#cuz besides me he's the only other person that gives her attention lmao

[hellishgayliath]

my babies ( some of these are alil outdated, i should prolly get some more clearer pics next i visit my mom)

mufasa(chunky boi, he feels so dang heavy when you pick him up)

pudge

nala

and queenie/ cleo

[sanguineslave]

HI HELLO I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT GIVING U A PROMPT AND I LEAPT TO SUBMIT THIS

so uhh is it ok if you write some fluff about my bard Tav, Severin (he/him) having Astarion as the muse for his music? except Astarion doesn’t know this until after he shows the camp a song he wrote (and i didn’t add gale because i didn’t think to, i got the other main ones in cano though lmao). also this is Severin

tysm for reading this!!

Okay, I sort of went overboard with this because I haven't written anything longer than a few paragraphs in AGES, and I've literally never written fluff, but I hope this is alright! Your Tav looks so cool 👉👈 I was kinda afraid to write about him too much cuz idk his personality eksjejsjj

Misunderstandings

Content style: angst, fluff (???), comedy, probably ooc

Content warnings: mild references to violence and problems with sexual boundaries

Astarion is used to people staring at him. The past two centuries of his life had been filled with wanton gazes; his life's purpose was to attract attention everywhere he went, and he did it very well. He knew he was beautiful, tempting and handsome. He even revelled in it.

...So why was Severin's stare sending chills up his spine?

It had been going on for a few days, now— this awkward little situation. Astarion would sit and read, or pretend to read and eavesdrop on others' conversations. This was the routine he'd adopted since he first arrived at camp. But, now, anything he did was accompanied by fleeting little glances from the camp bard. At first, Astarion figured the man had fallen head-over-heels for him, that he was hot under the collar and desperate for some attention. Now, he's not sure if Severin is crushing on him or plotting his murder. His gaze is too fiery, too trained on the features of his face to be lustful. He never directly approaches him, either; just watches from behind his tent flaps, crossed legged and only ever looking away when Astarion meets his gaze.

Confronting Severin about all of this had crossed his mind, but he'd decided against it. Avoidance, Astarion figured, was probably the best course of action, at least until Severin finally snapped and put a blade to his throat. After all, he couldn't exactly prove that the bard had murderous intentions. Maybe he was just shy. Maybe, he was working up the courage to ask for a fuck and had no idea how ridiculously creepy his staring was. He wouldn't be the first man to be so oblivious...

"Tonight, we feast!" Wyll's booming voice rips Astarion from his thoughts, head snapping around to see what the warlock was fussing over. Beside him, Lae'zel holds up an elk by the antlers, the creature's eyes lifeless and clouded. There was an arrow sticking into its neck, weeping blood fresh enough to smell on the air.

"Fuck yes! I'll start the fire," Karlach rubs her hands together, the heat generated between them enough to create flickering embers.

"I'll fetch our wine," Shadowheart adds.

All at once, everyone is bustling around the camp, grabbing pots and emptying baskets to find fresh vegetables. Everyone except Astarion, of course, who bristles in place. A camp get-together was the last thing he needed; declining the invitation would make him look sulky in front of his companions, and joining them would entail a night full of Severin's awkward stares. The Hells was he supposed to do?

"Astarion?" Wyll calls his name, pensive. He hadn't realised he was scowling, fangs just barely peeking out from under his lip. "I was going to leave a hunk of the meat raw, in case, you know..."

Aha! An opening!

"Oh, no, dead meat is of no use to me. I like my food... Very fresh. I'm afraid I'll have to hunt for my own meal tonight." He plays his best pout, eyes gleaming with insincerity. For once, his vampirism was a benefit; it was an excuse to hunt, to leave camp for a few hours while everyone else talked amongst themselves. Moreover, Severin wouldn't be able to chase after him with everyone else around him, watching. Most likely, he'd be the night's entertainment, strumming songs on his lute until his finger pads were raw and everyone was full of stew. Yes... Yes, this was the perfect excuse to get some peace and quiet!

"You're not joining us tonight?" Severin's voice is like honey, smooth and warm. There's a hint of... Disappointment? Sadness, perhaps, in it as well. Astarion regards him with a courteous nod, jaw clenching slightly. How could such an innocent face belong to a killer? Well— actually, that was a stupid question. Everyone in this camp was a killer; everyone had killed goblins and bandits and gods-know-what-else along their journey. Astarion mentally rephrased his sentence: how could such an innocent face, a face that had so openly welcomed his vampirism weeks earlier, be planning his demise? The idea seems preposterous now that he's up close to the other for the first time in days. Hells, there was no way it was true.

If he had the ability to, Astarion might've blushed in embarrassment. This paranoia was unbecoming of him; it was childish, something his siblings might've engaged in. Of course Severin wasn't planning on killing him!

"...not tonight," is all he manages before scampering away.

---

A small boar and a few hares. The forest was almost empty tonight. Lae'zel, all brutish and ugly as sin, must have chased all the game away in her hunt earlier...

Or, maybe, he's just sloppy tonight.

Astarion can't think of much besides Severin. Like many a man and woman before him, he was enchanted by his looks. Unlike most, though, he wasn't direct enough to proposition him for sex outright. He was more like a blushing maiden, or one of those gruff, bearded Gur he'd find in taverns— too scared to approach a man for pleasure but clearly interested in the idea. Confessing his vampirism must've put him on edge, blinding him to reason. Guilt pools in his stomach. Not only had he made assumptions about an ally, but he'd been depriving him of a service he wanted. What a horrible person he was.

---

The walk back to camp is more like a shuffle, his feet heavy and slow. Part of him hopes that everyone will be asleep when he returns, but he knows that chance is slim. And, sure enough, when the gleam of their campfire comes into view, he hears bouts of boisterous laughter and drunken conversation. Astarion steels himself, paints a confident facade over his face.

Before he can step into the clearing, Severin interrupts him.

"Alright, alright, I'll play it for you. It's not finished yet, though, so you mustn't judge it!"

Then, a gentle, melodic tune thrums to life through the strings of his lute. Astarion pauses, watching through thick tree branches. He sings gently, quietly— like he's embarrassed of his own work. The lyrics are hard to make out from behind the camp, but a few words make their way to his ears.

They make his jaw slacken.

Sanguine eyes, hair of silver, something something... Adventures, tales of legend, something...

Astarion kicks himself internally. He'd never been so wrong about someone. The tadpole in his head, clearly, was eating away at his intelligence and leaving him stupid. Of course Severin, a bard, was using his environment as inspiration for his music. The staring, the lack of conversation... It was all because he was observing him from afar. Every arrow he let loose, every book he nestled into after a long day— he was being immortalised in song, in poetry.

He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. A deep dread, seated in the bottom of his unbeating heart, evaporates all at once and he feels a little lighter. Happy, even.

When Severin finishes, Astarion comes into the firelight and claps slowly, his usual confidence restored with a renewed vigor.

"Bravo, bravo! What an inspiring performance, darling!" The others seem to agree with him, nodding their heads and cheering with varying degrees of sobriety. "If I were a goblin, I'd lock you up like that Volo character and have you sing about me all day long." He makes sure to hold his gaze with those words, eyes radiating a sincerity he can't portray through words. Thank you, they say. Thanks for what, exactly, he isn't sure. But he's thankful nonetheless.

Thank you, Severin.

[mayrikjanus]

Thank you @lil-melody for the tag!!!

Oh boy, let’s answer these questions…

Are you named after anyone?

My first name—no. My mom had just really liked the name her whole life and gave it to me. I hated it for a lot of my childhood but then I more recently found out the meanings behind it, and I’ve learned to love it :)

My middle name—yes, after my dad’s aunt. This name I always liked throughout my childhood because it is pretty but it doesn’t have as many meanings as my first name.

When was the last time you cried?

When I was sick in December and it changed my relationship with food; one of those days I sobbed harder than I can remember. I thought I was never gonna get better and it scared the shit out of me. My emetophobia suckssss

Do you have kids?

Hell nah, and I don’t really plan to either. Sometimes I go back and forth in my head about whether or not I want kids—cuz part of me does—but the reasons not to outweigh the pros for me. I’m much happier living a life with a partner and having it just be the two of us, at least that’s where I stand now. Things could change in the future, who knows

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only if I’m sure the person I’m talking to will understand that I’m being sarcastic lol. I used to have a crush on this dude when I was in HS and we both spoke fluent sarcasm but didn’t understand when the other was being sarcastic and it just ended up being really awkward. He friendzoned me but that’s beside the point

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they’re talking to me. That’s one thing I will likely judge a person for, despite me overall not being a very judgemental person.

What’s your eye color?

Brown lol. I wish they were green, like true emerald green. One thing I’ll give the brown tho is when the sun hits em from the side; it looks kinda cool.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t watch scary movies so happy endings. That’s the one way to walk out of a movie not feeling emotionally robbed lol. But as a writer I do prefer writing sad fuckin endings; either because I’m an evil writer or I’ve been through a lot of shit recently. Spin the mf wheel

Any special talents?

I’ve been playing guitar for about four years, and bass for almost four (which is crazy, I feel like it wasn’t that long ago that I started). I taught myself, which is something I’m very proud of!! I’m also a writer, I like to draw and paint, and I can sew (but literally all I make is mini Darons lol).

Where were you born?

California babyyyy

Not gonna specify what city though cuz Internet safety

What are your hobbies?

I think I mainly covered that in the “special talents” section but I like to do creative things—staring at a screen for entertainment gets old after a while. I also collect pictures of Daron Malakian like they’re Pokémon cards but I don’t really count that

Do you have any pets?

Nah, and I don’t really think I want any. I’ve never really been a dog person (was terrified of them as a kid) and I’m hella allergic to cats. I’m fascinated by snakes but any animal requires special care and attention and I need to make sure I can take care of myself before I look after another life, and I don’t think I’m fit to do that.

What sports have you played/do you play?

I was a club swimmer all the way up until August of 2022. Discovered that D1 level was not for me, and I haven’t resumed swimming since. I still swim to work out sometimes, but due to it being winter and all the pools here are outdoor (California things) I haven’t done it much recently. I do miss it though, and I may return just to compete again. It was really fun.

How tall are you?

5’7, just like Daron 😎

I always felt short though because the average height of the women I swam with was like 5’9 or 5’10 lmao

Favorite subject in school?

It depends on the year; I took a Forensics class last year that I really loved and it taught me a lot. Teacher was super cool too. I also liked Spanish; unfortunately the kids were loud and disruptive in my classes but the teachers were nice

Dream job?

Being a musician and going into an atmospheric science field, preferably one relating to climate. Emphasis on doing both; it’s an ambitious goal but I want to be able to do it. Also if I became a published author that’d be cool too

The OG post says to tag 15 people but most of my mutuals are already tagged in that post… I’ll tag u @citykani cuz I know u like to write :)

Thank you @lovely-menza for tagging me <3 This is the first time I'm doing such a post, as in, answering for questions in the post, without it being an ask game, so let's roll with it!

Are you named after anyone? Nope, my mom just heard the name on a party one day and she loved it ever since. And that's why I am named how I am named

When was the last time you cried? In the last year, quite a few months ago. It was connected with being laughed at by a close person due to him being after one beer and him not being able to drink at his age. And let's leave it at that

Do you have kids? Nope, but I would like to, if I find a good guy. I mean, I don't want a random weirdo or a creep in my life. I'm either getting a good guy or I'm living alone, without a care - I mean I have music...

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only when i'm joking. Other than that, I'm brutally honest

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes or smile. It's usually the eyes though. You can fake a smile, be more kinder with it, if you intend to do so. But eyes? You can't hide anything behind them. If you have bad intentions, it is shown in the way you look at someone. I usually am looking in the eyes when speaking to someone and when they speak to me I do the same. Let me tell you one thing - you can get scared shitless when you hear kind words and the person's eyes shine in a very bad way and you know they have bad intentions. I like to know if I'm safe or not

What's your eye colour? They are hazel. Once blue, the other time green, some other time gray blue or gray entirely or kinda white if I feel ill. Mom says that I usually have gray eyes when I'm very sleepy

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I like to see the adventure presented in the media I'm watching have a good ending. Additional point if I like the characters! Then it's double the fun to see them happy at the very end

Any special talents? Maybe it's not a special talent, but I can hear wrong notes in a song very often, catch the rhythm of the song - oh boy, if it's changing during the song then I have so much fun with listening to it! - and memorize the entire melody if I hear the song a lot of times. I literally sometimes sit and play the entire song in my head if it's too quiet. I did that on the last test on statistics! Hehe, silence in class and I was listening to Scars on Broadway in my head while counting - got an A, that proves something XD

Where were you born? Poland! I'm still living there and I don't plan on moving somewhere else - maybe to another city, but then again I don't wanna leave my parents behind so yeah (a little bit of babbling :3)

What are your hobbies? Listening to music, playing on guitar - I started playing in July in 2022, I'm not very good at it yet, but I have a lot of fun! - and maybe writing from time to time some fanfiction. I like creating ocs ^u^

Have you any pets? Yes, a female canary. She's my lovely orb of feathers, who has almost the same music taste as mine - oh GOD, I played "Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)" by The Doors yesterday on my phone to quickly clean and come back to watching a tv series. The feathery orb sung so loudly along with Jim Morrison and the rest! I wasn't expecting her to give such a bright concert ;u;

What sports do you play/have played? None, I am the person who hated sports XD

How tall are you? 162/164 cm I believe? I am fairly short

Favourite subject in school? Polish lessons. They were fun, despite that some of the school readings were boring. But I could listen to so much stories about the society in the past ages. This was interesting!

Dream job? Working in a library - I'm working hard to get to that goal

Tag 15 people... Let's see if I have so much mutuals XD @furiousbirdballoon @juliearchery107 @jimmysdragonsuit13 @malakianwhvre @explodingegg123 @itsdareeeh @cantag-curtis @diedeadenovgh @circle-bircle @w0rldl0ngg0ne That's all I can think of at the moment. If anyone stumbles upon this post and wants to join, feel free <3 The rest of tagged people? Join the fun if you want :3

[starvine]

first date headcanons

attack on titan (modern au)

summary: some first date headcanons with some of the attack on titan characters. 

warnings: none, just fluff :)

eren jaeger: movie 

a little basic but it’s all eren could come up with

besides, it was between a movie and dinner and dinner felt too formal so y’all decided on a movie

he’d let you pick the movie tho

he might argue with you if it’s something stupid and claim that it’s horribly written (as if he knows a thing) but that’s it

eren would make sure to get the BEST snacks. spicy food? check. candy? check. popcorn? check. fruits? check.

he just wants to impress you (even if he did have to confide in his friends for some advice)

he just really likes you

during the movie, you guys would start shifting closer to each other, both a little too timid to move all the way all at once

but you guys would make commentary throughout the movie, laughing when things seem too cliché or when a character says something funny

half way throughout the movie, you guys aren’t even really paying attention it it

you’re too busy throwing popcorn at each other and trying to catch it in your mouths, feeding each other candy, and giggling at each other

it’s intimate in its own relaxed way, which makes eren realize how perfect you are

you both could make the most out of a pretty average first date situation and make it into a beyond amazing first date

and that was all he needed to ask you on a second date before he dropped you off at your car, walking with you to make sure you got there safely

and ngl you’d be a bit of a fool to say no to eren

armin arlert: aquarium 

sweetheart is so nervous 

before he came to your apartment to pick you up for your date, he was a little nervous wreck 

he was fidgeting with his fingers, playing with the buttons on his shirt--he probably accidentally opened one by accident 

but once he saw you, he felt fine 

it was as if he physically melted, you just make everything okay 

once you guys got to the aquarium, he would NOT shut up

he was probably pointing things out, telling you fun facts, asking you what is your favorite marine life 

“oh, you like pufferfish? that’s cool! i like them too. they’re very... puffy.” 

he’s like a child in a candy store 

but while he’s rambling about how the digestive system of a sea cucumber basically cleans the ocean, he’s wondering how he should make a move 

he doesn’t want to scare you off or anything, but he doesn’t want you to be disappointed 

but while you guys are looking at one of those large fish tanks, the ones where you walk through a tunnel, you guys just sort of stand there and watch in awe

or rather armin watches in awe while you look at him, a soft smile gracing his pink lips as his eyes dart across the illustriously blue colored glass

and when he feels your pinky latch onto his, he’s a little shocked that you had made the first move

he didn’t not expect it per say, he just thought that he would be the one to make the first move 

but his overthinking got in the way

and when he turns to look down at your intertwined pinkies, he caught you sending him a delicate smile that made his heart squeeze until he felt as if every part of him was on fire

but it was him who finally held your hand fully 

he just needed you to give him the extra push

mikasa ackerman: book store 

it’s a very calming atmosphere, which is something you’d both need for this first date

mikasa is probably pretty anxious for the first date, and wants to make sure you’re okay and enjoying yourself while also making sure she’s okay and enjoying herself

so the calming scent of the book store and the quietness is perfect for her to multitask between mediating the two

you’d both be tasked with picking each other books and then buying them for each other

so initially mikasa was nervous because she wasn’t sure what to get you but then you asked what she liked to read and so that allowed her to ask the same, making the situation less stressful

and all while you two are walking from isle to isle, eyes scanning the various book titles and covers, she sneaks glances at you and how pretty you look

and the fact that you seem very deep in thought, heavily concentrated on getting her the right book, makes her feel less concerned on whether or not you’d rather be with her or not

the answer is obviously a yes but mikasa has a hard time understanding that sometimes

so when you give her the book you bought for her, making sure to lightly touch her fingers while you hand it to her, she already knows that another date is what she wants you both to have or else she’ll probably explode

and based off of how flushed she looks, the possibility of her exploding is not highly unlikely

you guys will sit at this little table in the corner of the store, reading your books

i can picture mikasa annotating certain lines that remind her of you, making mental notes to show you later

overall, the date is pretty lowkey and very sweet

connie springer: dave + busters/bowling

ok there’s not much of an explanation for this one besides the point that if feels right

like connie is pretty energetic and i feel like you can learn a lot about a person based off of the games they’re drawn to 

hence the arcade

i think connie really likes those racing games or the zombie shooting games

he also claims he’s really good at ski ball (he’s not, he’s trash)

so a good portion of the date consists of you just laughing at him the whole time cuz in all honestly he’s not the best at games but he enjoys them for the fun of them

he’d definitely cheer you on when you were playing or try to mess you up if it was you two against each other

but either way he’d give you a hug or a pat on the head after every game

even if u beat him

he’d probably try to sneak a kiss when you guys were in one of those shooting games that requires a booth and the curtains drawn (does that make sense?)

