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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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I honestly hate how the fandom treats Michael as a hero and I'm seeing posts about it so I feel a liiiittle better talkign about it

my moots are holding back, i can tell. but hes my favorite so im not. and im a little pissed writing this bc. bc i relate to cc a lot. and seeing ppl mischaracterize not only my favorite character but also someone who reminds me of people who fucking suck drives me INSANE.

so psa, im pissed as fuck and i love michael afton.

First off, he killed Evan. That's obvious. Not only was that literall 100% his fault (NOT WILLIAMS IT PISSES ME OFF WHEN PPL MAKE THAT ALL ABOUT WILLIAM SHUT THE FUVCK UP

he was a bully. yeah he was a kid. yeah he was messing with him. Have you considered he was literally. abusive to his brother. i know the fnaf fandom is scared of using that word to describe him but its fucking true. he was abusive. as fuck. that was awful what he did he wasnt just a bully he harassed him and literally locked him in his room. he was fucking horrible.

and yeah, he didnt mean for that to happen, but not only was that stupid as fuck, i hate any interpritation of "he wanted to be like his dad" "his friends coerced him" PLAY FNAF 4. PLAY FNAF 4. FUCKING PLAY FNAF 4 LOOK AT HIS DIALOGUE AND WHAT HE DOES

HE LITERALLY. EGGED IT ON. IT WAS HIS FUCKING IDEA. WHAT PART OF THAT GAVE "he was coerced" THUSHFUDFUDSIOFDUSOFDSIOS

im trying to be normal

Yeah he probably felt like shit after. yeah it probably was some sort of motivator behind his actions. but lets think. lets think.

fnaf 1 and 2 take place before SL, no? So. if thats true. why didnt he burn those down? to "free the souls?" because it was never about the children.

he burned down the fnaf 3 location to get rid of william. it was ALWAYS abotu william. sure he set the kids free but i reeeeaaallyy dont think that was his intention. it was always about william.

in sister location, did he go there out of the kindness of his heart? no he went there because william asked him too. it was ALWAYS about william. and yeah he probably wanted to help liz, he probably really wanted to help her, but based on his actions, was this really for her? or was it for closure

thats something about michael that i put in shitty brother. closure. he didnt actually want to reconcile with his family, he wanted closure on the guilt he felt. is that 100% wrong? no. its normal to want closure, especially after something like that. but also that should not be his goal

did he apologize? yes. he said sorry. he felt bad, sure. but when you kill someone tehy dont come back. evan deserves to never forgive him ever because that was dumb as fuck and HORRIBLE. IT WAS HORRIBLE. ABUSIVE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN

MICHAEL AFTON ABUSED HIS LITTLE BROTHER FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

yeah. abused. say it with me. A-B-U-S-E-D

not just bullied, not just harassed, ABUSED.

ik we're all scared to say it here but its fucking true. say it with ur chest.

this always came back to william. do i thinkk michael is unfeeling and doesnt care about his siblings at all? NO! I think his siblings drove a lot of his actions. but in the end i dont think he always acted with their best interest at heart. or the mci kids'

and the whole "he wanted to be like his dad" i dont fucking care actually. no seriously sit down beside me and tell me that wanting to be like his dad is an excuse for abusing his brother. seriously come closer i wont bite.

tell me how you think that AS A TEENAGER, 100% AWARE OF HIS ACTIONS, that wanting to be like his dad justifies abusing his little brother. his little brother. who as far as we know, never lashed out, never fought back, never did anything to him. tell me how he fucking deserved that

"Michael was just a kid!" so was Evan. So was Elizabeth. So was Cassidy and Charlie and all the kids who died.

tell me how much michael did that didnt revolve around closure and his father. like i get it, he had priorities, but can we please stop acting like he's some angel working for the greater good of everyone.

it feelslike how ppl treat fucking henry. NO HES NOT A GOOD PERSON PLEASE

MICHAEL IS SELFISH HE'S MESSY HE'S STUPID. HE MAKES BAD CHOICES IN FAVOR OF HIMSELF HE PRIORITIZES REVENGE OVER THE GREATER GOOD HE HURTS PEOPLE AND IT MAKES HIM SO MUHC MORE INTERESTING

oh and also in case anybody wants to pull dittophobia out and tell me how mike went thru that trauma

so did evan. and instead of bonding over that trauma, michael harassed him. ABUSED HIM. wording is important. im sorry for repeating myself so much, but nobody ever tells it how it is. it was abuse.

edit: People seem upset by my wording and honestly? fair. i couldve worded this a lot better but i was tired and irritated and one thing i will clarify

i dont care if u dont see adult michael the way i do. i see him as a selfish obsessive guy whos intent is to fix his family, but plenty of people see it differently and thats okay! /gen

but im not taking back anythign i said about teen michael. because i think to do that is unfair to his character and frankly bullshit. i think its bullshit. and i dont care if you disagree. he was a terrible brother and thats that

but adult mike is free real estate idk idrc abt him as much as teen mike.

#tzu rambles #fnaf #michael afton #fnaf 4 #not tagging discourse bc i dont think this is discourse lol. just my thoughts

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wantonlywindswept · 9 months

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CC Aurek Batch + 1

wanted to write some command batch shenanigans with a side of Just Slightly Weird. are they force-users? fae? eldritch creatures? i have no idea!

obligatory mandoa meanings, tho I use them as names so it doesn’t really matter, and it’s clarified who is who later on:

Mirdala: clever, smart

Edee: jaws, teeth

Kote: glory

Buirkan: responsibility

Gettse: courage, nerve

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"Why is it," Alpha-17 sighed, "That whenever stupid shit happens, it's always you five?"

Every member of CC Batch Aurek blinked at him in unison, wearing the same identical expressions of innocence.

Creepy.

"Sorry, sir," Mirdala lied, like the little liar that he was.

"Didn't mean to cause problems, sir," Edee also lied.

Kote opened his mouth but Alpha held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Kote was a terrible liar. It was embarrassing. Alpha had completely failed in teaching that one any kind of subtlety, and did not need a reminder of the reason for Fordo's constant mockery.

"Alright," he said, "Show me the poor cadet you kidnapped."

"I wasn't kidnapped," a young, mulish voice said from behind the perfectly-arrayed line of teenage CCs. "I came on purpose."

"Yes, I'm sure they gave you the option of refusing," Alpha drawled. He glanced pointedly toward Buirkan, who at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "Go on, move."

The quintet shuffled uncertainly, holding out just a little longer before finally parting to reveal the cadet tucked behind Kote and Gettse, gently pushing him forward. Alpha'd had his suspicions about why Aurek decided to openly lay claim on a CT, and the blond roots in the kid's hair certainly explained some of it.

"CT-7567, sir," the cadet said, snapping to attention. His salute was a little shaky, but Alpha didn't often interact with the CTs, and the rumors of him being an asshole were--well, true, but at least a little overblown.

When the cadet stopped there, offering nothing else, Alpha turned his attention to Aurek with a pointed, judgemental frown.

Kote stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders.

"His name is Rex," Kote said proudly, with the smugness of someone who'd clearly won naming rights, going by the disgruntled looks from his batchers.

"He's one of Us," Edee added, belligerent, as if that was enough to excuse the five of them causing chaos and abducting a CT from the cadet barracks in broad fucking daylight. But Alpha heard the emphasis, and--

Well. That was enough.

The thing that not a lot of people knew--or if they did, they shut their damned mouths about it--was that the very first batch of CC-class clones decanted came out...odd.

'Unsettling,' had been the word Mij Gilamar used, said without rancor, unlike the reactions from some of the other trainers. 'Unnatural,' was what Walon Vau called them. Isabelle Reau said that they were 'horrible little abominations', and while Alpha cared exactly fuck-all about what Reau and Priest had to say, he still made sure that Aurek never ended up near their illicit battle circles.

Jango Fett had watched them for a single training session, face growing steadily darker as they demolished the shooting range, and then he'd turned heel and left without a word.

Alpha was pretty sure that was just because they were already close to beating his scores. Sucks to suck, Prime.

There was nothing psychologically, physically, or genetically wrong about Aurek--that the Kaminoans could prove, anyway--and all five were clearly on track to be high-ranked soldiers whenever the war finally started.

But they were, admittedly, really fucking weird sometimes.

"That true?" Alpha asked the cadet. "You're one of them?"

Now that he looked, he could see the similarities between Rex and the rest of Aurek: the little CT was already synced with them, breathing and blinking in time. His eyes bore the same unnatural intensity, and Alpha wondered if he would also be able to locate the others no matter how far away they were.

Rex nodded, a pleased smile breaking across his face. It didn't seem like he smiled that often.

"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm one of them, and they're one of me, and we're all gonna be together now."

Rex looked up at Kote, who smiled besottedly down at him.

"This is Cody!" he said.

"And this is Gree," he said, patting Gettse's arm.

"That's Bly," he said, nodding toward Buirkan.

"And those're Fox and Wolffe," he said, pointing at Mirdala and Edee.

Alpha took in the newly-named Aurek batch with raised eyebrows. They couldn't quite mask their happiness at the new monikers, and Bly stepped forward, meeting Alpha's gaze.

"We will always treasure the names you gave us," he said earnestly, as if Alpha was some tubie in need of reassurance, "But we gave him his name, and he wanted to give us something back."

It wasn't as if the clones had possessions, after all, and names were one of the few things that the Kaminoans couldn't take away.

Alpha scoffed and cuffed Bly in the side of the head.

"I'm not offended, you little brat," he said, "And I'll still call you what I damn well want."

Bly just beamed at him, pleased, and Alpha rolled his eyes. He pushed Bly back into the circle of his batchers and their new plus-one, and if there was any kind of gentleness in his touch, he would deny it until he died.

"Meet up for training tomorrow at the usual time," he ordered, "And bring the kid with you."

Grins all around.

"Sir, yes sir!"

#tcw #tcw fanfiction #alpha-17 #commander cody #captain rex #commander fox #commander wolffe #commander bly #cc batch aurek #i don't actually hc them as being the first CC batch #but for this story they are #hey who's having emotions about names being gifts not meeeee

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thefourthrabbit · 7 months

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loversj0y · 11 months

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'tis the damn season

chapter two - you could call me babe for the weekend

alcohol-induced decisions snowball into conversations about the future, family tensions, poetry, and a serious discussion on the bitchiness of orca whales.

'tis the damn season masterlist

pairing: cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

this part is primarily fluff! im keeping the list of tws in each part just for the sake of clarity

trigger warnings: reader's mother is abusive (not physically) and father is emotionally absent. this will be talked about in extensive detail. alcohol, some suggestive themes, and a lot of anxiety, slut-shaming

author's note: part two baby lets fcking go!!!! this part is insanely sweet but also there are some.... tenser moments due to families being shit tbh (it also becomes abundantly clear here why i consider dialogue my strong suit and not anything else bc i am Not the best at being Descriptive! ao3 version!

word count: 9.6k

You and Wilbur spent the next four days developing a routine. It always started with butting heads with your family and running to Wilbur’s for solace. You two would spend hours talking before falling asleep together on his bed. In the morning, you would walk back to your house, and the cycle would repeat. On the fifth day of this routine, drinks got involved.

“You brought a whole bottle of vodka?” Wilbur deadpanned.

“Yep,” you replied, “I’m not sure about you, but I’d like to get at least mostly drunk.”

He shrugged, “Can’t say I’m doing anything tomorrow that would stop me from wanting to. Plus, we haven’t drank together in years. Got to carry on a tradition.” You mindlessly wondered if he was thinking of the same night you were. “I’ll grab some cups. Want to drink it straight or with a mixer?”

“Both. Start with two shots and then maybe cranberry juice mixer?”

He nodded, “Alright, to the kitchen we go.”

You both walked to the kitchen, and he grabbed two shot glasses. You poured one into each, setting the bottle down and grabbing your shot.

“Ready?”

He picked his shot up and nodded, the both of you throwing your heads back in moments to take the first one. You coughed a bit after swallowing it. You weren’t really used to drinking much anymore, but from the looks of it, neither was Wilbur. He coughed as well, groaning lightly. After you recovered, you started pouring the second shots, and the cycle repeats once more.

“Fucking hell, man, I forgot how annoying shots are,” you chuckled.

He laughed, “Yeah, though, to be fair, we completely forgot a chaser.”

You shrugged, “True, but we have to stay true to our traditions.”

“Good point,” he grabbed the cranberry juice from the fridge, pouring it into two empty glasses while you washed the shot glasses. He added the ice and the vodka, grabbing both cups when he was done. We headed upstairs, sitting on his bed and putting some random show on the TV.

