#IVE RAMBLED ON SO LONG SORRY IM RUNNING OUT OF TAGS but yeah. there's That answer
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Maybe u could do a Spencer besties to lovers? Like they've known each other a long time yk
Thankssss no pressure if ur busy ofc <3
It’s Always Been You
cw: reader has a boyf who she breaks up w bc he’s an alchaholic!! don’t read if you aren’t comfortable, i’ll catch you another time ml 💛
a/n: EEK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON 🫶🫶💛💛 also im taking this as smosh spence not cm spence so feel free to re-request if you’d like <33 ps, ive written that he listens to pink floyd here so thats who syd barrett is if you don’t know :))
requests r open!!
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pairing: spencer agnew x fem!reader
florida, 2002
you and spencer were scurrying around in the freshly mown grass of his backyard, playing tag.
“you didn’t get me, you cheated!” you exclaim, ducking as he reaches out to get you again, tumbling to the floor.
“did too!” spencer retorts, his grazed knees dropping to the floor so he can lean over you. he meets your eyes, pulls a tongue, and hoists himself back up to run to his tyre swing.
all 11 years you’d known, you’d known them with spencer. your moms had been great friends since way before you were born, being in the same book club. or was it an art night? you didn’t exactly know, but you did know that because your moms were best friends, so were you and spencer.
as you sprung back up to your feet, your moms watched your antics through the kitchen window.
“whoever can swing the other the highest gets to have the last red popsicle!” he yelled as you ran over
“oh you’re so on!”
your hands gripped the tyre and you pushed like your life depended on it.
“y’know,” your mom said “one day, they’re going to end up together.”
his mom looked over at yours and smiled,
“i’d be surprised if they didnt honestly!”
los angeles, 2024
you walk through the door of your apartment, and you kick the door closed behind you. your bag slides off your shoulder, and you throw your keys onto the dresser next to the door. you only manage a long groan before flopping onto the couch.
“heya, charlie!” you scrunch your face up as you feel your dog’s cold, wet nose press against your cheek, as he gently wags his tail
“i missed you too boy, work was so tiring today.” you work at smosh with spencer, and have done for the past seven years after you left your job at another channel to join him. it was basically the best decision you’d ever made, every day filled with laughs; practically just a 24/7 hangout. you work with spencer on smosh games, but rarely ever go on camera, even if spencer’s there. you enjoy it anyway though.
you sit up and scratch behind his ears. he wiggles his body contently at your fondness. and then your stomach growls. it made sense, it was currently 6:43pm, and you last ate at noon, so you get up and drag yourself to make some mac n cheese.
as the pasta boils your phone starts ringing.
its james.
rubbing your hands over your face, you answer the dreaded call from your boyfriend james.
“heyyy~ sweetheart, y’doin okay? you were hic bein’ a bit of a bitch today, didnt answe my calls, what, you hate me or sumn?” he rambles, most of his words just slurring off.
“james, are you drinking again?” your voice is agitated, hearing the chattering and low bass of a bar in the background.
you know he has a problem, and you’ve tried to get him to stop so many times. but you just can’t. he just won’t take your help.
“wha- i mean- well- no- but um- well y’r just gonna be mad at me like y’allways are” he stammers, not wanting to tell you the truth.
“no, i’m done with this. you say all this to me when you’re drunk, and then act like everything is fine! i’m sick of it! you spend so much time at the bar, and its the only place we ever go on dates, and i just end up babysitting! so yeah i am mad! but for the last time! fuck you james.”
you hang up.
you start to tear up, the knot in your chest tight as your emotions come rushing to you, face heating up as tears begin to fall. the hissing of something behind you snaps you out of it.
“shit!” you rush over to to your stove, where the water from your pasta spills over the sides, the flames licking at the bottom of the pan.you take it off the heat and turn it off. it looks done anyway. you add some butter, and, of course, cheese. stirring gently, you sob.
james was so nice to you, always showering you with gifts and praise and love. but it was all for nothing. he just didn’t love you like he loved drinking in the end.
pouring the mac n cheese into a bowl, you call spencer.
“hey lemon! how’s my favourite person this fine evening?” you smile at the nickname.
florida, 2007
“spencer, you’re a boy. why are you so complicated? i mean, its just annoying!” you walk into his bedroom after his mom let you in, clearly pissed off. being 16 isn’t fun, especially when boys you like are rude to you.
“what did he do?” spencer doesn’t look up from his computer, just slightly turn his head.
“he said that i must eat lemons because of how bitter i am. i mean come on!” you lie on his bed and watch him play runescape.
“lemon… hmph” he just smiles and continues whatever he was doing on his game.
“what? nothing to say? ugh! you suuuuuck!”
los angeles, 2024
“yeah, i mean, no. i broke up with james.” you sniffle, and eat a forkfull of your food, elbows resting on the cold marble of the kitchen island.
“i mean- um- yeah thats horrible…” he says
“you’re allowed to celebrate, i know you hated him. and so did everyone. but still. im fragile right now!” you giggle through your gentle tears
“well, i mean, honestly? glad he’s gone. he sucked dude. not sure why you didn’t do it sooner. well, one positive to come of this, your pillows won’t stink of beer next time i nap at yours!” he replies, clearly happy for you.
“yeah,” you chuckle at the memory of spencer falling asleep on your bed, then completing his hair smelt like budweiser “that is true.”
“all seriousness though, are you okay?” his voice is genuine this time, filled with concern.
“no, not really. it’s just… different i guess. but, not much has changed y’know? like, it already felt like he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore…” you begin to ramble for at least 20 minutes, only to be met with the occasional ‘mhmn’ and ‘yeah’ from spencer. mid sentence, there’s a knock at your door.
“oh one sec, someone’s here.” you get up from your table and swing the door open to see a very sympathetic looking spencer, two target bags in his hands.
your jaw is on the floor. you were just crying to him over the phone, and he’d stayed whilst going out to get what you can only assume is things like sour patch kids and vanilla ice cream, which you could see at the top of the bag. your favourites.
“girls night?” he smirked and raised the bags at his sides.
all you can do is smile ear to ear, and wrap him in a tight hug. he leaned into you, basking in your sweet citrusy perfume.
“you’re my favourite, spencie.” you say into his shoulder.
as you both walk inside, charlie comes bounding over to spencer, his favourite person.
“who’s a good boy! charlie is!” spencer was now crouchedby your kitchen island, fussing over your dog as you walked to put on something more comfortable. you slid on some track pants and an old atari hoodie. walking back into your kitchen, spencer has unpacked the bags, and is creating his favourite conconction, The Agnew Sundae. basically the most sickeningly sweet ice cream ever. his dad made it for you both in the summer, and it consisted of:
vanilla ice cream
chocolate syrup
caramel sauce
whipped cream
sprinkles
mini marshmallows
chocolate chips
m&ms
and some crushed oreos to finish.
god, you know you’re going to regret this later, but boy was it a good way to cheer you up.
also strewn on the counter was his switch and copy of animal crossing, a few of his dvd’s for you to watch, and his mom’s chocolate chip cookies.
“spencer, how on earth did you get these? your mom lives across the country!” you hold up the baggie, and raise an eyebrow.
he looks up from his ice cream assembly station, and smirks.
“a magician never- ow!”
you cut him off by lightly jabbing his arm
“okay okay, she visited not to long ago - when she took you to the mall? and she gave me these to freeze and keep for an important event. i think she’d agree this is important.” you cant help but smile at his remark. you missed you moms.
“i’ll have to ring her later to thank her.” you say.
the night goes on, and you and spencer sit on the couch under a blanket watching barbie princess charm school. because what else are you going to watch?
as the movie goes on, and the effects of the agnew sundae kick in; you were dozing off on his shoulder. towards the end of the movie, so does he. he drifts off, comforted by your soft hair occasionally brushing against his face.
you stir awake, the sun beaming into your eyes through your semi-open blinds, and you’re hit by a wave of memory. everything that happened last night comes flooding back.
james’ call.
spencer’s call.
spencer showing up for you.
at the latter, you smile slightly. you prop yourself up on the sofa, and notice the absence of spencer’s warmth by you. frowning slightly, you walk into the kitchen.
“morning sleepyhead” his sweet voice rings through the room
“hey. i thought you’d’ve gone home”
“no, im not that mean! who do you take me for?” he retorts, his attention turning back to the pancakes on the stove.
“pancakes? what time is it?” you come up behind him, putting your chin on his shoulder.
“yeah, and it’s about 10:30.” he leant his head on yours, flipping one. you had to admit, they look pretty good.
“10:30!?” you lift you head in surprise, looking at your phone “shouldn’t we be in work?”
“nope, i called us in sick. said my mom was having surgery. which she is, but i made it sound dramatic so we could stay off.” he looks at you, and smiles slightly.
“well, send her my love! i think i’ll go get dressed now.” he hummed, and you left the room.
opening your closet, you pick out a yellow baggy t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. you pull on some fluffy socks, and slip on a zip up hoodie. walking back out into the living room, spencer walks in with two plates piled high with pancakes, drenched in syrup and strawberries
“so,” you say, a fork full of pancakes in your mouth. “whats the plan for today?”
he looks over at you, and shrugs slightly. “not sure, we could go to the book store you like?”
“ah, you know the way to a girl’s heart“ you put a hand over your chest and giggle a bit.
a few hours later, you walk into the store, door creaking just a bit as a small brass bell chimes overhead. the air is filled with a comforting mix of old paper, leather bindings, and a hint of freshly brewed coffee from the corner cafe that you and spencer like to get tea from. you breathe it in deeply, a sense of calm washing over you. as you walk over the creaky wooden floorboards beneath you, soft warm light filters down from antique lamps, and cast a gentle glow over the rows of books. you ghost your fingertips over the cloth spines while the quiet murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional rustling of pages create a soothing background noise, almost like a lullaby. through spencer’s airpods, syd barrett serenades you both, and his voice blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the store.
“anything good today lemon?” spencer says as he shimmies up next to you in the aisle of towering book shelves, his voice like honey rolling off his tongue. his hair was unruly as always, but he looked so pretty in this light. his face was littered with freckles that you wish you could kiss. he’s smiling at you, and it snaps you back to reality, and reminds you of the fact you’re staring at him
“uh, yeah, i think i’ll get this one” you smile back, holding up a copy of memoirs of a geisha by arthur golden
“cool, shayne likes that one i think. but he likes every book so…” he smiles at his own remark “um, you want me to grab our normal seats in the cafe while you pay for that?”
“yes, please!” you reply eagerly, smiling as he walked off.
you walk up to the cashier, an older lady who always gives you a bookmark.
“thank you m’darlin’, have a lovely day!”
“you too mrs bryson!” you reply, heading over to spencer who’s sat in some plush leather armchairs. as you sit in comfortable silence with him, time seems to slow down, and for a moment, it's just you, spencer, the books, and the comforting atmosphere of this charming bookstore.
“i got you your sweet tea.” he says, handing you a plastic cup filled with your favourite tea.
he remembered.
fuck.
you were in love with spencer agnew, and it took you him handing you your favourite tea to realise it.
“thanks spence.” you say, still grasping the feelings in your chest.
while you read you book and drink your tea, you feel your attention drifting to him. you can't help but glance up from the pages every now and then, watching him as he sits across from you, his focus on his own book. his fingers absently tracing the rim of his coffee mug, his brow furrowing as he reads. the way the sunlight filters through the small window, casting a warm glow across his hair, highlighting the subtle streaks of lighter brown among his dark curls. you find yourself smiling at the sight of him, wondering when these small, mundane moments began to mean so much to you. the bookstore is quiet, aside for the murmur of others reading or talking in hushed tones. yet, with spencer sitting just a few feet away, the world feels like it's faded to the background. it's just you and him, sharing this space, this moment. you watch the way his lips move slightly as he reads, how he occasionally tilts his head in concentration, and the way his eyes light up when he finds something particularly interesting. as he looks up and catches you watching him, you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. he smiles at you, a slow, easy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly look back down at your book, feeling your cheeks flush. but you can't help it; your gaze finds its way back to him, like he's the most interesting story in the room. he seems to notice the shift in the air between you. he closes his book and leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.
“everything okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.
“yeah,” you reply, trying to sound casual, though your heart is racing. “just... glad to be here with you.”
he nods, his smile growing a bit wider. “me too.”
as he settles back into his chair, you realize that this simple exchange has changed something. the air feels lighter, the connection between you stronger. you may have come here to read and relax, but now, sitting across from spencer, you know you've found something else entirely - something you never want to let go of.
as you leave the store, you’re panicking slightly as you realise you don’t know what to do. so instead you make up an excuse.
“i forgot my keys ," you blurt out, looking back at the bookstore. it's a thin excuse, but spencer doesn't seem to notice. he simply nods, a hint of concern in his eyes.
"do you want me to wait for you?" he asks, already reaching for his phone to check the time.
"no, it's fine," you reply quickly. "you can go ahead. i’ll just be a minute."
spencer seems reluctant to leave, but he nods, offering a warm smile before stepping out onto the street. you watch him walk away, his figure blending into the crowd as he heads toward the main crossing. your heart sinks a little as he disappears from view, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse.
the bookstore feels different now. the warm glow and soft murmurs are still there, but without spencer, it's like the color has faded a bit. you stand by the door, uncertain of what to do next. you could go back outside, catch up with him, and just say it. tell him how you feel. but the words seem stuck in your throat, and the thought of laying your feelings bare feels like too much, too soon.
you step back inside, pretending to look for something you might have left behind. the stacks of books seem to stretch endlessly in front of you, a maze of comforting distractions. you wander through the aisles, hoping to calm your racing thoughts, but all you can think about is spencer - his smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the warmth of his voice.
eventually, you find a quiet corner and sit down, closing your eyes for a moment. you know you have to do something. you can't just let him walk away without knowing how much he means to you. but the fear of rejection, of changing everything, feels overwhelming.
you realize you need time to sort through your feelings, to figure out the best way to approach this. with a heavy heart, you decide to make your way home, hoping the familiar surroundings will bring clarity. as you step out onto the street, the cool breeze brushes against your skin, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside you.
on the journey home, you replay the moments with spencer in your mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of how much he means to you. you know you can't keep hiding your feelings, but you also know you need to approach this with caution. as you unlock the door to your apartment, you make a silent promise to yourself—to take the time you need, to listen to your heart, and to find the courage to follow where it leads, even if it means risking everything for him.
when you get home, spencer tries calling you as he paces around his bedroom, his phone pressed against his ear. the ringing continues, but there's no answer. he frowns, feeling an uneasy twist in his stomach. maybe you're still in the bookstore. maybe your phone is on silent, or maybe you're just busy. he tells himself there's a reasonable explanation, but the doubt lingers.
as he walks to his kitchen, he dials again. this time, the call goes straight to voicemail. his instincts tell him something isn't right. the keys excuse felt odd, and your hurried departure only amplifies his worry. he takes a moment to think, then leaves his apartment, jumps in his car, starts the engine, and drives toward your apartment.
the streets pass in a blur as he navigates through the evening traffic, his mind racing with possibilities. he finds a parking spot near your building and heads to your door. the hallway is quiet, save for the distant sound of a tv from a neighbouring apartment. he takes a deep breath and knocks.
nothing.
he knocks again, this time a little louder. the knot in his stomach tightens. what if something's wrong? what if he's too late? he knocks a third time, and this time, he hears a faint rustling from inside. the door opens slowly, and there you are, standing in the doorway with a look of surprise and confusion.
