#definitely feeling the ‘we were kids just trying to work it out wonder what they’d say if they could see us now’ energy

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Media Interrogation [Part 2] (LN4)

(Read part 1 here!)

Summary: He had prayed the media would leave his newfound ‘friend’ out of their questions, only focusing on the race. But Lando Norris would soon see he wasn't so lucky.  A/N: I don't know how Twitch works so excuse the poorly explained streaming things.

A little less than two weeks after Lando had met his new neighbor, they had spent any time they could together, and any time they couldn’t they were texting and calling. It was exciting, they weren’t dating per se, still trying to get to know each other before they jumped into anything, but this newfound friendship had been great for both of them. Slowly, Lando had been introducing her to some of his friends, and with all the new faces, she didn’t feel half as lonely as she used to. 

It was wonderful.

He had warned her about the stream, leaving the details of him turning bright red, giggling, and Max admitting that Lando had called her his “cute neighbor” out. But, of course, after she spent far to long going through the #landonorris tag on various social media sites, she had found a clip of the interaction. Seeing how giddy he was about it, even after meeting her for only a minute, made her giddy as well, happy to know that it seems her feelings weren’t one sided.

He had invited her to the race, being as it was at Silverstone, but the thought of going there and meeting new people and being seen by the media so soon after her and Lando just met made her nervous, so she politely declined. 

Although he was a bit upset, he understood her reasoning. 

Before the race, Lando was with Oscar giving various interviews, with mostly race related questions. ‘How was the car feeling?’, ‘you think you guys can give Max a run for his money this weekend?’, etc. It was easy and he wasn’t worried about intrusive questions.

Until they opened it up to the fans.

When they said they’d take fan questions, Lando began to sweat. Beside him, Oscar let out a laugh, knowing what the first question was bound to be.

“Lando, it seems you made friends with you “cute neighbor” while streaming, have you guys talked more?” one of the fans asked.

Shit.

He probably should have warned her this would happen but, maybe it was wishful thinking, he hadn’t expected to be asked about it. And maybe his cute neighbor wasn’t even watching. 

“Uhhh” he said as he let out an awkward laugh, “Yeah, we have talked a bit more. The cookies were really good so I’ve been trying to get the recipe.” Lies, he hadn’t asked for the recipe, he just wanted her to make the cookies for him again.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Another fan yelled out.

There was a beat of silence from Lando, causing fans to laugh at his awkwardness around the situation. Oscar, now feeling bad for his teammate, jumped in.

“He shared some of the cookies with me too. He wasn’t kidding when he said they were really good. Might have to ask her to make me a batch.” Oscar jokes. 

Seeing as he wasn’t going to answer the girlfriend question, which wasn’t even a proper question as the fan just yelled it out instead of waiting to be picked, the interviewer moved on. 

He really hoped she wasn’t watching this.

She was totally watching this and enjoying every second.

It felt nice to see Lando blushing so profusely at the mention of her, which made her feel better for also blushing profusely when he talked about her.

Since she saw the stream, she had noticed he definitely had a bit of a crush on her, but she didn’t know how deep it went. If it was a tiny crush that was bound to fade as they became closer, or if this closeness was going to lead to an even bigger crush. Only a few weeks into their friendship though, and she had already fallen fast and hard.

She couldn’t do anything. She'd never do anything, even though she so badly wanted to. All her new friends were Lando’s, if he wasn’t as serious as she hoped about his feelings, it would crush her. She wouldn’t be able to stay friends with him and in turn would lose all the new friends she had made. 

So she vowed to not make the first move.

Eventually, three months had gone by and the pair only became more inseparable. Instead of planning mini vacations and trips between races, Lando always tried to get home so he could see his favorite neighbor, who he now knew he had massive feelings for.

She had started work and it was going great! Her worries about being alone if she lost Lando went away as she made more non-Norris-acquired friends. 

The two had also graduated to an even deeper level of intimacy. They weren’t sleeping together, or straight up kissing. But holding hands, cuddling, kisses on the cheek or forehead, were all normal for the pair. Sure it seemed so childish to dance around their feelings at their grown age but it's all they could do for now.

Baking had become a new hobby as well. Before moving, she couldn’t really say she was much of a baker, only doing it when it came to birthdays or bake sales. But with Lando becoming increasingly more obsessed with her cookies, she had started to branch out with other flavors, even throwing in muffins or a pie. 

She had just finished a new recipe her mom sent her, which were divine, when she knocked on Lando’s door, flashbacks to the first time they met those few months ago going through her head.

Lando, also like those few months ago, had been streaming when he got a knock on his door. Smiling to himself as he already knew who it would be, which the fans most certainly caught, he quickly excused himself to go open it. When he saw her there, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into her neck.

“You saw me yesterday.” She laughed, happy to know he missed her as much as she did him.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite girl all the time.” He replied.

“Favorite girl, huh? It's an honor. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a title.” She teased.

“Your cookies, of course!” He said as he pulled back, when she shot him a look, he continued, “and your wonderful personality, and how great of company you are.”

“That's more like it. Speaking of, I tried a new recipe and, not to toot my own horn, these are the best yet.” She said as she grabbed the container of cookies from her bag.

“Yes! Thank goodness I was beginning to experience withdrawal. I am streaming right now, they are always asking about you since the- anyway, could I do a taste test? You can join me, I think the chat would love it. I would love it. But you don’t have to if-” He began to ramble, clearly feeling awkward at almost admitting just how much she is brought up on his streams.

“No, that sounds great! I definitely join.” She immediately regretted the words the moment they left her mouth but the look on Lando’s face stopped her from taking it back. He has lit up in a way she hadn’t seen and all she wanted to do was forever make him light up that way.

He quickly pulled her to his streaming room, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling her onto the screen. “I’ve returned with cookies, oh and of course a special guest. Guys, please don’t be weird. Be normal or I'll end the stream.” He joked, but also prayed that his fans would for once listen and try not to embarrass him for their own entertainment. He knew they wouldn’t listen though.

Immediately after saying that, someone donated and got their message read out loud,

‘Are you the cute girl that gave him cookies?’

“Uh I don’t know. That depends. How many cute girls give you cookies, Lan?” She teased.

“Oh hundreds, I am constantly drowning in sweet baked goods. My trainer hates me now.” He teased back.

“Then I guess I should take these back, don’t want to make your trainer even more mad.”

“Over my dead body. Seriously, you’d have to pry these out of my cold dead hands. Anyway, this is a taste test of a new recipe, as was explained to me ‘it's the best yet’. You guys can’t eat them obviously so I’ll try to be descriptive.” 

After one bite, Lando started moaning in a way that was uncomfortable for everyone except him. Her face had never felt hotter at the sounds he was making and she was far too scared to check to see if her face was as red as it felt.

Do you hear him make those noises a lot?

“Alright! I told you if you guys made it weird I’d end it, so you lost your privileges. Goodbye everyone, think about what you did.” Lando was kidding, his fans knew it, but it was a pretty crazy question to ask. Not that the chat cared.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting all that.” She said once he turned off the stream.

“I know, I’m sorry they get like that.” He replied, feeling bad that he hadn’t explained well enough what she should expect. 

“No, I thought they would be worse to be honest, I meant the moans you were making from my cookies.” “Oh come on they weren’t that crazy, and the cookie was amazing, I had to.”

“Lando, those noises were nothing short of erotic, I was worried how far you were going to go if you had another bite.” She teased.

They both laughed and after a few seconds, a beat of silence fell over them. As they looked into each other’s eyes, the energy in the room shifted. Finally, Lando spoke up.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“Please,” She replied.

Explosions, fireworks, sparks, whatever you want to call it, they felt it. It was so cheesy but it was so electric, they couldn’t help but feel like they did in the movies.

After a much needed breather, before going in for more, Lando asked, “Let me take you out, properly, please? Like an actual date.”

“Only if it's not a seafood place, I’m allergic to fish.” 

“Good God, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

[certainlynotasimp]

Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!

Our Girl

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.

Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.

A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))

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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-

“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.

“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”

“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”

“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.

Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-

“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.

“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.

“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.

The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.

Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…

She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.

I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-

“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”

“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.

“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him. 

“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”

Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.

A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”

As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes. 

“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.

Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s. 

All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.

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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…

A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.

“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”

Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb. 

“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air. “Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.

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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress. 

“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo. 

“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”

The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”  

Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl. 

“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”

Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,

“W-where am I?”

Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?” 

“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely. 

Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”

Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”

The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above. 

“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.

“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure. 

“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.

“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.

“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.

“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”

The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica. 

“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.

It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs. 

“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”

“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…

(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.

“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”

And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.

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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy. 

After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.

.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary. 

“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”

“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!” 

The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”

As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!” 

Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.

The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye. 

This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…

“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes. 

“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face. 

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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.

“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair. 

The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.

“And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl. 

“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”

“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.

Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.

“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.

His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…

“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.

“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”

A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.

“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”

Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.

“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.

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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek. 

“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face. 

Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.

“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”

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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home. 

“Thank god that’s over-!”

Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…

“SHIT!!!”

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Translations:

¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!

Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.

¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!

¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!

Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.

Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?

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I just finished binge reading everything under your separated AU tag and I have QUESTIONS!! (that mostly just stem from me being a mikey fan) Be prepared as I will ramble.

So. My #1 burning mikey question is as follows. Why does he decide to, you know, NOT eradicate all of humanity? Does he just do it because all of his family is? Ugh it’s hard to phrase this but I’m wondering if Draxum’s word means so much to him he changes his entire world view, since draxum was the person who made him believe humans are evil, if he changed his mind he must be right? If he is the very last one to change his worldview, how does he react to the person who essentially indoctrinated him into believing humans are evil just going back on his word? Would he just, idk, try to keep going by himself (proper villain arc style!) Or does he get his own little human/outside friend to convince him, like his two other brothers do? What would happen if instead of a human/outside friend to convince him humans are okay, he gets someone like say, leatherhead, who was experimented on by the earth protection force?(Since in 2012, he was experimented on by the Kraang, but I don’t see a way of that happening when they were locked away his entire life) Huzzah for conflict! or better yet, That same leatherhead convinces him humans are okay? Though that those seem out of character…. And of course maybe it would be mondo gecko, who he befriends and then finds out was human just a few months before and still views himself as such…. So many possibilities!!

speaking of other characters, do the Drax trio have any Yōkai friends? Like one Sunita, or maybe even one yoichi usagi, per chance? Though I’m pretty sure they’d be pro-human so… idk how that would work. The question still stands.

Also, seeing as you mentioned Raph starts to hang out with Leo,Donnie and April, how does mikey react to that? Would he feel abandoned or left out? (Who am I kidding of course he would but like. It does t hurt to ask!)

