red flag #2 about how he hates modern media, as if being a luddite or nostalgia freak automatically means you’re a sensitive genius. it’s probably worth mentioning a sub-red flag, which is that he also says he’s 27 years old, which has to mean that he either wants to be congratulated for being precocious somehow, or he thinks he’s going to get laid off this movie website where you can’t even post pictures of yourself, or both, i mean who fucking cares how old you are anyway, for what reason? then the first review is of DAYS OF BEING WILD, in which he describes Wong Kar-Wai as “seeking to understand what draws women to shitty, emotionally unavailable men”; i mean imagine being so full of shit that you project your own sullen incel-y “UGH WHY DO GIRLS ONLY LIKE BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH” garbage onto whatever revered works of art show up on your tv screen? this guy goes on to reveal himself in almost a strip tease fashion across many of his reviews, breaking up his pompous analyses with macho mindbenders like “i have often said that being horny is the point of life” and biographical information like about his manipulative alcoholic father. i’m not trying to say that everybody with a delinquent or dysfunctional parent is destined to have idiotic and serial killerish attitudes about intimacy, because that would condemn pretty much all of us. but, i am sadly familiar with solipsistic assholes who brandish their alleged intellectual superiority in one fist while beating the dust out of their childhood traumas with the other, and just seeing his smug letterboxd reviews tells me everything i need to know about him. hopefully he just followed me in a spammy way to get attention and will never interact, or maybe i’ll say something he finds politically disagreeable and he’ll go away.

honestly finding anybody worth following on letterboxd is kind of hard. it can be nice to read stuff by people who are just having fun and shooting straight about what they’re watching, but the site is filled with wannabe J Hobermans and Lester Bangses who are just out to prove that they own a thesaurus. they’re practically all dudes, you can smell the old spice and maker’s mark wafting out of your laptop fan when you read some of this chest-pounding nonsense. not all of them have such toxic things to say as the aforementioned douchebag, but there’s a real preponderance of users who seem to think they’re reinventing the language. the sad thing is when they really like MY writing. there’s this guy i follow who i think used to write fairly clearly, but now everything he posts looks like a burroughs cut-up with really avant garde ideas about punctuation and adjectives, and unfortunately, i think it’s on purpose. i’d unfollow him, but i feel like i can’t, because he is as nice as literally anyone has ever been about my writing. he goes so far as to give me a hard time about why i’m not a professional film critic, he’s like a ~fan~...and then i gotta ask myself, how much is my writing like HIS writing? this is where the difficulties of letterboxd start to feel worth while, in a masochistic kind of way. like, how often do i write in the same wanky bombastic fashion as these shitty little internet valedictorians who i hate so much? probably a lot! i don’t like feeling that way but i have to admit that i’m grateful for the opportunity to check myself, and possibly improve.

however good or bad i am, letterboxd is still a better place to write than tumblr. i mean tumblr is less than optimal for long form writing anyway, but it’s also a question of who the majority population is here. the other day i got a comment on a pretty old post i wrote about ANNIHILATION, a movie i found kind of smarmy and shallow. the commenter said that my points about the movie were good, BUT they would all be negated by the content of the novels on which the movie is based, and they wanted to know why i deliberately omitted this material from my analysis, as if this were a conspiracy to be unraveled. they actually asked me what the point of my post was, like what was my goal in writing only what i wrote and leaving all kinds of things out. basically. this person COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THE IDEA OF A MOVIE REVIEW. i answered them, because they had tried hard to be polite, that my movie review blog is just for movie reviews, in which i talk about what i think about movies i watch. i’m not pursuing everything related to certain intellectual properties, nor am i invested in the logic and content of Extended Universes of whatever individual movies i’m watching. i’m not mad at this person, who was asking an honest question, but i was completely dumbfounded by the question itself. i mean imagine being SO INVESTED in fandom as like a type of lifestyle that you don’t know what a movie review is anymore? like every piece of media is regarded as some sort of municipality, that belongs to a state, and is governed by certain people, and its characters are like Real People who are available for friendship, dating and more. no piece of media is just entertainment, or even an artistic statement anymore. for this person, watching a movie is something like studying civic infrastructure, except with more DIY alterations and more fetishizing of gay men. i keep trying to imagine reading three paragraphs about some middling hollywood movie that amounts to something like “i did not enjoy watching this film,” and just having no personal frame of reference AT ALL for what it means when somebody writes that down. like just not knowing what a movie review is at all, and asking the author to explain the meaning of the bizarre behavior of saying you thought some movie sucked.

why DOES anybody write about movies though? if i don’t find it normal or desirable to watch everything with an exclusive filter for who do you want to fuck and who do you want to see fucking each other, then what else am i getting at? surely i don’t see myself as a potential roger ebert or leonard maltin, especially considering the extremely limited number of celebrity film critics in the history of mankind. i’m also not Pro- the idea of sorting all movies according to some rigid standards of technical quality and deservingness, like anybody needs me to grade them after they’ve performed the nearly impossible-seeming task of even making one single movie to begin with. sometimes i stupidly start complaining about stupid responses to my writing that i get once in a while from the internet, and my shrink asks me, “what are you up to when you post this writing?” she always says i’m “up to something” when i seem to be following but willfully ignoring my subconscious drives, which i think is pretty funny. but i don’t think i’m pursuing feelings of superiority, over movies or other writers. i think i’m just trying to figure out what movies are trying to say about human existence--and they all are trying to say something, are motivated by some angst, even the really insulting ones that only offer up wish fulfillment pablum. i’m constantly trying and failing to figure out my own existence, and i must sense that attempting to decipher movies is one way of getting closer to decoding my own experiences.

and on that note, now i have to complain about the fact that Lyft’s driver rating system includes “fun conversation” as one of the four factors in giving someone five stars. i rarely want a stranger to try to force me to talk to them, especially at 4am when i’m headed to the airport under a miserable pile of luggage. even so, i recently got into a car in such a state, with a guy who was clearly going for that five star rating, babbling loudly and convulsively at me all the way to my terminal. it would be one thing if he were just trying to be nice, but he was giving me shit about everything from my pickup location to what i had done in his fair city for a week and a half. i did not immediately volunteer how many movies i had seen at the festival i attended, because i probably intuited that when he did make me tell him, he would inform me that he doesn’t need to watch movies, because “I WATCH *LIFE*, MAN!!!” the irony was that this guy clearly didn’t watch life at all; he didn’t even have the ability to discern that i didn’t want to talk, or that i didn’t want him to insult my favorite leisure activity, and that probably NOBODY wants to listen to him talk about his shitty generic blues rock band for half an hour before 5am. so that’s the one thing i can say for even the most obnoxious reviewer on letterboxd--that probably they are TRYING to hone the art of observation, a dying skill. probably they are TRYING to train themselves to be an active audience that engages thoughtfully with the movie instead of just hucking rotten tomatoes at the screen OR passively allowing it to wash over them. even if i often hate the results, at least some of these guys seem be making an effort.

