#how do we tag slightly spicy things here nowadays

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@moveslikebucky and I have finished another Good Omens fic! This time another silly human AU where they are best friends who are so so stupid

I did four illustrations for this story and you can see all of them uncensored on Ao3! I am still learning digital painting but I like how these turned out, especially the first one which is the only non explicit one I could post fully here 🩷 Fic and illustrations are E rated ofc so don't open them up at the supermarket lol

Read it here! I hope u enjoy 🩷💚🩷

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Comfort

For the Starker Holiday Exchange hosted by @starkerfestivals​ I was assigned to liminalbasilisk (I gifted on AO3, but I can’t seem to find you on tumblr to tag, sorry!).

Comfort

Word Count: 2100

Summary: There aren't many reasons omegas build nests - in fact, Peter can only think of one right now, and he's really, really, really sure Tony's not pregnant. So what is going on?

(Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Beta/Omega, Nesting, Scent Marking, Tony's a little sad, Peter's a little insecure, Happy Ending, Sharing Clothes, Possessive Behavior)

*

Peter should have tried the shop first.

In his defense, Tony had said he’d be busy with other things all day, so really, he wasn’t supposed to be in the shop. Like that ever stopped him.

But instead, Peter spent a couple of hours wandering around and starting to feel like an idiot. Maybe he was just… being too clingy, maybe he shouldn’t keep looking every time he can’t find Tony. He just misses him.

It doesn’t look like Tony’s in the shop when Peter first steps in, but that’s not all that unusual. “Tony?” he calls.

There’s nothing for a moment, and then, so quiet he wouldn’t have heard it without his enhanced senses, “Oh shit.”

Well, that’s not good. “Tony?” he says. “Uh, is something wrong? Where are you anyway?”

He walks around the side of the big L shaped desk and just. Stops. There’s a whole mess of— blankets and clothes and shiny stuff—tinsel?—and he can’t make sense of it at first.

There’s a muffled sigh and then Tony’s head pokes out. “Um,” he says. “Hi.”

He looks nervous, and everything slots into place in Peter’s head. This is— Tony’s nesting. Tony’s nesting. Oh fuck.

There’s— there’s no way Tony could be pregnant, right? Right? Peter’s a beta, after all, and that’s just not— it’s not possible. Betas can’t get male omegas pregnant, they just can’t. But Tony’s nesting and omegas don’t nest unless they’re pregnant and that is a hell of a nest and Tony looks nervous, so maybe… maybe he is pregnant, oh my god. Maybe the bite did something and Peter can get him pregnant, or— or maybe he’s going to tell Peter it’s not his, it’s— he didn’t think Tony even wanted kids enough to do that, much less without telling him, it’s just—

“Look,” Tony says, a little sharp. “I know it’s weird, okay? I get it, it was outdated even when I was growing up and everyone calls it feral nowadays. I don’t— I don’t do it often, alright?”

Peter stares at him. Blinks, and refocuses; Tony’s looking even more worried, shoulders tight and arms crossed, even a little color in his cheeks.

Tony’s jaw clenches for a second. “I wasn’t going to keep it up,” he says. “I— I wasn’t supposed to see you until this evening; I was just going to spend a few hours in it and then take it apart. I know it’s a bad habit, I’m just— it’s not. I’m—” He rubs a hand over his face. “Will you stop looking at me like that?”

“I’m not—” Peter starts, replaying Tony’s words. “Wait. Uh…” There’s nothing outdated or weird about pregnant nesting, what is Tony even talking about?

Oh. Ohhh, wow, okay, Peter thinks. He’s comfort nesting, stress nesting. That’s gotta be what this is, why he’s all defensive about it. Cause yeah, people don’t have a lot of nice things to say about omegas that do that.

I wasn’t going to keep it, Tony’d said, and suddenly Peter feels really sad. That’s just— if Tony’s stressed enough he’s going this, especially if he thinks it’s such a bad thing still, tearing down a nest he’d just made is going to hurt. He shouldn’t feel like he has to.

“Peter—” Tony says, softer, wary.

“Okay, wait a second,” Peter says. “I’m totally not thinking anything bad? Like, I don’t think it’s a bad habit or feral, that’s kind of gross. You’re not hurting anyone! What’s so wrong about it?”

