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heniareth · 3 years ago

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I was really curious about what your opinions on the DAO companions are :) I know we have talked about some, but I'd love to hear more and about the others as well :D I hope it's ok to pose this as an ask :)

Sure! That sounds like a ton of fun. This might be a long one tho. Mind you, this is not the finished version of the answer. I'd like to link stuff and add a cut, but rn that's not possible. I'll update it when I can.

Edit: I have updated it ^^

Let's go alphabetically bc why not.

Alistair:

Sweet guy. So sweet. There was a moment when I was hard pressed chosing between him and Zevran (alas, Zevran won). Also, he's weirdly tall according to the wiki? How did I not notice that before?

Let's get a bit more serious now, Alistair is a great guy. The only reason he's not the hero of the story is because he doesn't want to. He has all the qualities of a leader: he's good at dealing with conflict (as evident with the conversation with the mage at the beginning. He gets where he wants to get without antagonizing the mage, but without allowing him to trample all over him). He's a solid tactitian and knows how to make allies (he suggests to use the Grey Warden treaties, after all). I bet if he was in the leadership position, he'd even not bicker with Morrigan. His moral code is pretty tight; some might say too tight, but I think it's less about the moral code and more about learning to judge people by their actions, not by the labels they fit into (Morrigan is a proud apostate and therefore bad. Wynne is a humble circle mage and therefore good). He also has a bit of a black-and-white way of seeing the world. I empathize a lot with Alistair, especially with his experience with the Chantry and his subsequent reluctance to deal with it. I really wish I had gotten to know more about concrete experiences he had during his training as templar, but he seems reluctant to talk about it (gee, I wonder why).

Since I've only played the game once, I haven't really picked up on Arl Eamon's abuse towards him, which apparently exists (Isolde, however... I mean, even if he were Eamon's illegitimate son, he's a kid, ma'am, he didn't exactly get to chose his parents. So that's so not okay). Alistair's way of speaking about them both, however, is either sign that he has not come within a hundred miles of acknowledging how much it hurt him, or that he's already gone through the whole process and has decided to forgive them. The latter shows a very strong character; yes, he relies on the approval and leadership of others, he has his issues, but he's already started working on them.

That being said, irl Alistair would be like a little brother to me. I'd tease him relentlessly (all in good fun and I promise to stop if it makes him uncomfortable, but he's just so teasable). I still wish the videogame gave him the chance to take important decisions for himself. But that, of course, would somewhat defeat the point of the game.

Leliana:

Another sweet, sweet person. Her singing voice is amazing. Her belief in the Maker inspires me (I'm a religious person and seeing religious characters represented in a positive light is Very Cool. It's also sometimes a source of discomfort, because the Church has done a lot of very messed up stuff and positive representation can sometimes veer into apologetics for things that should not be excused, but that's a whole other can of worms. The bottom line is that religious characters sometimes work for me and other times don't and Leliana works for me very much bc she's an outsider inside the Chantry).

Leliana is best friend material, tbh. I'd love to get to know her irl, discuss theology and philosophy and maybe even politics? She makes mistakes and has prejudices, but, tbh, so do I. And I do get the feeling that she tries her best to learn. From the times she intervenes in a conversation between the Warden and an NPC, she shows herself to be compassionate and open to the needs of others. What I get from her character is that she genuinely wants to help, which is something that I adore of her. I suspect that she sometimes has a hard time deciding wether she's a good person or not. She has killed and seduced and worked for a morally dubious person, and she doesn't show the same nonchalance about it as Zevran (though they both do discuss their line of work in very... professional terms). This is, however, more of a headcanon than actual factual canon.

I also very much enjoy her girly side, like her interest in shoes and dresses. She's one badass woman who also looses her cool about the latest fashions in Val Royeaux. I like that. Between her and Alistair, a non human noble Warden has as good a help to navigate the Fereldan court as they're going to get. Leliana is also, I can't forget that, clever and insightful. It'd be easy to write her off as the innocent chantry girl, but she's so much more than that. Her kindness is paired with foresight, I think. She knows that taking on the trouble to help now can go a long way in the future. I just have a lot of respect for her.

Loghain:

This one's gonna be short bc I didn't recruit him. He's an amazing villain and would probably be a great Warden as well. He reminds me of Denerhor from LOTR; once a hero/stewart of his people, ambition and desperation have driven them both down a terrible path. I have also only little idea about his past. People say he lost a lot, and I believe it wholeheartedly; it doesn't excuse the fact that he plunged the country into a civil war in the middle of a Blight. I don't have a lot of sympathy for short-sighted politicians. I wish he hadn't made himself regent. That's what I take away from his character.

Edit: One thing I forgot to mention that really impressed me was his death. I had Alistair duel him (that was a rough duel), and then it kinda just jumped to a cutscene of my Warden nodding and Alistair executing him. That didn't sit well with me. I didn't want to kill Loghain, and less so in front of Anora. But what impressed me was that Loghain just accepted it. That takes a whole lot of guts. Compare that to Howe's death, and how he screams out that he deserved (more, probably, or anything but death) and it's crystal clear who the more noble of the two is. Loghain strikes me as very lawful neutral, and any neutral alignment has the particularity that it can be dragged towards good or bad, sometimes without the characters noticing it (which is interesting from a DnD perspective; neutral is often concieved of as just as stable as good or evil, but that may not be true. But that's a different post). Anyway, Loghain's death was impactful.

Morrigan:

I could kick myself for not maxing out her approval in the first play-through. I got to enjoy a bit of her friendship by the end of it and boy was even that little bit worth it. Friendship with Morrigan is something that is hard-won. It's all the more precious because of that.

Morrigan is full of paradoxes, I think. She's incredibly wise in some ways, yet also very short-sighted (”just kill them, don't solve their problems”. Morrigan, dear, I'm not going to gain a lot of allies if I kill everybody who poses a problem to me). She is so intelligent, but emotionally... not so. She knows so much about some things, and very little about the next. She's incredibly wilful and knows what she wants, but follows Flemeth's orders all the time through. She hungers for power and independence, yet craves closeness, but won't allow herself to have it. She asks you to prove yourself to her and is extremely critical of your actions, I think, because she's afraid. She bites the hand that feeds her because it might hit her next.

Like with Eamon, I haven't managed to catch the undercurrent of abuse that seems to permeate Flemeth's relationship with Morrigan. Except there are signs, because there must be something Morrigan is scared of and who has instilled all that rage in her, and that's Flemeth. Also, she clearly hates/does not care about her and wants her dead (unless killing Flemeth was part of Flemeth's plan as well? Hm.)

Morrigan is that one person who you are nice to, continuously, because nobody else is. And suddenly she becomes less cold. And then friendly. And suddenly you're asking yourself why everybody hates her, because she's a really good friend! I just wish the other companions came to a similar conclusion, especially Alistair and Wynne.

Oghren:

They did this man dirty. He has such great lines and I'm convinced he was a great person before Branka disappeared. He has that dwarven warrior spirit, and while he looks like Gimli, some of his most impactful lines remind me of Dwalin or even Thorin Oakenshield himself. He could be so noble had he gotten some character development, damnit!

Oghren as he is written is somewhat disgusting. I hate the lechering comments and the drunkenness. And still, I don't hate him because of those amazing lines he has when he's actually sober. It's frustrating and I'll give him that character development myself if the game won't. I strongly associate the song Whiskey Lullaby with him, bc that's how he would have ended up if the Warden hadn't taken him along (warning: the song talks about suicide and alcoholism). Like I said, they could have done such cool things with his character. As he is written now... it's just sad. Moments of lucidity drowned in alcohol and creepy jokes. As you can see, I don't blame the character for either. The alcoholism happens all too often irl. The creepy jokes... I put that one on the writers' tab.

I actually think Oghren could have been a great mentor figure (I know, I shock myself as well sometimes). Next to the Grey Wardens, the ones who know most about fighting darkspawn are the dwarves because they have to deal with them constantly. Especially a warrior caste dwarf like Oghren could have brought a lot of that invaluable knowledge to the team, especially since there are no Grey Wardens in Ferelden but two extremely green recruits. Next, you get the chance to give Oghren the command of the teammates you leave behind in the battle of Denerim with the reason that he has lead men into battle before. Where did that suddenly come from? Oghren should have been right up there telling my Warden that they were doing this wrong, that they needed more food (and booze) and a confident leader to keep the armies they've called together going. Oghren should have been able to tell my civilian city elf who got recruited into the Grey Wardens a six months ago how one leads an army. How one presents oneself to inspire confidence, how one doesn't crack under the pressure, how one gets the leaders of said armies (some who hate each others guts i.e. Dalish elves and humans) to work together. And, last but not least, Oghren could have had a great story about grief. This is a man who has lost most of what made him (and what he hasn't lost he's spilling down the drain with every mug of ale). This is a man who, if you take him into the Deep Roads, has to see what his wife did to his family, how his wife got absolutely obsessed, and can be forced to kill said wife or watch her die. All Wardens loose their home and families at the start of the story. It would really have rounded the whole narrative out if the Warden and Oghren could have recognised their grief in each other and hashed it out somehow. Such as it is, Oghren is a depressed drunkard and there is nothing we can do about that. I find that frustrating.

Rascal (a.k.a. Dog):

Best boy. 100/10. I wish we had gotten to see the reaction of the different origins to the mabari (because elves probably have a whole different experience with them from mages or humans. And dwarves just... I think they straight up have none? XD). Other than that, no complaints. The name Rascal was the one I gave my dog because you have to be a right rascal to survive what he did and play the pranks he plays. Smartest breed in the world indeed.

Shale:

Shale is one of those characters that I recruited rather late in the game, so I haven't had the chance to explore their personality and worldview, really. I didn't even get to take them to the Deep Roads (this will be ammended in playthrough nr. 2). As such, I don't have particularly strong opinions on them (or her? The wiki refers to Shale as 'it', but that sounds weird). But, because I know so little about Shale, I have a lot of questions. First, what were they like before they were a golem? Shayle, as she was called then, was the best warrior of her time if I remember correctly. Why did she become a golem? Was it to be able to eternally protect her people? Was the sarcasm the golem Shale exhibits also part of the dwarven warrior Shayle or did that come later (if for thirty years you have nobody to talk to but yourself, you better be entertaining. And I can imagine how it could make somebody terribly jaded as well).

Next, how attached is Shale to their golem form, exactly? According to the banter, they infinitely prefer it to a squishy fleshy form. If that is the case, however, why go to Tevinter to try and become a squishy dwarf again? It's not like that process could be reversed if they wanted to become a golem again; if Shale survives to the end of the game, the Anvil of the Void is destroyed and Caridin is dead. Was the whole spiel about their indestructible form a façade? It might have been, but not because Shale actually disliked their form. I think it would have more to do with the loss of their memories and with the very invasive experiments and alterations of Shale's body made by the mage Wilhelm. The loss of memories means that Shale is unable to remember life as a fleshy creature. They might be deflecting by pretending that they didn't care for that experience anyway because of the superiority of their golem form. The modifications made to their form by Wilhelm would have alienated them from their body. In light of this, it's significant that Shale asks the Warden to decorate their form with crystals.

All of this is, of course, pure speculation. I may have easily missed or forgotten details that would disprove the above thoughts. All in all, I like Shale and I hope we meet them again in DA4 (given that it's mostly set in Tevinter). It's a liking from a respectful distance, because Shale is tall and made out of rock and also way more experienced than I will ever be (they are literally the oldest member of the Warden's little Blight fighting squad).

Sten:

Sten is another person I'd keep a respectful distance from physically. That seems to be the what he would prefer, at least. I've enjoyed his character a lot, especially because he seems pretty clear-cut at first, but slowly lets the nuance of his person show (gruff and stoic, but then he has an eye for art, a sweet tooth and he likes cute animals). It's also very interesting that there's no moment when you learn "the truth" about him the way you do with Zevran or Leliana. There's no big reveal about his life under the Qun before coming to Ferelden. He says he was sent to monitor the Blight, but honestly? If neither Ferelden nor Orlais knew there was a Blight, how could the Qunari know? I think he's lying, and he takes his secrets back with him when he leaves Ferelden. And yet I think I know him enough to say that a Warden who has become friends with him has nothing to fear from Sten.

One thing I find very interesting about Sten is how he thinks. His conversation about how women can't be soldiers has been analysed a lot on this page I think. He seems to be arguing based on a different paradigma than the one the Warden has. He also seems to have a very clear-cut view of the world. What is fascinating to me is that, when arguing with the Warden and learning about their culture, he is not necessarily becoming more lax about his worldview. I think it's more likely that he is expanding his paradigma, the structure of thought through which he understands the world. I don't think that he is now convinced that women can be warriors as well. I think he rather understands that, in Ferelden, the relationship between occupation and gender is different than under the Qun. Which of the two he thinks is more right or more agreeable, I have no idea. I'm also not very interested in that. But I find it fascinating how he always seems to be looking on quietly, gathering data, classifying it and trying to fit it into his understanding of how the world works. I wouldn't be surprised at all if his original party was a scouting party to see how vulnerable Ferelden was at that moment to outside forces. One thing I don't understand with all of this is why he urges the Warden to meet the Blight head on. No smart soldier would suggest that, except if they are foolishly proud (and Sten doesn't seem like that kind of guy tbh). I get that the Warden takes way longer to gather allies than expected because they first have to solve all of their allies' problems. But surely Sten sees the need to have allies? Is he just that impatient? Does he have a death wish (à la, I lost my sword and am without honour, better to die sooner than later and in glorious battle)? Was he his group's previous commander and is he now having trouble following somebody else's orders? Or maybe it's his way to make sure the Warden knows what they are doing? To push them into becoming the self-assured commander their allies will need once they're all gathered? I really don't know. I like the last option best, however.

For me, Sten is my fellow, more experienced soldier. Like Alistair, he can potentially be the Warden's brother in arms, but he's definitely the older brother here. He probably doesn't take kindly to tearful confessions of how hard everything is, but I feel like he's otherwise a solid rock to lean on. I feel like the Warden can trust him to do what is necessary and count on him no matter what, especially after they get his sword back. His devotion from that point on is honestly so powerful.

Wynne:

Wynne was such a support for my Warden (except with the whole conversation about love vs. duty and that she may have to choose between Zevran and ending the Blight and that she should therefore break up with him. Wynne had a point. Astala was so not willing to sacrifice her relationship with Zevran. But the whole conversation came at a point where she was already so disillusioned that she blew up in Wynne's face (”can i please just have one (1) nice thing????”)). But all in all, Wynne is great.

She has a lot of flaws. She was very marked by her life in the Cricle and, for all her age, she has little experience living outside of it. She is also a conformist despite her strong moral core. In a way, her ability to find peace with her lot in life impresses me deeply because it speaks to a lot of strength of character. Sadly, however, strength can be ill applied and used to suppress. I think she has convinced herself that the Chantry is right under (almost) all circumstances to be able to rationalize the life that mages live. She's had her son taken away from her as a baby and an apprentice killed. Her reaction seems to have been to convince herself that this was right, or for the greater good (and now I'm thinking about the Guardian's question at the temple of Andraste's Ashes; are you wise or do you just repeat what others have told you? The answer is not as clear-cut as it might be). This is why she is so irritated by Zevran and Morrigan. By aligning herself with the Chantry, she is, in her eyes, good. Zevran and Morrigan are not; they do not conform to Chantry morality and they defend themselves tooth and nails against somebody who would try and convert them. This is something Wynne never allowed herself to do; she always did the "right" thing and it has cost her so much. I'm not saying she was right (it would probably have done her some good to rebel from time to time, and to trust her own gut instinct more), but in light of this, it hardly surprises me that she's so judgamental. She has to be, or she would be forced to confront all the evil she has not fought against all those years and all the hurt that has been caused to her by the very institution she protects (and thank God she only tries to argue and can appreciate it when people have found a good life outside of her comfort zone. If she tried to convince by force or, for example, drag her former apprentice back to the Circle... boy oh boy that would get ugly). If you think about it, Wynne really is a good example for what happens if you live by a philosophy of always choosing the lesser evil.

Something that I keep forgetting over her grandmotherly and dignified character is how damn powerful she is. She has escaped the carnage at Ostagar; HOW!? She protected those mage apprentices in the Circle tower for God knows how long. In the battle of Denerim, she wades through an army and comes out alive on the other side. The wiki lists her age at 40, I think, but that doesn't make a lick of sense unless 75 years of age are the Fereldan equivalent to 100. This lady, about whom people make grandmother jokes, did all that. It's impressive.

Zevran:

You know, I would really love to know what Wynne thinks about the events at Kirkwall in DA2. It might be a disaster for her, or it might pave the way for one last bit of character development. She certainly didn't want to return to the Circle after fighting the Blight. That may be an indicator of some change in her stance on the Circle of Magi.

Edit: I forgot that she is what the Circle considers a literal abomination! Holy cow, how could I forget that?? Anyway, her conversation about what being an abomination means is so... heartbreaking, actually. It's so tentative. So careful. "Am I an abomination? Am I the same thing that has killed my students? The same thing as Uldred? Am I lost and damned? Did I invite this spirit in? Is this my fault?" Like wow, Wynne is going through something huge right there. I love it. I have to continue playing the game to see what it ends up as, but it's fascinating and such a huge thing that she allows the Warden in on that.

Ah, Zevran, my beloved (he has stolen my heart so much it's not even funny anymore). He's funny, he's charming, he's so so loyal and it breaks my heart. Zevran is the one about whom I've read most meta: these three wonderful posts for instance, as well as this one about his possible lack of scars, and this one about his lack of freedom. All of these have influenced my opinion of him and they are great reads.

I have talked about Zevran with you before, so I'll just skip to the new stuff. I have come to conclusion that Zevran is an artist at heart. This is totally not biased by the fact that I also do art, but hear me out. One of his preferred gifts are bars of silver and gold. While those have the obvious utility of basically functioning as money (they can be sold to any silversmith or goldsmith and their value is pretty stable through time and in different countries), there's also this from his codex: "Zevran shows an affinity for the finer things in life—hardly surprising for an Antivan Crow—but his appreciation can be more poetic than he lets on. A simple bar of refined silver or gold, uncomplicated by a craftsman's hammer, is elegantly valuable." Tell me that is not an artist's eye that sees that gold and sees the beauty in it. Then, there's also the meta about Zevran the Seducer which I linked above and link here again. It talks specifically about how he lets himself enjoy the target and be seen in his enjoyment. Tell me that is not an artist's eye that beholds the beauty of something he is set out to destroy. Even his talk about his assassinations show this. He talks about it as an art, the way somebody would talk about the brutal intervention in stone that produces a sculpture. Yes, it's a rationalization of the act of killing and yes killing is still wrong. But he doesn't go on about it on a moral tangent the way Alistair or Wynne would (”this person was bad, killing them was necessary”) or even through the argument of survival like Morrigan would (”it was either them or me and it sure as Hell wasn't going to be me”). He talks about the pleasure of a job well done, of the satisfaction of striking the precise point and executing a plan to the perfection so as to minimize chances of discovery and to make a clean death possible. And pleasure in seeing and in doing, this I firmly believe, is absolutely fundamental for an artist.

My favourite part about my Warden and Zevran as a pairing is that Zevran precisely brings out that ability to take your pleasures as they come and to really savour them. Fighting the Blight is tough; it's so important to find good things amidst the chaos to stay sane. If Astala saves Zevran from himself by offering him a place to stay and a purpose, Zevran saves Astala from herself by keeping her from running herself into the ground trying to save the world.

There are some things I don't like about Zev. The incessant flirting, for example, sometimes makes me uncomfortable (it becomes enjoyable for me once the Warden and him are in a relationship, but before that? Nah, no thanks). I wish he would also leave the other female characters alone (and there's so many more shameless comments of his aimed at Morrigan, Leliana or Wynne than at Alistair or maybe even Sten).

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And that's my take on the Origins companions (this was rather long. Whew ^^' I hope it was still readable and that you enjoyed it!!) Thank you so much for the ask!! It's been a joy thinking about this. I was worrying at first that the less prominent companions like Sten or Shale wouldn't get as much content but... well XD

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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i’m extra missing The Dudes because of the Otto, Annie, and Brookie drama that is brewing 🥹 now i’m imaging a pre-marriage pre-babies scene where a smol Otto is with his dudes while they hang out with Lo, Kira, and Eva and Otto is just giving the girlies the nitty gritty of how Bwade and Hawwy used him to get girls and both men are just absolutely mortified (with Hawwy being terrified because he knew he’ll be punished by Eva later 😹) so i won’t be sad anymore 😹

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So, just for timeline references, this can't really happen. When Squish is born, Eva/Harry/Kira have only been together for three months. However, Blade and Lo don't get married for another three years. AND Otto is ten when Fable is born. But Squish is a wee babe. And you know that Otto is going to be giving Harry hell. Keep in mind, that Kira and Eva know Otto. They know how he is, and Eva LOVES him.

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You Wosews

Summary: Otto sees Eva and Kira with their puppy

Pairings: Eva/Harry/Kira X Otto/Fable X Blade/Lo

Rating: 😂

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

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Otto lays on his belly with Fable as she gets her belly timr. His face completely animated as he giggles at the little girl, and she just can’t contain her excitement at having her buddy with her. Her handles slapping at the floor, and she wiggles trying to get closer to him.

“She stiww can’t cwaw yet, Bwade,” he looks up at his uncle for a moment before back at the little baby. “Fabwe, you awmost got it. Hawwy watch hew.”

Harry gives the little boy a kind smile, nodding his head, “I see. Soon, she’s going to be able to race you, buddy.”

Kira is almost lovestruck seeing Harry watch Otto with Fable. Even though she goes way back with Blade and Harry, she was never privy to how tender he was with the little boy. Seeing a side of Harry she hadn’t before. Even Eva watches the two of them. Unable to decide which one she finds more endearing.

Eva, while she is completely in love with Kira, knows she is falling too fast for Harry. She thought that her and Kira would have some fun, but now he never goes away. He was always there with them, and the thought of him leaving their little apartment, bothers her.