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froppy-poppy · 6 years

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“why me?” -Katsuki Bakugou imagine

You have a prophecy quirk that lets you know when something someone has said will come true or not. If someone makes a prediction “I will run a hero agency in the future” A ringing bell noise goes off in your head which lets you know that the thing they said will definitely come true. You have never been wrong your entire life. One day Uraraka says something about you and Bakugou (your sworn enemy) getting married and you hear a very similar ringing noise go off in your head.

mild swearing (it’s Katsuki)

word count: 1,361

Writing for katsuki is so fun, he’s so mean and angsty, it’s great. i love it.

From the moment you and Bakugou met, it started downhill and now it was just Hell breaking loose every time you guys got near each other. At the beginning of the school year, during your first lunch period, you met Bakugou for the first time. He was walking by you with a group of other students from 1-A and said, “ONE DAY, I AM GOING TO BE NUMBER 1 HERO.” Your prophecy quirk didn’t ring in your brain so you knew this wasn’t true. You didn’t want to let the poor kid keep his hopes up for too long. You walked up to him, calmly tapped him on the shoulder and you swear you heard him start growling. “Excuse me, but you’re not.” All of his classmates looked dumbfounded and extremely fearful, now, looking back, you know why.

“What. did. you . say.”

“I said you’re not. You’re not going to be the No. 1 Hero. Ever. Sorry!” You honestly thought you were helping the poor guy out.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be?” He was now hovering over you. But you really weren’t the type to be intimidated easily. Especially not by people who just appeared to be fancy bullies.

“I’m from the support class, but my quirk, it lets me know when the things people say are going to come true. I heard you say you were going to be Number 1 Hero, but my quirk didn’t go off, so it’s not going to come true.”

“You’re from the support class and you honestly think you can stand here and speak to me? You’re the scum of UA, get out of my face.”

“It’s never been wro-”

“I SAID I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU. GET AWAY!” An explosion of fire erupted from his palms, not directed at you, just as a warning.

And that was the beginning of your relationship. It’s gotten better in the fact that now he doesn’t try to actively attack you in the hallways anymore.

“Out of my way (Y/N)!” A very familiar and annoying voice spits out behind you. You and your classmates were shuffling around in the cafeteria for breakfast before class started. You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before cause you heard a tragic prediction on the news about something going on in the States. It kept you up all night, knowing it was going to come true. Your quirk had a lot of perks, but it also forced you to carry burdens such as these.

“Not in the mood Bakugou.”

“Lucky for you, neither am I.” He spits out at you angrily as he pushes past you and as he knocks into you, you drop your food all over the ground.

“Do you just get off on being an asshole? I don’t understand it! Can’t you tell I’m in a terrible mood? Or do you get an extra boner when you make people miserable. Just leave me the fuck alone already.”

You now noticed everyone in the cafeteria was staring at you, mouths agape, Bakugou included. Except his mouth was open because he looked like he was about to start screaming.

“Maybe if you just dropped out, you wouldn’t be in my way! People like you never amount to anything anyway!”

“I could never leave, it would give you too much satisfaction.”

“Scum.”

“Asshole.”

It was like this on repeat everyday. Your burning resentment smouldered into a comfortable hatred and you were used to his biting remarks and spiteful insults. You felt bad because at this point you knew, Bakugou only had one dream, to be the best. And you basically told him that his one dream would never come true. You were basically a dream crusher, but Bakugou’s behavior didn’t exactly make it easy to apologize. You didn’t even know if he remembered what you told him, let alone believe what you said.

One day you were listening to the news again and heard something even more tragic. It bummed you out and caused your anxiety to act up so you decided to take a break from people that day, especially Bakugou. The next day you came to school but you were still feeling gloomy so you skipped breakfast, knowing that’s where Bakugou would be waiting for you. When lunch came, you pulled out a apple you grabbed from home and stowed away in the girl’s bathroom. Trying to avoid his toxic aura at all costs. When it was time to get back to class, two girls stumbled in from 1-A, Uraraka and Asui.

“Oh, (Y/N),” They both look startled.

“Sorry you guys, haha” You chuckled, “You know, just trying to avoid Bakugou,” You thought they would understand, but instead of laughing with you, they exchanged glances with each other. “What’s going on?” You didn’t feel like guessing what their glance was supposed to mean.

“Bakugou has been really on edge the past two days you’ve not been at breakfast or lunch.” Asui started, “Today, he’s been terrorizing other students in your class, asking about where you’ve been.”

Meanwhile at lunch**********************

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW!!??” Bakugou was raging. “HOW COULD ALL OF YOU FUCKERS BE IN A CLASS WITH HER AND DON’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS?”

“S-Sorry Bakugou, s-she wasn’t at school at all yesterday.” There was some more yelling. A table was flipped. A teacher was called. Bakugou was restrained.

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“I don’t understand, why is bullying me that important to him?” Why had you become such an important punching bag for him? Forget feeling bad. You hated him. “No offense or anything, but can’t he take some of his anger out on you guys?”

“He does, but it’s gotten kind of intense the last two days. I think it’s cause you’re not around.” Asui looked pensive.

Uraraka chimed in, “my parents were sworn enemies when they went to school, the hated each other. Now they’re married. Maybe one day you and Bakugou will be married.”

A very familiar ringing noise went off in your head. You felt your heart drop into your stomach. You were hoping and praying it wasn’t true. You felt like you were going to be sick. WHY ME.

“Are you ok (Y/N)?” Uraraka asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said as you scurried away. You weren’t fine. You were leaving. Dropping out of UA. You can’t marry someone if you never see them again right? Out of the billions of people on this Earth you could not believe you ended up marrying what seemed like the worst person in the entire world. By now classes had started so no one was in the hallways. In your hurry to leave, you turned a corner hastily without looking and collided with someone walking in the opposite direction.You both landed on the ground, facing each other. You prop yourself up on your hands and realize your laying on top of Bakugou.

“You!” You both shout at each other in unison. You quickly get up and adjust yourself.

You saw him in a different light now that it seemed he would be the person you were destined to marry. Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall-

“Why are you always in my way (Y/N)?” Nope, still the same asshole. Maybe he was so mean to you because he liked you? Maybe teasing him would be the ultimate way of making him suffer.

“Bakugou, why can’t you try being nice to me for a change? Besides, you’re not fooling me anymore, I heard,” You took a step closer to him, “you missed me today.” You point a taunting finger at him and begin to trace the collar of his shirt. He grabs your wrist. “Fuck off, I didn’t miss you.”

“Aww,” you say in a mock-sad tone, “well I missed you.”

“You did?” He tried so hard not to sound excited, but he failed. He was still holding onto your wrist

“Are you trying to hold my hand?” You said, giggling. He realized he was still holding on and tossed your hand away.

“Piss off. I’m late for class.” He begins to walk away.

“See you at breakfast tomorrow,”

“Scum.”

“Asshole.”

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𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓎-𝒫𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓎

**Note* I don’t actually know what Uraraka’s parents were like and I don’t know the ultimate fate of Bakugou (whether or not he becomes the number one hero or not)**

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lovetheangelshadow · 5 years

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N'Pressions: Lego Movie 2

I know this is rather late, but I have had my hands full for the past couple of months until I could finally get time around to sit down and write these. So I apologize in advance with my thoughts being rather late into the game when everyone else worth listening to has given their two cents.