"spence?" you say, blinking at him as if he's the last person you expected to see.
"i - i was worried," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "you didn't answer your phone, and i - i didn't know if you were okay."
you tilt your head, trying to process why he's here. his eyes search yours, and you can tell he's anxious, almost desperate to explain himself. "i'm fine," you say, "just had some stuff to think about."
he nods, but you can see he's not entirely convinced. there's something else, something deeper. he takes a step back, as if he's about to leave, but then he hesitates. "i - i have to tell you something," he blurts out, his words coming out in a rush. "i like you. like a lot. like i think i love you? and i know it might be weird, and i don't want to mess things up, but I just had to say it - because i couldn't keep it to myself anymore.”
he looks at you, his eyes full of emotions you can't quite decipher yet. you nod, urging him to continue, even though your own heart is racing. there's something in his gaze that makes you realize this isn't just any confession - this is something that's been building for a long time.
"i've liked you since we were kids," he says, almost breathlessly. "i mean, you were always the coolest person I knew. you didn't care what anyone else thought. you were smart and funny and just... so genuinely kind. i remember when we used to ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, and you'd always be the first one to try something new. like, remember when you climbed that huge tree in mr lawson's yard just because you wanted to see the view from the top? i thought you were so brave."
he chuckles softly, his gaze softening as he reminisces. "and then, when we got older, you were always there for me. when my parents split up, and i felt like everything was falling apart, you were the one who came over with a pizza and just listened. you didn't try to fix it; you just let me talk. that's something i've always loved about you. you're a great listener, and you care about people. like, really care."
he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes locking with yours. "it's not just that, though. It's the little things, too. the way you laugh at the dumbest of angela’s jokes, the way you get excited about your favorite books, and how you always know the right thing to say when I'm feeling down. you make everything feel... lighter, you know? like, even when things are tough, you find a way to make it better."
spencer pauses, his voice growing more earnest. "so yeah, i've um, been holding onto this for a while, and i just, couldn't keep pretending that i didn't feel this way. i like you - a lot. and i don't know if you feel the same way, but i just couldn't not tell you anymore."
he takes a step back, the tension in his shoulders indicating that he's prepared to leave if needed. "i don't want to make things weird between us. if you don't feel the same, that's okay. i just had to say it, because you're the best thing in my life, and i can't keep acting like you aren't."
his confession takes you by surprise, but as he speaks, you feel a surge of warmth in your chest. the words you were struggling to say are suddenly so clear, so obvious. you watch as he starts to turn away, his shoulders slumping in resignation. before he can take another step, you grab his arm and pull him back, your lips pressing against his in a gentle, yet desperate kiss.
he freezes for a moment, stunned by your sudden action, then his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. when you finally break the kiss, you look into his eyes, and there's no doubt, no hesitation.
"it's always been you," you whisper, your voice soft but sure. "you're my person, spencer."
he hugs you tightly, his grip firm and comforting, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. it's a perfect moment, one that feels like the beginning of something new, something beautiful.
and as you stand there in each other's embrace, you know that everything's going to be okay, because you have each other. and that's all that matters.
#spencer agnew x reader#spencer agnew#smosh#smoshyourheadin#angela giarratana#amanda lehan canto#arasha lalani#courtney miller#shayne topp
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could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!
omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!
tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )
as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton
aaron² hc's !!
reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3
they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout
sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time
u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice
as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!
they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so
anyway enough abt hamilton for now
there was def mutual pining
they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"
"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk
the way they attempted to "drop hints":
t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did
pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to
z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him
both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same
"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t
"...what?" -jesse
needless to say jesse was confused as hell
he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing
"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z
thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization
giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual
"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off
"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"
building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later
he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted
little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways
as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend
saying t was happy would be an understatement
the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered
choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red
"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"
well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably
"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!
after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug
but wait !! theres more !!
what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???
the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔
z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one
even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat
t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable
z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it
now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪
they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!
they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not
however theyre also 300% more flirty
by that i mean T is 300% more flirty
z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)
z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )
when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......
t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it
dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM
i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first
t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud
t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information
z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin
z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly
theyre so cute im throwing up in class
there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK
thank u for reading <3
#4town#turning red#4townie#4town aaron z#4town aaron t#aaron²#aaron t x aaron z#turning red headcanons#4town headcanons
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wait when u were talking about ur ex i thought u meant someone from ur past and sorry for asking but is it the same guy u recently celebrated an anniversary with?
you’re fine for asking!
short answer: yes. this is the same guy
long answer: unfortunately the guy i had just celebrated an anniversary with, i have since broke up with. we broke up a week after our anniversary and it’s honestly for the best! looking back on our relationship, he kept a lot of things from me that he should have told me from the beginning and i am sadden that i feel like i didn’t respect myself enough to see the signs earlier. the last straw was him asking something of me he knew going into i would never be okay with due to a previous partner experience, and in his response to my breakup text, he said he felt like he was running out of options to try and save our relationship. and he never once thought he should talk to me about the issues he was having. he would allude to having issues that he wanted to talk about, but never would say what the issues ever were. all the issues he was having were a shock to me the day we celebrated our anniversary and ultimately, his lack of transparency and his inability to have a conversation with me when things were hard led to the end.
i will be the first to admit i’m not the perfect partner, i have my own issues and insecurities and i tend to be a people pleaser no matter what. but i had always been open and honest about my wants and needs but he never returned the same sentiment. the past 10 days have been fine, ive had bouts of anger when i finally let myself look back on the relationship, but ultimately, im doing fine. i haven’t unfollowed him on social media because i didn’t want to be that petty ex and i have been trying to not to dwell on things as much because, alas, the world keeps spinning, bills still need to be paid, and i still have schoolwork to do.
however, moving forward, i will be doing the thing he most certainly has been fearing for since i told him, and i will not be pursuing a friendship with him. regardless of how things ended, im the type of person who isn’t friends with their exes (except one but really do not consider him as ex, he is one of my best friends) and because a high school ex, i tend to leave people before they can leave me. but, with how things ended, if he could not respect me in a relationship, how am i supposed to expect him respecting me in a friendship? its not fair to me to go above and beyond to make sure things work out while not respecting my own boundaries just so he can feel better about having me in his life. i also will not be telling him since, you know, he couldn’t tell me shit. he’ll come to that realization on his own. im not going to disrespect my own boundaries just so he has closure. he dug his grave and now he has to lay it in.
i know this isn’t what you were expecting when sending this ask, and i haven’t really been making this known besides text posts where i ramble in the tags. and i can’t always count on people reading the tags, and those posts are more meant for me to get out whatever i’m feeling so i don’t bottle it up until my next therapy session. but yeah. that’s where im at.
for reading this lengthy response, i offer you a picture of my pets in this trying time
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four months.
note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.
using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3
(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)
+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.
warnings: none?
prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”
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and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.
it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.
every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.
natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.
the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.
it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.
but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.
“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”
you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.
she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”
“huh?”
“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”
you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”
the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”
a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.
“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.
“you’re a terrible liar.”
“i’m not-”
“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”
when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.
“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”
she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”
soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.
your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.
you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.
natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.
“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.
“which key?” her voice was soft.
“the yellow one.”
the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.
it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.
natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.
you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.
another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”
natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.
“how long have you lived like this?”
her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.
“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”
she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.
“what are you do-”
“you have no food.”
you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”
“and the receipts?”
natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”
she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.
“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”
you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.
“so come live with me.”
“natasha-”
“come live with me.”
you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”
“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”
a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”
the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”
when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.
“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”
she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”
#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#natasha romanov x reader#natasha x reader#avengers x reader#avengers imagine
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fic recs? ive been combing out my locs for 3 hours and im So Bored,,.,.,
hell YEAH i have so many since i uh have been reading soo much fanfiction over quarantine lol and have also been reading ace attorney fic since like 5th grade or something equally stupid. like i am running out. (also thank u for the excuse to reread my favorite fics sjdklfjs i have to make sure they’re as good as i remember before recommending them to u 🥺). sorry this is a little late i finally convinced my little brother to watch sk8 with me lol
anyway leo’s fanfiction recs!! these aren’t in any particular order (technically they’re in chronological order of when i read them i guess) and most of them r going to be ace attorney but i think i’ve got two or three mp100 fics too!! i just didn’t have as many mob psycho fics bookmarked which is bothering me since i know i’ve read a lot of really good serirei fics i just didn’t save them everywhere.. if i send u an ask later with just links to a few that’s why.
gravity- (ace attorney, klapollo, rated e) if u haven’t read gravity yet.. i mean valid but i reread this one last night and it is just as good as i remember.. this is a weird thing to say about a klapollo fanfiction (and the klapollo is VERY GOOD) but i am obsessed with how miles and phoenix r characterized in this it’s such a fun perspective on their characters oh my god. there are a few points in this fic where i had to like. stop and look away because i was so excited about how it was written lol. there’s a second part to this fic that’s a mini wrightworth scene and it makes me go actually insane
the same thing, self aware- (ace attorney, wrightworth, rated m) cw past alcoholism. one of my top 3 ace attorney fanfics honestly 🥺 the premise is that phoenix and miles broke up when phoenix adopted trucy and they decide to spend a weekend together when miles gets back to san francisco (latter half of the 7 year gap) and GOD. it’s p angsty but has a happy ending and is also like. such an interesting look at their characters. also this:
“Well, fuck, Miles, why did you even ask me here?”
Miles says into the kitchen sink, “Because you used to be my best friend.”
forty years in the wilderness- (ace attorney, wrightworth, rated t) classic post aj fic about edgeworth’s return to the states. i think most ppl have read this one but like. for good reason. sometimes i talk to my friend leo while i read fics and send them my favorite parts and i swear i sent them like 3/4ths of this fic. it’s just SO sweet and in character and i love it
to go another day- (ace attorney, wrightworth, rated t) god this fic is STUPID fluffy and rly short but it lives in my head rent free. horrifyingly in character and im obsessed with it
what we make- (mp100, reigen & tome, rated t) it’s been a while since i read this but im weak for any content about tome and reigen since like.. i’m obsessed with how similar they are.. the same kind of obnoxious gay. also the background serirei is rly sweet 🥺🥺
all there is- (ace attorney, wrightworth & past krisnix, rated e) cw for dubcon, dissociation during sex, and alcoholism. this is probably the angstiest fic on this list and deals with a lot of heavy topics but it’s really well written. the summary says ‘phoenix and kristoph during the seven year gap, phoenix and miles after it’ and yeah basically.
catch me i’m falling- (mob psycho, terumob, rated g) college aus.. pining teru.... other ppl having crushes on mob (as they should).. fluff... shou being mean to teru... thank u
wilst du mich heiraten?- (ace attorney, wrightworth, rated t) HI THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY MY FAVORITE FANFICTION EVER oh my GOD its so tender and good and the found family of it all. miles calling phoenix darling/sweetheart is my favorite hc. it’s told in two parts- one from phoenix’s pov before his disbarrment and one from apollo’s after everything with kristoph- and i just. seriously read this one it makes me so very happy. everything by the author is also good- my other personal favorites are love most definitely requited (the only hanahaki fic i’ve ever enjoyed) and reading between the lines (the original trilogy from miles’s pov).
surrender on no sides- (mob psycho, character driven/ritshou, rated m for drug use, violence, and psychological abuse) tw for a lot of things- i’d advise looking at the tags. ok when i said all there is is the angstiest fic i was lying because i forgot about this one. uhh frankly don’t read it if you’re at all worried about any of the tags because this is VERY intense. the premise is that ritsu is the one who goes into mogami’s fucked up head land instead of mob (& mogami’s world is worse than canonically) and things just go downhill from there. i think about this fic on a weekly basis tho
this got LONG i didn’t realize how many favorite fics i had until i was listing them. thank u for asking tho!! i get really excited about things i’m into so it’s fun to get to ramble about them lol. i hope u enjoy these (and that you haven’t read all of them already lol)
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Shutter - pt 6
a/n: THIS SHIT TOOK SO DAMN LONG AND IM SORRY ive just been dealing with people moving and going out to do stuff and having little motivation to actually write so im VERY sorry that this took years. also, this chapter is way more nsfw than my other chaps so it is of course inspired by @lxdy-starfury‘s absolutely BEAUTIFUL nsfw art so plsssssss check that out because she’s incredible. also this is the last part of this main series, who knows, if people ask or I feel like it ill write more in this au for this pairing. well see!! for now im happy to completely finish it
also I know that my masterlist is fucky rn, im looking for the time to fix it, so if you want to see a specific fic or even all my fics for a specific pairing or book, don’t hesitate to message me or send me an ask!! im happy to point yall in the right direction, and when its not a request, I usually get to asks pretty quickly so yeah!!
words: 3.7k
warnings: unwanted advances, nsfw at the endddd
tagging: @lxdy-starfury, @huntress1024, @anotherbeingsworld, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @chaotic-ramsay-queen, @brycemaloliver
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Tyril was letting his PhD go to waste. He was letting it all go to waste because his brain was pouring out of his ears as his eyes took in the purely magnificent sight of Naexi in that skin tight purple dress, hugging every curve just right and accentuating her breasts with a low V neckline. The way the fabric moved with her every step was captivating, drawing his attention to every little piece of her body, tantalizingly revealed and taunting him.
“You’re going to catch flies, Tyril.” She was fumbling with her clutch, checking to make sure that her phone fit inside and then turning around to grab something else. This new angle gave him a perfect view of her backside, filling out the dress as if it was made for her. In all honesty, his sharp tuxedo had caught her eye as well, but the large field of crimson spread across his cheeks and nose was a reminder of how much better she was at holding her feelings about Tyril in. Tyril, however, could barely keep his hands to himself in her room, in the living room, in the kitchen, and on the drive over to the gala.