“Man, this really does feel like school all over again,” he laughed.

“You know what they say, ‘when in Rome’,” you chuckled.

“I suppose,” he hummed, both of you taking sips of your drinks.

After a moment, you leaned against him wordlessly. He gave you a confused look and you just shrugged.

“You know,” you started, “for as shit as it is, being with my parents and all, I’m glad I showed up this year.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” He snickered.

You looked up at him, holding your tongue. You were thankful for the vodka giving you an excuse for the redness on your cheeks, but you knew it wasn’t the drinks making you notice just how gorgeous he looked right now. His hair was tousled, probably from the amount of times he would adjust his hair while he spoke. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, drawing attention to the carefully crafted veins that followed from his hands up his arms. There was a slight pink tinge to his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or your staring that made him blush. You were only tipsy, but he made you feel completely intoxicated.

In a moment of boldness, you leaned up and kissed his cheek.“Because if I didn’t, I’d never have seen a certain handsome guy again. And even worse, I never would’ve gotten to do that.”

Almost immediately, he blushed furiously, “You get a drop of alcohol in you and get all kissy, huh?”

You shrugged, and the sober part of your brain was yelling at you to shut up before you did something stupid. “Only with you.”

His breath hitched, obviously unsure of what to say. His mind was in overload. The person he loves is actively flirting it seems, and he had no clue what to do. He thought about kissing you every day since that first kiss. Truthfully, he thought about it every day since you’d met. In the past, it was only the alcohol that gave him courage to ask. Now, his courage lays less in the alcohol and more in the fact that you were flirting with him, and he knew there would not likely be another chance like this. He turned to face you, gently reaching down to hold your hand.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

You nodded. He cautiously pulled you forward, and after a moment of breathlessness, pining, and anticipation, you closed the gap. The entire world came to a stop as your lips pressed together. The only thing you could focus on was his lips on yours, shaky hands pulling each other closer, and the intense beating of your heart.

One kiss turned to two, which then turned to three, which then turned to cups on nightstands, a forgotten show, and a lost count of how many kisses had been shared. You had no clue how much time had passed, the only indication of time was the “Are you still watching?” screen proudly displayed on the TV, bathing you and Wilbur in muted light. You pulled away first, completely breathless and admiring the goofy smile on his face as he panted lightly. He reached a hand up, gently brushing his thumb over a small hickey he’d left near your collarbone.

“Sorry,” he hummed, “got a bit enthusiastic.”

"You're not sorry. I can see how proud you look," You snorted, "But I don’t mind, I just may need to steal one of your jumpers to make up for it.”

He tapped his chin in contemplation, “I like the terms of that deal.” He stood, grabbing a light blue jumper from his closet and handing it to you.

You pulled it on over your shirt before looking down at it, “Will, is this your merch?”

“It may be,” he hummed, “it looks good on you, though, babe.”

You tensed, and it seemed to be more visible than you’d intended as he asked, “Oh, I’m sorry, is that not alright? I can call you something else, or just forego the pet names thing entirely, if that- if that makes you more comfortable.”

You shook your head a bit, “No, it’s… it’s alright. Just not used to it.”

He nodded with a sweet smile, “Alright,” he sat down again, holding his hand out for yours.

You smiled, placing your hand in his. He pulled you forward until you were pressed against his chest again.

“Hi,” he chuckled.

“Hey,” you snorted in response, grinning up at him.

“You’re very pretty,” he hummed.

“So are you.”

“I have a proposition, okay, hear me out, ready?”

You nodded as he continued. “You’re pretty, and you say I’m pretty. And I think, if we’re both pretty, it’d be absolutely beautiful if we kissed some more.”

You burst out into laughter, nodding. “Yeah, okay. I’d love to make something beautiful with you.”

He grinned widely, pulling you in for another kiss. At this point, the alcohol had mostly faded from both your system and his. You two were just drunk off each other, becoming a mess of lips, arms tangled around each other, hands in hair, and matching grins. You never felt more thankful for throwing caution out the wind. When you two eventually tired of kissing, you laid your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, keeping you as close as possible.

“We should probably talk about this,” he said, staring up at his ceiling.

You sighed, burying your face against his chest, “Probably should. Or, we could wait ‘til morning and just be all cozy and relaxed right now.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss into your forehead, “Alright. I am a bit tired, anyway.”

You nodded in agreement and let your eyes slip shut. Upon noticing, Wilbur started humming softly until you’d fully fallen into the arms of sleep.

The morning did not end up as peaceful as you’d hoped it would be. You did not wake up in Wilbur’s arms, but rather to the sounds of him frantically moving across his room, clearly panicking about something.

“Will?”

His head whipped over to you, “Hi, darling, good morning, or- afternoon, rather, I guess.”

“Is everything alright?”

He nodded rapidly, “Yep, yes. Yes. I just- I forgot I have an event for stream today and it starts in like five minutes.”

At that, you grabbed your phone to check the time, startled by how late it was. You were even more startled by the missed call and subsequent text from your mother, informing you of the family holiday dinner that your presence was mandatory for. You groaned, burying your face into the mattress for a moment. The idea of spending another night surrounded by your extended family felt less like a chore and more like court sentencing. Not to mention, you could sense your mother’s kindness was a fallacy she created to convince you to visit. Every moment you were around her you got the sense of her old habits refusing to die.

“I have to go, too,” You sighed, pulling yourself to the edge of the mattress.

He frowned, “Family stuff?”

You nodded.

“Well, maybe after, if you’re not too tired, we can see each other again. If not, there’s always tomorrow, so,” he walked over, gently kissing your forehead, “we got time.”

You were acutely aware of the fact that, realistically, you two did not have time. But that point was irrelevant in this context, so instead, you just nodded.

Wilbur helped you to your feet, gently wrapping his arms around you. You did the same, hugging him tightly for a moment. After a moment, you pulled away and you two stood at arm's length.

He leaned down, giving you a gentle kiss, “I’ll text you after the stream, alright? Hopefully, then I can give you some escape from your family.”

You kissed him back, chuckling, “Please, do. I’ll take all the help I could get against them.”

The walk back home was filled with uneventful dread. You had a few hours to decompress and get ready, but you just didn’t want to go to this dinner. You just wanted to be with Wilbur or to be alone. You opened your front door to see your mother standing in the foyer, and she whipped her head around once you walked in.

“My God, Y/N, I had half a mind to assume you’d died! You don’t even bother to text me when you’ve gone out, or when you’ve woken up, let alone answer my calls, I-“ She stopped herself mid-sentence, taking in your appearance with disdain: the oversized sweater, the messy hair, and the slight red on your cheeks that hadn’t quite gone away since you kissed Wilbur goodbye.

“Where were you?” She demanded, “So help me God, you’d better tell me the truth because, I will not have my child being a whore under my roof.”

You groaned knuckles going white as your hands turned to fists, “For fuck’s sake, Mum, I’m an adult, alright? I’m allowed to have my own life and do my own things, and I am in no way obligated to tell you where I’ve been.”

“Are you on drugs? Have you been going off and getting high?”

“I wish I was, Mum, because maybe then your accusations would actually fucking make sense.”

Your mother scoffed, and you watched with horrid familiarity as her facade returned. Her voice took on a new edge when she spoke, one that brought you back to being a scared child, helpless in defending yourself, “Darling, everything I do is for your sake-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit, mum. You did things for me because it was your job when I was growing up, but you haven’t done shit for me except treat me like an obligation since I left to live in London.”

She let out a sigh, clearly trying to invoke your sympathy, “Well, maybe I just miss knowing what my child is doing.”

You wouldn’t give her an ounce of your pity. “Yeah? Well, maybe if you were a better mother, you’d know.”

You left her standing there in shock as you stormed back to your room. Maybe that was mean, but you couldn’t care less. She made your life a living hell, and still apparently attempts to, and at least now you didn’t have to cower around her anymore. You could stand up for yourself. You got ready for the hellish evening that awaited you, popping on Wilbur’s stream in the meantime. Thankfully, you were able to find an outfit that covered the physical evidence of Wilbur on you, given his apparent love for hickeys. You finished getting ready and just hid out in your room for as long as you reasonably could. Wilbur texted you once his stream ended, and the two of you continued to text throughout the night, which provided a nice distraction from the politics of a family holiday dinner. Your mother refused to make eye contact with you, clearly still upset about our argument. You paid no mind to her pointed remarks and snarky comments throughout the night. The highlight of the evening, however, was your younger cousin. He was a small lad, just recently turned eight, and was frankly a major iPad kid. The joy came from passing behind him to see Wilbur on his screen. He was watching a Minecraft video by someone named Tommy, and lo and behold, there was Wilbur. You brought up Tommy to Wilbur, and he seemed fond of him, happily considering Tommy his “favorite nuisance”.

Once enough people had left – and anyone who was still there was too drunk to notice one less person – you took the opportunity to leave. Once you were out in the light snow, you trekked over to Wilbur’s, shooting him a quick text to let him know you’d be there soon. You were freezing by the time you’d arrived, having left your jacket back in your room.

He opened the door, pulling you into his arms, “Darling, you’re shaking, come here.”

You hugged him back tightly, leaning your head into his shoulder, “You don’t know how happy I am to be here with you.”

“It was that bad?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, closing your eyes, “God, I feel stupid”

“What do you mean?”

“I just- they changed! Or at least, they seemed like they did. Every phone call, they seemed pleasant. I only agreed to even come back because it- it genuinely seemed like they’d changed. But fuck man, they’re exactly the fucking same, if not worse now. I can’t even fathom how I let them get my hopes up again.”

Wilbur didn’t seem to know what to say, instead just rubbing your back soothingly. He spoke up after a moment, “‘m sorry. That sounds like shit.”

“It is,” you pulled away, “I’d rather not think about it anymore, honestly. Not much I can do about it right now, anyway.”

He nodded, “Well, c’mon. You remember how you asked about Tommy?”

You nodded.

“I may have told him about you a bit, and he’s insistent on talking to you. Granted, I told him that wouldn’t be happening, but given the bad night that you’ve had? Trust me, he can make anyone laugh, and you’ll love him, I promise.”

“Okay, sure,” you chuckled, “If you say so.”

He took your hand, pulling you upstairs. You chuckled as you followed him. You sat down in the office chair next to him, and he pulled your chair closer to his own, both popping a headphone in.

“Don’t say anything yet, alright?”

You nodded as he rang Tommy.

“Wilbur!” Tommy spoke loudly, which immediately made you cringe from the noise. Wilbur turned down the volume.

“Hey, Tommy! Listen, remember that childhood friend I told you I was reconnecting with?”

“You mean snogging? Yes.”

Wilbur blushed and you stifled a laugh. “Sure, right. You remember how I said you wouldn’t be meeting them?”

“Why, yes, Wilbur, you said it quite rudely.”

“Right, well,” he gestured for you to say hello.

“Hi, Tommy. It’s nice to meet you.”

A beat passed. Then two.

“WILL, YOU BASTARD, I-” Tommy yelled. You were thankful Wilbur had turned the volumn down. He then took a deep breath clearing his throat, “Hello, Wilbur’s friend. Wilbur, I knew you would introduce me, you prick.”

From there, you and Wilbur spoke to Tommy for a while. He and Wilbur seemed to have this odd dynamic that consisted mostly of just poking fun at each other, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t admit how funny the kid was. Even if a good amount of his comedy was just yelling at Wilbur, it did bring a smile onto your face and even made you laugh quite a bit. Wilbur was right, he did strongly improve your mood after your day.

You and Wilbur ended up laying on his bed afterward, your head on his chest. His hands carded through your hair, taking care to make sure he didn’t tug at any knots. He spoke up softly, “I know you’ve had a shit day, but we should still probably talk.”

You groaned softly, sighing, “I hate when you’re right, you know that?”

“I know,” He chuckled, “I don’t love it either, you’re usually the one in the right.” He took a deep breath before moving on to the actual heart of the topic at hand, “You know, I do really, genuinely like you in a romantic sense.”

“I really like you too.” You didn’t like him, you fucking love him. But if you knew where this was going, you didn’t want to make this harder for the both of you.

He smiled at this, squeezing your hand gently, “Suppose we should discuss if we’re official then.”

You sighed, a frown adorning your features, “In the sake of honesty, I don’t know if we can be.” His face dropped, frown matching your own as you continued.