I’m not going to lie. There was so much against this movie succeeding besides the weather. Not only did you have to contend with it being a sequel to a major hit films that had for good and bad made some influence in the animation genre; but it was also competing with Alita Battle Angel (a big James Cameron film) AND How to Train Your Dragon 3 (a much awaited ending to a long running DreamWorks franchise). Not to mention with the objective failure of the Ninjago movie obviously made both the studio execs and audiences wary. That being said, I don’t think it would have benefitted from holding off for much longer.

So the film takes place just after the first movie with the Duplo invaders. Emmet tries to make peaceful ties with them that end up blowing in his face and the invaders go after anything bright and colorful. Five years later we get a Mad Max inspired Apolcalypseburg and while everyone else has taken a darker outlook on life and appearance; Emmet remains the same albeit a little scratched up with fingerprints and some of the decals scraped (nice detail by the way). Emmet shows Lucy/Wildstyle a dream house he’s built for them that seemingly attracts the Systar System and they send General Sweet Mayhem. The citizens take shelter in Batman’s bunker but a mercy act from Emmet freeing a stuck star shaped missile lets Mayhem in and she kidnaps Lucy, Metalbeard, Benny, Batman and Unikitty to a matrimonial ceremony held by the queen of the Systar System. After being scolded by the citizens of Apolalypseburg for not being tough and too weak to be of any use (citizens are jerks no matter the story I swear), Emmet builds a rocket ship to save his friends.

In earnest, I give points for the Lego team choosing to go with what is essentially a space rescue story rather than another chosen one tale. If there is one real good quality I can give for all four of the lego movies is that each film has its own unique aesthetic that separates them. Like if you just gave a background shot or even a color palette, each movie has their own theme to them which is not really something you could say of a lot of other animated sequels like Kung Fu Panda, Toy Story, or Ice Age. And I really appreciate them for that. There is also a very noticeable animation upgrade from the pervious Lego Movie besides the obvious advances in animation technology. Like they are actually using other household materials to achieve effects as well such as UltraKatty’s tail turning into a bottle brush when she gets flustered and Queen Watevra Wa’Nabi’s throne room moat is silk curtains which you see later in Bianca’s bedroom. Not to mention the previously noted fingerprints and scratches.

So story wise, unfortunately the story is not as polished as the first movie. Like Good Cop/Bad Cop and President Business, two major characters of the first films, are practically shoved to the side for this one. I mean, Business is the allegory for Finn and Bianca’s father, so why is he practically so absent for five years after spending 8 and a half building this Lego World into his concept of absolute order and perfection? In essence his kids have pretty much destroyed what he’s built and he barely does anything about it? Granted I am not entirely sure what sort of purpose Business could serve especially with the tone and themes they were going for. Maybe like have his try to resolve things but continuously fail? Or…or maybe throw his hands up in defeat and hint that if they don’t do something to fix the issue Armomageddon will be coming down upon them. No one knows what he’s even talking about and just keep warring with the Duplo invasion. I dunno, maybe we’ll get more answers when the Blue Ray comes out with the commentary. As for GCBC, maybe be the ones telling off Emmet for his apparent weakness in kindness and tell him that he didn’t get to be Lord Business’ second by being soft hearted and overly optimistic.

That being said we also get a slew of new characters this time around: the totally not evil Watevra Wa’Nabi, General Mayhem, Ice Cream Cone, and Tumblr’s favorite Rex Dangervest. Seriously you can NOT tell me Lego didn’t know what they were doing when they made this guy. You KNOW how the internet gets over attractive cartoon characters! Admittedly Emmet doesn’t have the strongest personality and is kind of more of a vessel for Finn (and particularly the audience) but like the first movie he is surrounded by a large cast big personality characters that balances things out. Also like the first movie the antagonists (both Rex and Watevra) much like Business aren’t entirely in the wrong or right but instead are the extremes that sometimes in a way can become toxic if pushed too far. Business was the extreme of perfection and order, Watevera and the Systar system represented absolute optimism, and Rex was the symbol of toxic cynicism. Though I will give credit that both Watevra and Rex definitely feel like much more complex antagonists than Lord Business.

While Watevera genuinely wants peace between the Systar System and Apopalypseburg she isn’t above using force, coercion, or manipulation to get there. She basically offers gifts/bribes to bring the leaders to her side and toys with Batman’s insecurities to get him into marrying her. The entire film portrays her as a scheming, brainwashing, shape shifter whose end goal is the end. Though you cannot really blame her since it was suggested the Systar System has been trying for years but kept being pushed back because they were seen as an invasion. Also they’re terrible communicators. Also I have to give props for Animal Logic and them having to animate this gal and in Lego bricks no less. Like it’s not like a slime where you have plenty of freedom; each curve and twist is an actual Lego brick. That can NOT be easy to animate.

Rex on the other hand plays with Emmet’s anxieties of not being tough enough and essentially not being the person Lucy wants him to be. And you can’t completely blame this guy for lashing out at being stranded and forgotten. If there was one thing Emmet valued above anything even before the inciting incident of the first Lego Movie, was his friends. You saw his hurt when shown that the other construction workers didn’t even seem to care and just saw him as an average nobody. Heck, even with the party bus scene the others show a hint of concern that they hadn’t seen Lucy on the ship with them but when the llama driver cranks up the music they immediately forget about her. Not to mention with the time machine, he could have easily gone back to even before General Mayhem kidnapped his friends and prevented all this in the first place, but instead chose to save Emmet only and bring everyone else down to the same miserable state he’s in to feel the same hurt he went through for years. In a way he reminds me a lot of Lotso from Toy Story 3. Both were the favorite of a child and were lost by that same kid later to be replaced and forgotten. However I am a lot more sympathetic for Rex than Lotso though I haven’t put my finger on exactly why.

Another thing to note is that this film is also a musical and it has been quite a while since I’ve actually like really enjoyed an animated musical. Like the songs actually feel like they move the story forward instead of being there for just being there. There is one arguable exception, but it is still a fun song (Gotham City Guys if you must ask). Of course then there is the blatant Catchy Song that is such a laughable parody of itself and much like Everything is Awesome, its used as like a brainwashing song. Speaking of which, we get two versions of Everything is Awesome: the much more light hearted Tween Remix and somber/hopeful Everything is Not Awesome. My only gripe is that Rex did NOT get a song. Seriously guys, a reprisal of the last verse of Not Evil as he’s strapping Emmet to the eject chair would have been bloody perfect!

Though the movie is not as comedic as its processors Lego Movie and Lego Batman, I honestly still enjoyed myself. I think it is largely in part because I relate to the film a lot more than the first one since I have a sibling of my own and remember the cooperative and combative play session we had together as kids. Something I give credit for is that the film doesn’t really portray either the girl’s or boy’s way of playing the superior one. Honestly they don’t even really bring up gender roles or at least smack you in the face with it. And believe me I have seen the whole gender roles thing done so much worse. I could have done without that line from General Mayhem about Lucy doing all the hard work and Emmet getting the credit and I think having that in the trailer might have hurt things as well. I think it would have been better if Mayhem just said there is nothing special about Emmet and laughs that she’s supposed to take this guy seriously compared to others like Batman and Metalbeard once again driving in what would eventually lead to the creation of Rex. Still even with some of the plot issues, it still feels like a much more complete film then Ninjago and I hope that we can at least get the Billion Brick Race before they decide to just cut Lego off as a viable film universe. I’m Noctina Noir, and I’m one Nox of a Nobody.