“Eva,” Otto gives a sly smirk at the woman. “What awe you stawing at?”

“The puppy,” she blurts out quickly. “I mean…”

“That makes sense. My mom did say he fowwows Bwade awound wike a wost dog. Is that why the othew giwls nevew stuck?”

“Don’t,” Harry warns quickly. His head shaking back and forth, as that mischievous Otto grin pulls up higher on his face. “Your uncle started it!”

“What’s going on?” Kira asks a bit confused.

“Uncy Bwade and Uncy Hawwy wewe a bit usewess without me. Couwdn’t tawk to girws to save theiw wives. Awways begging my mom and dad to take me to baww games.”

“Blade, your nephew is a narc.”

“So,” Eva crawls into the floor with Otto. Picking up Fable she gives her a boop to her nose, having the little girl entranced, while both Harry and Kira have heart eyes staring at their girlfriend with a baby. “What kind of things did you have to do?”

“Theiw favowite was I’m wost. That’s one they used on Wo.”

“Otto! We’re supposed to be buds,” Blade hisses through his teeth.

“But I think the onwy weason Wo gave Bwade the time of day was because of me. Awways using me to get fitted fow a suit, when in weawity he wanted to see Wo.”

Harry and Blade both sink lower in their seat, but all three girls give both men a soft smile. “Hawwy how come I haven’t got to go on a date with you and youw giwlfwiends?”

“What makes you think I’m dating both,” he asks awkwardly. Unsure how to approach the topic with the little boy.

“Mom said it wouwd take two to make suwe you behaved, and that one was nevew going to be enough fow you.”

Harry knew that Story would find a way to explain his situation with Kira and Eva. Regardless of what anyone thought, Story and him had the utmost respect for the other. A fondness that neither could explain. “He can be kinda annoying, huh?” Eva asks him with a smile. “But I think we’re gonna keep this puppy.”

Both Harry and Kira’s hearts swells with the sentiment, but also in the way that Eva talks about Harry. Harry had begun to think that he was just going to have to resort to being a sex partner. He had no intentions of changing who he was, and he knew he was a bit much. But Eva wanted to keep him, and judging by the sweet smile from Kira, and the way that she adjusts herself to sit in his lap, since Eva’s was occupied. It felt right. Eva knew she couldn’t always be there for Kira. She desired to be a bit babied when she came home. Addicted to touch, and she felt comfortable with Harry, and he was gentle with her. Even those sweet kisses he gives to her neck, watching her soul mate sigh at his touch. Her hand placing his in hers, and demanding him hold her tight. They had found their puppy. And one she wasn’t afraid to share Kira’s body with. One she could see having a family with.

“Eva, you couwd kick Hawwy’s butt couldn’t you?”

“Most definitely.”

“So if he misbehaves, you’ww kick it?”

“She has a few times. Ow,” Harry groans rubbing the back of his head.

“Not in front of the kid,” Blade whispers.

“You got questions?” Eva asks Otto, whose nose turns up in a bit of a snarl. “What?”

“What kinds of questions?”

“About the three of us?”

“Weww, Aiwy, CC, and LP are thwee of them, wight?” she nods her head at him with a big smile. “I don’t have questions with them. Mama said wuv doesn’t awways make sense. But it has to have wespect, and that’s what mattews.”

“No one said anything about love,” Kira giggles. Wiggling herself even more into Harry’s arms.

“Didn’t have to. You wook at each othew like my mom and dad do. Does this mean no mowe I’m wost?”

“There better not be anymore I’m lost!” Lo chimes in.

“Good, that way we can just bet with gushews and bwow pops. I was getting tired of chasing giwls tails for you losews.”

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#desperate lives au #desperate lives #desperate verse #da au #🍁anon #dau #da au request #Otto Baizen #blade drysdale #blade x lo #squish drysdale #Eva x Harry x Kira #eva everett levinson #kira jensen #harry bodecker

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spencerreidowo · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 & 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨 | 𝟎𝟎𝟏

summary: reader hasn’t had a very good life. until she meets spencer, and falls in love. is it too early?

word count: 1.46k

warnings: age gap, reader is very depressed, relationship issues

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Why? Why is life so unfair? This is what I get for focusing on school more than my love life. And also not seeing the signs. Seeing the signs that my long term boyfriend was cheating on me. I’m so stupid. How does someone not see the signs? I should just consider quitting on being in relationships. Because I always get cheated on. He also was a jerk though. He would say mean things to me sometimes though. Not to mention, he cheated on me with my best friend. I trusted her too. I knew she kinda had a thing for him, but I didn’t think that she would sleep with him. She was my best friend for a very long time. I can’t be friends with her anymore, after what she did. Anyways, I have to get to class. I’m mayoring in Psychology, I always loved the aspects of psychology. I also loved to help people that needed the help.

After my classes of the day finished, I went to the cafe so I could get some coffee; so I had the energy to do my homework later tonight. I love to drink coffee. It’s one of my favorite things. Yes, I’m weird. I know this already. When I’m sad, I watch romances. Mainly kdramas. There is a lot of weird things about me that a lot of people don’t like. During my free time I read books. When I don’t feel like doing anything, I sleep.

When it was my turn to take my order of coffee, I ordered a black coffee with extra sugar. I’m not a sugar fanatic, but I like a decent amount of sugar in my coffee. After I got my coffee, I went to take a seat. On my way to take a seat, I ran into a guy. Actually, let me rephrase it. He ran into me. I spilt my coffee causing it to spill all over me and the floor. He looked surprised about what just happened.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” He said, as he grabbed some napkins that were ironically in his hands. He used the napkins to clean up the mess that was in the floor. A staff member came over to finish cleaning up the mess he made. As for someone that ruined my coffee, he was really nice.

The guy helped me get a new coffee and now we were sitting at a table, making an casual conversation. His name was apparently; spencer. And he was a “genius”. Spencer was a really nice guy. I mean, he paid for my coffee, after he killed it. So, he has a heart to some extent. At some point, we started taking about each other’s interests. He apparently knows how to speak Korean. Maybe he could watch kdramas with me.

I have only known spencer for 20 minutes, and I am slowly coming to the conclusion that he is my soulmate. What I have learned from the last 20 minutes of talking to him; is that he likes to read as much as me. Maybe even more than me. Spencer is apparently, like; 35 years old while I’m 22 years old. Spencer also works for the FBI. He didn’t tell me what he actually does though. It probably isn’t the most casual thing to talk about.

At some point spencer had to leave because he got a call from his job. “So that was work. I have to sadly leave.” Spencer said, with a sad expression on his face.

“It’s okay. I understand. We could always talk again another day when you’re not working if you’d like.” I told him, with a smile on my face.

“Alright. I’d like that. Would you mind giving me your phone number?” Spencer asked me, with a smile on his face.

“Of course. Here you go.” I said writing down my phone number on a piece of paper and giving it to him. After Spencer received the piece of paper with my phone number on it, he said goodbye and left so he could go to work.

I didn’t know Perfect men actually existed. He was the nicest mean I have ever Met. Spencer was easily my ideal type. I’m so stupid. I literally just met him. What the fuck? I can’t fall for him. Especially after what happened in my last relationship.

Anyways, after staying in the cafe while reading a book for a bit, I went home so I could sleep for a little bit. I always liked the sound of literally, nothing. I liked no noise. Well, except when I was hanging out with Maisie. I had known Maisie since I was very little.

Although we didn’t really have the same interests; like me and Spencer do. She was really; girly and outgoing. She was a social butterfly. Me, on the other hand was very quiet and didn’t talk to other people a lot. I really only talked to Maisie. Maisie was very ironically; my other half.

I try not to think about what happened between me and Maisie; but who the fuck sleeps with they’re best friends boyfriend and says it’s an accident? Well, apparently Maisie does.

At some point; I end up falling asleep while thinking about Maisie and our old memories of when we were little kids. As crazy as it sounds, Maisie was very shy when we were little kids. She would get very anxious when she had to interact with people she didn’t know. And now she is a cheater. She knew what would happen if I found out.

After I woke up, it was time to get up and get ready for some of my classes for the day. I decided to wear a purple sweater, jeans and a pair of old converse. I wear sweaters a lot. It’s kinda my thing. I also have body image issues. I don’t like wearing clothes that show my curves.

Eventually, I ate something to fill my stomach. I ate a bagel for breakfast. It wasn’t much but it was something. I never had a really big appetite if I’m being honest.

At some point, I was ready to go to my classes for the day. I left my house and got in my car so I could go to my classes. Oddly enough, today there was a lot of traffic. Hopefully not a bunch of traffic, so I’m not late for my 1st class of the day.

Eventually, I made it to my class on time. I was only a few minutes early. I almost forgot, Maisie is in this class. And she sits next to me. Fucking shit. I’m not going to be able to concentrate with her right next to me. Cause when I see her, I think of her betraying me. Betraying me and our long friendship.

A minute after I show up, she appears and takes a seat right next to me. She turns towards me, showing a guilty smile. She still feels guilty for sleeping with my ex-boyfriend. She passed me a note that says; can I talk to you after class? She wrote me a note because she knows I won’t verbally talk to her. She knows how upset I am about what she did.

Very soon, after that, our professor for the class shows up. So, I try to forget about Maisie and try to focus. As soon as our professor starts to teach, Maisie Focuses too. The Professor for this class was pretty nice, and wouldn’t really care if we were late, it just couldn’t be all the time. At least he wasn’t teaching much today.

Eventually, our class is over and I grab my stuff and leave. Maisie follows me, because she still wants to have a chat. “Hey, y/n can we talk?” She asked, walking right behind me. I didn’t answer. “Please? Can we please just talk?” She asked again.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?” I said, with a bitter tone.

“I’m really really sorry about what happened. But at the same time; that was not what happened!” Maisie said, apparently explaining what actually happened.

“Yeah sure. Like it was not him having fucking sex with you. I’m not a fucking idiot Maisie.” I said, my tone becoming louder; almost loud enough to be considered yelling.

“I’m not saying that you’re an idiot! I’m just saying that is not what happened!” Maisie said, almost yelling at me too.

“I do not have time for this Maisie. I’m not going to continue to listen to you lie to me. Also, I have to get to class.” I said, walking away.

After walking away I got a text from Spencer saying; wanna hangout some time?

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #romance #fanfic

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annetteblog · 4 years ago

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Intro & My take on KM

Hi!

I’m new around here so it’s supposed to be (not so short) introduction, since I don’t know how to start a blog heh. I hope to sprinkle my 0.5 cents into the KM conversation and maybe to bring a new perspective from someone, who is not a part of the typical English-speaking West.

Who /the hell/ Am I?

(please, consider it to be said with NJ’s voice from Intro: Persona :D)

I was born in Siberia (it’s in the Asian part of Russia), currently live in the European part of the country while studying at a Uni (European in terms of geography, not in terms of everything else i’m definitely not shading rn lolllll). English is not my first language, I’ve just kind of learnt it to some extent. Due to this it takes me more time to write a post; and I may (and will) make some grammatical & other mistakes. Plus I’m lazy AND busy with Uni, so I won’t even promise to be consistent in posting smth lol. But I thought I need more practice in terms of writing in English, so here I am, actually scribbling something. This feels weird, because I’ve been around stan Tumblr since 2015, but never ever interacted, just read.

How I ended up around Jikook/Kookmin (and BTS) & My (long&messy) take on this matter

Although I had heard of BTS before, I became an Army only in October 2018. I had kinda avoided them, because you know... boybands.... sing songs about romantic love and how they love girls.......... (+I had been around Twitter when 1D been at their peak and I remember a quite toxic community of fans, whom always had scared me). Shortly, hello stereotypes. Obviously, after I got engaged I felt terribly sorry that I had been sleeping on them, but what is done cannot be undone.

Someone I knew back then reposted one of their MVs and I, during my sad hours of procrastination, decided to watch it. Then I saw their live performance with the same song. And I thought “wow these guys can sing and dance and the music is kinda cool, i need to check this out maybe??”

Then a funny thing happened. One of the next videos I watched (the same person had it added to their page) was a 2016 BangtanBomb where JM and JK practiced their Coming of Age dance.

Do you know this moment with Gina from the 1st episode of Brooklyn 9-9:

Well, that was precisely me after I watched it. I don’t even know how to explain this, it was kind of a gut feeling? Whatever you call it, I started to get suspicious and couldn’t even explain to myself why. /actually now a do have questions to this vid and the main one - why does everyone cringe that much? if it’s a girly choreo than they had done some “girly” moves before. why is there such strong reaction??/

I started to get deeper and went to some ru-shipper communities. Shipping culture among Russian speaking fans is... well, weird to some extent, but I maybe address this topic some time later. You need to consider that (as far as you probably know) Russia is quite homophonic country and sadly is not the greatest place for LGBTQ+ community at the moment. The non-frienly influential attitudes hanging in the society + the general shippers’ weirdness = the result is not that nice honestly.

I struggled for some time in order to find more mature people (not just in terms of age but in general sanity), failed, ended up with some EXTREMELY toxic ru-fans of TK, which was/is the most popular pairing here, spent among them like 15 minutes and ran away horrified. After that I didn’t even try to engage with shippers or believers or whatever of any pair and just decided to enjoy the music and the content (which is a great idea, highly recommend!)

After a couple of days I discovered that JK makes videos. I love video, films and visual art so I immediately found them on YT, saw the titles with names of different cities from all over the world and was like “Oh that must be so cool, he’s visited so many outstanding places I’ve never been to, so I really need to watch it! I shall enjoy some beautyyy”. Then I clicked on GCFt.

Well, what can I say. I did enjoy some beauty, but not the type I had initially anticipated. The biggest clickbait in my entire life. JK should be proud of himself.

/as I said - the beauty/

I had already known Troy back then and I known the song’s lyrics so it would not be an underestimation to say - the video just blew my mind. I was like - hold on is this real? seriously?? no really really????? he manage to get away with something THAT obvious?????? dude how

As a person who edited videos AND is not a native English speaker, I don’t buy the explanation “oh he mustve didnt get the lyrics lmao”. You just don’t do that. You don’t. DON’T. You google and translate every shit you don’t understand, every word and idiom you’ve never encountered, because otherwise the possibility of an epic failure is very likely. You wouldn’t want to give your mum a video as a birthday present and then discover that you used a song with WAP-ish lyrics, right? (well maybe that would be okay in your family, I don’t judge, but that’s not the case for people I know). So don’t you dare to degrade JK’s intellectual capacities; such assumption is really offensive. He is a smart boii, he knows exactly what he’s doing in terms of his art.

So I was shocked, but decided to look for the context - maybe I missed some previous events regarding this Tokyo thing (another great idea - always check the context). Well, apparently I didn’t, because the whole narrative with the trip for two, lovely selfies etc. made my poor brain lowkey explode. (I still don’t buy the rings theory thing though)

But I didn’t give up lol! I’m a bit stubborn and it’s very hard to convince me in anything, so I decided to search for more context, more of their interactions, moreeee. Remember, the late October 2018, there were no swan lakes, RB, and even MMA18 hadn’t happened yet.

This time I ended up watching content in more or less consistent way, and when I saw all of these scenes with affectionate JM and a cool badass i-don’t-care-about-anyone-i’m-a-manly-man-with-no-feelings-whatsoever JK, I just hysterically laughed.

Homophobic Russia, remember? I recognized this. Growing up here being LGBT myself, taught me the same type behaviour during my high school days. When a girl I kinda liked but didn’t what to admit it to myself was nice to me or (oh god) flirted with me, I did something similar. It’s like a huge panic mode. Being an introvert doesn’t help either. The funniest thing is that you may not entirely realise what exactly is going on in terms of your own feelings, especially at that age (16-18ish). In my personal case, I thought I liked her but as a friend, only later to realise that well not as a friend oops :DDD The second thing (already not so funny) is that you actually consciously or unconsciously try to avoid the subject as much as possible, as long as possible and pretend that nothing is going on. We’re just bros. Stop doing this stupid gayish thing and don’t look at me like that, you’re annoying. If you ever do this again I (gently) kick you. I’m straighter than a straight line in my math textbook. IDK, but probably that’s your brain is somehow trying to protect you. Again, in my case&position I knew that the consequences for any non-straight person being outed would be bad (TW not to the point of being killed bad, but to the point of being excluded from a big part of society). So for me it was a mixture of the internalized homophobia + lack of self reflection + just being a bit emotionally slow + very! straight community around. Shit happens, I was a teenager and made my share of mistakes, but that experience helps me to recognize the same pattern of behaviour up to this day.

So coming back to KM, because the post is already waaay too long and I just ramble. It’s been 2+ years for me being a part of this fandom, and what can I say... Things become more intense and eventful with every year passing by ;) Funny how I felt that vibe from the 2016 dance practice video. Seeing the Black Swan performance a week ago almost had me choked, no joking. They are amazing.

Pure Art

However, and I would like to emphasize that, I do not incline that KM are 100% romantically involved and/or gay or whatever. I tend to treat people with respect and not to make too much assumptions about their private life. That’s not my business. However, I’m also not a fan of heteronormativity, so I’m just sitting here and observe everything that’s going on putting some distance and not forgetting being generally polite and critical thinking. But if they are just straightest besties please give them an Oscar before Grammy

Anyways, I hope this blog won’t kick the bucket from the very start and I will post something every now and then. You can always ask me questions about some BTS/Jikook related stuff or something about Russia and a Russian view on mass culture topics, since I’m pretty sure some of you have very stereotypical view of what is going on here :) However, do note that I’ve never been to America or Europe, therefore I may not be aware of something verrrry obvious to you or just have a completely different experience.

P.S. And yeah, I’m used to say Jikook, since it’s the name which is used much more frequently in Russian. i like it better and what will u do haha

#jikook #kookmin #what am i even doing here #i'm gonna regret this #long post

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retrievablememories · 4 years ago

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like you | jungwoo

title: like you pairing: jungwoo x black!reader genre: fluff, college!au request: “Hi. I’m requesting a fluffy imagine where Y/N is a senior in college and Jungwoo is a freshman in college. Y/N gets upset because people keep picking on him because he is asian and she defends him. This causes Jungwoo to get extremely clingy/flirty and develop a crush on Y/N. Y/N is not used to recieving affection so she feels skeptical” word count: 3.8k warnings: cursing, instances of racism a/n: this one was pretty fun to write, i love writing college-inspired stuff for some reason lol. tumblr fucked the image quality but whatever. the title comes from the song off story op 1. stan kim jonghyun girlies!

“Who’s that guy in your Medieval History class?” Your roommate, Mira, randomly asks you one day. She’s hanging off the edge of your bed, her textbook on the ground in front of her as she fists her hands in her hair and tries to comprehend the words swimming on the page in front of her.

You turn away from your desk to look at her. “That’s a random ass question. Have the words finally fried your brain? I don’t even know what guy you’re talking about.”

She looks up at you, crossing her arms in front of her and resting her chin on them. “Fuck this homework man, I’ve had enough. I wanna know who’s the guy in your History class, the black-haired one? The Asian dude?”

You think for a moment. You do remember who she’s talking about; he sits closer to the front of the class, though you’re not sure how she knows him. She’s not even in the same class. He has cute features, though you haven’t paid him much mind—you know from the first day’s icebreaker that he’s a freshman exchange student, but any other details have escaped your mind.

“I don’t remember his name at the moment...what about him?”

“He seems kind of awkward, like...I’ve only really seen him with one other boy. It’s kinda sad...he could use a friend or two.”

“You’re assuming he’s awkward? Maybe he’s just shy, or doesn’t want 800 different friends,” you say, turning to another page in your notebook. There are only a couple of reasons why she’d ask you about a guy, and you can guess what her plans are. “If you want to be his friend, you can. Ain’t nobody stopping you.”

“Well, shit, can’t you like...introduce me? I don’t wanna be a weirdo going up to a total stranger!”

You laugh incredulously. “Girl, he’s a total stranger to me too. If you really want to be friends, just say so...or say you’re with that Freshman Committee who pairs upperclassmen mentors with the new students. I’m sure that’ll work well.” In actuality, you’re not entirely serious or sure about that, but it’s better than listening to your friend complain.

Mira sighs, going back to her textbook. “Ugh, you never wanna help me get guys. Fine...I could try it, but if I end up looking like a fool I’m blaming you.”

You only have Medieval History on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you have to wait another day before returning to class again. After keeping your ears open for the roll call, you figure out that the guy’s name is Jungwoo.

He appears to be really into the subject and participates often, asking and answering questions whenever the professor engages with the students. You’re only taking Medieval History to fill out the last credit for your Social Studies electives, so you never expected to be all into the subject; but the teacher does a decent enough job of making the class not totally boring.

Jungwoo has a pretty proficient grasp of English, which makes you wonder if he did a lot of studying before he got here. He mispronounces a word when asking the teacher about a certain concept in the reading material, though, and a couple of girls who sit behind him laugh. You furrow your eyebrows at that, wondering what their problem is.

Later, when you’re leaving class, they pass by you and you hear a bit of their conversation.

“Shit, if you’re gonna move over here you should at least know English first,” one says, screwing up her nose.

“Seriously, it’s so embarrassing. I thought Asians were supposed to be geniuses or something?” Both girls laugh at that, and you roll your eyes at the ignorance. They’re gone only seconds later, although your mind keeps drifting back to their comments for the rest of the day.

Over the next week, you notice that those same two girls seem to spend more of their class time giggling over Jungwoo’s mannerisms and speech than actually participating in the class. It quickly begins wearing your nerves thin; you’ve never gotten along well with people who are assholes just for the sake of being mean.

If Jungwoo notices—which you figure he must, because their cackling is too obvious not to pick up on—he doesn’t acknowledge it. This only makes you more irritated, knowing that he probably isn’t interested in picking a fight with these girls; but that doesn’t mean he should continue being disrespected.

