#despite the changes I'm just finding details that I forgot in the books that makes me more certain the show did not

[moghedien]

"They changed Nynaeve's block in the show and made her afraid of the One Power when she wasn't in the books!"

The Shadow Rising, Chapter 46: Veils, when Nynaeve is under compulsion by Moghedien and literally has no choice but to be completely honest:

[chocol4tte]

Greed!Hawks AU pt. 2

Note: I forgot about this until now that I read some dabihawks fics. Some things may have changed.

Greed didn't ask to join the LoV, he decided to become more of a friendly neutral "ally" with them. Even if he asked to join them, it was creepy not having anything from his origins, someone must know of this mutant man or something... but there is nothing. It's void.

He doesn't say mucha bout himself other than having a complicated background and one hell of a family, which I will later add in some HC.

In the meantime, Hawks is having two lives, as a hero with a sense of duty and happier persona, as well, as an ancient being named Greed, with more human-like emotions and someone being freer than he has even being in his most recent 20 years of life! He tries to get some information from the LoV, but he takes his sweet time as Greed as he builds their trust with them.

Thing that he gains when the LoV encounters the mafia woth Overhaul and just when things were going to get ugly and he attacks Magne, Greed is there to put himself as a barrier and while the quirk on him doesn't work at first glance he is more attacked until he is close to dying... but making sure that the LoV team got out of there safely.

He gets away from there in another direction and meets Eli, who is the first one who gets Eli out and supposedly leaves her in a safer place... which he couldn't accompany her since he was being chased out, but because of that, Eli meets Midoriya.

When Greed goes back to the main base in one piece, everyone, or almost everyone is glad to see him and try to patch him up... despite him being already healed. He appreciates the sentiment tho.

After that, they are closer to him and vice-versa.

He can see them now as more than villains, their motivations and ambitions, some not as noble as others, but as hurt people who is hating the world because the world hated them. He can relate to that as Greed back before he was the representation of the ambition of that old man, and how he wished to belong, only to be faced by the fact that he would never be human and accepting it.

When he thinks of the past which is a little more often, he misses his friends, even the little pea of Edward, and his soulmate and friend, Ling. He tried to find more information about his legacy and kingdom in old books, which ended up being one of the largest empires in China, he lived a long life before he succumbed to an illness... nothing much of him or even Edward or Amestris is documented, it haunts him, even if he denies it, he wishes to meet them... he would be satisfied by that.

The LoV notices that but don't know how to help him other than maybe distract him with some bs or something, since he still is a secretive fucker.

It's not until the LoV, after the attack woth Overhaul, that they meet one of the most dangerous people in the Chinese mafia, and it's none other than a young Ling, who scheduled a meeting Ina wah to analyze if the LoV was worth it.

Ling does meet Greed again, in the most tense place... the meeting. You see, Greed can become obnoxious when he is bored and wouldn't give a shit about manners (he would do as Hawks....when he is being watched) and casually enters the meeting room and when is about to be attacked by guns, everyone froze as Ling, the leader of the Chinese mafia and Greed murmur their names and Ling throws himself towards Greed in a ferocious bear hug, leaving everyone confused af.

Ling, after.crying of happiness of seeing his soulmate being alive and kicking he tears him.a new one about his last.sacrifice and how it broke him for years. In that rant, the league learns some incredulous things about Greed. (I'll add more details later)

That's all I can give for now, I'll write more.tomorrow... it's too late and I'm half asleep.rn

[little-ature]

random talks: books

Gue baru sadar bahwa faktor terbesar gue kesulitan menulis akhir-akhir ini adalah karena gue semakin jarang baca buku atau baca bacaan yang cukup lengthy. I've been too comfortable with watching (short) videos which require less and lesser of my attention. Baca buku sekarang membutuhkan kesabaran lebih buat gue.. something I didn't know I would feel towards books.

As an attempt for me to practice writing, I will babble about books this time!

The Pageturner

I must say, I miss the excitement of trying to read pages after pages slowly, mindfully, because the book is too entertaining! The last time I felt that way was when I read Kevin Kwan's Crazy Rich Asians trilogy. I swear, the movie didn't do justice (at all) to how hilarious the book is! Kevin Kwan is such a genius writer, I'm certain nobody would dare say otherwise. There is something the way he writes that just makes the whole plot was much more enthralling. Baca Crazy Rich Asian mengingatkan gue pada novel-novel seri Hanafiahnya Sitta Karina, circa 2010-ish. She also captured the setting (and the specific product/series of the brands! lol) in detail, making the story more lively and easy to imagine. I remember her novels made my sisters and I went crazy about the characters (and the whole Hanafiah clan). Another pageturner book for me is The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Gue nonton filmnya duluan sih, dan gue cinta banget filmnya. It is undoubtledly one of my comfort movies. Gue selalu tertarik dengan premis yang berkaitan historical issue/era seperti racial segregation di US yang diangkat di film ini dan liberation from sex discrimination di film On the Basis of Sex. I bought the book in secondhand condition from e-commerce, in a perfect condition. By perfect, I mean the pages already turned yellow and has the particular dusty scent on it! I'm glad the book was well-loved by its previous owner. The plot in the book was more complicated than in the film (pastinya), dan jauh lebih bagus. Despite the controversies of Stockett's being bashed because writing a (so-called_ white-savior books, I think the book was brilliant. Gue gak melihat plotnya mendiskreditkan perjuangan people in color seperti yang dibilang sebagian orang. It's just a fiction afterall, and people can write anything they want. Speaking of pageturning books, gue juga baru inget kalau Seven Husband of Evelyn Hugo tuh BAGUS BANGET. SEBAGUS ITU, gue sampe sempet ngoceh panjang lebar di instagram story betapa gue bersyukur hidup di era ini karena sempet baca bukunya di hidup gue! Romance novel yang gak shallow at all. I swear if you haven't read it, you are missing a masterpiece in your life.