“Of course you own a stupidly expensive car.” Naexi ran her hands over the smooth leather seats and the crisp finish of the wood on the dashboard. The car was clean, making her feel like if she continued to touch anything, her fingerprints would forever ruin the surfaces.
“It’s a nice car.” His hand was on her thigh, covered by the fabric of the dress but no doubt covered in faded love bites meticulously placed by Tyril. She only hummed her response, briefly distracted by the way his thumb was rubbing circles on her inner thigh, spindly fingers inching toward her core as if it was magnetized. His inability to draw his hand away suggested that he was most definitely not thinking about the car. She only hummed, insistent on keeping any gratification he was giving her to herself; it only encouraged him to drag his fingers over the apex of her thighs, her core only separated from his fingertips by two flimsy pieces of fabric.
“You better not crash it,” she teased, still stoic. Quickly, Tyril figured out that continuing his current path was only going to hurt him in the long run, so he ran a finger back down to her knee as they arrived at the large hall his father had booked for the gala. He knew that this night was already going to be one of schmoozing and torture, but he still barely looked forward to it since he knew Naexi would be at his side.
“Hey, elf boy!” a voice called to his left as he gave his keys to the valet with a hefty tip. Naexi turned and was met with a man a few inches shorter than her with wavy brown hair and a smile that betrayed that he was up to no good.
“I told you not to call me that, you rogue,” Tyril grumbled, begrudgingly clasping hands with the man and patting his back as he was pulled into a hug.
“You can’t just say that people think you’re an elf in an interview and then expect not to be called elf boy,” he reasoned, sending a wink Naexi’s way. “I’m Mal Volari, and you’re gorgeous.” He gently took her hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of it, never breaking eye contact.
“Mal…” Tyril cautioned, palm spreading protectively over his girlfriend’s side.
“Don’t worry, Ty.” She tamely ran her fingers through the hair that fell so gracefully over his ears, hiding the blush that had started to touch the barely pointed tops of them. Mal smiled knowingly. “I’m Naexi, Tyril’s date.”
“I’ve heard much about you.” They began walking into the gala, all gold finishing and sparkling diamonds adorning the necks and hands of New York’s elite, and Naexi couldn’t help but feel completely out of place. Mal rambled on at her side, so she took advantage of his distraction to whisper to Tyril, who already looked bored.
“This is weird.”
“Indeed,” he murmured, his deep baritone accompanying the words quite nicely. Already, people were beginning to stare as they made the rounds, hopping from rich group to rich group. Mal had abandoned them to camp at the open bar.
“Why do people look at me like that?”
“I apologize, it’s my fault. I’ve not had a date to one of these things in quite some time.” They had sat at one of the tables, a glass of champagne in each of their hands as they took a break from socializing.
“Ah, yes; the elusive bachelor Tyril Starfury.” She threw her hand out in the air to indicate a headline. He smiled.
“I don’t know how I ever got through one of these things without you.”
“Mal never helped? Or Imtura?”
“Imtura always takes her job as security seriously and Mal enjoys the expensive champagne my father orders.” Tyril nodded his head at where his friend was gesturing wildly, no doubt telling a story of his travels to a handsome man with a starry look in his eyes. “As well as the company these events attract.”
“Will I get to meet your father?” The question threw Tyril off his balance, but he quickly recovered.
“Well, he usually finds me along with my sister so--”
“Big brother!” Two pale arms wrapped around Tyril’s shoulders and squeezed, holding him close. His eyes lit up as the woman behind him kissed his cheek. “Staying as asocial as always, I see.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not for your company, no.” The woman’s eyes flicked to Naexi’s, as piercing as her brother’s but leagues warmer. “You’re Naexi? I’ve seen your work. You’re very good.”
She smiled as she responded. “Really? That means so much, thank you. You must be Adrina.” She stuck her hand out, but exclaimed a small “oh!” when Adrina pulled her up from the chair to give her a hug.
“Everyone’s here for my father, so I’m allowed to break stuffy old etiquette.” Her laugh was light and airy, like a sweet breeze on a summer day. A man with Tyril’s pale skin and dark hair appeared behind her, posture straight and face neutral. Tyril stood quickly, taking his place in front of his father and next to Naexi.
“Hello, Father.”
“Tyril! I’m glad to see that you found a date in time.” His tone was one of pride that barely hid the small element of surprise.
“Yes, this is Naexi.” The feeling of Tyril’s warm grip on her waist was already enough to make her knees buckle, but she forced herself to stay upright to shake his father’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you. Your gala is truly beautiful.”
“What else do we ever expect from the famed Valir Starfury?” a smooth voice sounded from her right, and her head quickly swiveled to see who it belonged to. The man’s smile was friendly and inviting, but upon closer inspection, the feeling never reached his eyes. His mop of curly hair was perfectly styled to make him look boyish, but with the way Tyril’s grip tightened ever-so-slightly, Naexi knew something was off.
“Aerin.”
“Tyril, is that how you greet an old friend?” Aerin laughed, sloshing his champagne in its glass. He turned a predatory gaze on her. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a date, Ty.” The man next to her stood completely still, his eyes narrowed. “Who was the last...Kaya?”
“And your point?” Tyril’s response was sharp enough to make Adrina take the smallest step toward him. Aerin continued to stare at Naexi while addressing Tyril.
“You sure know how to pick them, hm? You have a keen eye for beauty.” Aerin winked, but it made Naexi’s heart flutter and skin crawl. She shifted in her heels, ignoring the pain in her feet. There was palpable tension in the air between the five of them, suffocating and humid. Naexi racked her brain to find some way to cut it.
“I have to use the restroom.” The statement came off far louder than she intended, but it still did the trick. Aerin blinked, taken aback by her exclamation, and Adrina surged forward to take hold of her wrist, pulling her away from her brother and through the crowd of high rollers.
“I’ll take you!” Adrina said, hoping that the men would get the hint. As soon as they were out of earshot, she let out a sigh. “Thank goodness you got us out of that one. I’ve never been more grateful for girl code.”
“Who was that? He was charming but…”
“Sleazy? Yeah, you’re not the only one. That’s Aerin Valleros, heir to WhiteTower Corporations. He acts like he’s the best thing since sliced bread, but he’s been in more scandals than I can count.” Adrina visibly shuddered. “He’s creepy.”
“Didn’t he assault his brother or something?” Naexi asked, remembering the name popping up in one of the numerous headlines Nia sent her a while back.
“Yup, they fought over who was going to take over the company. Beat him so bad that his brother stepped down.”
“Holy shit.” They had reached a wall next to the opening for the bathroom, so they stood outside and leaned against it to talk. “Everyone here is insane.”
“Yeah, I feel kind of bad for leaving Tyril with him.”
“What’s their beef?” Adrina sent a wide-eyed glance to Naexi.
“People really say that?” She let out a delighted laugh. “I love that! Anyway, Tyril used to be engaged to this girl Kaya, but she cheated on him with Aerin and they planned to take over the Starfury company together.” She grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray and took a long sip. “But then her assistant leaked information to the press and she disappeared.”
“Do you guys live in a Lifetime movie?”
“Pretty much,” Adrina sighed, seemingly searching for someone in the crowd in front of them.
“Did you come here with a date?” Adrina hummed her answer and Naexi gently nudged her bare arm. “Go find them. I’ll be fine here.”
“You sure?”
“Go on!” Naexi waved her hands to shoo her off and leaned back against the wall to sip her champagne. Just as she was about to go find Tyril, a sultry voice and a large hand on her forearm held her in place.
“Hello.” Aerin was polite, but kept his hand on her. She felt goosebumps rise along the back of her neck and Adrina’s explanation of who he was repeated in her mind.
“Hi.”
“I apologize for the uncomfortable situation earlier. I’m afraid Tyril and I aren’t on the best of terms.” He seemed genuinely concerned, and for the briefest second, Naexi felt her guard fall.
“Should I be the one you’re apologizing to?” Her champagne barely stayed in her glass as he slammed his hand onto the wall behind her, bringing his face close to hers and smirking when she backed up to the hard surface. No one around her seemed to notice.
“You’re quick. It’s attractive. Do you think I’m attractive?”
“Trapping a woman because you can’t get her to come to you isn’t attractive,” Naexi drawled, keeping her gaze locked on his. He was simmering and dangerous; one wrong move could make him boil over, but she figured that he had more to lose than a random photographer here as a plus-one.
“What does Tyril have that I don’t?” At this, his breath cascaded over her face, and she didn’t know what he had been drinking all night, but it certainly wasn’t the expensive, barely alcoholic bubbles that were being passed around.
“Better alcohol tolerance, for one.” She winced as he laughed.
“Funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke.” Before she could speak again, Aerin gave a yelp as his tuxedo was yanked back, making him stumble into Tyril, who caught him easily.
“It’s time for you to leave, Aerin.” People were finally beginning to stare as Tyril walked Aerin out, who was mumbling about his kingdom. Naexi followed, easily hailing a taxi and pushing the drunk man into the back seat with a purposeful shove. The night was cold, and she turned to walk back inside when she felt a tug on her wrist. Looking back, she saw Tyril with his cold, slender fingers against her skin. “I don’t want to go back in.”
“Wanna head to your place?”
“Desperately,” he breathed, pulling her close to him and handing his ticket and a tip to the valet. His hand was wrapped around her waist exactly how it had been for the entire night, but this time felt different. His hands were always cold, but his touch was burning with a promise, which he kept as soon as they shut the door to his apartment.
His kisses were always encompassing, as if he captured every atom of her being between the seam of his lips, his teeth grazing every thought in her mind and his fingers brushing her soul. His movements were deliberate as he walked her backwards to his bedroom, slipping her dress off and letting it pool on the floor next to the sleek coffee table. She was more hurried, eagerly tugging his jacket off and tossing it in the hallway. Finally, they reached his room, vast and cold but slowly thawing. A well-placed kiss to his now-exposed collarbone had him gasping.
“Please…” he breathed, falling back onto the bed by himself as she stayed standing above him. She looked down on him, studying the way his chest rose and fell so quickly and the way his lips were ever-so-slightly parted, caught in the guarantee of pleasure that was soon to come. He gazed at her as if she was the only person left for him in the world.
He made her believe it.
“Tell me what you want, Tyril.” His words seemed to get caught in his throat as she, bare and only clad in a thin pair of black panties, got onto her knees on the bed and straddled him, already moving to unbutton his fancy shirt and pants. She could feel him hardening beneath her and gave an experimental grind, pulling out a low moan from his chest. His hands were loosely placed on her hips, but they traveled down to stroke her thighs.
“Please,” he repeated, sitting up to shrug off his shirt and unintentionally hitting his forehead on her collarbone.
“What, baby?” she asked, picking his head up and tilting his face to look up at her above him. His eyes were nearly shut and his lips were swollen, and she gave him a small simper. “Use your words.”
“I…” he trailed off, struggling to voice it. “I want you to suck my cock, Naexi.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and climbed off him, pulling him up to stand and kneeling in front of him. His hands immediately found her hair, tangling in the long locks as she pulled his pants down and fished his cock out of his fancy boxers. He opened his mouth to say something, but all thought left his mind as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked, flicking her tongue around the tip. “Ah!” he yelped, eyes rolling back as his hand tightened in her hair. She briefly took her mouth away and settled for just her lips against him, and he whined in displeasure. “P-please--ooh--don’t tease me…” She took him in deeper until he teased the back of her throat, and he risked a glance down at her.
Naexi was looking directly into his eyes, studying his reaction and flicking her tongue accordingly. The sight of her green eyes brimming with tears as she took him was nearly enough to make him come, and she sensed it in the slight scratch of his fingernails against her scalp.
“You take my cock so well, Naexi,” he breathed, and she moaned around him. Letting out a shaky breath, he tapped once against her head. “I’m so close.” Instead of pulling away, she pushed his cock further down her throat and ran her tongue along a prominent vein along the underside of his shaft, pushing him over the edge. He let out a long groan as she swallowed him down, running her hands up and down his sides to both soothe him and keep him from stumbling. She stood and gave him a bright smile, raising herself to her tiptoes (even though she didn’t need to) and pressing her lips to his. He eagerly returned the favor, pulling away only to allow his lips to burn a path down her throat. He reached her collarbone, but stopped suddenly with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Everything okay?” Naexi asked, searching his face in concern.
“You--” Tyril started, but stopped, pursing his lips in disapproval. “You smell like him.”
“Aerin?” Her head was cocked, but her eyes widened when his own darkened.
His voice was low and made her heart race. “Don’t say his name.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, casting her eyes downward and fiddling with her hands. Sighing, he nuzzled the crook of her neck, placing kisses and small bites on the flesh he found there.
“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful with him. He sees a beautiful woman and loses all ability to think.” His hands flew to her hips to pull her closer to him when she gasped at his teeth on her skin. “The fact that you’re mine only made him crazier.”
“Yours?” She reached under his chin to bring his face up to hers, glancing down at his lips and then back up at his eyes.
“I’m--I meant you were my date, not mine, you’re not property--I just meant--” he stammered, taking a step back before realizing that the bed was close behind him. He lost his balance, falling back against the bed with a loud cry and frowning when Naexi snorted, barely containing her laughter at him. Instead of tugging him back up, she climbed on top of him again, letting her hair fall into his face as she looked down at how pretty his own locks were splayed out against the bed.
“Don’t worry, Ty, I like it.”
“You do?”
“I like being yours…” She pressed a kiss to the right side of his neck. “...and only yours…” She switched to his left. “No one else’s.” She placed a final kiss to his lips, one that he prolonged as he followed her when she tried to break it. “So greedy.”
“I can’t help it,” he breathed, giving a small squeeze to her hips. “I hated watching him put his hands on you.”
“Then how about you put your hands on me?” He smirked as she yelped at his quick movement to flip them over, pinning her to the bed by her wrists. Tyril immediately released her and ran his fingertips down her arms and stopped at her breasts, electing to switch to his mouth. With his left hand, he kneaded her flesh in his palm and took her right nipple in between his lips, flicking his tongue to mirror her movements from when she deepthroated him. His right hand continued downward until his index finger was circling her clit and entering her easily with the help of her own arousal. “Yes!” she gasped, back arching to push her body even closer to his. His finger pumped in and out of her, curling every so often and making him smile as she moaned louder and louder the closer she got to climax. He rushed the process by adding his middle finger and curling, hitting her sweet spot inside while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“Come on, Naexi, let go for me.” She responded with a wail as she came, hands clutching the sheets and legs shaking. He continued to move his fingers even after she recovered, but leaned down to whisper softly in her ear.