#lego movie 2 #lego move 2 review #noctina noir

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lovehatinganime · 6 years

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Koumi/Mishiro headcanons

This is how I imagine the process that lead Koushiro and Mimi to start dating, trying to make it as close to canon as I can. Some, seeing how long and detailed this post is, will wonder why didn't I make a proper fic out of it. Well, let`s just say I'm lazy.

First of all, Mimi and Izzy are the same age thus, they have known each other for quite a long time...

Childhood

I imagine them being in the same grade but different classes.

I am assuming boys didn't leave poor Mimi alone even back then.

In some cases it was the classic `when you like a girl, being a dick and getting on her nerves will get her attention´ (which is hella toxic by the way. I never understood the logic behind this mentality. Nevertheless, it is, indeed, something that happens at a young age).

Others did it just because they didn't like her super girly personality and had a great time playing pranks on her. Maybe they tried to scare her off, hiding bugs in her suitcase or idk, that kind of stuff (is funny how I always think of kids as super awful and annoying little shits).

The thing is, Izzy was an exception because he was always in his own world and couldn`t be bothered by all those childish games. She found him very interesting (Mimi is the most individualist digidestined and it makes sense for her to enjoy people who are out of the norm).Someone not paying attention to her was something completely new for Tachikawa. At first, she used to really like it.

She could just approach Koushiro to have some peace and quiet when she needed it, which wasn't often. Mimi is an extrovert and can totally handle people. However, if someone was just too mean, she did need some space to go and just cry her eyes out. That is when she always went to the room where Izzy used to expend recess on his own.

Even if Koushiro didn't react (sometimes he wouldn't even notice her) little Mimi thought it was better than being completely alone.That`s why she started defending him when others said he was a weirdo for always carrying his computer everywhere.

Eventually, it reached a point where Mimi felt she was going after him all the time, trying to get his attention and miserably failing.

Insert the digimon adventure timeline here, where she gets mad at Izzy for ignoring her.

Of course, the experience in the digiworld makes their bond stronger, as it happens with all the others. However, I believe that, when they finally got back to the real world, Mimi and Izzy parted ways soon after the summer. I mean, in Digimon Adventure she is shown to have her own group of friends. Koushiro would not fit in there and probably kid Mimi wouldn't even try to drag him in.

They used to greet each other and talk a bit more than they did before, but that is all.

Teenage years (while Mimi is in the U.S.A.)

At some point, Mimi went through a really bad phase and felt so lonely over there. She tried to get in touch with her primary school friends but most never answered back, so she decided to try with the digidestined.

Tk and Kari weren't an option as they are younger, probably they wouldn't t even have a phone or own computer at the time.

She didn't rely on Matt neither because, honestly, they are the ones who have less direct one on one interactions and I plainly don't see him over the phone, comforting someone miles away (at least not her. They are so different. Maybe Yamato, who is so perceptive, would indeed notice Mimi is not all right. However, I definitely don't believe he would be able to make her feel better).

Her choice was to contact the three she was more close to, which are Jyou, Taichi and Sora.

Jo-senpai, as she likes to call him; answered every text but had very little time to keep up with the conversation, so Mimi stopped regularly writing him because she didn`t want to be a bother. They would make brief calls in specific ocasions such as New Year, birthdays or to inform the other when they achieved something important.

Tai and her started communicating quite a lot after her initiative. It was in a really random way, tho. Mostly because he is a mess and falls sleep in the middle of a conversation or doesn`t answer messages in ages. It is nice when they do talk, however, he is so clueless and provides 0 help when Mimi is sad or needs some kind of advice.

Enter Sora Takenouchi. She nails it. Mimi and her are best friends in the distance.

One day, while Mimi and any of the aforementioned are chatting, Koushiro`s name appeares in the conversation and for the first time in forever, she remembers about him.

The inflexion point

As a consequence, Miimi decided to write him (I am not sure if this would be in an impulse or after some time of deliberation). Surprisingly, this ended up being a great idea. Izzy was less shy with a screen in between. He becomes the one she keeps more in touch with (besides Sora), their most common contact via being the e-mail.

When she visits...

They spend a considerable amount of time together.

They learn to be very comfortable in each other`s company.

Their friendship is strange yet strong.

Basically what is portrayed in the movies.

When Mimi comes back for good (late adolescence)

Inflexion point number two

Izzy discovers her attraction and feelings for Mimi.

He clearly doesn't believe she likes him back, so he is stuck in between trying to impress her (example: dressing better) and repressing his crush.

He is afraid of rejection and the chance of blowing everything (they share friends, is a bad place for things to get twisted)

As a result, he becomes super anxious when she gets close to him (similar to what we see in the tri ovas) and avoids meeting her alone.

Mimi notices his strange behaviour, tries to directly address it, gets nowhere because Izzy runs away.

She starts asking around, but nobody wants to be the one to spill the super obvious truth.

The Tachikawa girl becomes suspicious and suddenly, one random afternoon hanging at the Yagami/Kamiya`s she just says:

“... I believe Izzy likes me”

Tai (the only one oblivious enough not to know) gets super excited: that`s my boy, let`s make this happen!

But Hikari is all: I don`t think that´s true.

Here the princess gets slightly offended and is determined to prove the younger girl wrong.

That is how the two trouble master minds (Taichi and herself) create a plan to prove the `Kou is head over heels for Mimi´ theory.

The Ishida-Takaishi brothers have oppossite opinions (they were also chilling at the household when all this went down).

Yamato believes nothing good is going to come out from it. Still, does not intervene. “This will keep those two busy and prevent them from doing anything against me”.

Meanwhile Takeru remains silent cause he swore Izzy not to tell. He actually likes the idea and thinks of it as good news because Koushiro will finally get what he wants.

Nobody tells neither Jyou or Sora because they would sure stop all the fun, I mean, nonsense.

All the digidestined have a party, alcohol included (let`s be real) and somehow Tai corners Koushiro into some kind of truth or dare in which he has to confess his feelings for Mimi or kiss her or whatever. It works but...

Mimi looks at Hikari and reacts proudly, shouting: I told you he had a crush on me!

Izzy interprets it as this being all a game for Mimi. He believes she is using him, feels ultra humiliated and leaves the party.

She follows and they talk things through.

Mimi confesses, something in the lines of “you have been my favourite since 4th grade” and kisses him right away.

They give the thing a try and it all flows slowly but smoothly.

As far as I'm concerned, that is how they start dating and have a healthy monogamous relationship (because Koushiro clearly could not handle the social effort of having more than one love interest at a time).

Random notes: I'm actually a multi-shipper and is not like Koumi/Mishiro is my endgame, but I must say it has always been my favourite hetero ship for both of them. I wanted to include Takeru as the wingman because is one of the best shits Tri has given us. Sadly, it didn't quite fit the rest. Taichi takes his place cause we all know he is the second wingman in command.

Feel free to ask for more stuff like this if you like it!