And seeing as he’s alone now and he’s not training all the time (I hope) this feels like a good Segway into asking: does he have as much of a love for art as in canon? What are his and Raphs interests (since we know Leo’s!)

thanks! I love ur work and ur art and ur Au and ur mother for creating you.

P.s. I had another question I wanted to ask but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was rn so you can expect more asks from me in the near future ;)

Hoo boy, long asks mean long answers, strap in folks!

So EXACTLY what causes Mikey to change his mind on everything is something I'm still working out the details of. Draxum definitely plays a part in it, considering how much faith Mikey has in his dad, Draxum of all people changing his mind would be one of the biggest reasons for Mikey to also second guess himself. It's not like he'd instantly change his entire worldview though, after Draxum gives up on the Evil Plan, Mikey, or rather Dr. Positive, tries to motivate him to come up with a new plan for a short while. He gives up after Draxum makes it clear that they're Done™ with that, and Mikey isn't very keen on trying to do the Evil Plan all on his own considering HIS ENTIRE FAMILY decided to just give up on it. That doesn't mean he'll suddenly start liking humans, he still thinks they suck ass, he just isn't actively trying to cause their downfall anymore.

For both Leo and Raph, a big reason why they changed their minds on humanity was because they interacted with humanity and learned how wrong many of their previously held assumptions about them were. It makes sense that that's the catalyst for both of their redemption-arcs, and in that sense it also makes sense for Mikey to unlearn his prejudices against humans by interacting with them. HOWEVER! You bring up an interesting point, for Mikey specifically it would probably be more effective for another yōkai/mutant to give him a new perspective considering he'd be a lot more willing to listen to them rather than a human. I haven't been planning on including Leatherhead or Mondo, but it would be fun idea so I might do so.?That being said, getting to actually know a human later on would still be a good learning-experience for Mikey, I'm kinda tempted to bring in Woody from the IDW comics into the story too, for example.

So then we get to the topic of friends! Despite The Drax Bros growing up in yōkai society, they're still a bit isolated. They can go and hang out in The Hidden City basically whenever they want (as soon as they're old enough to do so), but when it comes to actually getting close to other yōkai and forming proper friendships...? So first of all, Draxum has a Reputation™ amongst yōkai, he's a well known figure and a lot of people are honestly a bit intimidated by him. Most yōkai thinks it's best to just stay out of his way, which includes staying out of the way of his weird kids. Basically, the bros' association with Draxum has a tendency to get in the way of them actually befriending anyone :/ Not just that, but while there are certainly yōkai who don't have the most positive feelings about humans, the Draxum family's stance on humanity is very extreme, which even most "human-critical" yōkai will find off-putting.

All of this is to say that no, they don't have a lot of friends haha. Leo hangs out at Run Of The Mill all the time, and Hueso definitely has a soft spot for him, but at most he's only acquainted with the other employees and regulars there. I'd imagine that includes Sunita, considering her dad works there and as such they've interacted on occasion. But again, Leo's extreme view on humanity makes most people uncomfortable and as such they'll mostly indulge him in civil small-talk to avoid getting on Draxum's bad side. Raph and Mikey...? They might have some casual friendly connections with some yōkai in The Hidden City, especially Mikey can be quite sociable if he can keep himself from ranting about humans for two seconds lmao. But for the most part, honestly, I think The Drax Bros are content staying a bit closed off from others outside their family. The three of them are very close and they know they can trust each other, that last part's important considering their Big Plans aren't exactly.... legal.... and as such they need to remain secretive about everything to others. I feel like they'd mostly start bothering finding new friends after they decide to abandon their Destroy All Humans Plan.

(Sidenote, I really like when Usagi shows up in TMNT stories, but I've never consumed any Usagi media myself. Almost all I know about both Miyamoto and Yuichi I know through TMNT and as such I don't feel confident enough in my knowledge about the Usagis to include either of them in the story. I HAVE been planning on reading the comics, so maybe I'll include him at a later date??)

But OH BOY Mikey's reaction to Leo and Raph starting to hang out with Donnie and April?? :D Both of Mikey's older brothers ditching him to hang out with their new little brother and his annoying human friend??? :D OH BOY YOU HAVE NO IDEA! :D

Listen, look at this from Mikey's perspective: You finally find your Long Lost Brother™ after thirteen years of him being presumed dead, great! Small problem, he's been brainwashed by the evil humans who kidnapped him and now thinks YOU'RE evil for some reason? No matter! He just needs some time to adjust! So you're patient with him, you show him kindness and understanding while gently trying to guide him back to the good side, to his REAL family. You do EVERYTHING right, and how does that bastard repay you?? HE instead turn your brothers against YOU! He ruins your plans of saving the world! Everything was PERFECT before HE showed up and started complicating things, and now your family is BROKEN and everything sucks! And it can all be blamed on Donnie.

...Hate is a very strong feeling, I don't feel like Mikey is really capable of feeling something like that, at the very least not against someone he does still technically considers family. Rather, I think the best way to describe the feeling Mikey is about to start feeling about Donnie would be bitterness. Mikey takes all the negative feelings, all the hurt and confusion about the situation he's ended up in and directs it all at Donnie. Because it all comes back to him, doesn't it? It was only after Donnie got reunited with them that things started going wrong. And from Mikey's point of view, Donnie has basically stolen Mikey's brothers from him. Needless to say, Mikey is dealing with a lot of negative emotions that he doesn't really know how to cope with them aside from taking it out on Donnie.

Donnie, who is so used to being love-bombed by Mikey is VERY flabbergasted over him basically just completely flipping a switch overnight. Mikey will just be glaring at Donnie like he's trying to explode him with his mind and Donnie's just "???who are you and what have you done with Mikey???". He starts acting really hostile towards Leo and Raph as well, it's all very weird!

Back to me not having figured out the details of the entirety of Mikey's character arc, one thing I'm contemplating is how long I wanna drag it out for. For example, I know I want to change up the events of the movie at least a bit in the AU for the sake of novelty. One way of doing that could potentially be for it to focus not on Leo's and Raph's ever growing tension in their relationship, but rather focus on Donnie's and Mikey's relationship? It'd be extra interesting if Mikey hadn't at least completely gotten over his hang-ups about humans when we bring Casey Jr into the situation. CJ looks at Mikey and sees a younger version of the man that was basically an uncle to him, like family, and Mikey looks at CJ and is just like "ew. human." and that'd be a whole dilemma to deal with. But as interesting as that could be, I'm scared that it'd just get tedious if Mikey is stuck in angst-mode for too long. We still have the entirety of season two to get through before we get to the movie, it's gonna be a while is what I'm saying. Then again, character growth takes time, maybe Mikey reconciles with his own family and starts the path to befriending Donnie by the end of season two, but they run into some roadblocks along the way. They ARE very different people, even in canon, I'd imagine it might take some time for them to properly befriend each other.

But next question - Mikey and Raph's interests! Mikey already likes to draw, but he'd definitely start doing it way more after the season 1 finale (oh wow, a healthy coping mechanism, imagine that!) Raph... Raph likes training. Even after it becomes clear that they're not doing their Big World Domination Plan anymore and as such don't really need to train as much, he still does it just because he genuinely enjoys it. He becomes proper friends with Casey the season one finale and she also really likes training, so it becomes a bonding experience for them. Leo and Donnie later on also introduces him to human media like Jupiter Jim and the Lou Jitsu movies and he gets really into it too XD Nerds!!

... Oh man, I think that's everything! Anyway, thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the AU so much :D

[livwritesstuff]

‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from

(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)

The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.

Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.

Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.

His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.

He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.

He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.

It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.

Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday. 

Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness. 

His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.

“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”

(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).

Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.

Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.

He has it pretty much memorized at this point.

It says:

Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)

49.

Holy shit we’re getting old.

Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.

I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?

(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)

Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.

Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.

You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)

You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.

You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it

You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly

You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.

the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)

You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.

Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.

We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.

Love you always!

- Steve :) ♡ ☆

[livingintheupsidedown]

A Good Kind of Different

Steve Harrington x reader

[1.3k] - Steve invites everyone over for a day in the pool.

A/N - Thank you to the anon who requested this! It was super cute and fun to write.

Your relationship with Steve was unique, to say the least. Not many people can say they fell for someone because they got sucked into fighting interdimensional monsters together. Part of you wants to thank Dustin for roping you in, but you’d never give him the satisfaction. Before you and Steve had even started dating you’d practically already seen the other at their worst, having been so vulnerable around someone so early on was something you definitely weren’t used to. It was different, and different often meant scary.

Steve was the good kind of different. 

The kind of different that you adored. That risked their life to save yours. That encouraged you to be yourself and promised to love you no matter what. 

Today was also a good kind of different, it was a rare chance that all the teens managed to get a day off together. Which of course only meant one thing, a pool party at the Harrington residence. 

And that’s where you found yourself now, an hour early while you watched Steve clear the pool through the kitchen window. You could see the sun warming his back and chest as he worked with the net, his muscles tightening and relaxing every time he stretched out to reach a stray leaf. It was no secret that Steve was attractive, you’d tell him every chance you got, as if he needed the ego boost. But you still marvelled at how he was wondered up being yours, how you were the one to comfort him at night and hold his hand during the day.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the doors sliding open as Steve walked inside. “You know, most people consider it rude to stare, especially when they’re not wearing a shirt.” 

You blushed and turned back to the sink. “I wasn’t staring,” you said, filling up the glass you’d forgotten was even in your hand. “ I was studying the pool to make sure it’s safe, don’t want the kids to get hurt.” 

“Baby,” he said rolling his eyes while the nickname did nothing to help your blushing. “I saw you staring, you’re not as slick as you think you are.” He closed the distance between you, taking the glass out of your hand and turning you around so that your foreheads were touching. “I don’t mind though, as long as it’s you.”

“Okay fine i was staring, can you blame me?” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. He shifted his arms to hook under your legs, deciding to take the hint you jumped as he helped push you onto the counter. Now standing in the space between your legs, his hand gently massaged your thigh. 

“I knew it, just can’t get enough of me huh babe?” he said with a smirk. You tugged at the base of his hair causing him to wince.

You scoffed “Keep that ego in check Harrington.” As he opened his mouth to reply, you heard a voice come from behind him. “Hey lovebirds, try not to fuck each other on top of the food.”

Eddie.

“Munson, what the fuck you’re like an hour early?” Steve whined before untangling himself from you, only to turn around and lean back into you instead. Your arms coming up to rest over his shoulders and down his chest instead. 

Robin appeared from behind him, “Nancy and Johnathan said they’d bring the gremlins so Eddie and I thought we’d head over early and help you guys prepare but hey, if you guys are busy we can come back later.” 