“In a few days, I’m going back to London, and I barely have time to focus on anything other than studying. I’m worried that I’d be neglectful as a partner, and you don’t deserve that. Even more so, thinking about the future scares the shit out of me. I’m scared of everything, Wilbur. Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than to be here with you and forget about the world. I want nothing more than the ability to have a happy relationship with you. But- but, Will, I’m scared of deciding to go through with this, and ending up losing you because of it.”

You buried your head against his chest, letting out a shaky sigh. He was silent for a while before he spoke again.

“I understand. So, how about this?” You looked up at him and he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “We have this week. These last few days of holding onto each other and calling each other babe. Then, once you leave, and you get settled in, we see what we can do. We’ll see if you can have the time, or if I can do something, or whatever we can do. And if we figure it out, we figure it out. If we don’t, we wait until you finish this final year, and we pick up from there.”

“You’d be willing to do that?”

“Love, I waited fifteen years to kiss you, and another four just to have you in my life again. A year is nothing in comparison.”

You didn’t quite know when you’d started crying. You sniffled a bit, wiping your eyes as you nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that.”

He smiled at you, wiping your eyes gently, “Okay.”

You leaned up, placing a hand on his cheek as you kissed him. Your heart felt so warm, but your stomach still felt sick at the idea that so much remained uncertain. Part of you hated the idea that he’d be waiting for you, but a band aid solution felt better than simmering in bubbling anxiety, so you would accept it for now at least.

He held you close, smiling softly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead gently, “Don’t worry, love. This time, regardless of what happens, I’m not losing you again. You’re stuck with me, honestly, so you’d better hope you don’t get sick of me. Because I am going to be a thorn in your side.”

You laughed, burying your face against his shoulder, “I’ll gladly accept that. I think I could get quite used to the feeling of being prodded by a thorn all the time.”

He immediately burst out laughing, and you chuckled yourself, lightly hitting him. “I did not mean it like that.”

He laughed, “Mean it like what, darling? Like this?” He turned, sitting on your hips as he started to tickle you. You squealed, squirming under him and laughing.

“Will! I- I swear to God, mate, I will- I will piss myself, stop it!”

He laughed at what could only be described as your suffering, stopping after a moment and just placing his hands on your sides. He leaned down and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around him, gently playing with the ends of his hair. He hummed softly, one hand coming to cradle your head, his thumb rubbing your cheek. You were both breathless when he pulled away. A lopsided grin stretched across his face, still panting as he spoke, “Do you think orcas make fun of other whales for not having cool designs?”

You burst out laughing, groaning as you threw your head back, “Wilbur Soot, what the hell?”

“I’m serious!” He laughed, “Do you think they’re mean about it?”

You laughed, adoring just how bizarre this beautiful man could be, “I think some are. I like to think most are kind, though. Why is this important?” You laughed through your words.

His eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned widely, “Everything has some importance to it. In this case, your opinion on if orca whales are assholes or not. I just like hearing your worldview.”

You flushed softly, “Really? And of all the things you’d ask about, why the bitchiness of orcas?”

He hummed, “Well, one, whales are fucking amazing. They’re gigantic and insane looking, I fucking love them. Two, it’s serious to me, but it's not serious. I know your politics, and you know mine. But silly stuff still reflects you, so I’m curious. Now that I can, I want to know all of you in every tiny detail, I want to absorb everything that I’ve missed in the past few years or all the things I just may have forgotten to time. I want to know the parts of you that you have never shown before, and I want to know the parts of you that don’t exist yet. Hence, asking a question you’ve probably never thought of before. I want to learn you as you learn yourself and show you the beauty that lies in each detail.”

You blushed darkly, left speechless. The word, love, was not strong enough, didn’t feel quite right, to fully define just how much you felt for this man. Telling him “I love you” would never fit how much you truly felt for him. You refrained from saying it for now, eventually just grabbing onto him and pulling him into a tight hug.

“You have no idea just how much you mean to me,” you whispered against his ear.

He kissed the side of your head, whispering back, “Darling, I know more than anyone just exactly what you mean.”

You held him, tighter, as if he’d leave you the same way you left him if you’d let go. After a moment, tears began welling up in your eyes. Not bad or good ones, but ones that signified just how loved you felt and how much you felt for him.

“Darling, you’re shaking, is everything alright?” He pulled away, frowning, “You’re crying, love, what’s going on?”

You shook your head, smiling through the tears, “No, it’s not bad, I’m just- sorry,” you spoke in a light sob, and he shook his head.

“Don’t apologize! I’m just worried, did something happen?”

You smiled widely up at him, “No, I’m just overwhelmed,” you said, and when his expression fell, you quickly tacked on, “Not because of you! You just, um, you make me feel… seen, I guess.”

He smiled, wiping tears away, “I’m glad, then. You deserve to be seen. You’re beautiful, and amazing, and… everything. Even if I am the only one who sees you, at least then, someone knows how grand your existence is.”

You groaned, blushing again, “You can’t just say things like that, you twat,” you sniffled a bit. “It’s too nice.”

“It’s true,” he shrugged, “simply deal with it.”

You laughed, pulling him in for another hug, “I’ll learn to, I guess.”

He buried his face against your neck, nodding, “Good.” He pressed a few gentle kisses along your neck. The kisses started delicately, as if he was worried that kissing you too hard would hurt. As you relaxed further and further into each kiss, you could feel him grin softly against your neck. His kisses slowly became more heated. They became languid and rougher, but never painful. He eventually escalated to covering your neck with hickeys, your hands carding through his hair. You fully relaxed in his arms. You kissed the top of his head, and he looked up at you, grinning softly.

“Sorry,” he hummed, “May have gotten a bit carried away.”

“It’s alright, I quite like them.”

“Oh, really?” He went to add more to the mosaic on you, but you held him back.

“Yes, but I’d much rather kiss you myself.”

He pulled himself up, grinning down at you, “Gladly.”

Things were still and quiet in the morning. You rested your head against Wilbur’s chest, his arms securely wrapped around you. Overnight, it appeared that the snow had gotten stronger, so there was a slight chill in the room that had you moving further into Wilbur’s arms.

Wilbur pressed a gentle kiss to your head, “Morning.”

You hummed, looking up at him, “Morning.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence, both of your brains still stirring awake. His head shifted towards the window, calling your attention to the snowflakes gathering on the sill.

“You know I’m not letting you walk home like this?”

“What, in the cold?”

“Yep. And not to mention you look… a little wild.”

“Coming from you that’s a compliment. I’d argue you probably look worse.”

“I could make you look worse.”

You snorted and laughed, laying your head on his chest again, “You’re in a mood this morning.”

“I’m just happy that you’re here.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up here recently though.”

“No. But it’s the first time we’re able to kiss and relax when we wake up together.”

You smiled, “True. A nice contrast to yesterday.”

He hummed, “Today will be a better day.”

You chuckled in agreement, holding tightly to him.

He gently rubbed your back, kissing the top of your head.

After a moment, you looked up at him. “We have to get up at some point, you know.”

He hummed, turning you both over to splay his body weight on top of you. “‘m sorry, what was that?”

You laughed, “Okay, okay, don’t crush me, we can just sleep in. At least until like midday.”

He cheered, getting up on his elbows and covering your face in kisses, “Yes! Good! Rest time!”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re good at convincing. Helps when there’s something in it for me.”

“Like what?”

“A kiss, hopefully.”

“Gladly,” He chuckled. He leaned down, lips meeting yours in a quick motion. You kissed him back, your hands playing with his hair gently. When you pulled away, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him and squeezing you tightly.

“Will! Are you trying to kill me?” You laughed as you asked him breathlessly.

He lightened up a bit, chuckling, “Nope. Just trying to keep you here forever.”

You hummed, sitting up on his lap once he gave you the space. “It’d be an honor to be here forever.”

“In our secret oasis.” His hands came to your sides, lightly rubbing up and down.

“It’s your childhood bedroom, but yes, if you want to give it the dramatic name. Our secret oasis.”

“It’s secret because no one knows we’re here.”

“What about Tommy? Or the thousands of people on your stream?”

“Tommy doesn’t know my exact location. And I’d fucking hope my chat doesn’t either.” He laughed.

You laughed, “Okay, okay, I get it. It’s our secret place. Though I’d argue the back field where we had our first kiss is probably more of our secret place.”

“Oh, god, don’t remind me of that kiss. I was so nervous to kiss you. I practically chugged half the vodka to try and calm down.”

“I was nervous too! My cute, dorky, best friend who I’d secretly been crushing on, wanted to kiss me? Yeah, I freaked out a little bit.”

“It didn’t seem like it! You seemed so composed!”

“Only because I was so nervous.” You leaned down, pecking his lips. “We should try and go back there one of these days. Maybe recreate that kiss with fewer nerves?”

“Would you put your prom outfit back on?”

You lightly slapped his chest, gasping at the implications, “You gremlin.”

“I’m serious! You looked really good.”

“Would you wear yours?”

“Mine still vaguely smells like vomit, so, no.”

“Then I won’t be wearing mine.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He pouted, “Fine. To be fair, you could be wearing anything and I’d find you gorgeous.”

You flushed, “Even in a dinosaur costume?”

“Oh, especially in a dinosaur costume.”

You laughed, “Okay, Soot. I’ll wear that if we ever go on a date.”

“You mean when. We will be going on a date without a doubt.”

“Oh? And what would we do?”

He hummed, “Well, we couldn’t be out in public. For your safety and privacy. Plus, I know you don’t like fancy places much anyway. So, probably a picnic. But, with some takeout from a good restaurant since my cooking isn’t fantastic. And then, just coming back to my place, or yours, and watching a movie.”

“That… sounds lovely, actually.”

“Actually? Rude.”

You chuckled, “Sorry, I’ve just become used to the idea of a date being ‘come by my place so we can drink surrounded by shitty roommates and trash.’”

Wilbur looked horrified, “Darling, I am going to change that. No more gross college boys. You deserve to be treated so much better.”

You blushed, “Thank you, Will. I’ll be holding you to that, though.”

“You don’t even have to worry. I can’t believe you had to even deal with people like that, Christ. I’m going to raise your standards.”

You hummed, “You already have.”

Pink rose on Wilbur’s face, and he reached a hand up to your cheek, “I’m glad then.”

You smiled, leaning forward and playing with his hair.

“We should go,” you spoke up, “Back to the field, I mean. Might be a nice way to just get out of the house a bit.”

You nodded with a hum. “When?”

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, “Later after we’ve taken a nap.”

“Wilbur, we’ve just woken up.”

“Yeah, but you make me comfortable. Plus we had a lot of fun last night.”

You lightly hit him, “Get your mind out of the gutter, Soot. A nap does sound nice though.”

He grinned, “Doesn’t it?”

You leaned down, placing your head on his shoulder and landing a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned his head to grin lovingly at you, parting the curtain of your hair with one hand while the other held you close to him.

By the time you woke up again, it was well past three. Wilbur was already awake, his hand gently carding through your hair. It was a bit warmer now than when you’d woken up initially. You yawned, stretching as you woke up.

“Morning, darling,” he smiled as he looked down at you.

“Morning, again,” you chuckled softly, sitting up properly and rubbing your eyes.

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “You hungry?”

You nodded.

“Want to go to the cafe? It’s probably pretty empty right now.”

You chuckled, nodding again, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Mind if I borrow a jumper?”

He hummed, “Go ahead. Take your pick.”

You stood slowly, grabbing a big yellow jumper from his closet. You changed quickly, trying to conserve enough warmth while Wilbur changed as well.

You finished getting dressed, turning to him, “Are we walking there?”

He hummed, peering out the window, “We could, but it might be safer if we don’t. It’s not snowing anymore, but it could start up again.”

“I could drive us then. We’d just have to walk to my place.”

He nodded, “Alright.”

Taking his hand in yours, you walked downstairs and outside into the cold icy streets.

The walk to your house was peaceful, breaths visible in the air, as you and Wilbur walked hand in hand. When you reached your front door, the serene air surrounding your walk shattered upon realizing you had to face your family. You just had to go in and grab your keys. You repeated it like a mantra in your mind. You considered telling Wilbur to wait outside, but before you could, he squeezed your hand.

“It’s alright, I’ll be with you the whole time, okay?”

You nodded, looking up at him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let out a breath, letting go of his hand to open your front door. You tried to make a B-line for your room, but the sound of the door opening seemed to have alerted the home, as your aunt swooped into the foyer.

“Oh, my goodness! Little Wilby! My, how you’ve grown!” She squealed out, the rest of your family coming up quickly. Everyone was quick to dote on Wilbur, having known him for just about as long as you had.