#mimi tachikawa #koushiro izumi #izzy izumi #koumi #koumimi #mishiro #mimi x izzy #mimi x koushiro #digimon ships #digidestined headcanons #digimon

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nerdydelusiontragedy · 5 years

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On abusive relationships and why Reylo isn’t one

Honestly, I’m a bid fed up with the “Reylo is abusive” approach repeated as kind of a mantra by many antis and SW fans comparing it to the abusive relationship/marriage. I’ve been in a relationship which I’d call abusive, namely my ex-partner used to bully me in every possible way (mentally and physically) including beating me black and blue many times. I was hopelessly in love as he was my first ‘serious’ boyfriend (I don’t count other short-term teenage crushes). Despite the fact that I knew exactly he wouldn’t change, I got stuck in this relationship for two years and just didn’t want to get out as I believed that perhaps one day something would change... I positioned myself as a passive victim, refusing any help from my family and friends. Thankfully, as I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, with a little help of the ones who truly cared about me, I found the courage to end this toxic relationship and set myself free. Now I’m engaged to a wonderful man who respects me and supports me with everything I do (OK, we sometimes argue but we never give each other the so-called ‘silent treatment’, our small ‘fights’ are something all the couples go through).

Anyway, coming back to Rey and Ben, I will share a very nice comment from one of my favourite contributors on reddit:

“I never thought about their 'relationship' as abusive. And I wouldn't compare it to an abusive marriage as:

They are not in a relationship and I really have no clue where people got the idea from; Force connection is not the same as being partners in everyday life;

When they meet for the fist time they are enemies on the opposite sides and there is a war (Kylo Ren interrogates Rey, entering her mind - yet Rey does the same at the end, then she fights him in the forest and painfully chops his face, humiliating him in front of the guy he hates and treats as a rival - Hux and his master whose appreciation he seeks - Snoke;

During their force skyping sessions Rey begins to see a human under the mask of a monster (he sees a soulmate in her) and tries to help him, but when she fails - she doesn't get his shit, she leaves with a message "You screwed up. I've tried to help you, but as long as you reconsider your actions and draw conclusions out of your destructive behaviour, I won't be a part of this so off I go"; in other words: she doesn't stick to a toxic 'partner' who dominates her, who abuses her and treats her like his own property (which happens between Fred and Serena Waterford in "The Handmaid's Tale" - if you don't watch, give it a try - the series is great imo :D)

Rey is not a passive victim who does not respect herself (as many people try to indicate) - she is mentally and physically strong and this is why she is a challenge for Ben Solo - he knows that if he wants her to forgive him and start talking to him again, he will need to get his shit together - Rey is not Padme in other words - she might accept him but on condition he realizes his mistakes and become selfless at some point;

People often claim that Rey has a heart of gold and came to help him and he turned out to be an asshole and rejected all her good - of course I'm not saying she didn't have good intentions, but she came to him hoping his potential turn will help the Resistance (so her friends) in the first place and her possible feelings of compassion for him came second; Ben - on the other hand - thought they will defeat Snoke and be together, "killing the past" and setting the galaxy on fire. His twisted mind does not work like the brain of a 'healthy' person. The moment he defeated the last Praetorian, he looked at Snoke's throne realizing that now he is free and he finally killed his long-term abuser. What does Rey do? Starts urging him to save the Resistance, to order (Hux and his fleet) to stop firing (which is simply impossible at that moment). Rey's mistake was to think that killing Snoke is all he needs to turn to the light (which is obviously not true as it takes a lot of time to fix someone that broken) and Ben's mistake was to think that Rey has nowhere to go apart from him and that she still hates her parents for what they had done to her in the past; I guess they both misunderstood each other here and failed miserably;

“You come from nothing, you’re nothing - but not to me” - this line is the essence and I’m really sad that many people read it out in a wrong way and totally misunderstand Ben’s intentions here. For me he wants to say “I don’t care you have no ‘royal’ blood in you, I don’t give a damn about your lack of legacy - you are important to me and I want you the way you are”. Why are people sure he wants to crush her self-esteem? Saying “you’re nothing” he doesn’t mean that no one else but him treats her like a piece of rubbish. “You’re nothing” is about the legacy, that comparing to him she is a ‘random’. But he doesn’t give a damn about it. Of course the delivery isn’t very successful, but hey - this is the guy who has been manipulated and deprived of self-worth by a monster who wanted to change him into a thoughtless killing machine. It was typical for Snoke to treat him as if he was nothing himself and ‘nothing’ seems to be Ben’s ‘favourite’ word... as he probably hadn’t heard anything else for a long long time. So I don’t blame him for the lack of expressing his emotions in a more tactful way.

Snoke is gone so now it seems that Ben will not be manipulated and messed up with his mind any longer and from now and every decision he makes is on him. In both novelizations of "TLJ" (junior and adult ones) it is implied that Rey will wait for him to make his final decision as his life is not hers to take and the Force has plans for them. Junior novelization goes even further and states that according to Rey's way of thinking "If she wants to have Ben Solo back, she will have to stop Kylo Ren" or sth.

To make it clear:

I’m not arguing with the fact that Kylo’s offer to Rey at the end of "TLJ" is kinda destructive and unhealthy - not only because Kylo uses his knowledge of Rey’s past to put pressure on her onto joining him (and he does do this even if this was not his whole intention), but also because it is based on destruction. He tries not to choose between the dark and the light anymore by burying his past, he thinks he can create a world separated from the pain of the past, he thinks he can just have Rey and only Rey and never reconcile himself with his past... but of course he can’t. He asks her to rule with him and abandon her friends, refuse to fight for them or agreeing on their death. He asks her to step into a world that would only contain him - but that is a dangerous, destructive, claustrophobic offer that would confine both of them to darkness and pain. Yet, he doesn't understand that and in his point of view his offer is the best she could have had.

And Rey? She could sympathize with him, she developed this spiritual bond with him and understands how broken and twisted up Ben is, yet she can draw a hard line between what is and isn't acceptable and healthy. She understands that this kind of offer is destructive and she just can't accept it, not now and not the way Ben wants her to be with him.

He has feelings for her obviously and his offer is indeed an offer of love and partnership, but not processed in a healthy way. In order to regain her trust he will have to change, reconcile with his past, at least try to choose healing over destruction.

This is actually the opposite of abuse. This is the perfect example of how to deal with someone who seeks a human connection and wants to be with you, but not in a way that your moral code allows you to accept it. This is an important lesson for everyone, not least the young girls who are watching this arc unfold and seeing how Rey is beyond that saying "no". But this is in no way lessened or cheapened by Rey, and through her still holding out hope that he can change, become better, healthier, more truly and disinterestedly loving - it gets more significance ("saving the ones you love").

It is the kind of connection/relationship/love that you don’t and can’t agree on until it has been purified and strengthened a hundredfold - because if accepted straightaway, it would lead to despair and destruction for both of them (yet from Ben's pov it is still a real and genuine plea for connection, love and acceptance)”.