You reach a point where you can no longer stay silent during a lecture on Medieval cuisine, where the girls keep whispering silly jokes about Asian food. You clear your throat loud enough to make a few heads turn, including the girls doing the laughing. “Excuse you, I can’t hear the teacher over the noise,” you say pointedly, crossing your arms. They both give you salty looks at that comment, and you have to stifle the urge to throw something at the backs of their heads when they turn around.

This is going to be a long semester.

Things come to head one day when you’re all waiting outside the classroom for the professor’s last class to leave. Jungwoo is standing beside the classroom’s door, while you’re seated on a nearby bench, trying to stay awake after studying until 2 a.m. last night.

The two girls walk into the hallway, including a boy you don’t recognize; you figure he’s probably a friend or boyfriend. You kiss your teeth at their entrance and try to return to your thoughts, but you’re quickly taken out of them again when you see the trio stop in front of Jungwoo.

The first girl, who seems to be the ringleader, speaks. “Hey, what’s your name again—Ching? Jing?”

“We need some homework help! And since you seem to be the teacher’s pet…” Both girls look at each other and laugh at that. Jungwoo furrows his eyebrows, an unimpressed expression on his face.

“I don’t think that’s—” Jungwoo starts, but the other guy cuts him off, putting his hand to his ear in an exaggerated gesture.

“What was that? We need you to enunicate, no one knows what the fuck you’re saying.” This time, all three of them break into laughter.

The tiredness drains from your body faster than any caffeine could achieve as you watch the scene unfold. Some of your other classmates look on, shifting uncomfortably, but no one moves to say or do anything. Before you can really think about it, you’re already up on your feet and walking towards the group.

“Maybe if your miserable asses spent more time studying the lectures instead of shitting on a fellow student, you wouldn’t have to beg for help.”

All three of them, plus Jungwoo, turn their heads in your direction with varying expressions on their faces. The main girl speaks up, putting her hands on her hips. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You, bitch! Who else? Y’all love picking on someone you know is too nice to say anything back. That’s weak as hell and says more about you than it ever could about him.”

Your voices start getting louder as the girl gets up in your face, and before anything can pop off, the professor comes storming through the classroom door.

“What the hell is going on here?” he shouts over the arguing.

The girl backs down after the professor makes his appearance and turns to look at her two partners in crime. “Girl—got the damn teacher out here, come on, we ain’t got time for this shit.” They both walk away in a huff, their male friend trailing behind them, and some other students give them sideways glances as they pass. The guy throws you a dirty look before he leaves, and you don’t hesitate to flip him off.

“That’s an unexcused absence on your record!” The professor calls after them, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Jungwoo has been watching the whole scene with shocked eyes, and he keeps looking at you as you shrug and head into the classroom.

The next time you have your Medieval History class, the two girls don’t show up. Maybe they’re too embarrassed to come back to class, but whatever it is, it’s above you now.

After the professor finishes his main lecture, he flips through his copy of the class textbook for the day’s assignment. “Everyone, turn to page 273 in your books. I want you all to read and analyze this text on Romanesque architecture, then answer the 3 discussion questions on page 275. You can get into groups of no more than 3 if you wish, but everyone needs to turn in their own individual answer sheet.”

Sighing, you open your notebook and rifle through your backpack for a writing utensil. When you look up, you jump a little from shock; Jungwoo is standing near your desk with his things in his arms.

“Hi...could we work together?” He gives you a gentle smile.

“Oh, sure, that’s fine with me!” Jungwoo takes the empty seat beside you and you push your desks to be closer together.

“I never got to say,” he starts, “but thank you for doing that last week...you didn’t have to.”

“Well, I would hope any decent person would...I didn’t want to just sit there and watch you be insulted. It’s so unnecessary...” You quickly flip through your textbook, completely overshooting the assignment page and having to go back. You feel a little flustered at this kind of attention, because you weren’t really doing it to be noticed or heroic.

Jungwoo smiles at your modesty, though he doesn’t try to push the matter.

At the end of class, after you’ve both turned in your assignments, you and Jungwoo leave together.

“Thanks for partnering with me today,” you tell him, and he nods in acknowledgement. “I guess I’ll see you next class?”

“Actually, do you want to eat lunch with me? I mean, at the cafeteria today?” he asks. His eyes seem to literally sparkle in anticipation of your answer, and you find it hard to turn that face down. Plus, he seems nice enough; this could be a good way to introduce him to Mira.

“Sure,” you say, grinning.

You and Jungwoo head to the dining hall for lunch, talking about anything that comes to mind along the way. You find out that him and his roommate, Jaehyun, have been best friends for awhile before deciding to go overseas for college; his roommate has been to the U.S. before, but this is his first time. He talks a lot more than you expected him to, but you figure some people just need time to warm up before they get comfortable.

It doesn’t take you long to find Mira after you get to the cafe, and you plan to let her take the reins with the conversation, but Jungwoo continually does his best to keep you roped into the dialogue. You realize you don’t mind that, though—it’s nice to have someone who actively engages you rather than lets you fade into the background.

Jungwoo quickly makes the desk beside yours his new spot in class. He sticks close to your side during lectures and even when you walk to the cafeteria or back to your dorm, always thinking of something new to tell you about. With any other person you’d quickly get tired of this borderline clingy behavior, but something about him keeps you interested, even when you’re talking about stuff that would be boring to others—like Medieval History.

The two girls eventually make their return, glowering silently at you and Jungwoo but not saying a word. Their object of laughter and mockery is no longer available for harassment; who knows who they’ll try to terrorize next, though you hope the answer is no one.

“You don’t mind that Jungwoo always wants to hang out with me, do you? Since I know you kinda liked him and all.” You ask Mira at lunch one day, when Jungwoo leaves the table to get the straw he forgot. You feel a bit sheepish. You didn’t mean to “steal” her prospective man away from her, but you and Jungwoo have taken a liking to each other, and you enjoy being in his presence.

“Jungwoo? No! I actually have my eye on another guy in my Nursing class now, he’s really funny and he owns a collection of vintage records…” You snort, unsurprised that her attention has drifted already. Mira launches into a whole spiel about this new dude, even detailing how the color of his irises is just shy of being “true hazel green.” She pauses in her speech to bat her eyelashes at you. “Besides, it seems like you two have something going on already. I wouldn’t dare get in between that.”

You almost drop your food in your lap. “Uh, what?”

“Don’t be shy. You two are practically tied at the hip, and Jungwoo already talks to you like you’re his girlfriend. It’s only a matter of time at this point.”

“I seriously doubt that,” you say, suddenly feeling very put on the spot. You don’t think Jungwoo sees you like that at all, and you’re a little irritated that your roommate would suggest it, jokingly or not.

She sighs and shakes her head. When she spots Jungwoo walking back to the table, she tries to act casual and wrap the subject up. “Suit yourself, but I’m always right about this kinda stuff. Watch.”

Every year, your college throws a Welcome Back party on the last Friday of the first month in the semester. You initially didn’t have plans to go, much preferring your friends’ kickbacks where you don’t have to avoid sweaty and horny stranger dudes all night. However, Jungwoo turns to you one day after class ends and brings it up.

“Y/N, there’s gonna be a party on campus at the end of the week...are you going?”

“Hmm, probably not...Welcome Back parties are always lowkey messy and filled with freshmen who don’t know how to act…” You momentarily forget that Jungwoo is a freshman, and you have to walk your comment back a bit. “Not saying you’ll be like that, though!”

He waves it off. “It’s fine. It’s just, me and Jaehyun are going and thought it’d be fun if you came too.”

“Well…”

Jungwoo rests his head on your shoulder and hugs your arm. “Please? I want the prettiest girl in school to be my date.”

You pat his hand and laugh off his comment, unsure how to accept his compliment. “Since you asked so nicely…I’ll go. But I’m bringing Mira with me. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone to a campus party.”

“Yes!! That’s fine, Jaehyun will probably like her,” Jungwoo says, smirking. You still don’t get how they haven’t formally met yet with how your friend circles overlap, but you know it’s coming soon. Obviously, Jungwoo knows something you don’t, judging by the look on his face, but you don’t inquire about it.

You and Mira spend the night of the party getting ready with Megan Thee Stallion and City Girls blasting through your dorm room. She was a little resistant to the idea at first, insisting that campus parties were too corny for her taste, but you eventually convinced her to go.

As the hour approaches, there’s a knock on your door. You’re still putting the finishing touches on your makeup, so you tell Mira to answer it. When she does, Jungwoo and Jaehyun are standing there.

“You guys are here already? Who let you in?” she says jokingly, though you wonder the same thing; you can’t get into a dorm you don’t live in without a key card.

“Some guy downstairs. Maybe your dorm needs better security.” Jaehyun laughs. “I tried to tell Jungwoo it’s still early, but he was ready to leave.”

“Walking in on two girls getting ready, how presumptuous of you,” Mira giggles, pretending to shove Jungwoo’s shoulder. You roll your eyes hard and try not to laugh in the mirror. “But you’re here now, so might as well come in.”

Jungwoo makes a beeline straight to you, placing his hands on your shoulders like he wants to give you a massage. “Hi pretty girl.” He smiles at your reflection, and you almost drop your lip gloss on the floor.

“Oh, h-hey, Jungwoo! The party tonight better be fun...if not, you owe me,” you say, trying to play off your nervousness.

Jungwoo acts reluctant about it, placing his hand in his chin and thinking deeply. “I owe you? Well, okay...anything you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You can have my heart first, if you want.”

This time you really do drop your lip gloss, and Mira and Jaehyun watch with amused fascination as you mourn your lost makeup. But right now, you just want to avoid thinking about what Jungwoo has just said, and how it makes you feel.

The gymnasium where the party is being held is just as packed as you expected it to be, even at your group’s early arrival. It’s only going to get more crowded from here, but you don’t think about that as Jungwoo all but drags you to go dance.

You genuinely enjoy yourself for the first time in a while, and you’re surprised at just how much fun you can still have even with drunken dudes bumping into you every few minutes.

You’re too caught up in dancing with Jungwoo to notice, but Mira and Jaehyun are nowhere to be found. You only realize this after you two take a break during a slower song and you can’t spot her anywhere on the gym floor. You send her a text message, but you don’t expect to receive an answer anytime soon.

“Shit, they didn’t waste any time,” you laugh, and for some reason you can’t stop laughing at the situation. Jungwoo joins you until you’re both outright cackling, and some of the other party-goers give you odd glances.

You and Jungwoo spend most of the night dancing and partying with some of your other classmates. You both leave the gym one hour before the party ends, wanting to avoid getting caught in the huge rush of people who’ll be looking for fast food places to hit up. Instead of heading back to your dorms, you two decide to walk around the campus for a while, enjoying the still night air and the sounds of crickets all around you. You’re glad for the open air, because you were burning up in the gym with so many bodies around you.

Neither of you speak for a while, simply taking in the scenery and retracing your footsteps on paths you walk everyday to get to class. Jungwoo finally breaks the silence when you pass through a long path flanked on both sides by rows of flowery trees; this part of campus is so picturesque that it almost seems out of place.

“Tonight is really pretty,” he says, glancing at the starry sky.

“I know, right,” you agree. “It’s so nice outside. I’m glad you convinced me to go to the party.”

“I’m glad too. I really like being next to you...” Jungwoo’s eyes linger on your face for longer than you expect them to, and you look away nervously, unsure what that could mean. “But, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Oh? What’s that?” The sudden change in tone makes you a bit anxious, and you half expect him to tell you he has to return home after this semester ends. That thought makes you more disappointed than you anticipated. Your stomach curls into a knot.

“Y/N, I like you.” Jungwoo’s face is earnest, but your brain has a hard time catching up to the meaning of his words. You feel like you’ve been kicked in the chest—or maybe that’s your heart trying to knock its way out of your ribcage. You stop walking and simply look at him, unsure how to approach his confession. He stops too, turning to face you with gentle eyes.

“I-is...this a joke?” You finally blurt out. Jungwoo’s face draws into a confused expression. He shakes his head, his hair waving as he does.

“It’s not a joke at all. You are funny, nice, cool, brave, pretty…”

“A...are you sure this isn’t just because I defended you? Like, maybe you just feel really grateful about it—a-and we’ve only known each other a month—”

“Y/N, I know how I feel,” Jungwoo argues, grabbing your hands. He pauses for a moment as if he’s trying to come up with the accurate words to express himself. “I just...I don’t need a reason or excuse. I just like you.”

This is all far more than what you’re used to. You pull your hands away from Jungwoo’s for a moment, embarrassed and overwhelmed. You tentatively reach for his hand again after seeing the hurt look on his face, but you hesitate.

“I’m...sorry, it’s just…” You don’t really want to admit something so personal to him, but you don’t know how else to avoid completely hurting his feelings tonight. “I’m, uh, not really used to this kind of stuff…” Jungwoo raises his eyebrows at that.

“Used to...what? Someone liking you?”

“Well damn, when you put it like that…” You try to laugh it off, but you feel corny and sheltered at best. What must Jungwoo think of you, as a senior who’s never had a genuine love interest? You’ve had more than one college boy’s lust directed at you one time or another, but true affection is another thing entirely. That has been a much rarer find.

“Then...you can get used to it now. It’s never too late to experience love.”

“You really believe that?” you say softly, allowing yourself to feel a little relieved that he’s not laughing you out of town. But of course he wouldn’t. He’s not that kind of person, anyway.

“Don’t you?” You let him take your hand this time as he steps closer. “You deserve someone who will treat you nicely, tell you funny stories, carry your books for you..”

“Someone...like you,” you finish for him, thinking back to all the times he’s done those exact same things for you. You’re unsure how to approach the intense newness of this situation, and you’re a little afraid of him holding your sweaty palm, but you decide none of that matters when Jungwoo’s lips meet yours, his hand carefully holding your face.

Right now, the only thing that matters is this moment under the stars.

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The Loud House Valentine’s Day Double Feature (Back in Black and Stage Plight) or My My My Once Bitten Twice Shy

What is up my Loudites? And while I am returning to the Loud House I do have some sad news to get out of the way first.. i’m ending regular coverage of the Loud House. I don’t like doing this.. but when I picked up the show, I didn’t really have a set schedule.. and that was a bad thing as I didn’t get nearly everything I wanted done. Now I have one and honestly it’s been great: it allows me to stay focused and if I end up not feeling what I was going to do that day, provided it’s not a comission or specfically needed that day, I can swap things around a bit easier.

The reason I bring this up is Nick’s way of scheduling means I CAN’T reasonably put the show on the schedule. They often don’t announce airdates until the wee before, which isn’t a bad thing WATCHING, and isn’t unresonable for a children’s network. But for someone who likes to have a concrete schedule at the top of the month, still flexable and able to make changes if they come up but at least some idea of what i’ll be doing and when, that’s a non-starter, as not knowing when a show’s going to be there or not really messes with things. In contrast Disney puts up their entire programming schedule for next month towards the end, so I know if a show’s coming back, and thus that it’ll probably be around for next month’s too. And if it goes away a week earlier than expected then super I have that space for other sttuff. But I just have too much other stuff, paid and on my own time, to keep friday’s open in perpetuity.

I will however still reviewing the show infrequently as I still love it, Season 5 will probably have plenty of episodes I want to talk about, already it has Leni running for mayor which sounds like one of my wonky spinoff ideas and I love it all the more for that, and ther’es tons of episodes I have and haven’t seen to dig into. So like Lori I won’t be in the house on a daily basis but i’m still going to show up a lot. I already have an April Fools special planned, as well as a retrospective ready for some time in the future. And of course if more Sam and Luna episodes show up, you know i’ll be on those as fast as humanly possible so yeah not leaving the show.. just not coveirng it because I like having some control of my schedule, it’s a thing with me.

Good then we can get to why your ACTUALLY reading this unless you’ve already scrolled past or scrolled up to this. Next Sunday is Valentine’s Day, and so to continue Valnetine’s Shenanigans on this fine blog, i’m doing some romantic style episodes of the loud hosue for you. I did intend for this to be bigger, but frankly i’ve been running behind on reviews and running out of steam lately, so I paired it down to the two I wanted to do most. So for today we’ll be covering two of the show’s couples: One they badly need to bring back and I question why they haven’t, and one that I feel has gotten a lot of flack for things that aren’t it’s fault. Both are really adorable so expect some awkward blushing, bats, blood, and other stuff rhyming with B under the cut!

Back in Black: So we begin our double feature with Lucy

Yeah I have not covered this adorable harbinger of death enough on this blog, and intended to do this one, among other lucycentric episodes back in october.. and the fact I didn’t is a good argument for why I have a schedule now ain’t it? But sometimes your plans not panning out right at the exact time you planned them works out for you. Not getting to do Plan 9 From Mission Hill during Pride Month meant I got to do it on comission later. And not getting to do this one at Halloween means it still works fine just fine for valentine’s day.

So we begin the episode with Lincoln working on his science project, with Rusty coming over to help.

Shockingly though not only is he not just taking a nap or hitting on Lincon’s sisters while Lincoln works but actually helping, he’s actually good at it. I’m as suprsied as you. Though this is early in his characterization, so he hasn’t’nt been established as horribly sucking at everything or his friends being done with his bullshit QUITE yet. Give him time. This is an interesting moment in the character’s history though, as it’s the episode that firmly establishes him as a close friend of Lincolns. While he was already turned from a member of a random violence gang to LIncoln’s buddy in the span of season 1, this episode cements him as one of his closer pals simply by him coming over and the two being fairly familiar with one another. Granted by that same token Girl Jordan should be in the group.. and I have nothing to add to that. Add Girl Jordan to the Lincrew. Just do it.

Anyways Rusty brought his brother along. And you’d expect me to be terrified as there’s now three of them. But.. nope I like Rocky. He’s a chill kid and his personality goes together well with Lucy’s as while he’s a more typical kid, he’s still very subdued in his emotions like she is. Also he mentions both parents so my divorce theory.. is honestly still valid as this was three seasons ago and I could buy their mother left during that time.

And yes Lucy’s in love.. and stalking him a bit as she follows him around the house sighing while he wonders who did that.. though it is a nice clue their compatible. When you can sense the presence of someone whose big running gag is showing up out of nowhere to scare the crap out of people that means something. And it’s either that you’d really get that person or your Wolverine. Or one of his kids. Or his clones. Or clones of his clones. What i’m saying is Rusty’s mom banged the wolverine and his family tree is really weird even by marvel standards.

But I do give her a pass as she’s not trying to be creepy or obsessive, she just doesn’t know how to talk to him as he’s your average kid and she’s a creature of the night. It’s just a kid being shy which is very refreshing both because pre-savnio being fired the show had some very messed up ideas about relationships and gender politics at times, the latter of which actually crops up here, and because having grown up with the cartoons of the 90′s and 2000′s.. I had to put up with things like this.

Full Disclosure: I DO ship sonamy.. but only after around Sonic Chronicles, where Bioware and then Sega decided to not make “Constantly harasses sonic despite him clearly not being interested and saying so vocally” and “Obessess over him to a point I worry she’s going to break his legs so he’ll never run away from her again”, as well as aging her up from 12. Still find her ungodly annoying at best and terrible at worst before that point, Sonic CD and Sonic Advance excluded. And yes I am that huge of a nerd, damn proud of it too.

What i’m getting at is that a little girl unable to talk to a guy and only being kinda creepy because that’s what she does is LEAGUES better than “IT’S NOT CREEPY WHEN A WOMAN DOES IT”. Given this episode was written by a woman that probably helped a lot if not entirely but I don’t blame her for that.. more on that later.

Point is she’s smitten but her first attempt to talk goes back as he rushes to leave after she tries talking to him.. and also appears out of nowhere to spook him. Come on man, your better than that. YOu sensed her before why not now? Up your game. But yeah Lucy’s depressed while Lincoln talks to her about it, about them leaving and once Lucy confesses she’s into rocky asks what he’s into. Lincoln.. has no idea as he’s barely been around Rocky. He’s just an average kid he dosen’t quite understand. Normal is the word he uses and Lucy ponders that. We next see the three most traditionally feminine sisters, Lori, Leni and Lola, all pissed someone stole their stuff, though Lori does suspect Lola at first because let’s face it, this fits her MO of being an entitled brat and not being above petty theft. But no the culprit is Lucy who genuinely apologizes and understands that their mad but the other girls are fine with it given the context, which Lucy explained, and are happy to make her over. This is where the problem I was hinting at comes in: ALL the girls are on board with this makeover plan. the problem is.. only the three who came in in the first place make actually sense making Lucy more tradiotnally feminine. Lori loves fashion and is a control freak who has troubles with empathy at times especially at this point in the series, Leni while not INTETIONALLY hurtful is kind of ditzy and thus can miss some cues, and Lola has a yawning starless void where her soul should be. For these three? Yeah this plot actually makes sense they wouldn’t think of Lucy’s feelings and actually help her use who she is to get rocky or tell her it doesn’t matter she’s beautiful as she is.. then presumably bring the wrath of god down on that poor child before things were cleared up. The issue is more dragging the other sisters into it. It only fits the three above to really give a shit about making Lucy more “normal” and “Girly” and “Other stereotypical bullshit”. Luna is very chill and empathetic and would be the first to say “Wait maybe making her the opposite of herself isn’t a good idea”, Luan is likewise empathetic though I could possibly see it she really doesn’t need to be in this plot, Lynn ENTIRELY doesn’t fit as she prefers sports and getting dirty and what not and is the closest to Lucy out of the sisters and thus would probably be the most defensive about her not changing and that could’ve actually been interesting, Lana would be the same minus the being closest and Lisa is coldly detached a lot of the time and wouldn’t care about any of this on a good day. It feels HORRIBLY offensive and out of character to have them all suddenly be “nah your not girly enough”. These girls don’t give a shit about whose more feminine than who and it’s really bad to pidgeonhole them as that. However.. I dont’ blame episode writer Gloria Shen entirely for this. She wrote it, she gets some of the discredit.. but she didn’t DIRECT the episode and a LOT can change from page to screen. No THAT was series creator and known sexual preadator Chris Savino. And i’m not just blaming him because he’s a creepy asshole, but because the seasons he directed, seasons 1, 2 and most of 3, had a bad habit of having episodes where all the girls acted as a group and often to weak ends, like the green house, the one where they all fought, the gender swap episode or heavy meddle.. which is a headache for another day. Point is it doesn’t surprise me he didn’t fix this or even genuinely cared to differentiate them and it’d be until next season where the show fully became an ensemble piece. SO yeah I blame him on this not for his horrible history, but simply because it sounds like his writing style and as director, and a producer on the show, he had the power and responsibility to fix things and did nothing. So if it wasn’t directly his fault in the first place , he certainly didn’t fix it, call it out in storyboarding or well anything. So yeah shared blame all around.