“You know what that’d be great, we were kinda in the middle of somethi-” you slapped his chest before he could finish his sentence. Eddie laughed while Robin’s eyes went wide.

“Stop being so horny all the time Harrington.”

“Watch your mouth Munson.”

A while later Nancy and Johnathan arrived with the kids, who practically bypassed you to jump straight into the pool. You found yourself on a lounger to the side, soaking up the heat as you listened to the chatter around you. You didn’t mind being sat by yourself, it doesn’t feel as lonely as it once did. 

Robin and Nancy were off to the left of the pool while El and Max sat on the side above them with their feet submerged, it seemed Robin was updating on how things were going with Vickie and from what you could hear, the answer was well. 

Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will were playing chicken, hand flailing and feet kicking water into the other's face to try and get them to fall. The sound of their laughter warmed you, knowing they were safe and could be kids for at least a day.

Off to the right sat Eddie, Jonathan and Steve. The pool water reflected on his face, his skin kissed by the sun as it became accustomed to the new freckles it seemed it designed specifically for him. It excited you, knowing that later tonight you'd be counting the new ones on his body and connecting them together like a dot-to-dot. Your touch was the only thing that allowed him to sleep, you had to make it fun somehow. Another kind of different that eventually became your new normal. 

Hearing your name you opened your eyes and turned to look at the pool to find the voice. Dustin was now at the edge of the pool looking at you, a smile upon his face. “We totally won that fair and square right?!”

Behind him stood an equally enthusiastic Lucas while Will and Mike pouted furiously. You chuckled to yourself before replying, “I certainly didn’t see anything wrong with it.” 

The boys erupted into noises of cheering and protesting causing your laugh to grow in volume. “See I knew it! This is why she’s the best-”

“Henderson! You better not be flirting with my girlfriend.” Steve said as he jumped out of the pool to join you on the lounger, “how many times? She’s off limits.”

Dustin simply shrugged and jumped back into the pool while Steve rolled his eyes, failing to hide his grin. He lifted your legs to sit down and placed them on top of his own. His fingers trailed up past your knee as he spoke, “you not gonna join us, sweetheart?”

“I will, I just like watching sometimes.” He frowned slightly, creating the crease between his eyes that you always try to kiss away, “Watching?”

“Yeah, It’s nice you know? Actually feeling like a family without having to worry about them being ripped away from us.” 

Steve understood, how could he not? He sat lying away about the same things you did in the night. Waiting for the call that yet another gate had opened or there was a new creature to deal with when all he wanted was to keep you safe. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’m not going to let anything be ripped away from us okay? I promise.”

Even if you couldn’t have seen the look in his eyes, you knew he meant it. With every bone in his body, he meant it. “I know,” you pulled your intertwined hands up to your face, placing a gentle kiss upon his, a silent promise that you’d do the same for him, “now go back in the pool, it’s too hot out here.” 

You closed your eyes again hoping to go back into the peaceful state you were in beforehand when suddenly you were being lifted from your chair. The party looked round at your squeal to see Steve’s carrying you bridal style as he approached the pool, “Steve Harrington you put me down right now!” 

Next thing you knew you were being thrown in the pool. The water surrounded you as you fought against it to find your way to the surface. You ignored the laughs and cheers from around you, instantly making eye contact with Steve and glaring as hard as you could.

“What? You said put me down!”

“You’re so gonna pay for that Harrington.”

[anonwrites2233]

lol ok I like trolls now so have this shdhhdjfjfjjfo

Lee!Velvet and Ler!Veneer

Grumpy sister

It had been a long night for the two twins, and Velvet was in a way grumpier mood than usual. It had Veneer very puzzled all night. They had a very successful night, yet a busy one. He wondered what was on his sister’s mind.

Once arriving home, Veneer couldn’t help but question her.

“Hey sis, you ok? Your vibe has definitely been off tonight. Resting moody vibe face… except… well not resting. Just extremely grumpy, moody vibe face. What’s up with you??”

Velvet huffed rather loudly. “UGH! Don’t worry about it ok?!” Velvet stormed to her room to sulk on her bed, yet she hadn’t closed the door. Veneer simply followed right behind her taking it as a signal that she wasn’t completely mad enough to shut him out.

Veneer was very worried and a bit offended by the sass levels coming from her.

“Listen, I’m just trying to help you! You know you can tell me anything right?” They both sat on Velvet’s bed as Veneer patted her shoulder, Velvet having her arms crossed and quite literally pouting.

“I guess I’ve just been stressed or whatever ok?! Don’t worry about it.”

Veneer frowned and sincerely felt bad for her.

“Hey, it’s alright. We can chill tonight ok? If there’s anything you need from me let me know…”

Velvet sulked a little, but she looked visibly a little calmer. She simply nodded a little. Her pout was definitely still visible though.

Veneer sat frowning for a moment, he didn’t like seeing his sister upset. He thought for a minute before coming up with an idea: something they’d do as kids.

As children, they had frequent tickle fights. They were actually pretty equally matched in fights, however, Veneer always got her good and knew Velvet’s worse spots and could definitely make her scream. Partly because she would “secretly” get into lee moods a lot and let him win.

Knowing this, Veneer smirked.

Velvet slightly side eyed him, now confused.

“What’s with your face? What are you planning?”

Velvet was already getting suspicious and annoyed at his antics that have yet to unleash.

Veneer simply snickered. “Oh nothing dear sister~ just do me a favor and come see real quick~ I want to help you out…”

Velvet was highly suspicious.

“Veneer, I swear… you better not…— EEP!!”

Veneer had inched closer to her and poked her side.

Velvet squealed and tried to squirm away immediately, swatting his hand.

“V-Veneeheer, don’t you dahare—! EEE!!”

Veneer had a wide grin on his face, pulling Velvet in his lap to begin tickling the absolute daylights out of her.

He immediately started scribbling up and down her sides.

“What’s wrong~? I’m just cheering you up! Tickle tickle sis~”

Velvet squealed rather loudly and kicked her legs, attempting to escape his grasp but it was impossible.

“NAAAHAHAHHAHAAA!! VEHEHENEEEEHHEER!! GEHEHEHT OHOHOFF MEHEHE!!”

Veneer giggled. “Aw don’t act like you don’t like it Vels~”

He then gently laid his sister down on his lap and began poking her exposed tummy multiple times. “Boop boop boop~!”

Velvet was red as could be and an absolute giggly mess. How embarrassing was this to her? Extremely. Could she deny that she was enjoying herself? No. Not really. In fact, his “cheering up” was definitely working. Velvet had conflicting feelings about that.

She sounded rather childish and bubbly despite her insults, so Veneer could definitely tell she was enjoying herself.

“Nyehehhee!! Veheheneer yohou ididhihidiot! Cuhut it ohout~!”

Veneer chuckled and began scribbling on her tummy.

“You’re so cute when you’re all giggly Vels, you know you can’t deny you like this~ you would’ve pushed me off by now if you didn’t~”

Velvet was red as Floyd’s hair before it faded. Yeah. She really couldn’t deny him. So she just kept on squealing and laughing her head off, now kicking her legs as she tried not to squirm off of him.

“BAHAHAHAAAHAA!! V-VehehHEHEENEEHERRE PLEHEESE!! I-IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOhOO MUCH!!”

Veneer was highly amused. “Duh, that’s the point~ I think you deserve this for the extra pouting and sass you’ve been giving me~”

He pinned her down better and went up to her ribs and armpits.

Velvet literally cackled like a hyena at this point.

“NYEEAAHAHAHAHAAA!!! *snort* VEHEHEHEE—!! VEHEHHENEEHEHEEREEEK!!”

She could barely protest through her wild laughter that Veneer also just laughed along with.

“My my dear sister~ you’re awfully sensitive! Have you gotten more sensitive since last time I wonder? You’re awfully loud~”

Velvet continued snorting and laughing, red as can be, enjoying herself despite how badly she was thrashing.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!”

Veneer shook his head. “Tsk tsk~ so rude. I should teach you a lesson for being so mean to your brother.”

He went down to her hips and immediately squeezed them, causing loud high pitched squeals to release from Velvet.

“EEEEEHEHEHEEEE!!! V-VEHEHENEEHEER!!!”

Veneer chuckled and kept going. “Oh this is a lot of fun~ your laughs are music to my ears~ maybe I should keep this up all night huh, wouldn’t that be fun?”

Velvet fake protested through snorts, wildly kicking her feet and laughing her head off.

Veneer giggles again and tickles her thighs, causing more shrieks and loud laughter from Velvet.

“I doooo think you’re enjoying yourself~ maybe I should just continue til you admit ittt~”

Velvet squealed and continued giggling and shaking her head. “Nohohoho~!!”

Veneer mocked her. “Yehehes~”

Venner switches up positions and sits on Velvet’s legs, and went and scribbled behind her knees.

“Ready to give up yet Vels? You know I won’t stop tickling you until you admit it~ or maybe you just don’t want me to stop hm~?”

Velvet squealed loudly and punched the bed wildly while still cackling.

“VEHEHEHNEEER!! NOHOHOHO!!”

Veneer remained smug. “No you aren’t ready to give up, correct? Well that’s fine~ I’ll just keep going and get this spot then~”

He quickly then held onto Velvet’s ankles and started scribbling on her feet.

She screamed VERY loud.

“AAAAAHAHAHHAHAAAA!!! VEHEHHENEER PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI GIHIHIVEE! I GIHIHIVEE!!”

Veneer smirked evilly. “Oho do you now~?”

She continued laughing and hitting the bed wildly with tears coming out of her eyes.

“YEHEHEHHEHEES!!!”

Veneer kept his smug grin.

“Ok I’ll stop, but admit you like this first~”

Velvet groaned and whines in embarrassment between her laughter.

“EHEHEEVENEHEHEER!! IHI CAHAHANT!!”

“Oh yes you can~ I’ll just have to keep going if you don’t~” he gave some more good scribbles for good measure.

Snorting and nearly wheezing, Velvet choked out her answer.

“OHAHAHAAA!!OHOHOKAY!! ILIHIHIKEIT!! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!!”

Veneer giggles happily in satisfaction before letting his sister go. He patted her back and allowed her to catch her breath.

Blushing and fake glaring at him, he kept his smug grin and watched Velvet slowly turn away from him pretending to still be mad at him.

“Y-You… idiot…”

“Mhm~ love you too sis. And you’re welcome.”

Velvet huffed and stuck her tongue out at him, causing Veneer to chuckle and hug her. She reluctantly hugged him back. She did have to admit she felt better now.

“…Yeah, thanks I guess. You dork”

[cainache]

more butcher than man ♱ rockstar!eddie munson (reader goes by cady brocks, it’s her middle & last name!)