The First English Book

My first english fiction was Eleanor & Park. Oh boy how the novel changed my world and my youth! As someone who just turn into her adolescent phase, reading a romance novel with a relatable setting like Eleanor & Park offered me a beautiful experience. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as Rowell captured the small acts Park did to Eleanor in the bus and vice versa. I felt my cheek blushed and embarassed as I read the lonely-time-in-the-car scene. I felt hurt by the ending, the same feeling I got when I felt heartbroken in high school. I felt that love offers both comfort and hurt through reading this book while also experiencing it in real life occurs at the same time; and I will never forget that in my life.

The Ones I Don't Like

Gue baru sadar kalau gue gak enjoy baca self-help books. Some read fiction book to be inspired or to be guided. I read them for fun, and forgot about what it taught me quickly. I tried reading 101 Essays That Will Change the Way You Think and felt mesmerized on the first few chapters, but I found it kind of repetitive and boring afterwards. I read the tiktok & instagram famous Conversations of Love, but I don't find it enjoyabl or inspiring. I was captivated by The Intelligents Trap's review and synopsys, and I couldn't even finish the second chapter up until now. Kalo gue inget-inget, kayaknya non-fiction book yang gue pernah baca dan gue inget gue enjoy cuma The Personal MBA yang gue beli waktu punya slight ambition untuk switch career options (wakakaka) pasca lulus kuliah. For a business book, bukunya sangat mudah dimengerti dan easy to read. Why Men Love Bitches juga cukup seru. Tapi ya lagi lagi itu, gue baca bukunya for entertainment purposes only. So far ga ada non-fiction atau self-help books yang life-changing bagi gue atau yang bener-bener gue take notes untuk diimplementasikan di hidup gue.

The Edgy Reads

I saw Breast & Eggs everywhere and the premise seems quite groundbreaking. The cover was majestic and the first few pages were promising. I somehow got the impression that this is the book which cool & edgy people nowadays read, hence I bought it. The plot was quite 'everywhere' to me and very slow-paced. I had a hard time finishing it.. hehe. Untung covernya keren buat jadi pajangan di meja. Another edgy reads of mine are edgy magazines. I collect a few of old Architectural Digests which I found very inspiring and aesthetically pleasing to look at (but don't read), a few The Monocle(s), design anthology, and F magazine i just recently purchased from Kinokuniya in Takashimaya (by the way, it was the biggest Kinokuniya I've ever gone to!). Simple aja, gue suka banget liat foto-foto dan layout majalahnya. I don't exactly read them, but I'd like to keep them forever and keep collecting them.

The Ones I Like, but Not Really (for some reason)

Normal People by Sally Rooney was achingly beautiful! The story was captivating, it caught me hooked from the beginning to end. It brought the class issues, self worth, pure connection between two persons, it felt intimate and raw. It was beautiful and aching at the same time. However, what's the most aching to me is not Marianne's struggles or the ending, but how Rooney purposely write with no speech marks (!!!). I prefer the movie to the book itself. Indah... banget. The whole sequence was picturesque and dreamy, paired with beautiful scoring from Stephen Rennicks. The movie destroyed me. The chemistry between Daisy-Edgar Jones & Paul Mescal was so real, gue suka lupa kalau Marianne dan Connel di filmnya hanyalah build-up characters.. I even forgot that the movie was fictional!

The Push by Ashley Audrain. Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. Don't get me wrong, both are well-written dan bagus banget.. I just can't handle that much sadness and depressing vibes in a book. Still recommend you to read them though.

What else?

[acid-hydrangea]

“I”

There was a boy named Sig, who had many, many questions.

*Note: Sig uses he and they pronouns in this work interchangeably.

Sig awoke to the gentle, blue hues of his room flooding his vision. The quiet morning air tinged with the sounds of birdsong and the beaming of harsh sunlight. It was 5:32 AM. The Fever Bird month had just begun.

They hoisted themself out of bed and opened the window, breathing in the crisp morning air soaking in his surroundings, he’d neglected the rough, coarse sensation on--in--through? his shoulder... He moved to the other end of his room, and upon checking the mirror they discovered that the ‘totally not worrisome’ crimson growths had spread further, practically covering his whole left shoulder, almost touching his neck. The natural ringing in his ears felt louder than usual. He stared for a moment at his reflection, his thoughts clouding his mind like an intense thunderstorm. Eventually, he broke eye contact with his reflection and got dressed for the day. 

He donned his typical shirt with the rest of his usual clothes, he went on his way, considering wearing their turtleneck sweater more often, despite the spring-summer heat.

--

    Sig’s gaze was transfixed on the clouds moving across the clear sky, like a herd of lazy sheep. Their thoughts drifted in all sorts of directions, but he wasn’t able to attach any words to anything he felt... Not even one, this time. He looked down at his desk, Accord’s voice and the sound of chalk against the blackboard fading into white noise as they scratched one of his left claws upon the desk’s surface. 

...What… was happening to him? Why didn’t anyone ever bother to tell him? He’s not a little kid, he could handle whatever they told him. Did he do something that scared everyone? Ever since he transferred to this class, his arm and eye suddenly changed. People gave him weird stares, and tried to avoid him. When his caretaker Akuma found out, he tried every single spell and magic seal he could, to reverse the process. None of it worked. Every now and then, he tried again, rinse and repeat every so often. Fast-forward to the 'incident' nobody wants to talk about, involving bookworm. Fast-forward again to that blonde witch's potion... Ever since that, no... Even before that, he swore he was--

    His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the school bell signalling the end to another day.

“... And that wraps up our lessons for the day! Be sure to review your notes, and do your homework, everyone. I will be here for the next hour if you need help.” 

He just sat there, trying to think through his memories, to make sense of it. Most students dispersed, the sound of students’ papers rustling and bags being picked up off the floor slowly replaced the white noise in his head. Klug and Raffina probably left separately, Amitie rushed to Accord’s side for help with the homework, and Lidelle was off to do her observations on the moonsunflower this week. 

Sig remained in his seat, having wordless conversations with his little bug friends, instead. Asking them about their days, as he always did, mostly oblivious to the events of his own. He’d have been last to leave if Amitie and Lidelle weren’t there. He did things at his own pace typically, leaving whenever his bug friend did.