So after a makeover montage, Lucy is uh... well I can’t describe the abomination they’ve created.

I mean.. none of it works, and I think that’s very much the intent, dosen’t make it any less horrifying. Nothing about this is right: makeup REALLY shouldn’t go on a child in any circumstace so the blush on her cheeks is creepy and makes her look like one of those creepy porcelian dolls that i’m 100% sure either are planning to kill us all one day or were made to keep the souls of the damned trapped inside forever. The ear rings just look creepy and again are a bit much for an 8 year old, and the blonde hair just brings it all together. The pink outfit is fine.. I guess but the face is just so unsettling I can’t process the rest of her outfit and i’m not even going to try.

Point is she looks terrifying, and not in the fun way she usually does, and Rocky dosen’t know what to make of this. Oh and if your wondering why he’s here Lynn just.. took a hockey stick to Lincoln’s project to get the Spokes Boys back over here, and Lisa mocked him for pointing out the obvious holes in their plan despite being 4 and LIncoln having a girlfriend at this point. Granted his relationship with Ronnie Anne at this point is also kinda effed up, but given you all pushed him in this direction, Lisa still has no room to talk and they amicably broke up at some point once the writers decided “Let’s pretend like this never happened and they were just friends, despite her being introduced with a crush on him and us still replaying episodes with said relationship in play, instead of actually dealing with this directly”. You may be easily able to guess what hte retrospective’s about at this point. So Lori comes in for phase two .. WITH BOBBY!

Just.. I cannot tell you how much I needed my boy to calm me down after the last two scenes of horribly off character writing and ... that thing up there. He dosen’t do much this episode but every episode is better with Bobby and that’s a scientefic fact. So Lori claims they had a double date fall through which Bobby barely follows along with.. and it does kinda feel pressurey to kinda force Rocky’s hand here but her intentions ARE good, and a group date is a good way to relive presssure. It just ends up falling through becaue Lori wants her to act intentionally helpless, which makes no sense both for Lori’s personality given how driven and controlling she is and how Bobby clearly knows both things and likes the first and she worked on the second for him. So yeah the golf date falls through and Lori apologizes for being a bitch about all of this, as they all do, which again. .has me questioning WHY we needed the whole sister group instead of just Lori and co. Or even just Lori. The show REALLY needed to learn character ballance and while it is struggling on occasion, as seen with how lincolncentric this season has been so far, this episode reminds me it used to be MUCH worse.

But Lucy thanks them because their intetnions were good, i’m going to need a citation on that given it came off as them wanting her to change because they found her weird nad not because they genuinely wanted to help her, and goes off to sulk about being alone. Lincoln dosen’t know what to do till the next day where, again suprisingly, Rusty had the right idea and had them come over to his place. We also find out he’s scared of blood.. which.. I can relate to. Seriously i’ve only insulted the guy once the whole episode

But we find that out because Rocky made his own because he actually found Lucy’s really cool, what a kid. So Lincoln gets the brothers over to his house by damaging the project himself then claming they need to go back and once he sees Lucy’s around has Rocky go into the kitchen to get them some sodas which he agrees to because why not.

So in a nice little change-up on the running gag Rocky shows up startling Lucy and we get a really fucking cute scene as they hash things out. They have a normal conversation, finally getting past their shared awkwardness, in part because he admits he prefers her as herself. As it turns out Rocky wasn’t scared.. he just thought she was too cool for him and felt intimidated and like Lucy had no idea what to say. The two then blush and after my heart melts and I freeze it back into shape in a few hours, the two decide to go look at her coffin collection and the next day proudly show off their perfected fake blood.. which destroys the project one more time. WAH WAH WAH. Oh rusty... I knew I could count on you to fuck up at least once.

Back in Black Final Thoughts: First off Black in Black: Weird Name. I mean it kinda gives the game away, not that fans would thikn horrifying mistake lucy would stick but still, and dosen’t really fit. Call it “Why Do Ghoul’s Fall in Love” or something like that or something related to makeovers. Makeover Mistep. Don’t Make Me Over. Makeover Your Case... okay that last one sounds more like the Legally Blond equilvent of Cobra Kai but the point is it’s just weird. Outside of the parts I already went in detail about why their dreadful.. this ep is pretty good. That one bit isn’t enough to derail the episode, merley take it’s goodness down a notch, and Lucy is genuinely fun to watch and her heartbreak is hard to watch, and Rocky was an engaging new character with lots of potetial. A large part of why I did this episode. is to ask WHY he hasn’t come back. Rusty’s now a major character, to the point he’s co-headlining an episode next week with Zach... why Zach’s getting an episode, a SECOND one at that I have no earthly idea but the point is the show’s getitng comfortable enought heir giving lincoln’s friends starring episodes without him too, as Liam got one , if alongside Lynn the power couple of 2021 I tells ya. My point is, besides when is Stella getting an episode dammit, that Rocky really should make a come back as he both provides another character for Rusty and the rest of the lincrew to bounce off of, and he and Lucy had genuine chemstiry and now she has her OWN cast there’s an easy story there about her friends reaction to her dating a non goth. There’s a lot of story potetial with this precious boy bring him back. But overall Pretty in Black is a decent episode, worth checking out if you haven’t seen it and rewatching even if you have.

Stage Plight: So we open with Luann, whose one of my personal faviorites along with Leni, Luna, and Lucy. Granted I haven’t checked out her yearly bouts of going ax crazy on her family yet, but we’ll see in april. But outside of that, which is easy enough to isee iven it’s three episodes out of 214 where she’s like this and she gets her compuance, I find her precious, awkward, and entertaining, from her habit of saying “Get it “ to her love of puns, to the fact she’s essentially a wholesome version of the batman villian the ventriloquist..

Yeah in case you forgot about this gag, she often talks through her dummy Mr. Coconuts.. who functions as her sounding board and helps her figure things out, talks like he’s from the 40′s or 50′s, and in general is a delight. He also once or twice, including this episode acts of his own free will so I don’t know if this is a Child’s Play situation and a dying comedian put his body in her dummy and she’s just rolling with it, if she somehow put a piece of her soul in a dummy or what the hell’s going on here. Compared to the series recently what with it’s mayoral campagins, children murdering guys, and actualy factual spies, this is mildly sane. MIldly. This may also be a serious and untreated case of Disociative Identnity Disorder, but given it’s not framed that way, and Coconuts just seems to be Luann’s way of talking with herself, for now she has’nt gone full vintriloquist. Thoguh givne her april fools day behavior and her profession as a comedian, she probably WILL become the new joker at a some point.

So the two are talking about Luann’s crush on Benny. Benny was introduced back in L is for Love and is one of the only three love interests there to actually return, and along with Sam the only onen to get multiple episodes about their relationship with their respective loud and a full personality. He was also MASSIVELY hated. For those who joined the fandom more recently, Luann was massively shipped with Maggie, an emo girl who showed up in Luann’s second spotlight episode and one where she didn’t torment her entire family, one I still need to see but have read about. It was pretty cute and nothing was wrong with that or the opposites attract dynamic. But said fans got REALLY and understandibly upset about his introduction and were presumibly none too happy he got to return and got his roll expanded. And I.. genuinely like the kid. I have nothing against Maggie and in fact poly ship her with both Luann and Benny, as both seem like they’d be open to that and her dour demanor creates a nice contrast between the chipper luann and the somewhat chipper but also chill benny in the middle. I just feel he’s a very likeable character, sweet and awkward and very much on Luann’s wavelength. Like Sam he’s SIMILAR to his love intrest, having Luann’s love of puns, mime and the theater, but is also not quite as giggly about it and as I said has a bit more of a chill to him, in contrast to how sam is slightly more energetic to Luna’s near constant calm off stage.

I also like him because he’s voiced by Sean Giabrone, an up and coming voice actor who I first met watching the Goldbergs as Adam. His other biggest role so far has been playing Jeff on Clarence, though he’s currently picked up another lead voice roll as Yumulack on Solar Opposites, easily one of the best parts of that show, and has done othe rminor and recurring work, but I feel he’s got the potetial to have a long and fruitful career in voice acting if he wants it. I mean he’s far from the first former ABC star or former Ron Stoppable to make a long and successful voice career of himself. Be the next will fredle man you can do it.

But yeah I like him and think their cute together and feel demonizing a ship for one that had a low chance of happening isn’t fair, especially when you know, we’re in a fandom where incest runs rampant and is STILL a recurring problem to this day. Pick your fucking battles for god’s sake. As I mentioned you can put maggie in with this relationship or Still ship luaggie regardless.

So back in the episode Luann and Coconuts notice Benny signing up for the school play and decide to join him.

Yeah i’ve noticed that a LOT of school set plots are about one of the mains joining a play to either be near or play romantic lead with their crush, or romantic hyjinks happening anyway. Seriously i’ts a lot. I DID think most of them were around romeo and juliet, and Proud Family, Pepper Anne, and Ned’s Declassified all are probably why, it’s actually way more diverse and i’m happy to give credit to shows and movies for that: Jimmy Neutron used Macbeth (IN SPACEEEEEE), American Dragon Jake Long used Antony and Cleopatra, as did the comic strip Foxtrot (That one I remembered), Daria used the canterbury tales, Arrested Development used Much Ado about Nothing, and one of my faviorite instances is the film Get Over it. It’s a cheesy as hell early 2000′s high school pg-13 comedy, that I loved as a teen and nos nostalgicaly love but am aware it has issues and some stitled acting as an adult where our hero joins the high school play in order to win his ex girlfriend back from the douchebag she’s seeing now and ends up falling for his best friend’s kid sister instead. They do a mid summer’ night’s dream, which is not only awesome SOMEONE thought to use that one , as the film has given me a special affection for the play.. but it’s a cheesy musical version written by the gloriously over acted director of the play played by martin short.

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My faviorite part of it is the boy band style number about Hermia. Yes really. And I didn’t even get into the fact Siquo is one of the main character’s best friends, Kristin Dunst had to reshoot a scene while making the first rami spider-man , our heroes weird parents who are sex therapists and have no real filter AND offer Coolio a threesome on their advice show, and yes the actual coolio and yes that was an actual person that existed, or best of all the douchey rival who stole our heroes girlfriend, whose not only a former boy band member whose band peformed the song love scud, but also threatens our hero with nunchucks at one point.

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Just see this movie.. i’ll hopefully talk about it some day.

Point is this kind of plot is stock.. but it’s the good kind you can do a lot of twists and turns with as every example mentioned, even the ones using the crush thing, had some clever twist or turn. And this one is no exception as we’ll see.

So we meet Ms. Berardo, the schools HAMMY as hell drama teacher who gives herself an entrance and is just wondrously entertaining throughout. She’s played by Grey Delise Griffin, which I could recognize immodestly and man does she bring it. Seriously bring her back. Wonderful character. So our heroine and her leading man audition and in a refreshing change of pace they do not get the lead rolls, instead a modern valley girl and a jock who writes his stuff on his arms do so instead. But since Bernado’s a bit nuts, she decides to have the Montagues and Capulets practice separately despite tha not making a ton of sense, to drive up tension and what not. I mean isolating an actor to drive up tension is a vallid technique but even having not read Romeo and Juliet since high school, over a decade ago, I can tell you they have several scenes together and this is a logistical nightmare. However our heroine finagles her way over to swapping camps so she can talk to Benny since honestly given the whole thing was a way to get to spend more time with him, she might as well quit otherwise. It also.. isn’t a bad tactic. She wants to know him before asking him out properly, which is fair and a good way to go, and they already know each other and are friendly, and it’s something she likes doing anyway as they were both involved with a play in his first appearance and her liking theater makes sense as she’s a comedian, and while she clearly prefers standup, it’s often a natural evolution to go fromt hat to acting in comedy stuff or making your own show, so it’s not a bad idea to learn that side of the buisness too.

So Luann FINALLY gets to talk to Benny.. after fast ball specialing mr coconuts in the way of someone trying to sit down

But we get a really cute moment as the two just.. talk like two dorky teenagers; They talk about the real mimes of la, which I want badly to be a show.. even if it’s just to find out what the Mime from Animaniacs is up to now. Where DID that guy go? Did the anvil finally kill him? These are the kinds of things that keep me up at night.. which is probably why I’m finishing this at 4 in the morning. But the two have genuine chemistry with Luann offering him her banana, phrasing, and making a pun he chuckles at. It’s adorable as all hell.

And Bernardo notices, and since her leads have no sparks she regretfully demotes them.. though their reaction is hilariously realistic as both are just happy to have less lines and walk off. She decides to cast Luann and Benny despite being freshman which would never happen but eh this is a unvierse with a snakebird and spies trying to destroy cherries with a death laser why I do I care two seasons later if two freshman got the leads in the play. Still I love the twist: our hero wasn’t trying to get the lead to creeiply force intamacy or anything.. the two just had natural chemistry and the director noticed that and wants to use it.

But while this should be great.. it isn’t as Luann keeps dodging actually kissing Benny when they rehearse the kiss. The reason.. is really frigging endearing. Luann simply hasn’t kissed anyone before, this will be her first.. and naturally she’s REALLY nervous about having it in front of a crowd or Benny thinking she’s a bad kisser. And I mean... while I had no personal experience at that age in kissing, most media and personal accounts detail it as awkward as fuck. But that’s the irony: she dosen’t KNOW it’s always awkward and thus is putting a ton of pressure on herself like anyone her age.

So she breaks under the pressure despite the reasurances of her Dummy/Possible Sign that she needs therapy and while she finds a way out the next Day Benny has aburbtly quit because of “chess club”.. which he’s not in. Luann finds him and talks to him about it, worried it’s her fault.. and she’s right, though Benny bowed out because she clearly wasn’t comfortable with him and didn’t want to make her kiss him when she clearly wasn’t comfortable with it. What a man what a man what a mighty good man. Luann TRIES to explain.. and then lets Mr Coconuts do it. Which usually in high school would lead to humilating rejection. instead Benny brings out his own puppet Mrs. Appleblossom.

Just those eyes.. black and souless.. like a doll’s eyes.. because htey are a doll’s eyes. So yeah Benny also has a puppet he uses to say the things he’s too nervous to say. Which is endearing even if again , KILL IT. KILL IT. I mean i’ts like tha tone guy from victorious if the puppets were actually charming and one of them looked like it was about to play hide the soul. Mrs. Appleblossom explains that Benny is also nervous and with the air cleared and the two realizing theyw ere nervous about the same thing... the inevitible happens

So that fades into the kiss happening on stage, with Luann’s family cheering her, our heroes take a fookin bow and Coconuts and Appleblossom look on.. and talk somehow...and somehow got in the seats on their own.

Stage Plight Final Thoughts: This episode.. is one of the series best, with great pacing, a low amount of repetition and a relatable conflict, while building up Luann’s love intrest to be a wonderful and engaging guy, and giving us a hell of a guest character and Mrs. Gerardo. This episod eis great, the chemistyr between Gambrone and Pucelli is fantastic. This one is just awesome and worth a look especially if the ship contrversy had hit you hard. It really is good. And there’s always room for benny. Until the next rainbow it’s been a pleasure.

#the loud house #lucy loud #luann loud #benny stein #lori loud #leni loud #lola loud #lincoln loud #rusty spokes #rocky spokes #valentine's day #animation #nickelodeon

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combat-wombatus · 4 years ago

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uHm if you do these and if you want to do it I’d love a bnha matchup <3?

• my name is Aubri, I’m bi but prefer MHA boys tbh. I go by she/her, too.

• I’m a very Gryffindor person. (Sorry if you don’t know Harry Potter - 😖)

• I’m a June cancer, and I have ADHD and anxiety. My anxiety can be literally crippling somedays, but it’s gotten better overtime.

• I’m a bit of a class clown and usually just a clown 🤡 but that’s irrelevant. My teachers all hate me but like school-wise I do well so we have a love and mostly hate relationship 🤧

• I’m usually the ‘entertaining’ friend, in elementary the popular kids would invite me to play games with them because, “you’re funny” and it was like the biggest achievement ever 😭👍🏻 then they’d ignore me but that’s another therapy session

• I’m usually made fun of by people for being ‘weird’ and ‘insane’. Like all through elementary everyone thought I’d be a criminal when I grew up JUST BECAUSE I HAD UNDIAGNOSED ADHD - I hate it here 😐🦶🏻

• I’ve always been super into crime stories/true crime (where my anxiety comes from, I’m always worried about a pesky serial killer just killing me. It’s usually being kidnapped tho lmao) so I knew and still know like all these murder facts and sometimes I’d just randomly be like;

“Hey did you know it takes 12 hours and 2 days to dissolve a body in acid?”

“If you bury a dead deer over a dead body you buried deep in the ground, when police dogs sniff it and people dig they’ll just think it was the deer and won’t dig any farther.”

• So maybe people had a reason to be scared of me and think I’ll be a criminal someday, i dunno.

• I love love love reading and writing, and also debating. The things I’ve wanted to be when I grow up are basically: Dog shelter worker, actress, FBI agent, politician, and a writer. But usually I just want to do something that makes a positive impact on people. Like i wanted to be an FBI agent to solve crimes for people. I wanted to be a politican so I could actually help a lot of people. The entertainment industry also seemed like a way to make people happy. Idk, but then I decided I couldn’t be a politican at 10 because they were all corrupt and to be one I would have to be too. 😫🤌🏻 we love some good childhood angst

• the only subjects I’ve ever excelled at are ELA and Social Studies aka History, and Math I can’t do to save my life. ELA comes easy for me and I usually don’t have to work that hard and/or get too stressed over it. But I always get the meanest teachers for some reason. For example, one time I did my final essay for like 30% of my grade in 30 minutes the day it was due and I got an A+ 🦟🦗🦟🦗

• Uhhh id describe myself as a pretty loyal friend, I’m a ride or die type of girl. A story from my childhood that summarizes it pretty well is when I was in 2nd grade my friend wet her pants and she didn’t want to go to the nurse for it alone so I peed my pants so I could go with her and she wouldn’t have to be alone. Like, you know, a professional problem solver

• and I have genuinely attacked people for fucking with my friends but don’t snitch pls 🕳🏃‍♀️💨

• But also just anyone, people at my school tend to come to me with their problems for me to either help solve them by reasoning, or just to confront the other person like the bad bleep I am 😈😈

• I also have a huge daydreaming problem, it’s literally maladaptive daydreaming. So paired with my ADHD I don’t get shit done like ever.

• I have really high empathy levels I guess, like I always say hi to everyone I see on the street, especially if they look sad 😔 I’ve done it ever since I was a little kiddo.

• My fashion sense is very much a preppy/alt style. I wear those ripped tights and fishnets, I also have the MOST BIZARRE JEWELRY- like who allowed me to buy the gummy worm glittery earrings, hmmm???????? and those Mary Janes???????

• But I love crew necks and pleated skirts so I always obide by the National “hoes dont get cold” policy 🇺🇸😫🦅

• I wanna move somewhere someday, I don’t want to stay in America for very long

• I can speak Latin, French, and my native language which is English.

• My music taste varies, but my all-time favorite artists who all of their music they’ve ever put out has been my favorites are, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, and Conan Gray.

• I no-joke have a sign in my front yard that says;

In ✍️ this ✍️ house we ✍️ don’t ✍️ worship Jesus ✍️ but instead ✍️ Melanie ✍️ Martinez

• My favorite shows are MHA (duh), The Promised Neverland, and Malcolm in The Middle.

• and I’m not going to tell you what I prefer in a partner, because that ruins the fun 😤

• but I will say I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t really make me laugh. Like I’m used to doing most of the talking in convos but if you’re just boring I’m sorry it’s nothing personal but no thanks 😐✌🏻

• About my physical appearance, I have fluffy n curly brown hair, but when it’s in the sunlight it looks sort of brown but golden yk?? It’s shoulder length :) I have bleach blonde streaks in the front. I like wearing eyeliner most days, too. I’m pretty average size/ on the skinnier side. Kinda high key inscure abt my body bc I got flat shamed in elementary EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TIDDIES NOW- whatever 😤🙄. I also have crystal type blue eyes, and I do have fairly big eyes. But, like, not weirdly big. A good big. My cheekbones are ALWAYS PRESENT so sometimes I get called a Tim Burton character but it’s cool ig ☠️☠️ oh and I’m kinda short. I’m 5’3, even though my doctor said I’d be 5’7. I feel like I was either tricked by the doctor or someone just stole my destined height while I was asleep. It’s probably cause I didn’t keep an eye out for Selener 👁 😔😔

• I’m a definite night owl, like all of my energy comes at night which really sucks cuz I can’t do much since everyone else is asleep.

• My love language is touch starved so I’ve never figured it out ✌🏻😗🔫

• but I am an attention whore so idk 😏

• I’m a huge introvert with social anxiety. It isn’t as bad as it used to be cuz I used to not be able to like go to restaurants but now I’m much better.

• I’m a huge history person, mostly like sad history LMFAO. Uh but a lot of my hyperfixations have been on history. Some examples are The Roman Empire, Julius Caesar himself, Anne Frank, The Titanic, the Black Plauge, Helen Keller, Marie Curie, Slavery in the US, Joan of Arc, and just a lot more. I always love talking about these things if someone would let me ramble to them but no one ever does 😖 it also got to a point where for all these subjects I’d go to the library and try to find a book on them but usually I’d either have already read it or I’d read it and know all the information.