“Sweetheart, is that where you’ve been sneaking off to? You should’ve told me you were hanging out with Wilbur, we could’ve invited him for dinner!” Your mother seemed innately pleased in the notion that you were with Wilbur. It only made you want to get out of there faster. Wilbur didn’t seem too overwhelmed speaking to your family, but you knew that it was starting to get to him slightly so you took charge.

“Right, well, we’re planning to head to the café, so we’d best get going. I just need to grab my keys,” you grabbed Wilbur’s arm, pulling him quickly to your room, and ignoring the calls of protest from behind you.

You let out a breath once you got in, looking up at him, “Sorry if they were kind of all over you.”

He smiled softly, “It’s alright,” he pulled you forward, kissing the top of your head. He was quiet for a moment before a frown replaced his smile. “They haven’t changed,” he hummed, “I thought you told me before you left that they were getting better”

You sighed, “I thought they were,” you leaned your head against his chest, “They only got better because I was there to mediate. Now, they’re just as toxic again.”

“Well, you should grab a bag and put some clothes and stuff in it. That way you can spend the majority of your time not here.” Wilbur suggested, gently rubbing your back.

You looked up at him, a soft grin adorning his face. You smiled back, “That sounds like a great idea.”

You pulled away to start grabbing stuff, Wilbur sitting down on your bed. You wondered what he was thinking about. Vaguely you wondered if he was getting that same feeling you did the night you went back to his room to listen to him play music. You wondered if his eyes roaming around meant that he was also reliving the memories you two had here, the number of times you had snuck out of your window, him showing you random videos to drown out the fighting of your family, complaining over schoolwork or professors, and just existing hip to hip.

Once you’d packed up, you walked over to him, grabbing his hands. “You’re thinking about something.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I am.”

“What’s in that head of yours, Soot?”

“Thinking about the future.”

Oh.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, neither of us live here anymore. And you’ll be leaving London eventually. So, I’m thinking about where we go from there.”

“Well, depends on where I get a job, I suppose.”

“Lots of jobs in Brighton.”

“Will,” you laughed, “That doesn’t mean I’ll be able to find one there. I’m studying fucking English. Not much I can do anywhere I want.”

“You could work for me.”

“Will-“

“No, I’m serious. You used to help me with DnD campaigns. You could edit scripts or lyrics. You used to write poetry, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

You sighed, “Will, I’m not sure that would work. I’m not sure dating my employer is truly the best solution here.”

“For Tommy, then, he probably needs more help with his scripts than I do anyway.”

“That could cause problems with you and Tommy if something happens, and I don’t want that.”

“I’m just saying, there are options. You could do remote work and just live in Brighton.”

“Brighton is expensive.”

“It’s cheaper than London.”

“Not by much. Rent is still insane in Brighton, trust me, I’ve looked.”

“Not if you split a place with me.”

Your breath hitched.

“Wilbur…”

“Just hear me out, okay, we’ve known each other long enough to know how we’d work together. I’m not losing you again. We could find a nice three-bedroom, so we could both have our own rooms and office space, and we could make it work. Then, once we’ve saved enough, we could move to fuckin’ America or something, wherever we want to go, we could do.”

“America?”

“Anywhere you’d like to go, I’d follow you. America’s just my pipe dream.”

You sighed. It could be a good option, honestly.

“I’m just not quite sure yet.”

“And you don’t have to be! You’ve still got a year til graduation. I could find a place in that time, so by the time you’re ready, we can do it.”

You squeezed his hands, hanging your head, “Maybe I’ll think about it.”

He seemed to let out a breath of relief, “That’s all I ask.”

You nodded, placing your forehead against his gently. You and he shared a silent moment, just breathing together. His hands slowly moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you in to tight hug. You hugged him back just as tightly. And though he would never say it, you knew exactly what fear ran through his mind. You knew exactly what he was afraid of. That you refused to be as dedicated to this commitment between the two of you as he was. Because there remained a lingering fear in you that this would not last. This pocket of bliss would rip a seam at the bottom and fall into another void of unforgiving remnants of time where your promises went to die.

You both managed to sneak out without too much disruption from your family. A snarky comment about keeping it clean from your uncle as you shut the door to your house would not deter you, as most things they could say now couldn’t. You two sat in the car for a moment, waiting for it to heat up. He connected his phone, putting on some music to hopefully put the both of you in a better mood.

The drive was short, with little words being shared beside Wilbur singing along to the music. Neither of you wanted to leave the car, despite the slightly tense atmosphere. After parking, you reached over and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

You scrambled to think of something to say to break the tension.

Thankfully, Wilbur had you beat, “You used to like filming things.”

“I- yeah. I still do, I guess. Just don’t have time for it anymore.”

“Would you ever want to do it?”

You thought for a moment. “I mean, yeah, maybe. I’d still love to make a music video or something one day.”

He nodded, “You could do it. Youtube and stuff, I mean.”

You sighed, “Will, I just don’t have the time to start. And by the time I can make money from it, it’ll be way too late.”

“I know you want to think about this more, but, all of my Youtube friends need help with people that film that they can trust. If you want to go that route, there are options. Even if it’s not for me or Tommy, I know people. And then it’ll give you time to start your own account, and I can help you with that! I can promote you, even,”

“Not that. If I do it, I don’t want to blow up completely out of nowhere. I’d want to be used to it first.”

“But you’re thinking about it.”

You laughed, “I’m thinking about it.”

He raised his other hand in cheers, “That is a win for me. I’ll take it.”

You laughed, tugging his hand, “C’mon. Let’s go eat.”

You turned the car off, and he quickly bolted out of the car and went to your side to open the door, “Hurry, hurry, it’s freezing out here.”

You laughed, taking his outstretched hand and standing, “You chose to be chivalrous, take your punishment.”

He let out a whine, tugging you into his arms, “Come here, I need warmth.”

You locked the car, letting out a loud laugh, “Okay, okay,” you wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back, “Let’s go inside, it’ll be warm in there.”

He nodded, letting go of the hug to pull the both of you inside. You both went to order, and he turned to you while you waited, “What do you think you’ll get?”

You shrugged, “Probably just a coffee and a muffin. Just something small.”

“Do you still get them the same way?”

You nodded.

“Alright. Could you do me something then?”

“Uh, depends.”

The person in front of us moved, making us up at the register.

“Could you go grab me a napkin? I think I touched some ice or something.” He held his hand up, thumb swiping over his fingers and palm. You knew how he was when it came to weird sensations, so you quickly replied.

“Oh, sure,” you turned, walking to the sidebar to grab him a napkin. You walked back over to him as he was paying, handing him the napkin.

“Thanks! Also, I ordered and paid for you.”

You stared at him, shocked for a moment. After a moment, you spoke, “Did you even need a napkin?”

He shook his head quickly, “Just needed you to walk away so I could pay for you.”

You blinked at him, lightly hitting his arm, “You ass. Don’t do that.”

“What? Pay for you?”

“Yeah.”

“You simply cannot stop me, love.”

You groaned, “I swear to god. I’ll start paying for your shit too.”

“I’m taller than you, therefore faster. Good luck trying.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Yeah? I don’t think you do,” Wilbur snickered, before lifting a hand to the collar of his sweater. You flushed when he daintily pulled the fabric back to reveal the hickeys you had left on him the night before. You switched your gaze to meet his and he winked, only flustering you further. You pressed your head against his shoulder while he just laughed at you.

You sighed after you’d calmed a bit, “I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

“You do pay me back. Just by being with me.”

You hid the way you blushed, “Sappy.”

“Only for you.”

“Hush. I’ll make you flustered right back.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Well, I c-“

“Order for Wilbur!”

The barista called out, saving Wilbur just in time for the not-exactly publicly appropriate thing preparing to leave your mouth. Wilbur walked forward, grabbing the order for you both and walking to a booth in the far corner by a window. You both sat down, and he passed you your coffee.

“Light roast latte with caramel?”

“How do you even remember that?”

He chuckled, “I just do. I said earlier, I want to memorize you, and that includes all the tiny details. Like your coffee order. And the fact that you prefer regular chocolate chip muffins to the double chocolate chip muffins because you think it’s too much chocolate.” He handed you your muffin after, and you flushed once again.

“It is too much chocolate.” You spoke simply, not quite sure how to respond. Part of you felt guilty that you didn’t remember these small details about him, so you continued with, “I’ll have to relearn anything I’ve forgotten about you.”

That caused him to flush slightly, “Really?”

“Yeah. Can’t be sharing the pieces of me to a stranger, after all.”

“I’d argue we’re much closer than strangers.”

“True. But I need to have you memorized as you have me.”

He smiled, a gentle smile that told you he was grateful, “That’s true.”

You bit into your muffin. There was a soft smile on your face that you tried to hide by lowering your head. He saw it, though. You knew he did.

After you finished eating, you took your drinks and returned to the car. You duetting him for the songs you remembered, the old Los Campesinos! he taught you back when Aleksandra was still in the band. You were going to turn to his home but stopped when you saw the street your school resided on. You turned down the street, parking in the old lot between the school and the old church. They were both covered in holiday decorations, a grave reminder of the short time you and Will had together. But you tried not to think of it.

Instead, you looked at the school, thinking of the day you chose to leave.

When Wilbur caught sight of you, he spoke up, “Memories?”

You nodded, letting out a sigh, “Thinking of our last day there.”

He nodded, “That was… a day to say the least.”

“It was a good day, for the most part. We were so excited. I just…”

“What is it?”

“I knew for two weeks that I’d be leaving… I don’t know why I waited until that day to tell you. I spent all day knowing that it was the last day I’d probably see you. I keep thinking that maybe I should’ve told you earlier. Maybe I should’ve done something so that you’d beg me to stay. And things may have gone differently.”

“To be fair, I didn’t exactly take the news well.”

“Well, yeah, but-“

“Do you really think I would’ve let you go? I would’ve been so angry that we wouldn’t have had a good last few weeks or days. I was a petty person, so at least by waiting, we had a good day before the fight.”

You sighed softly, “I guess so.”

He took your hand, going quiet for a moment before speaking again, “I should have asked you to stay. Instead, I just forced you away because of how angry I was. I should’ve tried harder.”

“You know I wouldn’t have stayed. I wouldn’t ask you to wait for me after all. I just… wish you could’ve been happy for me. I know we were both yelling a lot, but it did hurt. It was my only way out of the house. I wish you could’ve at least been happy about that.”

He sighed, “I am, now. Despite the hell hole that London is, it’s better comparatively. I’m just happy for you a bit too late.” He gently reached a hand up, brushing some hair out of your face.

You took a deep breath, leaning into his hand. “We could talk about should’ve-beens and would’ve-dones until we’re blue. Maybe we should just talk about now.”

“You think so?”

You nodded, pulling the lever at your seat to recline back. Wilbur did the same, and you turned to face him, getting comfortable.

“Do you think bees dance to communicate because they find it fun?” He asked after a moment.

“Sadly, no,” you hummed, “I think because they do it for work, they don’t find dancing fun. They probably find things like conference calls fun. Or paperwork.”

“Do you think they operate on a capitalist or communist type system?”

“They don’t have currency, so neither technically, but closer to communism. If they were capitalists, the bees would’ve gone extinct long ago.”

“Do you think they’re going extinct now because they tried to switch to capitalism?”

You laughed, “That I know is not true. I saw the Bee Movie, they’re dying because humans aren’t getting into weird relationships with them anymore.”

That led Wilbur to burst out laughing, hitting the seat of the car as he laughed. You laughed as well, mostly due to how happy his genuine laugh made you.

You glance at him between your own laughter, a fond look taking over your features. Once he’d calmed a bit, he made eye contact and smiled, giving you an odd look, “What is it?”

“Hm?”

“Something’s going on in your brain, you’ve never looked at me like that before.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure yet. Could be a dangerous thing.”

“Oh, really? Dangerous how?”

“Well, it could make me do this,” he placed a hand on your jaw, gently pulling you in for a kiss. It was a bit awkward, given the lack of support brought on by the gap between your car seats. However, it was warmer than the cold that seeped into the car and that still resided in your chest just by being home.

He grinned when he pulled back, thumb gently stroking your cheek, “You know, since you’re staying at mine for at least two days, you could be on a stream.”

You chuckled, “At least?”

He nodded, “At least. It’s the bare minimum. My actual estimate is for the next five days,” you only had seven left, “you’re ignoring the point though.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Would I have to be seen?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“And what would they know about us?”

