seeing ur hc about anastacha and francis makes me wanna know now, whats ur hc for nacha and francis? or nacha and anastacha in general, bc theyre family is so cute (francis and nacha r still married in my head </3)
So cute you keep them as a married couple in your head haha 💖💖
For Nacha and Anastacha
Too much energy mom and zero to no energy daughter
Their love and care for each other is mutual, Nacha would do anything to protect her girl, and even tho sometimes Ann doesn't match her mom's vibes or isn't too cheerful about general stuff, she'll show care in different ways.
Besides of her mom, the rest of the world is very "whatever" to Anastacha.
Nacha will do Ann's pigtails for school every morning, she has done it since she was very little and hasn't figured how much she has grown already.
Unlike Ann and her dad, Nacha is OBSESSED with Elvis Presley and will blast his music every weekend.
They enjoy hanging out with the twins, Lois, Margarette, Gloria, Raftellyn and Mia. All women have a strong bond and trust each other for everything 💞 (tho Ann tries to stay away from those who pinch her cheeks bc of "how much she's grown")
For Francis and Nacha...
Currently is generally awkward, tho Francis doesn't care that much to this point, but Nacha will rush to her apartment if she sees him close.
They loved watching outdoor movies when they were together.
She's a chef so I believe they met at the restaurant she was working, while Francis was delivering milk, and his attention was brought to the lead chef that would make everyone move around, but when those big blue and green eyes made contact with him, he immediately knew he wanted to know everything about her.
She approached and asked him "do you need me to sign something?", and it took him 15 SECONDS to react.
He'd purposefuly say he forgot to bring something, again and again, to repeatedly visit Nacha during the day.
He wasn't shy at all, but took him fair enough to invite her out to dinner.
First kiss was on the dance floor, while "The Great Pretender" by The Platters was playing... Really bad song to listen to after the break up.
The doppels situation will inevitably make them talk to each other again, leading to slowly care for one another and help the neighbors... Together.
I'm sleepy, this is what I can think of rn lol
Loved thinking of it!!
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it feels impossible (it's not impossible)
✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader
— 'cause you are the one i was meant to find.
w.count → 2k
genre → romcom, fluff
warnings → minor cussing (as per usual, heh), chan refered to as chris
a.n → i'm usually not the type to write this long simply because i'm easily distracted and have the tendency to abandon projects, but hey! this one prevails :] hopefully next time i can write even longer fics<3
honestly, you thought you were going crazy when the same melody restarted on chris’ speaker for the nth time today. it’s not that the song is bad—you do actually love ‘rewrite the stars’. you’re a fan of the movie, much like chris is, but putting the song on loop? for hours a day? for weeks? your sense of fanship isn’t that strong, especially when the song’s been out in circulation for years now.
“you wanna hear a theory?”
your question easily turns chris’ focus away from the endless papers he had to grade by the end of the day and towards you, raising an eyebrow to the sudden break of silence. his eyes visibly twinkled, contemplating if he should entertain the idea of putting on his regular-26-year-old suit over the professional-high-school-teacher ones he’d been in for the past couple hours or so.
well, to be fair, chris hasn't even been focusing on the pages of essays he needed to check. not when his mind has been preoccupied with something—someone—else.
“shoot,” he eventually replied with a lopsided smile etched on his lips—head cocked to the side when he finally decided to shut the screen of his decorated silver laptop, offering you his entire attention. “it better be funny or entertaining, considering i’m risking losing my hearing to my kids’ complaints for not returning their papers on time tomorrow.”
“oooh, pressure,” you mocked, a wide grin appearing on your face while you try to ignore the rush of tingles under your skin when you noticed the way chris referred to his students as ‘my kids’—something he’d always done and so do you, but somehow had a different effect on you as of recent. “believe me, it’s something fun,” you hummed with a shrug, mirroring chris as you set your laptop aside.
chris’ pair of charming dimples came into view upon your confident reply, fully immersed in the stage you’re setting up. fabric of his gray couch, one where you two had been slowly melting into for a few hours now, gently rustled when chris fixed his posture, less from lazing around and more into focusing on you and whatever nonsense he believed you were going to say. the glint in his eyes grew brighter by the second, both from anticipation and excitement.
“tell me.”
it felt like spring—when the flowers were in bloom, the breeze was blowing ever-so-gently against your warm cheeks, and the swarm of butterflies were surrounding you with its pairs of fluttering wings.
chris made you feel like spring.
“gee, tone down the excitement, mr. bahng,” you inadvertently shifted away, silently praying to whatever force ruling the universe that chris wasn’t aware of the way your heartbeat spiked to his playful grin. “don’t want to disappoint you there.”
”as if you could ever,” chris promptly refuted with a chuckle, chin resting on the palm of his hand. the way his playful gaze was directed right at you, framed by those loose curls of his, proved to cause your heart more problems than ease. “the ever-so-perfect you? a disappointment? really?”
”oh shut up,” you groaned, half wanting to wipe the cocky smirk off his face—or…?
”but then, if you say so, do tell me,” frown on your forehead instantly dissipates, replaced by a mirror of his lopsided grin when you figured you could turn the bullet right back at its owner,
“am i perfectly on point when i say you’re in love?”
despite the slight pang on your heart, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his face fades into surprise, a shade of blush slowly creeping on the top of his cheekbones.
the topic of love was never really something you discussed with chris. sure, you two met each other in college where hormones were bursting through the roof, but neither you or chris was interested in dating anyone—you with your slowly budding crush on chris, and chris with… god-knows-what he’s interested in. you never pried, for the sake of not making things awkward. that's your norm, and how you’ve spent your last 7 years with chris.
you and chris remained friends, which at some point evolved into best friends (you now, by the hey-i’m-bored-at-2am-let’s-hang kind of standard), and somehow, you two happened to land a teaching job within the same district around the same time. chris went to teach a reputable high school in the area, while you pursue your dream of teaching kids. you hang out at each other’s place every other day, despite the time you spent together consists mostly of being nose-deep in your respective workload.
the topic of love still was something foreign—you wouldn’t deliberately bring it up other than around the occasions when wedding invites stopped by yours or chris’ doorstep.
maybe, it’s time to change that.
”…huh?”
chris is thoroughly perplexed.
”oh come on, don’t even try to lie,” with a smile decorated with victory, you finally teased the man across. “it’s all written in your face, you know,” you continued, fingers gesturing to your own, “but also, your choice of song. god, do you even listen to anything else when you're in love?”
“but i'm not!” he yelped, facepalming himself upon realizing the shift in his tone is a dead giveaway of his true voice. “god—no. i'm not,” he added meekly, shaking his head, “you know i love the song. that's all.”
”fair enough,” acknowledging his plea, you briefly nod, “but that doesn’t justify the way you’ve been keeping the song on repeat! and don’t you think i don’t remember the few other occurrences when you did the same, because i knew for a fact that something happened every time you became distant after going through this rewrite the stars cycle!”
if his face were flushed before, then you’d categorize this new shade apparent on the tip of his ear as a what-the-fuck-i’m-screwed kind of blush and frankly, seeing this new side of him kind of made you regret not bringing the topic up sooner.
”you remembered?” his voice sounded more of a squeak rather than a proper question, still hiding behind the safety of his palms. “no you don’t! that was ages ago!”
”so things did happen!” your grin turned into a laugh, drowning chris’ groan and series of disapproving no when he realized he just bit into your colorful, glimmering bait. “gosh—why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? i was kinda hurt whenever that happened you know,” you purse your lips dramatically, “i lost a friend to talk to and never exactly know the reason why until today.”
“oh,” chris blinked, finally looking right at you with a puzzled gaze, “you… were? i mean—i’m sorry i hurt you. for the record, i wasn’t dating anyone. i just kinda assumed, you know, since you were dating someone else anyway i thought—“
”hold up—“ both statements rolling off of chris’ lips inadvertently made you hold up a hand, stopping the latter on his tracks. ”what?”
now both of you are puzzled.
you? dating someone?
”i just wanted to give you space,” chris reiterated, hand now awkwardly resting on his equally red nape, “figured you’d want that since me being around will likely bring trouble for you and the person you were dating.”
”but… i haven’t dated anyone since we became friends?”
you’re thoroughly confused.
”wait, what?” chris shook his head in disbelief, “what do you mean you haven’t dated anyone? what about the notes? and the flowers? and the chocolates too! what do you—what do you mean?”
nevermind, now you’re thoroughly confused.
”the ones from back in college?” your memories were not exactly as clear as you expected it to be, but you do remember receiving those gifts a few times due to its absurdity. “that was all from the rich ass kid i tutored! the one who i told you kept teasing me about never receiving any valentine's day gift? that kid? they sent me those gifts as a prank!”
“…what?”
the amount of ‘what’ you two have said in the past few exchanges is ridiculous.
”god—you thought i’ve been dating and never told you?” you finally pieced the puzzle together, incredulous. “and that’s why you distanced yourself? dude, are you serious?”
”well i just assumed!” chris raised his hands in defense, equally as incredulous as you are, “to be fair, those are usually gifts you get for someone you like! how am i supposed to know it’s from the kid you tutored? you never tried to told me!”
”you could’ve asked?” you stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. sometimes, despite that brilliant brain of his, chris could be quite the foolish one between the two of you. “besides, i thought you knew! you literally read the cards!”
”wha—how do you expect me to digest any of that when i was under the assumption someone i like is dating someone else!”
silence befalls chris’ usually cozy living room, leaving the soft resounding melody that hadn’t stopped as the only sound filling up the space. you’re not even sure if your ears were actually catching the right words falling from his lips; it felt too much like a fever dream. judging from the way his eyes turned wide, however,
you might have heard him correctly.
”you… like me?”
you never imagined you’d piece those words together, much less directing them towards chris. hell, even by remaining as friends was enough for you—having him to yourself was not something you thought would ever happen in this lifetime. you’re happy as you were; you’re content with being friends.
chris, on the other hand, is still visibly trying to digest the events that just unfolded around him. from the misunderstanding to unintentionally confessing his feelings, this was not how he expected his Sunday evening to be. all he wanted to do was be near the one person he’d been secretly nurturing his feelings for, praying that maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage before everything was too late—but this was not how he expected things to turn out.
”i’m sorry,” he finally croaked, breaking the suffocating silence whilst also being too embarrassed to even look you in the eye, “i know it’s weird—from the misunderstanding to, you know, what i said. i never intended for you to find out about it this way. i understand that you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, you—“
”oh shut up,” you capped his ramblings short, catching chris off guard. it’s not often you cut him off when he speak, so when you do, he knew you meant it.
“just, what?” you sighed, fingers begin massaging the throb on your temple. it’s hard to decipher what you’re currently feeling as a whole, but one thing you know for sure— you’re especially bothered by his last statement.
“chris, how would you even know what i feel if you’ve never even asked me?”
you watched through his pair of curious eyes as thoughts ran inside his mind, slowly deciphering what you meant with the sudden calmness in your voice.
“uh,” finally managing the train of assumptions in his head, chris then looked at you—only now, with a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes, “do you... like me? like, more than just friends?”
and to that, you finally nodded.
“yeah, you dumbass. for the longest time.”
watching the way chris’ smile bloom easily turned you into another smiling mess—not missing the giggles nor the flush on your cheeks and all. It feels dumb, realizing that you’ve been into each other for forever but never realizing it because of some stupid misunderstanding.
“and i like you too,” chris reiterated, his goofy smile erasing any trace of worry that was present on his face just a second ago. honest to god—you thought you were falling in love all over again for chris.
“in that case...” he shrugged before outstretching a hand, trying his best to play things cool despite the growing excitement in his eyes,
“will you officially be my partner in crime?”
sound of your laugh only fuels the warmth spreading within chris’ heart—and it felt like the way he spent all those countless nights, wishing that one day the stars would eventually align for him finally paid off as you held his hand in yours, smiling brighter than any stars ever discovered.
“gladly.”
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please dont block me for this im not trying to be contrarian or start shit i Promise
while i definitely don't feel great about what fig did to ruben during this season, i do think that last bit with fig monologuing was partially emily being frustrated that none of her effort towards ruben amounted to much at all? like the fake death of wanda childa, in my eyes, was her trying to manipulate him into turning on his allies. and even though that is fucked up i saw most of her actions towards ruben as an attempt to like. convince him to abandon the fucked up toxic dynamic hes in or even maybe wanting to go against porter and get help. again, this isn't good, but i think that fig going "it was me the whole time" was her deciding that she had to tell him at some point and figured the death was the best time because she was still holding out on him, like she even said "there's a way out of this" at the beginning of the fight. i still don't think what she did was right but i do think it's worth pointing out that fig tried multiple times to get ruben to switch sides, even if those attempts weren't effective.
i think her words were partially anger from emily, and partially anger that she tried so hard to flip ruben the entire season and it didn't work.
(now i think brennan specifically chose to have ruben not respond to the dialogue that fig-as-wanda said bc he had specifically planned for ruben being in the fight and didn't want the bad kids to have a level 20 wizard on their side, but the point is that she tried to offer a different choice to ruben twice and he ignored both, which, i can understand because he's been brainwashed and manipulated and also he's probably not super enthusiastic about the idea of hurting his only friends, but i also think fig didn't realize how deep in he was and didn't make the best choices and figured flipping him would've been A Lot Easier)
basically i think fig's words and actions weren't great but i do think she was trying to help him in a fucked up way, and if we can acknowledge that the rat grinders just wanted recognition and were willing to achieve it through fucked up means (like the death ritual is fucked up even if they knew they'd come back) like killing buddy to trap the bad kids and trying to kill them in a flying ship and trying to fuck up the last stand fight so they'd fail... like. i just think ruben's probably not gonna stay dead anyway (i could be fully wrong i just dont think harry hopclap would let that happen) and while fig did messed up shit in her attempts to help ruben, ruben also did messed up shit with his friends in a group attempt to just. idk. kill the bad kids.
im not saying this makes him a bad character i just genuinely find it fun to talk about characters and stuff i just wanted to point out some interpretations of fig's actions that dont validate them but make them make a bit more sense imo.
sorry if this is stupid or annoying
Hey, this is obviously in good faith and I actually very much appreciate that you value what I have to say and are interested in engaging with me when you might perceive a disagreement.
I 100% agree that while taking the RGs' actions seriously means taking the BKs' actions seriously, it cuts both ways the other way too. They both have what could be called extenuating circumstances. If I write any fic or anything incorporating any of this, I would definitely say the Bad Kids were affected by the rage ritual to make it even that there was magical compulsion on both, on top of both being teens in high stress situations.
I don't actually have strong feelings against Fig for any of this. You're absolutely right that she was trying to flip him with the death of Wanda Childa. (Insane. But true, and it fits with her established inability to sign her own name on gifts to her friends.) It's also true it was partially meta. I mean she literally used the word "season."
What I have is strong feelings for Ruben. There are a lot of strong feelings for different characters among various people in this fandom, and when some of those characters are on opposing teams... yeah. There can be clashes, even when everyone is in as good faith as you are, which unfortunately isn't always the case.
One of my posts that you're referring to, I made because I've had multiple times, completely unprompted, people walk into fun fandom conversations I'm having and try to shut it down by telling us "it's not that deep, it's a tv show, omg it's a bit you're not allowed to take it seriously even though we are constantly taking bits seriously when it reflects well or tragically on the protagonists," etc. Outside of that context I can see how it might look like Fig is the issue to me, but the actual issue to me is fandom behavior.
My lack of faith that Ruben will be brought back isn't a judgment of the Bad Kids either. I've just gotten super invested in this dopey guy. I don't want to be disappointed. I hope you're right. I hope the uncomfortable situation with Fig sentencing him to manual labor is reversed. I am keeping my expectations low though. If it's not reversed... I'm still not gonna start a campaign against Fig.
She's absolutely a flawed, developed, well rounded, complicated woman.
I also want to say that I understand people having a defensive reaction particularly for Emily and Fig. Emily has been the subject of extreme misogyny from fans in the past. She's been criticized unreasonably to justify it. That's not okay. She's done nothing deserving any harassment or anything to make me think less of her as a person.
Also, Ruben is Black. It is my sincere belief that his reception in the fandom (not by the cast) would have been different if he was white. It was very odd to see literally no posts emoting about him or even Henry immediately after the episode where Jace shut down Henry in a very charged way. (Plenty of people dont put their posts in the tags or communicate mostly through tags on reblogs so I'm not saying no empathy existed, but I didn't see it.) Not everyone thought Henry was actually the evil one in that scene somehow, but the people who talked about it otherwise were just from a solving the mystery angle, not doing the fandom thing about the characters.
It was odd to see that, particularly followed by the outpouring of support for Buddy. Even controlling for "one of these was murder," idk it sat weird with me. More people were theorizing that Henry was evil after that scene. More people reacted with emotion to finding out that Ruben voted to upset Kipperlilly! That one's not murder!
Part of the reason I ended up with the approach that I have to Ruben, is because of that experience, of seeing him as a neglected character and realizing what pattern that matched. (For clarity as I talk about these issues more in depth, I am only part white but entirely nonblack myself.)
Ruben is no longer so neglected by the fandom. But, I still feel an urge to primarily make sure that his perspective is represented in the fandom, so to speak.
Fandoms are like ecosystems. It's not racist to not post about or emote about Ruben, it's not automatically racist to actively dislike him. Not everyone has to fill every niche in the ecosystem. But somebody should, for a healthier fandom. And this is kind of where I've parked myself.
Fig needs to be stanned and represented too, and thank you for putting this thought into her and sharing it with me.
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