...Today was different, though. Something felt different. A gnawing feeling that used to feel trivial had grown over time. The deformations from his left arm had been spreading constantly, no amount of Akuma’s rites, treatments, or spells slowed it down. It’d been a year since that incident happened, and a few months later, something else... Two incidents, and no answers. All he had were questions that were shunned away with words like “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” or “We’ll take care of it, so don’t ask too many questions.” All he could do was believe them, because they had his best interest in mind, right...?

Akuma never provided actual answers when asked, only empty words of... What felt like false reassurance,“Don’t worry your young head about it”, while chanting mysterious incantations with paper, “We’ll heal you someday”, casting archaic-sounding spells, handing him multiple charms,

“Don’t think about what scares you, only think happy thoughts, kuma.”

Scary? Was something wrong with him in the first place? Something that felt like a part of him, ingrained in him since birth, treated as a curse and a disease once his hand and eye turned that shade of crimson? It got him in trouble so many times, in ways he had no control, something he was forced to be at the center of. Fate was drawing chaos towards him, like a violent vortex. Was he never supposed to think about ‘himself’ ever again? What could he even do about the world revolving so sporadically around him? 

The ladybug flew away, right out the window, to greener pastures.

--

    Eventually, Amitie left the classroom. She waved goodbye to Sig, seemingly getting the sense that he wasn’t in the mood to walk home together that day. She flashed him a worried smile, and then disappeared out the door. 

He wasn't feeling up to talking to his teacher in the first place, but... The nagging feeling wouldn't go away until he did. Sig stood up from the desk and walked over to Ms. Accord’s desk.

"Good afternoon, Sig. Do you need any help with what we learned today?"

"Something... else."

“Oh? What is it, is something troubling you?”

He... Didn't know how to ask, what to ask...? He was prepared to just be told nothing, anyways, but... They really wanted to know. They were feeling... Confusion, anger? Fear, sadness... Any mental script they had in mind was gone. He didn’t realize just how intense his fear of the unknown was.

"I.... Is there something wrong with me? Am I... going to become something bad... Do you know what's... Happening to me ...?"

They didn't realize how scared their expression was, like a deer in headlights.

"Sig...? Dear, are you alright? Did something happen?"

He was trying not to cry when he ended up thinking about everything he was told not to, gripping his arms tightly. Sometimes, it felt harder to breathe, or think... Was it just him, or something else? His vision grew blurry from held-back tears...

--

Sitting in a chair Ms. Accord pulled up, he didn't have it in him to look her in the eye. Everything was silent for some time...

"I'm... scared. You, Akuma, everyone... You all know things about me..."

He tried to make eye contact with her, if barely, only able to meet eyes with her puppet.

"Why don't you want me to know? Do I need to be fixed...? Is something bad going to happen with me...? To people around me? I've always... been like this... So I don't know. Everyone acts like it's forbidden stuff..." 

Digging his fingers into his arm, he was shaking...

"I don't want to live like this. Knowing nothing about myself... It's so scary. No one likes scary people. No one wants to be around someone who hurts people. It makes me feel like I'm going to ruin everything, someday..."

"... I told you, you all shouldn't keep secrets from him, nya. Lookit what it did to the poor kid...", Popoi whispered to her. What could she say? The cat was right...

"Sig... I'm sorry, I truly am. It was never my intention to cause you such anxiety... Please, try to look at me..."

"I... can't..." 

"Please know, then... You're not in any danger, and your friends aren't, either. No one's going to get hurt just because you're here... You said you've always been like this, right?"

Sig nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"You've always been a prized pupil and friend to many, Sig... That won't change just because of your arm or eye... Those make you who you are, and you're a wonderful person."

"... Thanks... teacher..."

Taking some deep breaths, he sighed... He still had more questions. Many more.

"... I want to know... Something else..."

"You have my word that I'll answer to the best of my abilities, from now on."

Having wiped his tears away, putting faith in her words, 

"... What made me like this? Does it have something to do with what happened a year ago...? I know... you know something... You were helping... him... Lemres."

Silence permeated through the room.

"Akuma informed me, when you enrolled, that your sudden changes were nothing to worry about. As far as my knowledge goes, there's nothing abnormal about your condition that would warrant any worry. As for the incident..."

"... Teacher?" 

"I promise I'm being honest, my knowledge of what happened... Is very little. I only know what it is that Lemres told me about those 3... objects."

"Which... is...?"

" Those... The items, they are connected to a certain item of ill omens... I do not know anything more. He kept such details to himself..."

... Did she think he forgot about the bookworm's book? He wasn't clueless, he knew there was something weird about it. Bookworm always makes the effort to tuck it away specifically when he approaches. He almost seemed to prioritize making sure he never even so much as touched it. He got annoyed when others did, and downright terrified when he did. He wasn't fooling anyone, Sig simply didn't pay the thought any mind until now.

Having almost-fully regained his composure, he stood up, 

"Teacher... If that really is all you know... I'm going to find out more, by myself.", making himself clear, he was finally able to project his voice a bit louder.

"... I'm  sorry, that truly is the extent of my knowledge, but... Sometime soon, I could invite him over, and he could tell you what he knows...?"

... It was reassuring to see she actually parted with details. All it took was... Crying. Stressful. He just wanted to get out. He especially wanted nothing to do with that candy weirdo.

"I...don’t want that. See you next week, teach."

With that, he left. 

Tomorrow, it would be time to visit the bookworm Klug, instead.

Ms. Accord, too, had her own plans for the weekend.

--

End Notes: surprise surprise i’m gonna be uploading fics up here from now on. this fic’s been in the works for awhile and it still is- but i’m really excited to show everyone it! if it’s possible, i’d like to affix art to every single chapter going forward. thank you for reading, and feel free to let me know what you think via. replies or asks. reblogs and likes are especially helpful for getting the word out! catch me on my main blog at @marxsoul, or my twitter at @marxsoui, and see you when the next chapter’s out~

[properweirdparker]

Someone Cool (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

a/n: aight this is my first fic so it's gonna be booty butt cheek no doubt. let me know what you think and I do take constructive criticism *sobbing intensifies*. but lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics n shit. The song in this fic is called fallingforyou by The 1975 which you can listen to here:

Summary: The daily life of Peter Parker is not as easy as it seems. With being a part time hero and part time awkward nerd trying to finish his last year of high school, he can't help but feel as if the world is weighing down on him. As if he is expected to be on top of things in his double life. Luckily he has someone who helps as a distraction from his chaotic life and reminds him he is more than the suit and powers.