Tony blinks at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Peter says. “You don’t have to take it down, you know. It’s your space.” Tony’s got that little crease between his eyebrows, the one he gets when things aren’t making sense to him. He’s so smart, but then these weird little things will trip him up.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Peter adds, carefully, “but— what’s wrong? I didn’t know you were so stressed. It’s gotta be pretty bad if you’re doing this, though.”

Tony stares, but some of the tension in his body has eased. “You’re unreal,” he murmurs. Shakes his head, briefly. “And I’m incredibly lucky. You know what, sweetheart— come here.” He wiggles back in a bit. “Come on in.”

Peter’s mouth almost drops open. “Are you sure?” he says, because you just— you just don’t do that. You don’t invade an omega’s nest unless you are trying to make trouble, or get hurt. There’s a reason they call this kind of nesting feral.

“Yeah,” Tony says, smiling at him. “Keep me company.”

“Okay,” Peter says, and crawls in. He has to wiggle a bit to get through the entrance with Tony half in the way, and for a few moments everything is a confused tangle of limbs and fabric, Peter almost elbowing Tony and getting a little laugh in return.

They get settled eventually, curled close together, knees bumping into each other’s, sharing each other’s air. It’s a good nest; it’s warm and soft, the padding below Peter thick enough he doesn’t even feel the floor. Everything smells familiar, comforting; the grease and metal and ozone of the shop, the spicy green of Tony’s shampoo and the lighter smell of the detergent the cleaners use, the blend of their own scents all over everything. Tony’s wearing one of Peter’s softest, most worn out hoodies, still smelling of him. It’s too big on Peter but just about right on Tony.

The light’s a little dim, but he can still make out Tony’s face easily enough. “Hi,” Peter says, tucking his fingers under the edge of said hoodie, his wrist point resting against the scent point on Tony’s hip.

Tony’s relaxed now, comfortable. “Hi,” he says back, obviously amused. Reaches out and runs his fingers through Peter’s hair, trailing over the edge of his ear; Peter turns into it and brushes his lips over the point on Tony’s wrist, marking himself with Tony’s scent. Tony’s always sits heavier on him than his beta scent will ever be on Tony.

Maybe Tony was okay with sharing his space because of that. Because Peter’s just a beta, not a threat. Not that Tony would ever tell him that; he’s very careful not to compare Peter to any of the alphas he’s had, at least not in any way that doesn’t put them down. Honestly, Peter kind of thinks Tony had a lot of shit alphas.

He presses forward a little and kisses Tony, so light; Tony catches him when he pulls back and brings him right back in, settling into slow, soft kissing. When he finally lets Peter go, he looks nearly boneless, languid in a way Peter very seldom sees, sunk down into instincts more than he’d ever show outside the bedroom. “Better?” Peter asks.

Tony smiles, his eyes hooded. “Yeah,” he says. “I should build all my nests around you,” and something about that makes Peter shudder, wanting.

“Whatever you want, Tony,” he says. “Whatever I can do. I hate seeing you unhappy.”

He shouldn’t have said it, he knows the second it comes out. Tony loses a little of that softness, his smile fading slightly. “It’s nothing you did, baby,” he says. “This time of year is just… hard. I—” he hesitates, and Peter smooths his hand along Tony’s side, gentle. “Tomorrow’s the day they died,” he says, and oh god, Peter had forgotten. He’d completely forgotten, but it’s not like Tony every could. Ever would.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter says. “God Tony, I’m sorry. I didn’t even— I should have known.”

“No, no,” Tony says. “There’s no reason you should keep track of that, Peter. It’s fine. I told you, you didn’t do anything. It’s just— tomorrow I won’t be able to hide like this. It’ll be these… public displays, being watched and being forced to remember and now—” he sighs. “Now, it’s easier and harder at the same time. Now I know what really happened, but I spent so long blaming Howard. Now I’m not supposed to blame anyone. It’s not… well, it doesn’t matter, does it.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter says again, and it feels weak, useless.

“It gets to be too much sometimes,” Tony says, curling a little closer to Peter. “All the holiday stuff and cheer of the season and parties and charities and— it starts feeling so fake, so tiring after a while and I just have to get away so I can breathe. I always want to do this at some point, but I haven’t for years. It wasn’t— it looked like a weakness, you know? And Stark Industries can’t have that,” sharp, almost bitter. Peter tightens his arm around Tony and pulls him flush against Peter, rolling onto his back a little. The nest shifts around them but holds.