#reylo #star wars sequel trilogy #the last jedi #kylo ren #ben solo #rey of jakku

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yeppeunjimin · 6 years

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Some thoughts on Burn The Stage~

❣️ Note: This post may contain some spoilers for Burn The Stage (the movie) ❣️

Hello~ As I'm writing this short blog post, it's 11:17 pm and I'm sitting on my bed with my TV in the background playing the first DVD from the Memories of 2017; which, incidentally, is the final Wings Tour concert in Seoul (One of the concerts shown in Burn The Stage). I don't know why I decided to write something about my day today, but I just had too many thoughts after watching Burn The Stage and I feel like I needed to write them out. Just a few minutes ago, I got back home after watching Burn The Stage with my sisters. We watched a late-night screening, so the theater wasn't as packed as the other screenings were. Where I'm from, Burn The Stage is being shown on more than 60 cities nationwide throughout four days with multiple screenings per day. I guess I was pretty lucky—I was sure that we won't be getting any dates here when the movie was first announced. Luckily, ARMYs here immediately showed interest and started inquiring about it on a local major movie theater chain. So I guess they noticed the demand early on. I've read that there are some places around the world where it's not being shown and I feel really sorry for them. I hope they would be releasing a DVD so that other ARMYs would be able to see it too, even if a little late. I was also pretty lucky that the screening I was on was pretty chill, save for a couple groups (seated right in front of me and behind me) who were pretty noisy and disruptive throughout the whole movie. I've heard worse stories so I'm still pretty grateful. There was something interesting I noticed: there was one old couple who saw the movie! They didn't come with anyone else so it made me think that they actually wanted to see BTS or that perhaps they were ARMYs too~ There was also a young girl who came with who I presume to be her father, a couple of girls in their twenties who came with their mom, a small group of young children who came with who I presume to be an older sibling, and a couple of women who seem to be in their 40s. I found this very interesting because a lot of people still look down on K-Pop where I'm from. No, actually, I think it would be more appropriate to say that the GP here mocks idols. This is very heartbreaking to admit but if you asked me to describe my country's culture in general, I would tell you that "toxic masculinity" would be the best way to describe it. I'm not going to talk about that any further because I feel like this short blog is becoming very long, much like everything I write. Please excuse me, it's just that I have too many thoughts right now.

I came in the theater knowing full well that I would definitely cry. There's something called a "shallow-teared" person in my language. It means a person who cries easily, which is probably the best way to describe me. This is why I tried so hard to hold back my tears. I think there were at least ten times throughout the movie that I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Whenever this happened, I took a large gulp of Coke and tried to calm myself down. And then that scene with Bang Sihyuk came on. I don't remember the exact phrasing, but he told BTS something along the lines of "you need to find your happiness", explaining that if they kept going as they were, he was afraid that they would become miserable. That really hit me hard. Not that I'm anyone as important or as successful as BTS is because I'm nowhere near that but I'm in the same situation. I'm currently on my first job after graduating from university in 2016. Before I got that job, I have tried and failed numerous times to get a job. I often talk about 2017 being one of the lowest periods in my life and this is one of the reasons why. Just as 2017 was about to end, I actually did get a job. After being in such a low place, I was so grateful. I'm grossly underpaid for the amount of work that I do but because I was actually doing something worthwhile for once, I felt that I should just be happy about it. Until a few months ago, I convinced myself that I should just keep working hard and that I should just bear the pain. After all, this was what I wanted all along, wasn't it? I neglected myself a lot because I kept thinking that I just needed to focus on working hard and I forgot to consider that I'm also a person who have my own needs. I thought that if I didn't think about what I felt, I wouldn't sink back into depression but I guess the stress and everything else caught up to me and I got very sick not long after that. I cried because I wish someone had told me that sooner. I wish I knew that working hard didn't mean that I had to neglect my own needs and feelings. And I was also relieved and grateful that they are working with a person who would say something like that to them, who would also value their needs as individuals. I cried because I didn't know that such simple words were all I needed to hear to remember that I need to take care of myself too. I just started crying again while writing this. My thoughts are kinda all over the place so I hope you understand what I'm trying to say in this messy post. One of the things I love most about BTS is that they're always trying to work harder and become even better. You hear it all the time when they win something. At the end of every speech, they would say that they hope to show even better stages, make even better songs, or become an even better BTS. But I can't believe it took me so long to realize that while they're all very hardworking, they've always tried to emphasize that it's also important to take care of yourself. At the beginning of the first episode of Burn The Stage (the series), Namjoon said that they wanted to show ARMYs that they're just like us: that there are days when he didn't want to work, that there were days that he'd be reading webtoons instead of working, and that there are days when he takes a break from working. Throughout the series and the movie, they showed us that they also get sick and sometimes their body hurts too much that it interferes with their work. And I think that it is such an important reminder that—in a culture that glorifies overworking—there's nothing wrong with feeling tired, getting sick, and taking a break every now and then. Not only that, but BTS also taught me that there's nothing wrong with taking pride in what you do. I know this sounds nothing special at all, but our culture has ingrained in our minds that we should be self-denying. I still struggle with this a lot, but I feel like I'm slowly trying to become prouder of my own work, sharing things I've written here and there and trying to believe people when they compliment my writing. There was another line in the movie that said BTS has become artists that hold their head up high "with confidence, but not conceit", and I think that line sums up perfectly why ARMYs like myself have stood with BTS—through pain and hardships, through happy days and victories—from that fateful day in 2013 until now.

- Jangmi (@YeppeunJimin)

#Burn The Stage #BTS #Some thoughts #please excuse my messy writing #I have too many thoughts and feelings right now #Jangmi blogs #방탄소년단 #아미 #예쁜지민

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randomfandomimagine · 7 years

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Love You Even More (Prompto x Reader)

Character: Prompto Argentum

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Angst, Hurt & Comfort

Title: Love You Even More

Summary: Prompto gets overwhelmed with panic after a nightmare and his own thoughts convince him that his secret is something that will make Y/N stop loving him.

WARNING: Hardcore angst!! Mentions self-harm, please don’t read if it can be triggering!

A/N: Spoilers for Final Fantasy XV concerning Prompto!

She woke up to emptiness.

No arms around her. No close warmth. There wasn’t a nose nuzzled in her shoulder. There wasn’t a pair of lips resting on her back. Nor his soft breath pleasantly tickling her neck.

Y/N just woke up to an empty bed.

“Prompto?” She sleepily mumbled, opening her eyes to look for her boyfriend.

The sound of sobbing coming from the bathroom gave her a clue of where her boyfriend was. And that he was troubled.

Hurriedly getting up, she walked to the bathroom to find him there.

“I can’t take this anymore…” He whispered, probably to himself.

“Prom…?” She uttered, heart-broken upon seeing him.

He gasped in surprise, but that was his only reaction.

If the sound of him sobbing wasn’t painful enough, watching how he sat on the bathroom floor and looked utterly broken as he sobbed without control was just too much, his eyes filled with tears and his brows furrowed in sorrow.

Y/N’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she observed him, carefully lowering herself until she kneeled to his side.

He visibly jumped at the sudden closeness, but didn’t move otherwise. He did stop crying, but didn’t look at her.

“What’s wrong, Prom?” Careful as to not scare him or startle him, she tried to put her arms around him.

Prompto moved away, however, not really wanting her touch. He actually craved it, but thought he was not worthy of it, that he didn’t deserve it.