Peter couldn't help but feel as if he was gonna explode. There was no way anyone could take on the responsibilities he had without going insane, and Peter was pretty sure he was about to lose it - assuming he hasn't already. Not only does he have a physics test at the end of the week that he did not begin to study for yet, he also needs to stay out longer than his usual hours in the night to patrol the area. The latter of the two leaves him feeling exhausted to even study for the former.

Lately, Peter has been feeling as if he has a heavy weight on his shoulders wherever he goes. As Spider-Man, he is expected to always be there whenever he was needed. It was a service he should never turn away from, not that he ever would, but he can't help but feel that being Spider-Man is starting to become a huge burden on his part. He feels horrible for thinking that since there are people out there that really needed his help, but this job has been taking away from his normal life as Peter Parker. Nevertheless he keeps those thoughts to himself, not wanting to come off as selfish.

Despite the chaos he attracts being Spider-Man and the add on stress he accumulates from trying to keep up with his normal life, Peter always knows who exactly to turn to whenever it gets too much for him. His best friend Y/n Y/l/n, who he met at the start of their freshman year, was always able to take his mind off from reality and just allow him to exist peacefully. Of course she didn't know he was Spider-Man at first but eventually she found out - Peter isn't exactly a master of subterfuge - and she was completely understanding as too why he kept it a secret.

What Peter loved most about his friendship with Y/n is that she leaves him alone without actually leaving him. She never strings up a conversation about anything to do with him being Spider-Man or about different assignments he forgot to finish for various classes. He appreciates it, he appreciates her for it. She was just what he needed, a distraction from everything.

Y/n would always strike up conversations about different things whenever Peter comes to her. If he is tired from his patroling duties and needs to rest a bit, he swings by Y/n's house and she tells him about this new book she is reading that has a character with the same name as him but differs in personality. If he is upset because a teacher of his randomly gives out a pop quiz for which he, well, no one was prepared for, Peter would find Y/n after school so he could walk her home all the while she brings up the topic of alien existence and how she feels it is selfish of people to think we are the only living creatures in the galaxy. He would have to introduce her to Thor one day, they'd hit it off immediately.

"Like are you kidding me? There is more to all of this and you have the nerve to say I'll believe it when I see it!? Imbeciles!!" She huffs as Peter laughs at her outburst, seeming to have forgotten why he was so upset in the first place.

Or if he just wants to hang out with someone he finds cool Peter would invite Y/n over to his house and she would talk about the two ladybugs that landed on her right shoulder earlier that day. Trying to figure out what it could mean and she would ask Peter what he thinks off it, genuinely wanting to hear his thoughts on this - another thing he loved about their friendship.

All these things are a part of the many reasons as to why he started to gain feelings for the y/h/c haired girl. She is so absorbed in knowing he is more than just Spider-Man. She reminds him that he is not the center of the world just because he saved it a couple times and he never chose to be either. To Y/n he was just Pete, her kind friend who helps to carry her many books she borrows from the library home so she won't struggle with it. Her amazing friend who she always asks for his input on certain things so she can have more perspective. He never found her irritating or weird whenever she would ramble on about anything she deemed interesting and she appreciated that. For Peter she was just Y/n, the girl that needs him to hold her things from time to time as she tells him about the latest updates on the many conspiracy theories she finds interesting. He wanted her to be more than just what they are to each other though he didn't know if she felt the same way at all.

It took Peter a while to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for Y/n. It started off with him noticing small little details about the girl like the little strands of hair that were left out when she would put her hair up in a bun or ponytail. Or whenever she would be doing anything like making a snack or doing other small things, she would make a little song out of it and sing it to herself while completing these tasks, which he found absolutely adorable. He caught her singing about making soup one time while she was putting said soup on the stove to heat up once, he really wished he had brought his phone with him so he could record it. Even smaller details he notices like how her eyes would sparkle a bit whenever she talked about her favorite books or movies. At first Peter mistaked all of this as just his admiration for the y/h/c haired girl but it never stopped with the observations.

Peter found himself missings his best friend's presence a lot. Even after only a few hours of seeing her, he wanted to be with her again and listen to her talk for hours on end. He didn't know why at first but he just blew it off as nothing.

As time went on, Peter knew he couldn't deny it any longer. He knew why he was feeling these things but he just didn't want to believe it because then it would change everything. If she didn't feel the same way then it would totally ruin their friendship, everything would just be awkward and he would not be able to go to her when things ever get hard for him because he would be too embarrassed. He didn't want to jeopordize their friendship so he kept his feelings to himself. Thinking it would be for the best because these feelings were only one sided. He couldn't be more wrong.

Y/n invited Peter over after school so they could study together for their upcoming physics test, god knows Peter absolutely needed it. His duties as Spider-Man barley left him any time to study at all. Luckily for him, Happy let him have a couple of days off to prepare for it, after much persuasion.

They were both sitting on her bed looking through their notes and quizzing each other from time to time. An hour had passed and Y/n, bored out of her mind, decides that they should take a little break.

"Alright I'm beat, lets take a break yeah?" She looks to Peter and he agrees.

"Yeah a break sounds good, I'll go get those cookies your mom made from the fridge. Be right back." He then got off her bed to go to the kitchen.

Y/n then decided to play some music so she connects her phone to her speaker and puts her music on shuffle. She smiles when fallingforyou by The 1975 starts playing and she softly sings along to it.

What time you coming home?

We started losing light

I'll never get it right

If you don't want me 'round

I'm so excited for the night

All we need's my bike

And your enormous house

Peter came back with the cookies and stopped by the doorway when he heard Y/n’s voice. He just stood there in awe while she sung softly with her eyes closed. He smiled and his heart swelled at the sight. He knew she liked to sing but he never really got to hear her voice until now. Peter honestly couldn't be more infatuated with her than in this moment.

Y/n opened her eyes when she felt a presence and blushed when she saw Peter standing by the door smiling at her.