“Maybe you don’t have to try and do it all this year?” Peter offers. “We could try to dial it back, just do a few things and keep the rest for ourselves, something quiet.” He hesitates; he should have noticed this before, shouldn’t have he? Why didn’t he see it last year?

Maybe he just wasn’t paying close enough attention. Maybe Tony wasn’t sure it was really safe to show it yet.

He kisses the edge of Tony’s jaw. “What do you actually like about the holidays?” he asks Tony. “We could just do those things.”

Tony shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “Do I really like any of it? I don’t even remember, baby.”

Wow, that sucks. “Guess we’ll just have to experiment,” he says, and Tony laughs softly.

Laughs a little harder a second later. “Actually,” he says, “there is one thing I like a lot.” He wiggles until Peter lets go and practically crawls over Peter out of the nest, Peter twisting around and starting to follow. “Ah ah,” Tony tells him. “You stay right there. And keep your eyes closed. It’s a surprise.”

Peter can still hear him rummaging around, but he’s mostly stuck on that, on Tony wanting Peter to stay in his nest even without Tony in it. Tony claiming him like that, broadcasting how Peter belongs to him even when there’s no one to notice. It’s not something Peter ever thought he’d have.

“Okay,” Tony says, brushing against Peter, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. “Don’t open them yet,” and it feels like he’s doing something above Peter, messing with the nest a bit. “There. Go ahead, look.”

Peter opens his eyes. Looks to Tony first, of course, and Tony’s almost smirking. Looks up himself and Peter follows his gaze.

There’s a piece of mistletoe stuck between the blankets.

“Really?” Peter says. “Like you need an excuse to kiss me.”

“I’ll take any reason at all,” Tony says. Kisses Peter, but it’s so soft, so gentle. It’s not leading anywhere, Peter thinks, just because Tony can. Just for a little reassurance, a little comfort.

He’ll give Tony every bit of that he can.

He couldn’t say how long they kiss like that, or how long Tony just lies curled up with him, half on top of Peter and held close; time feels a bit unreal in here, the world cut off, nothing left but warmth and their scents and his omega, safe.

Tony drifts off eventually, breathing deeply against Peter’s neck. He pets Tony’s hair, slow, just playing with it. It’s probably a good thing that Tony even let himself build this, that he felt safe enough with Peter to actually allow himself some comfort when he needed it.

Peter just doesn’t want him to have to need it.

Tomorrow, he decides, he’ll stand by Tony and offer whatever he can to get through the day. And then he’ll find a way—he’ll make a way—for things to be quieter this year. He’ll talk to Pepper and Rhodey, maybe Natasha; she doesn’t really hide her soft spot for Tony. Happy too, and May, of course, though he’ll probably have to nix her offer to bake.  

He stares up at the blankets above him, the mistletoe, the little strand of tinsel and one of his shirts, just the corner of the words showing. It’s a good nest; he’ll see if he can convince Tony to leave it up for a bit. Maybe it will help just to know it’s there, that it’s an option. Maybe they’ll sleep here a few nights.

Maybe Peter isn’t allowed to share this with Tony just because he’s a beta; maybe he makes Tony feel safe, even if he’s not an alpha.

Maybe it’s just because Tony loves him.

Yeah, he thinks, starting to drift off as well, that one sounds right.

After all, he knows that’s true.

*

At Ao3

[msjr0119]

Return to New York

Part 3

Riley Brooks never returned after being thrown out of the Coronation. Liam cleared her name, and they tried to find her with no luck. One day they returned to New York and by fate she turned up at a cafe due to Daniels ‘meddling’.

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*****

“Please don’t marry him.” Drake sighed regretting saying this. “I just... I am in love with you Riley Brooks, and I can’t watch you with him... I want you to be happy... honestly I do... just give me and Cordonia another chance... then you can make your decision...”

“Drake, I’m marrying him in less than two weeks... I can’t ... I love you too... I... I should go...” Turning around she placed her engagement ring back on her finger, whilst shaking. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I was thrown out of the coronation Drake, here’s my number. Don’t be a stranger.” Fuck what am I doing? I don’t want to leave him. “Ri... I hope you’re happy. Don’t forget that I love you and always will do.”

Leaving the room she slid down the wall in the hallway unable to contain her emotions- almost reconsidering her actions, wanting to storm through the door and claim Drake as her own as she wanted to all those years ago. Wiping her tears, she was undecided about what her future held for her.