Figuring he needed a little space, Y/N respected his desire and didn’t try to hug him again.

“I…” The boy had immediately stopped sobbing upon hearing her arrive, but his voice was still hoarse and strangled. “I… had a nightmare”

“But you’re okay now” His girlfriend tried to comfort him, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm. “It wasn’t real, just a bad dre-“

“No, don’t touch me!” It broke her heart that Prompto was refusing her touch again and shrinking himself away from it.

She frowned, her eyes taking in every inch of his body. She didn’t understand what was going on, he wasn’t acting like his usual self.

Y/N gasped, however, when she caught a tone of crimson red that stained his right wrist with the corner of her eye. He was bleeding.

“You’re… you’re hurt!” Gingerly wrapping her hand around his wrist, she proceeded to examine the wound.

It surprised her that Prompto didn’t swat her away, but she was glad he didn’t. All she wanted was to comfort him and take care of him, protect him, make him forget about the nightmare and make him happy again. Get her bubbly Prompto back.

Instead of getting angry or try to isolate himself again, the blond broke down. His shoulders began to convulse with new sobs, accompanied by more tears that fell from his eyes.

The little pained noises he made as he cried, as well as his struggles to breathe, caused a pang of pain to Y/N’s heart. But it only grew worse when she took a better look at his wrist.

She absently thought that it was the first time she saw his bare wrists, since they were always covered with wide bracelets that he would never take off.

Y/N was starting to realize why.

It was barely noticeable under the small amount of blood, but she could see some sort of barcode imprinted on his skin. However, the girl didn’t give it too much importance, whether it was a tattoo or something else. What mattered at the moment was that he was hurt and she needed to treat him, take care of him.

“I’ll… I’ll heal that for you, Prom” Her hands and whole body was shaking as she stood up and frantically looked for the first aid kit.

When she finally did after what felt like an eternity, her shaky hands had a great difficulty on actually picking it up and opening it.

Prompto’s soft sobs just made it all worse. Why did he have to go through that? Why did someone so bright and warm have to live such horrible experiences?

What she couldn’t get over, however, was the origin of his wounds. It looked like he had been scratching his wrist until he hurt himself, digging his nails on the skin. Why would he do that?! Had he done it before? Had she failed to realize how much he was struggling?

When Y/N finally managed to grab everything she would need to disinfect and cover Prompto’s wound, she kneeled down next to him again.

His left hand was shaking slightly, and there definitely was a little red in his nails too.

As soon as her gentle but shaky hands reached out to his wrist, he whimpered.

“You don’t have to do this… You don’t have to help me...” To hear his usually upbeat, playful and sweet voice so bleak and broody was almost eerie, and it anguished her. “I’m a monster”

“You are not a monster, Prompto Argentum” Y/N sternly said as she began to treat his wound as carefully as she could. The one that he caused himself.

Prompto didn’t argue, but didn’t seem to believe it either. He just sighed heavily and kept his eyes glued to the ground.

His eyes that had that unique glow, that unique twinkle. But right then, it was a sad and pathetic glow that was nothing of its former lively and bright one.

There was an unsettling silence for a while, in which Y/N carefully treated the scratches on Prompto’s wrist before it felt clean enough to bandage.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” He was sad, exhausted, resigned, fed-up. Broken. And his voice strongly conveyed all these emotions. “I know you did”

Even standing in front of the other, Prompto wouldn’t look at her, he was just immersed in himself. She missed the way his eyes fondly admired her, and it was driving her crazy to see him like that.

“I saw what, Prompto?!” Y/N exclaimed, freaking out, as she forced the two of them off the floor. “I just saw that you’re crying and you’ve hurt yourself! Why would you do that?”

“I can’t escape who I am” His agony and sorrow had evolved into indifference, and she didn’t know which was worse. “No matter how hard I try, it chases me wherever I go… I can’t forget where I come from”

“What are you talking about?!”

“This!”

Prompto’s eyes finally met hers. They were red and puffy from crying, that warm blue filled with such a deep pain that Y/N needed to avert her own eyes not to start crying.

He held his hand up, exposing his now bandaged wrist and the small red spots that filtrated through the white fabric. She understood that he was referring to the barcode, whatever it meant.

“What is that?” Y/N frowned, composing such a sad expression that Prompto hated himself for being the one to put it there. “And why did you…?”

“Deep down you know, you just don’t want to see” Prompto managed a sad smile as he gathered the courage to say it. He didn’t want to say it, but he had to. “MTs have the same barcode too… I’m… one of them”

She observed him, too dazed to say or do anything. All she could do was stare at him in awe, trying to take in the information he had just told her.

Y/N frowned, and her cheeks suddenly turned red with what seemed anger. Her hands closed into fists as she closed her eyes.

She’s gonna hit me… My own girlfriend is gonna push me so I get away from her, she’s not gonna love me anymore. I should have known it was too good to be true… Prompto’s thoughts were panicked as he observed her in fear.

He waited to see her reaction, the shock that would fill her eyes. The fear, the horror, the disgust. He knew they were coming, it was about time.

But he wouldn’t even blame her. After all, it was bound to happen. It was too good already that his friends hadn’t rejected him after knowing the truth.

Y/N had always been too good for him, but it was beautiful while it lasted.

The girl couldn’t really gather any words, she just stared at him in shock. She looked like she was putting pieces of a puzzle together in her mind.

She probably suspected something all along. The way he behaved sometimes, how insecure he was, how he always hid his hands and freaked out whenever she was about to see him without his strategically put bracelets. How he was inexplicably terrified sometimes. Terrified that she’d found the truth.

But he had been too exhausted. His frightening nightmare only reminded him of the facts. Reminded him that not only was she going to find out sooner or later, but she also deserved to know.

Even if that meant losing her, he was tired of lying to her. He hated keeping secrets from her, putting a façade and hiding himself. It was doing no good, just hurting them both.

And if her happiness meant being alone, so be it. He preferred to let her go so she could be happy without him than holding her back and making her miserable by his side.

“You…” She uttered at last, causing Prompto’s breath to hitch in his throat in anticipation.

But to his surprise, she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t even wary of him.

“You really thought I would stop loving you? That I would think you’re a monster?” Her voice showed how hurt she was by these accusations. “Just because you have a stupid barcode on your arm, Prompto?”

His eyebrows slowly raised in disbelief. He reached out with his healthy hand, to try and touch her. To subconsciously bind himself to the real world and that way leave his scary imagination behind, to forget about those toxic thoughts that clouded his mind.

But when she took a step back, he grimaced. That small gesture hurt him more than if she had actually hit him.

She was shocked, and she was definitely hurt. But not in the way he thought she would be. Still, the hatred and fear could take over her any minute and he still expected it to.

Prompto flinched as she pursed her lips. He closed his eyes tight when he saw how she got closer. And he looked away when he felt her even closer.

However, he gasped when he felt how her head heavily fell over his chest.

“If you think…” Y/N’s voice quivered as her own shoulders moved along with her sobs. “If you really think that I’m going to stop loving you because of this… Then you really don’t know me at all”

“Wha-“ The blond froze in place, not even thinking that she was quite literally crying on his shoulder and that he could hug her, that he could raise his arms and put them around her. “Y/N…”

He felt the guilt washing over him for implying that she would react like that. He didn’t think she was vile enough to do that, but he had an irrational fear that she would.