"Your voice is beautiful Y/n." Peter walked towards the bed and placed the cookies down then looked at the her and smiled when he saw her blush more.

"Thanks Pete." She bashfully smiled back and they stared at each other for a bit until she finally worked up the courage to say this next thing.

"Um, do you wanna dance with me? I mean you don't have to but I just love this song and I've always wanted to dance to it but-"

Peter cut her off with a smile "I'd love to."

They both stood up and faced each other in the middle of the room. Y/n moved closer and placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and Peter hesitantly put his hands on her waist. They then started to sway as the music softly played in the background.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

Y/n moved closer to lean her head on Peter's chest and he hoped that she wouldn't notice how fast his heart was beating in that moment. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt about her so badly but he just didn't want to risk losing their friendship. She just made him feel so many things that he couldn't help but want more than this.

According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

The feeling of your arms

"I can hear the gears in your head turning rapidly Pete. Penny for your thoughts?" The girl on his mind chuckled and looked up at him smiling. God he loved her smile.

"It's-It's nothing I just-" he sighed and she tilted her head in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

I don't wanna be your friend

I wanna kiss your neck

Screw it he thought and leaned in until his lips connected with hers. Y/n's eyes widened for just a split second before she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Her hands tangling into his soft brown locks while his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer.

They both pull back when air was needed and Y/n leaned her forehead against Peter's. They both were smiling at each other and the latter spoke up.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time you know." He chuckled softly and she giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Me too Peter." They both shared a laugh and with that they leaned in to kiss once more as the song was finishing it's course.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

[reading-hub]

Dandy And The Jet 🚀 [3] To Boobies, Baby!

- Space Dandy x reader -

[part 2]

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The digital transmission hidden underneath your jacket that was made by Bea so it was easy to update on the mission with Admiral Perry. You were explaining the events that were leading up to today, from that one-sided crazy bar fight, being able to escape said bar fight, having the opportunity to escape with Dandy's crew inside the "Aloha Oe" to now.

“So, you’ve already made your way to his inner circle?”

You hid within the hallways, luckily nobody hadn't woken up yet. Although that little wheeled robot named QT had this obsession with cleaning early, so your not exactly in the clearing yet...

"Yes, I have. His crew was surprisingly welcoming despite them being alien hunters.." You responded, remembering your last experience with some alien hunters in the past...

"I don't care about them! What about the target, how's is he taking in your presence? Has he suspected anything about you since your arrival?" Admiral was obviously cautious about you being found out in a short time. You rolled your eyes slightly.

You sighed and answered. "Well, he was questioning my position when I took the wheel, but nothing really about me.” Admiral sighed in relief, guess that's good news?

"Very well, just keep pursuing on the target at all times, don't let him slip through your fingers. We're so close yet so far." The burning skeleton commanded. "I will, sir." You agreed, transmission ended.

"Hello miss [f/n]!" You jumped slightly, turning around to see the little robot QT and his broom. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! Did I startle you?" QT said in a worried tone. The robot really was the sweetest.

"Don't worry, er, I was just looking around the ship..." You smiled looking at the inter-galactic gears and such.

Now that I mentioned it, this ship is pretty huge, this must've cost a fortune, maybe Dandy is a successful alien hunter after all if he was able to afford such a ship and all...

You shrugged it off and looked at QT. "So uh, you clean up around the ship when everybody's asleep?" You asked, continuing the conversation with the little robot.

"I clean up anyway, even if everyone's awake or not." Saying in their autotuned voice, which is a bit adorable. "I really like cleaning," QT said simply.

"That's one hell of a favorite thing to do. I rarely ever hear someone say that sentence, ever." You chuckled a little. "So anyway, what exactly is the schedule around here?" You asked, changing the subject.

"Schedule?" QT said confused. "Oooh!" The male robots autotune sang in harmony. "To be quite honest, there really isn't one." They shrugged, your eyes quirked a little in surprise and confusion. "The only real mundane place that Dandy likes to go to most of the time is a place called Boobies," QT answered.

"Boobies?" Your whole facade went full-on confusion with what the innocent robot said so casually. "Yeah, it's this restaurant that Dandy really likes going to a lot but the paycheck is more than what we normally have so its tough for Dandy to accept when we don't have enough to go." The robot explained.

Huffing a little in response, "Judging by the name of this restaurant, I can tell why Dandy would like going there." Both QT and You laughed right after.

"Geez, you giggling pre-teens woke me up." Looks like your quality conversation with QT is over thanks to a grumpy pompadour. Speaking of pompadour, Dandy was hiding his hair using his blanket that he dragged along the floor without a care.

"Now if you excuse me, girlies, I gotta take a shower. This hair ain't gonna fix itself!" Dandy boasted proudly as if you were gonna swoon over him right when he gets out.

"We should probably check and see if Meow is awake, though I highly doubt it," QT grumbled as we walked to the main room of the ship. "How long does it usually take for everyone to be awake by?" You asked jokingly. "I'd say around 02:00 in standard time," QT answered quickly, looking at his watch that miraculously appears out of nowhere!

"It's nine-forty." You questioned immediately. “How long does it take for Dandy to finish up in there?" The robot rolled his screen eyes thinking of Dandy's precious timing.

"I'd say two hours, one if today's a lucky day." QT hoped.

"Dang." Was all you could say to that. The guys that you use to know hated when a woman took too long getting ready and didn't really care for their hair products. Needless to say, this Dandy guy was something else and nobody you’ve met before.

-

After talking with QT for two hours or so, you both sat at the dining table, if you call it that. You can easily tell by the crew that they didn't seem the type to eat breakfast together in a table.

QT was nice enough to make you a single cup of coffee. Luckily he was able to find some coffee beans after looking up and down in the cabinets. Wasn't a lot but you could manage either way. You wondered if he was able to have any human-like food?

You both shared a few things, like past stories. QT shared a lot about the past adventures him and Dandy have been through. A booby monster, plant people, and said something about zombies but I kinda lost track since all them were just bat-shit crazy all on their own.

You on the other hand only shared ones that were pretty tame when compared to theirs. Warning the robot that your adventures aren't really exciting to tell compared to what they told.