He'd known you weren't that bright the second he met you at that party in the hills six months ago. And no, he doesn't mean bright in the way you think. You’re smart, so damn smart. He means bright in just the way that you are. You're not a very happy girl.

Anyone who knew your insides could tell. If they’d taken the time to slice you open and personally talk with your organs, they’d know. You repulse at just about everything you do, and it makes him kind of sad. But he doesn't know how to tell you that—tell you that you’re the best and he kind of cares about you. No, he does care about you crazy, he just doesn’t know it yet. It’s so out of character for him, being serious with one girl.

He’s not going to tell you. He definitely won't. He has a reputation to uphold.

He's big bad Eddie fucking Munson.

He's been around the scene since he was twenty two—clawing his way out of Indiana with two guys he called his best friends, he's almost twenty seven now and has just about seen it all and more. At this point, it's like Corroded Coffin is never going to die.

He hopes they won't.

There's five of them now. Gareth, he's grown out his baby face, finally, has gotten ridiculously taller and more lean. Jeff, the tallest of them all, which hadn't been the case back home, his jaw as sharp as butcher knives. And Eddie, he’s everything and everywhere. He’s as quick as those butcher knives. Eddie likes to joke that all the drugs they did made them grow up all big and bad. They’re fucking rockstars.

The ones who didn't come from home, Tatum and Brooks. They're cool guys. Tatum's everyone's fuckin’ heartthrob, him and Eddie's names are always clashing in magazines at who's better with the ladies and occasionally guys. But it's Eddie, only because Tatum's got a chick who's been a soft secret for the last year and a half. They wonder, the media, what Tate's been doing recently. Why he’s been so silent with his night rendezvous that just randomly stopped. He doesn't give a minded fuck, he's keen on making sure the world doesn't dig its nails into Stella. She's a real sweet girl, Eddie knows, she's almost too sweet for Tate. Brooks is a different story, he's as loose as they come. He doesn't pick fights, he plays his music—get his job done, does the drugs, has the girls, and still manages to be at sound check early. Eddie doesn't understand how he does it. Really.

Crystal wishes he'd take some notes from Brooks.

Crystal's a dear. Corroded Coffin's all too dedicated manager, a woman who couldn't have kids and somehow ended up with five too old son's. Eddie loves her, she reminds him of his own before she passed.

But all of that’s besides the point. Right now is about you and how you’re a ticking time bomb he’s been trying to disengage for months now. He likes to think he’s made some progress.

Brooks thinks he’s stupid as fuck for getting caught up in a girl like you. But Eddie’s stop listening to Brooks around year two. So…

You play the guitar in a girl band called Bitten Lace. The names a bit much for you, but you didn’t have a say in it. It’s a four women show, one that makes you feel queasy and really silly. This was a stupid high school thing you guys did for some extra cash to get out of high school and into college; Boston wasn’t fun. But at one particular, silly, wedding—an all too rich man from New York was there and he liked what he saw.

You weren’t ready to pick up and leave, your little sister was six and your mother worked too much at the hospital—and your college essay was almost done. But Mave, a too powerful lead singer was persistent, full of guilt trips and gaslighting. Cady, c’mon! We’d be nothing without you! Don’t do this to us, we need you. With two pleading girls behind her, Trixie and Adina, what were you supposed to do.

You left home, with them.

You weren’t even sure if they really would’ve needed you to get by as a band, but your manger, Summer Lovewell, has said otherwise. You’re good at what you do, even if it’s not what you wanted to do.

It’s why Eddie notices you so quickly the night of that party. Everyone looked more than pleased to be there. Sex on walls and couches and unknown beds. Drugs on skin. Music in ears. It was his scene, his favorite fucking scene.

But staring at you on the balcony by yourself with a sparkling water down by your small kitten heels made his chest feel kind of funny.

Why were you alone?

Of course he knew who you were. You were younger than him and the media loves younger things. You, twenty two and new to fame. Cady fuckin’ Brocks! Beautiful and a little too soft by the media’s words and digs, they were awfully mean to you.

Bitten Lace had popped up like a firework and repeated sending colors to the sky. You guys were fuckin’ good. You were fuckin’ good.

He doesn’t remember what he said to you that night, too coked out. Sometimes, when he simply observes you—he wishes he had been sober that night. He wishes he remembered talking to you. He’s not even really sure how it escalated from there, but now, your like this all too big scarlet secret he’s trying his very hardest to keep away from flashing cameras and attention seeking tabloids.

He knows you, but he wants to know you better.

“Eds. Do you think I look silly in this?” Your voice is soft and your sitting on the hotel floor of Eddie’s room. He’s on tour, again, in Chicago—Bitten Lace happens to be here for press on a new world hit single.

He’s just gotten off of a show, shirtless, jeans a little too big in the waist, black socks, smudge makeup, and a bit of a smell.

He can’t find the wipes to get the glitter and black liner off his face. He’s still a mess. “Silly in what?” He asks with a mumble as he goes through another black book bag. Unlike his band mates, he doesn’t fuck with suitcases. He travels the world with three Jansport book bags that have kissed hell and back about six times. You tease him for them.

“In this..?” Like he’s supposed to know what you’re talking about, he doesn’t even know what you’re looking at—but he let’s you talk. He can’t find the damn wipes— “I don’t know, I didn’t like the shorts. They’re too tiny and the top was even smaller. Like I get it, we have an image, but the image only seems to look decent on Mave. I don’t have strong muscles in my stomach like that.” He hasn’t looked back at you but he gets what you’re talking about now.

He pauses with his bag and looks at you from over his shoulder. Your peering down at Blitz Magazine, Bitten Lace making the cover and a pretty thick section in the pages. The photoshoot for that had been agonizing. Mave’s judging looks to get your shit together and stop tweaking and Adina’s complaining was enough to have you crying in the shower after you’d gotten back to your small apartment. Trixie is much kinder and actually a friend. She’d been pretty silent throughout the whole thing, saying her thank you’s and giving her kind smiles when she needed to. You had tried to follow that method, but it hadn’t stuck.

You guys are big now, a year and a half in and Mave would kill someone if you guys started to slip in relevance. You’re tired and this isn’t what you signed up for in the slightest. But you don’t complain, you send your mother too much or your money, one might think, so she can work less and you call your little sister way too much. It’s really all you can do from here, where ever that is at the time. You don’t get a lot of free time to head back to Boston every now and then and see them. Eddie knows it bothers you. Unlike you, he hates going home and hasn’t been in four years. Hawkins does not need him. Plus, Wayne just likes to chat on the phone. Letters are cool too.

Eddie’s forgotten about the wipes now. His eyes on you as your fingers drag over the photos of the magazine. He hadn’t even been aware you were going to be in it, you hadn’t told him, of course you hadn’t. Brooks had, smacking the article into his chest after the show an hour ago—check out your chick, Munson. Goddamn. It had been moments before you arrived. He hadn’t even been able to look at it yet or give Brooks shit for his foxy words and tone.

He’s standing before you and looking down at the page, he spots you instantly. You are in tiny clothing. You’ve got white and tan cowboy boots on, small-small denim shorts that are tight in the waist and loose around your thighs. There’s a silver chain around your left thigh with a heart charm, it’s cute, Eddie thinks. Your shirt is indeed even tinier than the shorts, tight to your skin and flattering. It’s knitted and triangle shaped around your breast. It’s a nice tank top. You’ve got jewelry everywhere, much more than he’s ever seen you wear. Your hairs blown out and looks lighter—has your hair gotten lighter? He hasn’t seen you in almost two months, this shoot was almost a month ago.. His eyes drag to your hair now, pulled back in a very loose ponytail, you’ve got strands falling and framing your face. Your hair does look lighter. He wonders why you hadn’t brought it up? He kind of wants to kiss you.

“You look killer,” he says softly. He means it.

Your eyes flicker up to his, your chin now aimed up at him. You look so clean. Your lips are parted. “Seriously?”

Eddie smiles and sticks his hand out for you, you take it instantly as he yanks you up too aggressively. You slouch into his chest a little as he leans down to snatch up the magazine. He has a hand still on your arm and the other is holding up the pages. “I think the outfit is fuckin’ cool.” And he’s not just saying that too make you feel better, he really does means it. You look good and it’s all flattering, despite how you see yourself.

“Are you yanking my hair?” Eddie rolls his eyes at your weird phrases and drops the magazine on his made bed. “No. I am not yanking your hair. You look hot, killer.”

Your rolling your eyes now, shoving away from him as your cheeks go all red. He beams like a schoolboy at your sweet reaction.

You’re a slice of heaven.

You slouch into his bed, the sheets creasing under you. Your face is lined with his waist now. You lean forward and let your head meet his bare lower abdomen. It flexes for a second before a hand of his gently cups the crown of your head. “The wipes are by your first bag, by the way. You’ve missed them twice now.”

Eddie scoffs and laugh a little mean, he messes your hair. It is lighter. They’ve add more highlights to you. “You’re so mean.” He says as he pulls away from you to get the wipes, sticking out from under his first bag.

You smile and slide back onto his bed. “I’ll make it up to you and take off the glitter for you, rockstar.”

Eddie smiles, it’s faint and he’s glad you don’t see it. Not very metal of him. “Deal.”

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.8

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

(Every time I type out Agitation, I feel like I'm spelling it wrong)

“Any trouble?” Grue asked Tattletale.

Tons

Tattletale took hold of the stainless steel wheel that jutted out from the front of the vault and spun it, then stopped it. She repeated the process, going right, then left, then right again, for an indeterminably long time.  Just when I had the hopeful thought that maybe she wasn’t able to get in, there was a sound of something heavy shifting inside the door.

Tattletale OP, please Nerf :P

 The bank kept copies of all important documents for the local branches here, in a fireproof vault, in case of disaster

Take those too!

Grue, for his part, withdrew a short crowbar from within the darkness that smoldered around his body.  He set to cracking open the filing drawers with the squealing noise of metal creaking and bending.

Oh. They are. Cool. I don't remember hearing about this part. Probably Coil wants to do identity theft or w/e with it.

 Or, on a similar note, maybe there was something specific that would be found in the midst of the paperwork, and he was willing to buy it all if it meant keeping his true intentions unclear.

Probably not in this case, as the Bank wasn't his idea, but it's definitely the kind of thing I can see Coil doing.

I’d only ever seen her sullen and hostile, so any smile would be kind of creepy.  It was worse than that.  Hers was the kind of smile you’d see from someone who had never seen one before and was trying to replicate one from what they’d read in books.  Too many teeth showing, I suppressed a shiver and focused on the work.