“Would you like more?”
“Fuck, Tyril, yes. Just fuck me,” she begged, eyes barely able to stay open to look at his grin. He raised to his knees on the bed and looked down at her for a brief moment before entering her, admiring the way her skin shone with sweat and the way her flesh was blemished with the marks he had placed there. Naexi, in all her glory, was his.
“All mine,” he whispered before thrusting and gasping at how perfectly her heat enveloped him. He buried himself inside her, allowing her a few seconds to get used to his size. Finally, the legs she instinctively wrapped around him squeezed his waist, getting him to pull out of her again before slamming back in with a loud moan.
“Tyril!” she screamed, thankful for the lack of neighbors in his penthouse apartment. “Faster, please!” she pleaded, green locking with blue as she met him thrust for thrust, clenching around his cock and grabbing the wrists that connected to the hands clutching her waist. He picked up his pace, moaning all the while, and felt his stomach already coiling, a tell-tale sign of how close he was. She let out a small cry as he hit her sensitive spot and brought his thumb down to rub around her clit, unexpectedly throwing her over the edge. “Don’t stop, Tyril!” He heeded her instruction, and at the feeling of her juices coating his cock, followed her to his own peak, releasing himself inside her. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if finally coming back to her senses minutes after he pulled out and retrieved a warm washcloth to clean her up. Sitting up, she followed him to the bathroom, rubbing at his shoulders as he began to draw a bath.
“Did you...enjoy the gala?” he asked awkwardly, frowning when she laughed.
“After that mind-blowing sex, that’s what you’re going to say.” She poked his cheek and then kissed the small, red spot. “You’re too adorable.”
“...It was mind-blowing?”
“You’re turning into Mal.” His eyes bulged and he exaggerated a shudder.
“Oh no.”
“But yes, it was mind-blowing.” Her lips found his easily, but she pulled away again when she felt a smile against them. “What are you smiling at?”
“I’m just happy that now I can have mind-blowing sex with you all the time now.”
“How romantic.”
#choices tyril#tyril starfury#tyril#tyril x mc#choices#blades of light and shadow#choices blades#blades au#blades#n*fw#fanfic
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Baby Love -Part 6
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: Apologies my read more isnt working! WTF??
Chris had held my hand the entire the time we walked the red carpet, where as usually my arm would casually be linked with his when i attended events with him. When he stopped for photo's he pulled me close, his hand either resting on my hip or the small of my back. The press covering the Charity Event had been all over us as soon as it was apparent that i was now more than just a friend. This news had blown up on social media and gossip columns of course!
"Will you put that down and eat" Chris mumbled as he walked into the kitchen to find me on the ipad again.
"Its been days and their still going on about it! Your fans hate me now by the way!"
"Babe we knew they'd be some hate, just stop looking at it. Remember its not good for the baby if you stress yourself out" he said sitting next to me and pulling the ipad from my hands "no more of that"
"Fine" i rolled my eyes stabbing a piece of fruit and popping it in my mouth"
"It will calm down i promise"
"Yeah eventually, then we're gonna drop the baby bombshell and all hell will break loose again"
"It will be fine, im sure theres plenty of nice things being said. Its just your only looking at the bad"
"Your lucky i love you Evans" i shook my head as i stabbed another piece of fruit, when I looked up Chris was looking at me with a huge cheesy smile "why are you smiling at me like that?"
"You just said you love me" he said smugly, i instantly felt myself start to panic..... shit, was it too soon to admit that??
"Well of course i love you...." i shrugged casually even though my heart was racing "your my best friend...."
"I love you too" he said quickly stopping my nervous ramblings as he leant forward pressing a kiss to my lips. We were soon interrupted by my cell phone ringing "ignore it" he mumbled against my lips making me laugh.
"I cant its probably your mom"
"Way to kill the mood sweetheart"
"Im sorry baby" i reached for my phone and quickly answered before it cut off.
"Hi Lisa"
"Hey sweetie, the girls and me are going to take you out for lunch today"
"You don't have to do that, I'm fine i promise"
"Shanna said she had been texting you and you seemed down so we're taking you out to take your mind off it"
"I don't even have anything to wear, I'm still at Chris's...."
"Well, we'll pick you up at your place at say 13:00? That gives you plenty of time to get home and dressed for lunch"
"Yeah okay, i guess that works"
"Okay, well i'll let you go and i'll see you at 13:00"
"See you then" i ended the call and turned to Chris "i gotta go"
"What, why?"
"Your mom and sisters are taking me to lunch to cheer me up apparently"
"So why do you have to leave now?"
"Because i haven't got anything to wear here, everything i had is dirty and i cant go to lunch in your shirt" i rolled my eyes at him "id better get my stuff together and get home. Their picking me up at 13:00" i gave him a quick kiss and walked out heading to his bedroom to get my things.
After shoving my dirty clothes back into my bag and pulling on my shorts i headed back out to find Chris sitting at the dining table staring out the window.
"You okay?" I asked running my fingers through his hair and placing a kiss to the side of his head. Chris looked up at me nodding with a smile before pulling me into his lap.
"I don't want you to go" he pouted making me chuckle.
"I gotta go baby, you know how difficult it is to tell your mom and sisters no"
"Move in with me" he suddenly said, i thought he was joking but when i leant back to look at him he was obviously being dead serious.
"What??"
"It makes sense that you move in, i mean your here with me more than your at your place anyway. Plus i want you and the baby here with me"
"Your serious aren't you...."
"Of course i am, it feels right when your here"
"Okay...." i nodded with a smile "if your sure thats what you want?"
"Yes!!"
"I still gotta go now though" i laughed before kissing him quickly and jumping up "i love you!" I called as i neared the front door.
"I love you too!".
Lunch was at a little place called 'Lou's' it was a small family run Italian place Chris and I found years ago and absolutely loved. We were seated in back as soon as we arrived and the four of us were soon eating lunch and chatting away.
"I still cant believe you and Chris are finally together" Carly said taking a mouthful of her wine "and... pregnant" she whispered the last part.
"Yeah i know, it came as a bit of a shock to us too but I'm glad it happened. His honestly the best man i know" i said feeling myself blush.
"I think you make a cute couple" Shanna added smiling at me, we'd always gotten along well she was one of my closest friends.
"Thanks Shan, that means alot" i picked up my glass of water and took a sip.
The waitress approached our table offering to top up the wine glasses, as she got to mine i stopped her quickly and just asked for some more water. She looked at me with raised eyebrows, her name was Debra and she was so used to serving Chris and me and me usually drinking too much wine!
"Your not drinking?"
"Jesus Debra, you say that like Ive got a drinking problem" i joke with her "no, I'm just not feeling too great today so avoiding the alcohol"
"Your not pregnant are you!?" She laughed.
"Oh god no! Im fine really"
"Okay just checking" she winked and walked off.
"When are you guys gonna announce the news?" Shanna asked quietly from beside me.
"If i had my way? Never!"
"Sweetheart you'll be fine" Lisa added trying to be supportive, the truth was there was nothing anyone could say that would make me believe it would be okay.
"Im terrified, the things ive read online since that Charity Gala.... i can only imagine what will be said about this"
"We're all here for you both, you can always come to Boston and stay with us if you need a break"
"Thank you Lisa, when do you all head back to Boston?"
"End of the month, we'll come back nearer the time of.... you know" she nodded at my stomach.
"You don't have to do that...."
"I want to, your gonna need family around you"
"Im coming too!" Shanna added taking hold of my hand.
"You guys are the best, I've always thought of you as family.... you know i don't have anything to do with my own family...so I'm grateful for you all"
While we were eating desert i got a message from Chris.
Hey sweetheart, your coming back here tonight right? Xx
"Is that brother of mine texting you already?" Shanna nudged me playfully.
"Yeah" i smiled as i replied to the message.
Hey babe, yeah i'll be back tonight after I've picked up some clean clothes and things xx
You need me to pick you up? Xx
Sure, i'll text you when I'm home. We're just finishing up desert shouldn't be much longer xx
I'll be waiting for your message, i miss you! Xx
Your so needy! :p xx
Miss you too though xx
"I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom" i told the girls before getting up and making my way out back.
Once i was done and was making my way back to our table i was suddenly approached by a guy holding a camera who was constantly snapping photo's of me.
"Excuse me sir you cant be in here doing that!" I heard Lou say loudly and start to lead the guy out, even then he didn't stop snapping photo's. Lisa, Shanna and Carly came rushing over hearing the commotion and got me back to our table hidden in the back.
"You okay hun?" Carly asked sitting me down in my chair.
"Yeah, just wasn't expecting that as soon as i stepped out of the bathroom"
"What an asshole" Shanna muttered making me laugh.
"Y/N I'm so sorry, i didn't see him come in" Lou said as he approached our table.
"Its fine Lou, you can't keep them away all the time" i smiled at him, once he could see we were okay he got back to work.
"Well so much for cheering you up" Lisa scoffed picking her wine glass up and drinking the rest in one gulp.
"You did cheer me up, I've had a lovely afternoon" i said truthfully even though i couldn't wait to get home to Chris.
We settled the bill and got back to the cars, 30 minutes later i was home and packing my bag ready to head to Chris's.
Hey, what the hell happened at lunch? You got papped?? Xx
Yeah, guy just started taking photo's as i came out of the bathroom. It was fine Lou got him out xx
Your sure your okay? Xx
Im fine, come get me? Im Just finishing up packing my things xx
Im leaving now, wont be long xx
While i sat waiting for Chris the notifications on my social media accounts started going crazy! I opened one and saw a photo of me sitting having lunch with Chris's family, the caption stating how things must be getting serious if I'm having lunch with his family. The comments were mostly people saying how i didn't deserve to be with Chris and how much better he could do than me, that i was only with him for the fame and money.... i couldn't stop the tears that ran freely down my face.
Baby love tags: @jennmurawski13 @mybabyboytony
@ms-betsy-fangirl @vampgirl1997 @ajosieface
@afuckingshituniverse @chmedic @esoltis280
@southerngracela @bethabear12 @letsdisneythings
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our campus: chapter 4 (tom holland fanfic)
summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)
warnings: none ?????
word count: 2.1k
a/n: so many texts and so much dialogue fuckin kill me also texts are bold
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“I don’t know what you did to get her to give you a second chance, but I need to warn you.” Ally said. Tom turned to look at her, they had only ever spoken when necessary for theater stuff.
“Warn me?” He asked.
“Y/N can make your life either very, very good or very, very bad. She has most of the professors in this school wrapped around her pinky. And she doesn’t make it obvious, but she’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. She can really help you if you let her.”
“Well, thanks.” He said awkwardly and turned back to his stuff.
“One more thing.” Ally said. Tom turned again and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you dare catch feelings.”
“Seriously? No need to worry about that.” Ally scoffed.
“I’m serious, Tom. Don’t. She doesn’t need that right now.”
“Yeah, fine, I get it.” He said.
“Alright guys let’s get started.” Gigi said, signaling rehearsal was about to start.
* * *
It was finally Friday, and your phone was blowing up as you walked to the library. Class had gotten out late, so you were walking as fast as possible so you wouldn’t be late to your meeting with Tom.
Al
if Y/N is ok with it its fine with me
Iz
i still dont know how i feel about this
Em
pretty pretty please guys i really like this guy and he really wants me to go
You
what are we talking about i was in class
Al
harrison invited em and all of us to the delt party tonight
Iz
and i said we shouldnt go bc of what happened
plus isnt tom a delt? wouldnt that be a bit awk?
You
honestly i couldnt care less. after the week ive had im gonna too blacked to even realize where we are
Em
lets take it to a vote
aye
Al
aye
Iz
nay
You
im abstaining
Em
the ayes have it! delt BABEEEYYYY
ill have harrison put us all on the list
You
glad we got that sorted ill see u guys at mine at 8
You walked into the library, checking your watch and seeing it was 4:02. You bit your lip. Hopefully he didn’t give you any crap for being late.
You walked quickly into hlab, and you knew you looked like a crazy person. Your bag was falling off your shoulder, you had a coffee in your hand and your water bottle tucked under your arm, and your phone in your other hand.
You scanned the room and saw Tom sitting across from Max, both of them had books out.
“Hi,” you said breathlessly. Max slid over a seat so you could sit across from Tom. “So sorry I’m late, crazy day.”
“No worries dar-” You heard him start to say darling, but stopped himself. “No worries. It’s only 2 minutes after.”
“How long have you been waiting?” You asked.
“Max and I have been hanging out for a while, not a big deal.”
“Speaking of, I’m on alc duty for tonight so I better go.” Max said, did his stupid handshake with Tom, and walked out.
Hlab was almost empty except for some freshman. Most people don’t like studying on a Friday, who could blame them?
“So I got a copy of your lectures from this week. What do you want to start with?”
“I don’t care.”
“Ok, what is currently confusing you the most?” He thought for a second before saying “Astronomy.” You nodded.
“Great, grab your notes and your textbook.” He pulled out a notebook and his laptop, opening the online textbook. You pulled out your laptop and a pen and highlighter.
“May I?” You asked and pulled his notebook to your side. You went through his notes, circling certain things with the pen and highlighting others.
“These are really good, Tom. I like how you put question marks next to things that confused you.” He laughed.
“Do I get a gold star?” He joked. You rolled your eyes.
“So phases of the moon.” You started.
“Wait a second,” he said after you had been talking for a while. “You’re telling me that the moon doesn’t actually, like, change?”
“It’s all shadows.” You replied. He nodded and seemed to finally be getting it.
“The phases will most definitely be on your next lab, which isn’t open note, so make sure you memorize them.” You said. “Let’s move onto stats.” He groaned. “What?” You asked.
“Statistics is so stupid. Letters and numbers shouldn’t go together.” You rolled your eyes.
“Stats is easy, I promise you. This is the first unit, all we’re doing is descriptive statistics and graphing. Let’s start with some vocab.” You said, highlighting certain words in his notes.
Once you could see his brain was about to explode, you moved onto writing.
“There’s not much to talk about, just email me your most recent paper so I can go through it and look for themes we need to discuss.”
‘“Themes?” He asked.
“You know, on going issues that need to be addressed.” He nodded and emailed you his paper, which you would read tomorrow. You heard your phone buzz and took a quick glance.