“Of course, I’m… surprised and… it’s gonna take a while to get used to…” Even though her sobs were so intense that they barely let her speak, she powered through them. What she had to say was too important. “And I have to wrap my mind around the idea, but…”

“You don’t mind?” Prompto finally managed to gather some of his thoughts and speak up. “You really don’t mind that I have that thing on my wrist? That I’m one of them?”

“You’re not one of them, Prompto” She whispered in outrage, hating to know all those insecurities and doubts he struggled with. “You’re one of us!”

“B-but I-I… I can’t change what I am, or where I came from!”

“But you have, Prom” She bitterly chuckled. “You have changed who you are”

“What…? No! I’m still branded with this-“

When her tender hands gingerly got ahold of his wrist and ever so lightly kissed him over his bandage, he was left speechless.

“This ‘stupid barcode’ only makes me love you even more” Y/N honestly said, locking eyes with him to emphasize on the importance of her words and how she genuinely meant them. “It’s a reminder that you chose to be different, that you decided to be who you are now. To befriend Noct and belong to Lucis even though you’re ‘supposed’ to be on the Empire’s side”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do” Y/N swallowed her tears and did her best to show him a warm smile to soothe his anxiety. “And if you ever doubt yourself again, I’ll be here to remind you how much I love you”

Prompto’s eyes turned watery again, deeply moved by such statement. He would never even dream that he would hear her say those things, but she did. She had just said it, and it made him feel… real. Warm, cozy, at home.

“What did I ever do to deserve you guys?” Even though tears were rolling down his cheeks, staining his freckles, he was smiling. “First Noct and the boys, now you”

“You’ve done a lot of things to ‘deserve’ us, Prom” Y/N lifted her hand to caress his cheek, also brushing his tears off while she did. “You’re kind, selfless, sweet, bubbly, adorable and-“

Prompto was rushed with such an immeasurable and immense love for her that his lips took over as he urgently kissed hers. After a few seconds of surprise, she returned the kiss.

He was taken aback by how passionately she was kissing him, by how urgent and needy the exchange was, how her arms clung onto him. And he couldn’t help but to think that it didn’t feel right.

She had told him how she felt about it, she didn’t mind. Then why was he still doubting himself? Why was he still insecure? Why couldn’t he bring himself to continue the kiss even though he was dying to find comfort in her touch? In her sweet and welcoming lips?

Prompto just pulled away, averting his eyes from hers. Even though he could feel her staring.

“You don’t even know everything about my origins… about me” He whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loudly he would scared her off for good.

“I don’t need to, unless you want to tell me” Her hands held onto his, squeezing them with urgency. “For now, I know what’s in this heart and I know that you’re my Prompto”

She pecked his lips again, but he moved away. Did he deserve it?

“Y/N, I was born to make you guys miserable. The Empire…” He paused, refusing to use the word ‘create’ or ‘made’ to refer to himself. “I was supposed to-”

“You’re right... That’s such a pity, huh? Because you’ve brought us nothing but joy” Trying to get it through to him, she spoke slowly, emphasizing her words. “I would love to rub that in their stupid faces”

Prompto laughed unexpectedly. He chuckled a little, feeling how his heavy chest felt suddenly lighter. Warmer.

“Now you stop all that crap, Chocobo Head” Y/N did her best to lighten to mood, anything to make him smile again. “Because I’m not gonna stop until you realize how precious you are”

Prompto nodded his head vehemently, tightly pursing his lips together to try and repress all the emotions that stirred within him. All he wanted to do was oblige, do what she told him to so everything would be okay again.

But it was. Y/N managed to make it okay.

“Now come back to bed, okay?” Softly tugging at his hand, she guided her boyfriend back to their bed.

They lied down in silence and put the covers over themselves. It felt cozy and nice, comforting after such an anguishing moment.

“Come here, sunshine” She hugged him tight, letting him rest his head on her chest.

The embrace felt cathartic, almost like it was magically curing him of all evil. Like her arms around him could hug him so tight that i would hold him together long enough to pick himself up.

“Thank you, Y/N…” He whispered as he sighed, closing his eyes in content.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this? About the nightmares, about you”

“I was scared… And… I didn’t want to be a burden”

“You will never be a burden. But all of this that is weighing you down is, so let me carry the burden with you”

His lips trembled, but he refused to start crying again. Or to make her cry again.

“I’m sorry about everything, Y/N” Prompto said as he held her in his arms, trying to have her even closer.

“It’s okay… are you feeling better?” Her fingers found his hair, and she soothingly passed them through it.

Prompto loved when she did that, it felt so calming and comforting. It gave him chills in the best way possible, and it heaved any weights off his chest and shoulders.

“I am. A little…” He replied after a pause in which he enjoyed the moment, trying to treasure it and save it on his memory. To capture it like one of his photos.

“Then that’s what matters”

“But I made you sad… I scared you, worried you and made you cry…”

“And you’ve made me laugh far more” She was not going to let Prompto beat himself up. “You always make me happy, you’re allowed to worry me a little as long as you let me help you”

She slightly distanced herself from him so she could see his face. Y/N kissed his forehead and smiled sweetly. The absolute look of adoration he gave her earned the blond another genuine grin from her, this one even wider.

“But Prompto?” The girl mumbled as she turned around, backing her body against his chest.

“Yes, Y/N?” The lack of nicknames from his side bothered her.

She was so used to Prompto calling all her types of silly, adorable and sweet nicknames and pet names. She lived for all those terms of endearment.

So whenever he called her just ‘Y/N’, it made her feel empty. Even though he uttered her name lovingly, even though there was so much affection dripping from that one word. But it felt… wrong.

“Don’t ever do that again, please” Y/N said, trying to get over how his current mood disturbed her, made her queasy.

“I won’t” He absently looked at his right wrist as he wrapped his other arm around her.

For the first time in his life, it had stopped being a reminder of what he had been. Y/N had made him see that it was a reminder of what he was, of the person he had become, of all that he went through to get to the point where he was at and all the decisions he took. Now it was a reminder that he had left all of that behind to choose his new place. His new home. In Lucis. With Noct, Ignis and Gladio. With Y/N. Always by their side.

He would have never believed that something so horrible like it was that barcode could evoke such wonderful things. Such wonderful words of love and comfort.

Prompto smiled a little when he recalled the feelings of Y/N’s tender lips on his wrist. The most hideous part of his body, that he hated the most, that spot that he was always trying to hide and conceal, to refuse. She had kissed it, making it a blessed spot.

The boy sighed, releasing all that built up anxiety and restlessness, and hugged her tighter. It was when Y/N turned around to be face to face with him again, still in his arms.

He looked down at her, wondering if she was about to say something. But her eyes were closed, and a content grin was plastered on her lips.

She was happy, how could that be? She was happy with him, she felt safe embraced by his arms, even after all she had learned about him.

Prompto sniffed through his nose, reprimanding himself when he felt the urge to cry again. Even if now they were happy tears.

“Hey, blondie” Her gentle voice startled him a little. “I love you”

“I love you even more, cutiepie”

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