Drake threw the whiskey bottle against the wall as she left, feeling frustrated allowing her to walk away from him again. Believing now that it was never meant to be. The last time Drake cried was possibly when he had lost his father, years later he found himself crying over the girl he lost yet again.

*****

Eleven days after they returned to Cordonia from New York, Maxwell knocked on Liam’s study door. Usually the King would answer straight away- ignoring protocol the Lord barged through the door, immediately regretting his actions.

“Your Majesties, honestly....” Tutting and shaking his head. “Is this what they call working nowadays?”

“Maxwell! Get out of here!”

“Sorry Anna, Jesus I can practically see the baby’s head appearing...” Covering up his wife, Liam’s eyes widened a she focused his gaze towards his friend.

“Maxwell this better be important. What’s up?”

“Ohhh I’ll give you a minute to clean yourselves up... I just needed to ask a favour... rather than sex, why not try giving her a spicy curry?” Maxwell suggested- Liam grit his teeth, his wife felt him become tense. Pulling her pants back up, she jumped into his arms and passionately kissed him.

“I love you Liam, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too my queen.” Reaching for the scotch, he was annoyed that his friend had cockblocked him in his own private space. Sighing as taking a sip, he hoped that this was important and not nonsense.

“So?”

“Erm, I had an SOS call from blossom last night...”

“Is she okay?” Liam asked in a panic stricken tone of voice- he cared for Riley beyond words even when she disappeared out of their lives.

“I’ve been speaking to her since we left, she’s having cold feet. I can’t go to the wedding tomorrow and watch her marry someone she doesn’t want to...”

Riley was at her final dress fitting, most brides would be excited the closer it got to their wedding day- but not her. Covering the bruise up with make up, she had hoped that the dress would cover it up- which it did, luckily. The night of her kiss with Drake she returned home, Harry immediately smelt whiskey and cologne on her- in a jealous rage he grabbed her arm pleading for the truth from her, which she eventually confessed. Loosening the grip, he apologised immediately for harming her - reviving his normal personality, the one she fell in love with. Ringing Maxwell up on the way to work; she needed advise but didn’t want to inform him of the injury on her arm.

“Hey Max!” Maxwell excused himself from the table, gesturing for Olivia and Hana to follow. Ever since he found out that they had been in touch with her over the years, he had been plotting with them a way to get her back in Cordonia. Since their return, Drake had kept himself to himself- not wanting to talk to anyone no matter how hard they tried to convince him.

“Hey Blossom, how are you?”

“I’m ... erm.... I’ll be fine. How’s Drake?”

“Quiet.” The two women answered in unison.

“Hey you two. Max.... I keep breaking hearts, everyone is going to hate me. I just don’t know what to do. I want to run. I want to scream. I cry all the time.”

“Do you want me to come now?”

“No. I’ve got this stupid rehearsal dinner. Shit. I can’t do this.”

“You’re the stupid bitch who fucked her boss, got engaged to him. If you don’t want this don’t do it!” Olivia snapped, she had spent three years being frustrated with Riley’s attitude- she wasn’t exactly Drakes biggest fan but at this moment in time she knew that they were made for each other.

“Max, I’ll see you in a couple of days- I expect a good speech at the wedding. Love you all.”

After reiterating the conversation on the phone, Maxwell’s eyes pleaded with his friend- the King, to help him. “So what favour do you need?”

“I need the jet... for a runaway car- well plane- well jet... you know what I mean.”

“And what if she marries him?”

“Then I’ll be travelling back in luxury your Majesty- but you know how persistent I am...”

“I hope you succeed in bringing her back. Take Glen with you. I’d suggest Bastien, but I’ll need him here.”

“Yes Sir. House Beaumont will revive.” I hope so, Liam thought to himself.

*****

Riley added the finishing touches to her bridal look, unable to look at herself in the mirror- guilt for breaking Drakes heart. Drake. That’s the man she was thinking about on her wedding day to another man. Even during the rehearsal dinner, her thoughts lingered on Drake Walker- wondering what he was doing, was he thinking about her too? Providing fake smiles towards everyone that attended the rehearsal dinner, Harry had no inkling regarding Riley’s true feelings- if she learnt anything from Cordonia it was from Liam- his stoic expressions. Holding the three handwritten letters in front of her, she had an hour to make a life changing decision.