Em
al dont be upset
Al
then dont give me a reason to get upset
what is it
Em
……….. It’s themed
Al
are you kidding? were not freshmen, i dont wanna go to a stupid themed frat party
Em
its blackout !!!! itll be fun i promise
You turned your phone back down and didn’t realize you had an upset look on your face.
“Everything ok?” He asked.
“Just arguing in the group chat.”
“Do you need to go?” He asked.
“No, no, just arguing about tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
“Tonight is not related to political conflict, which is what we should be talking about.” He laughed.
“Do you ever have fun?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m serious, do you ever have fun, or do you just go to sleep surrounded by planners and textbooks.”
“That’s not funny. There’s a lot more about me that you don’t know.”
“Clearly.”
“So we’re starting off with socioeconomic issues over time and the class strugle. Did you read the Marx chapters?”
“Yup. Didn’t understand a word of it.”
“Ok, let’s get into it.” You said and began rambling about the bourgeoisie and the communist manifesto. Politics was your favorite subject, you could talk about it for hours.
You were having a really good discussion with Tom. It was global political conflict, and he was able to connect the themes to both America and England, which made you really pleased.
You were pulled out of your discussion when your phone vibrated.
Iz
pickin up panera anyone want anything
“Jeez it’s already past 6:30, I gotta go.” You said.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said.
“No it’s not your fault, I get so into politics I lose track of time.”
“I can tell.” He said as you both packed up your stuff.
“Wanna grab some food?” He asked.
“Sorry, can’t,” you said.
“Why, got a hot date?” He joked.
“Maybe,” you said.
“At least let me walk you to wherever you’re going.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Well where are you going?”
“Congression Hall?” You replied.
“Wait, you live there?”
“Uhm, yes? Me along with practically every other junior.”
“What floor?”
“8.” You said.
“Should’ve guessed.” He replied as you started walking across the quad.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Honors 8. I forgot you were in hc.” He was referring to the eighth and top floor of Congression Hall, which was reserved for the honors college juniors.
“Yeah.” You said simply.
“I’m on six, by the way.” He said. “That’s why I was curious. I’ve never seen you around there.”
“I’m not usually, I only really use it for sleep.”
“Of course,” he replied.
“I assumed you lived in a frat house.” You commented.
“Nah, next year.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of frat houses, there’s kind of this party going on at Delt tonight-”
“I’m aware.” You said, cutting him off.
“Ah, well, if you want I can get you on the list.” You smiled to yourself.
“No need, I’m already on the list.” You said.
“Oh?” He said, clearly embarrassed. “Because of delta nu?”
“Nope.” You said, not offering any other information.
“Well maybe I’ll see you there then.”
“Even if you do see me there, I will be pretending I don’t know you.”
“Why?” He asked, clearly offended. “I run that house.” He joked, trying to play off the embarrassment.
“No offense, but your reputation would not be good for mine.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well I have a certain reputation in the greek community, and if people see me with you they’ll get the wrong idea.”
“The wrong idea?” He asked as you walked in the lobby of your building.
“Well, see, the thing is,” you said, stepping into the elevator. He pressed the button for six and eight. “I have certain standards. If people see me with you, they’ll think I’ve…”
“Wow, you are really uptight, aren’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Certain standards? Jesus christ, you’re not the queen, Y/N. And I don’t have a bad reputation. But god forbid I don’t live up to your ‘standards.’” He said, storming off the elevator without another word, clearly upset. You sighed. Good job, Y/N.
Tom got to his room and threw his stuff on the floor, collapsing on his bed. His head hurt from all the tutoring, and trying to focus on not staring at your lips.
delt juniors
Tom
aight important question guys
Cal
whats up tommy
Tom
do you guys know a girl called Y/N Y/L/N? shes a delta nu
Joey
dan knows her ;)
Cal
fuck, Y/N? what are you doing with her?
Tom
shes tutoring me stop buggin
Max
i know her which u know shes in hc with me
Liam
oh danny DEFINITLY knows her
Will
who doesnt know Y/N? shes a hot commodity
Tom
what do you mean?
Cal
shes like the perfect girl next door, totally hot and so smart which just makes her hotter
Will
doesnt help that shes a huge fuckin flirt AND can hold her alc
Joey
dan is being suspiciously quiet……..
Dan
shut up joe
Liam
care to share with tommy your story with Y/N, daniel?
Dan
i hate u all
fine
i was like in love with her freshman year
and i thought she was into me too
and we made out a couple of times but nothing else
the second she found out i was in delt she stopped talking to me
like complete radio silence
Tom
wtf? Why?
Cal
she doesnt fuck with delts
thats like common greek knowledge
Will
maybe its because shes gonna be dchi sweetheart?
Joey
nah theres gotta be something else
Harrison
well i just put her on the list for tonite
Tom
wait YOU put her on the list?!
Harrison
yeah i invited her friend Emily Gold and she doesnt go anywhere without Y/N and these two other girls
Cal
Ally Park and Isabelle Miller
Harrison
yeah howd u know?
Cal
theyre like those cool girls from high school everyones obsessed with that are just out of everyones league
Tom
wow american high schools are so weird
Dan
tom if u wanna get with her i wont be pissed
Tom
nah like you said she hates delts, and after three tutoring sessions with me i guarentee i am her least favorite delt ever
Liam
theres no fuckin way she shows up tonight
she wouldnt be caught dead at a delt party
Noah
wait you said Y/N Y/L/N may come tonight????
DIBS
DIBS DIBS DIBS
I CALL DIBS
Cal
noah u seriously show up just to call dibs?
Noah
yeah bro have u seen her? if she comes tonight and any of you try to cockblock me i stg ill deck you
Dan
pretty sure tommy has rightful dibs to this one
Tom
nah fam she hates me so fuckin much
let noah try his luck
i doubt she’ll even show
Max
she’ll show.
Tom
what makes u say that?
Liam
max does know her best
Max
she and ally and emily and isabelle are ride or die. they circulate who picks what party they go to and if its emilys turn and harrison somehow conviced her to go, Y/N wont miss it
Dan
she hasnt set foot in a delt house since freshman year, you seriously think she’ll show?
Max
five bucks says she does
Dan
youre on
Noah
i just wanna make it clear
that if she does show
D I B S
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all the ones you want to do 👀
well, here’s everything except the ones i’ve answered, you asked for it
theyre mostly about my youngmabel au, which i will ramblr about for free if anyones interested :’)
What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
i’ve, for a really really long time, wanted to write like. a scene where laura kinney and henry sutter Talk Their Shit Out, but that would take so so long and i’m not motivated... sorry laura and henry. okay i think the rest of these will b about mabel but. gotta stick with my idiots.
Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)
this is from my young mabel story !!
“[Mabel] stops banging her head when she feels a stab of anxiety slash through her stomach. It’s not hers, that much is obvious-- it’s a soft golden feeling, the nerves, the--
The girl in the front of her mind, with hair cut just below her ears. Small scatterings of pimples across her face. She has a smile without sharp teeth; she cracks her knuckles when she’s bored or needs to fidget; she owns a pair of overalls she wears at least twice a week in the summer, when she’s in the mood to run around the fields outside her home, barefoot, with a friend or a girlfriend, when she wants to smoke a cigarette or two (she’d kicked the habit exactly three weeks ago today, she’s really proud of herself and her sister is, too), her sister’s name is Mónica and her name is Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna--
Anna Limon, Anna Limon, Anna Limon.”
the reverance to which mabel says anna’s name has always Hit Me for personal reasons and this scene i think is good. that is all
What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?
right now? either vera or mabel. vera is... not Right, and not Wanted by the outside world, so she’s angry and stupid to combat it. and mabel just... loves Her Person more than anything in the world, so there’s that.
What character do you have the most fun writing?
again, mabel!! she’s so fun and angry all the time and it’s so freeing to just be able to do whatever the hell you WANT with a character
What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?
Uh!! I think i use a lot of metaphor and write a lot of physical affection :’) i’m not sure if others would agree but that’s pretty basic!!
Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?
yeah...
Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter?
i write a lot of drabbles, but my proudest works are my long fic!!! i also plot way too much and i love to do it.
Do you wish you were the other?
i have no idea what this means but... yeah i guess?
How would you describe your writing process?
pace around my entire house looping one (1) song thinking of one (1) scene. figure out exactly what it would take to get the characters to that point. write like 2000 words, fall asleep, cant make words for the next three years.
What do you envy in other writers?
oh god, everything. i don’t know how to make my words flow like certain people do, RIVER
Do you want your writing to be famous?
god no. my stories are mine.
Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?
yes! here! there’s one story i’ve only shared with two people and that’s my borderline-ridiculous ‘beetlejuice with lab rats and gay shit and werewolves’ au, it’s the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever written and i love it so much.
At what point in writing do you come up with a title?
usually while listening to songs!! fr example my most recent posted fic is a lyric from ‘cop car’ by mitski because the line ‘i get mean when i’m nervous / like a bad dog’ makes me think of mabel, thus that fic came into existence.
Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
SUMMARIES i hate summaries usually i just paste in whatever i’ve got as the first sentence.
Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)
not really? new fandom but. i got my bread and butter, dude, i don’t feel like branching out. writing’s just a hobby i’m okay at.
Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
i don’t think so !! like some of the stuff is personal and you can’t really understand from an outside POV, but. most of it is just dorky found family stuff!
Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.
oh dear god yes... i mean. obvs river youre asking this youre aware of my aus. but i have a billion aus, theyre my favorite thing to write and ive got at least three for every fandom i’m in. i have an au for my lab rat beetlejuice au, too, which i’ll get around to writing someday.
Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)
ALL I DO IS DESCRIBE PEOPLE’S TEETH AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION. uhh i use the phrase ‘bared their teeth / had far too many teeth / smiled with too many teeth’ a lot, its because i find it the easiest descriptor for monsters and i like to write about monsters.
Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
ohh god okay youngmabel take three. anna wears soft reds and lots of layers-- to contrast mabel, who wears a thin nightgown and has a bright green color palette. this is largely because mabel has been made to show herself to everyone who’s tried to control her (sally, aurora silver, etc) while anna hides in herself. anna specifically wears one of mónica’s old sweaters, because she can hide and protect herself with her family, while mabel cant. also i love mónica im so hype to have her in the series. mabel also repeats things in groups of threes (”hello, hello, hello, anna, hello, hello, hello”) because she’s fae. i love her. ough and i cant wait for the character development you guys rnt ready fr this dumb series
What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)
I WOULD LOVE FR IT TO BE AN ANIMATED SERIES but also it as a film would rock.... yeahhhhh
Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
my xmen ones, yeah. they’re really comforting for me. i feel like i wanna give my kid self a big big hug.
What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
probs the daemons au or the agents of shield / xmen crossover.. those both gave baby abbey a lot of fun hours.
Would you say your writing has changed over time?
yeah! ive gotten better i think
OKAY RAMBLE OVER THANKS RIV
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Dropping By- Peter Parker/Spiderman Oneshot
Hi guys! I know its been awhile and wow Ive missed this blog-hopefully this makes up for the 3 months of ghosting <3
Word Count: 800+
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: None!
You stared at your complexion in mirror, not truly happy with the person staring back. Did your hair look fine? Did you look under dressed? Over dressed? Was your makeup too much? Too little? Your head swirled with these unanswered question. You knew know matter how hard you tried, you weren't going to look perfect on this first date.
Peter Parker, your crush since you walked into his chem class and fate graciously put your seat next to his. Your crush since he helped you study for chem after your grades started to slip. Your crush after you realized he was the Spiderman. Your crush after 4 months of pining for him, had asked you out. You thought it was a miracle, but really, everyone knew it was meant to be- and by everyone, Ned and MJ. But he had asked you out to dinner, at some new Italian restaurant, and you calmly said yes even though you wanted to scream.
You smiled at yourself in the mirror, letting the happy memory wash of that day over you like sunlight in summer. You weren't sure you were ready for this date- the butterflies you had were practically eating your stomach from the inside out- but you weren't going to back out now.
You walked down to the living room, hearing your parents in the kitchen. It was almost a half an hour to your date- and you were hoping to give a pep talk to your parents to not make things awkward between you or Peter by asking embarrassing questions. But, to your confusion, your parents looked like they were leaving- when they specifically said they would be home.
“Whatcha guys doing?” you asked casually, cautiously watching your mom pack makeup into her purse.
“Oh, y/n, you look so nice,” your mom complimented, her voice leaving a trace of guilt.
You grabbed a water from the fridge, your hand shaking from nerves.
“Are you going somewhere?” you asked before gulping down water.
Your dad sighed, giving your mom a sidelong look. “Y/n, were sorry, but you cant go on your date tonight.”
You felt your heart drop down to your stomach as shock filled your system. Almost choking on water, your voice cried out, “Why?!”
Your mom gave you a sad look, explaining,” Your father forgot he had a company get together tonight, and he promised he would be there, and he can only get in with a plus one.”
“Its required I have a partner with me to get in,” your dad further explained, “some fancy restaurant or something like that- I know it sounds stupid,” he added, seeing your clearly reproached face, “but your mother and I have to go. And you have to hold down the fort while were gone”
You looked between your parents, hoping for a crack in their faces, a way to wiggle in and get what you both want, but there was no way in.
“So- no date?” you asked helplessly.
“Im sorry, y/n, but- no date.” you mother answered, her voice stern but sympathetic.
You sighed, filling your disappointment replace the excitement. “Guess I'll go call Peter.”
“Alright,” your father called out from the front door, “tell him were very sorry- we'll be back around 9!”
Your mother gave you a quick hug, and after your good byes and the slam of the door, the emptiness of the house made you somehow sadder than before. You didnt want to call him- the dread of letting him down, or him thinking your backing out made you feel guilty. But you found yourself finding his number in your phone, and clicking the call button, the ringing sound making you chew on your nails from nerves.
Peter picked up surprisingly quickly, making the butterflies come back from the sound of his hello.
“Hey Peter,” you sighed, dreading to tell him the news.
“Hey y/n!” he said rushed, as if he had been running for a while, the sound of wind making his voice sound fuzzy. “Im almost there, dont worry, I just gotta couple blocks to go-”
“Are you being Spiderman right now?” you asked, a smile sneaking onto your lips.
“Uhhhh-why you ask that?”
“Cause- I can hear Karen through the phone,” you stated with a smirk, waiting for his reaction.
“Crap!”you heard him curse, making you laugh even though the guilt was eating in your stomach.
“Yeah… I am,” he admitted, “but Im gonna change in the alleyway next to your house- so your parents wont think Im some crazy person when I come to pick up.”