it’s not really romantic like at all, especially since it smells like a million different people in there, but it’s very low stress so in all honesty that’s what makes the kiss nice

and after you guys had used up all your tokens, you’d combine your tickets and pick something together

your prizes would mostly consist of candy and him insisting he get you a plastic gem ring so you can always remember your first date together

it was also his little, strange way of asking you for a second date

levi ackerman: art museum 

unlike connie, he’s not super energetic

so a museum is right up his alley

levi’s a bit awkward, he doesn’t really know how to talk to you

and especially since you’re lovely, his words jumble together and he gets all flustered

so a nice, quiet museum exhibit is perfect for him

it’s a nice balance between casual and formal, so you both dress nice but aren’t restricted by the need to be super polite and stuff

he’d probably like it when you try to imitate the poses that are shown in the paintings or sculptures

just imagine the soft chuckle he’d be unable to prevent from escaping his lips which then melts into a soft smirk

beautiful, beautiful lad

he probably wouldn’t join you though, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he just smiles at you and stares at the art, reading the background info they give on those little plates near them

but he would notice when you stare at him

he could be looking at some art made during the dutch golden age, but as soon as your head slightly tilted in his direction, his cheeks would HEAT up

you almost asked him if he was feeling alright he was so red

but as the date went on, levi really just thought about how much he enjoyed your presence

and he’s not a wicked talkative guy so being able to feel comfortable with someone even if you aren’t talking or doing much is pretty important to him

as the date concludes, levi finally works up the courage to place his hand on your shoulder, asking if there was anything else you wanted to see before the museum closes for the day

his face might be bright red, but the smile you give him makes him feel a little less embarrassed

what can you say, you’ve got charm 💅

hange: the fucking zoo

ok i won’t lie when i got the idea of hange taking you to the zoo for your first date i thought it was so funny and idk why

like they’d be so excited that they’d nearly forget that they’re on a date with you

they’d drag you around from exhibit to exhibit, pointing out the exact breed of tortoise or some really strange fact about the zebras without looking at the little description panel in front of the exhibit

it’s pretty comical

but then randomly, when you guys are sitting down and eating some fries from one of the concession stands, they start going on a rant about animal cruelty and how a lot of zoos don’t treat the animals properly

and you’re just sitting there like “what 🧍‍♀️” cuz they’re mood changed so quickly LMAO

and as soon as their rant started, it finishes and they’re rushing you to the reptile exhibit

they’d probably try to figure out if they could hold one of the snakes

you’d have to drag them out of there before they start harassing one of the workers into letting them hold a snake

they’d also give all of the animals names only to forget them in 2 seconds

“hey, robert, it’s good to see you again!” “hange, i thought you named them dante?” “oh... did i? ��”

however there’s probably like one animal they absolutely despise and idk why but i feel like it’s parrots

y’all would be walking through this rainforest exhibit, birds flying from tree to tree and the whole time they’re cursing the birds under their breath for no reason at all

just an angry person walking through a rainforest exhibit, cursing out birds

pretty normal if you ask me

however, the date itself is pretty casual and almost feels like you guys are just hanging out

or it would if they didn’t ask you out on another date before dropping you off at home, kissing your cheek as their farewell

pieck finger: café

very simple and quaint

i feel like pieck has a coffee addiction and always puts her in a better mood

so what better place to go on a date then a café?

she’s definitely an iced coffee drinker, and will occasionally go for a hot drink but usually iced coffee is her go-to

and if you get a coffee or tea that she also happens to like, you’re already practically golden in her eyes

since pieck has a very soothing and lowkey nature, i can see the date being much more just like a conversation with someone you’ve known for forever instead of interview-y which is something i’ve found coffee/lunch/dinner dates to be a bit like

but pieck knows how to keep things interesting and she’s a pretty calming person to be around so all is well

i also can’t see her getting super nervous before the date

she seems pretty calm unless in high-stress situations, but even then, she’s pretty level-headed

but since she’s so calm, it makes you wonder if she really cares for the date

and of COURSE she does, she’s so excited about it

it’s just the way pieck is

but as the date continues, she’d probably start to tease you by playing footsies under the table

you gotta keep the date interesting, you know?

you guys would talk about your interests, family, friends, shows you’re watching

literally just anything and everything that’ll allow you guys to get a feel for each other

and if all goes well she’ll definitely suggest another date ;)

also don’t expect to leave without her either writing something cute on your cup, pressing a lip-stick stained kiss to your cheek that matches the one surrounding the rim of her cup, or a promise that your game of footsies will continue next time you see each other

[mentallydatingahotcelebrity]

LOKI SHOW AU:

Sylvie is a 16/17 year old character called “Nokka” (which is Norse feminine for No One). Loki reluctantly takes her under his wing when he meets her. After some time running from the TVA, and dealing with issues where Nokka “wants revenge” but struggles with hurting people when it comes down to it (esp from the TVA because she knows they’re all mind-controlled variants) Loki sits her down and demands to know the truth “because for a Loki you’re a terrible liar”.

Nokka admits/reveals that she’s NOT a Loki at all, just an Asgardian orphan who messed with the time-stream by accident (overhearing Loki tell a guard to inform Odin Thor was going to Jotunheim and running ahead to tell the Allfather when the soldier sneered at Loki’s back or smth else trivial). Loki asks her why she never chose a name for herself aside from what others gave her, and she says she didn’t really have time while being on the run to think of anything but Loki.

Loki is semi touched by this (but says nothing). (Nokka wistfully mentions in passing that while hiding on Midgard she heard the name Sylvie and thought it was nice too). Loki comforts her with a bit of awkwardness, then announces he’s going to help her with her powers and how to fight “less like an alley cat and more like a warrior from Asgard”. He also tells her that if she truly wants vengeance, she’s going to have to kill people. Nokka rebuts this with the declaration that she’s already killed people—citing those she’s had to kill to survive. Loki acknowledges that, but states that those killings are different from what she’s going to have to do if they want to win and get out with their lives.

(Aside: Kang wants Loki captured because OG Loki is different from the rest of his variant selves because he ADAPTS and grows his personality and character—whereas other Lokis do not. Kang feels OG Loki and Nokka are a threat to his rule, and he wants to permanently erase them to keep his rule over the Timeline secure)

Loki and Nokka make their way through the worlds and pull off a heist and crash the TVA with Mobius’s help. Ravonna prunes Mobius and Nokka out of rage and bitterness for destroying the order/TVA she loves—Loki, though he could escape, prunes himself too (showing how he can change his character from the other variants of himself).

In The Void, Loki stumbles among other loki variants, and finds Nokka moping by herself in one corner of Kid Loki’s underground palace. At the same time, Mobius arrives and busts them out of “Loony Loki Jail”. Impressed and amused, once they’re safe Loki asks how Mobius found them. The TVA agent declares that he found a trail of “complete and utter chaos, and followed that”. The trio share a laugh over this before growing solemn and trying to figure out what to do. Loki discusses Alioth and the strange energy the monster gives off, as well as the malevolent eternal purple mist. Mobius makes the offhand remark about going into it, or Nokka using her “wacky mind-controlling powers” on Alioth to get passed the giant to explore the mist.

Nokka hedges, nervous because she’s never controlled anything that big before. She walks away to sit by herself, staring out at the undulating violet mist. Loki likes the plan and irons out some details with Mobius before wandering down to Nokka. He sits beside her silently. Nokka announces “you can’t manipulate me like Thor—no Jotunheim trip 2: This Time Alioth.” Loki agrees that he can’t. Nokka smiles but hugs her knees to her chest with a shiver, rocking slowly. Loki asks what’s wrong—if she’s scared. Nokka shakes her head “just cold”. Loki magicks a blanket and gives it to her kindly, petting her hair (in a dad way lmao). They sit in silence staring at the mist. Loki quietly messes around beside her, magicking knives and bracers and other small pieces of armor for himself (we’ll give him an Asgardian tunic somewhere along the line because BURN the fugly TVA clothes). Nokka glances at him as he does this. Loki catches her and they share Looks.

Nokka shrugs and turns away. Carefully, as he cleans a dagger with a cloth, Loki wonders about two people controlling Alioth. Nokka eyes him warily. Loki briefly demonstrates/elaborates on how he can reveal or illuminate thoughts and parts of the mind, but can’t control it like she can. He quietly declares that if she shows him how, perhaps they can do it together. Nokka hesitates, but agrees.

So Mobius goes to distract Alioth. Classic Loki sees this (and as the only one actually paying attention to Nokka and OG Loki, runs in to help, doing the same thing he did in the show, allowing Mobius to escape). Nokka falters with the mind control, but Loki takes her hand and encourages her (insert some witty line about “only learning that day himself, after all”) and Nokka presses on. They succeed, and stare at a pathway through the mist.

Loki glances at Nokka, and tells her to “lead the way”. Grinning, but quickly sobering, Nokka heads toward the path. Mobius catches up to Loki then, and informs Loki he’s going back to the TVA to “raise more hell”. Loki grins, and Mobius “thanks him for the spark” like in the show. They embrace (to Loki’s surprise) before Loki follows Nokka. Mobius watches them until they disappear into the mist and then summons an orange portal and vanishes himself.

Walking through the mist, Nokka declares something “off”, and Loki agrees “like being laid in ambush”. Unsettled, they continue—but draw blades. At last they reach a half-burned and dilapidated castle at the edge of a cosmos. They come up to the black doors but nothing happens. Nokka blasts the doors off their hinges, increasingly paranoid. Loki criticizes the action but they proceed anyway. (Everything basically happens as in the show, but Kang is Not Friendly—menacing and ominous (think horror movie character—something off but not obvious) due to him wanting to destroy both Loki and Nokka). Loki catches on before Nokka to Kang’s intentions, and stands, lashing out at Kang. Nokka is confused and feels lied to (let’s say there’s some truth twisted into lies Kang said about Loki “and his lust for power” so she feels uncertain). A fight ensues between Kang and Loki but Kang uses Loki’s Frost Giant heritage against him. Kang says he’d accept Nokka as a protégé “because I’ve watched you—you’re teachable” but wants her to kill Loki “to prove she’s not as worthless as he is”.

Loki looks at her as she walks up to him, and he tells her “you only grow as far as you allow people to cage you” (or some other philosophical elegant line). Making the realization that Nokka will truly be just an imitation of all the other Loki variants if she kills Loki for her own self-succession, she drops the knife and instead frees Loki from whatever magical/enchanted snare Kang got him into. Kang lashes out, but Loki jumps up in front of Nokka, and takes whatever blow it was (maybe permanent obliviation, maybe transport to another timeline idk yet). Looking triumphant at the empty room, Kang turns around and wanders back to his desk “another mess all cleared up” he hums to himself.

Nokka appears out of the shadows and grabs his arm as he moves to sit, whirling Kang around. Angrily, tears in her eyes, she stabs him twice in the chest with one of Loki’s daggers he’d dropped. Kang collapses back into his chair, and laughs at her. He says some things about his alternate selves being even more cruel than him, that he’s “a kitten” in comparison, and she’ll never defeat them—“just a little nobody. Doomed to fail because you don’t have a name to be remembered by. A No One.” Nokka stoops over him, wielding Loki’s knife.

“I’m not no one—I’m Sylvie. Lokidottir.” She stabs Kang. After he dies, she wanders to the window, staring out at the splintering multiverse. She collapses, crying, because she’s alone. “You promised we’d win together,” she whispers to herself, a little broken.

(Opening to Consider for a potential Part II: a large flash of green out in the multiverse. Sylvie jerks her head up and stares—before grinning.)

Some notes:

The whole “love yourself” angle in this AU of the show is Loki learns to care for Sylvie even when she lashes out—and treats her as he would have wanted to be treated when he lashed out.

Kang is Not Nice. He’s not as bad as other versions of himself, but he is absolutely the bad guy in this AU.

Loki isn’t an idiot. Full stop. And he uses magic A LOT.

Loki takes a mentor role in this. HE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER, and Sylvie is a secondary role that morphs into an MC. He doesn’t get run over by Sylvie’s girl!pain backstory.

Sylvie isn’t a shitty annoying asshole kween. She’s a scared teenager. She’s not capable of huge fights or dumb shit like the canon shitshow.

This is Very Much a sibling or father/daughter relationship between Loki and Sylvie. No romance. PLATONIC ONLY!!!!

The TVA is EVIL. Not “a necessary evil” but completely, absolutely, reprehensibly evil. Autocratic and fascist, if you will. The interrogation Loki endures in the first episode (and then with Sif in episode ???) will be framed as torture.

Can’t really think of a faceclaim to the Nokka/Sylvie character (cuz DiMartino would be WAAAY too old for this one). But I’m thinking like a young Maia Mitchell or Mackenzie Foy type teenager. Gotta be brunette—cuz the blonde is stupid as shit and makes no sense. We want a Lady Loki lookalike here, folks (even if she’s NOT Loki; Nokka made herself APPEAR like him after taking his name so she could to be called one of his variants).

This makes room for a Loki “replacement” so Hiddleston could bow out, AND makes it “feministy” for the ladies; but ALSO allows for GOOD WRITING and Loki to keep his dignity/agency as a main character/antihero.

This whole thing was fully and completely inspired by this song while I drove home from work:

@fast-and-the-curious what say u to this AU?

[apenapaperandadoofus]

RFA+minor trio with an MC who is in love with fictional characters (instead of them *insert sad violin music*) Part two

Part one here

Also gues who’s been awake since three AM WHO YA GIRL (now it’s 7am, I wanted to write more but I did fall asleep writing this so uh, I will go and recharge and today in the afternoon I will write more!)

V:

Why do you do this to this poor fella pft

After a long time of working on himself and of getting out of a really toxic relationship, V finally decides to come to terms with his feelings and admits that he loves you

He tries his best so this relationship doesn’t turn out like the last one (with a cult) so he takes it slow....which doesn’t work

He sees you always gushing about this one fictional character in your favorite show, and all the confidence he had built up over the years comes crashing down

I mean the guy you were fawning over was practically perfect, and compared to him V felt like....like a really ordinary person (thinks the guys with natural MINT COLORED HAIR)

He does give up, but both his therapist and friends (mostly Saeyoung and Jumin) told him to just go for it, so one day, he went into your home, just being a whole wreck of nerves, but he tried to knock on your door.

He tries

He literally stood there for about 30 minutes until you saw him out of your living room window and told him to come in.

“S-sorry Y/N, I’m sure you’re busy, and I just dropped here out of nowhere.”

“Aw it’s fine Jihyun! Why don’t you take a seat? Did you want to talk about something?”

He nodded and sat down on your couch, and before he could start his sentence he noticed that your bedroom door was open, and inside countless of pictures of your favorite character were in the wall

That guy was a friggen vampire, V was nothing compared to him

Abort mission abort mission

While sirens were going off in V’s mind, you gave him a cup of tea, and after a few minutes of silence V sighed and decided to get the confession over with! After all, he had to be more truthful.

“The truth is Y/N...I came here to...well...to confess...my feelings...for you.”

“Wha-”

“I’m really sorry! I just, I can’t really lie to myself anymore. I love you, Y/N. You’ve always been by my side, you’ve helped me so much and you always bring out the best in me...that’s amazing. I’ve never really felt like this before, so connected with a person, so close. And I...I just didn’t feel confident enough to tell you because of that...that guy.”

“Which guy?”

V blushed and covered his face with one hand, while pointing with his finger at your bedroom.

You turned your head and looked, and once you realized what he meant, you laughed and sat beside V, cupping his cheek in your hands.

“Jihyun....I do love that character...but not as much as I love you. You’re ten, no, a hundred times better than him, he’s nothing compared to you! I...I’m actually quite relieved, because I’ve actually liked you for a while.”

The two of you blushed, and you leaned your foreheads against each other. Then, after a few minutes of comfortable silence,V laughed and said, “I really thought you would have rejected me for that guy. It was kind of stupid wasn’t it? I apologize.”

V no wHy YOU AND YOUR THERAPIST HAVE TALKED ABOUT THIS STOP SAYING SORRY

Saeran:

Oh the poor boi

After worrying countless of times as Ray about you falling for one of the RFA members, or so called AIs, now he has to worry about you falling for an ACTUAL AI

He didn’t think he’d have a rival in love after everything in ME.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever you talked about your favorite character, or whenever you smiled at your phone or computer.

Listen. He was really jealous alright? Don’t blame him he just wants to love you T_T

No matter how hard he tries to ‘flirt’, you don’t seem to understand that he really really loves you.

That made him feel really down :(, and he spent the days in Saeyoungs house moping a bit.

His twin realized, and after a bunch of pestering, he decided to help Saeran in his conquest of love!

What did Saeyoung do, you might ask?

He made him dress up like your favorite character.

I’m not kidding.

Saeran had NO idea, until you came to visit their home (Saeyoung had invited you over for some important event) and before Saeran could change back you were already in the living room looking at him.

After a few minutes of awkward silence Saeyoung pat his brother in the back and winked. “Good luck!” He whispered.

Good luck my ass, what the hell was Saeran going to say???

He just stood there, blushing like crazy and looking at the ground. At one point you walk closer to him and gently smile. “So uh, why are you dressed like my favorite anime character?” You asked.

Saeran blushed even more and mumbled. “Well I...Saeyoung tricked me into it. He thought if I confessed to you in this get up you might accept it.”

“You wanted to confess to me?”

Saeran gasped. Oh shit he didn’t mean to say that! He gulped and looked around the room, anywhere that wasn’t your face.

“I...I know it sounds dumb, but I’ve been trying for so long, and you seemed to really like that character so maybe if I looked like then you might like me? I- I honestly don’t know how that even works but Saeyoung really said that his plan could work and I followed his instructions without questioning him, which was really dumb.”