Maxwell opened the door slowly yet quietly not wanting to announce his presence, viewing her staring at her reflection in a trance- his heart broke for her.

“Surprise Blossom!” Lifting the white lacy material up, she turned towards him- tears flowing down her face uncontrollably. “You look beautiful Riley, like a princess.. you should be happy.”

“I... I can’t do this.... I can’t marry him Max...”

“Well you know what to do....”

“What?”

“Take those shoes off before you break your neck and run. I’ll race ya.” Still undecided about what to do, Maxwell knelt down- removing her shoes. “You don’t want this Ri. Don’t put yourself through anymore heartbreak. Follow your heart.”

“Can you do me a favour? Can you give these letters to Harry and Lissy?”

“Of course. Who’s the other one for?”

“Drake. If I went through with it, I needed him to know the truth.”

“Well you can give him it yourself. Then maybe have make up sex.”

“Max! We haven’t even slept together before. We’ve just kissed.”

“But I bet you had scandalous dreams about doing more with the handsome commoner?”

“Shut the fuck up- are you getting me out of this marriage or not?”

“Yes Lady Riley Of House Beaumont- I will deliver the letters. Then we run.”

*****

“Yo dude....” Maxwell shouted walked down the aisle, over dramatically bowing to the guests.

“Shouldn’t you be walking down with my bride?”

“Yeah about that... here... sorry dude but you’re just not the one for her. Nice knowing ya. No hard feelings mate, soz. See ya.” Running back up the aisle, through the echo of gasps- he knew they had to run before Harry convinced her to marry him. Entering the room, he hoped she was ready to leave.

“Whatcha doing still in your dress?”

“I can’t get the zip down... fuck it. Let’s go, I’ve been looking at flights.....”

“Don’t bother, we are travelling in style- the jets waiting quick!” Grabbing her arm, she stopped him.

“I need my things Max.”

“Why do you think I was late? Glen broke into your house and literally threw everything into boxes.” Before Riley could react, he grabbed her hand again- leading her out of the hotel. Running into the middle of the road- he hoped a cab would stop.

“Max!”

“What?”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“But it worked it... so it’s all okay... jump in blossom.”

*****

After a long flight, they arrived back in Cordonia- Riley’s hair had become slightly dishevelled but Maxwell still believed she was still beautiful. Laying on his chest during the flight- he was eager to text Drake immediately, but decided against it. Feeling smug with himself for wedding crashing, he couldn’t wait to see everyone’s expression when he walked in with Riley.

Glen opened the door of the SUV when they arrived at Ramsford- Riley had fallen asleep again, deciding to carry her he was grateful that she was as light as a feather.

“Honey I’m home!” Maxwell shouted, laughing to himself. Walking into the lounge, he saw all their friends look gobsmacked that the spare heir, the ‘dopey’ friend had succeeded.

“What have you done to her? Drugged her?”

“Jet lag... why would I drug her Liv? Shh... she’s waking up... blossom? Welcome home baby.” Bertrand knelt down, he never believed in Riley during the social season but he was glad that she was home.

“Hello Lady Riley. Welcome back.” Helping her sit up, she rubbed her eyes- removing the remainder of sleep. Still wearing her engagement ring, looking at it made her for the first time feel guilty. “Thanks Bertrand. Nice to see you all.” Noticing that Drake wasn’t there she felt slightly disappointed but didn’t blame him one bit.

“Lady Riley, I’d like to introduce you to Queen Anna- my wife.”

“Hi Anna, Erm your Majesty. It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

“And you too. I’ve heard so much about you. All these lot ever do is talk about the infamous Riley. Especially Drake.” Providing her with a soft smile, Riley tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned his name. Noticing Liam and Anna hold each other tightly yet lovingly, Riley in a way was glad with how the past events occurred.

“Well I did cause quite a stir during my short time here.. I’m just going to get a drink of water, have a wander around. Get my bearings again.” Maxwell was about to become her shadow until Olivia pulled him back down.

“What the fuck Olivia?”

“She needs this time alone...” Emphasising the word alone, everyone but Maxwell knew what she was referring to.

****

After helping herself to a glass of water, her mind led her to the ballroom. Closing her eyes, her memories from the infamous Beaumont bash rushed through her mind.

Welcome to the Beaumont Bash... you’ll recognise some of these fine floral arrangements as yours...

Brooks... you look...

Yes?

Ready for the party. Everything here really came together.