You sighed, burshing your hair to the side. “Peter- Im so sorry to say this, but- you cant come over.”
“Wait- whats wrong y/n?” he asked, hurt in his voice, making your heart ache.
“Nothing, its just, my parents have some stupid company party to go to, and they need me to “hold down the fort”, you said with air quptes, not remembering Peter couldnt see them, “so- the dates cancelled.”
“I really was excited, Pete, I was,” you put in after, rushing your words to hopefully fix any wound you caused him.
“Me too,” he replied after a small silence, his voice smaller than usual.
‘Next week,maybe?!” You hated hearing him sound dejected, so to compensate, you tried to make your voice sound hopeful.
“Kay?” you asked him, hoping he would forgive you for doing this to him.
“Kay,” he repeated, his voice still sounding as if you just dumped him.
“Im so sorry about this Pete.”
“Its not your fault- Ill see you later, I guess. Night y/n.”
“Night.”
You sighed, laying on your bed, hoping the tears trying to crawl up would go away.
“Well,” you concluded to the ceiling, “that didnt go as well as I hoped.”
With no plans for the night, you decided to just do what you usually do on a normal night- blast music and try to do some homework. The night was just about to come, twilight coloring your room with a burst of golden hues. It was beautiful, you had to admit, and again you felt a pang of longing to be with Peter
.It had been an hour of lonely listening to your depressing playlist of sad songs when a sudden knock was heard on your window. You jumped, a scream escaping your mouth as you instantly turned off your playlist.
You craned your head at the window pane, trying to see who the intruder was, but only a pink and orange sky greeted you. You stepped off your bed gingerly, and as you opened the window to investigate the strange sound-Out of nowhere, a red object whipped out from above the window, making you scream until you realized who it was.
“What the hell!?” you yelled, laughing off the fright.
“Im sorry, Im sorry!” Peter unhinged himself from his upside down position, the piece of webbing flying away in the breeze as his feet made contact with your small terrace.
You smiled, nervousness attacking your stomach. “Its okay,” you asked after brushing your hair out of your face- “why are you hear?”
You watched Peter shuffle a little with his feet, his broad shoulders blocking your sight of the railing of the terrace.
“Well, I felt bad that we couldnt- ya know, go out or anything-” he fumbled, “so….” He took a pause, looking at you so intently with those bug eyes on his red mask you felt a little unnerved- like he was staring right into you.
“Uh-Why dont you just close your eyes,” He finally said, the nervousness coming through in his voice. You were confused, so you took his outstretched hand with a suspicious smirk, and you laughed at the ticklish feeling his hand left on yours as he led you out your window.
“Okay, “ he counted, “one..two...three.”
You opened your eyes, and when you did, you were met with the sight of a mini picnic, complete with even a little bouquet of flowers with your favorite Italian food laid out on take out plates. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you didnt know how to react to such a sweet gesture.
You stared at it, shocked- how could you be with someone so sweet and caring?
“I mean, its not much-” he began to ramble as if he was embarrassed about the cheesiness of it, “but I figured since you would be home you might want to hang out here- its okay if you dont but I just thought maybe Id come hang out with you instead of going somewhere so I picked up the food I hope you like the flowers some lady sold them to me on the-”
You laughed, kissing his cheek to make him stop- you knew if you didnt do something, anything, hed probably go on that nervous rant for hours.
“Its perfect.” You smiled at him, happiness filling up in your eyes.
Peter felt relief envelope his body. He wished he wasn't so awkward around you, but you didnt care if he rambled, or accidentally scare you half to death. You were so sweet and funny and new him so well and man, you looked so pretty at this time of day, he wish he could take a picture of you and keep it forever. He sighed, relishing the feeling of your hand in his.
“Wait-” you interrupted his thoughts, “how are you gonna eat?” You pointed at the obvious mask covering his face.
“Oh!” He thought, feeling dumb for not thinking of that and maybe changing before he decided to knock on your window.
He quickly fumbled with his mask, bringing it above his nose so all you could see was a wide grin.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much better,” you smiled, and kissing his cheeck again you yelled: “Lets eat!”
I hope you guys liked this! I havet been active (like at all) so I hope this makes it up! :)
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rules:
always repost the rules
answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!
give 11 questions
tag 11 people
i was tagged by @isakvdhflorenzi, ty miss lorena <3
1. Is the social media presence of the characters important to how you view the quality of the remake/show?
hm well skam nl is my favorite and their social media game is trash LMAOOO so generally No but i do feel like remakes who DO have such a good presence kind of elevate the show and i think it’s pretty heartwarmin to see some remakes go sm farther than skam with social media and puttin out educational and IN CHARA resources like skames does this so well and i feel like in that way, the team is really really spreadin skam’s spirit via these resources (like joana’s billion bpd awareness ig accounts and lucas rubio’s yt channel)
2. Least favourite clip of the show? Why?
tbh there are definitely some duds but probably one of the clips with sana gettin herself into a hole in s4 just bc some were hard to watch cus cringey or yikes .... idk i cant think of others LMAO
3. Which character did you feel the most connected to and why?
ijeoiqjiwoij even tho even is my all time fave skam chara, i have to say isak for all of these reasons
4. Your least favourite part of every season?
season 1 - tbh even though i really enjoyed this season, it does take a while for it to build up like i rmr at first not being that interested until ep6 maybe ?? which is hard when you’re trying to get your friends to watch but they have to wait until ep6 before shit starts RLLY buildin up and gettin wild
season 2 - hm ig noora chasin after william ??
season 3 - bro NOTHINGGG call me a purist but its such a refined masterpiece like the pacing is good the characterization is so good ugh i deadass cant think of anythin
season 4 - i always felt a little ??? w noora being sana’s bff ig bc from s1-s3 it didn’t Feel like they were that close like even in noora’s pov, sana wasn’t really a part of it that much ?? like eva was more of noora’s bff ?? so i feel like it would have made more sense if maybe sana spoke more with chris or vilde bc sana and vilde eventually seemed to get closer esp with kosegruppa and chris has always been by sana’s side ?? idk that always confused me
5. What is your opinion on the cast’s participation on social media? Do you prefer it when the cast aren’t that involved like the Skam cast, or do you like a lot of content like the Fr cast do?
tbh i don’t care much abt the casts LMAOOO if anythin it kind of brings more harm as seen with the harassment axel and maxence get and also can bring more controversy like with irene (which honestly is p sad considerin how much i love skames bc now i feel super :/ watchin it like she shouldve just had private accts at this point)
6. Favourite song you found from Skam or the remakes?
OMFGGG love this question .... def doorman by slowthai and mura masa bc its one of my fave songs now and i got it from skam nl <3 ugh taste
7. If you could decide which characters from Skam got a season, who would you choose?
OOOHHH ugh torn bc i like isak’s pov but also i want even’s so might have to forfeit isak season for even season ....... hm so probs vilde, sana, even, noora (maybe not w william tho) and honestly maybe jonas too ??
8. Are there any moments that you liked in the show that everyone else seems to hate?
IJXDWQOIJJ yes .... remakes-wise, people hate skam nl s2’s last half but i enjoyed it for the most part ... i think the pacing was off for the last ep but personally, clip 50 made up for it and is p god tier imo ..... and also don’t think the first half of ep10 is enough to discredit the entire season bc i rlly loved seeing liv’s pov and have sm fave moments from the season
but skam wise, omg might get a lil controversial w this one IM SORRY !!! im bein honest and its Just my opinion ok
personally s2 got me more invested than s1 and i don’t think its a super bad season like i didnt really say many problems wrong with it until i got on tumblr wiejioqjoiqjq i was sort of interested in the questions that the noora/william dynamic brought up which is, as expressed in william’s war speech to noora, that nothing is ever black/white which i feel was a huge message and feeds into the ‘you never know what ppl are going through’ theme of the season ... like i like the idea of someone like noora, who can have a black/white mentality (as seen in the first clip of s2 when she tells vilde that they can’t have the tannin company as their sponsor bc they objectify women or smth but misses the context and what it could mean for the bus monetarily bc shes caught up in bein ‘woke’) having to break out of that and see more than one side ... and i think remakes like skam austin expanded on this idea well like when zoya was like ‘must be so nice being right all the time’ which i Do feel like is an important for youth to know today .... bc i think its so easy to get caught up in the idea of being so objectively right and morally superior that people lose sight of the more nuanced characteristics to life ... (omg long ramble BUT)
also LMAOOOOO this one might be more controversial as it pertains to bench scene s4 ok oops again doNT GOTTA AGREE !! ........ but i feel like the scene had a lot of good intentions ... i was def kind of cringing a bit tho bc i understand the subject’s sensitivity and how these topics are hard to talk about but i genuinely feel like they both made Some points and should listen to each other .... like as Hard and as maybe ‘unwoke’ it is to admit, unfortunately you sort of do have to answer the tough questions bc that way we learn from each other .... and i perfectly understand why some ppl wouldn’t want to do this and i certainly am tired abt havin to answer shit abt my sexuality or stupid male questions abt women but if u dont answer them, people do go lookin for answers still and the internet is such a shitty place that its pretty easy (esp with youtube’s algorithm) to lead you to ignorant ppl and perhaps radicalization .... questions help us to better understand our community and sometimes they can have good intentions too but we have to ask and answer them or else people will make up answers (which ive literally seen and its honestly worse to see fake as shit and UNINFORMED answers bc ppl did not want to ask you or ppl of ur identity, esp when they’re already startin from a place of hate .... but i rather have ppl ask me patronizing questions than have them spread false info bc that can do much more harm in the long run) however i DO think that isak should also consider sana’s side and i sort of wish we saw him conceding more bc they both have smth to learn from one another, like sana shouldn’t just be learnin from isak, isak needs to learn from sana too
PHEW SORRY QWIOJQWIO girl i just got opinions on some things this is when my desc rlly comes in handy .... oqjdwqioj
9. What did you learn from the show?
omg honestly too much to write here tbh ..... but if it says anythin im (very slowly) in the works of a three part skam essay about basically how skam teaches us to be better humans and how to better treat the people we care about diowjqioj essentially the three biggest themes of the show: you never know what someone is going through so always be kind, always communicate with your friends, and no person is ever alone and i feel like these are definitely rlly good messages to live by (also livet er nå BITCH !!!)
10. What is your favourite headcanon about your favourite characters?
omg tbh i could not tell u at all how the skam charas are doing except i hope even is okay thats all im thinkin of ok .... OIWXIOJX omg remakes wise tho ..... honestly im so bad at this girl IDK !!!!! LMAO i have to really think i have a bit of vdh and dutch even but thats bc we know like Zero abt them so its easier oijwiojqio idk liv and noah bein cute as shit ..... OH WAIT personally i feel like janna got a bunch of pansexual energy so my BIGGG hc is that she’s pan also bc she’s one of my all time fave charas and my fkn url so itd be dope if she was pan ok boom
11. What is your opinion on fanfiction in the fandom?
tbh i don’t read skam fanfiction but i don’t mind reading some from the remakes (tho still its rare) ... eiojeioqw i just don’t trust anyone but julie to write skam charas bc i think that’s how precious the show is to me LMAO like idk everything ive seen of skam fanfiction and ficlets and one shots, i could never get into bc the tone is just so out of character or there will be lines that just take me out of the fic bc im like this !!!! is not !!! how the chara acts !!!! so yeah idk not rlly a fan bc of my purist ass but i dont mind others reading it
Questions:
1. Favorite quote of the show?
2. Which country would you like to see have the next remake? Do you have any headcanons?
3. Which season would you rewrite and how would you rewrite it?
4. What clips do you personally like or don’t mind, but others hate?
5. Which songs do you think SKAM or the remakes should have included? For which moments?
6. Who would you give SKAM season five to and what topics and themes would it cover?
7. What moment spoke to you or touched you from SKAM the most?
8. How did you find SKAM? How did you feel about it right after watching?
9. Have you shared SKAM with any friends in real life? What did they think of it?
10. Of the remakes, which characters are your favorite of their SKAM counterparts? (Ex. who is the best Vilde remake? Eva? etc.)
11. How do you feel about the SKAM (and remakes) tumblr fandom?
I tag: @smileykeijser @whatadaze @queenofpurgatoryx @itlukey @skamyeets @shaykeijser @megeliz01 @isakcijser @wackpainterkid @axelauriantblot @kar-d-momme
(omg ik some of yall have been tagged so just ignore if u dont want to do it ok im srry it was in the RULES!)
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i went on a long ramble on twitter and realized i was going to stop so im gonna talk about some personal stuff relating to “leo shitposts about system shenanigans at 2 am”. the bulk of this is gonna be under a cut but
im fictionkin, ive been a multiple system for like 7 years now, and both of those things are a major part of my life and my identity. our identity. identities? overall identity. i used to be really really open about it on my old tumblr, but then i went through a horrendous amount of abuse, lost contact with all my friends, had the foundation of myself as a person completely torn down, and when i came back i was still kinda open about it but gradually tapered off because i was scared of potential backlash for being cringey/too weird/etc. especially now that im apparently a popular artist in the jsab fandom.
jsab is not only my current major special interest, but had enough of an effect on me for myself & my alters to form strong attachments to the characters and, well, pick up kintypes. we even have a fictive of [drumrolls] cube. that’s just something that’s a Thing with us. and, yeah, it does... it does affect our askblog, because it started out as Hex (who’s kin of square) goofing off and wanting to do fun jsab stuff. the palanauts stream was entirely “irl swears plays jsab and makes funny jokes”.