“Just that you’re my friend.”

You hummed, “Maybe. Will Tommy be there?”

“Do you want Tommy to be there?”

You snorted, “Not necessarily. Plus, you mentioned that he has a bit of an issue with spilling information.”

“Oh, yes, he does.”

“Well then, we’d better make sure that if I do, he’s not there. Don’t need him making another joke about us snogging.”

He laughed, “That’s a good point.”

You smiled softly, “Is your chat nice?”

“To me? No. To guests? Always.”

“Good, I’ll like them then.”

He gasped, “Fuckin’ rude. You’d better side with me. They will try to side with you, so you’d better only side with me.”

“I will do as I so please, Mr. Soot.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“It is.”

“Well, it just so happens that I, too, will do as I please. Which includes this,” he leaned forward, kissing you again.

You kissed him back lovingly, pulling away with your hand on his cheek this time, “Well, it just so happens then that our interests aligned at that moment.”

“Oh? So you’re saying kissing me pleases you?”

He was trying to make you flustered, but it wouldn’t work this time, “Yes. It does.”

He flushed instead, leaning forward, “Well, if it does, then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“Not at all,” You kissed him once again.

After a routine of kissing and Wilbur breaking to ask his weird questions for about two hours, you two eventually decided to leave the parking lot. However, you took the long route home, the two of you just driving around to see your old hometown.

“You remembered my love of poetry earlier,” you commented after a moment.

He nodded, “It’s always been big for you, even if it’s something you don’t like to talk about.”

You nodded pensively before continuing, “Have I told you one of my favorite poems?”

“You have a lot so you’d have to be more specific.”

You chuckled softly, “It’s The Road Not Taken by Frost. Have I told it to you before?”

He shook his head, “No, you haven’t.”

You hummed, “It’s much more of a recent favorite. Anyways, I really recommend it. I’d recite it, but-”

“No, do.”

“But I don’t have it perfectly memorized anymore. I used to. I have the last stanza memorized still, but you need the context of the rest of the poem to understand.”

“Let me find it, hold on,” he pulled out his phone and found the poem, beginning to recite it out loud to the both of you. When he reached the final stanza, you joined in:

“I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

He was quiet for a moment as he processed the poem. “So what does it mean?”

“Well,” you started, “it's become a recent favorite because of us. There’s irony throughout the poem. The subject is the road he did not take, the choice he did not make, to the point where he says that instead of telling us he took the common path, he should be telling a story years later about how he took the road less traveled by and it changed his life. I keep thinking about how the road less traveled for us would’ve been me staying, and how different everything may have been. Things could’ve been completely different for us.”

“That’s interesting. I like the poem. But, I really like the path you took.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “think about it. We never talked about the prom kiss until recently. If you’d stayed, we probably never would have. We might’ve just been stuck pining for each other til the end of time.”

“So you wouldn’t change anything? Even the fight?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t, at least not without some sort of guarantee that we’d still end up together. I think we’d always be in each other's lives in some way. But with the way things worked out, we got together, rather than just staying friends,” He sighed appreciatively, “Not to say I wouldn’t be alright with if we’d stayed friends, but at least this way, we have a shot at this. And maybe we would’ve eventually found each other again and got together, and all the hurt wouldn’t have been necessary, but I know I wouldn’t take the chance of changing anything without knowing we’d reach this point again.”

You stopped at a light, turning to look at him, “It was worth it then? All the loneliness and upset and anger?”

He nodded, smiling softly, “Absolutely, if it meant getting us where we are.”

You blushed, looking back at the road. You didn’t think he could still make you shy at this point, yet in nearly every conversation he seemed to one-up himself. “I’m glad,” you spoke quietly. He gently squeezed your hand.

You pulled into his driveway, parking quickly and grabbing your bag from the backseat.

“Let’s go in. I want to get cozy.” You hummed.

He nodded, “Of course. Did you pack your laptop?”

You nodded.

“Want to play Minecraft?”

The two of you rushed inside from the cold and quickly made a matter of getting as comfortable as possible. You snagged one of his hoodies this time, pulling on a pair of nice sweatpants as well. While he went to get dressed, you snuck downstairs to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for you both. He seemed to be a bit distracted with getting his computer turned on and making space for your laptop, but after a few minutes, you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Darling?”

“In here,” you called out, stirring the milk you’d heated to combine with the chocolate.

He stepped in, wrapping his arms around you gently, “Hot chocolate?

You nodded, leaning your head back against him, “Figured it’d be nice to have a treat while we game. Just like the olden days,” You chuckled.

He grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, “Thank you.”

You turned in his arms, smiling up at him, “Of course, Wil. You feelin’ all cozy?”

He nodded, smiling back at you, “Very much so. I got you whitelisted on my server, so we can play together. And if any of my friends join, you could meet them, as well.”

“Oh, yeah? Like who?”

“You could meet my bandmates. Sometimes they’re on around this time. Tommy probably won’t be on, but my friend Quackity might, you’d like him I think. There are some others as well, but some of them I can wait to introduce you to when you visit me in Brighton for the first time, a lot of them live around there. Plus, then you won’t have to see my friend James’s embarrassing Minecraft username.”

“What’s his username?” You laughed.

“JamesDoesMining.”

You burst out laughing, and he did as well. “Don’t even bring it up to him, he will try to defend himself.”

You leaned up and pecked his lips, “I won’t. Can you grab the mugs?”

He nodded, leaving the hug to grab two mugs while you turned off the stove, taking the ladle and pouring you and Wilbur’s cups of hot chocolate.

You both headed upstairs, getting cozy and preparing for a calm night of gaming and being together.

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bookofmirth · 3 months

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Do you think feyre will be featured more in the ACOTAR series or is SJM just going to do away with her character completly in favor of Rhys😭so much for that equals speech at the end of ACOMAF

I think she will be in the series more, simply because Elain has a book coming and they still need to do some reconciliation. I don't think she'll have nearly the presence she used to, though.

Sorry, I used your ask as an excuse to talk about a related side issue. :)

I was talking to @elizzie19 about this the other day, and was thinking that it does annoy me that Feyre was absent in hofas if Rhys were there in his capacity of High Lord, but that's actually not the primary reason his involvement was necessary.

I was looking at a post I wrote almost two years ago (cry, it took so long omg) about which characters might be involved in hofas, and I didn't list Feyre. It didn't really occur to me that she would be involved because she didn't have a direct connection to anything happening in CC. In the acosf feysand bonus chapter, Rhys is concerned about having seen Aelin and he knows that it's possible for other people/creatures to come through their world, but he doesn't tell Feyre. The chapter is giving us Feyre's thoughts, but not Rhys's. The reason we know what he is thinking is because of an interview sjm gave (I think the one with Katherine Webber). But anyway, my point is that we already knew that Rhys had insight into what might happen and was working on the issue, and Feyre didn't know and wasn't.

Does that bring up a whole other can of worms? Yes, yes it does. But it's consistent with him keeping her pregnancy danger from her in the same book *insert piplup w/ gun emoji*

It's all just kinda.... what?? And while I think it totally makes sense for Feyre not to have been super involved given which acotar characters knew what prior to the end of hosab, it also feeds into the fact that Rhys hid the wing thing from Feyre. And the implication that Feyre has been sidelined because she's a mom doesn't help, though I couldn't say if sjm is doing that intentionally - I'd say no, but she probably thinks the pregnancy plot was just fine, too.

I'd much rather see Feyre ripping into Rhys for how he treated Nesta, and maybe if acotar5 is structured the way I think it could be, we will get to see that. idk. I'm not holding my breath.

EDIT:

it has been pointed out that the feysand bonus occurred before Aelin showed up, it doesn't need to be repeated! The fact still remains that sjm told us that Rhys knew about the possibility of someone else showing up, and that still proves my point that his involvement comes from his knowledge, not necessarily his political status.

#hofas #hofas spoilers #spoilers #house of flame and shadow #house of flame and shadow spoilers #ask #anon #rhysand #feyre

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ash-morgensterns · 1 year

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Post Chain of Thorns Rant pt.2

[pt.1]

Now that she no longer was busy treating Ari like shit and using women like objects, Anna was a lot more tolerable. I even liked the glimpses of her relationship with Matthew we got. Maybe if she could react like a person whose brother just died in her arms I would like her a lot better. And if we got to see her mourning in her own POV rather than in Ari's buried between paragraphs of her wanting to kiss Anna.

Jesse came back from the dead, literally everyone and their mother knows it, yet his literal family barely bats an eyelid. The very same folks who had begged him to come live with them when he was a kid. Now to them, he's just 'Jesse the new strange boy'. The whole Jeremy Blackthorn plan was just cheap, I cannot believe it worked for as long as it did. This guy here is the spitting image of his father, yet when he showed up at a party full of people who had known him for years, they just drink up the American relative excuse just because apparently all Blackthorns look the same???? Also wouldn't they know Jesse as well considering he was running around London, possessed by a Prince of Hell and murdering Shadowhunters just yesterday??? Nobody found it even a little suspicious that a new Blackthorn just showed up right after that??? Whatever, the necromancy plot was just an afterthought and it showed. #Jesse and James best brothers-in-law.

I absolutely loathed how everyone villainized Charles just because he wanted to keep his relationship with Alastair and homosexuality a secret. And then, to make things worse, he was literally forced into coming out by his own brother and his friend, and got treated like shit because he dared prioritize his career over any relationship he might have in the future. God forbid someone doesn't put romance in the first place right??? And don't even get me started on how everyone just dismissed him after he did come out. Because apparently 'nobody cares if he fancies men'!!! Where did Charles get the impression he would get ostracized if the truth ever came out??? That's so silly of him!!! I'm raging.

A few more thoughts about the book/plot in general:

Elias' funeral anyone???

CC totally forgot one of the characters was supposed to end up exiled at the Scholomance.

The Carstairs owe the Herondales because????

Wasn't there supposed to be a surprise baby that needed adoption?

Ariadne changed her name to Ari/Arati but we never get a last name. Does she keep Bridgestock since she made up with her mother?

After four completed series and six (that I can remember) dead siblings, I can safely say that the one who got the most (and better written) amount of mourning is Sebastian, of all the people.

These characters have such a black and white perception of the word and it's just annoying.

How TF did Charlotte manage to get pregnant, she is like 50… And twins.

Bridget coming into the fray last minute and starting to slay demons was insane. I love her for it.

New Belial's pact about him and Herondales staying away from each other is totally tying in either the last TEC's book or TWP.

Anna and Ari already planning to adopt a baby feels incredibly rushed.

Forever be bitter that we never got to see Gideon's reaction to Jesse resurrection and them interact.

Congratulations to Sona for making it out alive when so many people (me included) gave her for dead.

Cordelia's relationship with both Herondale is totally rushed and built around nothingness. I wish CC would stop trying to sell either as "childhood friendships turned into more" because… it's simply not that. It's blatantly obvious that despite writing to each other for years (plus the occasional meeting) Lucie and Cordelia barely know each other, and James doesn't even have that… Am I really supposed to believe that it took him as little as her reading to him when he was nearly comatose with fever to make him fall in love with her?

It was very nice to see all the characters finally come together and interact as a group.

Lucie and Jesse best ship.

If Tessa hadn't been so stubborn about keeping her head under sand about the identity of her father and had acted accordingly (especially when Jem did all the research work for her and clearly warned her that her father was one of the Princes of Hell) all that mess about getting the Institute removed from their custody would have been avoided. Not to mention, she could have had her children learn how to defend themselves, insead of leaving them to fend off alone until the problem became too big to ignore.

The falling out for the necromancy plot was incredibly underwhelming.

I don't think we are ever getting another (accurate) family tree.

