That is, when I'm not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political actions slash performance-art pieces, or having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model. I was briefly a runway model. I hate the A.M. I hate the P.M. I hate labels. I'm not a hero because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat.
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This right here was the moment I realized that there wasn't going to be a love triangle with Hobie and Miles. Because Hobie tells Gwen she left her jumper at his place, and she also left one at Miles'. It's the one his mom picks up off of Miles' bed when they go to talk to him after the party.
Gwen isn't looking for romance right now, her entire life has fallen to hell. She doesn't have a car to pack a go bag in or an apartment at the Spider Society, Gwen is functionally homeless right now. So she's having to create and hide caches of her belongings in the places she feels safest. Hobie and Miles are on the same level in her mind, because they're the closest thing she has to home right now.
And as someone who had to run for their safety it's hard to put it into words at times, the effect it has on you. I kept a bag in my trunk for 5 years ready to drop damn near every possession in my life at a moments notice. It's so hard going through life so untethered, never feeling like you can hold onto anything or show that it has value to you because you have to be ready to drop it and run or it will be used against you.
So seeing Gwen do this, put this much trust in these two people to leave her belongings with them, because she knows that they would never use them against her is so telling. It shows that Gwen thinks the world of Miles. And to have that there, that show of trust for those of us who know what it means without it coming across as poor, pitiful Gwen is amazing. And there's never a moment depicting her as incapable or wrong for her home situation, she's struggling but it doesn't become the main focus of her story arc. Her safe places, her trust in Hobie and Miles is never compromised or lost due to a romance subplot.
I really love just how much depth there is to every layer of this film, how complicated all these characters are. They can be good or bad, have made mistakes and still be these fantastically compelling characters with so much driving their motivations and beliefs.
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Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣
Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss
Have a good day!
Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):
"What are you wearing?"
You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.
"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.
"What are you wearing?"
Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.
You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."
A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.
"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"
He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.
"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."
He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.
His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.
"It reeks of male."
You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"
His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...
"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.
You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.
"Sugu-"
"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."
Hope you liked bb!!
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