Fuck. I'm not allowed to relate to Rachel. I don't like her. But fuck me if I don't do that too. Always too many teeth when I smile on purpose. When I was a kid my then stepmom called it my 'serial killer smile' which really does to wonders for a ten year old's sense of themselves. Thanks!

The cockroach, I’d come to think of him.  The boy with no weak points.

That's a bit rude, Taylor.

Gallant was an older teenager in a gunmetal and silver costume that blended the appearance of a pulp science fiction hero with a medieval knight.

Boo hiss Dean! /s

(Dean's nice. I like Dean.)

Also, probably a striking visual image.

His muscle laden arms were bigger around than my thighs,

Does that mean much, coming from you, Taylor? :P

He’s also packing personal biokinesis, which means he’s got a kind of ability to manipulate his own body. He can heal just by concentrating on an injury, and he’s used it to bulk up. He might be capable of doing more on the fly, depending on how much he’s trained since we saw him last. He’s been a solo hero in Brockton Bay for a little while.”

Kind of the opposite of Amy then. She can affect all life but herself, and he can only affect himself.

“I made an educated guess,” Tattletale spoke in a low voice, “I was wrong.  Sue me.”

I volunteer!

“Educated guess.  It would have been nice if you had said it was an educated guess, way back when we were planning this.”

I think that's technically *all* Tattletale can do. It's just that her guesses are very educated.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was a bad situation, and worse, I was afraid it was my fault. I’d warned Armsmaster something was going to happen. I could believe that he’d told the teams to be ready to go out in force. Even worse, he could be the unknown person on the roof. If that was the case, and Tattletale caught on, I was supremely fucked.

This one's not on you, Taylor.

“You guys are masters at the getaway, right?  So we change gears.  We fight them face to face.”

There are so many ways this could go wrong for our protagonists. Is this Taylor hedging her bets, or just desperate to not get a hostage hurt and grabbing onto the only option?

[thecatchat]

Something happened to Gwendolyn that made her start working there . We know that at the time of the series, TMA happened a while back given that the AIs have been around for a while .

Is she… is she the only one who really knows what’s happening ? Is that why she wants the position, for security ? If so, then she’s a lot more like Jonah than we thought …. I think they’d get along well enough, outside of the obvious resentment she’d have …

They can leave their jobs, though I’m not entirely convinced whatever his name was is actually gone… they wouldn’t just introduce a character to dump them so this feels like a Junko moment to me .

It feels like everyone is trapped one way or another.. and the way the guy with the Scottish accent seemed so… annoyed at the idea of a vacation ? Or,,, how do I put this… doubtful ? There’s definitely something there .

Everyone seems much more hateful towards Lena than people were towards Elias… like they never especially liked him but they got along fine enough. So what gives ? Why are they acting like that?

My guess? Lena is actually going to be a lot more helpful than we’re guessing, and Gwendolyn is going to be a lot more harmful - though probably not outright evil, simply doing what she needs and getting others hurt from that.

I wonder what’s up with Sam . He doesn’t seem to have as much protagonist energy as Jon did but he is the only one who’s really going to be spending time around the AIS . Hm .

Also, something I don't know if you know, according to an ARG for TMAGP before it released, we found out that the Magnus Institute didn't investigate the spooky stuff like in TMA. Instead it investigated something about gifted kids? Gerry apparently was a patient/employee something there.

I don't think Gwen Knows anything about the other dimension, but I do think she's 1. Had a traumatic experience, likely supernatural and 2. Focused on working up the corporate ladder.

Yah, I definitely think we'll hear from Teddy again, especially considering we're not confined to a tape recorder but anything electronic.

Colin (Scottish guy, I think) definitely seems like he's falling victim to the Eye. He's probably proud of his coding abilities and doesn't like to let go of a project until he's satisfied. He's overworked and trying to code something years out of date into an app. Also facing the Eye. Not good odds.

I saw a good post describing Lena as "Elias in middle management." I think she knows about the Horros but is far more preoccupied with how much paperwork it creates. Feels a bit early to make any hard judgments.

Here's my thoughts: Sam is the only one who's curious enough to look into the Statements/Incidents. He's the only curious one so the Eye can latch onto him and draw him in. He's the only one to actually listen to the text to speech when it comes on. He wants to look deeper. He cares. He's curious. And that's exactly what will lead him to investigating the Fears.

[mooncaps]

Watching and Crying

I don’t know how this show can top the impact of everything it’s already done and I’m sure there will be a lot more I wish they could’ve done, but let’s go!

Okay, just straight in, picking up immediately where it left off. Kind of jarring.

Okay, I guess this is the Titan from the in between.

Ooh, the heart. I was wondering if there was something more to be done with that.

Um, what? Is she the Emperor? The Golden Guard? To quote Hooty from last episode: What’s happening?!

That’s different stained glass, right? I feel like they’re trying to tell me something significant, but it’s not clicking.

Thanks, I hate it.

Ominous vibes from Amity. I don’t think I’m ready for this.

I’m definitely not ready for this!

Okay, so it’s everyone’s worst nightmare. I’m catching up.

Eyyy, callbacks. It’s like an inversion of Covention.

Okay, they keep knocking that hat off and putting it back on. I feel like they’re trying to set up something, but I’m not quite sure what.

Let’s go, Amity!

Yes! More of the certified bop that is The Collector’s Theme. ♫ ♪

Okay, more callbacks.

I can dig it.

Well, uh, mad respect for the attempt, little dude, but I will be shocked if that works.

That’s probably not good.

And there goes the hat again. Tell me your secrets, hat!

Now we’re doing callbacks to Agony of a Witch. I see you.

Okay, but like, they’re not actually killing off the main character at the end of a Disney Channel show. I’m sad for the characters presumably thinking it, but I can’t pull myself out of the meta perspective.

Oh, whoa, it’s a Hooty eye. I didn’t even spot that before.

Oh, that is a look!

Yes! This is a callback I was fully expecting and I’m thrilled to see it.

Bookends in finales are one of my favorite tropes.

Yooo! Titan Luz looks sick!

Loving the new remix of the theme. ♪ ♫

Ooh! Okay, that rings a bell.

Y’all know I’ve been thinking about the hat. Ever since Camila picked it up in 3x01 it’s been on my mind. And when I was passing the time between 3x02 and 3x03, I watched reactors do 1x01 and the thought occurred to me that if the writers wanted to do a full circle moment, then maybe they’d throw back to...

And so this isn’t exactly what I was thinking and doesn’t really involve the hat like I thought it would, but I’m noticing the visual similarity.

(Hang on, let me from the next morning grab a better screencap and...)

Bookending with Titans getting their crowns. What they deserve.

Eeeee! These baby gays always give me life.

Awww, Hooty, you’re adorable!

Her.

Oh my heart’s not ready for this.

Of course she chose all of them. Oh, and she’s wearing Amity’s necklace!

Ooh, new door. Finally accomplished what Luz wanted when she tried to find The Collector in the first place.

Ahhhh! There he is carving palismen! I’m so happy for him!

And Dell gets to teach the trade to someone new. Oh, and Hunter’s got a new palisman.

Whoa. Alright, Amity. Get it, queen.

Eyyyy, Harpy Lilith. I was wondering if we’d ever get to see this.

Rainestorm looking fabulous.

Am I sensing chemistry? (And I’m not just talking about abominations.)

This looks neat, but it’s hard to get a good screenshot with the credits going.

Eda, also looking fabulous.

That’s a good shot. Even Boscha showed up. And I’m glad to see Tiny Nose survived the thorny situation she was in when Belos was taking over.

Also...

Same energy.

Oh, I’m just noticing Bat Queen’s kids growing up. Such precious little monsters.

Ooh, a new glyph.

Woop, Youtube shrunk the final image off to the corner. Me from the next morning has to step in again with a better screencap.

And there we have it.

So, yeah, I’ve watched this twice now. Remind me not to stay up til after midnight waiting for an episode of a show in the future. The second time hit way better when I was well-rested. Er, well, rested anyway.

There were definitely some spots where it felt kind of rushed, and I understand why they had to pack as much as they could into a short space of time, but it still leaves me wishing for more. The nightmares alone could’ve been an episode or two if we’d had a full season 3. But I suppose we can’t dwell too much on what could’ve been.

They did a lot with what they had and made something very meaningful and impactful in my life and I’m sure in the lives of many others. There’s also definitely plenty of room for them to expand into comics or spinoffs, should those opportunities ever arise.

I kind of wish The Collector hadn’t left. For one thing, that last screenshot will always be lacking one character that I would want in a full group shot. And I guess it’s implied that they helped build the new portal door at some point, but I would’ve like too see more of The Collector helping out with the rebuilding efforts. And now I’m quite curious about the Archivists and whatever else is going on in the stars. More potential left open for the future, I suppose.

Gotta say I’m surprised they killed Belos. Not that I’m mourning for him, but I was thinking Luz would probably use the last of her Titan power to imprison him between the realms. I figured that would be a fitting punishment, but maybe killing him was more merciful. And dead to rights, he’d already lived way past his natural lifespan by stealing the lives of others. I’m a little bit surprised that he even could be killed, stubbornly as he clung to life. And I would’ve been afraid to touch that goop for fear of getting possessed, but I guess maybe Luz was still exuding enough Titan power to prevent him from doing that. Anyway, I’m rambling on a tangent now.

Definitely quite a ride. I’m sure I’ll always wish there could’ve been more, but I’m equally sure I’ll always love what we got. And we got so much. Even if we never get anything else, I know this show will continue to spark fond memories in me.

[fierceawakening]

So. Like I said I’ve been following the Franke case, and it recently led me down a rabbit hole of wanting to find out more about Jodi Hildebrandt, the Mormon therapist who was apparently encouraging Ruby Franke to abuse her kids in progressively worse ways.

This led me to a guy who had been in Jodi’s therapy groups with his then wife. Said guy also had been one of the whistleblowers on the sex scandals in Boy Scouting.

And I’m listening to this guy talk about his experiences, and the one thing he mentions is (poss trig)

This counselor set the Book of Mormon on a kid’s lap and touched the kid inappropriately as he read from it.

Supposedly everyone knew what was going on but was too scared to do anything, until this particular person decided he wasn’t going to play along and called the cops. (Side note: it appears that at least in this one case, cops can be useful for something.)

And I’m just thinking how that’s… much more in line with how I hear molestation works than anything people in the current moral panics talk about. Moral panic leftism says it’s fanfic, moral panic right wingers say it’s books (often books with LGBT content.)

But what he described, that sort of… wanting to get away with something in plain sight? That’s definitely something I heard about when I researched this for myself.

And as awful as that is it solves something for me I’d been wondering.