• I’m super into Greek Mythology, I have 7 books filled with the stories, I’m going to Greece maybe this summer to see it’s history, and named my hamster Aphrodite but we call her Aphie. I also will talk about this forever and ever if you let me.

• My favorite color is yellow, my favorite food is literally nothing I never have an appetite, my favorite planet is Saturn, favorite song is Tag Your It by Melanie Martinez atm but it changes like everyday.

• Music is a huge safe-space for me if I’m feeling down or having a panic attack. It calms me down n is overall my coping mechanism 💃🏻💃🏻

• Biggest fear is spiders, even looking at one gives me a panic attack and I cannot sleep at all for that night, adding to my insomniac ass 🧎🏻‍♂️🏌️‍♀️

• I’m mature for my age, I don’t exactly like hanging around kids my age and I get along better with older crowds.

• i don’t like conventional dates, (I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO SOUND ‘QUIRKY’ AHAHA) I kind of like having a best-friend type partner more so dates that aren’t as romantic as like the movies or a fancy restaurant suite me better. My dream date is playing Monopoly on my bedroom floor 🦧

• Also I hate getting gifts. End of story. If someone gets me a gift like awe that’s nice but never again, I’d prefer to get you one. Especially in a romantic partner 😐 i keep a journal of my friends’ interests and hobbies so I can get them the perfect gifts for their bdays and Christmas’s. Been doing this ever since 4th grade.

• Though I don’t have much actual experience with relationships🧍🏻‍♀️

• I’m a huge believer in ‘family isn’t blood, it’s who you make it’ because I have a pretty shitty family life and my childhood has been trash. My friends are my family to me.

• Also if my friends don’t like my romantic partner ✨ GOODBYE ✨. Sorry girlie, bros before hoes 🦨💨

I was going to put more but I’m so so sorry for how LONG AND COMPLICATED THIS IS- idk if this is a autobiography or a matchup at this point 🤦‍♀️ don’t feel pressured to do this and if matchups aren’t open IM SO SO SORRY LMAO uh yeah ilysm 🦎🎂🧃

OMG ASLDFKJHASLKDJH

🥺 i’m so sorry bby but matchups are closed ;-; my 100 follower event was over while ago (i guess i should’ve specified that in the asks i answered LKSAJHFLKJAHDS SORRY IT’S MY BAD) but you sound so cool?? i had a lot of the same hyperfixations interests (heLLO helen keller was badass AF and the roman empire was messed up but still v cool, anne frank was awesome too) i also may or may not have wanted to be a politician when i was younger alskdjfhalkdhj but now i’m just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lost and anyways you’re amazing >.< love u lots and don’t forget to drink water and eat a lil something hehe :p

#coco answers #nonnie <3

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danvillecheese · 5 years ago

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ok. I watched act your age again and i just need to get some stuff out. yeah. I agree with dan: it’s a sweet episode. it’s got a sort of nice vibe to it. but it just doesn’t feel realistic to me. it’s two specific things that I don’t like and they’re

matchmaker friends

the fact it took them til they were 18 to get together

I’m gonna start with the matchmaker friends thing. I get that it’s showing what these characters look like in the future (and that the ex-fireside girls are somehow important) but it’s a disgusting trope that I don’t think belongs on phineas and ferb. I genuinely don’t like it because they’re really showing how forced the episode is.

also, slight tangent, this also makes the other pairings seem forced as well, like baljeet/ginger and ferb/vanessa. yeah they’re het couples and both childhood crushes but that’s also not realistic at all to be quite honest. isabella is shown as a girl who’s super busy all the time (more than likely to take her mind off phineas bc she’s trying to get over him) and doesn’t interact with her friend group like she used to. now, I know that sticking with a friend group for more than 5 years is kinda unrealistic as well, but this one was pretty tight-knit so it’s probably pretty realistic for them. phineas is shown as a very average teenager who can’t decide what uni he wants to go to, as he’s been accepted to tons due to his incredible mind. this barely reflects his real self, because his personality is incredibly lacklustre and he seems apathetic toward pretty much everything. as a kid he was energetic and full of ideas, which is why his character seems so fake. it’s as if someone who watched one episode wrote this episode and was like “hey why don’t we just have him feeling depressed bc he hasn’t heard from his girly friend in ages but also can’t decide what school to go to but then he decides to go where his girly friend goes because they kissed and it’s all romantic” (that’s it by the way. that’s the whole goddamn plot). so in a nutshell, isa is shown as this busy teen who doesn’t hang out with the friend group anymore, and phin is shown as someone who’s sad bc he doesn’t realise his crush likes him back. so the fireside girls say “hey. isa’s leaving for university. why don’t we fulfill her childhood dream by trying to get her together with her crush. oh. and we’ll ask His friend group so that it’s both sides of the relationship. boys vs girls if you will” and yeah. thats their motherfucking plan (this is why I like fanfic so much more).

it’s forced. it doesn’t flow like the rest of the show, because the whole ship (thanks to the matchmakers) is being made to happen no matter what. where are the clips of isabella crying? goddamn, summer belongs to you was more emotional than this. isabella has grieved for the last few years of her life because she’s been running after a boy that (she thinks) doesn’t like her back. what about the clips of phineas falling for her? 11th grade, he’s sitting in homeroom and sees her across the room. sitting atop a desk with one leg folded over the other, laughing with the fireside girls. he loves the way she smiles when she laughs. he wonders if he can ever do anything to make her do that. but she’s clearly not interested in him. it makes him feel that weird sensation he’s felt for a while. it’s in his chest. it feels like a pit. it happens every time he realises she probably doesn’t like him back. what was the word he used? friendzone? yeah, thats it.

the lack of emotions in this whole episode makes it feel rushed and squished into a 22 minute segment. even another 10 minutes could have done the trick. put some more montages in. get rid of that ugly fireside matchmaking subplot and put some phin and isa being bro’s in. they could be the ultimate brotp. but everyone skips over their friendship because of isabella’s romantic feelings towards phineas. this episode completely tears apart their friendship development near the end of season 4. for crying out loud, phineas was running around the living room of their house in pharmacists because he was so scared she was gonna get hurt. he risked his own life to save hers and she did the same. but the writers for aya didn’t even acknowledge it. there’s only room for fake matchmaking friends in these halls.oh, did you order a big bucket of emotion? sorry, this is disney channel. you’re not gonna get it, I’m afraid.

alright, here’s something that really busts my gut. it is the most unrealistic thing that it took them til COLLEGE to get together. for christ’s sake, they were best friends at the age of 10 or 11! surely it would have only taken them a few more years to do something, at the very most 5 or 6 years. hardly 8! that’s too long for best friends who like each other to not get together, or at least kiss platonically and keep doing it until it gets legit! it doesn’t state that either phineas or isabella had any other relationships before their own buuuuut I do like my personal headcanon that baljeet and phineas dated at some point. and that maybe isa went out with like… idk. some other boys from their class at some point.

that pretty much concludes that. long story short, I don’t like the unrealistic vibe of this episode and even though it’s sweet it isn’t realistic for this pairing and doesn’t really deserve to be such a celebrated episode.

#phineas and ferb #phineas flynn #isabella garcia-shapiro #act your age #phinbella #yeah im mad about it ok #also im on mobile idk how to do the ‘keep reading under the cut’ thing lol

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theexistentialistdancer · 5 years ago

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A Eulogy for Roxie

I remember when I first saw Roxie as a puppy, outside the gates of the Mena House golf course. I thought she was a boy dog since she didn’t have anything distinctively girly about her. Her nose was long and narrow, and she was born with no tail and was very small. I couldn’t catch her and so I tried to remember I can’t save every dog. She disappeared for awhile and then when I brought the floof to the shop, she resurfaced and I discovered she was a girl and she was super smart and friendly. She would play with the floof and they had a blast together, and I kinda tried to keep my distance because at that point I already had collected the floof to re-home and I was overwhelmed at having two dogs. As a dog-lover, this is the hardest thing in the world to do, since my instinct is to save all the dogs I see on the streets, but I have serious limitations. I didn’t have the space or the funds or the living environment to have a dog, and that is why the floof was up for adoption. She was older than the floof and was scrappy and a bit of a short stack - definitely fun sized. She never did get very large, but was stocky and developed an elegant beauty about her. Even as a puppy, she had a mind of her own. I would tether the floof to a chain outside the shop, and Roxie was so smart. She knew how to lift the end of the leash off the anchor and free the floof to play with him, and when they would play together on the golf course, she would try to take his leash off of him. She acted like he needed to be freed because he had a harness on, and she LOVED to be independent and run. I nicknamed her “the floof’s girlfriend” and felt so sad I couldn’t take both of them home with me every day. I prayed her sassy attitude and street smarts would keep her safe, since a puppy surviving past nursing is impressive in the pyramids area.

After the floof left (he was adopted in Boston and is now named Malik), I still hung out with Roxie, who did not have a name yet. I was hesitant to name her because my heart had been so broken by all the other dogs that I had tried to save and failed, but she was street-wise, sweet, and quickly became my shop buddy. I fed her every day and looked for her, but she truly became mine when she had an emergency. Her back left foot had been run over by a car and her bones and muscles were exposed. I found out that it had been like that for about 12 hours. I scooped her up with Kokee and took her to the vet, and she was an absolute dream in the car. She acted like she had been preparing for that moment her whole life, as she had seen the floof leave in the car many times. She looked out the window and made herself right at home. She took many car rides after that, and she was the queen: always looking out the window and challenging the dogs we passed as if to tell them she had arrived.

We got to the vet and bandaged and cleaned her foot; it was not as bad as it seemed. Her toenail never did grow right again, but she eventually regained almost total use of her foot. She sat at the vet and let him work on her injury like she couldn’t even be bothered to look at it. That was her personality exactly; whenever something uncomfortable happened, she was perfectly aloof until it passed. She was the perfect family dog: tolerant, patient, smart, and independent. We had to change her bandages every 24 hours and clean and put glycerin on her wound. I know it hurt her a lot, but she was so quiet and calm and let us help her every day.

While at the vet, we discovered she needed to be spayed as soon as possible as she was older than I thought, so we scheduled her surgery. She was super happy staying in boarding, since she got to eat lots of fancy food. The vet laughed at this shaabi baladi dog staying in the same kennels as fancy breeds, but by that time I was already known as the crazy foreigner who brought baladi dogs to get help. We got her all her injections and she had a fancy “pet passport” issued to her. Not long after she was finished with her surgery, Velma arrived.

Velma was a tiny puppy with floppy ears, lanky legs, and velvety fur, and like Roxie, she had no mother to be found. She latched onto Roxie immediately, Roxie was the street-wise, gang boss to Velma’s mushiness, and they perfectly balanced each other. I declared them sisters and finally gave them their official names: Roxie, after Roxie Hart in Chicago (a name that had just stuck with me for her from the beginning), and Velma as her sidekick.

And so there we were, at our shop by the pyramids: me, Roxie, and Velma. All day, I sat with my dog family and played with them, laughed while they sneaked into the shop to nap, fed them chicken, and trained them to sit. I scratched their ears and sat on the ground with them against all the norms of Egypt, and we had beautiful days. I laughed at how they would steal sandwiches from the cafe next to the shop, and could push the door open to sleep in the air conditioning. Velma loved water so she would go find a nasty puddle to splash around in, and she showed Roxie how to do the same. Velma sat like a baby seal and had to be touching Roxie at all times, and Roxie grumbled in return but tolerated tiny Velma’s love. Roxie was not an overly affectionate dog, but she was loving when she wanted to be. She would give nibbles with her front teeth and liked to sleep up against your back, or with her head pressed up against your leg. I wanted to take them home with me, but I live in a shared house with people who do not like dogs inside and the shop always had people to look out for them, so I had to believe they were as safe as could be arranged in my situation. They were like farm dogs: independent and self-sufficient, and intent on going and visiting anyone they wanted. Roxie had a air of royalty about her, and I declared her the queen of the Haram Street Hooligans, an original gangster. But then one day, animal control came through the area and tried to collect dogs. Roxie hid, but Velma was scooped up until Mimo, Kokee’s dad, saved her. After that, we put them up on the shop roof at night to keep them safe when there was no one around.

Thus began the battle of the roof versus street for my two dogs. For Roxie and Velma to stay on the roof, they needed daily water and food, which was sometimes difficult with timing. But they were not allowed to come to my house, so the roof would have to be the best solution. I went every day and made sure they had fresh water and food. People would also let them down to the street during the day, but wouldn’t put them up again at night, not understanding what the big deal was for me to keep them safe. Once, the upstairs door wasn’t secured and they came down to the shop and chewed up some papyrus before taking a nap. Sometimes I had shows so I wouldn’t be back by the shop until late, and then I would discover they had not been put up. I tried to find a home for them, but because they are considered “common” dogs, I was unsuccessful because baladi dogs are everywhere in Giza, and I did not want to split them up. I was their caretaker, the end. With regular poisonings and morning dog sweeps by animal control and the medical research teams, I was beyond paranoid, but I tried to find a balance with what was within my control. The roof wasn’t perfect either; Roxie had decided to climb ALLLL the way to the top and make it her lookout.

Then two things happened at once:

The roof of the shop was taken by another company, and the pandemic happened. I started fighting to bring both Roxie and Velma home; I was not going to tolerate them being out in the street 24/7. Roxie was smart though, and she snuck into the shops and napped on the couch, staying the night inside. Everyone told me that they were street-savvy and knew their way around, and I should not be so worried. It was not good enough for me, and finally I succeeded in bringing both of my dogs to my house. We anchored a metal hook into the ground for long tethers, and watched them carefully to see where they would go on their own. Our street has a few large households and there were constantly people outside looking after them, including the owners of the same neighboring shops from their original area. After one month, it was clear that they refused to be tethered and would stay on our quiet street, venturing out onto the main road only if someone was with them. We also have a large speed bump on the main street as well, so I was relatively confident that they were safe from cars. Roxie and Velma were, after all, street dogs, and they knew their way around the roads from being free in the pyramids area.

For a month, everything was perfect. I made them delicious food every day of chicken and rice and eggs, and at first I put potatoes and carrots until I saw that they picked them out and left them in a pile. I cooked their rice with chicken broth that I snuck from the regular food for extra flavor, and was happy that I got to give them yummy things to eat. Roxie buried her food in an old blanket she “borrowed” from who-knows-where, and then panicked when she saw me shake it out and chicken pieces went flying. We decorated our house for Ramadan, and Roxie was perplexed at the speaker. They “helped” hang the streamers and investigated new visitors. They napped in a sand pile at the neighbor’s houses, and stole flip-flops and pranced around like they were the winners. I found a pair of ram horns they had collected and brought home to me. They said hi to the new foal on our street and played with the children. I put their fancy collars from the USA on them, purple for Roxie and pink for Velma (I later had to take them off because some people were planning to steal the collars). It was joyful and I felt like I had finally succeeded in saving them, finally making my house feel like home. I was wrong.

On April 21, 2020, tragedy struck. At 3AM, I argued with Kokee and went downstairs to visit my dogs. Roxie snuggled me, and gave me sweet love nibbles which had a way of bruising afterwards. I laughed that her paws smelled like corn chips, and I searched her body for stray ticks. She had none, as usual - Roxie was very clean somehow. I stroked her short, stiff hair and kissed her long nose, and rubbed her belly, which was dark-colored because under her hair, she had black skin. Her pointed, too-big ears were my favorite to play with, and I scratched them as she rolled off the steps. I pulled her back up, and she flopped right off again. Around 3:30AM, I went back upstairs and went to sleep, comforted by her silly scrappy way of loving. Velma was nearby, but for once she was too interested in sleeping to bother to snuggle me, so I got all of Roxie’s sweetness.

At 8:30AM, I took our Airbnb guest to 6 October to shop. I felt emotional, but I thought it was due to not sleeping well. The car was parked in the back so I looked down the front street to see the dogs on the way out and saw Velma. I assumed Roxie was next to her and just blended into the sand, as she had dug out a nice little crevice to sleep inside. We went to the store and came back around 11. I parked the car and showed my guest the stolen ram horns. I didn’t see either dog (later my memory would trick me about this), but they normally slept behind the house in the shade during the middle of the day so I carried my groceries upstairs and didn’t worry. I knew they were not out on the main street because I would have seen them on my way back.

A few hours later, I went up onto the roof with Mimo. I looked over the side of the roof and again saw Velma. Roxie was no where to be seen but she was so independent that this was not unusual. I went downstairs to clean the kitchen and help with dinner, and Kokee called saying he had food to give the dogs for dinner. Great, I said, but he took a long time to come back. I was heading downstairs to feed the dogs anything I could pull together since Kokee was late, but then he stopped me on the way and said he had something to tell me. Roxie had been hit by a microbus and killed, and it had happened at 6/7AM that morning, not long before I had left to take my client to the store. The supermarket had seen it happen, but they didn’t bother to tell anyone until Kokee had returned. The Egyptian Animal Control had taken her body to somewhere undisclosed (we have yet to find out where they take animals), and the supermarket guy said Velma had sat with Roxie for awhile after she had died, and then came home on her own.

I screamed in anguish. My sweet, mafia-boss Roxie, had been killed and no one told me?! Everyone knew she was my dog. How could she have been killed by a microbus, when they are so slow? I even tried to run away from Kokee in a microbus once in the midst of a silly fight, and later laughed that I took the slowest vehicle in all of Egypt. Donkey carts move faster than a microbus. We have a speed bump. How could no one tell me what happened??? How could I have truly not noticed she wasn’t around for a full day? How was no one on my entire street aware?? We have two uncles, numerous cousins, many friends, and in our own house, eight people. Not a single person was told? There were cameras outside all the stores, but no one was able to produce footage of what happened. She was hit right outside our street, not even in the actual street. I demanded we find her body, and so we went around the normal areas that animals that die are placed for pickup in Nazlet El Semman and searched all the dumpsters to find nothing. Kokee called every contact he had to try to find out where the city takes animals that have been hit by cars, and no one could tell him. Although Velma had been able to say goodbye, I was beyond devastated that I would not be able to bury her, stroke her fur one last time, or apologize for not doing better to save her. I had tried my best, and yet I still failed; she was only 1.5 years old. I had dreamed of when I would have my own place and be able to bring her and Velma inside, to live happy, comfortable couch-napping lives. I thought for sure I had at least a few more years, and I had thought about how I would send them both to the USA to stay with my mom. Roxie’s foot had been healed for 9 months, and it was almost completely normal aside from the occasional toenail flareup.

The other question that was immediate was how Velma would survive without her big sister? Velma relied on Roxie for everything. Roxie took care of her, showed her how to be a street dog, and taught her the mafia life. Without Roxie, Velma turned into a puddle of mush, and they were bonded. Whenever I would be at the shop and I didn’t see one of them, I could ask the one I did see to find her sister. Once, Velma ate half her food, then went and found Roxie and brought her back to share with her. All I had to say was, “where’s Roxie?,” or “where’s Velma?” and the other would find their sister.

The first night without Roxie, we put Velma on my balcony. I had tried to put them both there before, but it had turned into a huge fight. Roxie was very vocal, and she refused to be told what to do. She wanted to either be RIGHT NEXT TO ME or completely free. People complained about her barking. However, with this tragedy, the fight was over - there was no way in hell I was going to leave Velma alone. I had to carry her up two flights of stairs, and I brought her blanket that she stole and her ram horns with her.

The next night, Velma decided to look for Roxie. She sat at the end of my street and watched for her sister, wagging her tail every few seconds in anticipation. Velma is a full-body dog, and every emotion radiates throughout her being. If she is looking for someone, you know it. She laid down and waited, then asked me to go with her outside to the main street by grabbing me with her paw and walking out. We went out to the scene of Roxie’s death, and Velma sat there, looking around, and then sighed and went back home. My heart shattered into even smaller pieces, and I cried more tears than I thought was possible.

The entire house mourned her, although some more than others. We called Zayn, one of our regular shop workers, and told him and he was very upset. Zayn is a very kind, religious man from Upper Egypt, but despite being religious, he loved both dogs and regularly played with them. Unlike many religious people, he had no qualms about petting dogs. Kokee’s mom cried, and his dad was also sad. Roxie was our mascot at the shop, and Mimo knew I loved her deeply. Of course, Kokee was equally as heartbroken as me, as she was just as much his dog as she was mine. He cared for her constantly, gave her food, changed her foot dressings alongside me, took her to the vet while I was traveling, and laughed at her antics. She was a strong part of our family.

Kokee dedicated two Ramadan food bags to Roxie, which is a Muslim way to offer extra help for her soul to go to heaven. All dogs go to heaven, but maybe the food bags earned her the place of mal3ma in heaven too. She was the true queen of Haram Street.

I keep thinking I will see her saunter up my street, coming home. Her ghost haunts me, even though just hours before she died, I gave her so much love and belly scratches. I wish I would have stayed longer and kissed her nose one more time, and scratched her wiry, short hair and booped her ears. I didn’t get to bury her, but at the same time, I know she was buried with other street dogs, so they have each other for comfort. I just wanted a little more time with her before she left me…

I’m grateful I know exactly what happened to Roxie, and that she didn’t just disappear without any record. I’m grateful for the love nibbles she gave me, the snuggles, the comfort, and the laughs. She was silly in the most baladi way possible, with the funniest humor. She definitely gave me some fleas, and she entertained me with chasing moths, sneaking into the shop, and she had a way of communicating that was so clever. She always made it clear what she needed. I’m grateful for all the times I saw her nubbin of a tail wag when I said “I love you Roxie,” and all the side-eye she gave me when I woke her up from a nap. She was the perfect companion, and was so patient and tolerant of everything. and I’m unbelievably grateful that I had the honor to know such a wonderful dog and to borrow her from heaven for awhile. One day, we will nap together on the couch again, and I’ll squish her face and look at her beautiful eyes and kiss her on the nose, and never let her go again.

Rest in peace, ya Roxie. I hope you found other friends from the pyramids over the Rainbow Bridge, and you are all laying in a beautiful pile of soft sand in the sunshine. You are missed every single day by your Earth family, and you were the best dog anyone could possibly hope for.

In Roxie’s honor, I hope to spay/neuter some dogs in the pyramids area. When the pandemic is under control, I will share details of the plan.

#baladidogs #baladidog #egypt #giza #pyramid #haramstreet #rescue #dogrescue #cairo #roxie #expatsinegypt

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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hi! :) i was wondering if i could please have a matchup for haikyuu!! please? and a little nsfw maybe only if ur comfy with it?🥺👉👈I’m a bisexual female, whose a mix of british and italian. my zodiac sign is a pisces and i’m type ENFP-T. i’m about 5’1 and i have long brown hair with red and blonde highlights. my eyes are hazel and i need glasses, i have a curvy yet still skinny body type with big breasts. As for my personality, i tend to be more on the extroverted side but i do like having my space sometimes. i’m super outgoing and loud but i know when i need to calm down and i can be really chill. most of the time guys think of me as ‘one of the boys’ because i tend to do stupid shit with my guy friends💀. but i tend to dress either very girly or very laid back. i have a vintage/preppy style or sweats and a t-shirt. i have very gen z and dark humor and i really like to joke about things that shouldn’t be joked about but i do know where i need to stop. i can handle teasing and i’ll usually shoot it right back and i tend to be really sassy and sarcastic without realizing it. i like making people happy and tend to put everyone before myself due to my insecurities and lack of self esteem. most people think i’m super confident because of how high i hold myself, but i’m not because i actually have extremely bad anxiety and it is the root of my depression. i usually get really bad panic attacks when my bottled up feeling burst out because i never really talk out my feelings because i don’t want to bother anyone and i’m scared people will think i’m annoying. (i’m so sorry, that was sad! back to the happy stuff🥺💗) i also have bad ADD😔🤚 Some things i like are baking, playing instruments, makeup, and art! i like to paint a lot and i always have and music has always been a hobby since i was kid because i’m a musical prodigy! baking is a whole different story though. it’s my favorite thing to do and i want to open up my own bakery eventually! makeup i enjoy doing special effects makeup or fun eccentric ones! i don’t natural makeup for outside the house though. i also like video games, marvel movies, and books! My favorite subject is science! any form of science, i like biology, chem, astronomy, etc. (fun fact: i had the periodic table memorized since 7th grade). as for my dislikes, i HATE hospitals. i pass out every time i enter one. i also hate spiders. I also forgot to mention that i have an undiagnosed medical condition that causes me to continuously pass out. i pass out for about 30 seconds about every 2 weeks and i have to take medication for that 3 times a day. As for what i’m attracted to? i cant really say much because i kinda varies, but i like trust and humor in a relationship. i kinda feel like i need someone that i can open up to because i have a hard time expressing my real feelings but i also want to be able to laugh with them because making other people happy makes me SO happy!

anyways, this was really long and i’m so sorry for that💀 please take your time and do this at your own pace! make sure to drink water and rest up well! i hope you have a FANTABULOUS day!🥺💗

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Hello Anon~! (I noticed the way you sent it in and am assuming you’d like to be anonymous~) Of course you can have a match-up~! I hope you enjoy who I’ve paired you with~! Thank you so much for your support and your request~! ;;

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

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First things first, this boy will always comment on how short you are. Though he means it in an affectionate way. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable and pocket sized that he’ll try to take you everywhere with him! He vibes well with your extroverted personality and honestly it becomes too chaotic at times where he might end up at the end of some light hearted scolding from the team mom. Initially, he doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you until he takes note of how other guys try to befriend or get close to you.

It sorta makes him become a big pouty jealous baby— despite it initially being cute he can be a bit possessive and literally will swoop in and pick you up before making a statement of, “SHE’S MINE. YOU ALL KEEP HOGGING HER!” Though in reality it’s Lev hogging you to himself. Kuroo makes fun of him for it and definitely snitches to Yaku whenever he tries to get out of extra practice to go on a fun date with you. He will literally provide you with a bountiful amount of his clothes if you want to borrow them to wear. The first time he saw you wearing his shirt he literally fainted on the spot. It took a lot of coaxing from him to let you know he would most definitely not faint a second time if you wore his shirt again.

He loves your dark humor and honestly relates to it pretty well. He is 10000% supportive of you and will do anything to help you get through an episode of emotional recourse or if you need someone to vent to. Though don’t go to him for advice, his poor volleyball smacked head might not be the best for it. He does however have connections to helpful senpais’ who’ll definitely help you in case you need advice or perspective to get through and to work through your depression.

Now, your hobbies bring a whole new light to Lev that he’ll definitely be the one to hype you up and show you off to the entire team whenever he can. He’s also a slut for your sweets. Absolutely loves them and will literally brag that he has the best bakery at home.

Onto a bit of spice and zest~ along with the PDA portion~!

Let’s be honest here, first things first Lev is the most awkwardest baby at Nekoma to try and do anything relatively zesty. But give him some time to research and do some learning and honey– oof you best be prepared for yourself.

Despite what most may think, I definitely see Lev as a switch. He definitely won’t be afraid to take control in the bedroom, but secretly loves it when you decide to take full reign and treat him like the little brat he is. He loves to be praised and will definitely do anything to your little heart’s desire when it comes to pleasuring you. (Within consent of course~.)

Surprisingly though, out of the bedroom he’s much more confident in his actions. He’ll hold your hand, literally carry you around, kiss your cheek, the whole 9 yards. He’s a lot more confident in giving you affection after he does his research project. That’s for sure~.

#match-ups #matchup #submissions #anime matchup #submission #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu match up #lev haiba x reader #lev x reader #lev haiba

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twilightofthe · 5 years ago

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In celebration of Mutual Acquaintances.. Satine: 5, 6, 7, 8, 28, 31, 42, 47, 48; Obi-Wan: 7, 8, 12, 14, 27, 31, 33, 47, 48; Padmé: 4, 6, 7, 8, 12, 18, 19, 28, 33, 34, 39, 42; The Disaster Boi: 10, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22, 28, 29, 31, 33 and bc we all need more sexuality headcanons, 13 for ALL of them

Whooo-WEE here we go, thank you! Get ready for VERY VERY LONG Rambling!

SATINE

(5) Cleanliness habits: Oh, she’s a total neat freak. Everything in her office is minimalist style and organized to a T. If someone moved something even an inch, she’ll be hounding everyone about who was messing with her stuff. Constantly washing hands, very clean, doesn’t like dust on stuff at all (has a bit of a dust allergy, actually. Lily pollen getting everywhere is a Problem for her). She’s practical, however, and if she HAS to get down and dirty, she will-- of course not without a suitable amount of icky faces made plus a side of complaints xD

(6) Eating habits and sample daily menu: Ok so we’ve got canon showing her eating meat, but don’t tell me Super Pacifism Lady wouldn’t IRL be that one ubervegan friend of yours on Facebook who’s constantly posting weird things about it and you gotta be like “aight Katie chill”. ANYWAY, so I’d say Satine in canon eats healthy-ish? She’s not the biggest fan of breakfast foods and is always up in the morning doing stuff, so she sometimes forgets to have anything besides black coffee. She’s not a particularly picky eater so she’ll eat whatever the cook is serving that day, but she prefers simpler meals, and can cook for herself (which came in handy during the Year On The Run because neither Obi Wan nor Qui Gon can cook for shit (my canon is no one in that line besides Anakin can cook and I’ll die with it) and eventually Satine was like “guys, I’m sorry, but no, u can’t try and protect me and then poison me at dinnertime. I’ll cook”). She does like to pair her evening meals with whatever drink she’s having that night. I also h/c her as a functioning alcoholic, so she’s always got SOMETHING to drink, but she is trying to work on restraint and control because when she was younger it got... Not Good at one point. She also has a sweet tooth though, and she really likes chocolate!

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Satine is a... twitchy.... individual with a stressful job, so she is kinda conditioned into stressing the heck out if she’s got too much free time. Therefore, a lot of her free time is spent trying to relax. Cleaning is theraputic for her, so she does clean (yes, there is a cleaning droid but it is nOT GOOD ENOUGH) when she can. She likes that Mando sword box game we saw Sabine and Fenn Rau playing in Rebels, it clears her head and lets her practice problem solving. She likes going for walks too. She’ll sneak down to the kitchens and just make a bunch of sandwiches. She does enjoy beautiful things, so I’d say shopping for dresses or browsing art galleries is good too. I also think she’d be the type to read and write poetry, then save bits she likes.

(8) Indulgences: Look, Satine likes Nice Things, ok? She does consider fancy wardrobe and buying nice paintings a bit of an indulgence, but she adores color so she excuses that as promoting happiness for the people. As so she does a fancy ship and other fancy trinkets around the house. She’s not a huge fan of most people touching her, but she allowed a massage once... she would be amendable to perhaps another in the future......... Scented candles are nice too, clears the head. She refuses to consider chocolate an indulgence because it is obviously the gods’ gift to humanity, excuse you. Are we calling lusting over her secret forbidden boyfriend an indulgence????

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy? The sad thing about Satine Kryze is that canon wise, she is extremely lonely. Literally everyone she trusts betrays her at some point-- which also makes worst enemy pretty hard too. In my verse, this has led to her kind of shutting away from friends because people always leave her-- though I’d say she’s always been close with Padmé; she sent aid to Naboo after the Federation Blockade and got to know and became extremely impressed with the young Queen, and they kept in touch afterwards. Whether they could be together or not, I’d always say Obi Wan was her best friend too because that’s ALWAYS necessary in a relationship, and they clearly stayed in contact and knew each other like the back of their hands. I’d honestly say her worst enemy is herself, cliché as it is, because girlie makes a LOT of mistakes-- and then never learns from them or even acknowledges they exist besides an “oh whoops, that happened, we fixed it, everyone as you were”. I get it wasn’t meant that way, but she legit committed ethnic cleansing against her political opponents. I hate to say it, but there are very valid reasons for a lot of people to Not Like Her (none of the guys who attack her on the show count because they’re literally all douchecanoes fuck them), and she kind of shoots herself in the foot trying to fix the problem but making it worse. I h/c her as having a lot of self-loathing problems because she is trying to fix things but nothing ever works and that must be her problem so she must try harder without ever confronting what exactly her problem is.

(31) Most prized possession: Woah, never really thought of that. As much as I want to say “pressed flower from Obi Wan”, that’s a little too sappy. I’m going to go with this. There is a famous Mandalore version of The Art of War, and Satine has an uber-extremely-rare first edition copy given to her from her father, who was a master strategist and had the wealth and power to collect nice things like that. Satine may be a pacifist, but she has her family’s warrior’s spirit, and she enjoys adapting the book’s battle strategies to her own political fights and how she shapes her own life. It’s an actual old paper book, so she keeps it in a locked box under her bed and only ever reads it by candlelight with special gloves on to protect the pages.

(42) Hobbies: Like I said before, cleaning, writing poetry, the occasional cooking. Oh! Whenever she has Korkie over, she lets them pick the activity they do. This may or may not lead to Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore getting very invested in Space Mario Kart. She’s good at it too! So yes, gamer girl, and she also likes looking at art and she’s also also pretty good at dancing and yoga, which she does a bit of both for exercise. She also enjoys watching shows at the theater, but she’s weird in the way where she refuses to watch TV or movies because they’re “not as good”.

(47) If they were to fall in love, who or what is their ideal: I’d say trust is the most important thing for her, given how many things go wrong in her life. Someone she can trust to be herself around instead of The Duchess and can both support her when she’s falling but also call her on her bullshit (or try to, anyway) when needed. Again, she likes nice things, so she tends to fall for super attractive people lol. Another thing is, she likes to feel safe. She goes for the protectors, those who fight for everyone and can come back and hold her tight in a hug if she feels like she’ll fall apart because she sometimes needs someone to protect her too. They also have to be as smart as she is (only smarter if they’re not a dick about it) so she can have intellectual conversations (indignant yelling matches), and she needs someone who can match the firecracker she can tend to be, someone who can jump right in after her. Not a weakling, basically xD

(48) How do they express love: She just says it (”I love you”), if they’ll let her. If they don’t let her or she can’t for some reason (*coughOBIcoughcough*), she becomes frustrated because she isn’t always the best, emotion-wise, and she worries she’ll make the wrong gesture or do something to mess up, so frustration can build towards the other person so she can also be very snappy at them. In general though, familial or romantic or platonic, it’s just lots of soft smiles that no one else sees, letting them see her in casual clothing, teasing them or telling jokes, trusting them enough to tell them about the confusion and stress inside her head.

OBI WAN

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Obi Wan is of the opinion that time enjoyed is never wasted, so he only views wasted time as exactly that: time that could be spent doing something but is instead being wasted not doing anything or doing something he doesn’t like. His favorite things to do when he has time to himself are read (he’s not picky, he’ll read most things with an interesting plot, though he does enjoy a good mystery or historical nonfiction), watch trashy tv shows (he’s only watching them to judge how bad they are, it’s Anakin’s fault, really, he watched them first, and Obi Wan just needs to know what happens next--), sketch random objects (he’s a pretty good artist, and it’s relaxing), do research on stuff because he is a NERD, go bug Anakin and/or Ahsoka because he honestly delights just sitting in their company and hear them talk about their day, drink with friends, spar (with Anakin, preferably, he’s the most of a challenge because he knows him so well, and he’s the only one who doesn’t hold back at all), sit in the Temple gardens and check on Qui Gon’s favorite flowers he planted there and bask in the serenity of it all.

(8) Indulgences: Ooooohhhh this is hard because Obi Wan is so Obi Wan about that sort of stuff, it can be difficult to read what he would do xD I’ll say he indulges in food? That while Jedi probs have a pretty strict health food diet, on the weekends or once a weekday he indulges in getting nice stuff for breakfast, ice cream for dessert, fried food at Dex’s because why not, it tastes good and Anakin did a good job today or he did a good job today and that deserves something, so oh well, he’ll just work out harder tomorrow. He’s also has some very nice old teas he saved from Qui Gon The Absolute Tea Snob he’ll have when he feels he needs it, and he’s got a cabinet with like four bottles of different really good, expensive alcohols that he’ll drink when he REALLY feels he needs it. I’ll also say this, boi is vain about his hair. Will never admit it in a million years, but he is, so he’s probs got at least some sort of haircare products that aren’t exactly necessary, ya know xD. He also does like his creature comforts when available, so I’d say he’s got a couple super fluffy blankets and maybe the thread count in his sheets are a bit higher than average cuz hey, soft things are nice. He also indulges in being lovey and mushy to the people he cares about

(12) Favorite book genre: Hey, I kinda talked about that! So yeah, I’d say he’ll probs try anything, but he likes mysteries and thrillers since with a book the Force can’t give you any Bad Feelings about anyone, so the surprises are genuine surprises. He also likes historical nonfiction because he is a NERD, but he’ll absolutely pick up whatever’s at the top of the Galactic Times Bestseller’s List if it’s there and give it a chance

(14) Physical abnormalities (including injuries/disabilities, illnesses, allergies): His right hip acts up in the cold from an old slug wound there (Anakin does indeed tease him about being an old man), over half of his teeth are fake or replaced because come on, have y’all seen how often he’s been hit in the face? Scars literally everywhere because everyone and everything has tried to murder him at some point or another. I h/c him with ADD, depression, anxiety, and dyscalcula (he had to really work to be good with numbers) as well as PTSD because basically all of the Jedi do at some point (someone HELP THEM). He also has TMJ, which I also have and I project my issues. It gets worse when you’re stressed and grind teeth, so it’s valid. Idk whether it’s canon or fanon that he has some food allergies, but I am ALL FOR IT with him just... forgetting about them??? And then eating some food and be like “hwoops I’m dying lol” while Anakin is like seriously Master again? and legit ends up the Mom friend with a list of foods like “is there gonna be this food in it? Cuz he can’t eat it” and then he’ll eat it anyway cuz it looks good and Anakin is all “what do you have in your MOUTH” and he’ll be like “uh” and yeah, that sounds funny

(27) Biggest regret: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS. ok so we all know how literally everything about Obi Wan’s life is a mcfreaking nightmare. We ALSO know he blames himself for literally everything. So yea, he’s got a looooot of regrets. I’d say his biggest though is not being a good enough Jedi (in his opinion) to save those he cared about (Qui, Satine, Anakin, Pads, the entire dang Jedi Order, etc.). Maybe just not a good enough person, in his eyes. If he hadn’t screwed up somehow, everyone would still be here and fine and omg someone help him

(31) Most prized possession: Luke Skywalker. Ok, not actually, but y’all can’t deny Luke was Obi Wan’s greatest treasure. I’d say actually tho it’s holos, of people he loves and cares about, in a kind of album he keeps to himself. He hates having his own picture taken, but he loves seeing the smiling, laughing faces of everyone he knows (and is reminded of them when they’re no longer here).

(33) Concept of home and family: He always feels like other people overcomplicate this. Home is where you feel safe to always return, where you belong, and family is those you love and wish to spend your life with. Now, the fact that he only really allows himself to acknowledge the Jedi as a whole as his family and doesn’t exactly allow himself to dwell on specifics like what Anakin means exactly to him, what Ahsoka means, what Qui Gon meant, because he does love everyone as a family, why does he have to define it? That’s a whole ‘nother basket of his issues lol

(47) If they were to fall in love, who or what is their ideal: Obi Wan Kenobi has always been attracted to chaos and danger like a moth to a flame, so anyone he loves is gonna be a whirlwind of an individual. He likes someone who can challenge him, who can test him. He likes someone who’s loud and bright, the stars at the center of solar systems that everyone else can’t resist orbiting around and Obi Wan is no different. He likes snappy humor and the amusement he can get from playfully bugging them into hissing at him. They have to match him as a team, they have to be able to work with him (and he knows he’s not always the easiest to work with) and have his back. He likes passion, he likes dramatics, he likes the kind of strange ones that other people find a bit hard to get along with, but he couldn’t love them any different from themselves.

(48) How do they express love:

PADMÉ

(4) What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy: Assuming the people in the kitchen were not making food, Padmé would fix them with a firm Senatorial Scolding Face and ask them politely if they could move it somewhere else. She can easily outargue any protests; the kitchen is for cooking and she needs to make dinner! If ppl were making food in the kitchen, Pads would roll up her sleeves and ask what she could do to help so it would be done faster and she could get started. She grew up with her mother insisting her and Sola help out with all the household chores, kitchen duty included, so she’s a fine cook. Anakin learned to cook from his mother too, so sometimes their husband/wife bonding time will include just making dinner together and enjoying each others’ company. In an OT4 situation with Obes and Satine, Obi Wan is the only one out of the four of them who Cannot Cook and is legit banished from the kitchen except for making drinks/certain desserts, so it ends up with Anakin, Padmé, and Satine all talking and laughing while preparing food while Obi Wan pouts sits in the doorway and talks from there

(6) Eating habits and sample daily menu: Ok, so you know how I said Satine can sometimes get distracted by work and skip breakfast? Well Padmé is like that but worse. She gets so busy with duties, she just forgets to eat for very long periods of time, and then she’ll be doing something and be like “woah, I’m hungry, I don’t think I’ve eaten today,” and Sabé/Anakin/Bail/whoever she’s with will just be like padmé nO. When she does eat, however, she is one of those crazy people who Does Not Like Sweets. Like, at all, they just don’t agree with her. Anakin is scandalized. Satine is scandalized. Everyone is. She just doesn’t like them. She’ll eat fruit, but that’s as sweet as it gets. So when she does remember to eat, or if she’s going out for a dinner, it’s usually something pretty healthy-- though Pads will confess to a weakness for nice cheeses. There’s also this one really greasy bad fried chip thing that she’s got a secret weakness for. Padmé’s also not a huge alcohol person; like, she’ll drink when others do, she’s not a lightweight or anything, but she won’t seek it out herself, just, something about the taste, and she doesn’t like not being in control of her head.

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Honey, Padmé is from Naboo. The luxury planet. They know how to lazily waste time in style. She loves long baths and listening to classical music, walking in nature (she loves flowers), practicing new hair styles, facials and manicures. She also reads the gossip columns (no she doesn’t, you never heard that) because she needs the tea. She just do. She likes to read and study new languages (because she is Queen Overachiever) or just add to her bucket list of Ways To Improve The Galaxy. Padmé totally has a Space Pinterest. In reality, she trained herself from a young age how to relax so being a teenager in planetary politics didn’t literally kill her.

(12) Favorite book genre: ROMANCE! It’s canon that Pads is just such an ushy, gushy romantic of a person, so she likes stuff like Space Jane Austen and all the other romantic books. She refuses to associate with Anakin’s trashy dollar romances, she thinks they’re bad writing. He does not agree. He also called one of her faves boring once. They do not discuss books. But also Padmé likes political history and civilization books cuz politician, and she’s pretty into the mysteries like Obi Wan is. She likes religious texts too, learning about different ones, she finds it interesting. Reading can be hard for her because I h/c her as dyslexic, but she loves it too much.

(18) Favorite beverage: Spiced cider. She could get it homemade back on Naboo; cool and refreshing when iced but warm and tangy and perfect when heated.

(19) What do they think about before falling asleep at night: If Anakin’s not with her, she always thinks about him not being there. She can’t help it. If he is with her, she thinks about how much she loves him. She also tends to do a mental to do list every night of what she needed to do before bed and if she’s gonna allow herself to sleep now or not. She also has another mental to do list so she knows what she’s gonna do when she wakes up in the morning. With the damned war dragging on, more and more nights are spent going to bed troubled and worried for the future. She also daydreams, though, of what she can do after. Her happily ever after.

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy?: This is hard because Pads is so friendly with everyone!!! Queen’s Shadow really made me fall in love with Padmé and Sabé, but I’ll always be a sucker for the canon and fanon where Padmé’s best friend is Bail Organa. I’m sorry, but Bail is just a cinnamon roll of a human being, and he’s such a calm, levelheaded friend for Pads where she can be a bit overeager and chomping at the bit sometimes, but he’s also ALWAYS got her back and she can talk to him about stuff and ahhhhh and he literally raises her daughter as his own and gahhhhhh. Is it messed up if I almost want to say Padmé’s worst enemy is Anakin? I mean to be more general: her worst enemy is the Sith, as they destroyed the Republic and her entire life’s work and corrupted her husband and depending on if you believe the “draining life forces” theory (which I do) they killed her. But Anakin was the one who got past her defences, took her by surprise, and unknowingly ended up playing the most active role in her destruction, which is immensely tragic for both of them because all he ever wanted to do was love her (*crying*).

(33) Concept of home and family: For Padmé, home isn’t so much a place, but an idea of where you can feel closest and most at one with those you’ve decided to share your life with. Yeah, she’ll always love Naboo, but you saw how choked up she got in that TCW episode where Anakin called her Coruscant apartment “home”; for her, home is a state of mind. Family is a bit different; she’ll always have a bit of an idealization towards her own parents’ marriage and how she’s seen Sola’s, and how families developed from that. Canon shows she’s envious because she can’t have that, the 2.5 kids and a dog with a white picket fence outside and a large backyard mentality. She has issues over being separated from family; she had to drop the Naberrie name to go into politics, so I’m guessing there’s some distance felt there, and she can’t even publicly acknowledge her own husband as her husband, so she’ll cling to the idea of a “perfect” family as a someday, as a maybe, and working towards that someday and the long goal she can forget just how complicated and messy her real family-- her parents and sister, her husband, her husband’s new adoptive sister, her husband’s boyfriend, his weird side of the family --is. It’s even more pronounced when everything is falling apart in Revenge of the Sith and it’s obviously falling apart and Anakin is obviously Not Fine, she tries to retreat and take her comfort in “oh but when the baby comes and we can be a Family, things will all work out perfect! It’ll be okay!!!”

(34) Thoughts on privacy (are they a private person, or are they prone to TMI): Padmé is an extremely private person. She’s been in the public spotlight since she was thirteen years old. Everyone’s always staring at her, what she’s wearing, what her opinions are, how she acts, who she’s with. Padmé has nearly nothing she doesn’t have to share with the public eye, so what she does have to herself she tends to hoard and not show anyone except for those she implicitly trusts. Now, whether she’s any good at keeping secrets is a whole other story, but she certainly tries!!! xD

(39) What recharges them when they’re feeling drained: Anakin can make things better or worse for her depending on the mood he’s in and the mood she’s in, but he usually makes her feel better just by showing up and being a dork. She likes her greasy chip snacks and a good book, but she’s a sucker for a good spa day complete with fluffy, comfortable clothing. Also, Padmé loves cat naps, and is the queen of setting an alarm and taking short power naps that actually have her waking up refreshed.

(42) Hobbies: Is creating new outfit designs via Space Pinterest a hobby? Because Padmé does that. Padmé is also the type of person to have a Space Candy Crush problem, and I completely believe that Satine got her into Space Mario Kart (Satine’s actually pretty good at it and Pads isn’t good at it at all, so it’s in no way fair, but they have fun xD). Padmé loves creating flower arrangements too, just creating beautiful things makes her happy. She loves calling one of her handmaidens over and having martial arts practices because she needs to stay ready to defend herself, but also it’s just fun and she’s a good fighter. Padmé’s also into scrapbooking, she makes a bunch of adorable books she puts together, and she gave one to Anakin on their first anniversary and he cried (she hides them, don’t worry).

AHHHNAKIN...

(10) Neuroses: Hooo boy, there’s a lot! Okay, so Anakin is a very handsy person. When he’s nervous or uncomfortable or stressed, he’ll always need something to do with his hands, whether that be fiddling with his clothes, tugging at his hair, messing with the digits on his mechanohand, poking at the wall patterns or other objects. In general, he hates sitting still and has a tendency to fidget if he has to for too long. He will also either stare you directly in the eye or dislike making eye contact at all, depending on his mood. Fiddling with machine parts gives him something to focus his mind and his hands on, so that’s a real big help for him if they’re available, often times he just keeps scraps in his pockets for specifically this purpose. He’s sort of aware he does this, but he doesn’t like to think about it much because that would mean thinking why, and if you try and point any of them out to him he’ll get embarrassed and probs just snap at you.

(12) Favorite book genre: Anakin really isn’t much of a book person. It has to do with his focus issues (I h/c him as ADHD), they just aren’t really able to draw him in enough to keep his attention. It frustrates him because that’s another reason why ppl imply he isn’t smart, which is dumb, he can read just fine, he just doesn’t like to. He does like the trashy penny romances I mentioned before. What can he say? He’s a sucker for the drama and swooning and Epic Proclamations of Love. He’ll read books about the latest ships and speeder models too, because he’s interested in that. He’ll also read tactical strategy books too, because of the war and all. It’s just not his go-to form of entertainment.

(14) Physical abnormalities (including injuries/disabilities, illnesses, allergies): Metal hand. Eye scar. At one point is one big giant asthmatic burn scar who’s like 80% robot. But we’ll focus on Anakin as of now. When he was a child, some brute in the market cracked him hard across the back with something heavy. It damaged his spine, and Shmi was terrified for a while he’d never walk. Thankfully, he recovered, but now his spine is funny as in it is super flexible. Like backbends where it looks like he’s snapped in half, that flexible. It gives him fantastic advantages in acrobatics and combat, but it also means he can do that creepy walk the girl from The Ring can do. He has managed to successfully scare the living piss out of Obi Wan, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, and multiple others on different occasions by emerging from the shadows in the middle of the night doing the Ring walk. No one was pleased. Yoda thinks it’s hilarious though. Anakin gets hit in the face just as much Obi Wan does, so he also only has like less than half of his real teeth still in his mouth. Is also covered in various scars from people trying to kill him dead. In total, I project many mental illnesses onto him, so I say he has anxiety, ADHD, BPD, and PTSD. His super strongness in the Force means he is a complete lightweight, so alcohol is an uh oh for him; the only positive is that he never gets hangovers. It also means that Force sensitive objects may suddenly go flying at his head when he’s just trying to casually stroll through a creepy old temple. I also h/c that Anakin is allergic to tookas/lothcats. No other animals, just them. And it’s hilarious when on one occasion some kittens made their way into a briefing room and he just bursts into a sneezing fit, which, why are you all laughing at me? and then Rex points out the little kitten just perched on the top of his head. Poor baby actually does chafe pretty badly from sand too, so his hatred isn’t completely unwarranted.

(18) Favorite beverage: Coffee with a gazillion lumps of sugar in it, protein powder because he’s all about the grind, a hint of space chili pepper, and like a dozen other ingredients that should Not Go In Coffee (one of the ingredients Is Bugs). Obi Wan claims he tasted the concoction once and had hallucinations. Ahsoka says she saw a drop melt the edge of the tabletop. Padmé won’t go anywhere near it. Anakin says they’re all cowards; it’s the only thing that can get him up and focused in the morning.

(20) Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?: I h/c that amongst the slaves, Shmi was the local medicine woman. Therefore, Anakin as a child was constantly getting first exposure to all the local sicknesses and building up immunity, so besides one bout of food poisoning, he never got sick as a kid. Once he got to the Temple... well, he was past the age where all the other kids had gotten vaccinations, Obi Wan, bless him, hates dealing with medical and was distracted by everything else and kind of forgot to make sure Anakin was up to date with everything, so he caught EVERYTHING. EVERY LITTLE THING WOULD MAKE HIM SICK. HE HATED IT. OBI WAN HATED IT BECAUSE THE ONLY SICK PATIENT WORSE THAN ANAKIN IS HIMSELF. IT NEVER ENDS. ANAKIN IS TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD AND STILL CATCHING SHIT LIKE THE SPACE CHICKEN POX. THIS ISN’T FAIR.

(22) Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?: Lots of writings of stuff like “Padmé Skywalker” or “Anakin Kenobi” cuz Ani is at heart a 12 year old girl. Ok ok ok, but actually, there would be lots of different stuff on the page. Mathematical calculations for ships and designs because he is a canon engineering nerd and I h/c he’s a whiz at math. Also little doodles. Anakin’s not a bad artist himself; his style is much more cartoonish than Obi Wan’s, but it means he can do cool little actions scenes of different ships or pods, him being a badass, Yoda getting attacked by space seagulls, etc. Maybe designs for another japoor carving (I h/c he keeps the hobby). Or, the page might be folded up as Anakin turned it into either a boat or a hat or an airplane that actually flies, or just a ball of paper he set on fire because he was bored.

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy?: OBI WAN KENOBI FOR BOTH OF THEM DAMMIT ANAKIN WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. Alright, alright, in reality, his worst enemy is probably more of a combination of himself and his own fears, Sidious for being an evil, manipulative asshole, and society for creating his fears and traumatizing him (though mostly it’s himself because he absolutely had the choice to do the right thing, but he didn’t). Obi Wan is absolutely his best friend though. No competition.

(29) Reaction to extrapersonal disaster (eg Oh no, the house is on fire! What do we do?): For Anakin “I burned down the Republic because you left for an afternoon and I panicked” Skywalker? “Ok, no problem, I got this. I’ve got this. No, wait, I don’t got this. I defiNITELY DO NOT GOT THIS, I MADE IT WORSE, HOLY SHIT, NO ONE PANIC, I NEED AN ADULT-- (Ahsoka: You are an adult) --I NEED AN ADULTIER ADULT.”

(31) Most prized possession: His loved ones ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And we’ve got at least six movies and a tv show telling us exactly how that did Not Go Well For Anyone

(33) Concept of home and family: Hmmm. I’d say where he feels safe and comfortable. Again, it’s stated in the show he feels at home at Padmé’s, but honestly? He refuses to acknowledge Tatooine cuz ya know, the slavery, so he never really had a strong childhood home, and while I want to say he considered the Temple home at one point, , I’m not sure he does because I feel he’s always on red alert for things to get worse so he never really lets himself get comfortable anywhere-- not even Padmé’s. Family is a bit easier for him; a group of people who love each other-- and for Anakin, it doesn’t have to be blood relations but if you ARE related by blood, you’re a family member by default and he will be Very Offended by blood relations who cut away from their families because he feels if you’re connected like that, you should love each other.

#that took a WHILE but i had fun!#hope y’all agree or at least thought ‘hey that makes sense’#feel free to tell me your own!#one (1) hot mess #our only ho #queen of my heart #peace out #team hot mess #star-crossed lovers #when we were young #political wives #the big 4

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 6 years ago

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Brother (Part 2)

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian may/queen x reader

TW: swearing, mentions of violence

Genre: Fluff and kinda angsty

Word Count: 2.1K

Requests: OPEN

Requested: (1) Hi darling 💙 may I request some borhap cast or queen fluff of them cheering up reader because she burst into tears after having a rough day at school? I just had one and I feel shitty, plus my friend told me shitty things about me and even though he said he was joking it made me feel bad... sorry for this strange ask and also for bad English.

(2) Brother part 2 ???

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Brian was about to lose his mind. His house felt small when his bandmates and his sister were wedged inside. Everything seemed louder, with Freddie and Roger's constant bickering. It was a godsend when the phone broke the loud squabbling. Brian let out a relieved exhalation before sneaking past his bandmates, tugging the phone off the hook.

"Hello?" Brian's voice turned louder with every second as the arguing continued.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Harold and Mrs. Ruth May or Mr. Brian May?" A cold voice made him jump lightly, turning his head to hear the woman better.

"This is Brian May, who's this?" He requested, wrapping the phone's cable around his wrist, as Deaky shot him an odd look, curious as to who was on the phone.

"This is Sunset High School. We need you to pick up your little sister, (Y/N) May," The feminine voice answered harshly, so harsh that Brian winced before his eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement and concern.

"Why? What happened?" The curly haired guitarist couldn't believe what he was hearing. Were you sick? Had you gotten into a fight? Had something terrible happened?

"We'll explain everything when you get here, please just come pick up your sister, Mr. May," Without another word, the line rung dead and Brian released a huff, placing the phone down before pulling his shoes on, rushing to the door and grabbing his keys.

"Where are you off to, Bri?" Roger enquired, cutting Freddie off mid-reply, blonde hair falling in front of his eyes as he turned. Suddenly all attention was on the gentle giant.

"Something happened to (Y/N), her school needs me to pick her up," Brian explained, already twisting the door handle to open it.

"Is she okay?" Deaky suddenly perked up, worry filling his eyes.

"That's what I'm going to find out, I'll be back later," Brian quickly closed the door behind him, opening the door to Roger's car before heading towards your school.

You glared at the boy beside you, a large black bruise tattooing his left eye. Elliot shot you a furious, yet defeated look, before looking away, intimidated by your strong eye contact. You felt on top of the world, underneath all of your rage, until you heard the delicate voice of your older brother. You froze, and you saw Elliot snicker as your brother walked in. Your eyes immediately met the floor, feeling your blood run cold. The headmistress opened her door, ordering you and Brian into her office. Reluctantly, you stood up, wiping at your bloodied nose, wincing as you caught your busted lip, following after your long-legged brother. You kept your eyes locked on your feet as you both took a seat in front of your headmistress, knowing that there was angry look on his face.

"Mr. May, I'm sure you'd like to know why you've been called here," Mrs. Andrews began, placing her interlocked hands onto the desk.

"Yes, I really would," It was clear the fury in his voice wasn't aimed at your headmistress, but you instead.

"Well, your little sister here decided to attack another student- unprompted, may I add," You ducked your head down, fingers meddling with the necklace that hung around your neck - a gift from Roger- anxiously waiting for Brian's reply.

"Oh, is that so?"Brian forced out from gritted teeth.

"Indeed, now, in order to keep other students protected, we'd like for you to take her home and keep her away from our academic grounds for a week," Mrs.Andrews' voice was stern and dripped in disappointment; she'd always been fond of you, taking favour of you over others. But yet here she was spreading bullshit about being unprompted!

"Of course. Apologies on (Y/N)'s behalf. Have a good day, Mrs.Andrews," Brian stood up, extending his arm and Mrs.Andrews shook it before dismissing you both, calling in Elliot and his dad. Brian gestured for you to walk out and you stepped in front of him, head lowered as you made your way out of the building, bag shouldered onto your back.

The drive home was filled with a tense silence, almost suffocating you.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened?" Your brother asked harshly, though it was more of a command.

"Not particularly, no," You shot out, turning your head to look out of the window.

"Don't think that we aren't going to talk about this. I'll call mum, or get Freddie on your case, "You rolled your eyes, glancing down on your phone and beginning to type. Just as you pulled up at a red light, your phone was snatched from your fingers. "Hey!" You snapped, reaching out as Brian slotted your phone in the car doors side pocket.

"If you believe that you get the privilege of your mobile phone after what just happened, you are insane," Brian growled, eyes fixated on the road as the light turned green. You crossed your arms, glaring at your lap, fire in your eyes. Soon, you arrived back at Brian's house, instantly climbing out,, grabbing your back before slamming the door aggressively. You stormed into the house, stomping up the stairs, ignoring the looks of the boys. Brian followed swiftly after.

"Change out fo your uniform then come downstairs. We're going to talk about this," Brian instructed, stopping as you crashed your door closed.

"Did you find out what happened?"Roger asked, glancing up from the video playing on his phone, tugging an earphone out of his ear.

"What do you think, Roger?" Brian hissed.

"Brian, dear, chill out. She's clearly upset and if you're angry it won't help at all. It will make it worse actually," Freddie advised barely looking up from his game of scrabble with Deaky.

"Brian stays with Roger, I'll go talk to (Y/N), calm her down so you both can think logically," Deaky stated before standing from his seat and clambering up the stairs. Deaky paused by the door, hearing Panic! At The Disco playing quietly, knocking on the door gently.

"Fuck off, Brian!" You exclaimed, burying your face in the pillow.

"S'not Brian. Can I come in, love?" Deaky requested, a noise of consent leaking through the door. He heard the door lock click and let himself in just as you collapsed face down into the bed. The bassist frowned, perching himself on the edge of the bed.

"Hey girly," Deaky greeted quietly, watching as you rolled on your back, turning your head to face him. You looked both furious and upset, tears threatening to spill despite the scowl on your face.

"What is it, Deaks? If you've come to lecture me, just wait until I come downstairs in a minute," You huffed, standing up and turning your stereo off, readjusting your shirt - you'd stolen from Roger when Queen come to stay for the spring and summer.

"I'm here to calm you down. I know that you're angry, girly, but neither you nor Brian are going to get anywhere if you're both angry. Roger is helping Brian take a breather," Deaky reassured, voice calm and even. Next to Brian, Deaky was like a brother. Freddie and Roger took the position of your best friends. Deaky had such a domestic vibe about him, it was almost surprising that he was in one of the most up-and-coming rock'n'roll bands. You let out a breath, running a hand over your face.

"Okay...Okay. Alright. Just give me a minute, Deaks," You wandered into the bathroom and Deaky made his way back downstairs, where Roger had just about calmed the guitarist down. To Deaky, it was a peculiar seeing the hot-headed drummer calming the usually tranquil guitarist. Not even a second later, footsteps echoed down the hall as you reluctantly wandered down the stairs. Just like when you entered, all eyes were on you. By the time you came downstairs, all the boys were situated at the dining table, an empty seat placed between Roger and Freddie, Brian and Deaky sat opposite the unoccupied seat. You gulped before silently pulling the chair and sitting down. Your eyes remained fixated on your fingers, running your thumb over the broken skin of your knuckles.

"(Y/N), can you please tell us what happened? I only dropped you at school two hours ago," Brian enquired softly, reaching across the table to take your hand.

"Don't want you to be mad at me," You mumbled anxiously. Roger, Deaky and Freddie exchanged concerned glances.

"Just be honest. No one will be angry if you're honest, love," Deaky shot you a reassuring smile. Every second you sat surrounded by your friends felt like decades.

"I, um, there's- I- well," You attempted, your breathing increasing dramatically. Roger placed a hand on your shaking knee.

"It's alright, girly, take your time," the blonde stated softly, prompting you to take a deep breath.

"At school, there's a kid who won't leave me alone. He constantly harasses me and won't stop picking on me. Elliot talks shit about me. He used to be my friend. I hit him because... he found out that I'm your little sister and said some awful stuff about you guys. I got angry, furious even, and he said "What? Are you gonna hit me, you weak cunt?" so... I did," At some point during your explanation, tears had begun to leak from your eyes. Freddie wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you so you leant into his side

"Shh, birdie, it's alright, darling. Calm down, breathe," Freddie guided, rubbing your arm gently. During your confession, Brian's face had shrivelled into one of sadness, Roger's expression showed fury and Deaky showed concern. And, though you couldn't see it, Freddie's face screamed anger as well. Roger placed a hand on your back, while Deaky took your other hand.

"Pooh bear, why didn't you tell us?" Brian asked, carefully running his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Didn't want you guys to think I'm weak. That I couldn't take care of myself," You answered allowing Freddie to wipe away the seemingly endless stream of tears.

"Girly, we would never think that you were weak," Deaky responded, squeezing your hand tenderly. You could see tears rimming his eyes- it made you feel guilty.

"You're the most badass person I know, chickie! You're not weak for asking for help," Roger agreed, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Pooh bear, I'm your older brother, I'm here for you. I'm in your corner. I want to protect you," Brian sounded like he was on the verge of tears, doing nothing to stop the salty water making its way down to your chin.

"Thank you, guys. I'm sorry about the waterworks,"You mumbled, removing your hand from Deaky's grip to scrub at your eyes.

"Don't apologize for crying. Don't you dare," Roger demanded delicately, just as Freddie placed a kiss in your hair.

"I'd suggest moving schools but you graduate in two weeks," Brian added, twirling the ring on your pinky - the ring identical to the one on his middle finger.

"Only one, considering that I'm not allowed to back for a week," You replied, wiping away the last of the salty water.

"As soon as you go back, Brian's going to talk to your headmistress, won't you, darling?" Freddie narrowed his eyes, informing Brian that there was no discussion fo the matter.

"Definitely. Don't worry, love. We'll sort this out. At least you can do extra exam revision this week," Brian joked lightly and you let out a light chuckle.

"Bri, I love you but that's the last thing I want to do right now," You smiled, leaning into Freddie a little more, enjoying the warmth and comfort he provided.

"What do you want to fo, girly?" Deaky asked with a fond smile.

"I want to go to my room and listen to Panic! At The Disco. Then I want to eat, watch a movie and go to bed," You smiled back and the men around the tab;e laughed quietly.

"Alright, if that's what would make you feel better, then go ahead chickie," Roger squeezed your shoulder before you stood up and hugged each of them. Your brothers, who would love you no matter what.

Bonus:

"Thanks for making dinner, Roger," You wiped your mouth as Brian began picking up plates, Deaky helping him to place them in the dishwasher.

"No problem, chickie," Roger grinned at you before going back to wiping the dining table. Suddenly, Freddie grabbed your arm.

"C'mon birdie, lets set up a movie. Your choice, dear," Freddie instructed, leading you into the living room. A gasp escaped your lips at the sight. A large pillow fort dominated the room, the Tv buried underneath the mountain of fluffy blankets and oversized pillows. Fairly lightly decorated the outside and, you had no doubt, the inside, spreading the room with soft light.

"I hope you like it, girly," Deaky stated, making you jump as he appeared behind it you.

"It was Bri's idea, chickie," Roger added and you smiled, launching yourself at your older brother.

"It's perfect."

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emeraldwaves · 6 years ago

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Title: A Little Pixie Dust For Bakugou’s Birthday! Pairing: Kacchako Rating: T Word Count: 4,511 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Bakugou hates Disneyland. He hates the lines, the people, the strollers. But his girlfriend can make him appreciate anything.

Full fic under the cut! Thanks to @amaisenshi for betaing <3 <3

'Happiest place on earth' his ass.

Bakugou glared at the large mass of people pushing through the crowds as he stood on Main Street, U.S.A. in Disneyland California. Most people dreamed of coming here, but Bakugou dreamed of leaving as soon as fucking possible.