#the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #anna lightwood #jesse blackthorn #charles fairchild #tessa gray

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flamedoesart · 1 year

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hey you're not a bad person for wanting to give cc's the benefit of the doubt. was the finale disappointing? yes. but also realistically speaking, I seriously don't think cc!tommy straight up decided "yeah fuck abuse victims" with his ending. I also don't think he had any malicious intent with that ending, and if anything it's just a case of him being oblivious to the implications. he's an 18 year old who loves marvel. I don't think he's over here analyzing things as critically as a lot of us do.

and even ignoring whatever cc!tommy's intent was, you're not a bad person for just?? enjoying media? all media is flawed. especially when it's a minecraft roleplay server made by a group of young adults with little to no experience in writing. I hate this idea of people's personal morality being tied in with the content they enjoy. you can look at the positives of the ending and that doesn't make you a terrible person. you literally just enjoy a minecraft roleplay. that's not a reflection of your morality whatsoever.

thank you nonny, i just.

sometimes the constant negativity this fandom exudes wears me down, bc whenever shit like this happens people tend to look at these cc's in the most bad faith way imaginable and assume they were Purposefully trying to harm their fans, which is oftentimes not the case.

it has never been a habit of mine to dehumanize these ccs and i sure as shit won't start now. the concept that they never gave a single shit about the story is grossly oversimplifying the situation, in my opinion. we don't know these people. that's the crux of this issue. we don't know them, and thus we cannot assume that they fumble their writing on purpose.

let me make it clear that it's absolutely okay to be angry. it's okay to feel upset and be hurt by the finale. my point is to not let those feelings drive you.

i easily forgive bc i know i am also not an experienced writer, and i most certainly don't know what it feels like to have millions of eyes on me while I'm working in a collaborative project with 20+ people. obviously none of that excuses these cc's, but you can simultaneously acknowledge that the ending sucked and the implications were Not Great while also understanding that these people are Human and do care about this story, but just suffer from a lack of research and are most likely ignorant.

idk if my response helps at all, but yeah.

#asks #anon asks

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tcursebreaker · 2 years

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INTERVIEW REVIEW/ RANT!

(My thoughts and feelings over the interview! There are a lot of mixed opinions but these are my thoughts and just babbles haha . I will admit I’m pretty let down and disappointed. Thankfully I have lots of people lifting my spirits thought <3 )

1. I’m still very confused why this was SJM’s first like interview out of silence. I’m not sure wether it was to drum up more sales, maybe calm mixed reviews of acosf or just overall just cash grab … but it still seems random. She could’ve done a CC2 interview and got more people excited for CC3 possibly coming out in a few months or something like that. And actually gave us hints and new stuff, not just repeating what we already know. Also when are the paperbacks of CC2 coming out? Because at least to my knowledge she can’t even release CC3 without them

2. My main issue with this and some people have different opinions. Why put questions you can’t answer? Especially only five in total and then say “why are you asking me these questions.” Like excuse me fans have questions, why did your team put them in the live! Half of me is like well at least she addressed Elriel/ next book, light singer/Gw*n, more theories on CC. But the other half is like well no she didn’t. Now It’s only going to cause more arguments because there’s so much room for interpretations. They could’ve picked really great acosf questions but they picked the ones that would spark the most controversy and then didn’t answer them.

3. Sarah Maclean did great! Honestly thought she was a really good interviewer, I enjoyed watching her a lot. I also did see how she kinda of pushed SJM on some certain questions which I did appreciate a lot. I hope she does stay the main interviewer for SJM. I’ve made it clear I dont really like Steph and after this especially I really hope it’s Sarah M from now on.

4. Was this worth 15$? I’m leaning more towards no. I did like the first half a lot, talking about Nesta’s journey and everything! I really want to re-read acosf now. But honestly this could’ve been a insta live and it’s clear the only reason it wasn’t was because they wanted money. Also I feel like a lot of people were excited because she asked fans to send in videos which I’m not sure if she’s done in the past or not. But then only playing five and giving vague to none answers doesnt sit well with me. On top of that her answers contradict is her words in the past, so now I feel she lied sorta. She seemed very caught off guard with these questions, I’m not exactly sure who picked them but they literally picked the worst ones and I’m not saying that because I dont like the questions themselves, I honestly thought they were great. But they picked the ones SJM clearly couldn’t answer.

Overall I’d rank it 5.5/10. I loved the first half, it was fun and exciting to hear from SJM again and to hear about Nesta and everything, but the second half let me down a lot. First, I’m not sure exactly how to describe it but putting the Elain/ Azriel question in the interview and then just not answering it like? Sorta seems like a slap in the face, I know I got super excited when it started playing and then she just spouted off random things. Same with the light singerquestion. Second, lots of things she said tonight seem to contradict things she said in the past and to me at least it seemed obvious she had to be careful with her words even when Sarah M tried to lean into them more. Because of that I just don’t think this should’ve been an interview at all, if you can’t answer questions about the future of this series then don’t make people pay thinking they’ll get some new information. And especially dont put them in the video and get fans excited. Third it seems VERY obvious they know about the shipwar. Having back to back Elriel/ Gwynriel questions. Like are you kidding me. And then again SJM not answering them. It just seems like she wasn’t prepared at all for this.

Again these are just my rants and babbles. I just needed to get it out and I’m still deciding my future in the fandom ! I absolutely love it here even with the antis but as for me and many others the silence is just not fun. Not having any like light at the end of the tunnel or anything it’s just ugh and I’ve only been here since April! I applaud everyone who has been doing it longer than me, you all are warriors.

#acosf interview #opinions #lol #SJM

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luciehercndale · 1 year

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I prefer the Jesse of your fics than canon Jesse

To me Jesse was a character I liked, but I cant excuse himself in chot, I get he is mad at Grace but he believes in people with complicated stories, so for me a convo of them talking later on and reconstructing their relation was needed. As the Jesse from chog and choi would never have wish Grace to rot alone in some house in the middle of nowhere like it was implied in chot, he wouldnt.

Another thing of Jesse is that he has always looked up at the Lightwoods, we see it when he meets Gideon, so for me in chot would have been necesary any pov of him relating to this, of how he feels knowing his mother killed two of his cousins, and a reunion with his uncles. I liked that Will welcomed him into the family, but I feel Jesse also seeks this welcome from the Lightwood side, a stuff you have touched in your fics.

My other complaint of Jesse in chot which is that I wished to see more of him, lie his interests, hobbies, stuff like that, I get we couldnt due to page time but his character revolved to much around Lucie and I missed this chance of showing how special he is.

Jesse and Grace are very interesting, both have done very fucked stuff, Jesse killed Elias and other shadowhunter, he didnt want to but he was made to by the possesion a very heavy stuff that for me should have been dealt. Of course I dont think he should be punsihed but its a moral dilemma he may had when he meets Cordelia. Or that eventhough Tatiana was bonkers, he saw his mother die and that was barely touched, he must have had some good memories and maybe feels like Gabriel with Benedict, like he doesnt like the parent but also has lived some good moments with them so its complicated.

But well in chot I couldnt get to see Jesse written so bland, I liked thebits we got from blackdale, but I fetl CC reduced him to that, I think if tlh was 4 books he would have been more developed. But my biggest issue was that it was implied he didnt care of Grace and that he cared more of Jordelia marriage than his sister, which isnt true.

I needed a scene of them talking about what happened so bad. We're left to believe that it happened behind the scenes like several other moments like showing Gabrily reacting to Kit's death, Wessa and LucieJesse mortal sword trial, Sona giving birth... and I could go on. I understand that some things don't need to be written to know that they happened, but I felt that WE DESPERATELY NEEDED a scene between Grace and Jesse after the Silent City scene. I didn't have the same opinions as some readers about Jesse's reaction to Grace revealing what she did, but this doesn't mean that the development of their relationship didn't leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Especially because who follows my blog knows how I'm particularly attached to Jesse as a character. I don't hide you that these weeks after Chot came out and lately as well, I was so depressed to read about Jesse criticism because of this. How this whole thing was handled broke my heart because on one side I'm happy of how so many things turned out in this book, but on the other side, there is this bitter taste in my mouth that some days doesn't make me sleep well. It sounds utterly silly but that's the extent of how much hope and expectation I put in this book and how some of it was shattered to pieces.

So while I loved to see him with Lucie and the Herondales, I also needed closure on his family's side. TLH showed us a lot of brother and sister relationships but CC did Grace and Jesse dirty. It was like she really wanted to punish Grace to the very end, even though some people did worse in the past. It reminds me of the treatment she gave Jessamine in TID, but thank God she didn't kill her. It would've been anti-climatic. What "consoles" me (consolation is a big word) is that at least we see that they still have a relationship at the end because we're shown that through little gestures like them doing stuff like him helping her with the game or Jesse touching her shoulder etc. I hate that we're left to believe that everything is fine between them, while I wanted to see them actually talk about what they went through and even have a good cry together.

And I also wanted to see them with the Lightwoods, of course! I craved for moments with Gabrily or Sophideon, where uncles and aunts meet them properly for the first time in years. We're often told that the Lightwoods wanted to meet Jesse and wanted to offer Grace a place to stay after Tatiana was arrested, but then it was never actually mentioned again, not even once. This is something else I'm going to write about in the future because I just need Lightwood moments with Grace and Jesse.

#posta #tsc #chain of thorns spoilers #jesse blackthorn #grace blackthorn

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babycatlix · 1 year

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Honestly. Anxiety?? A bitch (me) is medicated for it and it’s scarier imo to request stuff than reblog. Neither of which is actually that scary lmao but one is literally not interacting with a stranger directly. What is going through these peoples minds? What is this logic?

i'm also medicated for my anxiety 🫠 i have to go to my doctor every 6 months for a check-in on my medication.

but same! i think it's scarier to request things from ppl, especially from ppl who i'm not super familiar with/not mutuals with. for me, it's akin to calling the doctor's office and making my own appointment 😭 i gotta hype myself up and tell myself, "it's not that scary, stop overthinking it!" bc realistically, it's not scary but anxiety 😂 but once i do send in the request, omg am i waiting in anticipation for the cc to fulfill it!

i just think that using anxiety as an excuse or a crutch or whatever you wanna call it, for not reblogging things is just bullshit. tbh... my anxiety was terrible back in 2015–2017, i had extreme panic disorder and was constantly afraid of being yelled at or reprimanded by my boss at the time. but i always came to tumblr to find some peace and i loved requesting things bc it gave me a little something to look forward to!

i really have no idea what goes through these ppls minds and i have no idea what their logic is. but jokes on them bc tumblr is FULL of ppl with anxiety and we've never had a problem reblogging things we've requested 😇

#anon #ask

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spideyskrunkly · 2 years

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Hungry For Help (Ch4)

Criminal Case Fanmade Case (final part)

Characters: June Shiloh, David Jeremiah Jones, cc suspect (or killer)

Relationships: June/Jones (supportive | platonic | one sided)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of toxic relationship

June confronts his brother's killer.

Jones and June made it to the prison.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, June."

"I'd rather. I can't hide away forever. I gotta get answers on how and why he came to Grimsborough."

Jones and June looked at the cell number before entering the hallway.

Jones was hesitant, but he understood why June wanted to go with it. "Well, you go ahead. I'll be right behind you." And June appreciated his support.

"Thanks, David."

June opened the cell door and walked on as David walked behind him. June looked around and saw criminals he arrested, criminals that were caught before he came, criminals that Jones and June didn't catch. And they got to Anquezze's cell.

"That's her." June looked behind David and David nodded to him. And with pride and fear mixed in his stomach, June stepped to the cell.

Anquezze noticed June in front of her cell and slowly backed up. "It's okay. It's me. I don't want any trouble."

Anquezze was scared of him because of their last interaction. But she understood that he wanted a talk. "If you're here to talk about your brother, I told you why."

"You could at least tell me why he got here."

"... we used airplane, what do you think."

"I said WHY, not HOW."

"Why what?"

"Listen. I'm being nice to you. So try again."

Anquezze knew she hated him as much as she hated his brother, but she knows what he's capable of. His brother talks about him.

"He came... to see you again."

June felt relieved to hear that.

"He heard about you becoming one of GPD's greatest cops and really, I thought it was sweet. He and I met after you left. He was the nicest person, but his mom was treating him badly and I guess... he kinda started to inflict it on me."

For a split second, June felt bad for her. But the next second, he remembered how much pain she caused him.

"Anquezze, you could have came to us if you guys were here a month ago. I could've arrested him. I know he's my brother, but that's no way to treat a lady in my eyes."

Anquezze looked flattered. "Oh? Are you going to think about asking me on a date, Captain? As much as it's sweet, I'm done with love."

"And I wouldn't be interested in asking you either."

"Oh, some other girl's on your mind?"

"More like... some other guy."

"...huh. I... kinda thought you guys were..."

"No. Not really."

Anquezze and June stood in quick silence. But she broke it.

"Y'know, just because Sheng and I had a bad relationship doesn't change how much he loves you. He really did miss you. If you go in his apartment and find his photobook about him in Grimsborough, you'll know for sure."

June did have the photobook that David gave him. It's been 3 weeks and he still didn't go through it.

"I will. Thanks, I'll... catch you later. Or not." As June was about to leave, Anquezze called out to him.