I’ve always thought that being attracted to kids sounds like a terrible fate. We all want one or more partners who like us, enjoy being with us, and happy cuddle with us after sex, right? And an adult who likes kids can’t have that even if they’re not trying to be cruel, because they just aren’t picking partners who can respond in that way. So I always thought, wow these people must feel kind of like I did when I hated myself for being kinky and gay. I want this, but it’s impossible. I’m evil. I should die.

But if what the person wants isn’t release leading to happy postcoital oxytocin, it makes sense. They’re not disappointed (probably) because they don’t want a mutual experience. They want power, and to show it off. Look what can do and no one cares.

Which is what makes the moral panic so weird. If people were using their brains they’d be focusing on how people gain power over children and how we vet them.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 14

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 13 🍂 Part 15

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, unprotected sex,

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Releasing the next chapter because Sy smut really is the best thing to read before bed, and mygirl @keanureevesisbae deserves it! (And just so you know; I almost owe her 18, too. So we're just gonna keep going...)

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990

“Ow! Fuck!” You weren’t made for hiking. Or camping. Or generally just being outdoors.

“What’s wrong, Sugar?” Sy looked back at you.

“My foot is stuck.” Why did it always have to be your foot? And why did it have to be stuck? You looked up at Sy, who was laughing. Of course he was, jerk. Somehow, you managed to get your foot out from between the roots of the tree they belonged to. No, the first few hours of your first ever camping trip hadn’t been able to convince you that this could be fun. In order for that to happen, it would have to get a lot more… fun. It was a short walk back to the clearing where your tents were. Seeing those again made you feel the urge to kick them. You didn’t, because you were afraid they’d collapse, and you would have to go through all of that again, and that was something you definitely didn’t want to do. While setting up camp, you’d decided you definitely weren’t outdoorsy. In fact, you were barely so much as outdoors-ish.

The whole debacle had involved almost taking Sy’s eye out with a tent pole (accidentally), Patrick making a bad joke about how you shouldn’t have to take revenge for Sy poking you and Julie hitting Patrick over the head with a tent pole (intentionally). In the end, you had to switch with Patrick and finish putting up their tent with Jules, because Sy tried to explain how everything worked, but couldn’t do so without talking to you like you were five years old. At least, that was your interpretation of his tone – Julie later told you that he was really just trying to help, and carefully suggested that you may have been a bit too embarrassed to hear that. She may have had a point, but that didn’t change much about your experience.

Now that you were finally sitting down, you were starting to like this. It was a really beautiful place.

“Is it always this quiet?” you asked curiously. Somewhere this pretty was bound to attract more visitors, right? It was as if Sy could read your mind.

“It’s private land. Belongs to a friend of our dads. He’s fine with us camping here as long as we don’t make a mess of the place, and we give him a call upfront,” he explained while he stared out over the small lake.

“That’s mostly so he won’t accidentally shoot us,” Patrick said. Both he and Sy laughed at the expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

“He likes to hunt on the property.” That was a disgustingly simple explanation to you, and your face must have shown that because Sy and Pat were still laughing.

“Who likes to hunt?” you said, voice dripping with revulsion. Jules made a face at you while subtly pointing at the men who were with you, and your eyes went wide.

“Not for sport, Jules, you know that,” Sy said to her. He looked and sounded annoyed. It took the guys a while to answer all of your questions, and you ultimately concluded that – although you were glad that Sy wasn’t a ‘hunting trophies in the living room’ kind of guy – the shock value of finding out was bigger than your aversion to the hunting. Besides, there was a tiny piece of you that definitely felt something at the thought of Sy… You tried not to think about that…

“Wait, you said he likes to hunt on the property…” There was confusion on your face. “How big is the property?” Apparently, the man owned the lake you were currently looking at. And a whole lot of land around it.

“What can I say, Sugar,” Sy said to you as he laughed at your continuous surprise, “everything’s bigger in Texas.”

You spent the afternoon reading and writing. It had been a while since you had actually used pen and paper to write, but it was nice. The view of the lake was amazing, it was sunny and hot – which made it hard to concentrate, because Sy didn’t feel the need to keep his shirt on. After a while of trying to focus on your writing, failing, and letting your thoughts drift freely while watching Sy, it didn’t take much for him to convince you to join him for a swim. Pat left as you walked towards Sy, which confirmed any inkling you had about this being a setup. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom, and the temperature was nice. Sy was on his way over to you, and you met him halfway, which seemed to surprise him.

“You’re a good swimmer, Sugar,” he said. Did he actually sound impressed? Were you actually a good swimmer? No one had ever called you that before…

“I’m Dutch,” you said, “they won’t let you stay in the country if you aren’t.” With a few strokes, you were out of his reach, leaving a bewildered Sy behind. You made your way around the rocks that obscured part of the lake from view at your campsite and climbing up on one of them, feet dangling over the edge. The afternoon sun was hot, but the breeze over the lake caused goosebumps to appear on your wet skin. Just as you had closed your eyes to bask in the warmth for a bit, you felt hands near your hips. You had struggled to climb onto the rock you were sitting on, Sy pushed himself up with ease, one hand on either side of your hips. He kissed you quickly before dropping himself back down into the water. He must have been standing on a ridge of the rocks you hadn’t been able to reach, because he raised himself up a little and folded his arms over your thighs. You ran a hand through his wet hair. It was longer now, and it started to show hints of curls, especially when it was wet, which really made you hope the buzzcut was history for good. Impatient hands suddenly grabbed your knees and pushed them apart so his broad chest could fit in between them. Sy wrapped his arms around you and laid his head down on your thigh. It was nice, having his head in your lap, stroking his hair, taking in the sun… You hoped the two of you would spend some time like this, but teeth on your thigh and the mischievous eyes that looked up at you proved he had different plans.

“Sy, no,” you protested quietly, pointing in the direction of your tents. Sy smirked at you as he raised a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet. “What if they come here?”

“They won’t,” Sy said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the rock, careful not to hurt you on the relatively smooth but still gritty surface, “I have a deal with Patrick.”

You didn’t get a lot of time to wonder what kind of deal – let alone ask him – because the soft kisses he pressed to the inside of your thigh distracted you. Sy was barely touching you, and you were already struggling to keep quiet – but so was he. His beard tickled your skin as he explored your thighs with his mouth, careful not to leave marks on you, though you were pretty sure he secretly wanted to. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Without thinking, you opened your legs wider, giving Sy full access. You rolled your hips into his thumb, already desperate for release, which made him chuckle softly. The pressure on your clit disappeared, and you whined. It wasn’t long until a finger worked its way into your bikini bottoms and lightly brushed along your slit, which had you shivering.

Deep breaths were the only thing keeping you from moaning loudly every time something Sy did sent jolts of electricity down your spine and into your core. There was just no way you weren’t absolutely dripping right now. The possibility of being caught – or even just heard, because you were pretty sure Pat and Jules already knew exactly what you were up to – added to the excitement. Sy finally decided he had enough of teasing you and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. You leaned back on your elbows, trying not to overthink the fact that he had a very clear view of your exposed pussy right now. As he pushed his finger between your folds, he kept his eyes locked on yours. A smug smile spread across his face as his digit slipped into you with ease. You let out a soft moan when the second finger slid in just as easily. For a short but heavenly moment, he pumped his fingers into your core. You were surprised when you were met with that familiar feeling you knew would eventually grow into an orgasm – which made it all the more infuriating when Sy’s fingers retreated.

He raised himself up again, leaning over you to kiss you, dripping water all over you in the process. It startled you; the sun had warmed your skin nicely, and the water felt cold - and tickled as the little droplets rolled off you. The kiss was deep and passionate, and you whined as Sy pulled back way too soon. He looked at you, and his voice was low and deep when he spoke.

“C’mon, baby, tell me what you want.” He shook his head when you tried to put a hand against his chest to push him down. “I wanna hear ya say it.” Fuck. Your stomach was suddenly filled with a tornado of butterflies. Much to your surprise, it made you even hornier than you already were.

“Sy, I-I,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. Sy was no longer looking at you, but had focused his attention on your neck and chest, softly kissing your exposed skin and biting your nipples through the fabric of your bikini. He paused for a moment to answer you, shaking his head slowly as he did.

“Sugar, are ya gonna make me miss out on eatin’ this sweet li’l cunt o’ yers, just ‘cause ya can’t use your words?” The way he said it did something to you. What he said did something to you.

“Please, baby,” you whispered, on the verge of begging, “I want you to eat me out.” As soon as the words were out, his lips were on yours.

It was a brief kiss, followed by the next thing you had never imagined you would find so extremely exciting: “Atta girl, Sugar.”

He disappeared back into the water, and you immediately felt two hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His tongue was on you in no time, focusing solely on your clit. Sy’s steady rhythm had you flat on your back within a minute, squirming and covering your mouth with your hands to keep the noise you made to a minimum. You turned back to taking deep breaths as Sy continued to push you towards your climax. You lasted longer than you had expected; each time you were close to coming, your breath pulled you back down again. It was a delightfully frustrating dance of ebb and flow. Of course you couldn’t last forever, and a little extra pressure from Sy’s tongue gently nudged you into bliss.

“Whoa,” you whispered. This was different. Normally, orgasms were falling, breaking down into waves of pleasure that crashed back into reality with brutal force. This was much more like sliding down a steep slope – much less violent but every bit as intense. Sy’s mouth stayed on you until your body relaxed completely. Then, you felt water rain down on you again, and you opened your eyes to find his face hovering over yours.

“Was that good?” It was a redundant question, but very sweet, nonetheless. You didn’t speak – you couldn’t. Instead, you just nodded, which was enough of an answer for him. He kissed you again, gently and slowly, while you took your time coming all the way back down. Reality hit you hard, starting with a very acute awareness of Sy’s hard-on pushed up against your naked pussy. Your entire body instantly screamed for one thing, and one thing only.

“Sy, I want you,” you murmured into his mouth, “now.” He groaned and rolled his hips into you when you said it.

“Can’t,” he breathed, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” That, and you knew you could trust him. You studied his face as he considered your request: His eyes weren’t able to hide his desire – not that his cock didn’t give that away – and the slow-spreading smile gave away his decision before he said it out loud. He let himself sink down again and, from the looks of it, found somewhere he could stand.

“C’mere,” he said as he reached for your hand. You followed him into the water and let him pull you into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He struggled for a moment to position himself like this, but you soon felt his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Tell me if it don’t feel alright, Sugar,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against your neck, “water ain’t ideal.”