“so why dont you talk about it anymore?” my abuser gaslit me to hell and back and i forgot who i even was. tumblr has always been full of “kin drama”-- i was here during 2013, trust me, ive seen it-- but after returning from 7 months of emotional hell i saw that the climate had entirely changed in a really weird way. like, yeah, kin was more widespread and known about, but it was still like... a joke. or annoying.
we also feel very self-conscious about the things we kin, and there’s a bunch of reasons: we feel like we’re being cringey, we feel like we shouldn’t have this level of connection (hex especially has a lot of embarrassment about “why am i kin of a tiny cyan square that says fuck”), there’s been a couple of instances where there has been, like, fandom drama because of us or a friend being too open about kintypes in situations where the creator was hands-on with the fandom and saw it as people “stealing characters”.
and its like... i know other jsab kins! im not the only one! counting my own system i think i know one of, like, everybody. but the problem is: i am now running an askblog with 140+ followers. people react to me as if i am a big popular person that is intimidating bc i... am apparently a big name in the fandom now or something? (ill admit this really really confuses me and probably will until the end of time). so like... how are people going to react to “oh, yeah, the person that runs justasksandbeats is a kinnie system and the dialogue from swears/friend/cube is his alters writing how they would respond in a given situation”.
although that does mean that, yes, the art cube draws on ja&b IS drawn by Actual IRL Cube. the rest of the art is a collab effort between the whole system but if we get an ask asking cube to draw, then cube fronts and draws. hex thinks its really cute.
im rambling a lot, sorry... i guess its just, i want to be open about stuff, because i am Very open on my twitter. im just also scared that people are going to react negatively, especially now that i have followers that met me through the askblog or the tag. i also have trouble being talkative on tumblr in general because my post modes are either “several consecutive short posts like i do on twitter” or “long walls of text no one wants to read” like this. but ive like... just. gradually stopped being The Real Me on here and its making us feel weird. im still gonna keep up the persona on the askblog as Being A Normal Person Who’s Just A Huge Dweeb but at least on here i want to like... i dont know.
uhhh thanks for reading if you got this far i guess
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Strip That Down
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Request: Could you write a smut where the reader and Peter have thus HUGE sexual tension and one day at one party with the Avengers the reader starts to dance in a really sexy way (u can choice the song, show us your playlist) and everybody (especially the booooys) is looking at her which leads to a rough jealous Peter? Oh, and can u make her Tony’s daughter? Just bc yes. I FUCKING LOVE U I’M ALWAYS CHECKING YOUR BLOG TO SEE IF YOU POSTED SOMETHING
A/N: HI I LOVE YOU OMG okay I know ive been slacking with the whole tagging thing but that ends now i promise okay ALSO I DON’T HAVE SEXY SONGS SO I LITERALLY HAD TO ASK MY FRIEND FOR A SONG SO IF IT ISNT SEXY IM SORRY
Peter stares at you from across the room, his lips pulled into a small frown as you ignore him. He knew that you knew he was here, you had sent him a small smile and a wave as soon as he walked in. He had immediately gravitated to you, as he always did, but you were already too busy with Steve. Peter resigned back to his seat, assuring himself that the two of you would find your way together sometime in the night, but three hours later, Peter isn’t too sure that he’ll even get to say a word to you tonight. You had been far too busy for him.
You and Peter had an interesting relationship. You were friends, pretty good ones at that, but there was an undeniable tension that pulled the two of you together. At first, it was uncomfortable, and you could barely stand to be in the same room as him, but eventually you two had fallen into a teasing pattern and it had just become your relationship.
Peter is ripped from his thoughts when an unfamiliar beat starts and you laugh loudly. He looks toward you to find you wrapped playfully in Clint’s arms, the two of you singing along loudly.
“You know I’ve been taking some time, and I’ve been keeping to myself.” Peter smiles at the two of you as you dance around the almost barren dance floor. The two of you continue singing along, Clint spinning you out of his arms as the two of you dance independently, and Peter knows you’ve been teasing him when your hips start swinging and you look to him, still singing. “You know I love it when the music’s loud, but come on, strip that down for me.” You sing to him, a mischievous glint flashing in your eyes.
Peter’s suddenly glad that Tony isn’t here, because if he could see the way that Peter (and every single other person in the room) was staring at his daughter, Tony might rip him to pieces. Peter bites his lip and you grin triumphantly from the dance floor, turning away from him. He stands quickly, indignance written across his face as he takes strides to meet you, his hand outreached to grasp your wrist. You turn and smile as though you’re surprised to see him behind you.
“Peter, hey!” You exclaim, and he glares at you.
“I need to talk to you.”
Without further questioning, you let Peter drag you off the dance floor, ignoring the beating of your heart and the whistling behind you. Peter stop as soon as the door of the elevator closes behind you, pushing his chest against yours and pressing your back into the cold metal of the wall. “Hi.”
“Don’t play innocent. I know you were teasing me.” He says, and though you know he’s trying to be dominant, his voice shakes very slightly. Instead of poking fun at him as you usually would, you stay silent. He drops his forehead to press against yours and lets out a small sigh of anticipation. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Instead of nodding, you desperately reach for his lips with your own, your mouths quickly meeting in a heated kiss. Peter moans in satisfaction and raises his hands to cup your face, pulling you closer. You grasp his wrists in your hands and open your mouth when his tongue runs across your bottom lip. You turn your head to the side and search the right button to press as his lips trail down your neck, finally resting on your collarbones. When the bell dings, informing you that you’ve reached the correct floor, you pull away from Peter and lead him to your bedroom, making sure your father was down in his office as he promised. You close the door behind you and turn around to face the panting boy behind you. Rushing forward, Peter grabs you by the hips and presses his lips to yours once again, leading you blindly to the large bed against the back wall of the room. You collapse when your knees hit the mattress, Peter falling on top of you.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He informs you, breaking away to unbutton his shirt and pull it off as you worked on the zipper of your dress. Peter, who is altogether inexperienced except for a few moments of intimacy he had shared with someone he couldn’t even bother to think about while you’re in front of him, is flustered. He’s pulled all his clothes off, save for his boxers, and he’s shell-shocked at the sight of you in only your underwear and bra. You squirm uncomfortably and he reach a hand out to grasp your wrist. “No, no. Y-you look, like, really n-nice.” He stutters, and you giggle, shaking your head.
Any discomfort you may have felt has now melted away as Peter pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours, his hands moving up your arms to the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it for a moment before the two sides are falling apart and the straps are sliding down your arms. Peter’s hands move to cup both of your breasts in his hands and you moan as his thumbs move over your nipples. You toy with the waistband of his boxers, his mouth still attached to yours. He groans and pushes the lace of your underwear down impatiently, his middle finger immediately finding your clit.
Gasping with surprise, you grip his wrist as he rubs harsh circles against the bud of nerves, and he hums contentedly. “Good?” He asks, his voice is relaxed, and you marvel at the fact he was able to go from shaking to confident in less than ten seconds.
“Good. So good.” You moan as the tip of his finger slips from your clit to your opening, teasing you. Your hips buck up and he chuckles, pushing his finger slowly inside of you, and you let out a long string of his name. “Peter, Peter please.”
“Please what, baby?” He asks, and you aren’t even sure of the answer because of how quickly your mind is spinning. He hits a particularly sweet spot with the tip of his finger and you gasp loudly, your voice shaky when you reply.
“More, Peter. I need more, I need you.” You ramble, and he grins, pulling his finger out of you and quickly testing the taste on the tip of his tongue. “Peter, please.”
He nods and pushes his boxers down, standing up quickly and fumbling to get the fabric off of his leg. You bite your lip to stifle your giggle when he falls back on top of you and he smiles, rolling his eyes.
His face loses all emotion except determination once again as he rubs his tip and up down your slit, causing a groan to fall from your lips. “What do you want?” He asks, and you turn your head, burying your face in your pillows and already blushing at your words.
“I want you to fuck me.” You say timidly, but Peter doesn’t comment on your tone.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” At your word, Peter pushes into you, pushing a loud moan out of your lips. You grip his biceps and he grabs your leg, pushing it up over his hips. You push his hips forward with the leg he had wrapped around himself and he lets out a loud groan, stilling when his hips are flush with yours. “Peter...” You whine, and he chuckles, grinding his hips against yours.
As stated before, Peter Parker was not an experienced boy. He had only had sex a handful of times, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve.
You cry out, a hand automatically reaching to Peter’s hair. He pulls his hips back, slamming them into you until your mouth is open but sounds are void. With one hand holding his weight by your head and the other gripping your headboard, Peter pounds into you with speed you weren’t sure was human. “Fuck, (Y/N),” Peter says, and you moan, far too into your own pleasure to listen to what he’s saying to you. When he hits a spot inside of you that makes your toes curl, you scream out and dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Peter, right there. Right there.” You repeat, and he nods, slamming his hips repeatedly into the same spot. Pete moves his hand from the headboard to your clit, rubbing firm circles until all you can see, feel, and hear is Peter. You cry his name and clench around him, causing him to groan and drop his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and coming right after you.
As soon as he’s done, his arm gives out from below him and he falls you your side, wrapping an arm around you with an appreciative, “Wow.”
You giggle and nod. “Wow, indeed.” You smile, nuzzling under his arm. “Definitely worth the wait.” You say, and he chuckles.
“Agreed.”
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"did you think I forgot?" for luzlip??? PLS IM THIRSTY AF
ASH ILY AND I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR!! i hope ive done these sweet boys justice oh man and!! thank you so much for the prompt!
“Did you think I’d forget?”
“I was uh, kind of hugely relying on the fact, actually,” George sighed, as his boyfriend laid the stack of DVDs he’d brought over down on the coffee table before them. 28 Days Later, WWZ, and, oh god, was that Dawn of The Dead? He felt a little sick just looking at the covers.
“After I got Malarkey that book he’d been looking at months ago for his birthday without him ever mentioning it to us out loud?”
“Well gee, Car, when you put it like that I sound like a terrible boyfriend.”
“Hey now,” Carwood chided softly, tilting George’s face towards his own so that their eyes would meet. “You’re not. Don’t ever go thinking otherwise, okay?”
George found himself leaning forward so that their lips could meet, a little unsure of what to say. He was always a little taken aback by the sincerity of Carwood’s words in such moments, still not fully used to self-deprecating remarks being met with kindly contradictions.
“Though if you’re using that to trick me into making out with you instead of watching one of these…”
Oh yeah, what George had thought about Carwood Lipton, being kindly? He took it all back in a heartbeat.
“Pleaaaase don’t make me watch them,” he whined, nuzzling his face against the other’s neck. “God this is the worst deal I ever made in my entire life. Even worse than the time I traded away my last beer for two jagerbombs and threw up outside of KFC and you had to carry me home.”
“That wasn’t even that bad in the grand scheme of things, you’ve done worse since-”
“-hey!”
Carwood chuckled, peppering George’s hairline with kisses. “Sorry. Anyway, stop stalling. World War Z is arguably the least scary of the three, but 28 Days has Cillian Murphy so-”
George cut him off with another (albeit slightly overdramatic) groan. “I’d expect this from Speirs maybe, but not you… Never you… What happened to kind old Carwood? Sweet, loving-”
“Less of the old, there’s a year between us,” the other laughed, gently shoving George’s arm in a playful gesture. “And I know, but I’m a man torn in two here, sweetheart, ‘cause I don’t want you to suffer but also… A deal’s a deal.”
“Yeah yeah, death before dishonour, whatever,” George pouted, finally wriggling out from the embrace the two had found themselves in. “Promise you’ll look after me?”
“You know I will.”
“World War. I can’t believe I’ve even just said that. In what universe does us watching Spice World, which- by the way- is a cinematic masterpiece, mean I also have to watch some godawful zombie flick? What kind of- am I being punished?”
“George, the deal was your idea.”
“And it was a terrible one, never let me have ideas ever again.”
“You really really don’t want to do it, huh?” Carwood’s voice was softer now, fingers carding through George’s hair- George, who had found himself a little lost for words.
“I- I mean yes- no- fuck, I wanna do it because it’s the deal and you like this kind of thing but I don’t want to do it because- look I have no idea what to do because my heart says 'do it for him’ and my head says 'it won’t be so bad’ but my entire being says 'run the fuck away from any and all signs of the undead’ so-”
“Shaun of The Dead.”
“What?”
“Shaun of The Dead,” Carwood repeated with a smile, reaching over to slide his collection of DVDs back into his bag before settling back down, picking up the remote to channel hop instead. “Not today, give you some time to prepare yourself- it’s a comedy so it isn’t too bad. We can even have a three taps and we’re out rule if it’s still a little too much though. But you don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable- you know that right? If you don’t want to watch them, that’s okay. I’m not going to up and leave just because you don’t want to watch the world fall into ruins. I love you for you, and if an aversion to zombies comes as part of the you package then that’s fine too.”
“Did you just say- did you just say you loved me?”
“I- uh- I- yeah, I-” He blushed, bringing a hand up to cover his face- unwilling to meet George’s gaze. “Guess… Guess I did.”
He finally mustered up the courage to peek out through his fingers, and felt a warm rush of relief wash over him. Figured it was definitely worth the embarrassment to see the look on the other’s face- one that could only be described as pure, childlike elatement.
“I knew it- I knew it you know, when you agreed to watch Spice World, I knew it,” George babbled delightedly, running his fingers through his hair in a slightly manic motion. “Oh my god, oh my god, this is the best- this is the best!”
Carwood felt a laugh bubble up from deep within his chest as the other continued to ramble, almost jumping and down in his chair with excitement.
“That’s- this is just! I love you too! And, and and and I’ll watch any zombie film you ever want-”
“George-”
“-Okay no I won’t but! I’ll think about it maybe but I probably won’t. But I love you too- I love you too! You know that don’t you?”
“I do. I promise, I do.”
#asks#ruinsrebuilt#lip/luz#george luz#carwood lipton#my writing#THANK YOU!! FOR THE PROMPT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY#modern au and theyre like 19/18 respectively ish#also the anecdote like#me and the bf had this deal. except i made him watch donnie darko and not the spice girls (but ive done that too)#and he wouldnt relent on the zombie thing he was like nah nah you gotta- we had a deal babe you gotta#(he would have let up if i was in genuine terror but the truth is im a drama queen at heart so most of my fear was over-exaggerated)#so i laid down the law and i got 3 taps out and we did it in daylight with the curtains open and he had to walk me the entire way home#weirdly enough WWZ WASNT that scary after all but im still not about that zombie life and probably never will be (except for the last of us)#but he keeps bringing up 28 days later... like we'll be lying there and i'll mention a show i want to watch and he'll laugh like#'u still owe me that.... remember...' and every time im like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#so god knows when that's gonna happen lmao#anyways yeah this was rambly af sorry i just take a lot of insp from real life and also wanted to maybe provide some kind of context idk#also!! i love you!!!! and i love lip/luz and thank you for the prompt i hope i got the characters right!!
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Welcome to Stamford Pt 4
Okay so how long has it been of sever writers block, crossed with an earthquake and to many hours at work? Weeks, months? I don’t know but all I know is im back, and this ladies and dudettes is what I call- ‘you know when you have written like 3 chapters and you think they are all shit so you re-write them and you spew corny shit all over the pages’! But I needed to give you guys something, you were begging me and I felt bad. So please don’t kill me for this.
Now the way I see Finn in this, is different. He’s more loveable, cheerful and what I think FUNNY??
Just think of the way Nico acts in real life. I always see moody Finn and grumpy Finn… what about happy Finn. But hey if you don’t like it, then pass this on as a flake.