QT seemed interested with what you told him anyway, but you also didn’t want to overshare too much.

"What are you guys talking about?" The yawning came from Meow who was shuffling his feet, he must be still tired even though he's slept longer than the rest of us combined.

"[F/n] has been telling me about her adventures.” The robot said with glee, you couldn't help but smile in embarrassment when QT showed some exciting interest in your stories. "Whoa really?" Meow was obviously interested. All you could do was shrug in embarrassment.

It has been a while since people actually listen to what I had to say...

Meow just asked upon millions of questions each time you telling more and more details of the time you able to hold your own against the likes of humanoid monsters and crazy ex’s throughout the galaxy.

"Does that mean you know some close combat?" QT asked politely. "Yeah, and a bit of gun firing as well," You replied.

"So are you like some kind of superhero?" Meow smiled and pulled out his phone. “I'm not even close to a superhero."

True, you really weren’t . You were basically the big, bad, villain's accomplice, you know the ones where they trick the good guys into thinking that she's one of them now and then double-crosses them saying how "I am not who you think I am!" And then they laugh evilly.

The sad truth is that I don't think I can laugh evil.

"Is Dandy out of the shower yet? I really need to use the restroom." You said, obviously frustrated. QT grumbled, "Eh, probably putting his hair gel right about now..." You didn’t care, You just stood up and just tell Dandy to step out real quick so that you can go!

Storming off back to the hallway where you had that transmission call with Admiral and then that talk to QT later on.

Stopping your tracks, you noticed that the bathroom door had a small crack open. You could only guess Dandy got out and is probably changing back in his room? You hoped, otherwise he's gonna think you’re peeping on him, which he'll probably find flattering, you however were not intending on that.

Slowly walking towards the steamthat was seeping through the cracked door, Lights full white, You were hoping he forgot to turn off when he left...shit!

Peering through and - goddammit! - he's there! Oh well, at least he has a towel on, even if that towel is low cut and will probably fall off easily...fuck!

He was drying up his hair with another towel. The towel was off from his head, and you got a clear view of his shaggy natural hair!

Your eyes went full surprised. He really wasn't that bad looking without the hair gel, You certainly didn’t understand why he has to hide it...

Oh well.

You felt as though you were peeping a little too long.. you just booked it outta there! Maybe you should hold your bladder until he actually leaves the bathroom next time...

-

Sprinting back to the lounge, you know what you’ll just call it that since you refuse to call it a "dining room" or a "kitchen".

Meow and QT were still hanging around where you last talked to them. "That was quick," Meow said in surprise. You took a few breaths and replied, "Yeah, turns out I didn't really need to go." You said in relief.

A few minutes later, a wild Dandy appears behind you! "You're finally out of the shower?" You said in a bored tone. "You know if you wanted to take a shower with me, you could've asked?" He suggested slyly. Sadly, he had his pompadour back, kinda wishing to see his hair down. QT decided to change the subject.

"Nevermind that, where are we going, Dandy?"

Dandy's attention was at the robot. "To boobies, baby!" He boasted proudly. "Boobies, you mean that ‘breastaurant’ that QT was telling me about?" I jumped in with air quotes.

Dandy's face freaked a little. "QT, YOU TOLD HER ABOUT BOOBIES!?"

"Don't pin it on them, since I agreed to be apart of this crew, I was probably gonna find out anyway, no use of hiding it.." You said in defense. "She's got ya there, man.” Meow commented on the sideline.

All Dandy could do was have his lips curl, pouting like a child because you had a point.

"Alright, just don't take the fun out of Boobies for me, ok?" Dandy whined slightly at me. You shrugged it off, "Don't plan on it."

"Hey QT, how much we got for Boobies?" He called out to the robot. "Hm, probably enough. But Dandy, I thought we were going to spend this money for--" QT was cut from his words by Dandy.

"Nevermind that QT, we could always just hunt for a rare alien and get double the money back!"

Something tells me that this is just gonna be one those days...you know, the ones where shit gets fucked and it could've been avoided by just listening and following the obvious from earlier.

Yeah...those...

The four of you have arrived at Boobies. You really didn’t have an expectation of what this breastrant would look like, but seeing it right in front of your very eyes, it hit the nail on head.

You weren’t one to judge. We all have our guilty pleasures in life. Some like eating a bag of chips on a slow day, some like the smell of a certain candle that keeps them at ease, and some like a ditzy waitress who dresses little to the imagination to take their order while also small talk to on a daily basis.

You took a seat between QT and Meow, Dandy sat across from you. Small tension was between you and Dandy for a full two minutes. Dandy obviously not a fan of you being at Boobies with them. You couldn’t care less what he thought about you at that time, you just wanted to eat something, pay half of the check, possibly tip the waitress, and go back to the ship.

Before it can be anymore silent—

“Hey boys, how are we doing today?” You looked up, only to see a young blonde waitress, eyes looked as if full of innocence. She was quite pretty, you admit to yourself. “Oh my, I’m sorry, and how you today, miss?” Her wide eyes immediately directed towards you. Her tone was that of surprise and joy. Possibly because of how rare it is to have female customers here, you guess.

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You replied, smiling faintly at the blonde. “Yeah, we’re good today, too.” Dandy said after, his palm holding his jaw in boredom. The blonde beamed happily. “Dandy, who is she? Is she a new friend of yours?” She egged him on. Obviously curious about who you were. You’d think that this waitress is close friends with Dandy, given how easily she’s able to hold a conversation with him.

“No Honey, me and crew met her yesterday.” He explained, smirking with confidence. “Although an initiation of the Space crew in the talks.” In talks? You could’ve sworn he agreed to you being apart of the crew the first day you two met. You looked at him sideways, just what is he trying to get at?

“An initiation? That must be so fun! When is it??” Honey looked at him with answers. Dandy slumped on the booth, smug as all hell. He’s gonna get punched so bad when we get back to the ship. “Actually, initiation starts today.” He boasted.

“It is?” Honey asked excited.

“It is?” You reiterated sarcastically, wondering where this was going.

“It is.” Dandy conceded.

Before Dandy could be anymore proud of himself of having you put in a tight situation, hook line and sinker...

“Since when did we propose for an initiation for future crew members?” QT popped up with a sudden question out of nowhere. “We didn’t have one for Meow now that I think about it...” the robot added, while Dandy’s eyes widen, nervously.

“It’s a new thing I made up!” Dandy interjected. “I forgot to tell you and Meow about..” he explained, hoping the damn robot keeps thier mouth shut. “Okaaay, what’s the first stage of initiation then?” QT asked after.

Meow looked up from his phone, seeing what was unfolding right in front of him.

Dandy could only grind his teeth, thinking of one on the top of his head and try not to look stupid. Than, a light switched on his head!

“[f/n], our lovely new recruit here has to pay for the check.” Douche. That was all that popped in your head soon after.

Well, I have space skeleton demi-god and a pimp gorilla looking over me like vultures, I’m being labeled as a last resort plan to capturing Dandy, and being apart of his crew is the only shot I can get to getting closer to finishing my mission. No pressure.

Ok Dandy, I’ll play along.

“Well, if it’s what I have to do, than so be it.” You agreed, getting a little too confident.

“Alright!” Dandy rubbed his hands together in anticipation. This was too fun for him.

The food orders were now final.

Dandy made it easier by just having you pay for the ‘Captain’s Meal’, aka Dandy and yourself. Meow just ordered for soup and a soda, QT just wanted some juice. You wondered if the robot could actually consume foods...

Your order was that of a space meat fillet that you thought looked good on the menu and your choice of two sides.

However, Dandy knew he had you by his finger and went all out. Two large chucks of meat, topped with chili, cheese, a ramen bowl, and a slushee that was most likely child size.

He looked as smug and pampered as they came at that moment. The food came in.

Meow’s and QT ‘s came first since their orders were small and simple. Your’s came second. Dandy’s was last, the meal was so huge that Honey needed another waitress to help her bring it to the table.

You rolled your eyes at how Dandy was making a big deal out of this.

-

Meow and QT were done with thier orders a long time ago. You just finished your own meal. Dandy on the other hand, still had halfway to go. I guess Dandy didn’t think though how big of an order his was compared to everyone else.

“You’re not gonna finish that.” Meow commented as he was scrolling his phone. He pouted his lip in response. “Nope, I’m not gonna give in to the temptation of losing.” Dandy replied, hiding away the worry.

“Losing what? I’m the one paying for your meal.” You said suddenly. “How about we just ask to box it for to-go.” You suggested. You honestly felt a little bad. He looked like a small boy who feels bad for not finishing his dinner. It was honestly kinda cute at this state.

Wait what?

“Fine!” He gave in, crossing his arms in the process. You perked up at the waitress who was walking past your table, and asked if they’re was a to-go box for a meal like Dandy’s.

Honey came in with the check, the total of Dandy’s meal itself was almost 300 yen, your own meal was around 30. Luckily, you secretly tapped Honey’s shoulder and gave the ditzy blonde a coupon for Boobies when Dandy wasn’t looking. You knew holding onto that coupon would benefit you one day.

The crew got their things together before heading out. Dandy begrudgingly holding onto his box that had his meal.

It was already midnight by the time you guys came out of the breastaurant. All of got into ship, one by one. All tired from eating. Seeing how exhausted you looked, Dandy took the liberty of stirring the ship with QT tonight. How nice.

Guess him being nice was just a thank you for putting up with him today at Boobies.

Before you could relax your eyes, Dandy shouted out:

“Whoops, forgot to get gas!” He nervously smiled through his teeth.

“ARGGHHH!!!” You, Meow, and QT loudly responded.

[rexmajestatis]

So, I'm pretty sure I've sent you this before, but... five times kissed!!! ;P

(Drabble meme | Literally always accepting)

@bestchocobro

“Oh, and this one. You remember this one? Ah, ‘course you do.” Prompto smiles fondly at the photo. Forever immortalized on glossy paper, Noct is teetering backwards, standing on Dynamite’s saddle. The bird disagrees with being used as a step stool, though, and is reaching back to pull Noct off by the back of his coat.

The next photo is from immediately afterwards, Noct sitting on his ass in the grass while Gladio nearly strangles himself on his own laughter behind him.

Prompto sets them down on the slightly overgrown grass and tips his head back to watch the sky. This far out of town, the view is always incredible.

“Can’t forget this, either,” he carries on eventually, rifling another photo out of the bundle.

It’s just them. Prompto’s holding the camera out at arm’s length, his other arm around Noct’s back, and Noct is grinning with his face buried against Prompto’s neck. Prompto would be smiling, but it looks like he caught himself mid-sentence. It’s cuter than it has any right to be.

“Noct! Noct, c’mere! Noct-noct, who’s there? You, getting your ass over here!”

“Alright, already, calm your ass down.”

Noct lopes over, and he puts up with it good-naturedly as Prompto slings an arm around him to reel him in. He holds the camera out, and Noct makes a noise that is most definitely a startled squeak as Prompto turns to kiss him. Noct jerks back out of reflex, ducking his head against Prompto’s neck just as Prompto protests, “Hey!” and the flash goes off.

Noct makes it up to him a moment later, when the camera is lowered and he threads a hand into Prompto’s hair to turn his head and kiss him properly.

He rifles through the photos once again, eyes brightening on a specific one. “Oh, right! Almost forgot about this one. Damn, this one’s old and holy shit were we drunk.”

The picture’s blurry, and the edge of Gladio’s finger is visible on one side. In the middle–a bit too dead center to be aesthetically pleasing, but oh well–Noct and Prompto are pressed together, Prompto’s chest to Noct’s back. His hands are wrapped around Noct’s hips, and though the details are lost in the multicolored lights, they’re kissing over Noct’s shoulder.

“C’mon!” Noct is red in the face and drunk enough that he’s actually having a good time despite the crowd. He wraps both hands around one of Prompto’s and gives him an expectant tug. “You dragged me here, you’re damn well going to dance with me,” he commands, his tone drunkenly imperious.

“Yeah, I gotcha.” Prompto turns just long enough to shove his camera into Ignis’s steady, sober, designated driver hands. “Here, babysit this.” With that, he lets Noct haul him onto the floor.

The music is all bass and between the drink, the crowd, and the lights, neither of them is particularly coordinated, but they find the rhythm soon enough, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Noct reaches up and back eventually, fingers curling around the back of Prompto’s head and giving him an expectant tug.

Prompto follows the command easily, tipping his head forward as Noct turns. The kiss is wet and lazy, and they don’t notice the camera’s flash go off. It’s only once they’ve separated slightly that Noct observes, “Gladio’s got your camera.”

“Bastard got fingerprints all over it,” Prompto sulks, as he carries on sifting through the photos. There’s one of Gladio doing pushups while Ignis sits on his back and calmly drinks coffee. One of Prompto and Ignis, after the former hooked an arm around the reluctantly amused latter and dragged him into frame. Gladio and Noct, elbows locked together and backs together, Noct kicking at the air as Gladio leans forward.

“Ooooh, right,” Prompto nearly purrs as he stops on another picture. “Man, you should’ve let me do this more often.”

There’s Noct, naked as a jay bird and kneeling on the ground between Prompto’s knees. He has one arm draped casually over one of Prompto’s thighs, delicately swiping his other hand across his mouth as he looks up through his bangs, one eyebrow arched pointedly.

“Seriously?” Noct sighs as the flash goes off, but he’s fighting a smile. He licks his fingers clean and drapes his arm over Prompto’s thigh to join his other arm. He leans his chin on his forearms. “Do I look pretty, Prompto?” he asks, his tone breathy and simpering, mischief clear.

“You always look pretty,” Prompto reminds him, ruffling his hair and giving it a tug. Noct’s face reddens and his eyes dart off to one side and really, as paradoxical as it is, Prompto will always love how Noct can deep throat him without blinking but still blows a gasket as soon as he’s called pretty.

“Yeah, well.” Noct huffs and sits up on his knees, and Prompto dutifully leans down to kiss him. Noct nips at his lower lip afterwards. “You, too.” They’re close enough still that their noses are brushing. “Also? More pineapple.”

Laughing, Noct ducks before Prompto can wallop him upside the head with a pillow.

The pictures after that are…less bright, in many ways. Gladio and Noct, studiously ignore each other across a campfire. Ignis sitting on a train bench, head down and cane clutched in a white-knuckled grip. Gladio leading Ignis by the hand through the rubble of Altissia, Ignis’s eyes still bandaged.

But there are still a few lights in the darkness.

Noct leaning on his elbows on a train station railing, backwards, so he can look at the dark sky, while Ignis stands beside him, smile barely perceptible as he listens to Noct ramble. A long view of the train, taken while sitting on Gladio’s shoulders. Gladio crouching while a girl who couldn’t be older than four inspects one arm of his tattoo.

There’s Noct, sitting on the railing while he waits for the conductor to announce that it’s time to board, staring into the distance like he’s a thousand miles away.

He doesn’t even react as the flash goes off, and Prompto lets his camera go to dangle from his neck as he joins Noct at the railing. He slips his arms around the prince’s middle and nestles his chin against Noct’s arm.

Noct stirs slowly, like he’s coming out of a dream. He glances downwards, past the railing he’s sitting on. “Long way down,” he observes eventually, his voice far away and hazy. Prompto’s grip around his middle tightens, and with a huff of laughter, Noct ruffles his hair. “Relax.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Prompto returns. Noct doesn’t argue as Prompto begins backing up, pulling him down from the railing and setting him on his feet. He still leans against the railing afterwards, but with his feet on the ground and his shoulders gradually loosening as Prompto drags his hand up and down Noct’s back.

“Hey.”

Noct turns his head with a questioning hum, and he closes his eyes and practically melts as Prompto kisses him.

“You okay?” Noct asks him afterwards, before giving Prompto one more brief peck on the lips. Prompto sort of wants to shake him.

He keeps leafing through them, but a lot of the pictures after that are ones he doesn’t particularly like to see. Things he doesn’t like to remember. There are a few, though, that still bring a smile to his face.

Aranea proudly posing beside a red giant. Iris presenting her dog tags to the camera. Cor, though his face is visible only in slivers between his fingers against the camera lens. Cindy, yelling up at Gladio as he changes one of the countless bulbs in the flood light. Ignis, standing at a kitchen counter, hands full and looking like he’s trying to command his visor to stop sliding down his nose. A rare picture of the three of them together after the lights went out, clustered together in front of Hammerhead’s garage.

There’s a shot taken from over Noct’s shoulder as he leans back against Prompto’s chest. Across the fire, Ignis is leaning out of the tent and glaring balefully while Gladio buries himself in his book and pretends none of them exist.

Prompto is halfway through a story about Aranea’s exploits when Noct finagles him onto the ground, and Prompto is confused for a moment, until Noct sits down between his legs and leans back. After a moment, he coaxes, “Well, go on. What happened next?”

Prompto carries on, absentmindedly scratching a hand through Noct’s hair as he talks. His hair is longer now. Prompto sort of wonders what it would look like pulled back.

Noct has damn near melted by the time Prompto finishes his story, completely boneless, save for the minimal effort it takes to press his head back into Prompto’s hand. When Prompto finally stops, it takes a moment for Noct to turn his head to demand an explanation. He never gets the chance, but he doesn’t seem to mind, as he leans readily into the kiss.

Despite the awkward angle, it’s slow and lazy, and admittedly, pretty drawn out. Gladio doesn’t seem to care, content to read his book and ignore them. Eventually, though, they separate as the tent flap unzips and Ignis pokes his head out, visor gone and one eye narrowed in irritation. “I can hear you.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” Noct deadpans without missing a beat, and honestly, there is no way Prompto can let the look on Ignis’s face go undocumented.

Prompto traces a finger around the photograph’s edge and slowly looks up.

The sun is coming up over the horizon, and Prompto muffles a yawn against his fist. Slowly, he gathers the collection of photographs back up and tucks them back into their envelope, and he climbs back to his feet.

Turning, he crouches, presses a loud kiss to his fingers, and then taps them against the words centered on the tombstone. “G’morning, buddy,” he offers quietly, as he straightens back to his full height. “Sleep well.”