"Wait, June. I do want to say that... I really am sorry. I know it won't take back what I did to him, but I couldn't just live in guilt. And I-I also wanna apologize for... trying to kill you. I guess... grief and anger didn't mix good for me."

June took those words into thought and he did appreciate it. But like she said, it's not going to fix anything.

"I can't... say that I forgive you and that it excuses your actions. But I understand why you were in pain. And I apologize for what my brother has done to make you feel that way. And I'm also sorry for scaring you that night. And for... calling you a bitch. I swear I don't mean that."

"Eh, y'know."

"And, Anquezze. If you ever get released... stay far away from me unless it's urgent. And from my friends. And have a better life. Remember, I can't forgive and forget, but I can let you go. So that's all I ask."

"... If I do get out, I'll try."

"... yeah. Goodbye, Anquezze."

"See ya."

June made it back to Jones. They started to head out. "How'd it go?"

"Eh. She apologized for everything and recommended me the book you gave me."

"I thought that would happen. What'd you do?"

"... I apologized for how I acted with her. And I told her to stay away from us if she ever got released and to build a better life.

...

Am I wrong for that?"

"No. I don't think so. She has to respect that actions have consequences. She seems to be taking responsibility already by apologizing and recommending the book."

"... I guess."

"Well, I think you made the right decision by telling her that."

"... Thanks."

"No problem."

As they both made it out of the prison, Jones thought of something. "Wanna go to the pizzeria I was telling you about? They actually started selling bakery!"

"... Do they have pumpkin spiced cakes?"

"You name it."

"... Hell yeah, let's go."

Case Final

#criminal case #grimsborough #david jeremiah jones #june shiloh #cc suspect #hungry for help #sheng shiloh

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simstationdance · 4 years

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Road to Nowhere: Round One - Howell

As soon as Annie woke up, she looked at her alarm clock to find that she had slept quite a while. She didn’t have much time to spare before her next transformation, so she immediately jumped out of bed, quickly got dressed, and began reading Mambo Loa’s book of Strangetown legends, specifically anything she could find about werewolves and the Night Beast in particular.

One section described a series of herbal concoctions that can potentially help feral werewolves gain control over their form, as documented by several authors, including Mambo Loa herself. “Herbal remedies have been shown to soothe the feral instincts in most were-creatures, at least temporarily. The effects of these concoctions vary between individuals, however."

The book described tea recipes as a possible way of taking the herbs, and although Annie was always more of a coffee person, this gave her a good excuse to give tea a try. As for whether or not the herbal remedy would work, only time will tell...

#|| road to nowhere #|| f: howell #|| R1 #And We're Back #bear with me while i get back into the swing of things i am still Quite Ill #also this gave me an excuse to use my new cc tea set... its so cute..!!#annie howell

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fett-djarin · 3 years

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Stress Relief

Here it is! This is entirely self indulgent and filthy! Im a wh*re for the croissant guards

Also I headcanon Fox looking like how amikoroyoaiart draws him. her art is so good!

Commander Fox x f!reader

Crossposted on ao3

Rating: 18+

Length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: Oral (m receiving), that good sloppy toppy, office sex, cursing, light grinding, making out

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Bringing the Guard their morning caf had become a tradition, of sorts. You knew the caf in the mess wasn’t good--in fact, it was barely even palatable. When you first started as a new secretary, it had been your timid way of offering friendship to the imposing troopers who worked so hard to keep the planet safe. They warmed to you quickly. Thire was the first to remove his helmet in front of you, plonking it down on your desk and taking a long pull of caf barely a second after you handed it to him. At your stunned look, he had just raised a brow and said, “Long patrol last night,” with a shrug.

As the others had become more comfortable with you, you had seen most of them without their buckets at some point--except for Fox. He always took his caf with a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” and retreated to his office. You knew it was against regulation for them to remove their helmets while they were on duty. But even when you dropped off the caf in his office, he was at his desk with his helmet on.

“He keeps it on so you can’t tell if he’s actually asleep,” Thorn told you one day. “I suspect he even does it while we’re standing guard sometimes.” You laughed aloud at that. The serious Commander Fox, asleep standing up. He was right though, you never would be able to tell.

The first time Fox removed his helmet in front of you, you hadn’t expected the gray dusting his temples, but honestly you weren’t surprised. The poor man was stressed beyond belief and worked half to death. You were more surprised that he finally did it in the first place. Fox sighed, running a hand through his unruly curls, before taking the caf and giving you a tired smile. He thanked you by name that time. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

From then on, he had been without it more when you went into his office. You even caught him sleeping once--head resting on his folded arms, bucket set next to him--and had done your best to deliver the caf without waking him. Maker knew he needed the sleep more than he needed hot caf--if Thorn hadn’t told you he snuck naps with the helmet on, you would think he ran off caf and stubborn will alone.

One morning, after you had passed out caf to the others--and a little cup of whipped cream for Grizzer--Fox hadn’t made an appearance, so you made your way to his office to drop it off. You knocked lightly on the door. “Come in,” his gruff voice called, and the door slid aside. You smiled at him, noting the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at seeing it was just you. You set the cup down on his desk. You had just turned when a touch on your wrist stopped you.

Fox was looking up at you, helmet cocked to the side. “You know you don’t have to bring us caf every time you work, right? The boys better not be nagging you for it.”

“I know,” you said. “I enjoy doing it. And it’s the least I could do.”

“The least you could do?”

“You all work so hard. You deserve more, even if it’s just better caf.”

He squeezed your wrist gently. “You don’t owe us anything. It is our duty to the Republic--”

“I know, Fox,” you tried to hide your grin, and failed. “But you’re also my friends.”

That seemed to surprise him, hand falling from your wrist as he sat back in his chair and regarded you curiously. You made your way back to the door, pausing in the entryway and looking back over your shoulder.

“Have a good morning, Commander.”

“...You as well, ma’am.”

The door slid shut behind you. Fox slipped his helmet off, setting it on his desk and staring hard at the door you had disappeared through. His eyes flicked to the paper cup of steaming caf, brows furrowed.

It was the first time you had called him by his name.

Friends?

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After that day, Fox seemed to be trying to talk to you more. Instead of taking his caf and running off, he would stay, either to chat or just hang around for a minute with you and the other Guards. Stone nudged Thire, who nudged Thorn, and they all looked over to where Fox leaned his hip casually against your desk and you were laughing at something he said.

“Did someone replace Fox while we weren’t looking?” Thire questioned under his breath.

“I’ve never seen him so...cheery,” Stone said.

You smiled up at Fox, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. They watched as your fingers grazed the back of his hand where it rested on your desk. “Think something’s goin’ on between those two?” Thorn asked, gesturing vaguely over towards you and Fox with his cup.

“Absolutely.” Thire didn’t hesitate to answer.

The three quickly snapped to attention as Fox excused himself, heading their direction. You gave them a small wave. Thorn was about to wave back before Thire thumped him in the arm.

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” Fox grumbled as he passed them, heading to his office. “Get to it.” You hid your laugh behind your hand seeing the three Commanders scramble to disperse.

Evening rolled around, and you cocked your head side to side, stretching your neck and shoulders. You had been going over forms all day, datapad after datapad, organizing reports and requests for the Chancellor and the Senate. Your shift was almost over, and you were getting ready to go home for the night.

Various members of the Guard had come and gone, leaving and returning from patrols. Senators and representatives had filtered through; less and less as the evening progressed. You were just getting ready to leave when Fox stalked through, back from his rounds, tense and practically vibrating with irritation. He didn't even spare you a glance as he disappeared into his office. If the doors weren't automatic, he likely would have slammed it shut.

You knew he had a thankless job--a job he had no say in having, either. Usually it was something to do with the Chancellor that got him so worked up. Half the time you thought Fox would strangle the man himself if he could. Maybe you should take Fox out to one of the cafes nearby, just for a second to breathe and not carry the weight of the Guard on his shoulders. Was that against regulation? It might be better to invite him back to your apartment. Or did that imply too much?

You pushed yourself up from your chair, mind made up. He could always say no. You wouldn’t be offended.

You paused outside the door to his office, listening carefully. You couldn’t hear anything from the other side. So, you knocked.

“What.” Fox’s biting tone surprised you, but you didn’t take it personally.

“Commander? I...It’s me,” you said hesitantly, and then wanted to smack yourself. Confidence. “Is everything alright?”

No response. You took the silence as a sign that he wasn’t interested in talking. That was fine. You didn’t want to impose if he needed time to himself. The door slid open just as you had stepped back, intending to leave. Fox sighed, jerking his head to direct you inside.

The door shut behind you, and Fox sat heavily in his chair at the desk. Another deep sigh, and his shoulders slumped. He pulled his helmet off, setting it aside, and you caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes before he put his head in his hands.

“Commander Fox?” You took a tentative step forward, so you were close enough to reach out and touch his shoulder.

He looked up at you. There was still tension lining his shoulders, hands flexing into fists and then relaxing. Stress. He opened his mouth to say something, frowned, and then closed it again. He cleared his throat. “Did you need something?” You could tell he was making an effort to soften his voice, likely as to not snap at you again.

“I just wanted to check in, sir,” you said, coming around the desk to stand next to him, leaning your weight against it. “It looked like something was bothering you.”

He waved his hand in the air vaguely, brows pinched. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ you’re not one of my men.” He looked like he was debating saying more, so you waited patiently, quietly, hoping he recognized that you were here to listen if he so needed.

“As you likely know, there’s a gala coming up. Senators, politicians, ambassadors, Jedi….” Fox huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s going to be a security nightmare. And the Chancellor,” he spat, venom in his voice, “has been on my case about patrols and the Guard. Always demanding more. We’re spread too thin, and not getting the support we need--” he cut himself off. He was getting himself worked up again.

You placed your hand over his where it was clenched into a fist on the desk. It relaxed under your touch. Fox heaved another sigh mixed with a groan. “I’m behind on paperwork too,” he glared at the stack of datapads sitting to the side. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to find the time to do everything.”

“Hmm,” you reached over and picked up one of the datapads, skimming through it, hopping up so you were now sitting on the desk. It was just a patrol report that needed Fox’s signature before being filed. “What’s your CC number?”

“CC-1010,” he answered instantly, then regarded you with suspicion. “Why?”

You signed the bottom of the form: CC-1010, “Fox,” and submitted it.

“What are you doing?” his voice seemed to have kicked up an octave.

“Helping you with your work. I deal with paperwork and holoforms all the time,” you said, picking up another datapad and scanning through the information. “Most of the time it’s to make sure there’s a document trail. Most of these probably don’t need an in-depth review, they’re not important. They just go in the archives and are never looked at again.”

“I--you--that’s illegal,” he sputtered. But he seemed more surprised than serious.

You raised a brow at him, signing his designation and name once again before submitting the next form. “Are you going to arrest me?”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate. Interesting. Then he had a thought. “Your handwriting doesn’t even look like mine.”

“Doesn’t it?” you showed him where you had signed. It was almost identical to his scrawling script. His eyes flicked between the form and your face, incredulity on his features.

“How…?”

You shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always been good at. Saved me a lot of trouble as a kid when I needed my parents to sign for something at school. Especially when it was a disciplinary note.” Fox barked a disbelieving laugh at that and you couldn’t help your sly smile. “Even if I didn’t mimic your signature, no one would notice. Or care. You could mark the lines with an X and it would go through; it’s only the acknowledgement they care about. You can even draw a loth-cat face and have that be in the archive forever as a signature.”

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened with a chuckle. “Some of these aren’t just patrol reports though. I actually have to read through the more important ones.”

You handed him a holopad as you picked up your third. “How’s this: we work on these together; if I find one that has important information or requires more than a signature, I’ll give it to you.”

He regarded you for a long moment, debating your offer. Some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders; he looked less tense, less overwhelmed, even less exhausted. Then he slowly nodded. “All right,” he said. “But you have to let me buy you coffee for once.”

“You don’t have to do that--”

“We’re friends. Right?”

That stopped you short. You did consider him and the other guards friends, but to hear him say that he also considered you one...it was nice. It made a pleasant warmth flutter in your stomach, and you couldn’t help your shy smile at his words. “Right,” you agreed. The soft upturn of his lips made your breath hitch. He looked so young when he smiled.

The two of you worked in companionable silence, steadily making your way through the stack of datapads. You had been correct--most of them were unimportant; standard reports and forms that required a signature purely for protocol. Every once in a while you handed one over to Fox for him to read through. Slowly, your free hands had crept together, and Fox hoped to the Maker that you didn’t notice how warm his cheeks had gotten.