Then, you did something Saeran didn’t expect. You laughed.

He blushed and looked up at you, and you gasped for breath as you tried to explain that you weren’t laughing at him.

“Saeran it’s just, haha, it’s just...I’ve liked you for so long too, and I’ve been trying my best to flirt but...well I think it’s funny that neither of us knew what was going on. I thought you didn’t like me back, and so I just tried to hide in my games to fill the empty void inside me yearning for a love I might never have. But I’m glad Saeyoung did this. I like you too, Saeran.”

Then you ran up to hug him, and Saeran smiled as he hugged you back, kissing your forehead and hair and everywhere. He was really happy.

Afterwards Saeyoung will declare himself the best matchmaker in history, and he’ll try to set up a dating show based on cosplay, don’t ask me what the hell it’s about, only Saeyoung knows.

Vanderwood:

Tased you until you understand

No but really, he thought you were weird for liking a fake character.

Until he realized he started finding it adorable whenever you squealed or giggled because of something the character said

Vanderwood tried to shrug it off, he knew he couldn’t let his feelings get ahold of him...yet he couldn’t help falling for you.

He honestly wanted to shoot the game, I’m not even kidding

Whenever you’re playing hell try to get your attention (not being obvious about how jealous he is, nOt aT AlL)

“Hey Y/N, I have to clean the couch, get off of it and help me.”

“Brat, stop staring at the screen like a dumbass and bring me your laundry, help me with it too since you’re not doing anything.”

He also insults your character, you’ve really got him in a tight spot lmao

“He’s not even that handsome.”

“Christ, this is the most stupid guy I’ve ever seen. How can anyone like him?”

“I’m at least cleaner than him Y/N. And I bet I can clean better than him!”

Eventually Vanderwood goes into a little temper tantrum cuz he can’t deal with it anymore, and that night, you sit beside him on the couch and ask what’s wrong.

“You’re an idiot you know?” He says. “Asking me what’s wrong...as if it wasn’t already obvious. I can’t believe you don’t know what’s happening.”

“Well tell me, so I can figure it out.”

“.....Secret agents aren’t supposed to fall in love you know? Having someone dear to you...it’s dangerous, they’re your weakness, and if anyone finds out, you put the person you care about the most in danger. I swore I would never feel like this...yet here I am...”

“Vanderwood...”

“I’ve fallen for a fun add who can’t take her eyes off a fictional character. And I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, I really have. But you’ve really buried yourself deep into my heart you know?” He chuckled. “I’m even saying cheesy shit now. Look what you’ve done to me.”

Finally Vanderwood turned around to face you, for the first time his face showing another emotion than angry or annoyed...his eyes were soft, and showed how much he cared about you.

You felt yourself blush and gently moved a strand of hair away from Vanderwood’s face. He turned red, take aback by the sudden gesture, and you smiled

“I like you too, Vanderwood. I love you.”

How dare you make his heart go all crazy like that

Suddenly he kissed you, and you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise.

After pulling away he sighed. “Jeez idiot...just doing that out of nowhere...how can you want me to hold back when you’re being so adorable? Really”

After you became a couple, there’s no more games for you!

Well not really, he knows how much you enjoy them,but he WILL still shit on the characters you have a tiny crush on lol(he will pout but he will forgive you after some hugs and kisses.

[monaownsmyass]

Nice Meeting You

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Alana Kusuma x f!MC (Kai Park)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word Count: 3,641

A/N: MC meets Alana’s dad for the first time. For the sake of this fic, Alana’s dad moved back to his home country after he finally retired. I used some Bahasa Indonesia phrases and I feel the need to apologise to native speakers if I messed up lmao I’ll put the translation at the end of the fic. I also apologise if anyone is ooc or if some facts/parts contradict the canon work, it’s been some time since I’ve read PM and my memory is foggy 😩

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle @djtjsmith14 @jjlover01 @soft-for-drake @dopeyouth @alexroyard (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics and if you only want to be tagged for certain pairings.)

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the anxiety I've been feeling for the past few days amplified.

"Babe?" I felt a warm familiar hand greet mine on the armrest between us. "Are you alright? You're not scared of flying, are you?"

I gave my girlfriend a nervous laugh. "Not at all, after everything that went down and all the travelling we did, I might as well call flying my second home," I joked.

She didn't laugh though, her brows were knit in worry. "Then what is it?"

"Alana, it's nothing. It's just that, well, I'm a little nervous to meet your dad." I paused and bit my lip. "Okay, maybe I'm terrified of meeting your dad."

That was when she let out a laugh. "Oh, Kai, just relax! He may be a little uptight but he's really nice and he’s been looking forward to meeting you ever since I told him about you."

"You've mentioned. But I'm still so tensed and I can't help it! What if he doesn't like me?"

"Alright, come here," she put up the armrest between us and motioned for me to move in closer to her. I scooched over as she wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on her shoulder and I instantly relaxed into her embrace, feeling some of the nervousness ebb away. "Do you want me to tell you another story?"

I looked up at her gave her an involuntary smile. She always did this whenever I was feeling scared or nervous or down. It was her way of taking things off my mind and putting me at ease.

"Yes, please."

"What would you like to hear about? Work? Family?"

"Tell me something about your family. I wanna know more about your dad."

"I know exactly which story to tell you," she said with a fond smile, reminiscing.

She jumped right into it, her soothing voice was like music to my ears, calming me and easing my worries. She explained the things her dad would do to cheer her and her sister up if they were crying when they were younger. How he'd make silly faces and tell them jokes. And if that didn't work, he'd pretend to be clumsy and hurt himself. And if that didn't work, he'd act upset himself and that always seemed to do the trick. When he pretended to be sad and crying, his daughters would forget their own sorrows and tend to his needs.

"Aww, that's so adorable," I commented as she told me the story.

"It was," she laughed. "There was once where even that didn't work on my sister so he thought he'd surprise her. He painted his face white with his nose and mouth red. He said he was supposed to be a clown but when he came out of the room, my sister got even more upset and started crying harder 'cuz she thought she saw a ghost!"

I laughed along with her. "Oh no! Your poor sister!"

"My dad learnt his lesson after that," she chuckled and continued to tell me more stories about him.

When Alana invited me to follow her on her trip to Indonesia a few weeks ago, my heart melted.

With her career, we could barely see each other and even when we did get the chance, we were lucky if she could spend the week with me. I spent days and nights longing to be by her side and I knew she felt the same. We would video call as often as possible but it still wasn't the same as being able to hold her in my arms and kiss her and tell her how much I loved her.

So when she invited me along saying she wanted me to meet her father, the thrill that coursed through my body was enough to make me bounce off the walls of my room even though I was anxious to meet her dad. I was also excited that she was sharing a part of her with me. When I told Damien I was going on a trip with Alana, his brows shot up so high and fast I thought they were gonna leave his face.

"As far as I knew, she's never invited anyone she was seeing on a trip with her, let alone to Indonesia!"

I could still hear his words clearly in my mind. They made me blush when I first heard them and they still did now. The thought that I was the only one she was willing and comfortable enough to share this personal part of her life with made my heart swell.

I knew Alana wasn't one for outright verbal affection. She still wasn't used to being romantically involved with someone who was in it for the long run but everything she did told me everything I needed to know and I thought it was really sweet that she had her own way of expressing her love. From the way she would hold my hand tighter when we were walking down a dark street to the way she would sigh and relax in my arms as we hugged after finally seeing each other after months in the airport. I could tell what she meant behind every action.  And now to this; sitting beside Alana with her arms wrapped around me on a flight with her, telling me stories from when she was younger.

I smiled at the thought and snuggled in closer to her, enjoying her warmth as we settled in for the rest of the flight. Eventually, her stories turned into lullabies and I fell asleep in her comforting embrace.

I was awakened by Alana's gentle voice cooing in my ear. "Wake up sleepyhead, we're here."

I opened my eyes to discover our entangled bodies covered by a blanket. She must have thrown it over us when I was sleeping.

"Good morning," I yawned.

"It's almost 4 p.m. but yeah, good morning to you too," she replied with a laugh.

We got off the plane and from the airport, we took a cab straight to Alana's dad's house. We were supposed to be staying at Alana's aunt's beach house again but I could tell Alana missed her dad sorely and wanted to see him as soon as possible.

When we reached his doorsteps, my palms felt clammy and a million thoughts were running through my head. What if we didn't get along? What if he didn't approve of me seeing his daughter?

Alana took my hand from beside me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She whispered into my ear, "You've got this, sayang." I shiver ran down my spine from her warm breath tickling my ear and warmth spread through my body from the term of endearment.

She unlocked the door and we walked into the house, hand-in-hand. The house was dark and quiet.

"Ayah? Aku dah pulang!" She called out into the silence.

Suddenly, the lights turned on and we were greeted to the sight of balloons and streamers everywhere. In the middle of the colourful display was a man who looked to be in his 60's. He had the hugest grin I'd ever seen and his arms we stretched open.

"Selamat pulang, putriku!" he exclaimed and Alana immediately rushed into his arms.

"Ayah! I've missed you so much," she muttered and held him onto him tight.

"I've missed you too," he said and reciprocated his daughter's gesture.

When Alana finally pulled back, she took his right hand in hers and bent down as she brought it to her forehead. I recognised this as a respectful greeting to one’s elders. She returned to my side and intertwined our fingers once again.

"Ayah, this is Kai. Kai, my dad," she introduced and stuck my hand out to shake his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kusuma," I said, trying to sound confident but I even I could hear the slight tremble in my voice.

He probably did too 'cuz he laughed while accepting my hand and I hoped my palms weren't too sweaty.

"So you're the woman that's got my Alana wrapped around your finger!" He pulled his hand away and touched his chest over his heart.

"Ayah," she groaned. "Please, no."

Mr. Kusuma just laughed and carried on, ignoring his daughter's plead. "Whenever we talk, she just goes on and on about you"

"She does?" I croaked.

"Of course! If that isn't proof enough, she's never brought anyone to meet me. I always ask her if she's seeing anyone but she always says it's nothing important."

"Oh!" was all I could muster to get out but my insides went haywire. My heart slammed against my chest in love and affection. Words could not explained how touched and grateful I was to be the one that Alana brought home to her dad.

I was still trying to process my overwhelming feelings when I turned to look at Alana only to find her face buried in her hand in embarrassment.

"Ugh!"

I giggled and placed my hand on her back. "No need to be shy, I think it's really sweet."

"I am not sweet," she said, glaring at me which only made me laugh harder.

"Sure you aren't."

I was gonna give her a kiss when I remembered her dad was still watching us. Would it be weird? Uncomfortable? Disrespectful? So I settled for a hug instead at the last minute.

Nothing missed pass Mr. Kusuma's attention 'cuz I saw him chuckle at my awkwardness.

"I appreciate the effort," he said. "But I don't mind you kissing my daughter. I just want to know she's loved."

"She is," I replied immediately without hesitation and saw Alana's face soften.

"Then that's all I ask for."

He motioned for us to sit at his dining table and as we took our seats, he started placing different dishes on dishes on the table from the kitchen. "You both must be hungry after that long trip."

"Ayah! Did you cook all of this?"

"Of course I did! You said you missed my cooking so I cooked your favourite."

"But they're all my favourite."

"Exactly!"

"You really didn't have to, this is too much!" she protested but I could tell she was excited to dig into her dad's homemade meals.

"Ah!" He shook his hand and head at her. "Putri, you complain too much! Just eat!"

Alana served me a little of everything on the table, explaining what each dish was. Every bite I took exploded with flavour.

"This is amazing, Mr. Kusuma!"

"Oh I know," he agreed playfully. "But thank you anyway."

After a couple of minutes, the part I was dreading the most arrived. Alana's dad cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say, "I hope you really impress me by the end of the day. I want to know what Alana sees in you."

"Ayah!" she exclaimed. "Don't be rude!"

"It's fine," I reassured in a nervous chuckle even though my stomach was a rollercoaster. I placed my hand on her thigh to reassure her. "I can't blame a father for wanting the best for his daughter."

Mr. Kusuma raised his brows. "So you know how to play your cards right, hmm? You get a point."

I couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh. As intimidating as this whole situation was, he definitely lightened the mood despite him being the one making me nervous.

"So, Alana has never told me and I'm curious to know, how did you both meet?"

I looked at Alana and Alana looked at me. She cleared her throat. We could tell the other was thinking of all the trouble and danger we got into when we first met.

And there's no way in hell we could tell him that.

"Well, we met... on a flight..." I started, a little unsure. We didn't discuss the details of how we 'met'.

"Right, cuz I was working on her flight," Alana added on.

"Ah, I see. Where were you going?"

From the corner of my eye, I could see Alana looking at me. We were both unsure how to answer.

"Mexico."

"Canada."

We said simultaneously, causing him to give us a puzzled look.

"It was a flight from Mexico to Canada," Alana quickly explained.

"What were you doing on a flight from Mexico to Canada, if you don't mind me asking," he directed to me.

"Oh, uh, I was in Mexico for a holiday."

"And she was on her way to Canada to visit her family," Alana said to help me out.

"Yes, right, 'cuz I have family in Canada."

I think I was being a little obvious 'cuz I felt Alana kick me a bit too hard under the table which caused me to whimper and I clutched my leg.

"Ow!"

"What's wrong? Her dad asked.

"Oh, nothing, nothing, I just... had a sudden leg cramp."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about me," I shot Alana a quick glare and I saw her mouth 'Sorry!'. Her hand shot to my leg, massaging the sore area.

"Who talked to who first?"

"I did!" I quickly responded in case Alana had a different answer in mind. "I saw this gorgeous air stewardess on my flight and I thought I'd be a fool to not at least try to talk to her."

"I knew there was something special when I first saw Kai. And maybe it was 'cuz she was being extremely nice to me compared to the rest of her fr-" she caught herself before she could say it. "Fellow passengers, but I knew I had to get to know her better."

He looked at us, hard and long as we held out breaths, wondering if he bought our lie. Alana's hand searched for mine and gripped it.

After what felt like ages, he broke into a grin and we exhaled in relief.

"I'm glad you found each other," he said honestly.

"Me too," I heard Alana respond and stroked my hand with her thumb, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"Speaking of, how is work, putri?"

"It's good."

"You always say that, tell me more! I need to have something to brag about the next time I see my friends," he joked, laughing.

Alana laughed along but I could he was unsure how to respond so I chimed in, trying to bend the truth as much as possible.

"Alana is really passionate about her job," I helped her out. "She's always so excited to go on her next... trips."

She nodded. "I am, but I always miss you too," she said in a soft voice and I knew that was the complete truth, not a show we were putting on for her father.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "I miss you so much too, but I love getting small souvenirs and postcards from you." I turned my attention back to Mr. Kusuma. "Alana always sends me letters and postcards telling me about all the crazy things that happens on her trips."

That was true too. A few days or weeks after her leaving, I'd always get mail from her without fail. It was sweet of her to keep sending me stuff and I really appreciated and looked forward to them. Text messages just weren't the same as getting a physical note from her that she’s held and written on. It also brought me an immense amount of comfort during her missions where she isn't allowed to carry a phone on her. It was the only way I knew she was safe and I knew it was her way of letting me know she was alright to ease my worries.

"I always start worrying as she steps foot on any plane," I admitted earnestly. Her hand was already in mine but I brought my other hand to cover our interlocked ones, cradling her hand on my lap, remembering my promise to her years ago when I said goodbye to her for the first time at the airport. "But at the end of the day, I'm so proud of my airline stewardess girlfriend and I wouldn't change a thing."

I looked at Alana and grinned an honest, sincere smile. She glanced at me fondly, her brown eyes soft and tender.

"Thank you, babe."

"I have to know," Mr. Kusuma started again and I stared at him intently. "You love my daughter, yes?"

"Definitely! More than anything in the world," I nodded profusely.

"Why?"

I looked at him perplexed. "Why I love Alana?"

He simply just gave me a single nod.

I let out a snow breath. "I don't even know where to begin." I looked at her and she gave me a small smile which was all the encouragement I needed to carry on.

I smiled back and continued. "I love that she's always got my back even if she's not with me. That she always finds a way to cheer me up when I'm upset. I love the way her eyes light up with excitement when she's talking about something she's passionate about. I love seeing her face first thing in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to bed."

I subconsciously I turned to face her, no longer speaking to her father.

"I love how she's the most caring and affectionate person I know even though she doesn't always say it or wants to admit it." I smiled, gazing into her eyes, trying to convey the how honest every word I said was. I've never told her any of this but I meant it. And what better time to confess it than now, in front of her dad. I wanted to show her I wasn't embarrass to love her 'cuz I wasn't. And if I could shout it from the rooftops, I would.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever met and I've always admired how she's do anything to protect the people she loves. And above all, I love how happy she makes me. Seeing a message from her makes me feel invincible, as if nothing could ruin my day. I just want to be able to return that feeling for her and make her happy because I love her."

I kissed her hand. "I love you, Alana Kusuma."

Her eyes were shining with tears. I knew she was trying to hold them back. I brought my hand to cup the side of her face and ran my thumb under her eyes, wiping them away.

"I love you too, sayang," she whispered and leaned into my touch.

I turned back to her dad to find him beaming.

"Well, Kai, you won me over."

Alana laughers, wiping her own tears. "That was quick."

"I can tell she means it," he replied. "What kind of father would I be to scrutinise someone who loves my daughter?"

Alana stood up abruptly and walked over to her father and gave him a big hug.

"Terima kasih," I could hear her whisper.

For the rest of the evening, we ate as Alana's dad told me embarrassing stories about his daughters, Alana especially, of course. We would laugh and she'd groan and protest, hiding her face behind her hands but I saw her fighting a smile ever so often.

By the time we were done, it was late and as we headed out the door, Mr. Kusuma stopped me.

"Go on, I'll be with you soon," I told Alana.

She eyed both of us suspiciously but complied.

"Okay," he said. "I don't know what Alana actually does or if she's actually an airline stewardess. She's always been hard-headed," I opened my mouth to defend her but he stopped me. "Don't tell me if I'm right or wrong, I don't think I can handle the truth." He paused and looked me in the eyes. "But regardless of what she does, I'm so proud of her and as a father, I always worry. So what I need you to do is promise me that you'll look after her. Take care of her, please."

"I understand what you mean, but she's capable of taking care of herself."

"I know, I raised her,"  he said with pride, smiling. "But even the most capable people need someone to look out for them and I've never seen Alana open up to anyone the way she has to you. Aside from me of course," he laughed. "You mean something special to her, Kai. She trusts you and it'll put me at ease to know she's not alone."

"Of course, sir," I replied. "She means a lot to me too and I would never do anything to let her feel like she isn't. I promise I will, I've always been there for her and I'm not planning on changing anything. It would be stupid of me to leave."

"I'm glad you think so," he teased. "Thank you, Kai."

We met Alana outside where our taxi was already waiting for us. She gave her dad a big hug, promising that she'll be back soon.

"Jangan terlalu lama," he replied into her hair.

When they pulled back, he stretched out to shake my hand again.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Kusuma."

"Aku harap yang terbaik untukmu berdua," he said to us.

Alana gave him one final kiss on the cheek before we entered the cab. We waved him good bye as the car drove away. She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and rested her head on my shoulder, sighing.

"You alright?" I asked, concerned. I wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer to me.

"I had two of the most important people in my life under the same roof."

She closed her eyes and smiled.

"I've never felt better."

(More fics!)

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Translation:

sayang - love/dear

ayah - dad

aku dah pulang - I’m home

selamat pulang - welcome home

putriku - my princess/my daughter

putri - princess/daughter

terima kasih - thank you

jangan terlalu lama - don’t be too long

aku harap yang terbaik untukmu berdua - I wish the best for both of you

[fancyversace]

Clueless (Ted Logan One-Shot)

N/A: I wrote this last year (I mean, is the only this I’ve wrote entirely in this language beyond 200 words) and I had lots of doubts about publishing it cuz English isn’t my first language and I really hate make mistake while I’m writting, I hope that you like it and forgive my rookie mistakes lmao. Enjoyyyy!

Characters: Ted Logan x fem!OC

Warnings: None but pluff! C'mon, Ted is a cutie pieee.

A long time ago (unfortunately not in a galaxy far, far away) Ted used to be Angelica’s neighbour and friend. And he’s been in love with her since forever.

Nobody can blame him, she was gorgeous. She was also funny and kind, and was an amazing cook too; he loved when she callend him Teddy because his mom was the only one who called him like that, and she was the only person besides her who did it too. He felt weak everytime when she tangled her fingers into his hair, or when she brused it softly. She smelled like cherries, and she always looked stunning.

He didn’t understand it, she couldn’t be that magnificent without effor. But guess what? She could and he couldn’t help but fall truly in love with her.

When she went to college in Los Angeles, he felt a bit lost and empty. He missed her so much but at least he had Bill, and he wasn’t too lonely.

Ted didn’t see her since three years ago, but that was the best for her and he knew it. She was one of the most clever minds in High School and she graduated with honors, it’s logical that she deserved study in a smart college with a bunch of smart people. He was the only boy she knew that wasn’t smart enough to stay permanently in her life.

She was a truly bodacious babe, and he was a clueless eighteen years old dude who was dumber than hell.

Talking about that, his luck (maybe his brain too) was so bad that he’s almost reproving physics because… Well, he doesn’t understand a flying shit of it.

Honestly, not everything was his fault. The teacher didn’t explain again when he expressed his concerns and doubts, or didn’t help him when he asked for her advice in many ocassions to resolve those hellish excercises.

When she said his terrible grades, he felt almost humilliated when his classmates started to laugh about him, some of them screamed that he was an idiot, but he looked like he wasn’t too worry about it.

Internally, he was almost crying out loud. Maybe he’s a bit goofy and clueless but he has feelings, and that witch hurted him when she told out loud that he won’t approve her subject and he won’t pass the final test because he was a dumb boy.

Ted doesn’t hate anybody, he’s a goog guy, but in that moment he almost hated her.

“Dude!”, Bill yells at Ted trying to attract his attention. He was so inmerse into his head that forgot about Bill being by his side. “Are you worry about the physics witch? Aren’t you”, his best friend asks.

Ted nods with a gulp when he realizes his fate. His dad is gonna kill him when he finds that out.

“I’m so over, dude”, Ted pulls his dark hair with concern. “Dad is gonna kill me, and the band will split.”

“No way, dude!”, Bill yells again. Ted knows how much his blonde best friend loves to yell when he’s excited or mad. “If you approve the final test you will pass the subject, that was the physics witch said.”

“And how the heck will I approve the test if I don’t know anything about the subject?”, Ted asks. “It’s impossible, dude.”

“No, it’s not!”

The two of them walk through the parking lot when Bill’s step-mom, Missy, parks her car waiting for them. The only thing is that she isn’t alone this time.

That’s a bit weird, being honest. Missy not often has female company, not since she got married Mr. Preston.

And like always, Ted punches Bill’s shoulder and reminds him:

“Dude, she’s your mom!”

Bill moves his head right to left, looking dumber than usual.

“She’s a bit older than us, dude!”, the blonde boy answers. “And look at that babe, is gorgeous.”

Maybe Ted was worried about his low grades in physics and stuff, but when someone mentions «babe», he just can focus on the girl.

He was in love with someone who didn’t have idea, not married or something.

Missy gives them a kind smile when they get close to the car, and the second girl mover her head too; his throat’s dry and his stomach twists nervously at the sight of Angelica.

How can it be that possible? She was busy studying a smart career with a lot of smart people in LA, not in San Dimas!

“Hi!”, Angelica greets when they get into the back seats with a jump. “Gosh, you guys got truly handsome while I was away!”

Okay he’s really nervous right now, but he can act carefree about the situation. He oftenly does it and he manage to fool people making them believe he’s carefree about everything… While in his head he’s on crisis and most of the times crying internally.

Yeah, being a clueless eighteen years old dude isn’t an easy job.

But Angelica is smart and he’s not sure about how many time he could manage this whole situation, she knows him better than himself does.

“You know, baby”, Bill starts to talk crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Puberty and stuff.”

Ted looks at Bill archeing his brows with esceptical eyes; Missy tries to not laugh about him and Angelica smiles.

“I believe that of Teddy”, Angelica says and those butterflies in Ted’s stomach starts to make troubles there because of the nickname. “He was shorter than you three years ago, but look at him now. I’m sure he could play basket in college.”

Oh c'mon! She’s making his whole carefree thing harder than usual.

“I don’t think so, babe”, Ted replies with a shy smile. “But thanks for the accompliment.”

Angelica gives him a bright smile, Missy drives to theit neighbourhood and Bill half-shuts his eyes looking at his best friend, who has his «daydreaming awake» face right now.

Oh man, this guy is so obvious.

“Dude!”, Bill mutters punching Ted’s right arm. “Did you get her over?”, he looks at Ted’s guilty face and opens his eyes with surprise. “You didn’t!”, he mutters again. “Why did you never tell me, dude?”, and yes, Bill punches Ted’s arm again.

“Cuz I knew you’ll be so agressive like now!”, the darkhaired boy mutters back. “And she can’t know about this if I don’t tell her, okay?” So shut the hell up, dude.“

Bill fakes closing his mouth like a zipper and Ted takes a deep breath, being sure that those pretty girls in the fron seats are busy talking to each other and didn’t notice the mutters war that he and Bill had a few seconds ago.

When the car arrives to the neighbourhood, Missy stops it in front of Ted’s house. His dad is in the living room and he can see him through the windows. He can’t help but gulp feeling a bit anxious, and a second later, he and Angelica get out of the car, because her house is next to his own.

"See ya, dude and babe!”, Bill yells at the two of them and Missy shakes her hand in goodby, starting to drive to their house.

Ted barely had noticed that Angelica just has a simple backpack with her, and he look at her with curious eyes.

“That boy won’t change ever”, she smiles. “And you neither, in attitude I mean because physically you grew up very well”, Angelica adds and then looks at the door of her house. “It feels like a century since the last time I looked at that door.”

“It’s been three years since the last time you were stood right here, Ange”, he replies sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “For everyone here that feels like a century.”

She approaches at him, brushing his hair softly, just like only her knows to do it.

“Yeah, I know”, she nods while her hand rests onto his left shoulder. “I missed you a lot, Teddy.”

And Angelica hugs him, burying her face in his chest; she’s a lot shorter than him but that doesn’t matter, being honest. She always says how much she loves the way he’s taller than her (even when he was shorter than Bill a few years ago) and the way they both fit perfectly in each others arms without effort.

The butterflies attack his stomach again while he’s thinking about her. She’s so bodacious that it looks almost like a joke or something.

“Theodore, come here”, his dad shouts opening the front door.

And there’s the fear filling his body again, he’s over… No, he’s more than over, he’s a clueless dead dude.

“Bogus”, Ted whispers and Angelica breaks the hug moving her head, staring at Captain Logan with mischevious eyes. “What'cha gonna do, Ange?”

“Shut up and follow me”, she whispers back and they approach together to Ted’s dad, who has this scarying furrowed eyebrows face.“Hi, Captain Logan!”, Angelica greets with a pretty smile. “I’m sorry if Ted is late, I borrowed him for a few minutes because I arrived to San Dimas this morning and I went for him to the School. Excuse me for that, it’s just… I missed him a lot.”

Captain Logan’s face gets a bit softer (in a way that Ted didn’t believe he could) after her speech.

She’s such a sweet talker and she always wins everything she wants. She has talent and he knows it very well.

“There’s no problem with you, Angelica”, Captain Logan says. “But the principal called me a few minutes ago and told me Ted is gonna repprove physics if he doesn’t pass the final test.”

Oh, no those disapproval eyes. He hates them since forever.

Ted gulps feeling anxious and nervous again. He’s dead.

Angelica giggles and Ted forrows his brows.

“Oh, that has sense”, she says. “He had worried eyes all the way until we came here but he didn’t mention nothing about it”, Angelica pats his shoulder very gently. “I could help him with it if you give me your permisson.”

Okay, her mental sanity went to hell very quickly than he thought.

“I don’t wanna botter you with this, darling”, Captain Logan replies. “He will be better studying alone in his room without hanging out for this entire week until he passes the test.”

Yeah, he’s officially dead.

“But Captain Logan, I’m very sure this whole situation isn’t his entire fault because I know his physics teacher, the woman isn’t so kind and sweet, y'know”, Angelica expresses. She’s good. “I had some troubles with her when I was in High School, and I can help him to approve the test, I swear.”

It takes a few moments but after all her argue, Captain Logan accepts her offer for Ted’s surprise.

“With two conditions”, Captain Locan says a little bit too loud and bossy. “Nobody is hanging out to nowhere and he’s gonna studying with you here in the house while I’m working, until I return from work. Understood?”

“Yes sir!”, the both yell.

Angelica loves to yell like that when she’s in front of Ted’s dad. It’s something funny to do.

“I gotta go again, I’ll be back in the evening”, he looks at Ted. “Take care of your brother, Theodore.”

“Yes sir.”

Captain Logan gets out of the house and walks towards his car, leaving them alone again.

And when the vehicle is out of the sight, Ted takes a deep breath feeling calm at last.

“That was so damn close”, Angelica points, giving him a look. “Could we get into the house? I know we live in California, but the heat is gonna roast me alive.”

Ted laughs.

“C'mon babe.”

Angelica is gonna explain him physics an entire week and they will be alone a bunch of hours until his dad retirns of work every evening… Oh man.

Somebody send help please, Ted will be over for real because a single reason: a pretty and smart girl called Angelica.

[pain-somnia]

(1)so, i've been re-reading AOY for like, the third time, and i just wanted to tell u how much i appreciate the way you write all of the characters. i feel like you approach them with empathy, or at least an understanding of some sort. like, you don't ignore their flaws or their virtues, you don't get viciously against or in favor of any of them. and even if your fic is focused on Hyde&Jackie and their relationship, u give depth to almost all of the characters,

(2) none of them could be replaced with a cardboard cutout, u know? and the dynamics in the group are fantastic, everyone matters to everyone in one way or another (although there are different degrees of closeness, of course). a long time ago i had started reading the eric/buddy fic u mentioned, and while it was well written and intriguing, i couldn't get past the first few chapters bc i can't handle fics that are too biased (not to say that it was bad, it just wasn't my thing).

(3) plenty of other t7s fanfics are biased too (to a certain extent), which is fine and completely normal, but idk, i just love that u seem to care for everyone at least a little bit. it's one of the things that makes AOY so compelling to me. i'm looking forward to what's next, especially bc i wanna know how Hyde&Jackie are gonna deal with their new-but-not-really relationship,

(4)and i NEED more Buddy&Fez, and Jackie&Donna. i also i have a good guess as to the ship you're gonna introduce, so i'm excited to see how you're gonna tackle them 👀. anyway, i didn't mean for this message to get so long lmao. hope you're doing well 💕.

First, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY WORK I’m in awe that you re-read it that much (I’m always in awe when ppl re-read my work)

I’m blushing so hard from your compliments. When I first came up with the idea to do this time travel fic I did mostly focus on Jackie and Hyde but then I started to think about the other characters and how Jackie isn’t entirely selfish and she is a compassionate person, so why shouldn’t relationships with other characters be mentioned or highlighted in some way?

(gonna try and put everything under the cut so I don’t clog up the dash but if it doesn’t work I’m so sorry)

Besides the fact that the show was about the group of friends, a huge bit of inspiration for giving more attention to the other characters especially having them do activities with each other especially outside of the basement actually came from my own years as a teen and into my early 20s. The zenmasters fandom is still really new to me unlike the sasusaku fandom so many don’t know about how I got really sick and lost the closeness I used to have with my irl friends due to my illnesses and inability to do all of the things I used to do with them. This is my way of capturing my love for my old friends in a way.

My home used to have the same feeling as Eric’s basement (every time my family moved my house was still THE house) and I was one of like three friends that were licensed (even up to our mid 20s) and I was the only one everyone fully trusted to drive. So in a way I was the Eric of our friend group especially when you add in my mom’s train of thought when it came to my friends and I which was that she would rather us eat everything in her fridge in kitchen and have her go broke feeding us than for us to be out doing stupid shit. It didn’t stop us from doing stupid shit but that was our life lol

we used to trespass into places (abandoned houses, abandoned asylum, parks and fields and lakes when they were closed at night), I had an ex that stole a golf cart from a security guard cuz it was there and the keys were in the ignition and we all fucking scattered when the guy showed up, we would fuck around at my house or another friend’s house and drinking and weed (and acid and shrooms) were usually involved (I was the mom friend so I always took care of everyone and was designated driver), we went to concerts even if we had to drive to other states and also went to Warped Tour almost every year until I got sick af. We would find the perfect places to watch meteor showers and hold bonfires at a friend’s house (although we did start a bonfire in a soccer field we had no business being in at that time at night).

And we would drive around for hours with no destination. We typically told our parents we were going bowling when we did and we never fucking went bowling lol

There’s so much that we did

This is all the energy of my personal experience being a teenager with access to a minivan and then my own car that really made me think about the T7S gang and even though I want to focus so much on Jackie and Hyde and their romance, I feel like I would be doing such a disservice to the friendships in the show by not having them be actual friends in the story.

I’ve had a friend abandoned by her mother and she moved in with a bf and we all helped her (I had to teach her how to cook rice in a pot cuz her bf didn’t have a rice cooker and my mom made sure she knew she could come live with us if she got fed up with her bf’s family) and my family has opened their home to my friend and her family when they were in between homes. I’ve had to help friends through bad trips. We’ve all had our hearts broken. Some of us have dealt with being queer and learning about our own identities and the struggle with finding out who we really are. I found out my father wasn’t my biological father when I was 20 lol

And we all had each other during those moments. Just like how the T7S gang had each other. So I felt personally invested in making sure to elaborate on moments where they were hanging out and being friends to each other.

And I know. God that fic. Whenever I re-ead that fic I actually skip a lot and my last re-read of it made me feel like I couldn’t read it again just because it is way too biased. Like it completely absolves a certain character of everything and I kind of lost it when Brooke had to apologize to him in the fic....I feel like, you should definitely be able to criticize things that you love and that it doesn’t take away any love to recognize the bad with the good.

Like right now I have to show some bias against Kelso for the part of the story but I keep editing it so it’s not complete hate against him. It’s just for this part of the story he is well just being him which is unfortunately ugly and it has to be ugly until he can grow. But I feel guilty about it lol don’t hate me too much for what he has to go through first

Jackie and Donna. I have such a weak spot for them in my fic mostly because for the longest time I didn’t really have many girl friends. I was always too much of a boy, too weird, too ugly for the other girls so I didn’t have someone I was truly super close with until I was in like 8th grade. And there’s this sisterhood with Jackie and Donna that I wish they did better. Like ignoring s8 completely, there just could have been more. But the sweet moments we got were amazing. I just feel like the writers knew fuck all how to make the girls proper friends without feeling like they were losing the characters and how they were.

i will probably be introducing that ship in chapter 8. I’m just struggling wrapping up the last bit of chapter 7 aka the January 31st part. I’ve just been staring at page 56 and wondering if I’m doing it right.

[flowrxchild]

I was tagged by the sweet @moonchildwildheart thanks lovey! I love these kinds of tags they’re so much fun!! ❤️

What was the last thing you read?

My study notes for an essay T-T

Favourite movie?

Moonrise Kingdom!

Favourite book?

It’s been the Goldfinch for a long time but as of recently I’ve fallen in love with Jenny Slate’s Little Weirds

Dream date?

Ouu like a picnic or stargazing of something like that. Laying face down in the mud under a full moon could be romantic if you rlly think about it.

Do you have a crush?

I don’t think there’s been a moment of my waking life that I havnt...

What are your hobbies?

I love to paint! I used do a lot of art but life’s kept me really busy as of recently and I don’t get to do it as much as I’d like :(

What’s your favourite time of day?

Late afternoon/golden hour! Ik it’s corny but it’s so pretty how could you not be in love???

If you could look like anything, what would you look like?

The Celestial Seasonings Sleetime Tea bear. That’s literally all I want for myself.

Are you romantic?

*leans dramatically on a staircase clutching my forehead* yes.

What’s your favourite type of weather?

Warm and lightly breezy. The opposite of whatever hell it is now in Canada...

What do you like talking about?

Movies and music always. I’m obviously a dork about it.

What are your turn ons?

Attentive affection like when someone touches you when they talk to you or eye contact I’m like 👁👄👁

Turn offs?

Rudeness. If someone’s mean or pushy yuck

If you got a tattoo what would it be and where would you get it?

I have a lot of stick and pokes everywhere that are super random lol but if I had to get an official one it’d probably be something floral on my arm?? I’m too indecisive to be a tattoo person :/

Do you have any pets?

I have a stinker of a black cat named Odin and he’s the loveliest boy to ever be

Dream job?

Something in the film industry...still to be determined

Dream place to live?

In the country? I’ve lived in a big city all my life and I’ve always wanted to be somewhere quieter and more serene

Dream vacation?

I don’t really know tbh...I love traveling anywhere so any trip would be a dream!

Do you have any piercings?

My ears and my cartilage. Used to have my septum but rip to her :(

If you had kids, what would you name them?

I really don’t know I always feel like the only person who doesn’t have a list I think...

What are your best traits?

My sense of humour has gotten me through a lot...Something bad will happen and I am forced to laugh in its face. Call it what it is: big goblin energy...Also I cherish my artistic eye aahasksk

Worst traits?

I’m a horribly distracted person lmao which makes me maybe the worlds worst reciever of information... I’ve been called flightly and disinterested because of it :( im also super anxious and i let it get the best of me sometimes...

What’s your worst fear?

Losing the people I love. Not being able to experience certain things.

What do you want to eat right now?

Im always craving brownies. I could eat a brownie rn I would not complain.

What’s your best vacation you’ve ever been on?

I’ve not traveled a ton but I went to London when I was 16 and I loved every minute of it!

Favourite city?

Gotta be biased and say my home Toronto! Even though I complain about it a lot, it’s raised me well!

Favourite social media platform?

Tumblr and twitter for sure! They’re kind of addictive

Favourite article of clothing?

Right now, it’s my black turtleneck. Gotta love a classic turtleneck ammirite?

Do you play any sports?

Bold of you to assume my bones are able to carry my akward ass in any other form besides walking. When I was a kid my parents forced me to play soccer and I literally used to lay in the field and pretend I was too sick to stand. Like during the game. The melodrama has not toned down since.

Favourite meal of the day?

Dinner I guess? It’s got the most yumminess possibility. The yummy levels are over 9000

What are you excited for?

Christmas break! This semester is beating my ass and I can’t wait for it to no longer be

Not excited for?

My finals.

When was the last time you cried?

Last night over the amount of work I had to do LOL

Dream house?

Omg a cabin or like a cottage home!! uGh itd be a dream!! Jus me and the trees

What’s something you hate about the world?

Injustice, prejudice and ignorance. I have no tolerance for it and there seems to be a lot of it. Wish a lot more people would just have less hate in them.

What’s something you love about the world?

It’s beauty!! Even outside of things that make me frustrated or terrified, the world always shows us reasons to love and reasons to live and I gotta remember that!

What scents do you like?

I love spicy “musky” smells lol I wear a unisex perfume cuz I love warmer smelling stuff like vanilla etc..

What kind of sleeper are you?

Not a good one ahahsjssk

Are you a cat or dog person?

Typically, I’m a dog person but I love cats just the same!

How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?

Literally like a couple hours I’d see a singular zombie and immediately fart and die from fear 😔✊🏻

Are you trusting?

I think so? But I have a really strong intuition when it comes to people so i give trust where it’s due

What fictional character do you identify with?

Idk this is a hard one I’m never good at picking one for myself lol

What labels do you commonly get?

I get sensitive a lot.. especially when I was little and I used to hate it cuz I used to see the negative in it but I think us sensitive people have got to start using it as a strength! (And maybe people should be less mean also ahshag)

What song would be your life anthem?

This is another hard one but I guess just my fave song: Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile?

What issues are you dealing with rn?

Erm school and being anxious I guess...schools been stressing me out and it’s hard going to class when you’re just terrified of everything but I’m working on it so 💩

How can someone win you over?

Literally just be nice I am not hard to win over Loool

What’s something about you people don’t know?

I don’t really talk about it a ton but I’m adhd and was diagnosed super late in life so I spent most of my childhood and teens thinking that I was just a spaz who had a lot to think about but my brain was straight up goofing the whole time lmao I’m slowly starting to learn to cope with it but it’s been a tough journey especially being in uni and trying to do adult things. So I’m sending a hug to anyone else who also suffers because it is not an easy ride <3

I’d like to tag (and ik this is a long one so feel free to ingnore me if u don’t want to) @cantbehandled-ever @satans-helper @seven-seas-of-hi @karrotkate @v-i-d-e-n-o-i-r @lazingonsunday @thatflowerpower @eatmyshiftsticky @shes-outta-sight @pvre-mourning @aint-no-denying @dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade ⭐️✨⭐️✨⭐️✨

[mrs-pissoff]

Your eyes (Reader x Thane)

(the title is pretty much a placeholder because I have no idea what else to call this lmao) 3rd person POV, Reader is referred to as she/her

A/N: So first of all, I usually don't know what the unholy crap I'm doing when it comes to writing. I'm also not a native English speaker. There may be a part 2 coming but I can't promise cuz once I do promise something it's surely not going to happen, ever. Nonetheless, please enjoy.

Introduction: You're whoever you are, and you've joined Shepard's crew aboard the SR-2 to stop the Collectors. You've become something of a close friend to Commander Shepard and may have caught spicy spicy feelings for them. Unfortunately for you, Shepard has eyes for a certain turian vigilante, but hey, this story isn't about them. It's about you and our favorite assassin.

Disclaimer: Mass Effect and its characters belong to Bioware.

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An unusual stillness fell over the empty kitchen of the SR-2. The crew were all tucked away in their chambers, resting or talking about the day’s events. Even the lights of the Med Bay were dimmed, indicating that not even Dr. Chakwas was at her station.

She was glad no one could see her in such a state. Puffy eyes, hair and clothes in complete disarray. A mess, really. She didn’t need the looks of pity or the unnecessary and painful question ‘What’s wrong?’. No. She only needed a glass of cold water and some time. Some time to sort things out. Alone. That part was easy at least, since she thought no one knew how she felt. She kept it hidden, locked away. Out of sight, out of mind. Except when the feelings would resurface violently and erupt like a volcano. Like right now.

Head bowed and quietly sobbing into the sink, both hands resting beside the edges of it, she doesn't hear the silent footsteps approaching her. Too preoccupied with her spiraling thoughts of Shepard and her own confusing feelings. The footsteps of the cautiously approaching Thane Krios cease, as he stands frozen in place. The woman before him is the one that judged him for all his wrongdoings the day he stopped his son from stepping on the path of sin. Her once fiery gaze was now drowned in tears, head hung low and heavy with sorrow.

She's been feeling on edge lately, making careful but not very covert snide remarks to Garrus Vakarian and politely pushing away everyone who questioned her sour mood. She only smiled when Shepard asked, the storm clouds hanging over her head evaporating at the sight of the Commander as her face relaxed. And with a beaming gaze and the hint of a smile, she'd tell Shepard how everything was fine and she just needed some rest. That a nap would fix her up. A white lie to avoid worrying the Commander. He saw how her eyes lost their spark and how her legs would carry her around the ship without purpose. Only in battle she seemed alive. A raging whirlwind sweeping through enemies. A most unsettling change in behavior. He knew the reason behind it all.

Suddenly becoming painfully aware of his presence, her head shot up and a startled gasp left her lips. She pushed herself away from the sink in a swift motion and turned her gaze away from him, wiping the tears from her face. Desperately trying to make it seem like they weren't there to begin with.

"Damn, you're quiet. You should make more noise or you’ll give someone a heart attack."

Her tone had a slight bite to it and an uncertain shake she tried to mask. He could still hear it though. This was a moment of weakness she wished no one would witness. Much less him. He knew what she thought about him. She called him a gutless coward and a poor excuse of a father while still wishing him success to save his son, though not for his own sake, but simply because Kolyat deserved better. He had to agree with her, he told himself all of these things and more. It was nothing new. And yet, hearing someone else utter those words aloud cut even deeper. The look she gave him that day sent a jolt of shock down his spine. Her eyes filled with scorching ire, blame and so, so many questions. He felt small even if he was standing taller than her. Even though her mind seemed occupied and uncertain at the moment, he could still sense that she'd have preferred anyone but him finding her like this.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Of course she did, he thought, but the words left his mouth before he could rephrase the question.

"No."

Her reply came almost too quickly as she washed her tear-stained hands and turned around, ready to leave without drying them. He knew she carried a great many burdens, and not all of them her own. She was much like him, and didn't leave her room frequently to socialize with others, but he knew that Shepard visited her just like the rest of them. Shepard always made sure to check on everyone, to talk to them and ease their solitude, but sometimes people forgot to do the same for the Commander. She didn't. She told him and Vakarian that Shepard had a tendency to hold onto everything, and rather than adding to Shepard's emotional cargo further, she preferred to ask and listen to everything the Commander had to say. No doubt a roundabout way of telling the two to do the same every once in a while. He wondered whether she herself shared her thoughts with anyone.

"If you need someone to talk to-" but he couldn't finish. She looked back at him and began speaking quietly, her tone now withdrawn and empty. 

"Perhaps you should focus your energy on your son to make things right, and mind your own business. I'll do the same as well." Ah, he knew she'd push away, but he still had to ask. He wished she'd at least talk to Shepard, but knew that she won't.

"Sometimes strength isn't about holding our emotions at bay, but sharing our weakness with others, however difficult it may be." His words seemed to catch her attention as she raised one eyebrow at him questioningly.

"True, but I don't see why you would bother."

Her statement was expected. They weren't on the friendliest terms after all. Of course there was no ongoing animosity between them, she simply voiced her opinion of him and they never talked about it anymore. Few words were exchanged between them even before Kolyat's attempt at assassination - aside from the usual pleasantries that is - , even less afterwards. He was aware of her presence and they passed each other aboard the Normandy more than once, but neither spared as much as a second glance. Both too lost in their own thoughts to notice the other. That was until he was caught in her eyes like a trapped varren, desperate to escape. He felt as if he was standing underneath a spotlight, all of his shame on display for everyone to see. It was then and there, where he truly saw her for the first time and began paying more attention to her unconsciously.

On rare occasions when she was having her meals at the same time he was, he'd find himself observing her closely, listening to her talking with others. He'd seen the pang of jealousy in her eyes as Garrus recalled all the time he spent with Shepard years ago and when he would ask specific things about human relationships once he and the Commander became closer. She would deflect his clumsy questions half-heartedly and leave shortly after, her initial friendly disposition towards the turian dissipated and a polite tolerance took its place. Garrus was none the wiser to see this change, such nuance seemed to be lost on him. Perhaps that was for the better. She couldn't blame either of them for falling for each other. Garrus has been there for Shepard for far longer than her.

During shuttle rides Thane could see how she tried to be casual and disciplined while Shepard spoke, careful to contain herself and not let anything slip even if her eyes had a playful and longing glint to them.

He came to adore those eyes. They told him everything she was hiding so carefully. The eyes truly were a window to the soul.

Sometimes he was also lucky enough to catch her in a conversation where she voiced her point of view on certain things, mostly concerning Cerberus whom she did not trust in the slightest. A sentiment many other squadmates shared. Surprisingly, she didn't let her negative opinion extend to Miranda and Jacob, or the rest of the crew wearing Cerberus colors. Short and reserved debates between them were apparently not uncommon. On her better days he could even hear her joking about with Zaeed and Jack. A wide and playful smile spreading on her face with every witty little comment she shared with them.

He's never realized just how aware of her he was until now. He wanted to let her know, but-

"You intrigue me."

The words escaped him once more.

His body tensed as he watched her carefully. Her eyes found the floor as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. She seemed unsure and deep in thought, and he began to wonder whether it was a mistake to speak his mind. A few agonizing seconds later she met his eyes again seemingly ready to respond, but deciding against it in the end. She gave him one last incredulous look before turning around and heading for the elevator without a word, leaving him in the dimly lit kitchen.

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So, here. I hope it was enjoyable? I honestly don’t know how to write Thane so he may be severly OOC. Hopefully not.

It’s just that I’ve been adding more dialogues to the custom Thane follower I have in Skyrim and I got inspired so I was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever, I’ll post it.

And I already have another scenario running in my head. A possible continuation to this, but this thing took me the better half of today to write. We’ll see. Feel free to let me know what you think.

[lustresky]

hochelaga [peter parker]

summary: Peter never really had a ton of positive male influences in his life, and at this point he had given up his hopes of ever having one— that is, until he meets Happy. 

wc: 4200ish.

themes: angst, peter’s a misunderstood and troubled teen, some happy stuff in the end (cuz i physically can’t write shit that doesn’t end in a happy ending ok), trust issues, happy cares about peter, some family fluff because i just want peter to be happy ok:’’(

warnings: cursing (da usual), underage smoking & mentions of nicotine addiction, me trying to be deep haha yikes!

a/n: title is a song by alexandre poulin. (it’s a really good song, i highly recommend listening to it in the background while reading/listening to it after! i translated the lyrics in english but it isn’t an exact translation, i changed a bit of the words to fit in more with the story!!) i recently listened to it again and it inspired me to write this. a lot of fics have tony as a parental figure in peter’s life, and he was my first choice for this fic too, but in the end happy just... made more sense. but honestly?? idek if this fic makes any sense. hopefully it does lmao

if you have any questions about this fic, feel free to send me an ask!

please note that the plots of CIVIL WAR, INFINITY WAR & ENDGAME are excused in this fic. 

available on ao3.

T’es pas mon père, tu t’prends pour qui? (You’re not my dad, who do you think you are?) Tu sais rien de moi pis de mes amis. (You know nothing about me or my friends.)

Peter scoffs to himself as he hears May laugh in the living room; he hisses at the contact of alcohol on his skin, groaning at the large gash on his forearm. He quickly bandages it up, making sure to wear a long sleeve shirt in order to hide the large white cotton wrapping around his injured limb. 

As soon as he hears footsteps, he swiftly hides the first-aid kit under his bed.

May opens his bedroom door, still wearing her work clothes and a huge smile on her face. “Peter!” She grins, walking towards him and grabbing his arm— the one that had been sliced open just an hour ago. He inwardly winces, but keeps on his indifferent face. 

He has a front to maintain. 

“Come on! I have someone for you to meet.”

Ma mère ’n’a ramené des ben plus tough, (My mom has brought home tougher guys,) Moi, les gars comme toi j’les mets dans ma poche. (Guys like you are nothing to me.)

 Peter trudges to the living room, mentally preparing himself to see another man that he knows he would hate in a few days’ time. 

To his surprise, however, he’s greeted by a man who’s the exact opposite of the image that he had been used to. Where the black leather jacket had been, there’s a formal black suit— complete with a tie and all. Where the gelled up hair and five o’clock shadow had been, there’s curly, salt and pepper hair with a white beard to match. 

Where a smirk that seemed to size him up had been, there’s a genuine smile.

“This is Harold,” May introduces the man in front of him with such a wide grin that her eyes crinkle. “Harold “Happy” Hogan.”

What kind of fucking name is Happy?

Harold clears his throat and offers his right hand to Peter; a first for all the men that May had brought back home.

“I’m Peter.” Peter says, taking his hand. The man gently grips it, hands warm yet firm at the same time as he shook it with one of them on top of Peter’s own. “Nice to meet you, Harold.” He adds, forcing out the manners May had ingrained in him even if he doesn’t like it.

“Nice to meet you too, Peter,” Harold smiles. “And Harold’s too formal—”

“Just call me Happy.”

Pis tu vas ben faire comme tous les autres, (You’d be just like the others,) Tu vas claquer la porte en mettant ton coat. (You’d slam the door closed whilst wearing your coat.)

Harold— no, Happy, stays over for dinner. Peter left the conversation to May and him as he focuses on the news being displayed on the TV while he chews on the food that she had prepared.

“Rising vigilante, Spider-Man, spotted!” The female TV reporter announces, hair swishing left and right as she animates her words with hand gestures. “Six thieves have been found, bound with the ever familiar web and with the oh-so-famous venom puncture holes in their necks!”

“As much as his work is appreciated by many,” The announcer continues. “Is his way of justice acceptable, when these men—” The TV flickers to show the mug-shots of the six men, now incapacitated due to the poison. Peter recognizes the one who had cut his arm immediately. “Have not yet faced trial? Tonight, we will be discussing this with J. Jonah Jameson, editor in chief of The Daily—”

The TV screen suddenly goes black. Peter groans at May as he looks over at her; her arm outstretched with the remote in her hand aimed at the now blank display.

“No watching TV while we’re eating dinner.”

 C’est moi du haut de mes 14 ans, (It’s my 14 year old self,) Qui veille sur le bonheur de ma maman.  (Who grows old because of my mom’s happiness.)

 Peter had quickly retreated in his bedroom after dinner, telling May that he still had homework to do.

The truth is that he just can’t stomach seeing Happy and his legal guardian sending love eyes to one another for another fucking hour.

Especially when he had already told himself numerous times in the past few years to never attach himself to any of the men that she brought home— no matter how happy they make her, because he knows better.

He tries to disregard their laughter outside of his bedroom. He tries to ignore the creaks of the floorboard as May sent Happy home. He tries to be oblivious to the peck that they both shared as a goodbye.

Tries; because his enhanced senses completely made sure that he notices every single one of them.

Much to his dismay.

 T’es pas mon père, m’as-tu compris? (You’re not my dad, don’t you understand?) J’les connais les grands secrets d’la vie. (I already know life’s greatest secrets.)

 Peter still remembers his first smoke.

He had been twelve.

It had been an experience— and when his senses got even more enhanced after he got bit, it didn’t take long for him to get addicted.

May doesn’t know about it. Just like she doesn’t know about him being a vigilante.

As soon as he hears a scream from an alley not too far from where he’s perched, Peter drops his smoke onto the cement— squishing and therefore extinguishing it with his foot.

He shoots a web onto the light pole to his right, hoping that whoever it is that he’ll save, that they’ll give him money for his services; just like what most people would do.

Peter lets out a breath, missing the nicotine in his lungs.

He’ll need it for another hit.

 Garde tes histoires pis tes conseils, (Keep your stories and advices to yourself,) Check, fais tes affaires, j’vas faire pareil. (Look, mind your business and I’ll do the same.)  

Happy comes over again for dinner.

As May cooks, they both sit on the sofa, watching the news.

“Spider-Man strikes again!” The same female reporter from a few days ago announces. “This time it seems that he has saved over a dozen people in a department store by binding the attacker in his webs and incapacitating him with his ‘venom’!”

Happy groans beside him and Peter looks up at him, annoyed. What’s his deal?

As if he can read minds, Happy looks back at him, a stern look on his face.

“Listen,” He starts, head downcast to stare at him in the eye. “If something like that ever happens to you, you go and run the other way— alright?”

Peter scoffs at his words and breaks eye contact. As if.

Happy doesn’t seem to be content with his answer. So stubbornly, he asks, “Peter? Do you understand?”

Peter subtly rolls his eyes. Who does he think he is? 

“Yeah,” He just replies back, not wanting to strike another conversation with another person who thinks that they have more power than him. 

He has had enough of those.

 Mais si jamais tu mets l’pied dans ma chambre, (If you even enter a foot in my room,) J’te jure que j’te paye des vacances. (I’ll make sure that you’ll regret it.)

 “Peter!” 

Peter quickly fumbles out of his suit, pulling the red and blue cloth off rapidly as he opens his closet door to stuff it in. At full speed, he grabs his venom and web shooters and locks them inside his desk drawer.

The footsteps don’t cease, and Peter only manages to get a shirt over his head and a pair of boxers over his legs before his door opens to reveal Happy; an eyebrow raised at him.

It doesn’t take long before the man’s eyes widen upon casting sight onto his bleeding legs.

“Jesus Christ, Peter, what happened to you?” He asks, opening the door even more to let himself in. “Are you okay?”

Peter doesn’t even try to keep the bubbling rage inside him as Happy carelessly welcomes himself into his bedroom; the only space that he has to himself. The only place that understands him.

“Yes!” Peter cries out, anger coursing through his veins. Fucking hell, he doesn’t have time for this. “Now please— get out!”

Happy, surprised at his outburst, moves backwards until his feet were a mere inches away from Peter’s bedroom door frame. “Okay, okay— I’m glad that you’re okay,” He raises his hands up in retaliation, sighing. “But still, what in the hell happened to you, kid?”

Peter doesn’t answer, instead he ignores the burning pain across his legs while walking towards the door with the goal of closing it. He grits his teeth in the process.

“That’s none of your business.”

 Ma mère pense ’t’es l’homme de sa vie, (My mom thinks that you’re the love of her life,) Moi, j’te donne pas trois semaines pis t’es parti. (Me? I’ll bet that you’ll leave after three weeks.)

 Peter had been genuinely surprised when he had come back home to find May and Happy in the kitchen, flour and eggs scattered everywhere.

Their smiles are bright.

Peter clears his throat, effectively gaining their attention as he crosses his arms across his chest. “What are you guys doing?” He asks, throwing a pointed look at May who just laughs at his question.

“What does it seem like we’re doing, Pete?” She replies, a huge smile still displayed on her face. “We’re trying to bake a cake!”

That still isn’t enough of an answer. “What for?” He adds; from what he remembers— which was almost everything, nobody has their birthdays today.

May just sticks her tongue out at Peter.

“It’s Happy and I’s first month anniversary, babe!”

 S’rais-tu mon père jusqu’à midi? (Will you be my dad till’ noon?) J’me suis mis dans l’trouble pis comme t’es ici. (I got myself in trouble, and now you’re here.)

 Peter curses at himself as he holds his head down in between his arms. 

The principal doesn’t say anything to him as the air remains tense.

“I’m sorry—” Peter’s head pops up at the unexpected voice. That isn’t May. “I had a meeting— I came here as fast as I can.”

Looking to his right, Peter sees Happy taking the chair beside him; his own face stoic.

“That’s alright, Mr. Hogan,” The principal gives him a tight lipped smile. “Now, shall we discuss why I called you here?”

Happy looks at Peter, an eyebrow raised. Peter doesn't— no, he can’t bring himself to say nor explain anything.

Everything is clear.

He had fucked up.

 Ç’a l’air qu’à l’école y auraient trouvé, (It seems that the school has found,) 10 grammes de shit dans mon casier. (The ten grams in my locker.)

 Peter had known that he should’ve been more cautious; he knew that his school had a strict rule against cigarettes. He had known.

However, did that knowledge still stop him from lighting one up?

No.

Is it a surprise that he was caught?

No.

Peter bites his tongue as he tries to even out his breathing.

The next thought passes by his mind and he can’t help but wholeheartedly agree.

I’m a disappointment.

 Faudrait pas l’dire à ma mère, (Please, don’t tell my mom,) Elle s’rait ben capable de trop s’en faire. (She wouldn’t be able to handle it.)

 Happy took him home.

The whole car ride had been silent; neither party focusing more on the road than one another.

Peter forces himself to speak up once Happy has parked his car in front of the brick building.

“Please..” He croaks out, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. “Don’t tell May.”

God, he hated being like this.

A pause follows, and Peter worries for a second that Happy will spill everything.

However, the man beside him lets out a sigh as he places a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

He squeezes, and for the first time, Peter doesn’t flinch at the touch of a man.

“Don’t worry kid,” Happy says.

“I won’t.’

 Toi, tu sais comme moi qu’on passe par là,  (You know just as well as me that we all go through this,) Quand on devient un homme dans Hochelaga. (That this is how we grow up in Hochelaga.)

 May gives them both a bright smile as they enter the apartment.

“Dinner will be ready in a sec!” She tells them both; giving Peter a warm hug and Happy a peck on the cheek before sprinting back to the kitchen.

Peter just looks up at the man beside him who grew red at his guardian’s antic.

He doesn’t even try to stop the genuine laugh coming out of his throat as Happy looks back at him, trying his best to mask his fondness for May with annoyance. “What?” He scrunches his nose up at Peter, trying to act tough but failing as his flushed face goes against him.

Peter just continues snickering. “Nothing.”

The sudden happiness in his stomach’s overwhelming. 

 S’rais-tu mon père jusqu’à cette nuit? (Will you be my dad until tonight?) J’me souviens même plus quand l’mien est parti. (I don’t even remember when mine left.)

 After dinner, Peter had mustered up the courage to ask both May and Happy if they wanted to watch a movie. They both had said yes— but Peter knew that May never really had a thing for sci-fi movies, and so it isn’t a surprise for him when she had blacked out thirty minutes into ‘The Empire Strikes Back.’

Happy, however, still has his eye focused on the film. In fact, he seems to be enjoying it way more than Peter— which was a complete yet welcomed surprise.

He doesn’t ever remember having witnessed something so nice like this after his passing: May curling up against someone, a smile on her face as she slept; completely serene as the man who she loved cradles her back. It was a sight that pulled at Peter’s heartstrings, yet also tied them into pretty bows at the same time.

As the sounds of the movie fills the air, Peter realizes something which made him smile.

He can get used to this.

 Y avait pas grand temps pour dire « Je t’aime ». (There wasn’t really a lot of time to say “I love you.”) Entre la DPJ pis le HLM. (Between the CSS and the DSS.)  

After that night, May and Happy had started saying “I love you”‘s to one another more often.

He and Happy got closer— and slowly…

Peter let his walls down bit by bit.

 On pourrait p’t’être r’garder la T.V., (Maybe we can watch some TV,) Quand maman rentrera d’son shift au PFK. (When mom does her shift at KFC.)

 “What‘cha doing there, kid?” Happy asks him as he knocks on Peter’s door, slowly pulling it ajar.

Peter looks up from his papers, rubbing at his eyes as he lets out a yawn. He gives Happy a nod to let him know that it’s okay to come in.

The man then walks up beside him, a hand on his hip as he looks over at Peter’s calculations. He makes a face. “Yeah no, if you’re gonna ask help for this stuff, you better ask Tony and not me.”

Peter makes a face at him, not sure if he’s joking or being serious. What is it with him bringing up this Tony dude? He doesn’t even know who he is. 

 “Ask who?” He snorts, shaking his head. “Tony Stark?” He jokes.

“Uh, yeah? Who else?” Happy looks at him like he doesn’t know if Peter’s joking or not. “Tony Stark, billionaire, inventor, Iron-man? AKA the guy that I work for?”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Wait a minute—- this whole time you’ve been talking about Tony Stark and not your like— eccentric best friend?” He lets his jaw touch the floor in shock.

Happy just laughs at him. “Yeah?”

Peter blinks his eyes and shakes his head, and now it suddenly made so much more sense as to why Happy seems to always be in a full suit.

“Anyway,” Happy interrupts Peter’s thoughts, hands going in his pockets. “I was just thinking that you may want to take a break, kid— maybe watch a movie or something before you burn yourself out. Netflix just added Aliens, and May isn’t here.” He raises an eyebrow as his lip quirks up.

Peter’s ears perk up upon hearing the movie title. He’s been dying to watch the movie ever since Happy had suggested it, but most of the time he never got to as May had forbidden him to watch— as she so eloquently put it— “Those disgusting and disturbing movies.”

“Fine, fine—“ He waves off Happy, turning his front back to his desk, trying not to sound too giddy. “Lemme just clean this up.”

“It’s gonna be fun, kid, trust me.”

Peter just shakes his head, a hint of a smile on his face.

Happy turned out to be right.

 Ce serait drôle un jour d’aller jouer aux quilles, (It would be fun to go bowling, one day.) Ç’a l’air qui font ça dans les vraies familles. (It seems like real families do that.)

 May had suggested that they all go bowling one Sunday night.

Happy taught Peter and May how to strike.

Peter doesn’t know if, in the end, it had been a good idea as Happy ended up losing.

Still, Peter appreciates him going out of his way to teach him something that he doesn’t know. 

It had been such a long time since he hasn’t taught himself something.

It was a nice change.

 S’rais-tu mon père pour toute la vie? (Will you be my dad for the rest of time?) L’temps passe, pourtant t’es pas parti. (Time has passed, but you still haven’t left.)

 “Happy anniversary!” May laughs as she hands something to Happy.

It’s been two years since they’ve been together. Peter still can’t believe that time can fly by so fast.

Happy kisses her on the cheek as he pulls out something from his pocket; a small, velvet box.

Peter tries his best not to shake the camera in his hands. He already knew that this was going to happen— hell, he had planned it with Happy himself, but the happiness and excitement bubbles in his stomach and rushes through every limb in his body as Happy gets down on one knee.

If it isn’t for the fact that his eyes are getting teary, he would’ve laughed at May’s shriek.

“Will you, May—“

Happy didn’t even get to finish his sentence.

“Yes!”

 Moi, j’suis fatigué de jouer au tough. (I’m tired of acting tough.) J’ai dans l’ventre une carrière de roches. (My stomach is full of rocks.)

 Peter stumbles into his bedroom through his window, chest-heaving as he takes off his homemade mask. He grits his teeth as he continues applying pressure onto the wound, closing his window with one of his legs.

He hears a stack of papers drop.

Peter quickly whips his head around.

Happy’s face, morphing into shock— then disbelief, then concern, then rage, greets him back.

“Is this what you’ve been doing, sneaking out all these years?” He asks Peter, gaze hard and almost deadly. 

Happy rarely gets angry.

“Yes,” Peter wheezes as he stands upright; his lungs screaming for more oxygen. He winces as he continues putting pressure on the wound on his left shoulder. “I know, I know— I’m sorry but I’m—“

Happy quickly notices his discomfort. He drops his disapproving parental act for a moment and goes on full mother hen mode. “What— what is it, kid? What happened?” He moves towards Peter’s side in less than a second and Peter let’s his tired and aching body fall onto him.

“Bullet grazed me,” were the only words that he had managed to spew out through the pain.

Happy inhales a breath. “Do you have a first aid kit in here somewhere?”

“Under— under my bed.” Peter groans as Happy slowly let’s him sit on the ground; pain pulsating in his arm.

Within seconds, Happy has a needle in his hand and Peter’s trying his best not to wince nor flinch every time the sharp metal goes through his skin.

There was a pause— and then;

“I think it’s time for you to meet him.”

Peter looks up at Happy, making eye contact. 

The man’s eyes are glassy.

“Who?”

Another pause. Happy lets out a sigh.

“Tony.”

Peter shakes his head. “Why?”

Happy breaks eye contact as he sets the medical instrument back down in the box.

“Because you need to know that you aren’t alone, kid.”

 Pis comme c’est ma fête le mois prochain, (And since it’s my birthday next month,) M’emmènerais-tu voir une game des Canadiens? (Will you take me to a game and lunch?)

 Meeting Tony Stark had been an experience, to say the least.

An experience that had ended with a brand new suit.

 As Happy drives back home, Peter’s body shakes with excitement.

 Once they’re both parked, Peter almost bursts open the car door— but Happy has locked it before he can even try.

“Happy?” Peter asks, an eyebrow raised. “Can you open the door?”

Happy’s hands fell from the steering wheel and onto his own lap.

“Listen, kid,” He starts, clearing his throat. “When I told Tony about you— I didn’t think that he would, you know—“ He waves his hand towards the metallic suitcase on Peter’s lap.

Peter, not a clue as to where the conversation is going, doesn’t respond.

“I just—“ Happy sighs. “You’re a smart kid. I have absolute faith in you and what you do.”

“I trust you, Peter…” Happy looks back at him, making eye contact. His voice wavers.

Peter swallows the lump in his throat. He ignores the familiar feeling of tears welling up in his eyes as Happy says one last thing;

“Just… be safe. Please.”

 Pis si personne entend pis que c’est juste une fois… (And if no one else hears, and it’s just once...)

 The wedding had been extravagant.

May had been wearing the white dress that his grandmother had worn; a family tradition, she had said.

Happy had worn his best suit.

Families and friends had attended. Joyful music had played.

A few of the Avengers had even showed up, wishing them both happiness.

As Peter clicks through the pictures that had been taken, a warm feeling blossoms in his chest upon seeing a specific one.

It’s a picture of him, May and Happy. The two adults were showing off their rings to the camera as both of their arms were wrapped around Peter’s shoulders, squeezing him into a one armed hug in between them both. All three of them had their lips curled up into the brightest smiles that they had ever had.

It’s his favourite.

 Voudrais-tu que j’t’appelle papa? (Would you want me to call you dad?)

Peter looks at the black packet in his hand.

He shakes his head and promptly throws it to the garbage can.

Peter then swings himself home, going through his window as always to get inside. Today had been an uneventful day.

As he takes off his suit, someone knocks on his door. “Hey kid, you free for a bit? We wanna show you something.” Happy calls out.

“Just a sec!” Peter replies, putting on a hoodie and pajama pants.

As soon as he’s done he walks to the living room, seeing May and Happy on the sofa with a pile of papers on the coffee table.

Peter quirks an eyebrow. “What? Is this some sort of test?”

“No, Pete,” May chuckles at him, shaking her head. She intertwines her arm with Happy’s. “Just… sit down, will you?”

Peter does as he’s told, sitting down onto the armchair adjacent to the sofa that Happy and May are both sitting in. “Well?” He asks as soon he plops down.

Happy clears his throat. “Well—“ He starts, placing a hand on top of May’s hand. “Your Aunt— that is, if you want to call her your aunt and not… I don’t know, your mo—“

Before Happy can even finish his sentence, Peter stands up. His eyes landing and focusing themselves on the papers.

There, written in big, bold letters are the words: ADOPTION FORM.

May, upon his sudden reaction, untangles her arm from Happy’s and instead places a hand on top of Peter’s. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Pete—“

Peter looks up at May, and this time, he lets the tears fall free.

Instantly, May’s arms are around him— and it didn’t take long before Happy’s own are around him too.

“Peter? Are you okay?” May fumbles with her words, unsure on how to address his sudden outburst. “We don’t have to—“

“No,” Peter replies as he lifts his head up from their arms. “I— I want to.”

Happy, still unsure, pipes up. “Are… are you sure, kid? I mean, I understand that maybe it’s a bit too fast—“

Peter just shakes his head. He’s sobbing, but his whole body is filled with joy and excitement and glee and he’s so sure that he wants this. 

“I am,” He says, as May and Happy wipe the tears off of his face.

“A hundred percent.” He smiles.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #229

“goddamn, need some help, ‘cuz my girlfriend’s in love with someone else.”

What would you consider to be the worst television channel out there? Idk. I don't watch TV. Are you currently sitting on your bed or some other place? Where? I'm lying in my bed. Have you ever had anyone drop off animals at your house? What kind? No. When was the last time you were somewhere that offered free Wi-Fi? Today/technically yesterday but w/e. My school offers it free, but the connection isn't strong. Do you know anyone who is on drugs? Are you personally on them? I mean, I know people with prescriptions of course. If you mean illicit drugs, yes. I don't take them. Name one interesting fact about yourself that people might not know about? Uhhhh I used to be a dancer. Do you ever have to write down a phone number to remember it, or not? Oh yeah, I don't even have my own phone number memorized. Who was the last person you talked to on an instant messaging service? Hm. Oh, Facebook says the friend of my sister whose wedding I shot. I did it like, two or three or so years ago and she wanted to know if I had the raw photos I took, and I'd literally JUST cleaned out my OneDrive a couple days ago, so they were deleted. Talk about bad timing. What color are your curtains? Are you satisfied with this color? Maroon. Yeah. Does your phone have texting? How many times a day do you text, estimate? Yeah, and I don't have a clue. Sara and I generally text all throughout the day. When was the last time you were stung by a bee? What kind was it? Uhhh over a year ago or something. Was the only time. It was just a bumblebee. Do you know anyone personally who had their house burn down before? Yes. Do you think the media can further manipulate our teenagers anymore? Ohhhh, I'm sure it could get even worse. Who would you consider to be your favorite American Idol on the show? I've watched so little of that show. Do you know anyone who has their septum pierced? Does it look painful? I know two, off the top of my head. And I mean, a piercing is a needle shoved into your skin. It's obviously painful to a degree. I'd imagine the septum to be more painful than a lot considering the thick cartilage. Has anyone ever complimented you on your singing? Did you believe them? Yeah, and I dunno. I don't generally like my singing voice, but I think I sing some songs okay. Do you know someone who constantly tries to embarrass you on all occasions? Omg no, I could never handle someone like that with how poorly I handle embarrassment. Has anyone ever kissed you in the rain? Did it seem romantic at the time? Yeah, and I guess, only really because it's an "accepted" thing as romantic. Something you're taught young. What is one part on your body that hurts at this moment, if anything? Nothing, at the moment. What was the last song you listened to? Did you enjoy this song? This metal medley I adore of Shadow of the Colossus pieces is on rn. What is your heritage? Do you have a bunch of mixed heritages? German, Irish, and Polish. When was the last time you listened to a genre of you music you despise? I didn't really *listen* to it, but some ass was blaring his rap music in FYS today. Have you ever tried the cinnamon challenge? NO, do NOT. That shit is noooot a joke. People have died. Do you ever countdown to anything? Not really, at least not seriously. Who was the last person to visit your house besides family? A friend of mine and Mom's, Randy. My rat Mitsu apparently fell or something, and her teeth were knocked crooked, and they became grossly overgrown and had to be clipped. He works at a wildlife rehab clinic and is overall just real experienced with animals. It was so awful though, seeing her like that. He's coming over about once a month now to keep them clipped; he's quite sure she has... damn, what was it? Metabolic bone disease (very common in rats), I think, that will push her teeth to keep growing. I can't remember exactly what he said, but. Are you allowed to watch rated R movies? I'm... nearing 24, lmao. How many bedrooms are in your house? Two. Do you see more of your mom or dad’s side of the family more? Mom's. I see both very rarely since they live states away, but yeah, Mom's. I haven't seen anyone in Dad's fam since I was a little kid. Are there any tattoos that you really want to get? lol got a few hours to talk? Do you really believe that everyone has a soul mate? Definitely not. You are compatible with sooooo many people. Do alligators scare you? I mean I wouldn't walk in front of one or anything, but as animals themselves, no. I think they're cool as fuck. Dinosaurs, man. Do you have abs? *ugly wheezing laughter* Have you ever been in detention? Twice I think, but only for too many tardies arriving at school. Do you believe in vampires? Uh no. Can you play the guitar? Not anymore. Have you ever kissed someone while they were dating someone else? Wow, no. Do you like hot dogs? Sadly. Are glasses a turn on or turn off for you? I don't care. Do you have a hot tub? Darling we poor. Would you ever try one of those dating websites? I like to pretend that one time NEVER fucking happened. I very much doubt I would again. Do you like to be tickled? Ew no don't. When’s the last time you flew a kite? Not since I was little. Do you ever take a bath and eat food at the same time? ... Does anyone do that?? Do you hate long surveys? No, I prefer them. I just do them over time. Gives me something to do... and I also don't spam where I share them. Do you like the taste of blood? UM no. Has anyone ever given you flowers? Yeah. When was the last time you swam in a lake? Wowie, I couldn't possibly guess. Who was the first friend you made in Junior High? That's a good question. Maybe Hannia? If you could learn any language, what would it be? GERMAN. I wanna be fluent. When was the last time someone asked you your age? Uhhh idk. Have you ever been on a train? No. Has anyone ever tried to physically fight you? No, but one girl literally told me she almost punched me. I used to hate her more than anyone in the world because she's Jason's ex and really hurt him, and yet now we're friends, lmao. Oh, how things can change. When was the last time you were angry? Last night because my headache wouldn't fuck off. What’s your worst subject in school? Math. I'm failing like, badly. What’s your favorite genre of music? Metal. Have you ever been called too skinny? OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. Do you prefer analog or digital clocks? Analog clocks are way more aesthetically pleasing, but digital are more convenient. Do you have any stickers decorating your computer? Bruh I have tape, get on my fckng level. Tell me about the last nightmare you remember having. It was about seeing my grandma, who's really beginning to suffer from her chemo. What snacks do you usually get at the cinemas? Popcorn and a drink, then rarely a candy. Usually Sour Patch Kids. What scent is the deodorant you use? That's. A good question. I haven't payed attention. What did you last receive in the mail? The book Sara sent me. What is your favorite kind of fruit? Strawberries. How far away do you live from your place of birth? Like... 10-ish minutes? Have you ever been in a police car? Only when being transferred from the ER to psyche hospitals. How do you mark through your word search puzzles? I draw a line through them. Or circle them. Depends on the font and size, really. Have you ever sewn something? Idk how to sew. Name a CD you have or one you would like to have. Ha ha, the very first CD I personally bought was the "You're Awful, I Love You" album by Ludo. When I knew like, only three songs, ahaha. Have you ever watched an episode of Barney? I loved him as a kid, so, y'know. Can you name more than five U.S. presidents? Yeah, but I definitely don't know a lot. Are any of your neighbors’ yards in desperate need of a grass cutting? No. Do you still have your tonsils? Yessir. What does your mother’s wallet look like? What about your dad’s? Idk. I don't pay attention to Mom's and I very rarely see Dad. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom and one of my school advisors. And people who walked into the library. Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again? He may still want to be, idk. It doesn't matter though. Does your ex hate you? The only ex I have that I think might is Jason. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can talk to? Girt. Does anyone call you babe? Sara sometimes. Is your school’s mascot an animal? Yes. All my schools' were, lol. What would happen if you were stuck in an elevator with the person you’ve fallen the hardest for? I don't want to imagine it. Do you think that hair extensions and colored contacts make a person fake? Oh my god. Where do your hands go during kissing? I mean that. Depends. Generally just around a person's sides. Conservative or liberal? I'm such a mix. Do you have unlimited texting? Ye. Were you ever in the spelling bee? Never been a part of one. Do you dress suggestively? No. A very explicit song you’ve listened to recently? Ahaha, "Love Rhymes With Fuck You" by Jeffree Star is on right now and it is. Intense. When did you last see someone you know in public? Errrrr good question. Do you think you’d survive if zombies took over the world? Hell no. If you were to write a novel, what would it be about? The meerkat RP I've done since I was 10. My friends and I have made novels upon novels worth of stories. Are you currently pretending to be someone’s friend? No. Are you an impatient person? YEP!!!!!!!!! Are you afraid to watch movies that have sex scenes with your friends? Friends, no. It's awkward with family, though. Who sings the last song you listened to? Jeffree Star. Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes? No, other than being a blind mfkr. Have you ever watched South Park? Who’s your favorite character? Yes. Don't have one as I don't really care for it. Do you have sensitive teeth? Yes. Does it bother you to get shots in the mouth? Does it hurt? Nah. And I mean at the dentist they numb you, so not really. When did you last talk seriously with one of your parents? I have no clue. Does anyone ever say they miss you often? Sara. I mean we talk all the time, but she means like, physically being there. Would you rather become a wizard or a vampire, if you had the choice? Idk. I like vampires more, but a wizard sounds funner. Have you already moved out of your parents’ house? I've talked about the apartment situation enough. Are your parents divorced, married or separated? Divorced. Have you ever thought you might just have obsessive compulsive disorder? I'm diagnosed with it. Do you think it’s rude to text someone else while on a date? YEAH. What is the funniest movie you’ve ever seen? White Chicks never fails to get me. Has one of your websites ever quit operating or shut down? Were you sad? Recently the site I used to upload large .gifs I needed to use online shut down & I'm still mega tilted. There's probably others. Who is the person you talk to the most in your house? I only live with my mom. Is there a television show out there that you never miss? No. What movie have you seen too many times to be healthy? Ha ha, The Lion King I & 2 and Finding Nemo. What is your biggest responsibility in your household? Take care of my pets. How cold did it get where you live, last winter? Idr. Very, for NC anyway. Do you ever wonder what your exes are doing? I only ever wonder about Jason. Have you ever been caught in a huge lie with your parents? Never told a biggie lie to 'em. Ever ride in a limo? When did you last do so? No. Are you sober at the time being? Yeah. Have you ever lied to someone & said they could sing when they couldn’t? Possibly? Are you more tolerant of hot or cold weather? Describe a time when you were extremely cold? Describe a time when you were extremely over-heated? I handle the cold far, FAR better. I physically cannot last very long in like, even 80 degrees. The coldest I've probably ever been was when Sara and I were walking once up at her house and it was really windy. I think the absolute most over-heated I've been was when I was taking bridal shots of my sister's friend outside in the summer for a long long time. I was nearly to the point of tears and was absolutely soaked in sweat. When we got back in the car, I literally finished at least three water bottles in a very short period of time. I think I even downed half of another. What was something weird that you did as a child? Did anyone make fun of you for it? Were there any other children you knew who did the same thing? I actually created this trend in elementary school of digging tunnels in the sandbox with my hands because I wanted to feel like a meerkat, lol. No one made fun of me, I think? And as stated it kinda became a thing, so yeah, there were others. What has been the hardest thing about growing up? What was the easiest thing about it? Was there ever a time when you wanted to stay young forever? Was there ever a time when you wished that you could be older? Accepting my mental illnesses was by far the hardest. Easiest, uh... idk. Enjoying more freedom? There was definitely a time I wanted to be a kid forever; I remember I criiiied when I got my period for the first time because I didn't feel like one anymore. Simultaneously, there were certainly times I wanted to be older. Who was the last person you yelled at? Do you often yell at this person? Are you on good terms with them again, or are you still upset with them? I practically roared at Mom for pulling the rudest shit on me like a month or so back. I definitely don't yell at her a lot. We're on good terms now, yeah. If you work, do you get along with your coworkers? Which one of them have you known the longest? Is your current place of work somewhere that you plan to stay for a long time? Sadly no, so these questions are N/A. Name three items that have much sentimental value to you. Who gave you these items, and for what occasion? Do you ever have a harder time throwing away things that people have given you? My pebble from Holly Hill, my childhood plush moose Brownie that I got in Ohio, and the stuffed meerkat Jason gave me. It's not really because of it being from him, but rather because it comforted me deeply after the break-up. The little guy is so worn from all the love I gave it. I do have a hard time getting rid of things people give me. Who do you speak with more often: your online friends, or those that you see face-to-face? Of which type of friend do you have more? Which of those friendships do you value the most? Online to all three questions. Are you often misunderstood, or do you think that people can get where you are coming from pretty well? Do you think that you have a good ability to understand others? If yes, explain? Eh, idk, really. I feel like I don't communicate how I feel well enough, but I think people understand me decently. Most, anyway. I know I'm pretty good and relating to people. When was the last time that you had a headache? What did you do, if anything, to help it feel better? Which is worse for you: headaches or stomach aches? As previously mentioned, last night. I took medicine, but it was sleep that actually helped. AND I CANNOT DEAL WITH STOMACH ACHES. Gimme a headache over that shit any day. Have you ever had a crush on someone you met online? If yes, what happened between you and that person? Do you think that online relationships are legitimate relationships? Yes, and we're dating now lol. And of course I do!! Out of all of your past friendships and romantic relationships, which one was the worst? If that person were to show up at your place, would you be willing to talk to them? Friendship: Colleen. No, I wouldn't talk to her. Romantic: Tyler, but I mean sure, I'd talk to him. Well, Jason was the traumatic one, but the *relationship*, on my end, was a fairytale. It was the breakup that was... yeah, y'all know. Yeah, I'd be willing to talk to him, but quite honestly I'd probably end up collapsing into a sobbing heap because yeah PTSD. If any, how many friends have you made in the past year? How many have you lost? Is making friends something at which you are good, or does it take you awhile to form friendships? I've made a couple friends online, and I lost none, I think anyway. I can be someone's friend very easily, but it's the trust that really takes a while. If you are 18 or older, did reaching your 18th birthday make you feel like you were an adult? If not, what moment (or moments) made you feel like you were finally maturing? I don't remember, honestly. As a kid, did your parents force you to eat everything on your plate? If you had them, how did you feel about family meal times? If you were to have children, would you have structured meals with them? Well, Mom tried, but my picky ass usually won, lol. Some days I miss family dinners, other days I'm glad to do my own thing. If I were to have kids, I'd probably want to have family dinners, really. What was the last new thing that you tried? What is something you did a long time ago that you might like to do again? I don't know. I don't try new things often. From my past... I dunno. It's too late to think of all this stuff. What is your least favorite part about going to the doctor? What about going to the dentist? Which of those people would you rather see? THE GODDAMN WAIT. My dentist is usually pretty quick, so that's not typically a problem there. Instead, I fucking hate when I have to get x-rays done because I have a very small mouth, and the things they stick in your cheeks to bite down on are always way too big for me. I have to use a size down from adults. Do you ever take care of anyone younger than you (ie. babysitting, watching a younger sibling, etc)? Do you like doing this, or does it get to be a hassle? No, and hell no.

[jacqthehermit]

Why Do I Ship BoruSara

WARNING: Pro-BoruSara, if you are an anti/hater and you still read this then don’t blame me if you get triggered. I already warned you, not my fault. Learn to stay in your lane, mofos.

Agree or disagree, this is my opinion IDGAF

First of all I want to say sorry anon. I know you’ve been like “WTH Jacq! I’ve seen you online and posting some shit why the fuck are you not answering my question!?!” I know okay? I’m sorry.

The reason why I keep on delaying my answer to this is because I cannot decide whether I’m gonna answer this short or if I’m gonna make a detailed blog about it. Finally, after contemplating for days, I decided to just make it short. I think if I make a detailed blog, it will be long as fuck and never ending since I love the ship so much lmao. No one reads my long ass boring af blogs and try hard short stories anyway (which I make to accompany my drawings sometimes) FeelsBadMan

So what made me ship BoruSara in the first place? I think my answer can be found in most of my previous blogs about them and I will say it again here. The reason I started shipping BoruSara is because I wanted a different approach in romance in the story.

The main ships in first gen was basically: Girl finds the boy cool, falls for him and girl saved by the boy, eventually develops deeper feelings for him. I know they were puppy love at first which grew into real love at the end. I mean I ain’t complaining about that especially my first OTP was one of them, SS. It’s just that I want to move on with this kind of romantic development. We’re in the next generation now! Time for something new!!!

That’s why when I first saw Boruto and Sarada in Chapter 700, I fell in love and shipped them right away. The chemistry was so overflowing I just can’t. I know antis and haters are just blind to see that or just in denial lmao. 

“Why Boruto?! You shipped SS in the first gen. Sasuke was the stoic, mysterious, silent, bad boy type. Boruto is the opposite!!! You should’ve ship Sarada with someone else!!! Our princess doesn’t deserve this annoying loud piece of shit” 

Yes I like those type of anime guys but sometimes I also like those loud, aggressive and playful ones. Like when I read shoujo mangas before, sometimes I’m all in for the jerk male lead but there will also be times when I fall for the second male lead who is a nice guy. Same goes for here. Again, we’re in the next gen, time for change mofos!

What I also like about him is that he aint some dumb shit. Boruto is smart, he studies well (thanks to his mother) and he is a prodigy. Yeah he was rebellious at first but after the Momoshiki fight, he stopped being a whiny bitch about his dad which I really appreciate a lot. I mean he was just a kid and his dad rarely goes home what do you fucking expect? He’ll understand right away? Even in real life we all know how kids act rebelliously and go emotional whenever they don’t receive enough attention from their parents so I don’t get why people can’t understand that? I mean are we all living in the same planet or what seriously.

The hate about Boruto being super strong and a prodigy is weird as well. First he is the fucking protagonist whether you or I like it or not. Of course he will be the OP one just like in other shounen anime/manga. Second, Boruto is the fucking son of Naruto and Hinata, nephew of Neji, grand son of Minato and Kushina. WHAT DO YOU FUCKING EXPECT FROM THEIR GENES?! WHY ON EARTH WILL THEY PRODUCE A WEAKLING!?! OF COURSE HE’S GONNA BE FUCKING OP. It’s not like it’s Boruto’s fault that he came from a super strong family. He is born this way smh.

“Why Sarada?! She’s mean to Boruto!!! She doesn’t care about him! She hurts him! She only cares about being hokage! Boruto deserves better than this arrogant bitch!!!”

I don’t really get this “Sarada is mean to Boruto”. As far as I know, she’s always concern about him. Even from the beginning when Boruto was fighting with Iwabe, it was clear that she was worried, Chou Chou even noticed it. Whenever Boruto gets hurt, Sarada is always the one tending his wounds (ex: during their Mist village field trip and during their first mission as team 7 where she pulled the bandages tighter because she knew Boruto was lying that he was not hurt.) 

Sarada always checks on Boruto, not only because she doesn’t want their team to encounter some trouble but because she doesn’t want Boruto to do something reckless (remember when she nominated him as class field trip leader so she can keep an eye on him). If she’s fucking mean to him and doesn’t give a shit about him, I don’t think she will give a damn to do these things. If this is what being mean is to you then I don’t know what kind of comprehension you guys have lmao.

Alright about Sarada’s words and action towards Boruto. Sarada scolds Boruto obviously because we all know that Boruto is hard headed (still we also know that even if she scolds him or whoever it is, he will still go on his way just like his dad lol) And it’s not like she’s insulting him or saying hurtful words. Most of the time they’re just arguing and I don’t think there is something wrong with that. It’s normal to argue specially when your ideas clash with each other.

How about when she hits Boruto? I don’t know but in real life when we play fight or tease with our friends, we tend to punch or slap each other. BUT of course not as hard as shown in anime because bruh of course in anime it will be super exaggerated for the comedy. Same when for example our friend is about to do something stupid or has done something wrong, sometimes we be like “Bruh why you did that!” then we hit them on the head (again not as hard as shown in the anime cuz we irl) Therefore I just think it’s nothing serious.

Don’t start me with “No Sarada is violent with Boruto!!” Again, this is anime, and that “hitting” is just part of the comedy. If you still gonna go with this stupid reason then what about Temari? She hits both of Shikamaru and Shikadai even with her fucking weapon. Does she SERIOUSLY wanted to hurt or kill them? Of course not, why would she do that to his husband and child. This is all just fucking exaggeration to show how pissed the character is. All animes/mangas do this ffs. 

“Pfft! But if BoruSara go canon it’ll be so cliche!”

You wanna know what’s more cliche? The fucking male protagonist of the shounen manga/anime falls for that female character who is

Usually weak at the beginning, then will just grow stronger at the end.

The ideal type for most men: The girly girl, shy type with big tits. If you act rough, or you’re boyish with a flat chest, you’re out.

In love with him or already has feelings for him right from the start because he is the coolest guy she ever met or she regards him as her hero.

Sounds familiar? Sounds like Na-ru-to *cough* Fai-ry-Ta-il *cough* Ble-ach *cough* <insert other shounen anime/manga with same shit> 

Hold up your horses! Before you flame and send me hate, I just want to be fucking clear. I am not saying that this kind of romance structure in shounen anime/manga is wrong. I understand that shounen animes/mangas target the male audience that’s why anime/manga creators tend to choose this path most of the time. If you guys like it too that way (in every shounen) it’s fine, we’re cool. It’s just that for me, it gets boring once in a while. Also I am not hating on this type of characters. That’s how the author/creator wanted them to be, I can’t do anything about it.

Why can’t the male protagonist of the shounen manga/anime fall for the female character who is:

Already strong right from the beginning. I don’t get why their female love interests have to be this meek character at the beginning who usually will encounter some kind of trouble where the male lead will save her then only from that time she will realize or be inspired that she needs to be strong to not burden the male lead.

Bold, brave and has a strong personality. I am not saying she has to be necessarily boyish. What I am trying to say is that why is the love interest would always be that shy and timid type? Can’t it be the confident type this time? The one who can fight for herself and what she believes in. The one who is tough, can be rough sometimes but still ladylike all throughout.

Worthy to be called as his rival, on par on his skills and strength. Damsel in distress is so old fashioned! Princess being saved by a prince is nice but come on guys, ain’t it cooler to have a princess who can also fight beside you right from the start?!?!

These are the reasons why I ship BoruSara and why I want them to happen, they just complement each other so perfectly. In addition, I am also a huge sucker for rivals turned into lovers type of love story. I strongly believe that it is waaaaaaaaay better than the plain old love at first sight and boy saves girl shit.

 “B-but BoruSara won’t go canon because of this and that...”

I already made a blog about that. You guys can read it here if you haven’t yet.

There you go anon! I hope I was able to answer you. And yes this is the shortest that I can make it. I can still make it longer to be honest lol.

Later guys! I still got a drawing to finish.

Jacq out!  (*ゝω・)ﾉ

[sigurdjarlson]

Bored so have some headcanons about Ladelia who tends to get less attention from me and it’s a shame

Ladelia is terrified of spiders but the two spiders Diily has as pets (very, very large spiders) absolutely adore her and it scares the shit out of her, especially cuz one likes to crawl into her bed at night

She favors fire then arcane and Frost is her weakest spec

Her crush on Jaina is still alive and well and it will only get worse I’m sure when she sees her again

She snorts when she laughs really hard

She displayed magical talent from a very young age it was chaos until her father taught her how to control it

Allueneth (her father) had no interest in using his own magic...until Ladelia was born and he realized she would have to be able to control it and then she wanted to learn more and he sucked it up for her and taught her what he could

Ladelia was very shy and skittish as a child now she’s far more confident and outgoing I mean I would be too if I could incinerate people with a mere flick of my hand

She’s much more outwardly emotional than her sisters who both internalize their emotions

She’s a lesbian while her sisters are both bi

She’s never had a girlfriend or had her first kiss Yes that means she’s a virgin

Neither Diily or Alaluria are virgins

She gets a crush on ladies she meets very easily but her biggest crush so far is Jaina

I guess this family has a thing for silver haired mages with issues

Jaina has no clue and probably won’t ever find out

She’s more outwardly peppy and bubbly then her sisters and absolutely would be the one to burst into song on a long trip (im for some reason thinking of koda from brother bear “tell everybody I’m on my wayyy”)

Loves to prank and mess with both her sisters but especially Alaluria because she gets so pissed

Can talk a mile a minute and gets super excited

Loves Khadgar like a big bro

Also loves illidan like a big bro much to Diily’s dismay and Alaluria’s delight, Ladelia just figures Alaluria loves him so she should too even if he’s..unpleasant

Prone to pouting when mad or angry crying

Will shamelessly run to her sisters for protection if she’s outmatched I mean hey she would rather swallow her pride than die lmao fuck that

Her mount Morningflower is Brighthearts cub just like Shadowclaw and Wildheart are. But from different litters (fitting for the three sisters to have well, three sabers that are sisters too)

Endless thirst for learning and loves pestering Khadgar about stuff which is fair because he can learn from her too, she has been alive a lot longer than he has

Inexplicably does not like Kalec but no one knows why except her sisters

Goofball and it turns her sisters into goofballs too, even Alaluria

Happy exterior hides deep rooted trauma and inferiority complex

Doesn’t remember much of the day her parents died, Diily privately thinks it’s a reaction to trauma, she was so young and just couldn’t handle it,

Diily and Alaluria however remember everything. Diily being the oldest remembers everything the most vividly

Loves battle, and makes a show of it, she loves to impress

Her and Alaluria have their mother’s hair color (blue) while Diily has her father’s (purple)

She’s a bit naive, she’s the night elf equivalent to a human in their early 20’s, by night elf standards she’s actually quite young

Loves to eat and can eat..a lot. She’s also chubby even though her in game model can’t show that /grumble

Is actually a very good cook but just conjures food is in need of a quick snack.

Loves Pandaria, good food, peaceful folk, lots of alcohol, beautiful land..what’s not to love?

Probably the one with the strongest faith out of the three, Diily being second and Alaluria third

Was an absolute wreck when Khadgar killed Diily making the legendary ring, honestly Khadgar doesn’t know how close to being incinerated he was asldkfkff

Being granted the title Archmage is something she holds very close to her heart and feels extremely proud about

Was deeply troubled by withered, she never wants to end up so addicted to magic like that..or like other magic addicted elves

Very ambitious and has to be brought back down to earth I mean Azeroth sometimes

Beserk button is hurting Diily or Alaluria, I think it’s safe to assume hurting the others is the biggest beserk button for all three

She’s deeply empathetic, feels deeply and it shows, she wears her heart on her sleeve

Very good with kids and wants them in the future, she’d love to adopt. She visits the Stormwind orphanage when they go there sometimes and gives them treats and hangs out (she’s an orphan too after all)

She’d adopt a child of any race including horde races

Despite being quite needy with her sisters she’s actually not the jealous one, it’s Alaluria who doesn’t like sharing her sisters with anyone. Ladelia is more apt to just be like !!! Have fun!!! Love u!!!

if they’re on the road (they usually are) she’ll always sleep right beside Diily where she feels safest, however! She feels safest when Alaluria is on her other side too (putting her in the middle) and Brightheart, Wildheart, Shadowclaw and Morningflower are curled up with them

Absolutely saved their lives in their childhood a lot without knowing because she was able to start a fire with magic when Diily or Alaluria couldn’t get one going manually (for warmth, boiling water, cooking food, etc)

V Cuddly and physically affectionate.

Diily had to tackle her out of the way of harm once on the first attack on the Broken shore because she was too busy staring at Jaina in awe (reminds me of that one text post lmao “get up you useless lesbian!!”)

Can communicate with both her sisters without saying a word not through telepathy or anything like that..they just know each other that well, have their own signals, etc

Wants to be an aunt so badly and knows Alaluria is never gonna have kids so it’s lol on Diily! (She’d never actually pressure her she’s just playing if she says shit like that and Diily knows it. she still would love to be an aunt tho and she’d be an amazing one)

Joked about Illidan and Alaluria having kids and while Alaluria tried to beat her ass (playful sibling fighting not actually to hurt her) Diily just sat there looking like her soul was leaving her body because of the mere thought of Alaluria having illidan’s child

Apologized to illidan for killing him that one time and he was just like “..uh...okay”

Made Hrolf lose his shit laughing mid battle with gul’dan because she called out “Gul’daddy is coming your way, big guy”

The first thing Diily did then is glance at Khadgar very quickly and he looked like he was about to have a stroke (how dare u make him hear that)

She likes to joke around obviously. It keeps everyone’s spirits high. She can be serious if need be though.

Diily, Alaluria and Ladelia banter while in battle constantly. It’s just what they do. Sometimes you just gotta roast your sister real quick even while fighting...or just make some bad jokes. “wow Ladelia you’re on fire tonight” “shut the fuck up, Diily”

Both her and Diily have picked up cursing in common after so many years fighting by humans and other races (example 1 above) Alaluria is picking it up now too from them and is quite...ah creative with it

Inside jokes galore with the three of them and it’s probably annoying to everyone else around them lmao

Ladelia takes the most pride and enjoyment in making her armor sets awesome (transmogging and shit) it’s fashion bitch

Would be the 1st person to quote a meme

Is super jealous that Khadgar and Medivh can turn into a bird and she can’t

She does love her violet magic bird mount she got from the Kirin Tor after defeating Argus the Unmaker though :’)

Had an absolute blast in Karazhan..both times around!

Leaned over to Diily and whispered “they fucked” when Medivh and Khadgar were talking and Diily was just like “Well obviously”

If she wasn’t gay she’d probably be into Med honestly but she’s gay af so she just thinks he’s neat (*insert potato meme here but Medivh is the potato*) she likes his style.

Has trouble being quiet when she needs to be because she talks so much and gets excited and must comment.

The commentary from the whole group of my ally ocs during events in game honestly could be a fic in itself. They’re idiots and I love them

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Hogwarts! Hoshi

Anon requested: “Hi! can i request a Hogwarts Hoshi please? thank you so much💓💓💓” and “Heyyy! i really love your Hogwarts!Au and i was wondering if you could do a Hoshi!Hogwarts AU???? thanks in advanceeee”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1570

honestly people don't really know if he's Hufflepuff or not 

like somethings yeah, and other times no...

like what Hufflepuff disco dances on the chairs at lunch 

people really only have two thoughts about him 

"sheesh people are trying to eat here" 

"lmao that Soonyoung guy is really funny" 

walking around the school, he'll be really playful 

and seemingly not serious about anything at all 

but you've never seen him in class or working 

paying attention most of the time 

if he's not, he's probably goofing off with someone 

or trying to sneak in food and pass it around 

freaks out when he doesn't have all the notes 

and goes beg someone wonwoo for them 

but seriously studies so hard for exams 

because he's muggleborn 

and pretty open about it 

all about proving everyone wrong, that muggleborns can succeed too 

and gets really angry when some people bully others about it, or just any bullying in general actually 

he used to stand back, because he was scared to go up 

but one day in second year, he gained confidence and just exploded 

"you're not even HALF the person he is" 

ever since then no one bullies anyone while he's around unless you wanna face his wrath 

and 12 others 

Hufflepuff's cheeriest beater 

hits the flying balls with a smile on his face 

still hella competitive though

if anyone can pull off being serious but bright it's Kwon Soonyoung 

doing tricks on his broom whenever they win

with the announcer Seungkwan screaming in the background 

"YEAHHHH HUFFLEPUFF IS THE BEST!!! LOOK AT OUR BEATER HOSHI GO!!! GO HOSHI HYUNG!!" 

best subjects are Charms and Astronomy 

in his first year, they had to learn 'incendio' 

a spell to create fire 

waved his wand around and said the word once and all of a sudden the desk was on fire

screamed his head off 

"FIRE FIRE FIIRREEEEEE" 

he was like okay Charms isn't my thing 

a week later Jihoon was like 

"??? it means you're good at it, just learn how to have some control"

shows off to to all the new first years at dinner annually 

it's basically a tradition now to have Soonyoung light the tip of his wand on fire and creating smores for everyone 

and consecutively getting detention 

in third year, he got this brilliant idea after he had got a high grade in astronomy 

"HEYYYY YOU SHOULD START CALLING ME HOSHI CUZ IT MEANS STAR" 

for a while everyone was looking at him like wtf 

but he legit said it like 17 times a day though 

so they gave in 

somehow, it became understood you only call him Soonyoung if you were close 

or a teacher 

you're a Gryffindor meaning you have Herbology with Hufflepuff 

you stand right across from him 

so whenever he makes a mistake and looks up in embarrassment to check if anyone saw 

you normally catch his eyes and offer an eye smile then put one finger over your mouth 

making him giggle loudly the first time 

"are bowtruckles funny to you Soonyoung?" 

Hoshi's kinda notorious for ruining plants 

so you guys have these exchanges often 

but really the only things he's good at is creating fire when needed, 

the only reason why he's passing 

you guys have had this 'inside joke' going on for about two years now, being in fourth year currently 

you both don't really talk much outside of class besides the 'hey what's up' in the hallways 

but on this day he musters up the courage to walk up next to you

"heyyy y/n" 

looking away from your friend, you grin, "heyyy" 

glancing back at your friend, she wiggles her eye brows and leaves winking 

yeah you pray Hoshi didn't catch that 

walking together, talking and making jokes, you eventually get to your class

"this is me, bye Hoshi~" you wave and walk into the classroom

"byee~" he calls happily before turning around and sighing 

not before being pulled to the side by Jun though 

"I see you there, make a move" Jun smirks 

Hoshi simply groans, ”she called me Hoshi though, i'm basically being friendzoned!!!" 

"but you never told her to call you Soonyoung!!! you have to tell her!" 

"what if she thinks i'm weird!" 

it's known between their group of friends Hoshi has a major crush on you 

"you can do it okay!" Jun cheers before walking into the class also 

and although Soonyoung didn't show it, he was lowkey stressed for the rest of the week 

because how was he supposed know how you felt about him 

ooohhh but Jun knew but the sly fella wasn't gonna tell Hoshi anything, gotta learn himself 

that doesn't stop Jun from walking up to you in the common room one night 

"y/n!!!" 

you look up from your essay and give him a look, "what?" 

you unwillingly let him slide into the couch you're sitting on 

"sooooo about Soonyoungie" 

you don't show a reaction even though you're freakin out on the inside 

"Hoshi? what about him?" 

"next time we go to hogsmeade, i'll come over to you with Soonyoung and listen to me, MAKE A MOVE!!" 

"uhhh" you say speechless, you eyes wavering, "are you trying to break my heart?!?!" 

it's obvious to you by now, Jun knows you have a crush on Hoshi 

well seems like he's tryna put Hoshi im a position he doesn't want to be in

"what NO never!! i'm telling, you. unleash your Gryffindor!" 

you roll you eyes at him, "don't you have better things to do, i'm trying to finish this essay that's due tomorrow" 

he simply smiles before leaving, and of course excessively whispers "Hogsmeade" 

yeah well that time came 

with Jun's girlfriend dragging you to Hogsmeade and very obviously making the two of you sit in a specific four seater booth 

with her sitting across from you 

you stare at your friend, "Does Jun think he's a master at love now that he's got you?" 

you can tell you friend gets a tiny bit flustered, "ah what are you talking about?" 

"mhmm" you nod sarcastically, "well i'm getting a butterbeer" 

she shakes her head, "NO" 

"ooka-" 

"HI BABE" Jun suddenly comes over saying a little too loud, sliding into the booth next to her, "heyyy Y/N" 

this of course only gives Hoshi the option of sitting next to you 

you smile nervously, "hey Hoshi" 

"a-ah, hey y/n" he flashes the most adorable grin ever 

"sooo where's the butterbeers at? excuse me can i get two butterbeers?"

he calls someone over then gives Soonyoung a smirk 

"can i get two butterbeers too?" Hoshi calls also 

'okay??? like am I just supposed to assume he's buying one for me?? or maybe he's just thristy??' you think 

"I-" you start 

"I got you don't worry," he says with a smile, cutting you off 

you laugh sheepishly, "ah you don't have to, i'll pay" 

he shakes his head, the corners of his mouth twitching up 

at this time the butterbeer arrives

Hoshi reaches in his pocket and quickly hands them to the waitress who's already walking away  

"i can pay you back" you blurt looking into his eyes 

"it's no big deal, here drink" he hands you the drink 

his eyes are the cutest when he smiles 

"well okay we're gonna go do couple stuff so i hope you guys do too" Jun leaves you and Hoshi with that statement, taking his girlfriend and your friend with him 

you whip you head back at Hoshi who's already looking at you 

it seems like the both of you just decide to ignore jun's words 

with blush tinted faces 

"soo Hoshi-" 

"just call me Soonyoung" if possible the redness in his ears is more noticeable 

"a-ah okay, wow I'm getting cut off a lot today" you joke 

"my bad" he chuckles

the both of you sit there making jokes as you finish the butterbeer 

he stays sitting next to you and doesnt move across from you 

it might have looked uncomfortable to others but you were okay with it 

completely okay 

"let's go look around!" he suggests excitedly 

when you both were walking down the streets, his elbow grazed yours 

you wanted to hold his hand so badly 

well he wanted to hold you so so much too 

you guys end up looking at candy 

"i love the chocolate frogs" you say looking at a box 

"i'm trying to collect the cards" he laughs as if he's embarrassed 

"well if i get anyone important i'll give it too you" you nudge his arm smiling 

making his heart jump 

soon it's time to go back so the two of you ride the carriage together 

and as it's time to part ways, you don't want to leave 

not without something happening, what, you don't know 

"i had a great time," you say softly, wrapping your arms around him 

burying your head into his shoulders as you feel his arms wrap around you 

"let's hang out again, anywhere, the hogsmeade trip is too far" he says by your ear 

"i'll find you soon, soonyoung," you depart with a smile on your face, winking

"i hope you do," he laughs, showing off his brightest grin

"OOH SOONYOUNG GET. IT." 

you don't turn around at the sound one of Soonyoung's friends 

but you raise a hand to your mouth to muffle your giggle when hearing Soonyoung's pleads to stop the teasing

The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:

| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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