Now my writing is meh? I haven’t written in so long and this was a spur of the moment thing where I had to write this down before it disappeared.
Enough with my rambles, READ. READ. READ. And P.s I might be on Wattpad now? So im not just writing fan fic anymore!
I LOVE YOU ALL MY PATIENT FOLLOWERS! MWAH!!!
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PART 3 GUYS! HAVE A RE-CAP
FINN POV
Sweat baby Jesus.
I could see the blush invade her ivory skin, her plump cheeks turning a glorious shade of crimson red. Her eyes avoiding mine as I tried in vain to see those deep chocolate irises of hers.
Stubborn girl
I knew she was embarrassed. The all mighty Rae with a mouth as lethal as a gun was stunned in silence.
I could hear Archie briefly chuckle under his breath before my eyes flicked to his. It was a moment of gratitude when he cleared his throat and straightened his posture, not muttering a single word more. I didn't need to give this girl a reason to run.
I couldn't help the broad smirk stretch across my face, not that she would even notice. No she was too busy playing with the loose threat of her shirt. Dazed by her own lyrical words, and most likely regretting the last five minutes of her life.
"Oh really" I couldn't help but question with a little pep to my words. I won't lie, I was enjoying this. Watching her body squirm under my gaze like I was her weakness, I felt powerful but also very amused.
I straightened to my full height but kept my arms crossed across my chest, my smile never fading. This girl was really something.
"Go on..." I asked as I lifted an eyebrow, my gaze never wavers from hers.
Her head shot up, I could see her brain ticking away. Most likely over thinking the situation she got herself into.
“I... ugh- I only just read that part" she stuttered barely above a whisper.
Before I had the chance to reply to the vixen my view was obstructed. Blue eyes pierced into mine, it wasn't a foreign experience looking into them but it was an experience I unfortunately discovered one too many times.
"Hiya Finn" Her slightly squeaky voice made me shutter. I learnt a few months back that Chloe wasn't going to give up, yes I might have led her on at the start, body first, mind second. I am a guy, and nobody in their right mind can say they have never done or won’t ever do something like that. By the time I learnt other aspects about Chloe, the way she coolly spoke about other females, her slightly flirtatious fingers that wondered a bit too much along the planes of my body I realised we had nothing in common. She likes attention, I hated it. That was more than enough reason to keep away. I hadn't even kissed the girl and I have to fend her off with a spatula.
Her finger nails slide alone my shirt, whilst her other hand tangled through her hair, twirling her locks into a tight knot. Ha! Hope her fingers get fucking stuck.
"Chloe" I nodded, removing her hand and backing up slightly. I noticed her smile drop before her fake facade crept its way back onto her face.
"I was thinking that maybe we could hang out again tomorrow night" her sickly sweet voice was drumming through my head. I noticed her eyes flick back towards Rae who still looked like a deer in headlights. A smug smirk etched its way onto her slim face, and I knew exactly what was going on.
I knew at that moment she was marking her territory. Fuck, she might as well just cock her leg and piss on me instead. I've had numerous girls attempt this, and all of them failed. I was not some object, I liked my space and I liked to make my own decisions. And right now my own monologue sounded like a pre-teen-fucking-girl.
"Actually chlo" I spoke coolly, fuck I hope this worked. "Rae and I already had plans".
Four mouths dropped in unison, but only two mouths spoke- or yelled.
"What" Chloe and Rae were in sync, both tones slightly pitchy but I gave it a C+ for effort.
"Maybe all that erotic smut has seeped too far into that head of yours Rae" I wiggled my eyebrows to emphasize what I meant; "If you don't remember us having plans tonight, then maybe I should just drag you away now".
I hoped to God Rae played along with this one, my eyes were pleading to her. I could see the sparkle of mischief in those doe eyes, it manifested in self into a full blown grin and I was nearly knocked of my feet.
Two rows of while teeth, cute little dimples that sat on the edge of her beautiful smile, and I even noticed the wrinkle she got near her eye.
God, this sad sap of and man could just reach out and pinch the roundness of her cheeks like an overbearing Grandma. I have officially lost my balls.
"Oh that. Sorry totally forgot, ugh. Well all I really remember is that you- you promised me pizza all expenses paid for and I can't really turn that down" Rae was a natural liar, I wasn't sure to be scared or amazed.
"You sure you need the pizza" Chloe mumbled under her breath, but I know that Rae and the others had heard her snide comment.
Just as I was about to say something in return, I heard Rae speak up. To say I was shocked was an understatement, to say I was now stiff as a board down stairs was completely accurate. Oh the bite in her words was beyond erotic.
"Well Chlo, yeah I do. An ass like this doesn't stay this round by only eating salad. Maybe you should try it one day; I mean it might give them something to look at from behind".
SHE HAD ME. HOOK. LINE. SINKER.
My arm was then suddenly torn from my body, blood spraying the weak as zombies raided the school demolishing those who couldn’t run fast enough. Poor Chloe dead, her jugular spraying warm blood one the walls… is what I wanted to narrate but really it was Rae pulling me along towards the library exit whilst I threw I peace sign over my shoulder to gayer, red and blow –up Barbie. Oh I could so be a writer.
She let me go from her clutches as soon as we were far enough away and stopped awkwardly. She smelled like coconut, her face flushed red, and her tacky bag just hung limp from her hand.
“Okay well this was fun- ugh… See ya!” have you ever watched a girl speed walk away from you like you just announced that you had leprosy? Well that was what Rae was currently doing and I must say my ego wasn’t too impressed.
“HEY!” I yelled, which caused her to walk a little faster. I swear she could win Olympic gold with that stride.
“Rae Stop! I mean it…” shit this was not working. She had managed to cross the quad and head towards the front of the school. I knew once she made it out of the gate I would lose her. So many possible ways she could turn and with a walk like that I wouldn’t be surprised if she walked all the way to London by the time I made it to the chippy.
It was time to officially lose any street cred that I had.
Operation embarrass-the-shit-out-of-rae-until-she-stops comenses.
“Rae Earl! How could you do that to me! Kiss me then leave me for another!” I yelled, fake sobs raked my body and any student between her and I gawked. Including Rae herself, excellent.
“You told me it was only me!” I continued, falling to my knees in a dramatic fashion.
I looked at the ground as she started to cuss in my direction. I didn’t need to see her to know she was currently heading my way.
“Get the fuck up Finn”.
“Why don’t you love me anymore?” I wailed waving my hands in the air like a mother giving birth. I really shouldn’t have dropped drama class. I was just imagining my name in flashing lights- Finn ‘the knicker dropper’ Nelson, God of the theatre. Ultra sexy alter ego named ‘Nico mirallegro’ king of the Italian mafia. (Always had a thing for Italian names, sue me!)
“If I wanted to listen to an asshole Finn, I’d fart. Now get the fuck up!” Rae’s face was just a whisper from my ear and I couldn’t help but crack a large grin as I got back to my knees.
“You had me at hello” I spoke lustfully giving her a good ol’ wink.
“You’re a pervert! Why the fuck did you just do that to me… and you? Aren’t you worried about your reputation! God you are so stupid” she smacked her palm on her forehead and huffed.
I sighed. “Why would I care what any of these people think?” twisting my brows together as I saw the shock on her face. “… and plus the way you were walking you’ve be in Australia before I knew it. I wanted you to stop”.
She gave me a look as to say ‘why?’ and I breathed heavily… well ive already gone this far.
“I thought we had plans… you know-pizza?”
“You meant that?” I nodded.
“Oh well I thought you were just saying that to get away from Chloe” I rubbed my face with my hands and then looked straight into her chocolate eyes.
“You intrigue me Rae. You act different, you look different. I need a change in my life. So what do you say? Pizza…?”
Ohkay who the fuck am i, and what have i just done to grumpy Finn. i took me years to perfect that grunt, and in a matter of 10 minutes she just managed to turn me into a completely different person. Ohkay maybe i need to rethink my acting career, im not good at staying in character.
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forgot if i already talked about it but i guess i honestly didnt like wolf children/boy and the beast that much lol and i think i finally figured out why
ok so ill have my original post and short convo i had with this one guy and then write about my feelings after those two that provide some context.
ok real quick so wolf children and the boy and the beast are both from award winning anime director mamoru hosoda!
wolf children has a single mother with 2 kids who are werewolves/shifters since they can change whenever they want. she’s a widow because her husband was walking around the city in wolf form, scared ppl, and got killed by animal control in tokyo. she and her kids move out to the rural boonies on a small homestead where she farms and stuff so that her kids can have space to be their wolf forms and run around without fear.
the boy and the beast has a human child fall into the hidden magical parallel furry world and get raised by this beast/bear furry? i...forget what his adoptive dad’s species is lol, sorry its been a long time since ive seen the movie.
spoilers for the ending but. here.
wolf children - yuki, the daughter, decides to stay in the human world with her mom and go to high school. ame, the son, decides to live his life as a furry/wolf boy protecting the forests.
boy and the beast - adoptive father sacrifices himself for protag, fuses spirits/hearts/whatever with protag so that they’re not really separated even in death, then the protag and dad defeat the antagonist and the protag decides to stay in the human world with his human girlfriend.
soooo. yeah. the movie ends with the families splitting up and the two cultures of mundane humans and magical creatures separating forever.
(og post) original post from my kitsu:
“ok, so like after watching wolf children tonight, im left with a bunch of questions and, idk maybe i dont understand the ending, but like. what. i also have a copy of the boy and the beast and watched it a while go. and like. i feel like, out of his two movies, they were overall very good. however, the endings always leave me with a ton of questions and mixed feelings? is mamoru hosoda just going to be “that guy” for me? you know, “that guy.” like, he’s an ok dude but you have mixed feelings about him? is it still worth watching his other movies, the girl who leapt through time and summer wars, at this rate? idk????
edit: …. i realized i also borrowed mirai from the library, am i going to watch the whole thing and then be like. what.“
response to this one guy, pseudonym:
I didn’t like wolf children and while I overall enjoyed the boy and the beast I did feel it was lacking something. Give summer wars a go though as in my opinion it’s easily his best film, that said I haven’t seen Mirai.
my responses:
“ that’s interesting. hmm im trying to figure out what i didn’t like about his endings for these two movies and i think it might be the whole separation thing? but the weird thing was that i didn’t mind the family separation thing in maquia, another family drama oriented anime? so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ????? what about you?”
pseudomym:
“I haven’t seen Maquia. It’s been a while since I watched either film but I just remember Boy and the beast feeling generally a little uninspired and wolf children feeling hollow having nothing going on but cuteness and idealization of the mother character that I couldn’t get behind. It also fell into the annoying and well worn trap of insisting the daughter come to terms with her wolf side as necesary but the boy’s arc is to go reject his humanity and abandon his family to live in the woods as a young teen and the mother learning to accept his really stupid decision. Fuck that, thats a shtty life decision and it should be treated accordingly.”
my response:
i agree with some points! like, i get that the mother was a hardworking single mother who needed to give her kids some more freedom and also isolation in life to hide the whole werewolf secret, but when ame was just like “imma drop out of elementary school,” and hana was ok with it, i was just staring at the screen like “no, why are you letting him do this?” i feel like my issue with the boy and the beast was that ren decided that “humans and monsters need to live in their own world,” and left forever when i was thinking “no man, you can have both, work in the human world on weekdays and just go back to the monster world on weekends or something, you have basically nothing in the human world but this random girl you met and whatever the japanese version of the GED is.”
so. after thinking about it. literally for a few years. i realized. the reason i don’t like these movies, or at least their endings, since the premises sounds interesting enough for me to try them. is probably because im projecting my own weirdo complex identity issues on them. (own ramble lol) (other ramble on kitsu) (transracial tag on main) (racial imposter syndrome with NPR’s Code Switch) (all mixed up what do we call people of multiple backgrounds, also on NPR’s Code Switch)
so. as you can hopefully see. i. am currently in a pretty big identity/culture crisis. and. i think that the endings of these movies rubbed me the wrong way because their solution was to choose one over the other. like. there’s no room to try to make it work, to try and have a balance between the two worlds.
as mentioned above, in wolf children, why the heck not try to make it work? be a furry forest protector and still visit your mom because you’re in the same area. in fact, ame is literally the stupidest kid/literal elementary school drop out because, instead of trying to help the forest with actual laws and such because bc, its sad but let’s be real, capitalism and bulldozers can affect the forest more than one kid trying to larp as the big bad wolf of the forest. and you know how ame could’ve tried to protect the forest in a more substantial way? literally just. finding a balance between the human and magical werewolf/animal world and becoming a botanist/biologist/ecologist/forest ranger. someone who can bring some actual solutions to fixing issues in the forest with science. instead of like. “feeling the forest vibes” or whatever the heck was even happening there.
and then also as mentioned in the boy and the beast, protag-kun leaves behind all his childhood friends and the ppl who helped his adoptive dad raise him, practically his adoptive aunts and uncles, behind for a random girl he met, his birth dad and step family, and whatever a japanese GED is. like. again, why not try to make it work? have two cultures????
you dont have to choose one over the other!!
i’m sure that mamoru hosoda didn’t mean to be like. idk. insensitive to people of mixed races/cultures, etc., esp. since japan is not a very racially/culturally diverse place so he probably didn’t even have this mindset when making these movies, but the message in the movies’ endings that you have to pick one culture, country/world, family, etc., over the other because they’re just too incompatible is just. absolute bullshit. do i care that they’re werewolf and magic furry world culture? no, i think you can and should still try dude.
like. i have. a bunch of intersectional race/culture/adoption issues, but am i going to try to have some balance and learn about all of them and live with them? yeah????? do you realize how stupid it is to me to think about like. having to pick between cultures???? its just like. to me, picking one over the other would be like forcing me to stay with white americans or just like. go back to china. like the boy and the beast protag did or someshit????? like???? i can try to balance them??? tisn’t that the whole point of like. chinese american/ immigrant created mixed culture/experiences, esp. for ppl like me who are transracially adopted and have complex life experiences???? wtf??????
like. i would love to learn more about my birth country and all but im not going to be an absolute dumbass like the boy and beast protag and move to another world/country just because “its where i’m from” or “i have biological family there.” i cant speak the language, i’d leave all my friends and family oceans away, how the heck would i even live??
anyways TL;DR - as a person with some complex feelings about identity, and culture, and a person greatly interested in intersectionality due to my lived experiences, mamoru hosoda’s movies and their bullshit anti-intersectionality messages, again most likely unintentional but my brain read it as this, make me not like his movies.
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