I know, right? Though... you don’t look like you’re dressed for the occasion.

You don’t like this look? This shirts clean.

I guess that’s the most I should expect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up for these fancy events. It might be a nice change of pace.

Eh. Fashion is subject. Besides, people are here to see the prince, not me.

“Not everyone was here to see Liam. I wonder if Maxwell wants a replay of truth or dare tonight? If I was stranded on a deserted island, where I’d never see anyone or any civilisation ever again- I’d always choose Drake.” Laughing at the memory, she raised her glass into the air- to friendship.

“Be honest Brooks, you just want me there so I’m suffering as much as you are.” Turning around following the location of the voice, she believed that she was hallucinating. Seeing him leaning against the wall, folding his arms wearing that infamous smirk- she placed the water on the windowsill.

“Mostly just to see how you’d look in a grass skirt.” Both deciding to walk towards each other, closing the distance- Riley jumped into his arms holding him tightly. Leaning down kissing her, it somehow wasn’t the same as before. In his mind, this time someone had actually chosen him or so he hoped. Parting away from the brief reunion kiss- they stared at one another longingly, neither knowing what to do next. Drake still held her protectively and leaned back in- their lips crashing together, their tongues battling against each other’s, both fighting for dominance. Placing her back on the ground, he pulled her flush towards him- laying her head on his broad chest, she listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat increasing.

“I knew you’d change your mind. I knew you’d come.”

[dialoversotaka]

50 questions about me

Rules: fill this out and tag at least one person you’d like to know more about! Or just fill it out! Or don’t! Answer only some of them! Make up your own questions! “What kind of requirement is that”, you ask? A reasonable one! Who am I to tell you what to do? Anything goes!

Tagged by @shadyraisincookie

1. What kind of food can’t you stand? Spicy food, it’s rlly bad for me

2. If you could choose one minor inconvenience to never have to deal with again, what would you pick? There are so many things i don’t even know where to start…

3. Have you got any useless talents? I know how to roll my tongue into a 3 leaf clover

4. If you were really really good at one thing, what would it be? Knowing ppl’s true feelings/ thoughts (I’m so DENSE when it comes to ppl’s true thoughts/ feelings, if they don’t tell me what they feel/think or show it explicitly i’ll never know)

5. Name a few people you think are extremely good-looking: Ian Somerhalder, Tommy Karevik, Jared Leto (it’s a big list so i’ll stop here)

6. What was your favorite way to pass the time as a kid? Reading books (i get so lazy to do it nowadays)

7. What is something you’re proud of? I can summarize rlly long things and i can develop rlly big stories from one phrase

8. What’s one character flaw in people that you just can’t tolerate? Ppl who hide their true personalities

9. Do you consider yourself to be more of a leader or a follower? It rlly depends on the situation I’m in, sometimes i like to be the leader, but if there’s someone who’s way better than me to do it then i don’t mind staying as a follower

10. What kind of student are/were you? I’m the kind of student who doesn’t study and gets good grades (if it’s maths though, i’ll have to cram the day before if i want to pass)

11. Butterfly effect question! Has there ever been a seemingly minor decision you’ve made (at the time) that ended up having a profound influence on your life? Starting to watch subbed movies (i mean, my english was always good, but it improved a lot when i started to watch them in their original language)

12. Name your most irrational fear/ aversion: Losing a member of my family (i get so paranoid about it, you have no idea)

13. Are there any fictional characters you find especially relatable? I always get related to so many characters, it’s rlly hard to mention a specific one

14. If you drink, what kind of drunk are you? Alternatively, what sort of person are you at parties? I don’t like to drink and i’m the kind of person who sits with my cellphone till the party’s over (i’m not a sociable person soo…)

15. Do you fall in love easily? Or does it usually take a long time for you to trust someone? I develop some kind of interest, but to rlly come to love someone other than my family takes at least a year or 2

16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends? I think i already have both?

17. Do you consider yourself to be more of a slob or a neat-freak? When it’s my own room i’m kind of a slob, but if i’m in a school trip i’ll probably be the neatest in the whole school

18. Describe a place (imaginary or real) that you would find incredibly cozy: Any house in a state called Teresópolis (It’s in Rio de Janeiro), every house there is so CUTE, idk why but I feel so cozy just by looking at them

19. Do you have kids? If not, do you want them someday? I want to have kids someday

20. What was your favorite book as a child? It was (and still is) ‘’The Lord of the Rings’‘

21. Name one thing you just don’t get what all the hype is about: Fidget spinners, they’re like meh

22. Name one thing that you think is tragically underrated: The Versus Song ‘’Die is Cast’’, it’s so AWESOME but not many ppl know it

23. If you had to be glued to a person for a month, real or fictional (who you have never met), who would you choose? I wouldn’t choose anyone, i don’t like meeting new ppl so much, so being glued to her for 1 month is impossible (but when i get to know the person, i get very flexible)

24. What’s something you’d like the chance to do someday: Go to Japan! 

25. Do you typically speak your mind when you have a controversial opinion? Or do generally prefer to not rock the boat? i don’t generally hold back, so I speak my mind without being afraid of what ppl will think

26. What’s the dumbest fad you’ve been caught up in? Getting overly excited to see that my favorite manga ‘’Devils Line’’ was being translated again (I cried out of happiness… i know it’s too much, but it’s such a great manga and it had so few chapters translated, i thought i’d never read it again, but then a miracle happened, i thank God every day for it)

27. What’s something you thought was cool as a kid/adolescent, but now cringe at yourself for? Speaking rlly formally and using difficult words when i was 7 years old (i had to stop cuz ppl didn’t understand me well…)

28. What’s a trait you consider to be very admirable? Ppl who admit their mistakes and are willing to fix them

29. Is there a particular kind of item people always tend to give you as gifts? I can’t think of anything…

30. Do you speak multiple languages? Which ones? In order of fluency: portuguese, english and still learning hebrew and japanese (i don’ wanna brag, but what can i do if it’s true?)

31. Would you rather live in the big city or the countryside? I can’t choose, i like both!

32. Has there ever been something you were certain you’d hate, but ended up loving? Starting my high school in Israel. I thought everyone would hate me in there and it would be awful, but the girls in my school are so nice, the mood is light and everyone gets along well, i rlly like it

33. Do you mind being the center of attention, or do you prefer the spotlight to be on someone else? I don’t like being in the center, i get too nervous if everyone suddenly starts noticing me

34. Favorite holiday? Hanukkah (not joking, i’m jew)

35. Are you a more go-with-the-flow type of person, or do you need to have things planned meticulously? If it’s on a competition or a risky situation, i do my best so nothing goes wrong, but most of the times i just go like ‘’que será, será’’ (what will be, will be)

36. Is there something you loved so much you wish you could forget it and experience it all over again? Going to Disneyland

37. What hobbies do you have? Mostly drawing, singing and analizing situations (like pretending to be a detective haha)

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have? I’d want to be able to fly, it would be super useful

39. Something people are always surprised to learn about you: That i get rlly scary when i’m angry bcz i’m cute and it doesn’t seem like i’d explode so easily (altough depending on the situation i cool down rlly fast)

40. Something that took you way too long to figure out: Finding out the order of the DL games (I was rlly struggling to know it back then, but now i feel dumb about it…)

41. Worst injury you’ve had? When i was 8 i crashed my bike in the corner of a pillar in my playground and i opened a medium ‘’V’’ scar in my left knee (i screamed so loud it seemed like the world had stopped) and it hurt so much, my parents got rlly worried (although it hurt more when the doc put the anesthesia than when he sewed it…)

42. Any morbid fascinations? Any horror movies/ games (specially Corpse Party or The Evil Within)

43. Describe your sense of humor: It’s one of the traits ppl know me for, so  it’s very good 

44. If you had to be born in another era/place, which would you choose? I’m fine with this era, thank you very much

45. Something you are irredeemably bad at: Always judging ppl for bad

46. Something that sucked but you’re glad you went through: That misunderstanding that happened about my HDB translation posts, but we always have something to learn from everything that happens

47. Would you rather have a really godawful ugly tattoo in a place that is only slightly inconvenient to conceal with clothing (upper arm, thigh, etc.), or the coolest, most beautiful tattoo ever in the middle of your face? I don’t like tattoos, so neither of them

48. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist? I’m more of a realist, but between those 2 i’d say pessimist

49. What would be the most flattering compliment someone could give you? That I’m as smart as Kira haha

50. Something you feel people often misunderstand about you: Ppl think I’m like Ayato, but in reality i’m a Reiji at heart

My tag goes to @vampiretsuki. That’s it guys! Hope you found it interesting! See ya~!