His shoulder lurched forward, and a woman apologized for bumping into him as she maneuvered her stroller down the street. He growled, small explosions crackling in his hand. There were too many goddamn people.

Why the hell had he agreed to come here?

"Mina-chan, Mina-chan! Look, look! These displays move!"

Oh.

That was why.

Uraraka Ochako had her arm hooked through Pinky's. Her round cheeks were flushed, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

She was why. He clenched his fists, stopping himself for causing more of a scene. Unless otherwise authorized, quirk usage wasn't allowed in the parks. He flared his nostrils, sucking in a long breath.

"C'mon man, lighten up!" Kirishima's voice cut through the screaming children and various excited murmurs spreading throughout the street.

Bakugou growled. "I don't know why people fucking love this place."

"Hey Baks... language," Kirishima hissed, looking around nervously at some of the children running about.

"Who the fuck cares?" he grumbled, lowering his voice ever so slightly.

Uraraka pointed at the window, and cupped her own cheeks. She swayed her hips back and forth, the pink skirt flowing around her hips. They'd barely walked into the park, and already she'd bought pink, sequin Mickey ears which matched her skirt.

She was way too fucking happy about all this. Bakugou was convinced Disneyland was going to be one giant headache and a bunch of lines he would be forced to stand in, only to get to ride mediocre rides.

"Katsuki-kun!" Uraraka turned around, waving her hand frantically, gesturing to the window. "Come see!"

He rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, stepping over to where she was. Pinky grabbed Kirishima, dragging him around the corner to look at something else, leaving Bakugou alone with his girlfriend.

Well, as alone as they could be in this giant fucking park with millions of people.

"What?" he snorted.

"These window displays move!" she laughed. "See! This Peter Pan one..."

The scene showed Peter in the Darlings' house, the three children eager to learn to fly while Tinkerbell's dust shimmered on the side. After a minute or so, the house twirled down out of sight and the roof popped up with the city skyline, the children floating above the roof with Peter.

Even Bakugou widened his eyes; how the hell did they get it to move so easily!?

"Isn't it amazing!?" she giggled, leaning closer to the glass.

"It's fine," Bakugou shrugged, letting his hands fall down by his side.

Her hand brushed against his own, and she laced their fingers together. "To be honest," she began softly, "I've always loved Peter Pan. When I got my quirk, I thought I was magical like Tinkerbell, since I could make people float."

"Mmm..." Bakugou grunted. Minus the ability to make people fly, Bakugou didn't really see the similarities between Uraraka and Tinkerbell. Uraraka was way cuter and far nicer, though he did enjoy imagining her with a cute bun for a moment.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head. "I-I guess that was pretty stupid of me."

"Oi..." he grunted, squeezing her hand. "You're not stupid." He would never think that of her. "I just think... you're way fucking better than that basic bitch."

Uraraka's eyes widened. "Did you... just call Tinkerbell... a basic bitch?" she snorted, small laughs slipping between her lips.

"Compared to you, yeah," he grumbled and pulled her away from the window display. "What rides do you want to do? Chances are we're gonna be waiting in line for ages so pick a few that you know you wanna do."

Uraraka's gaze flicked back and forth. "Well... we have to do Big Thunder. B-but Space Mountain is also supposed to be amazing! We have to try and do as many as we can! I mean... we probably won't be coming back anytime soon unless we want to visit Deku-kun," she said.

"Hell no," Bakugou scoffed.

She narrowed her eyes. "I thought you might say that. It's... kinda weird that we all came together but... we'll be leaving without him."

"Oi... he chose to study here."

"I know that," Uraraka said, her lips curling into a pout.

Although he wouldn't admit it... it was a little bizarre to imagine Deku being away from everyone. They'd been out of school for a few years now, climbing the ranks as sidekicks, and now... most of them were ready to go solo. However Deku chose to take some time away to study in America. Apparently he'd been in contact with that Melissa Shield girl for quite some time and the two were hoping to better things for heroes in America.

And of course, Deku couldn't just do anything quietly... no he had to leave with a bang. So when he told them, he'd invited practically their whole class to join for a trip to Disneyland. Bakugou hadn't originally wanted to go, but after lots of begging, lots and lots of begging from Uraraka, the one person who actually mattered, Bakugou reluctantly agreed.

And now here they stood, on Main Street in Disneyland, and Bakugou hated it. It was hot and there were far too many people.

But damn if Uraraka didn't love it. She looked far too cute in her Mickey ears, her eyes glistening with happiness and excitement.

Deep down however, Bakugou knew she was worried and sad to be so far away from one of her best friends.

"Ochako-chan!" Mina called, waving a little ways down the street. "Do you wanna ride Space Mountain with me and Eiji-kun!?!"

"Yeah! Well, that decided things," she giggled. "Deku and Melissa and Todoroki and Momo said they would meet us by the castle later for a group photo! Then we should all do Splash Mountain!"

"Whatever you want, Cheeks."

The two girls skipped down Main Street hooking a right into Tomorrowland. The cheesy synth music made Bakugou roll his eyes.

"So..." Kirishima said, nudging him. "You gonna do it tonight?"

"What?" He frowned, unsure he wanted to know the answer to what Kirishima was asking.

"Y'know... ask Uraraka-chan to move in with you!" he hissed quietly.

Bakugou sucked in a long breath of air, letting his teeth scrape across his lips. He had promised himself he would ask her soon, meaning before the end of this trip. He knew she was already feeling a bit lonely, losing one of her close friends, so perhaps them moving forward with their relationship would help.

Or it was far too soon.

Kirishima let out a long sigh. "I know that disgruntled face. You know she's going to say yes and what better place to do it than here. She's obviously having the time of her life."

Of course she would say yes. She wasn't an idiot.

"Mina and I have been living together for almost a year now and we've been dating for less time than you guys."

"Shut it," Bakugou grunted.

"And you know, I overheard the girls talking earlier; if you take a picture in front of the castle at night, it's good luck, so maybe if you ask her there it'll be even better luck for your future-"

"I said shut it, Hair for Brains!" he grumbled, stomping forward.

He didn't want to take a picture in front of the stupid castle. He didn't care about this trip... he just wanted to get it over with.

They made their way to the Space Mountain line and Bakugou wasn't surprised to see the wait was almost 70 minutes. It sounded unpleasant, but no one else was complaining, so Bakugou stood in the line grouchily, letting the girls and Kirishima entertain themselves.

"Katsuki-kun, are we going to wait for the front?" Uraraka asked, leaning against him.

"Wait extra? Why the hell would we do that?" Though he had to admit, once they stepped inside the building, they'd been met with cool air. It was oddly refreshing and Bakugou wasn't sure he was ready to give that up.

"Because apparently the front is the best spot!" Uraraka smiled.

"Ocha-chan, I hate to burst your bubble, but usually the back goes faster," Mina explained.

"But with Space Mountain it's better to be in the front so you can't see anything!"

"Whatever you want, Cheeks," Bakugou muttered as they walked down the split off walkway.

Uraraka told the attendant she wanted the front, and the four of them were pushed to the side to wait for a few extra cars to go by. When it finally got to be their turn, Bakugou let Uraraka into the seat first, sitting down next to her. He pulled his lap bar down and waited for the car to move forward.

"You ready?" Uraraka asked, jiggling her leg nervously up and down.

Bakugou raised his eyebrow. "I am... are you?" he teased.

"O-Of course I am!" she stammered, giving him a shaky thumbs up.

He rolled his eyes and gently slotted his fingers with hers. "I'm here," he muttered.

"I-I know..."

It had been awhile since he'd ridden a roller coaster, and quite frankly none of them were quite like Space Mountain. The second they rounded the first corner, Bakugou was hit in the face with vibrant lights which lined the walls of the chamber. As they climbed the track, they grew closer and closer to the false space, and Uraraka squeezed his hand tight.

"Here we go!" she cheered, a nervous laugh echoing in his ear.

It was a helluva lot darker than Bakugou expected and Uraraka squeaked next to him as the countdown began, the coaster climbing to the top of the track. It turned the corner and zoomed off, Uraraka screaming loudly in his ear. Behind him, he heard Kirishima's girly terrified scream too.

"Oh shit!" he yelled loudly when the coaster turned another corner and began to pick up speed. Damn this thing was fast and it was so fucking dark. He really had been expecting to see a bit more.

His body jerked and turned, a few laughs escaping his lips as he enjoyed the high speed ride. Next to him Uraraka hollered excitedly, enjoying the intense turns.

A light flashed in the bright tunnel as the pulled into the station with a jerk, Bakugou lurching forward, still holding Uraraka's hand.

She pointed with her free fingers. "Pfft... Katsuki-kun, you should see your hair."

Which he did, when they walked to see their picture. His hair looked like someone slicked it back and the others chuckled while Bakugou desperately tried to push it back up. Uraraka looked fucking cute as shit in the picture, even though her eyes were wide, completely taken aback by the bright flash.

"We gotta go meet the group by the castle!" Mina called out, checking her phone.

Uraraka stumbled forward, grabbing onto Bakugou's arm.

"What the hell is this, Cheeks?" he asked, though he didn't like seeing her wobbling about.

"Ngh... I think that made me feel a little woozy. But... I want a picture of all of us," she whined.

"Oi, oi..." he growled. "They're not going to take it without you. Sit down." He placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to take a seat on the bench.

"That coaster went fast," she muttered.

"You'd think with your quirk you'd be used to feeling nauseous from time to time," he said, and took a seat next to her, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I know," she sighed and leaned against him. "I'm glad we decided to come. On the trip I mean," she said. "It would've been sad to not say goodbye like this."

"I know..."

He knew he should ask her. He could sense the sadness in her voice, despite how happy she'd been the whole damn day.

After a few more deep breaths, she jumped up suddenly and Bakugou blinked. "Okay!" she said. "I want to go take the picture! And if we ride Splash Mountain, that will for sure make me feel better."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Listen, if you feel sick speak up, Cheeks! I'll sit with you, you know I don't give a shit about all this crap."

This time, Uraraka rolled her eyes. "You've made that very clear."

She dragged him back towards Main Street, maneuvering through the crowds. She was oddly good at it, especially compared to Bakugou who kept bumping into people.

He felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode on the next person who accidentally hit him with their wide-ass strollers.

"Ochako-chan!" A voice cut through the crowd as he saw Ponytail waving frantically to them. She stood in front of the castle with Deku and Melissa, Kirishima and Pinky and of course, that shitty Half and Half. How fucking annoying.

"Momo-chan!" Uraraka giggled, moving to stand with her.

"I got us a few photos from the photographers so we can do a little photo shoot. All the couples can have private photos too, if they want! My treat!" Momo smiled. The last thing Bakugou wanted to do was take a private photo in front of all of them.

Besides... wasn't it better to do it at night? He didn't care enough to argue with her.

"Are you guys having a good day? What have you done so far?" Melissa asked, smiling at her old friends.

"We just did Space Mountain," Kirishima said.

"Mhm... I got a little dizzy," Uraraka admitted, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Are you okay, Ochako-chan!?" Deku asked, concern flickering across his green eyes.

"We sat down, she's fine," Bakugou hissed.

"O-Oh that's good! Thank you Kacchan," Deku smiled, taking a step back from her.

"What have you guys done?" Uraraka asked, oblivious to Bakugou's frustrations.

"So far, we've done Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mansion," Momo said. "But I still would like to try the Matterhorn, plus we'll all be doing Splash Mountain after this if we want to stick to our schedule."

"Right," Deku nodded, looking determined to keep things as close to said schedule as possible.

The group lined up, standing in front of the sparkling castle. In the light of the setting sun, it looked lovely. Todoroki and Momo were the first to take pictures, followed by Kirishima and Mina. Deku thankfully pulled everyone into a group, helping Bakugou narrowly avoid the couple picture, especially since he had a plan. He did feel a pang of guilt when Uraraka pouted a bit when they were seemingly skipped for the couples picture, but she’d be fine later. Hopefully.

"Say Mickey!" The woman called, and she snapped a few pictures, the group laughing as they did different poses and faces, though Bakugou stood grouchily in the corner next to Uraraka. His face barely made any changes; it just went from grouchy, to outright anger.

"I bet Kacchan didn't even smile, even though we're in the happiest place on earth!" Deku teased, nudging him.

"Oi!" Bakugou snapped, swatting Deku away from him. "You should be fucking thankful I'm even fucking here!"

Uraraka gently pushed at Bakugou's face. "Honestly Deku-kun, we're really happy to be sharing this with you." She smiled gently at her best friend and pulled him into a hug. "We're all going to miss you a lot. Even Katsuki," she smirked.

"Yeah right," Bakugou grumbled.

"Don't worry," Melissa smiled, gently patting Deku's shoulder. "I'll be sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Yes! IWe have Meli-chan taking good care of him!" Uraraka giggled.

"T-Taking care of!?" Deku gasped.

"Idiot," Bakugou grunted, rolling his eyes at the moron. Did he really not see how much the blonde girl cared about him?

"Splash Mountain time!" Momo said, pulling out her phone as a small alarm rang.

"Ah, yes, let's head out." Half and Half murmured, following Momo's determined gait. It seemed she had everything mapped out. Bakugou was grateful Uraraka wasn't that insane. He almost felt bad for Half and Half. Almost.

Uraraka slid her arm through Bakugou's and smiled. "We should follow, otherwise we might ruin Momo-chan's schedule."

"Yeah we can't have that," he grumbled, glancing to the side.

The group made their way to the back of the park where the line to the log ride began. The music was absolutely obnoxious, and they looped through the line. Thankfully, it was getting darker and no one wanted to ride the water rides when the sun began to set.

When they made it to the front of the line, they split their group off into two, the Nerd and Blondie and Half and Half and Ponytail, and Bakugou and Uraraka and Kirishima and Pinky. Bakugou bravely sacrificed himself to sit in the front, but really how bad could it fuckin' be?

Or so he thought.

The ride's animatronics were some of the creepiest Bakugou had ever seen, taking them down a few dips and curves past creepy birds, foxes and bunnies. Bakugou didn't even know what fucking movie this was supposed to be.

Suddenly the music shifted, growing darker as the log began to climb.

"This is it!" Uraraka squeaked, wrapping her hands around Bakugou's shoulders.

"Hah!?" he called out, glancing behind him as the log curved over the top of the hill. He glanced down, blinking when he realized how steep the damn drop was.

"What the-" he gasped, screaming as the log dove down under the large plastic thorns, water splashing up into their faces. Behind him, Uraraka screamed the loudest he'd ever heard, but it quickly turned to laughs when they got to the bottom and water washed up over all of them.

"That was so intense!" she giggled. "I'm soaked!"

Bakugou glanced down at his completely wet t-shirt. "Me fuckin' too, what the hell!?"

"What did you expect man!?" Kirishima called out, cackling. The boat gently rocked as it followed the track back to the beginning.

They stepped out, meeting up with the other group in front of them, all of them soaked through. It made Bakugou happy to see they all looking like complete morons.

"Look at Bakugou's face!" Mina teased, pointing at their picture. He was pale, his eyes wide; he honestly looked terrified.

"It was steeper than you expected, huh?" Uraraka giggled, bumping his hip.

"Shut up! It wasn't that fuckin' bad!" he growled.

"Kacchan, you do look scared!"

"You damn nerd!" he hissed.

Before they could continue arguing Mina grabbed Uraraka’s hand. "Let's go dry off!" Mina said as she led them to the bathroom.

Bakugou wrung out the bottom of his shirt. They really should've brought a change of fucking clothes. He glanced around, not wanting to listen to Kirishima and Deku babble on about Disney, especially with Half and Half chiming in.

It was then he saw it. In the window of one of the small shops, stood a small Tinkerbell statue. It was fuckin' perfect, especially after Uraraka had mentioned it earlier.

Now he could definitely ask her.

He stormed over to the store, ignoring Deku when he asked where he was going, and he stepped inside. He lifted the small Tinkerbell off the counter, not caring what the price was. Her green dress and wings sparkled with glitter and behind her were tree branches that propped her up.

Uraraka would eat this shit up and he had to ask her soon before they got caught up in dinner and more rides...

The girls returned and Bakugou decided to make his move.

"C'mon," Bakugou muttered without warning as he grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from the group.

"K-Katsuki! What are you-"

"Shut up and come with me," he grumbled, squeezing her hand.

"I was coming I just... don't understand why we're walking away from everyone and-"

"Oi," he grumbled and Uraraka shut her mouth. "Okay, okay... I'll be quiet."

"Good. We’ll meet up with them in a second," he snorted, dragging her across the bridge back towards the center of the park. The sun was beginning to set and the castle was glowing a gentle blue and purple, sparkles lighting up the spires.

"Are we going back to the castle?" she asked, following eagerly behind Bakugou.

He pulled her directly in front of the castle where various groups of people were taking pictures, though it wasn't as bad as when they had come as a group earlier. "Wait here," he instructed, leaving her standing by herself in front of the castle. He grabbed a photographer, wanting to make sure he got her a nice picture, since this seemed to be so damn important to her earlier.

He turned to face her, ready to join her in front of the castle, but stopped in his tracks when he saw her. The blue and purple illuminated her soft skin and rosy cheeks, and she stood patiently, her hands wrapped in front of her, her skirt flowing in the breeze. It was now or never.

"I thought... you deserved a nice fucking picture," he grumbled, and wrapped his arm around her.

"E-Eh!?"

"It's... good luck to take a picture in front of the castle at night," he grumbled, repeating what he'd heard. "And... it looks the better now, with it lit up and shit." He knew his cheeks were red from how hot his damn face felt.

Uraraka's eyes widened as she stared at him. "You're doing this for me? Taking a picture and everything!?"

"'Course I am dumbass!" he hissed.

He would do fucking anything for her.

Her eyes lit up, glowing with the castle. "Would you do one more thing?"

He narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Wear this present I bought you?" She smiled coyly, reaching into her backpack, and placed a pair of Mickey ears on his head. They were black, very simple, and he absolutely hated them.

"OI-"

"Just for the picture! Then you can take them off!" she begged, clapping her hands together minus her pinky fingers.

"I fuckin' hate you," he growled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder for the photographer to snap some shots.

He hated there was goddamn evidence of him at this park, wearing these goddamn ears. He turned to face her, letting the woman continue to take her pictures. Cupping Uraraka's cheeks, he pulled her closer, kissing her softly. With the glow of the castle behind them, it really did feel like there was some magical bullshit happening.

He pulled away, keeping his hand around hers.

"I think we got some great ones!" the woman smiled, handing Bakugou a card to pick them up later.

"Thanks," he grumbled and slung his arm around Uraraka, pulling her in for one more kiss. "There's one more thing..."

"One more thing? How else can you spoil me?" she giggled, smiling brightly.

Fuck, he could've spoiled her all day, every day. One look at her smile and he would've given her anything she damn well wanted. Instead, he knew he needed to ask her.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the bag, shoving the gift towards her.

She stumbled, holding on tightly to the bag. "Huh?!" She reached her hand in and pulled out the box with the pictured figure on the front. "Oh... Katsuki..." she breathed, her fingers trailing over the edge as she stared at the picture. "Wasn't she expensive?!"

"Shut up, you know I don't care about that shit," he growled. "If it..." he paused, clearing his throat. "If it makes you happy, it's fucking worth it."

"She's beautiful... I love her... I am very happy." She stepped forward and pressed her lips to his and he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his forehead against hers.

"I... I thought you could put her in your new apartment."

Her brow furrowed. "New apartment? But I'm..."

"Yeah... with me," he said, his voice betraying him by actually trembling a bit.

"With you? You mean... us together?"

"Yeah... We could find a place and she can be our first damn decoration."

"Katsuki-kun," she giggled, kissing him once more. "I'd love to..." she said, her brown eyes catching his reds.

"Yeah... I'd love to too..."

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, clutching the small box close to his chest.

"Love you too, Cheeks."

She grinned, wrapping her hand around his. "I know we're supposed to meet up for dinner but... what if we... did one ride just on our own."

"You're the only person I care about spending time with here. We can do whatever you damn well want."

"Good..." she smirked and began to tug his hand towards Frontierland. "Let’s go ride Big Thunder Mountain."

She dragged him through the park, and Bakugou didn't even care that much when a few people bumped into him. He couldn't help but stare at the back of Uraraka's beautiful brown hair. Damn why the hell was this girl so perfect?

Bakugou was pleasantly surprised to see the wait for Big Thunder Mountain was minimal, only about 20 minutes. Even then, it only took them about 15 to get up to the ride as they slid into their seats.

Uraraka bounced up and down. "I'm ready!"

"Yeah, I can see that. Calm down, Cheeks," he chuckled softly to himself. She was like a small kid, eager to experience every aspect of the park.

The roller coaster pulled away from the station and began taking them upwards. "Here we go!" Uraraka squeaked, throwing her hands up into the air as they curved around the first dip.

The coaster dipped and tilted around a corner, Uraraka waving her hands excitedly. The coaster moved slower than Space Mountain, but it was fun, thrilling enough, but Bakugou didn't feel like he was out of control, a feeling he very much appreciated.

As they climbed to the top for a final time, fake TNT blowing all around them, he couldn't help but cheer out in excitement. Thunder Mountain was a damn good ride, and those other idiots were missing out.

The ride curved down one more time until they halted to a stop. "Fuck..." Bakugou sighed happily, slouching in the seat.

"You really liked that one!" Uraraka teased, nudging his side as they stepped out of the car.

Bakugou shrugged as casually as he could. "It was alright."

"Think we could sneak-in one more ride in? This was the shortest line," Uraraka smirked.

"I like the way you think," he teased, leaning down to kiss her, before they dashed back into the line.

They climbed into the seat, pulling down the lap bar and Uraraka shot her hands up. "It's the WILDEST ride in the wilderness!" she cheered.

Fuck why was she so cute!? She even did a stupid poses while she called out the tagline.

He loved her so fucking much.

It was always a wild ride, and that was why she made Bakugou so damn happy. With her, everywhere was the happiest place on earth.

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #happy birthday bakugou!#disneyland au #other ships are there for later #gonna do a oneshot series

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