You couldn’t deny that; it definitely made things on the outside a bit less slick, but Sy took his time and moved slowly until he was all the way inside of you. His moans were different, somehow, restrained. You suspected he would have been louder than usual if the circumstances didn’t force you to stay quiet. Actually, you didn’t suspect it, you were fairly sure; your reaction was the exact same. There was something about this; not the fact that you were in water, or even because you were out in the open, but because this was skin on skin, and something about that was really intimate. Sy kept his thrusts shallow and his movements slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you used your legs to meet him with every move. After a while, you started to wonder if this was even doing anything for him. It took a moment to gather the courage to ask him. The semi-apologetic smile said enough; it really wasn’t. Sy wouldn’t be Sy, however, if he wasn’t quick to tell you that it didn’t matter.

“You know I want it to feel good for you, too,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek. If there was anything you had proven over the past four weeks, it was that you cared about his pleasure as much as he did about yours.

“I know, sweetheart,” he grunted, “alright, tell me if somethin’s off.” His pace became faster, and his thrusts harder.

“Oh fuck, Sy,” you said softly as he laughed. The way he was fucking you right now made your head spin. You buried your face in his neck, fighting to keep your moans low while he kept going. Finally, his breathing changed, which told you he was close. He kissed you, the sound of his moans muffled by your mouth as he filled you up with cum. After a moment, Sy wanted to pull out, but you stopped him. There was nu reason to, now, no hurry.

“No, stay.” It sounded almost sleepy when you said it, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around Sy. He held you for a while, but eventually he suggested you should make your way back to the tents. He was right, because apparently, your friends had started to miss you.

“Hey lovebirds, get back here!”

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

pleaseeee tell me more about “ To all the boys tedmort” 🤩

Play along with my wip ask game here!

Hiiiii! I’m so sorry this took so long to respond to! I had to go do real life stuff but I am definitely excited to answer this one!

This one makes use of a lot of those high school AU headcanons I have for if Teddy and Mort went to high school together that I mentioned in Babs’ ask! This is absolutely a tedmort high school AU except this story takes place when they’re adults.

I know that might be a little disappointing but hear me out! Mort’s mother is selling her house after she moves into the Elegant Doily retirement home. Mort and his friends help her clean out her house to prepare for the sale and this includes Mort’s childhood bedroom. There’s a lot of memories in there; Bob, Linda, Mort, and Teddy spend a lot of time reminiscing about high school. While going through a box of Mort’s old school books, seventeen year old Tina finds a bundle of letters that were never sent. So she sends them!

Five letters for five boys — it turns out in high school Mort wrote these love letters throughout his years in school as a way to get his feelings out but never sent them. The story is how each boy, now a grown man, finds the letters and their responses.

Of course there’s one for Teddy too!

@silhoutteintheshadows has collaborated with me on this fic to write all five letters! I definitely have the other half of this story, when they’re actually in high school, in the works but it’s mostly just notes and vibes at the moment!

Here’s a teaser of the fic when Tina first finds the letters:

“Heh, you kids wouldn’t understand passing notes,” Teddy told Tina and her siblings as he unfolded another sheet of notebook paper. “Back in our day, we didn’t have cell phones.”

“Yeah, we had to fold the paper into tiny little squares and hope the teacher didn’t see it and read it aloud to the class!” Mort laughed, snatching the paper away from Teddy, grinning at the contents.

“Can I see?” Tina asked, craning her neck to look over Mort’s shoulder. He flushed a little and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, angling the paper back.

“Ha…maybe not,” Mort said, glancing at Tina’s mother from the corner of his eye. She frowned; they’d been written when Mort had been a teenager, the same age as she was now probably. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to see.

Linda leaned over, forgetting her job, “Hey, lemme see! You two weren’t talking bad about me again, were you?”

Mort grinned, very purposefully not looking at Teddy, “Of course not! Actually, I think you were saying some pretty nasty things about Denise—“

“Denise?” Teddy looked at them in shock. Tina knew about Denise and from what she’d heard, she didn’t care one bit for her.

“Oh, calm down,” Linda said dismissively, abandoning her post completely and coming over to stand behind Mort. She glanced at the paper and grinned. “Hey, I remember this. You said Denise was a skank—“

“She wasn’t a skank!” Teddy protested and tried to grab for the paper. Mort held it out of his reach, handing it to Linda. Louise abandoned the pile of papers, scooting off the bed, and trying to get a peek at the papers. Tina shrugged, glancing back down into the box in front of her.

More junk. A rubber band ball, a couple of pens that looked like the ink had dried out of, and…a stack of letters. Sealed shut in little envelopes decorated very plainly with only a first and last name printed in neat script on the front that Tina now recognized as Mort’s handwriting. She ran her fingers over the top one.

Gordon Bosco

Why was there a letter to the Sergeant in here? Tina wondered to herself, glancing over at the group of adults laughing and joking like they were Tina’s age again; it was almost impossible to imagine her parents and her Uncle Teddy at seventeen, but seeing all of Mort’s memories cemented the idea in her mind. Nobody was paying any attention to her anymore, not even Louise. She went back to the stack of letters, flipping it to the back of the pile.

[mariabtsos]

Can I have this Dance? ||j.hs||

Description: Where Hobi asks you to his fraternity spring formal in cinematic way.

Genre: drabble, college au, fluff, smut, established relationship, Hoseok x f!reader.

TW: foreplay, protected sex, virgin sex (mentions of blood), vanilla sex.

Word Count: 2.2k

It wasn’t often that you skipped class, in fact, you kind of had a goody two-shoes reputation with your friends when it came to school, but when your boyfriend asked that you meet him at the roof of your school, you couldn’t say no.

You and Hoseok’s story was something out of a teen romance almost, you had met at a New Year’s party your sophomore year of college, when your parents’ work finally brought them back to Korea after spending years in the United States. You honestly didn’t want to go, afraid that although you spoke Korean often, you were terrified other kids your age would make fun of you, plus you weren’t big on this kind of parties, your parents knew that, but they’d be damned if you didn’t try to make some kind of friends, they didn’t want you to feel alone.

“Eomma, do I really have to go?” You complained whilst your mom put your hair in cute dutch braid.

“Yes, you’ll have fun! Plus you need to make some friends here,” responded warmly.

And so you went, you tried keeping to yourself for the most part, until a bright light shined blinding you, apparently you were chosen to sing with someone, and that someone was Hoseok.

And while you had never thought anything of that wonderful night, it turns out that it was all an elaborate plan from the universe. Because he saw you when you walked into the room, he found you interesting, definitely pretty, and wanted to find an excuse to talk to you, so suddenly he was grateful that the MC had chosen you.

“You’ll thank me later,” he said and walked off stage as the music started playing.

To say you guys’ chemistry was off the charts would be an understatement. You went from hugging yourself and being shy, to holding the mic and singing to your hearts content.

“I’m Hoseok, but my friends called me Hobi,” he introduced himself, semi screaming due to the loud music, holding his hand out for you to shake, which you did.

“Y/N, nice to meet you!” You smiled.

You and Hoseok were inseparable the rest of the night. Talking about your lives, your recent move, your parents. Eventually, you ended up outside just in time for the countdown to the new year, you watched the fireworks together for a moment, until you had to go back inside to wish your parents a happy new year.

“Wait, give me your number, that way we can keep talking later!” Hobi suggested with a smile. “Sure!” The exchange happened quick, he put his number in your phone and took a picture for his contact, making a little peace sing with a tight smile. You followed, simply taking a picture of you smiling. You handed your phones back to each other and Hobi took some time to make sure everything saved properly. “Would you want to go skiing tomo-“ you were gone before he could finish.

After that New Year’s trip you saw each other again at school, in an unexpected turn of events you ended up having the same theater teacher for your spring semester, at first Hobi thought his mind was playing tricks on him, so he called you to make sure it was you, you phone rang and got taken away for the rest of the class, your teacher saying she’d see you in detention later.

All the stress of that went away as soon as Hobi came up to you after class, you caught up on what happened after you left, turns out your parents needed to start work earlier than expected, so by the time Hobi checked with the front desk of the little hotel where it all was taking place, your family was gone.

The following months you guys continued to build your relationship, Hobi introduced you to his friends who were all on the basketball team with him. You made the last minute decision of auditioning for the spring musical, and Hobi reluctantly went with it. It was all a fun adventure, and you were dating by the end of the semester.

Now, you guys have had your fair share of struggles, because Hobi was Hobi, he got a lot female attention, including from one of the most popular ones Cha Soonhee, who took it upon herself to try and steal him from you a couple of times, the most evident one being during the summer before junior year, where she practically forced the two of you apart, you were able to reconcile eventually though, finally sharing your first kiss after singing on stage for the talent show the country club you all were working at hosted.

Junior year went by in a blur, but your relationship was well established now. At this time Hobi started to enjoy sneaking into your room through your balcony, multiple dates were had there, and even some other big milestones, like when you were home alone one day, you decided that you were ready for the next step in your relationship, so you asked him to come over to talk about it.

“Are you sure you want this Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel like you need to do it, I have no problem waiting,” your sunshine smiled sweetly.

“I’m sure, Hobi,” you snaked your hands around his neck, and he immediately responded by wrapping his arms around your waist “okay, let me know if you want me stop at any point,” he told you.

So you kissed, sweet at first, it started turning a bit more needy. You walked into your bedroom, pushing Hobi until he sat on your bed. You kept making out for a while, he squeezed your hips a bit, making you moan, and he took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, shyly letting his tongue explore your mouth, you did the same.

He put his hands on the back of your knees and pulled you forward, making you straddle him. He pulled away from your lips and moved to your neck, one of his hands massaged your thigh while the other played with one of your breasts. To say your were a whiny mess was an understatement and Hobi loved it, he especially loved it when you started grinding on him, he could feel his dick hardening with each of your movements. You took each other’s clothes off, and he laid you down on your bed and spat on his fingers, slowly making circles around your clit, you started being louder and when he slid his finger inside you let a long moan come out.

“Holy shit,” you moaned after he added a second finger.

This went on for a few minutes until you came for the first time, the feeling was so amazing it made your toes curl and your legs shake. Your boyfriend was so nice to you, you wanted to return the favor, you’d never done it before, and he knew you hadn’t — you guys had this conversation a few months back, after Hobi stayed the night during one of your escapades, and when he woke up he had a serious case of morning wood, which lead to your first conversation about sex, and what each other’s experiences with it were — so he guided you through it, once he felt it was enough to not hurt you or himself, he stopped you and laid you down one more time.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked again whilst putting a condom on, he ran to the store to buy one, after you had sent him the text about wanting to do this.

You took a second to think about it, “don’t think I’ll feel bad if you don’t, it’ll go back down eventually, I don’t want you uncomfortable Jagi,” he sat next to you, caressing your cheek.

You smiled at him fondly, “I love you, Hoseok, I want this,” you stated.