Your thumb rubbed soothing circles over the back of his hand, and he didn’t notice he was staring at the way your fingers moved rather than reading through the form you handed him until you cleared your throat. “Fox?” you asked quietly. His gaze landed on your lips. He wanted you to keep saying his name, he wanted to hear it again and again--

You brushed a stray curl back from his forehead. A tug on your arm had you stumbling forward off-balance, and you would have fallen if strong arms had not wrapped around you and pulled you into an armored chest. Heat rushed to your face at the new position you found yourself in: sat in Fox’s lap, his hand still entwined with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It was gentle, soft. His lips pressed to yours chastely, far more gently than you expected him to be, and you felt the datapad fall from your hand. The sharp clatter of it hitting the ground made Fox pull back, but then you grasped the back of his neck, twining your fingers in his curls, and pulled him back to your mouth. He tossed his own back on the desk with a groan as your lips met again.

You licked the seam of his lips, and he opened for you. Fox was content to let you lead. His hand gripped your hip, and he sighed into your kisses, melting from your affection. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that--tasting, breathing each other in, sharing languid kisses full of pent-up desire.

His wild curls were soft in your fingers, and he all but purred when you lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. The hard plastoid of his thigh plates was uncomfortable underneath you, and you shifted your hips slightly in an effort to find a more comfortable spot. The breath hissed out through Fox's teeth, and your face flushed with warmth realizing you had brushed against his codpiece. His fingers tightened on your hip and thigh, pulling you towards him, encouraging your hips to roll against him again.

It was an awkward angle, with you sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, but from the hitch in Fox’s breathing it was doing something for him. You hummed into his mouth before pushing yourself up, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you swung one leg over so you were now straddling him, chest to chest.

“Better?” he rumbled, nipping your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. You squeaked as his palms cupped and squeezed your ass, tugging you closer. Both of you basked in each other's eager little breaths and soft noises, hungry and wanting for more.

"Mhmm." The new position allowed you to feel the firmness of Fox's codpiece against your center when you pressed your hips into his. Fox really appreciated the new position, with your tits against his chest and free access to grope your ass. He almost whined into your mouth at the steady slow grind you started against him.

You wanted to hear that noise again. An idea struck you. You wanted to taste him. One more deep kiss, then you shimmied back off his lap. Fox made a noise of protest and tried to pull you back to him, but you just grinned and shooed his hands away. The floor was cold on your knees as you settled between his spread legs.

“What are you--oh,” he cut off with a harsh breath as your deft fingers unclasped his codpiece and tossed it away. Immediately, your palm cupped the warm bulge at the front of his blacks. He shifted in his seat, and you noticed his cheeks and ears had flushed a shade darker. How cute.

“Commander,” you purred, slowly stroking him through the fabric.

“Y-yes, cyare?” His hands flexed at the arms of his chair. He was struggling to not reach out and pull you back on his lap. Normally so composed, Fox now looked wrecked with his lips slightly parted, kiss-swollen, and hair mussed.

“Will you let me suck your cock?”

Fox spluttered and fumbled at your bluntness. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, still slowly stroking him over his blacks. You could see him fighting with himself. Maker, he wanted it. He wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his length. But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to--he also desperately wanted to pleasure you.

“Please?” you leaned forward and mouthed at his clothed erection, letting your spit soak the fabric. Your eyes locked with his, looking up at him with your best faux-innocent look, like you had no idea what you were doing to him. But Maker, you were hungry. You wanted him.

“Fuck,” the word sounded as if it had been punched out of him. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the rich brown of his irises. “Fuck, yes--”

You wasted no time in tugging the band of his blacks down. A shiver worked its way through him; seeing you on your knees in front of him was a dream--a dirty little fantasy he would never admit to. Many nights alone in his quarters or in the showers he had roughly fisted his cock to the thought of you in situations that were most definitely unprofessional, biting the back of his hand to keep his noises at bay. And now here you were, the sweet secretary, making his dreams become reality.

The sliver of warm skin revealed to you made you instantly want more, and you couldn’t stop from pressing a light kiss to his hip. Then you eased his leaking cock from his blacks. Fox hissed in a breath through his teeth as your hand loosely wrapped around him, pumping his length slowly. The precum that dribbled from the tip slicked your grip. He was thick and firm in your hand, like velvet-wrapped durasteel.

The first stroke of your tongue against his cock made him curse. You licked slowly, working your way from tip to base and back, tracing the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Taking the head of his cock in your mouth, you tasted the salty tang of the precum that leaked from him. When you hummed around him, his hand shot to your hair, fingers winding through the strands. He didn’t push you down or pull you away; instead, he merely just...held on.

Fox’s breathing kicked up watching you worship his cock with your tongue and hands. You enjoyed watching him try to hold himself together, slowly making him fall apart piece by piece. Your head bobbed up and down his length, each time taking more of him. Your hand continued to pump and work the rest you hadn’t fit in your mouth. He breathed out a string of words in a language you didn’t understand, but from the tone it sounded like he was praising you.

All his little noises were making the heat coil in your core. Wetness pooled between your legs, and you clenched your thighs together for the slightest bit of relief. You closed your eyes to concentrate, focusing on the weight of his cock on your tongue, the heat of his body. You slowly took more of him in your mouth until you felt his tip bump the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose. Fighting off your gag reflex, you swallowed around him.

“Shit! Shit, mesh’la--” Fox cried out above you, feeling your throat constrict around his length. He tugged gently on your hair, and you pulled off him with a gasp. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” It was meant to be a warning, but he sounded too breathless for it to carry any weight.

“But Commander,” you looked up at him, enveloping the tip of his cock in the heat of your mouth and gently sucking. His thighs twitched under your hands, cock throbbing, and you pulled off with an obscene pop. “That’s the best part.”

You were messy, letting saliva drip from your mouth and down his cock. You sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of his length until it was sopping. When you ducked down to take his balls in your mouth, his breath hitched, hand tightening in your hair, and a low moan came from him.

“Gedet’ye, mesh’la, gedet’ye--” Fox choked out.

“Hm?” You pulled back, hand wrapped around his cock and continued to pump him tightly. You twisted your wrist when your hand brushed over his head. He was panting lightly, and looked deliciously wrecked.

“Gedet’ye,” he said again, “please.”

You smiled at him, and he felt his heart jump. You looked filthy, lipstick--Coruscant guard red?--smeared, lips and chin wet with spit. “I want you to cum in my mouth, Fox.” Then you brought your mouth back to his cock and sucked, laving your tongue over the sensitive head as one hand stroked the base. The other came up to cradle his balls, and he was done for.

Fox cursed up a storm in both Basic and Mando’a, nearly doubling over as his orgasm was wrenched out of him by your clever mouth. You kept your gaze connected with his, eyes hazy and half-lidded. Warm spurts of his release filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down, milking his cock until he had nothing left. Subtly, you rubbed your thighs together, so turned on it nearly hurt. Seeing Fox fall apart for you stoked the fire of arousal in your core.

He had an arm thrown over his eyes as he slumped in his chair, chest heaving for breath. “Stars above, you’re going to kill me,” he said. You giggled, hands running soothing motions over his thigh plates, even though he couldn’t feel it through the plastoid. He looked boneless and sated, which was exactly your intention--well, part of your intention.

Then he was guiding you back up, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard. It was desperate, deep, filled with so much emotion that you couldn’t decipher it, you only knew that you felt the same. You moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, and you noticed the glint in his eye and his sly grin before he kissed you again, standing and guiding you back to sit on his desk.

“Now it’s my turn.”

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angstyx · 3 years

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I just, I want to see Fundy as the absolute Cat Dad that he is. I want to have a cat with Fundy please I love him and Boots so much I will cry

Boots

CC!Fundy x Reader

Word Count: 490+ words

Summary: Boots, you and your boyfriend’s cat, couldn't be found. So you decided to ask your boyfriend for help.

TW: cursing

Note: to those who don’t know, “Boots” is the name of Fundy’s cat; this fic isn’t about the type of shoes lmao

Also im pretty sure that Boot's a she but correct me if I'm wrong

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“God dammit” You cursed under your breath as you continued to search for you and your boyfriend’s cat, Boots. Although you clearly needed help finding her, you didn’t want to interrupt your boyfriend as he was currently streaming.

You held the small pieces of cat food with your thumb and pointer finger as your scans scanned the room you were in. Currently you were in the living room, a place where Boots usually was besides you and your boyfriend’s room.

It’s been about an hour and a half since you started searching for Boots and about two hours since she was last seen in your sight. You sighed as you stood back up from your crouching position. Your back was stiff from bending down to check under tables. Maybe you should ask Fundy for help? You thought, immediately erasing that idea after remembering that he was streaming.

After another thirty minutes looking for the sly cat, you gave up searching by yourself; you desperately needed Fundy’s help.

As you walked up the stairs to your boyfriend's streaming room, you heard his voice which was currently thanking subs. When you saw him, you knocked on the wall and watched as he turned his head as well as his whole body to face you.

"Need anything, babe?" You were about to open your mouth to ask where Boots was when you finally spotted her — sleeping peacefully right on your boyfriend's lap. As the words you were about to say died in your mouth, your boyfriend looked at you in confusion.

"Babe, do you need help fo-" "How long has Boots been here?"

You cut your boyfriend off as he raised his eyebrows. His computers were still on while one of them showed him in a minecraft world while the other showed his chat and other stuff.

"Like uh let me think..." Your gaze went to your cat as you almost, almost cooed at how peaceful and adorable she looked. Boots was lying peacefully on your boyfriend's lap and her eyes were closed, soft purrs escaping her mouth every once in a while.

"An hour or so?" You mentally groaned. "Why?"

"Cause I've been trying to find her for two fucking hours." You could tell how hard your boyfriend was trying not to laugh as you glared at him.

"What? I didn't see her for a while and thought she escaped through a window I left open and I was worried and-..." You stopped rambling as you shook your head. "Never-mind, anyways, I just thought she escaped, that's all."

"You know, I appreciate how much you care for Boots..." You feel your face get red as you mutter an excuse. As you quickly start to head back downstairs, you hear Fundy laugh at your flustered state. What you didn't hear was Fundy talk to his viewers as he was petting Boots.

"They're adorable, aren't they, chat?" And everyone knew he wasn't talking about his cat.

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onthevirgooftears · 2 years

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the way you guys treated tubbo replying to austins tweet about girls and gays vs the way you guys reacted to ranboo coming out reeks of abelism and its just gross

im really happy for ranboo btw and ive expressed my excitement for him having the courage to come out in another post, so please dont attack me and act like im making it about tubbo, because all im doing is expressing my opinion about something. the attention is still on ranboo because he deserves it.

right, back when tubbo replied to austins tweet, you had like, literally 10 people at best who were like 'congrats' the rest of them had some really bad fucking takes like, 'he probably misread' (because hes dyslexic btw, which is abeleist,) or 'dont assume his sexuality!!' when he literally replied to a tweet saying hello to girls and gays, so either he's a girl or you guys are just homophobic. like, i completly understand why some of you care so much about not breaking boundaries, but i think some of you are so chronically online that you forget speculating about shit is something people do on a daily basis. if you have a crush on someone, you speculate about the things they like, and their favourite food, and also their sexuality. if they had a carrd that said 'dont speculate my sexuality' as one of the rules, you probably wouldnt give a shit. because the only reason you care about not speculating is because you dont see ccs as human beings. a ton of the fans just havent touched grass, like ever, and they cry about boundary breaking, like they didn't just walk across the street and assume they were gay because of the way they walked, or talked, or looked or whatever. the fact is, its normal to make assumptions and i dont have a clue why the entire dsmp fandom thinks it isn't.

anyways, ranboo posts a clip of the heartstopper scene (which was fucking hilarious lmao, what a way to come out,) and said 'can i make it anymore obvious' and posted a few clips of him saying gay shit. and people accepted it, and congratulated him (as they should,) but not to be rude, but where was this energy when it was tubbo?

you cant use the 'don't speculate boundary' as an excuse because ranboo had the same boundary and nobody gave a fuck. the only reason things were treated differently is because tubbo is nd and people like treating him like an uwu baby who doesnt have a mind of his own and can't make decisions. People didn't like the fact that he was (trying) to come out because it didnt line up with the 'cant do anything for himself' version of tubbo they have in their heads. so instead of being supportive, they ignored it completly. which is just fucking weird to me.

#this may have been worded badly so i apologies #tubbo #fandom neg #truthblr #im not tagging ranboo because people are celebrating and i dont wanna be a dick #tw abelism

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