This was your first time saying those three words. “I love you too, Y/Nie,” he replied, hovering over you, with one hand by the side of your head and the other one guiding his member to your entrance, he slid inside you, the stretch he gave stung at first, so you held on tightly to his arms, “let me know when I’m okay to move baby,” he asked you, and after a minute, you nodded, “you can move now.”

Once you gave him the okay, he started thrusting slowly, mostly to make sure you would be okay, and also because he wanted this to be special, he didn’t want to just fuck you senseless, at least not right now anyway, not during your first time. The sting eventually went away, and you started to feel good, so good you started moaning again, calling out his name softly every so often.

“Faster please,” you pleaded, looking at Hobi with hooded eyes. “Anything you want love,” and with that he increased the speed of his thrusts, not all at once but gradually, where eventually you felt that little coil in you start to snap, “god baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he grunted, stopping for a moment to hold your hands and be able to get closer to you. You lifted your head up to be able to catch his lips, as he continued your orgasm hit you like freight train, having to pull away from the kiss to lay yourself back down, Hobi’s thrusts became sloppy and his grunts were louder. “Fuck you feel so good,” he praised you, then he let out a long breath, slowly stilling himself. You looked at each other, he smiled at you lovingly, reaching for your cheek and caressing your face.

He pulled out slowly, taking the used condom off, he was concerned when he saw you had bled, you quickly assured him, it does happen to some and that he shouldn’t worry too much. He went to your bathroom quickly and got a warm cloth, and a pad, then he went to your dresser and grabbed you some comfy underwear, once he had everything, he came back over to you, gently cleaning you up to the best of his ability before cleaning himself up, handing you the fresh undies and pad, you felt so loved and happy, Hoseok truly was perfect.

And if you were inseparable before, you had reached a new level of closeness, wanting to be with each other all the time, any time. So, that’s what you did during summer, as well as preparing for your Graduate school entrance exam which would be happening during the upcoming year, you went on dates, and looked at different Graduate schools together, it was a dream.

Which led you to right now, senior year, you were wearing on of those pretty, flowy, floral print dresses you liked so much, Hobi loved them too, you looked breathtaking when you wore them.

“You are crazy, Hobi!” You exclaimed as you moved up the last few steps, the roof was where the botanical club kept their plants, you and Hobi had been up here for lunch or on a free period once or twice.

“For you,” he said cheekily, sending a wink your way. You rolled your eyes, looking around at the plants to avoid him seeing your red tinted cheeks.

Hobi ran to the little bench that was at a sort of gazebo, the garment bag still crisp. He walked up behind you and resting his chin on your head. When you turned around he took a step back to open the garment bag and show you his suit jacket.

“What do you think?” He asked, making a silly model pose, taking the jacket out of the bag. “I think you look handsome, what’s the occasion?” You asked, helping him put it on.

He held your hip with one hand whilst showing you two spring formal tickets with his other hand, you didn’t know his fraternity was having one, so, you gasped, shocked and excited that he was asking you to it.

“Thinking about you in a pretty dress, with my arm around your waist just sounds right,” he said, turning to look at you, he was so lucky to have you. You felt those butterflies in your stomach again.

“Hobi,” you said, your voice breaking a bit. “If you’re struggling to find an answer I have a plan b!” He stated, running to his backpack to grab his Bluetooth speaker. You watched him intently, hearing the distinctive sound of it connecting to his phone.

He clicked play and grabbed you, taking you to a more open area of the roof, and you heard the distinctive notes of “Can I Have This Dance” from High School Musical 3. You started dancing to it, you had actually this dance sophomore year for one of your projects and you learned it together.

Suddenly he started signing at the very end. “And with every, step together, we just keep on getting better,” he sang to you and you joined “so can I have this dance, can I have this dance.” You kissed him sweetly.

“Yes, I’d love to go with you,” he smiled as your words, taking your hand and going to pick up all his stuff. “Great! Now let’s go so we can make it to the next class,” he was so happy he could bounce off the walls. “And don’t worry, I asked Jihyo to take notes for you,” he smiled.

God, it was scary how much you loved him.

[simplynotcapable]

you've mentioned a few times in s.a.m abt visenya lamenting if she were a man... are there any lives where she was born a man and/or baelon a woman?? i wonder how their respective personalities would manifest if they were a different gender (ie. baelon/baela being another "problem" daughter pfft)

i can definitely see a life where they’re born gender swapped, and i think it would be a really interesting one.

(we’re still going to refer to baelon and visenya as the names and pronouns we know them by, just to keep it from getting twisted up in my head)

honestly i think baelon born as a girl would be a lot like silver and moonstone’s version of visenya. she’s a lot angrier and more intense and more violent than the dragonglass and gold version of herself, and that’s…basically baelon. angry, intense, violent. so much of that kind of gets brushed over when he’s a man because princes kind of just blaze through life with no consequences, but princesses don’t get that same grace.

baelon channels a lot of his emotions into physical stuff—sword play, trying to best the shit out of daemon, etc etc—to work through them. as a woman, there’s just less options for that. it isn’t proper for a princess to be sword fighting or hitting her uncle in the face, so he’s just this ball of furious energy that has nowhere to go.

having to fit into that box of societal expectations for women, having to play nice and be good and stay still…he’d lose his damn mind.

also, considering they’d probably…swap faces, in a way? baelon would be the one who looks like aemma.

baelon, who is so damn angry about his mother’s death and feels all this guilt about it—which would be even worse in this life, because viserys kills aemma in the hopes of getting a second son and is faced with a daughter he has no use for instead—and has so much rage towards viserys because of it. and all he ever hears is how much he looks like his mother??? with none of the ability to be like “i’ll be the best king ever to make her death worth it” like he does in d&g because literally he was useless to viserys as a girl?? he’s going to explode.

i can definitely see him being like Saera Targaryen 2.0, except instead of taking men to bed he’s just like getting into screaming matches with random people and setting things on fire and trying to fistfight god while visenya stands behind him like “therapy hasnt been invented yet just let this happen”

and visenya, well. i’d never describe her as quiet or kind, exactly, but she’s definitely much calmer than baelon is whenever they both exist. she’s very much what anchors him to himself, and he’s what settles her, and that doesn’t change even though they uno reversed each other. largely, she’s the same except for weapons training and a much better grasp of how to run the country.

but as a man, i think visenya has a different relationship with her father. viserys largely ignores her when baelon exists, except to compare her to her mother, and he uses her as a kind of ghost crutch whenever baelon dies, but it’s just kind of different when she’s a boy. he still doesn’t really see her, who she is as a person, but he actually looks at her instead of the dead mother in her face. and visenya doesn’t have the same fixation on their mother that baelon does because, to be blunt, she didnt kill her and she wasnt the reason why she died. she never even knew the lady. it makes everything a lot smoother with viserys than it is when she’s the only surviving twin or when baelon is the son. they’re definitely not close, but visenya’s more…neutral i guess.

they don’t have kids when baelon’s a girl.

visenya as a woman is willing to risk herself and get baelon to face his fears over pregnancy, but visenya as a man is never going to tell baelon he has to risk his life just to give them heirs. baelon says “no thanks, im terrified, hell no” and visenya goes “okay <3” and sends a letter to rhaenyra’s kids telling them to play rock paper scissors for the throne.

when the maester says the twins should separate so heirs can be conceived with someone else, he still dies. visenya gives him a three strike policy though.

it’s difficult to say whether it would be better or worse than the d&g universe, but there’s this: visenya wouldnt have a dragon and so wouldnt be sent to the Stepstones, which means they’re never even separated for war. literally their entire lives just…together. these codependent weirdos have not spent a day apart in their entire lives

[borgqueens]

On this week’s edition of Metafilter Shaming:

I have I think (unknowingly) started to explore or rebel against some norms. I wear a lot of pink and purple

A man wearing pink and purple?? So rebellious!

I would describe myself as presenting as a husband but feeling like a wife. In thinking about traditional gender roles in a relationship, I am the one who cooks, decorates our home, sews, makes health appts, organizes kids stuff and maintains our social calendar

Cooking and sewing and looking after kids is for wives, not husbands: who said it, progressive left-wing echo chamber or religious right-wing conservative?

I fantasize often about what it would be like if I was a lesbian married to my wife

Fetishist alert fetishist alert

I want the book clubs and emotional support, not fantasy sports and beer

So…find other men to do that stuff with? It’s like he thinks he’s the first man in history who isn’t 100% GI Joe on that ridiculous Mermaids UK gender diagram

a handful or fewer times I have found myself attracted enough to a man to consider acting on it

This is why the T needs to be forcibly ejected from the LGB. Feel attracted to the same sex? Duh, that means you have a special gender, that’s how it works :) :)

I feel like even getting close to individual women who I vibe with is rife with problems as it's just not that normal to do (or it seems as such) unless the guy is emotionally or physically trying to cheat.

This is obviously an indication of having a special gender and definitely not an indication that there’s anything wrong with patriarchal society :) :)

if we both were women, we would both get invited to the book club that she did and my presence there would not completely change the dynamics […] part of the book club is a space where women can express their feelings about their relationships/kids/etc. and they'd not be as comfortable if there was a man there.

Yeahhhh if he puts on a dress and calls himself “she” the women will still be uncomfortable, it’s just they’d be too afraid to say anything and get canceled

From the replies:

It sounds to me like you have a male gender identity and a feminine gender expression

Stereotypes. This person means feminine gender stereotypes.

in some queer communities there is an odd pressure on non-gender-conforming people to come out as trans

I wonder why that could be…it’s certainly nothing to do with being an inherently conservative ideology that ultimately reinforces patriarchy, right?

I'm afab and usually just identify as a woman, but it's because I hang out in leftist, coastal cities where there's tons of queer folks and "woman" feels expansive enough to encompass my identity and life experiences. But put me in a smaller town with cishet normie values and then I definitely feel I exist outside of that binary, would feel weird and out of place in groups of all women, and therefore I am (at least contextually) non-binary

This person is SO close to getting it

I found a term that really suites me that I think you should look into: demigirl […] I can’t “perform” being a woman “correctly” - I experience gender dysphoria when forced to do highly feminine things but it’s just because I can’t do “woman” in the way that society wants me to. But I don’t have to. I can perform being a woman however I want […] Because gender is fake.

Gender is fake, she says, then goes ahead and gives herself a fake gender. Because again, not fitting society’s expectations of women is a you problem and definitely not a society problem!

How do these people not hear themselves and how horrendously regressive they are. How do a bunch of 40something “progressives” eat up the gender crap without stopping for one second to think critically about it. Oh my god.

Bonus Metafilter Shaming!

Hysterical wall of text from someone feeling extremely stressed about “welcoming a TERF into my life”: