#yeah this cool bye bye New York

[xxplastic-cubexx]

erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal

[Magneto (2011)]

[gguk-n]

Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)

No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!

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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most

y/bff/user you forgot to take me😔😔 punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alone😘😘 y/cousin/user you annoy us more🙂 y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was joking😅😅 user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a model😍😍 user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turn🥲🥲 user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!❤️❤️

{Reader's POV}

The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.

The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.

I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.

I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.

As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.

I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.

A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.

"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.

I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.

Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.

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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to air🥹🥹

y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITED🤭🤭 user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfit😍 user5 so pretty😍😍 y/mum/user so proud of my baby💖 y/dad/user my baby's all grown up😭❤️

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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his life🫣🫣

y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??👀👀 y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love this❤️❤️ user7 the best couple ever and idek the guy😅😅 user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo card🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ user10 the golf date!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like that😏😏 user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likes😣😣

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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at home🥲😅

y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING IT🥹🥹 y/mum/user my baby❤️ carlossainz55 so proud of you ❤️Liked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows her🙂👀 user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a while🤣🤣 user15 loved this so much!!!❤️🤣 user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deserves😂😂

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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this season😭😭

carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charm🍀❤️ punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard work❤️❤️🥹 y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively 😭😭Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job Carlos👍 Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those dates🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cute😭😭 user21 the most unlikely couple🥹🥹 user22 I get it Carlos, I get it😍😍 user23 Vamos Carlos!!👍👍 user24 I want a full timeline how everything went down😩 user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this race😭😭 user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!😭🥹

After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.

[chion3spid3r]

who am I talking to ?

pairings : earth42!Milesxfem!reader

warnings : alcohol and substance usage, drunken behaviour, physical altercations, mention of injuries and blood, mentions of kissing, suggestive, intimate interactions, strong language, swearing, emotional distress, stalking and intrusions, peer pressure, thriller elements

summary : you fell for the prowler at the first place

a/n : I may be obsessed by one character I think but c’monnn 😙

words count : 5.4k

pt1 -> pt2

the night was alive with the vibrant chaos of a birthday party at your friend's house. the heady mix of alcohol and a hint of something stronger coursed through your veins, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. you danced with reckless abandon until your feet ached, surrounded by a blur of boys and girls exchanging kisses without a care.

eventually, the pain in your feet became unbearable. you stumbled towards a couch near the dance floor, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. as you glanced at your phone, the screen flickered and died, the battery drained. It was 3:36 AM.

you knew it was time to leave. with a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up and made your way to your friends. tapping Layla on the shoulder, you leaned in and yelled over the pounding music, "I'm heading back home!"

Layla looked at you with a pout, her expression a mix of disappointment and drunken cheer. "nooo, {Y/N}, stay here with us! girl!"

you smiled, shaking your head. "no, no, I need to get back home now. it's late. bye, girly. happy birthday again!" the words slurred together as you waved goodbye and staggered towards the door.

the moment you stepped outside, the cool night air hit you, sending shivers down your spine. the streets of New York were quieter now, but your mind was a foggy mess from too many vodka shots. you started walking, hoping to find your way home, when you remembered your phone was dead, and with it, your GPS.

"great," you muttered to yourself, frustration mingling with your inebriation. you tried to recall the route home, but it was like navigating a labyrinth in the dark.

as you wandered aimlessly, the sounds of a struggle reached your ears. you rounded a corner and saw two men fighting in a dark alley. one of them, unmistakable with his glowing purple eyes, was the notorious Prowler. fear froze you in place as the other man, bloody and desperate, spotted you.

"come here, you!" he yelled, rushing towards you. panic took over, and you raised your hands defensively. but nothing happened. no impact, no pain. you peeked through your fingers to see the Prowler standing over the lifeless body of his opponent, his claws dripping with blood.

"it's dangerous out here, ma'am," the Prowler's voice was altered by his mask, making it sound almost robotic.

in your drunken state, words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. "o-okay… I mean… yes… can… uh… I'm lost…" tears began to stream down your face, the alcohol amplifying your emotions.

the Prowler sighed, his tone exasperated. "okay? and?"

desperation pushed you to plead. "and?? juro que es estúpido… can you bring me home if you don't want me to get kidnapped or worse! raped!"

his clawed hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. "shush it. why would I?"

thinking quickly, you blurted, "or I'll tell everyone who killed this man."

the Prowler regarded you with a mix of annoyance and amusement thought the mask. "that's the Prowler, yeah, everyone knows that."

you groaned, feeling foolish. "please! I'll do everything that you ask, Prowler, just take me home!"

he paused, considering your offer. after a moment, he pulled out a phone. "deal?"

"deal," you agreed hastily, giving him your address.

without another word, he scooped you up and launched into the air, his grappling hook propelling you both from rooftop to rooftop. the city blurred beneath you as you clung to him, your screams echoing in the night.

"slow down, slow down, slow down!!!" you cried, your grip tightening around his neck.

finally, you arrived at your apartment building. the Prowler set you down, his eyes still glowing ominously. "remember our deal," he said, his voice a low growl distorted.

tou nodded, too shaken to argue. "thank you," you whispered.

he turned to leave before disappearing into the night.

back in your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed, the night's events replaying in your mind. you were safe, thanks to the Prowler. but what would he ask of you in return? as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't shake the feeling that your life had just become infinitely more complicated.

monday morning arrived with an unforgiving brightness, and you dragged yourself to school, still feeling the effects of the weekend's chaos. your head throbbed, and your eyelids felt like they were weighed down by lead. the halls of your high school buzzed with the usual chatter, but you moved through them in a daze, barely registering the noise around you.

in first period, you found your usual seat and slumped over your desk, desperately trying to stay awake. your friends, Layla among them, were chattering away, recounting the events of the party. you tried to join in, but your brain felt like it was wrapped in cotton. before you knew it, your head had dropped to your arms, and you were out cold.

you were jolted awake by the sharp rap of a ruler on your desk. "ms. {Y/N}, sleeping in class again? detention after school," the teacher announced sternly, her voice cutting through your groggy haze.

detention was a dreary affair, but as you walked into the room, you were surprised to see Miles Morales sitting at one of the desks. he was the quiet, brooding type—handsome in a way that made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him. his braids, his sharp jawline, and his intense eyes had always captivated you, even though he rarely spoke to anyone.

you took a seat a few desks away, trying not to stare. Miles glanced up, his gaze briefly meeting yours. there was something familiar in his eyes, something that made your mind flash back to the Prowler’s piercing purple gaze. you shook off the thought.

as the detention supervisor droned on about the rules, you found yourself sneaking glances at Miles. his demeanor was cold, distant, almost aloof, but there was a complexity to him that intrigued you. his nonchalant attitude, the way he leaned back in his chair with an air of indifference, only made him more attractive.

when the supervisor left the room for a moment, you took a deep breath and turned to Miles. "hey, rough weekend, huh?" you ventured, trying to sound casual.

Miles looked at you, his expression unreadable. "yeah, you could say that," he replied, his voice low and smooth. it sent a shiver down your spine.

"i'm {Y/N}, by the way," you said, offering a small smile.

"i know," Miles said, his eyes softening just a fraction. "i'm Miles."

there was a silence that stretched between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. it was charged with unspoken words, with the weight of a shared moment neither of you fully understood.

"so, what landed you in detention?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"just… stuff," Miles said, shrugging. "not really worth talking about."

you nodded, sensing that pushing for more would only make him withdraw. "i get it. sometimes it feels like this place is a prison."

Miles gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "yeah, something like that."

as the conversation lulled, you couldn't help but think about the Prowler again. the way Miles carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets—it was uncanny. but it was a ridiculous notion. Miles Morales, the quiet, reserved boy in your class, couldn't be the ruthless vigilante you had encountered.

yet, as you sat there, you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest. Miles was handsome, yes, but there was something more. and for Miles, sitting next to you, the girl he had secretly fallen for, was almost too much to bear. he had watched you from afar, his feelings growing with each passing day, but his life as the Prowler made it impossible for him to be close to anyone.

after what felt like an eternity, detention ended. you gathered your things, casting one last glance at Miles. "see you around," you said, your voice softer than before.

"yeah, see you," Miles replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer.

as you walked out of the room, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. Miles Morales was more than he seemed, and you were determined to find out what lay behind those intense eyes. little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you, his heart torn between his duties as the Prowler and his desire to be close to you.

after a long, exhausting day at school, you finally returned home. the weight of the day seemed to melt away the moment you stepped through the door of your apartment. your sanctuary. you locked the door behind you and leaned against it for a moment, savoring the quiet.

you headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off your clothes as you went. the hot water of the shower was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and stress of the day. you closed your eyes, letting the steam envelop you as you worked the shampoo into your hair, the scent of lavender filling the air. you scrubbed your body with a loofah, relishing the feeling of cleanliness, and spent extra time massaging the tension out of your neck and shoulders.

after rinsing off, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a plush towel, patting your skin dry. your hair required special attention, being the beautiful, curly hair. you applied a generous amount of leave-in conditioner, working it through your curls with your fingers. you then used a wide-tooth comb to gently detangle your hair, starting from the tips and working your way up to the roots, taking care to avoid breakage. once your hair was detangled, you applied a nourishing oil to lock in the moisture, your curls now defined and shiny. finally, you styled your hair in a protective manner to keep it healthy and hydrated overnight.

you pulled on your favorite pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin. you towel-dried your hair and brushed it out, feeling refreshed and a little more human.

next, you headed to the kitchen for a quick snack. you grabbed an apple and a granola bar, then poured yourself a glass of water. you carried your makeshift meal to your desk and sat down, ready to tackle your homework. the pile of assignments seemed never-ending, but you knew you had to get through it.

you settled in, opening your textbooks and spreading your notes out in front of you. the familiar routine of solving equations and analyzing literature helped you unwind. the rhythmic scratching of your pen against the paper was almost soothing. time passed quickly as you worked through problem after problem, paragraph after paragraph.

suddenly, a sharp tapping noise at your window made you jump. your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to see what had caused the sound. at first, you saw nothing, just the dark night outside your window. but then, a shadow moved, and you saw him—the Prowler.

your breath caught in your throat. he was just as imposing as you remembered, his purple eyes glowing ominously in the darkness. he didn't knock or greet you. he just stood there, waiting. you hesitated for a moment before moving to the window, your hands trembling slightly as you unlocked it and pushed it open.

the Prowler climbed in with a silent grace, his presence filling the room. he didn't waste any time with pleasantries. "do you have a knife?" he asked, his voice cold and mechanical through the mask.

"a knife?" you echoed, startled by the request. "uh, yeah, I think so. give me a second." you hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until you found a sharp, sturdy blade. you returned to your room, the knife clutched tightly in your hand.

he took it from you without a word, examining it briefly before nodding. "good," he said. then, without another word, he turned and climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night as quickly and silently as he had arrived.

you stood there for a moment, staring at the open window, your mind racing. why had he needed the knife? what was he planning to do with it? the questions buzzed around in your head, but there were no answers to be found. with a sigh, you closed the window and locked it, trying to push the encounter out of your mind.

you returned to your desk, but the focus you had earlier was gone. the homework that had once seemed so absorbing now felt trivial. after a few futile attempts to concentrate, you gave up and decided to call it a night. you packed up your books and headed to your bedroom, the day's events replaying in your mind.

you changed into your pajamas—a soft, worn T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts—then climbed into bed. as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think about Miles. his familiar yet enigmatic presence at detention, and now, the terrifying yet fascinating encounter with the Prowler.

your eyelids grew heavy, but sleep didn't come easily. your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Miles was handsome, mysterious, and somehow, you felt drawn to him in a way you couldn't quite explain. and the Prowler—his cold demeanor, his dangerous aura—only added to the intrigue.

eventually, exhaustion overcame you, and you drifted off to sleep. Your dreams were filled with flashes of purple eyes and braided hair, of silent shadows and whispered secrets. little did you know, Miles Morales was thinking of you too, his heart torn between his life as the Prowler and his feelings for you.

as the city outside your window continued its restless dance, you slept soundly, unaware of the tangled web of fate that was slowly drawing you closer to the mysterious boy with the cold eyes and the warm heart.

the next morning, you woke up feeling surprisingly energetic. Despite the strange encounter with the Prowler, you felt a sense of excitement about the day ahead. you got dressed, pulled your curls into a stylish puff, and headed to school with a renewed sense of purpose. the events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind, but you pushed them to the back, focusing instead on the potential for new beginnings.

as you walked through the school halls, you couldn’t help but think about Miles. his presence at detention, the way he carried himself, and the undeniable connection you felt. you were determined to find out more about him, but for now, you had to get through the school day.

in the afternoon, during your literature class, Khai, a boy who had been infatuated with you for ages, started bothering you again. he had a habit of making sexist jokes and annoying comments, all in a misguided attempt to get your attention.

“hey, Y/N, did you do something yo your hairs today ? you look hotter than the sun,” Khai said with a smirk, leaning over your desk.

you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Khai, seriously? can't you stop?”

but Khai didn’t get the hint. He continued his attempts to impress you with more crude jokes and comments. you felt a mix of frustration and annoyance building up inside you. just as you were about to snap at him, you heard a familiar cold voice.

“she said stop,” Miles said, his tone icy and menacing. he stood behind Khai, his dark eyes narrowed.

Khai turned around, surprised. “whoa, chill, man. I was joking.”

Miles stepped closer, his presence intimidating. “you’re pissing her off, you aint seeing or what ?”

Khai mumbled something under his breath and slinked away, clearly intimidated by Miles’ demeanor. you looked at Miles, your heart racing. his cold gaze shifted to you for a moment, but he didn’t say a word. he just turned and walked away, leaving you stunned and oddly flustered. "thanks ? i guess" you talked clearly in the wind.

as soon as Miles was out of sight, Layla came running up to you, practically bouncing with excitement. “oh my god, Y/N, did you see that? Miles Morales just stood up for you! that’s insane!”

you laughed, still processing what had happened. “yeah, I saw. why such a big deal?”

“are you kidding? Miles never does that for anyone. he’s always so aloof and distant. you’re lucky gurl” Layla exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. maybe there was more to Miles than you realized. as the day went on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him whenever you saw him in the hallways. each time, he seemed to be surrounded by an air of mystery and intrigue that only made you more curious.

later, during PE class, you joined your friends for some exercise. you ran a few laps around the track, enjoying the fresh air and the sense of freedom that came with it. after that, you settled down to watch the boys’ basketball game. Miles was on the court, his team dominating the game.

you watched in awe as he moved with a grace and agility that was mesmerizing. every shot he took seemed effortless, and his focus was intense. you found yourself cheering for him, your excitement growing with each point his team scored.

“go, Miles!” you shouted, your voice ringing out across the gym.

Miles glanced up at the sound of your voice, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. for a brief moment, his cold exterior seemed to soften, and he gave you a small smile before returning his attention to the game.

Miles’ team won, and as the final buzzer sounded, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for him. you joined the rest of the students in cheering and applauding the players. Miles looked up again, his eyes finding yours in the crowd. there was something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of emotions that you couldn’t quite decipher.

as you headed to the locker room with your friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day. from Miles standing up for you to his impressive performance on the court, he was constantly on your mind. and little did you know, Miles was thinking about you too. he admired your strength, your kindness, and the way you carried yourself. despite his cold exterior, you had managed to make a significant impact on him, and he was struggling with his own feelings of attraction and vulnerability.

the day ended with a sense of anticipation. you knew that something was changing between you and Miles, and you were eager to see where this new connection would lead.

Here is a continuation of the story with the scene you described, full of details, dialogue, and the growing tension between Miles and you:

miles strode into the gymnasium with his basketball team, his eyes immediately drawn to the cheerleaders practicing at the far end. there she was, y/n, amidst the squad, her movements graceful and precise. he couldn't help but admire the way she moved, the way her curls bounced with each cheer, and the radiant smile that lit up her beautiful face when she nailed a routine. she was stunning, and miles found himself unable to tear his gaze away, mentally detailing every little thing about her.

as his team began their warm-ups, a few of the guys whistled and hollered at the cheerleaders, making crude comments that made miles' skin crawl with jealousy. "damn, y/n looking fiiine today," one of them said with a low whistle, and miles grit his teeth, trying his best to tune them out and focus on the court.

when the cheerleaders finished up and headed for the locker rooms, miles seized his chance. he quickly made his way over, his heart pounding as he approached the door. taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly before letting himself in.

y/n was at her locker, her back to him as she gathered her things. miles allowed his eyes to linger on her for just a moment, admiring the curve of her hips and the way her shorts hugged her body perfectly.

clearing his throat, he moved closer. "hey," he said, his voice soft yet confident.

y/n turned at the sound, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him there. "miles, hey," she replied with a warm smile that made his stomach flip.

"you guys killed it out there," miles told her, taking another step forward. "that routine was insane."

"thanks," y/n said, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly from the compliment. "you've got skills on the court too, you know. that last shot you made was amazing."

miles grinned, unable to contain his pride at her words. "you noticed that, huh?" he teased lightly, taking another step until they were face to face.

y/n met his gaze steadily, her lips quirked in an amused smile. "kinda hard not to when you move like that."

his heart skipped at the subtle flirtation in her tone. "oh yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "you gonna come watch me play again then?"

her eyes sparkled with a playful glint. "maybe i will," she replied smoothly. "if you're lucky."

miles chuckled, boldly reaching out to let his fingers graze her bare arm, relishing in the shiver that ran through her at the contact. "guess i'll have to keep impressing you then."

y/n opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say was cut off by the loud clearing of a throat behind them. they jumped apart to see the janitor standing there, an irritated frown on his weathered face.

"you kids need to clear out," he grumbled. "i gotta lock up and clean in here."

miles swallowed hard, trying to mask his disappointment at being interrupted. "yeah, no problem, man. we were just leaving."

y/n quickly gathered the rest of her things, avoiding the janitor's judgemental stare. "i'll see you around, miles," she said softly, giving him one last lingering look before brushing past him.

"yeah, see you," miles replied, his voice strained as he watched her go. as soon as she was out of sight, he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, his body still buzzing from their heated exchange. quietly, he followed her out, not wanting their time together to end just yet.

he caught up to her just outside the gym doors. "hey, wait up!" he called out. "i'll walk you out."

y/n slowed, allowing him to fall into step beside her. "you don't have to do that," she said, though the corner of her lips curved upwards.

"i want to," miles insisted with a lopsided smile. "gotta spend as much time with you as i can, right?"

she laughed then, the warm, rich sound sending miles' heart fluttering. "why's that?" she teased.

miles shrugged nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. "just tryna make up for lost time, i guess. feels like i've been sleeping on getting to know you."

her expression softened at his honest words. "well, we can't have that, can we?"

they continued on like that, Miles asking her questions about her life, her dreams, her favorite things to do around the city. and y/n responded in kind, relaxing more and more with each passing moment as the conversation flowed easily between them. she couldn't remember the last time she'd connected with someone so quickly and deeply.

before either of them realized it, they had reached the front entrance where their paths would diverge. miles felt a pang of disappointment, not ready for their time together to end just yet.

"well," he said, slowing to a stop and turning to face her fully. "guess i'll let you get going."

y/n nodded, worrying her bottom lip briefly as she hesitated. "yeah, i should head home…" she trailed off, her gaze locked with his, heavy with unspoken possibility.

miles opened his mouth to ask her to grab a bite, to keep their conversation going anywhere but here. but then he remembered - the Prowler had plans tonight, a mission he couldn't put off or reschedule. his face fell slightly as the realization hit him.

"unless…you wanted to do this again sometime?" he asked instead, unable to keep the hopeful note from his voice. "i actually gotta take care of some stuff tonight, but maybe we could get that food another time?"

if y/n was disappointed by his inability to take her up on her unspoken offer, she didn't show it. her smile only brightened. "definitely. I'd really like that."

miles returned her smile, his body still buzzing with anticipation for whatever this new connection was budding between them. "cool, it's a date then."

they lingered there for a moment longer, the charge crackling in the air around them. finally, y/n gave a little wave. "asta luego, miles."

"see you later," he echoed, watching intently as she turned and headed off. miles waited until she was completely out of sight before allowing the grin to spread across his face, giddy and light in a way he couldn't remember feeling for a long time.

as excited as he was about the potential of exploring this thing with y/n further, a small part of him couldn't help the twinge of guilt. his life as the Prowler was one of secrecy and solitude - opening himself up, even a little, felt dangerous. still, the prospect of getting to know y/n better, of unlocking the mystery of who she truly was, it made the risk seem worthwhile.

with a lingering smile and his heart filled with new purpose, miles turned and headed off to prepare for his nightly patrol, already counting down the hours until he could see y/n again.

2 months of date with miles passed...

Here's the continuation with Miles visiting you as the cold, unfriendly Prowler at night, but then panicking when his identity is accidentally revealed, leading to him breaking character and becoming his usual flirty self with you:

y/n had just settled into bed when a tapping at her window made her whole body tense. she turned to see the imposing figure of the prowler lurking outside, his glowing purple eyes piercing the darkness.

with a resigned sigh, she climbed out of bed and opened the window a crack. "what do you want?" she asked flatly, already regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

the prowler didn't respond at first, simply staring at her through the narrow opening with those unnerving luminous eyes. finally, he spoke, his voice distorted and devoid of any warmth.

"let me in."

it wasn't a request, but a demand, one y/n knew better than to refuse. she pulled the window open wider, allowing the prowler to effortlessly hoist himself inside with silent, predatory grace.

he turned to face her, the full imposing bulk of his frame mere feet away. y/n swallowed hard, hating how her heart pounded with a mix of fear and something else she couldn't quite name whenever he was near.

"sooo?" she prodded when the weighted silence stretched on too long. "you just gonna creep around my room all night or…?"

"be quiet," the prowler growled, his artificially deepened rasp making the hairs on the back of y/n's neck prickle. "when i want to hear you speak, i'll ask."

she instantly fell silent, chastened by the cold menace in his tone. the prowler regarded her for another long moment before reaching up to tap something on the side of his mask. at once, the purple glow in his eye sockets dimmed, seeming to deactivate whatever night vision setting he'd had engaged.

"better," he muttered in that same eerie voice. "don't need that in here."

y/n frowned in confusion. "uh, i have lamps, you know…"

"didn't ask," he cut her off sharply.

she pressed her lips together to keep from snapping back, sensing the prowler's rapidly fraying patience. what did he want from her tonight? their usual deal was frighteningly open-ended.

as if reading her mind, the prowler took a heavy step closer, further invading her personal space. "remember our deal, girl? told you i'd want something in return someday for saving your ass that night."

y/n's heart rate kicked up another notch but she met his masked gaze steadily, refusing to show fear. "and what's that?"

in lieu of a response, the prowler grabbed her wrist and tugged her flush against his solid body. y/n gasped at the sudden contact as he wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, effectively trapping her.

the prowler leaned in until his expressionless mask was just inches from her face, voice lowering to a gravelly murmur. "think you can figure it out."

y/n's mind went blank with panic, heart thundering as she registered the unmistakable implication behind his words and actions. without thinking, she shoved hard against his chest, trying to put space between them. her palm must have hit the button to disengage his mask, because there was a soft hissing sound as it depressurized and began to retract—

"wait, no—!" the prowler cried out, a stark contrast to the cold, grating rasp from before.

but it was too late. the mask had already fully retracted, revealing the handsome, panic-stricken face of miles morales beneath. he stared at y/n with wide, terrified eyes, all traces of the prowler's menacing demeanor instantly evaporated.

y/n could only gape at him, frozen with shock, barely registering that miles was rapidly pulling away, putting several feet of distance between them as he raked a hand through his tousled curls.

"shit, oh shit, y/n, i'm sorry, i shouldnt've…" he trailed off helplessly, averting his eyes as a flush crept up his neck, stealing his composure. "you weren't supposed to see me like this."

"miles…" y/n breathed, still trying to process the complete 180 from cold, indifferent prowler to the adorably flustered boy standing before her. "you're…you really are—"

"yeah," he admitted hoarsely, sneaking a glance back up at her through those impossibly long lashes of his. "surprise, i guess."

y/n shook her head slowly. "not as much of one as you'd think."

miles frowned slightly at that. "whaddya mean?"

instead of replying, y/n took a few tentative steps towards him, emboldened by the stark change in his demeanor. once she was close enough to reach out and touch him, she allowed herself a small smile.

"i had my suspicions," she murmured, lifting one hand to trace the line of his sharp jaw with a featherlight touch. miles shivered at the contact, those hazel eyes of his darkening as she continued. "about you being more than just some quiet, brooding loner. turns out i was right."

the words clearly took miles by surprise, and he seemed at a momentary loss for how to respond. y/n took advantage of his silence, her fingers skating up to brush one of those temptingly full lips.

"gotta say, though…" she went on, bringing her face mere inches from his own. "never would've pegged you for a vigilante. but i can definitely work with it."

she punctuated the words by leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a devastatingly soft kiss that had miles melting instantly against her. all of his former tension, all of his panic over being unmasked dissolved as he eagerly returned the gentle pressure, one large hand coming up to cradle her face while the other settled at the small of her back and pulled her flush against him.

when they finally broke apart, miles was gazing at her with a look of such naked adoration and longing, y/n nearly had to catch her breath. he brushed a rogue lock of hair from her face tenderly.

"y/n…" he murmured, his voice lower and richer than she'd ever heard it. "god, you have no idea how long i've wanted…"

he trailed off, seeming momentarily overwhelmed, but y/n just beamed at him, so painfully endeared by his sudden shyness.

"don't worry, hot stuff," she teased lightly, trailing a finger down the sculpted line of his chest. "i'm all yours. prowler powers and all."

miles let out a shaky laugh, a joyful, boyish sound that made her insides twist with fondness. then he was pulling her close once more, his mouth finding hers again in a series of lingering kisses interspersed with barely audible confessions of how incredible she was, how amazing, how he'd never felt this way about anyone before.

*to be continued*

Ⓡ chion3spid3r all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

[icarusredwings]

Sleep over

A mini miscommunication fic ft. Moonspider and an abandonment episode from his dear friend Wade. Also ft. Hot dad Logan. If that even matters-

No tw.

*Peter Parker and Wade, texting*

Spidey: Yeah that was really cool especially seeing as I thought id have to take you to the hospital again

Wade: Right!? Who even knew you could drive a motorcycle with your legs ripped off?

Spidey: haha yeah. Hey, going to hop off a little early.

Wade: Was it something I said?

Spidey: No, no Im just beat and Jake's spending the night

Spidey, Error. Not sent: He's back from London for a bit so he needs some spider snuggles lol

Spidey: See ya Wade. Goodnight 🕸🛌

Wade, now complaining to Logan: Can you believe this?!

Logan, wearing his reading glasses: Hm? Oh is it the text tone thing? Here let me see *takes the phone and reads the messages* Ha.. is he saying he's webbing himself to bed? With that little emoji there?

Wade: Yes! b-but thats not the point! (God youre so hot when you act like a dad)

Logan: mmh.. well I am a dad. So.. but if thats not the problem what is? It's friendly tones, wade. Im sure he's just beat. I mean he did practically spend the entire day with you..

Wades: Whats that supposed to mean!?

Logan: 🤨

Wade: ....yeah okay.. but that weirdo is over there! What if he needs help!? Im going over there!

Logan: *sighs* Wade, Peter is a grown man.. He can do what he wants, bub. You can't protect him forever.

Wade, already getting dressed: The fuck if I can't!! No one hurts my special boy! Not even me!

Logan: Wade, ive literally seen this kid throw an entire 18 wheeler like it was a pebble. He'll be fine. Besides, maybe this will be good for him. You did say he was struggling with girls-

Wade: Gasssp!! Lolo thats not nice. Even I know that. Peter can have any girl he wants, they just aren't his MJ. Thats why im here. Duh. Im his Marvel Jesus and he needs me.

Logan: *groaning ridicloudly hot by just existing* What ever you want, babe. But this might ruin your friendship with him. Maybe he spent all day with you because he knew you'd get unnecessarily jealous.

Wade: i-Im not jealous!! Im just gonna make sure hes okay! Thats what friends do!

Logan: Whatever you say sweetheart... ask me youre kinda being a cockblock-

Wade: Thats the point!! Now bye! Ill pick up chinese on the way home. He lives next to that one place and that lady adores me!

Logan: the one that says 'please leave me alone and dont ever come back you cursed demon'?

Wade: No, thats the other place.

Logan: mmh.. my mistake.. Don't loose any limbs. And don't make anyone else loose any limbs either. No stabbing, dont get shanked by that homeless guy on the subway. Still confused how he keeps getting away from the cops...

Wade: this is new york sweetie, theres gotta be at least one stabber on the loose at all times. You know, to keep the people on their toes! Anyway- Ill be home soon! Gotta go stab a hoe!

*slams door*

Logan, alone, reading: *sighs, again* ... I just told him no stabbing...

*At Peter's apartment*

Peter, opening the door: Wade? What are you doing?

Wade: I came to save you!

Peter, rubbing his eyes: From who??

Wade, pushing past him into the appartment: You know who!!

Peter: *Groans annoyed and tired* Do you really have to do this tonight?

Wade: Yes!! Now where is that knock off batman fuck?

Peter, mentally: batman ?? *imagines a man with a bat who hits people with said bat* 'im bat man!'

Peter: What? Nevermind.. just.. don't wake him up. *gestures to him passed out on the couch*

Snkt, laying on his chest: *licking him and wagging his tiny tail*

Moonknight, sprawled out, waist webbed to the couch so he dosn't roll off: heh.. Layla.. stoopp.. ZZzzz

Wade, realizing just how bad he assessed the situation: ...... Whos Leia?

Peter, smiling softly, making Wade keep his distance: Layla.. shes like.. his Vanessa.

Wade, immediately changing mentalities: Nessy??

Peter: Mhm.. It's kinda complicated having multiple people in your body that want different things soooo....

Wade, dumb: Soooooo???

Peter: So.. it makes sense to have multiple partners.

Wade: But.. but he lives in London and hes always gone. Thats not fair to you..

Peter, semi sorrowful: Yes... but Lady Death is always gone too. And you still enjoy your time with her right?

Wade: My mistress? My eternal wife thats destined to be mine once god finally lets me kick the bucket? Of course. I think about her all the time.

Peter: ...He's kind of like my lady death. Except I don't know if we'll end up in the same place... but its fun to be along for the ride of life you know?

Wade: Thats some deep shit.

Peter: Mhm..

Wade: well... alright. Fine.... b-But what if he hurts you??

Peter: I'll just web him to the wall until he calms down. It was his idea to web him down in the first place. It won't be the first time, Definitely not the last... and you know? He's not as scary as what people think. If anything he's just... scared of Himself. Like a poor dog waiting for someone to take him home who wont return him the moment they find out he has teeth...

Wade, smart: Oh... OH!

Peter: Shhh. What is it?

Wade: He's your wolvie.

Peter: What?

Wade: He's like your wolvie!

Peter, thinking: Huh... Yeah I guess you're kind of right. Now if you don't mind I have a shift tomorrow.

Wade: Mmmh... Im still worried though... i dont know why..

Peter, putting a hand on his shoulder: Wade, You aren't worried about me. You're worried im going to replace you. But that's not ever going to happen. You're funny, a great friend, and- No offense but- Like the craziest guy ive ever met. No one could replace that.

Wade: What about the joker?

Peter: Who the hell is the joker??

Wade: Nevermind. Wrong franchise. B-but are you sure? That you don't need my help??

Peter, slightly annoyed but in that fond way: I promise to call you If I ever feel like I need help.

Wade, feeling better: ..Pinky promise?

Peter, sighing, knowing how much He needs this: Pinky promise... now get out of my house before I throw you out myself.

This scene ends with Wade laughing, a hug, and wade leaving. Jake sitting straight up mid sleep, staring at him with concern, possibly from a nightmare, and peter reassuring him he's fine and can go back to sleep. And Logan having half cold chinese with his husband on the couch, glad that Peter is so understanding about Wade's abandonment issues.

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x fem!reader

part 1! ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

synopsis: you didn’t think anything of it when you bumped into miles on your first day at visions. it slowly became one of the best things to happen to you.

wc: 1.9k

warnings!: cursing

You got ready for your first day at Brooklyn Visions Academy. Your mom had decided to send you there for better "academic challenges" or whatever. You were nervous but found solace in knowing you'd already have a friend there, Zoya Hart. You’ve been friends since the third grade, absolutely inseparable.

You put on your uniform skirt and finished your makeup. New school, if you didn't make a good first impression, at least you’d look good. "Y/n hurry up! I've gotta go!" your mom called out from the kitchen. "Mommy just go! I can walk" you applied her lip gloss in the mirror. "Ah-ah, you're gonna be late. Hurry up"

You rolled your eyes spraying perfume over your body. Grabbing your backpack you shoved in your books and pencil case inside. "Wait mommy I need to fill up my water bottle" you rushed to the fridge and pressed it against the water dispenser. "Come on!" your mom yelled walking over to the door. "Wait I need my headphones!" you ran to your room to grab the earbuds sitting on the dresser, quickly scratching your cat's head "Bye Bobo" you breathed out before rushing out the door. "Baby it's school what do you need headphones for?" your mom grew irritated. "If I don't have these, I'll literally kill myself"

"Aye, I told you to stop saying that!" you both walked out the door, locking it. Getting in the passenger seat, you checked her appearance on her phone, fiddling with the nose piercing that sat on her nostril. Your blonde box braids were in two pig tails, edges laid flat. You wore a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a bow, you loosened the tie around your neck. "I hate this stupid ass uniform" your mom laid a smack on your thigh. "Watch your mouth!" "Ow mommy sorry!" you exclaimed rubbing your hand over your leg.

You plugged your earbuds in, listening to music until you saw the school in the distance. Your heart sped up as you took her headphones out, tucking them in her backpack. "Alright baby have a good day okay. Make me proud, I love you" your mom said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Love you too mommy bye" you replied getting out of the car as she drove off.

You opened up your phone to Zoya's contact.

'i'm here and i'm shaking where are you??' you sent a text.

'in the principal's office'

'surprise baby i'm your tour guide :P' Zoya replied.

You felt yourself bump into another body. Looking up from your phone you saw a boy with a dazed expression on his face. The boy wore a pair of Jordan 1 bloodlines, a tiny spider-man figure on his backpack. He was about four inches taller than her and a bit lanky, his skin dark brown. His hair was a taper fade with kinky curls, his eyes were dark brown almost black shade as he stared at you.

"I'm really sorry about that" you apologized putting your hands out in front of you "Ah it's cool, no worries" he brushed off with a smile. "Um do you know where the principal's office is?" you asked looking around. "Yeah, I can show you. Are you new here?" he asked leading you down the hall to the right. "Uh-huh" "New to New York?" he asked again. "Nah my parents just thought this would be a better school". He nodded his head as they came to the front door of the main office. "It's the one on the left. I've gotta get to class though. I'm Miles by the way" he said, waiting for you to respond. "Y/n" you replied with a smile.

He walked away when you made your way to the principal. "Y/n!!" Zoya exclaimed, going to hug the girl. She had a light tan complexion, pink lips and a bright white smile. Her hair was a beautiful ginger color with her curls falling past her shoulders. Zoya was about two inches taller than you, wearing a pair of platform doc marten 8053s. Her 'Z' necklace rest on her chest along with your matching bow necklace.

"Ugh I am so glad your parents sent you here!" The man behind the desk cleared his throat, alerting the two girls of his presence. "Oh sorry, Y/n this is Mr. Hale, our principal." He reached out his hand for you to shake. "Nice to meet you, Ms. L/n". She smiled as she shook his hand "Nice to meet you too, sorry I'm late" "No matter, it's your first day, just don't let it be a frequent problem." he sat back down in his chair.

"Alright, here's your schedule, look over it while i pull up your file" he handed you a piece of paper with all of your classes for the day.

'English Language Arts 11' 8:30 AM

'Modern Us History' 9:34 AM

'Ceramics 1' 10:38 AM

'Algebra 2' 11:42 AM

'Lunch 2' 12:45 PM

'Physics' 1:19 PM

'Sociology' 2:27 PM

He gave you all the information she needed: locker number and code, teacher's names, grade expectations, your guidance counselor's name and office, etc "Alright, I'll have Miss Hart here show you around." he said as the two of you made your way to the door. "Have a good day and good luck settling into your new classes. It's only September, so I'm sure you haven't missed much." he bid goodbye.

You and Zoya got to your locker as you attempted to put the code in. "Right, left, right" Zoya instructed. The locker popped open and you sorted out your things. You saw Zoya look over her shoulder at her sister, Maya. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" she asked the girl. "Yeah, but I don't wanna be" Maya replied giggling. "Heyy, n/n! I forgot you were coming here." Maya said hugging you. "I'm giving her a tour of the school" Maya said, opening her phone to take a quick selfie with you. "Oou can I come?" Maya chirped. "Youu have a class to go to." Maya rolled her eyes and left you two to start your tour.

Zoya intertwined her arm with yours as you walked through the school. She showed you the gym, the library, the cafeteria - all huge. She showed you the student council room, the dorm halls - which wasn't necessary since you wouldn't be staying there, they made their way over to a big window in the main hallway which overlooked a courtyard where she found people sitting outside and a teacher have a class.

"This place is so fancy, shit" you exclaimed. "Ahhh it's aight" Zoya joked. Anyways, let's get you to class." It was 8:45 now and Zoya knocked on the door of your first period. "Meet me at lunch, good luck" Zoya kissed your cheek and walked away. "Well class, we have a new student joining us, Miss Y/n L/n"

Your day went pretty normal, people were nice enough to you and you talked to a few people, making their acquaintance. The bell rung which meant it was time for you to go to lunch and finally see your friend again. You sent her a text asking her where she was sitting when you bumped into someone again. "Woah, gotta stop meeting like this" the boy said letting out a light laugh. "Yeah, my bad" you let out an awkward laugh. "You have lunch now too?" he asked you "Yeah, actually I'm waiting for my friend-" you was interrupted by a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I'm starving let's go in the line" Zoya said. "Oh you know Zoya?" Miles said, dapping her up. "Yup, since third grade." "Cool well see you around, preferably not bumping into you" he joked and walked away with his friend. "How do you know Miles?" you asked her as you walked over to the lunch line. "Classes, plus he knows Peter." she replied, getting a cheeseburger and fries. "Why, do you think he's cute?" she teased . "Oh he's realll cute" you giggled.

You made your way over to a table where Peter, Maya, and a girl you didn't recognize were already sitting. "Yoo, n/n how you liking the school" Peter said, as he dap you up. "It's alright, fancy as fuck though" Zoya sat down next to Peter, giving him a kiss on the cheek, while you found a seat next to Maya. "Hey, I'm Kiona" the girl you didn't recognize spoke up. "Y/n, you're so pretty by the way" you smiled at the girl. "Aww thank you, you too"

Lunch ended as you and Peter parted ways with everyone. "Physics is brutal but Mr Johnson is chill as fuck" he informed you walking into the class. Peter took his seat as Mr Johnson spoke up "Ah, Miss L/n, nice to meet you. You can take a seat back there next to Morales" he pointed to the back of the room where Miles was sitting, already looking at you. You smiled at the boy and made your way to the back. "Hey" he whispered to you . "Hi" you replied. "Didn't know we'd have this class together. Shoulda told me" "You didn't ask" you joked, opening a notebook.

The bell rung and you got your stuff together "Hey what's your next class?" Miles asked, stacking his notebooks. "Sociology" you answered, putting papers in a folder. "Ah I don't have that" he said, disappointed. "Walk you to class?" he offered. You looked around and saw that Peter already left, so might as well. "Yeah, sure".

"This isn't going to make you late is it?" you asked him. "Nah it's in the same-". All of a sudden Miles tensed up and there was a loud booming noise coming from outside. Everyone in the hall, including you and Miles ran to nearby windows to see what was going on and here was a fire emerging from a bank down the road. You looked to your side to see that Miles wasn't there anymore. Out of nowhere, spider-man swung over to the bank stopping the guys who were trying to rob it. Everyone cheered when he brought the guys out, tied up in his webs

When school ended, Zoya and Maya came up to your locker as you were packing up to go home. "Hey n/n, you going home?" Maya asked, biting into an apple. "Yeah, it would be cool if i stayed in the dorms. Buttt that's mad money spending so nah". You gave the girls a hug and made your way out the building. "Oh Y/n, you're not staying in the dorms?" Miles asked, coming from the nurse's office with a few bandaids on his face and bandage on his arm. "No, what happened to you?" you asked pointing at his face. "Tripped down the stairs on the way to seventh period". You stifled a giggle and nodded your head. "Uh you want me to walk you home?" he offered.

You furrowed her eyebrows in confusion "You don't really have to do that.." "O-oh uh I was just offering, I'm not super busy right now and didn't want you to be alone-" You put her hand out and giggled "Okay yeah you can walk me home" He smiled and skipped down the steps to join you. "Don’t you get in trouble for leaving the dorms without permission?" you asked looking up at him. "Ah sometimes but I get my way out of it"

"So what happened earlier? You disappeared when the  fire happened." you asked him, finally. "Oh I had....gotten..scared" he said, looking up. "Oh..okay. That's normal I guess" "Well this is my stop" you said, walking up to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow" he said waving goodbye "See you" you said with a smile, unlocking the door.

[willyoubemycherryy]

➯Part 𝟚❣︎ of the Thomas Webb

🎀pretty shameless neighbor series🎀

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❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠...”

𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙 • 𝒙

Apparently that one meeting had the universe’s blessing because two days later and nonstop thinking about the tall boy with the pretty eyes named Thomas; you see him again.

It was late.

Just a couple minutes after midnight. It wasn’t that you couldn’t sleep, you just wanted to get out for a little bit. So, only dressed in a thin cami and cotton plaid short shorts you’ve had since forever, you slide on some flip flops (while ignoring their contrast with your pink nails) grab your key, lock the door and go.

You jog up the stairwell at the end of the hall, all the way up until you get to the emergency exit that leads to the roof.

Stepping outside, the cool air makes your nipples harden but it’s refreshing and you take a deep breath. Looking out at the city, you walk to the little wall and take it in.

It’s relaxing but you sigh once that feeling of missing someone or something, rushes over you. You had moved to New York honestly, to run. Back at home there always seemed to be someone who wanted something from you. Whether it was answers about your personal business, affection, more closeness than you were comfortable sharing, or compliance.

You got tired of never being able to enjoy yourself and constantly guilt tripped for keeping your privacy private, you just said fuck it and left.

And best decision you made yet. Good fucking riddance.

Your thoughts drift back to where they’ve usually been…Thomas. He was so panty droppingly gorgeous. His eyes, the way he looked at you, the way his supple lips had felt beneath your teeth, right down to how they moved when he spoke and his voice. Biting your lip, even thinking about him made both your hearts beat faster.

“Bye Doll”. Damn. You wanted him all over you to the point of madness.

Imagine your surprise when you see said boy out the corner of your eye sitting on the floor to your far opposite.

“DICK ME DOWN SIDEWAYS! FUCK!!” Clutching your chest in shock, he smiles, walking up to you.

“How long have you been there??”. It was somehow slightly embarrassing to have him there while you were thinking about him.

He’d actually been there 30 minutes before you. Thinking of things to write when the door opened and out walked you. Looking just as good as you did 2 days ago when you sent his world spinning by just existing near it.

Taking you in while you silently looked into the night. Smooth skin, the hardened buds of your chest, and cute little shorts that couldn’t quite cover the plump of your ass. You were pretty down to the Barbie pink paint on your toes. Your expression gave away everything and nothing about what was going on in your mind.

“A little over half an hour. Couldn’t sleep.” Oh. You look at him closer and his answer checks out. His hair is tousled and he’s wearing a college tee and…lord have mercy….gray sweatpants. Your breath gets stuck in your throat before you snap your eyes back up to meet his that are already looking at you knowingly.

“What about you?” He asks lowly, standing close to you while you lean back.

“Just wanted to get out. Until I got lost in thought”.

“About what?” That one takes you a second to answer before deviousness gives you an idea.

“You really wanna know, Thomas?” Making your voice a sultry purr, he feels warmth lick up the back of his neck before nodding a weak “yeah”.

“I was thinking about all kinds of things. Favorite songs this week, work, if I should make more friends or stay a lone wolf, life in New York, but more often than not; you.”

Thomas listens and tries to ignore how his heart races. He’s so taken by you that he wants to know everything. But the part where you were thinking of him? More than once? He temporarily resets.

Taking a deep breath he steps closer to you, in your space. Looking down at you with something and the energy shifts as you look at each other.

“Tell me more?” Tilting his head, voice soft. Fuck. His voice.

“For starters, I moved here by myself because life back home got too stifling. Here is more fun and being a bartender isn’t bad either”, you trail off, his gaze making you feel like y’all should be doing more than just talking before you continue,

“right now my favorite song is ‘open arms’ by Sza. I would try to make friends but I don’t have time for mean girls. Y’know the type; always coming around with bad news, say they want you to win but hope you lose. I think about you because…” pausing, you choose honesty, “you light me up. I wanna get to know you and do stuff.”

You two are so close that your chests almost touch. Looking up at him, who’s looking down at you…in your shared gazes, there’s nothing but want.

He actually needs to be his girlfriend after listening to you. He’s always considered himself and his life boring, lacking. But you don’t seem to think that about him or care if that really was the case.

It’s sweet.

Your angelic voice pulls him from his trance.

“Well? Talk to me”, slowly bringing your hand up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

Reveling in your touch, Thomas wraps an arm around your waist. Pulling you to him, he takes in how soft you are against him, how good you smell. He inhales, the air sweetened by you and talks.

About anything. Everything.

He likes pastel green, trends aren’t his thing, he likes to write but he tutors for cash in other subjects, he likes poetry, his father doesn’t like him because he doesn’t exactly fit the aesthetic of his family, touches briefly on his sensitive mom, he dislikes unnecessarily rude people, how the internet will eventually ruin the world, that he too likes open arms by Sza but he preferred Bruno Mars and Metallica or just classical music, the old guy in the building he recently made friends with, that he’s boring, he doesn’t go out much and when he does, he’s socially awkward. And lastly…

“I think about you too. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. I wanna hang out with you too. And do stuff.” Repeating your previous statement, he usually doesn’t talk this much but the captivated look in your eyes drive him to.

To you, it’s the way he speaks. What he talks about. The way he sees things. He’s not just skin deep, he’s present. Plus Thomas is actually not as timid as you thought he was. Oof.

You smile up at him as you two continue to chat and lose track of time. Just enjoying each other’s company.

“So why did you pick ‘wh𖦹recore’ as the name?”, he snorts out a laugh as you tell him about how you came up with the name to one of your playlists.

“Because it has most, if not all, of the slūttiest songs known to man on it. Yknow, for the culture. In-house wh𖦹res need representation too”. You sound completely serious for a few seconds before dissolving into giggles. Maybe the name was a touch absurd.

“Why? You got something against wh𖦹res?” Giggling while you tease him, he just shakes his head smiling lightly.

“Not wh𖦹res but home wreckers don’t sit right with me.” The subtle shift in his tone makes you want to smack whoever’s the cause of it.

“Oooh. Is this family related or…?- Wait-, you don’t have to tell me or even talk about if you don’t wanna.” You like him a lot so the last thing you want is to upset him by being too nosy.

Thomas furrows his brows and automatically denies it.

“No no no no no. It’s fine. I like talking to you”, tipping his head down in your direction, grins before it fades and he continues.

“Her name’s Johanna. She’s my father’s mistress.” He’s looking to the side, sounding far off and almost bitter.

“Me and Mimi saw them out together once and she was all over him. That’s how I found out. A few days later I talked to her, let her know that my father’s married, and that it’s fucked up and-“, pausing once he sees the “less-than impressed, let’s get ready to rumble” look on your face. A prettily arched eyebrow, jaw set, with the meanest glare he’s ever seen.

“And what???” Yeahhhh, you definitely did not like Johanna.

“And she said that my mom was giving my father to her because she was lacking….something? So, home wreckers aren’t a favorite.” Thomas tries to laugh that last part off but it doesn’t quite hit home.

“Look, whatever I could say, I’m not going to because I’ll curse a bitch sick from here to Peru. What does miss thing look like?” Well damn.

“A bit older than me, brown hair n eyes, little nose, about 5’6, posh brit, and….beautiful.” Amusement spreads across your face and suddenly he’s nervous again.

“Sounds beautiful. Beautifully basic. That’s a fraudulent hoe if I EVER heard of one. You and your mom deserve better from your father but that’s all I’ll say about that.” Sighing, you try not to let it irritate you too much. Still, it’s something about a manipulative woman with no respect for other’s relationships that makes you itch to put your hands on her. Hmm. Hopefully, for her sake, you don’t ever run into her.

Changing the subject, you lean back into him.

“At least I didn’t attempt to poison my uncle with mint chocolate chip ice cream”. Thomas gasps indignantly at you before picking you up and sitting you on the wall you were leaning against, smiling at your squeals.

“That was one time, smart ass”. Defending himself with a cheeky grin, he rests his hands on your waist.

You nod in mock surrender and settle into a comfortable silence before going back to playing with the short strands at the base of his neck.

He’s back to looking at you and you look right back. It’s comfortable how easy you feel with each other. The attraction.

So when Thomas slowly leans down, capturing your soft lips with his full ones, you fold immediately.

You felt it when you bit his lip before that they were soft but nothing like the full scope.

Soft like melting snow and having the same effect as they melded against yours. The warmth of your shared breaths had your heart beating hard, arousal trickling into your system at the feel of him. Gasping at Thomas, pressing harder against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your little sounds were driving him mad. Taking your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking lightly and letting it pop back into place, pupil’s dilating more at the throaty moans that spill from you. Moving a hairs breath back so he could look at you. Wet, swollen lips, heaving breasts, looking at him like that with your blown doe eyes. And before you know it, he’s rushing you again.

Except this time; there’s tongue and your heads move with the sheer intensity of your kiss. He licks hotly into you, almost eating your mouth out, holding you so close that you can feel his erection which only serves to make you wetter. Your whole body was like molten lava with how good you felt. Arousal lighting every nerve inside you.

But, you two can’t…not yet. And if you keep going like this, you will. So, begrudgingly, you tug sharply at the hair of his nape. Clit throbbing when he pulls away with a wet hiss, groaning.

Panting, he presses his nose against yours while you catch your breath.

“Thank god you let me kiss you,” he’s boyish as he chuckles and you smile broadly back.

“Thank god you kissed me period.” Feeling light and giddy as you rub your noses together.

“Got any plans tonight?” It’s husky and suggestive and your nipples tingle with the thought of what plans you could find yourself under.

“None actually…but I could help you unpitch your tent if you’d like?”, raising an eyebrow and making sure he follows your gaze as you look down at his crotch.

Thomas let’s out a hum before pecking your lips again.

“Tempting, Doll. But I feel like you’d be more trouble than help.” He murmurs, looking at you through lidded eyes. You nod, grinning because he’s right.

“True. Maybe later we can get up to our own kind of trouble and help each other out real nice then, hm?” He sharply inhales at that, moving his hands to settle back on your waist.

“Mhmm, I’ll hold you to that”, and this time your tiptoes up to kiss him. Sealing the deal.

“Then hold me tight.” Eyes gleaming as you smile up at him. He’s so darling, and you wish you could stay but it’s so late and you have things tomorrow so you have to say goodbye to him for now.

“Well while I don’t have plans tonight, I do unfortunately have plans tomorrow…so I’ll see you later?” Thomas throws his head back in a whine, pouting all the way as he reluctantly let’s go.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It is really late but yeah, you’ll see me. Until then, try not to miss me too much, yeah?” He’s teasing but he misses you already really. Watching as you walk back to the exit, all light amusement as you look back at him with a playful wink.

“I make no promises!”, he’s blushing at that, heart fluttering at how much he likes you. That you’ll maybe miss him too.

Waving before you open the door and disappear behind it,

“Goodnight dreamboy”.

“Goodnight, Doll.” He whispers after you,

Then you’re gone….

but your scent stays sweet on his lips.

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The Book of Bill Review: Bye Everyone He'll Remember You All in Therapy (Comission for Emma Fici)

Hello all you happy people and man it's good to be back. After a week's vacation i'm recharged and ready to plunge back into reviewing stuff. For those of you new here i'm Jake, I review various media , mostly cartoons and comics.

Over a week off filled with batman, persona 5, more batman, Truthful Timmy the Blowjob Queen of Saskatoon, and more, I picked up a certain book since my money dropped: Yes folks thanks to a generous friend who also enjoyed the hell out of this book it's time to talk about mildly curesed new york times #1 bestseller The Book of Bill.

The Book of Bill is the latest in something Disney has been doing for a while, some of the only merch they really make for their telveision animation series: Journals! Specifically books following a character from the show in the first person and helping drop some juicy lore. I naturally have all three previous major ones: Journal 3, The Big Book of Spell and Marcy's Journal. There was also one for Ducktales I need to get at some point and an early Star Vs book, but these big three are the important ones, making real books from the show canon and not only being cool props to own, but also nice bits of canon after the show ended. Or in star vs case as the show slowly burst into flames.

Book of Bill continues that trend yet also breaks it: This book is coming out 8 years after the series ended, is an entirely new creation, and is geared towards adults even having a warning label. Granted it's more a pg-13 than the hard r said warning label implies but the fact disney is acknowledging a product from less than 15 to 20 years ago has nostalgic fans is a victory in itself.

And said victory was followed by an even bigger one with the book recently topping the New York Times bestseller list, even topping "we gotta see what that couchfucker is about just in case". This is a huge victory lap that makes me hope we'll get even more content from various disney shows in book form. At the very least it makes the owl house art book an even easier sell and at most i'm hoping Owl House gets more content now, and I wouldn't say no to Hirsch returning to gravity falls if he has another idea. While i'm used enough to Disney's bullshit to see them ignoring this obvious sign, it could really get them to take kids content from this era more seriously or at least try to get it's creators back to get more of that sweet dollar dollar bill ciphers ya'll. Either way this could be a great thing.

Even if it dosen't lead to more books, Book of Bill is great on it's own and something i'm happy to dive into. And since I know it's harder to get the book outside of the us this is also a chance for those of you outside it to get a peak inside. So let's begin as tonight it's gonna get weird.

Book of Bill is diffrent from the other books in that while it follows a narrative, the first half is mostly just bill shenanigans while the second gives us his history from when he was a baby boy baby to he and Ford's messy breakup involving live snakes, it's a small world and jars of spiders.

It works perfectly too: I forgot how much fun bill was till he burst through the page to greet me

Like bill himself the book deftly ballances comedy and horror. Like gravity falls it leans more to the former, as most of bills antics are just him being unsettling and charming as always, but we get plenty of truly disturbing stuff from his collection of heads to a mouth suddnely popping up demanding blood to this lovely bit showing all the many realities where the pines kids didn't exactly win

Also yeah, outside of Bill's fate, the book dosen't move past where Gravity Falls was on the timeline in the extended Disney Television Universe. It does firmly confirm it's all one universe as we get some refrences to owl house with some tapestry showing off the titan and my boy

As well as a cameo we'll get to later. But it's clear Hirsch, for now has no plans to tell us what happened to errybody after the show aside from bill himself and honestly? That's fine. I'd rather he did a full revivial or book about it at some point than drop it in here and before the nightmare fuel sets in the sleep image of the two on the bus with waddles is adorable.

Back on point the book will hit you with horror well but is maily just a non stop parade of good jokes for the first half. The framing device is simple: Bill created this book and Ford found it shortly before he and Stan went off to make movies, make songs and fight around the world. He tried destroying it but befitting spooky books it kept coming back and so he put in an ash williams style warning telling the reader for the love of god don't read more. And like that idiot from evil dead 2013, I didn't listen and pressed on as i'm sure any of you who got the book did too. I mean we already paid our 20 some dollary doos right?

So the book has bill giving the reader advice, trying to trick them and general other wacky nonsense. This book is DENSE with jokes, and there was hardly a page that wasn't meant to be truly horrifying that didn't have one on it. And sometimes even them. Highlights for me from the first half include his self interview where he deflects being phineas' father, dating a howling void and other hot goss, his entire chapter on silly straws (if you murder someone with one it becomes a serious straw), his having you murder an elf for him, dividing a number and brutally murdering it, and Ford claming he'll tell you how to turn ducks into nuclear bombs.. with Bill doing that immediately after and likely being fully aware of what he was doing.

My faviorite bits are him fleshing out his "reality is a hologram" statment

Every bit of this joke works from me from the reveal, to perfectly nailing the classic pokemon trading card style for this gag. Good stuff. Also not sure why the multiverse has only 50 hp, better not to ask.

The other bit I love the most is bill trying to help the readers love life with advice so good it got this book classified as advice

And helping the love cage with some wonderful bilintines

I"m sending I don't want to die alone to my next crush!

This section really is just a vehicle for jokes and general bill chaos for the most part and it does so gloriously. If you liked bill, your gonna love this thing and if you love him.. he'll never love you back but you'll still enjoy this.

The first half does have a few little pitterpats of lore. One of the biggest.. is that we get more dipcifica

Also Dipper's search history as a whole and while some parts I'd rather forget if my brain would let me, there's a lot of good gags here. But yeah Pacifica Northwest Pagent Video. man is crushing. And also mildly creepy but it's still a step up from looking up Wendy's instagram and other things i'd rather not get into because

This segment goes into the casts dreams, most in depthly Dipper, Mabel and McGucket. That last one is just a really hautning page of how much of a tornado his mind is ... bill BARELY got out. Dipper is naturally bill laughing at his embarassment and revealing he put a bunch of fake author images in his head for funzies.

Mabel on the other hand is one of the funniest segments in the entire book as well as revealing exactly HOW he concoted the scheme. A nice thing we get , and that explains why he gave her her own fifedome.. is that bill actually likes mabel as a person. he likes her chaos, loves watching her dreams which is creepy but for him is about as close to kind as he can get. Problem is he went in AFTER the whole Sock Opera mess, so she hates him. Thankfully the people guarding her dreams are Xyler and Kraz, nature's perfect himbos. So he simply gives himself a hat and blonde hair, a neat jacket and the name chill cipher and gets them on board by eating his skateboard. And to his horror has to do a montage from saying no to drugs to teaching a dinosaur with shades to beleivie in himselef. Just imainging bill doing an over the top 80s montage while having the most pissed off uncomfortable look in the world.. it's going to help me sleep at night.

We also find out he found Mable's deepst darkest fantasy... a tape of Mariah Carrey's fantasy.

It's a genuinely good gag and bill finds out from them how down in the dumps she are, her wanting to let summer last etc.. and thus you can thank these himbos for the apocalypse.

Otherwise the only other little tidbits are in a bit on various dreams. We find out Ford is in love with logic (Bill quips he'd be a plansexual which.. accurate), Soos wants to change his name to pins, and Pacifica.. is suffering horrible ptsd. The big bit though is that dipper walked in on a conversation between his parents about something he wouldn't hear and Bill implies it was why they sent them away. It COULD be divorce, it could be somethign else entirely it's honestly hard to tell given both how little we get and the fact it's bill. Bill's about as trustworth as a snake wearing a top hat

On second thought make that Snake mayor stat.. then god emperor.

But yeah you can't really TRUST bill but it's a nice little seed of info nonetheless and it'd be weird if I didn't talk about it. That said I don't have much to say about it. The kids parents MIGHT have had a rough marraige though that would make sense why they cling to each other so much and make Mable's desperation to keep her brother around even more heartbreaking, so i'm all for it.

So then we get to that sweet juicy lore we woudln't stop bugging Alex for: Bill's history. And this may be my faviorite part of the book simply because there's a LOT of good gags and great visuals tucked in here. A crapton of artists who were VERY good at making something look real enough, as well as GF Vetran Emmy Ciecerga who drew all the gravity falls style art for this book and deserves a LOT of credit, make this book look gorgeous. There's all kinds of styles, from 20's newsclippings to photos to disturbing bill images, all of which needed a great graphic design to it. While none of the books so far are slouches in graphics, journal three itself looked gorgeous, this is far and way the best looking of them so far. Since it's bill their not constrained to one style, like marcy's was mimicking her art style (And later Anne's for her third of the book), journal 3 was. Book of Spells has come closest having each queen have a unique style but it still held to star vs.

This being bill this book goes all over the place: you've got brain teasers, photos, photoshopped nightmarish heads, a reaslitic mouth wanting your blood, all kinds of visual trickery that fits what a visually gorgeous nightmare bill could be. Like the other style, a very chaotic style that oscelates from people magazine to several pages of the great gatsby to punish you for wanting to know his weaknesses (get gatsby'd sucker!) all without breaking a sweat.

The history of bill section is where it really gets to shine once he gets to earth.. but before that.. we adress the elephant in the room. What happened to his home dimension?

Yeah one of the biggest bits of narrative blue balls of book of bill is we don't learn hardly anything about the second dimension and learn NOTHING about how it actually died. Both make perfect sense enough narratively to work and it's clear Alex, while great about answering the shows bigger and more importnat mysteries and not just jerking the audience about, does like to keep some things a mystery. The kids parents, shermy pines, why was thor crying that kind of stuff. While I WANTED an answer for my own works, I respect that it honestly worked better to not get one. We get just enough: bill climas to have been well loved by all in the way a flashback would show he wasn't, having seen the third dimension. It adds layers to him and ford's later friendship: both were outcasts with no one at one point or another. But Stanford at least had stan for a while before he was a dick about things.. bill seemingly had no one and is active denial he was hated and feared.

So he tried to merge dimensions.. and we have no idea exactly WHAT happened.. but not knowing.. is more horrifying. Bill tries to retell it but blacks out

It's very clear Bill has ptsd.. and somehow used urkel to kill people. I feared this day would come but never thought such a dread weapon would wind up in the worst hands imaginable.

It's a great section and I honestly like this... it makes the clear bait and switch work as alex knew what we wanted.. but gave us something more fitting the character.. the one moment bill GENINELY regrets.. but due to eons of lying to himself can't admit. He twisted the narrative to be that he freed a bunch of squares when really it was his first mass murder and the only one he clearly still feels bad about. While he was likely always a tad weird, this event is what snapped him into the monster he is, convicning himself their better this way and he did the right thing instead of truly dealing with his guilt. Bill has lied to himself so much he blacks out when even thinking abotu the truth because if he really thought abotu what he did and what happened, he'd have to rethink his whole sense of self. And Bill can't do that because he's built his whole self worth into his ego after this. That he was specail they just didn't get it and it's to the point he can't even be honest that he wasn't liked> he always had ot be great and special. It's honestly.. sad more than anything. That had bill not done this or simply not made what seems like an honest mistake just not to be alone he may of simply been able to escape and find kinship in ways that didn't involve gaslighting and evil overlord ship.

Sadly he did so we find out he found the nightmare dimension , conquered ita nd slowly gathered his henchmaniacas. We find out little btis; 8 ball has a crush on pyronica, pyronica wants to fuck smokey the bear for the sick thrill of pulling it off

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Teeth is more a team pet.. all stuff i'm glad we have simply because the henchmaniacs never got fleshed out. Pyronica also has a phd. Bill also has a lawyer named dan crabbleman he uses as a scapecrab because of course. His version of peter I suppose.

Eventually though the good times stopped; While they had nightmare dimension prom (death toll 300), it ultimately was found the dimensionw as dying and we find out HOW bill ended up here and why he hates the time baby so much. .

Now granted the section with the time baby, only a few pages.. didn't do much for me. I've never really been a fan of the time baby: he comes off at least a touch evil, if less here since ANYONE comes off less evil when compared to bill, and the only joke they seem to have is he acts like a baby but is an elder god or something. He's one of the weaker weridos our heroes encountered.

Thankfully bill defeats him and the dinsoaurs would rebound eventually

And we'd only have to deal with time baby a few times after this before Bill kills him

So we then find out why Bill was spread about history. Turns out, not suprisingly, he landed in gravity falls which was perfect for his nonsense. In 30 Million BC he found a small tribe and befriended it's local shaman.. then kinda killed that good will when his first portal created the bottomless hole, let loose sea monsters and killed a lot of people.

This is also where something clever about the book comes about, something I hadn't noticed in the show till Bill's history made it clear: While Bill CAN manipulate a person fairly well he has a huge weakness besides tin foil or techno: He dosen't care enough to hide how unhinged he is. Bill by this point in the story, after eons of self denial and surrounding himself with people who either enable him or he tortured until they enabled him presumably, simply can't grasp that maybe giving a kid deer teeth or a head that's always scremaing isn't the way to make a good first or second impression.

And those moments from the show did set this up well: i'd always assumed he did that shit because it was fun. See the "Your insane!" "Sure I am what's your point?" exchange that's the second thing he ever says. But now I get it's .. well still part that, Bill likes fucking with people.. but it's also that he can't turn OFF his need to fuck with people. Even in this very book instead of giving genuine if shallow love advice he wants you to lock someone in a love cage or become johnny cobra arms. And I mean the second one is sound advice if you've got sufficent padding or a venom immunity, who dosen't want cobra arms, but this book really hammers home that Bill , while good at praying on people's desperation... is REALLY bad at actually keeping them on the hook unless their already as mad as he is or their desperate. He has one exception in ford but as this book, journal 3 and the series all establish.. Ford is also weird, dosen't really get people or social norms. Not saying all societal norms are good.. but maybe don't give your grandaughter a gun Sixer.

It dosen't detract from Bill's threat, as Ford comes to horrifying conclude later... no one actually BEAT bill pemrenantly. The shaman simply banished him and gave out the prophcey for the finale.. a prophecy that ended up not working. Bill constnatly gets shooed away or bribed by people to please shoo, shoo good sir shoo.. but it's not till stan after centuries of work on earth that someone actually BEAT him.

But it does humanize him, even if calling him human is not even a stretch it's just innacurate, but it's the term we got: Bill's ultimate weakness isn't his ego or collection of sily straws: it's that he simply CAN'T stop being him long enough for someone to actually buy into his shit. He actually had the founding fathers listneing.. until he called martha washington hot lips. He nearly gets the US Government to get him to the president.. but can't reissit talking about how fun it'd be to set all the nukes off at once. He makes a truly fun looking silly siphonies style cartoon.. but then it's time to relase the bees

Bill for better and for worse can't help but be himself. his schemes usually drive people to madness or away. He's good at preying on people's desperations and it ultimately needed him his three days of weirdmageddon.. but but he's not good at pulling the long con and only managed it once in his long career.

Thankfully while the book has plenty of great failures from bill from his computer to his do wop group the cipher tones (And the insuing country music backlash record calling him the devil. Please the devil threw him out because living with him is like living in a living nightmare).

There's a few slightly meatier episodes: There's his days in the dark ages.. and one of the few times someone actually got the better of him: he seemingly cons a dark wizard into joining him, sending some knights on a fetch quest to get his copy of monty python and the holy grail. How Disney got away with using the full title I have no idea but they did. God I hope it's not the same copy I have. Turns out though said wizard pulled a sandman and trapped him in a glass orb somehow woven with unicorn hair. Granted it does lead to bill goign on a rampage the second he's free but said rampage gets him banned from Europe so we'll call this one a draw.

The other is the anti cipheretes, a turn of the century group that means well and is engaging.. but sadly tried to preent their findings publicly and their leaders gets intionalized. It's honestly sad.. all this guy wanted was bill out of his head and they lost.

There's also said Silly Symphonies detour where the walt disney expy uses it's a small world (not named directly but barley disguised) to drive bill out.

It's another fun section, filling things in and letting bill fuck with history. He even gets a genuinely heroic moment

Yeah Bill deals with the puritans.. and they piss him off something bad, their lack of imagination making most useless to him, their society being horrifcally stuffy even by the cipher standard of "Stuffy assholes won't let me fill a theater with bees. Charlitans", so he helps an abused local housewive used as a footstool discover what laughter is and soon forms a coven. Said coven inacts a bloody coup, sure.. but it was puritan times, this is the only way a feminism could happen.

We then get the penultimate chapter in our story: At this point it's the 80's, do a lot of coke and vote for ronald regan and bill.. is at the end of his rope. His last scheme is easily one of my faviorites...

I know disney won't because they hate merch but I genuinely hoope a fan recreates these to own. Even the 3d model used here would be appricated for printing.

But then... fate threw bill a bone: he started laughing. Uncontrollably.. lights turned yellow his image was on every computer and breakfast cereal... someone.. opened up gravity falls again.

This is where Ford comes in: In a clever twist the next bulk is from Ford's perspective, with Bill having somehow found pages ford torn out. This is great for two reasons: the first is that it allows us to see their story more on the ground.. and the second is it's a resonable explination why pages that would've defintely told dipper who the author was were missing: Bill points out Ford tore them out due to his own shame and vanity. The former was on display in the last mablecorn, with him not telling dipper and only not getting mindwipped because the horrifying experinces recounted in those pages made him get a plate in his head. The second was in the book: Ford's biggest weakness and one Bill fully took advantage of.. was his ego. Ford thinks a LOT of himself and while he is impressive, it's his need to be seen, to be recognized after being ostrachized most of his life that makes him easy to play like a fiddle before bill and made him stubborn and dangerous after.

Ford can't admit he was wrong and had he left that vunerablity in there the show might of gone diffrently and weirdmageddon probably woudln't of happened.

It also covers in the one gap the journal glaringly left out, but again for plot reasons: that winter Ford was at his cabin. It's a geninely touching story: Ford feels lonely, and bad that he didn't get fiddleford anything before McGucket goes to see his wife back home, and spotted dipper and mable's footprints.. and ends up kidnapped by the krampus and having to rescue a bunch of children because of where he lives. What's heartwaring is fiddleford returns.. and while he fucked up his relationship by forgetting to get her a present, though the shippers certainly got one with this story arc, Ford decorates the portal to cheer him up.

The bulk though is about Bill and Ford: While Fiddleford IS his friend, he's gone a lot because he you know has a life. We see a side we didn't really see too much in the journal but makes sense: Lonliness. Ford is just too dang weird and awkward to be around people, can relate and bill takes full advantage of that. We get to see bill play full on manipulative boyfriend as he preys on Ford's ego, need to not be alone and subtly tries to isolate him when stan comes up and after the heartwarming moment above. It's neat to see just how things went wrong, how Ford got played by bill. Like I said Bill can't hide who he is.. but it works here as Ford dosen't get people so while creepy as hell, Bill leaving a giant pile of dead rats in his name for his brithday and getting him karoke drunk is not a red flag. You also get the sense that while bill isn't remotely a good friend, person or triangle, Bill WAS fond of ford, he genuinely liked the guy and gets shitfaced when eh dosen't on "i'm totally fine juice" and crashes an interdimensional mexican restraunt. Also props to alex I didn't know I needed to see Ford and Bill hammered on seperate occaions but here we are.

Naturally it goes south and the post breakup is easily the most serious part of the book. There's still some great jokes, but it shows how horrifying bill can be. His first actions are, after Ford installs his lab's retinal scanner to keep bill out (since the pupil thing isn't just stylistic, it really happens), he beats the poor guys knuckles bloody trying to claw his way out. He revivies Zombies to stop ford at the mourge as it turns out he can control ANYTHING with a brain. That does lead to a really awesome moment I didn't see coming as Ford admits he's missing him.. but his aim is getting better

Yes they called back to THAT of all things.

It's then things get terrifying: Bill starts writing on ford's post it notes, taking his body at intevals since Ford let him in.. and it's something I just never thought of: while we saw what he could do to dipper, we knew it was a bad idea and he was able to get him out pretty quickly. This segment.. shows what happens when bill can come and go as he pleases. Fordapparenly would just pass out for a second and wake pu with notes.. and when Bill got tired of the post it note tag.. he went a bit further with what's easily my faviorite joke of the whole book

It's just so bill. Grante did' be terrified and probably dead from such a stunt, but it's still just.. so damn perfect.

Ford gets him back with it's a small world after all.. only for us to get to the most unsettlign portion of the book. Ford wakes up on the roof and finds bill left a tape. And while a portion of bills shenanigans, memoralized with polaroid are just hilaroius, like slapping a cop or getting a baby girl tatoo.. we also get shit like eating a jar of spiders (And as an arachnophobe the sentence I keep coughing up siders is.. a lot for me ) and hammering his own hand. We'd seen this kind of shit with Dipper.. but this is what he'd do when he dosen't necessarily NEED the body for himself.

The lowest though is Bill.. trying to call stan. And trigger warning for his next image as it's ... pretty fucking rough.

Yes Bill.. nearly sent a suicide note to stan over the phone in ford's name. It's only sheer luck and likely some lawsuits that saved it but it just hits so hard. Even as much as Ford hates stan.. he dosen't want this and is truly terrified. It strips away the wacky nonsense of bill and gets right to the point: bill is gaslighting and abusing ford, even making him forget his own name for a second, until he gets what he wants. The earlier parts showed him playing the more manipulative roll of abuser but now.. we see what happens when bill goes full on petty and vindictive and there's nothing humorous about it.

Thankfully ford got the plate in his head, he called stan, you know the rest.

It's here the book reaches it's climax: Ford contacts the reader again.. but in a nice bit while he begged them before.. he can't blame them. THe post weridmageddon character development shown in journal 3 stuck: he was where they were. Not only that while he hid the book from his family they found it and instead of turning all into bills.. they just laughed. They'd all grown enough to just find his attempts at playing them funny. They all took his embarssing past in stride. As Stan perfectly puts it "So you messed up a bunch. Guess that really makes you a pines". Stan of all people has EVERY reason to never let ford live this down.. yet does because he gets it. Everyone fucks up and it helps Ford see he's human.. and so's bill. Well again eh's a triangle man but he's ultimately as Ford puts it "A sad theater kid desperate for attention". This book isn't some grand demonic tone: it's the sad last effort of someone who already lost.

We get some fun letters from each pines: dipper and mabel both encourage the reader, and Mabel, even if she threatens to fucking murder bill if he goes after her brother again.. even offers Bill tips on getting over ford. Dipper sympathizes with the reader and also threatens to murder him. And stan.. well stand does what he does best.. promote the mystery shack. Yes even when he's not the owner he can't help plug it. But he also gives bill the biggest kick to the nuts of all: he dosen't care. He hasn't had the personal trauma the others have and just sees bill as another werido trying to steal his wallet like every other thursday in this town. Stan Pines murdered one of the greatest villians in history.. and he somehow tops that by not even carring.

We get Bill screaming STANNNLEEEYYY again, having been beaten and the reader convinced not to swap places with bill. Not only that Stan and co also figured out something important: If bill isn't dead but IS trying to escape.. where he is cant be good.

And we finally find out what happened to him. Which is a mild suprise as while it's VERY nice we found out, as seen in the rest of the book alex is keen to keep some secrets close to the chest. He teased at bill's possible return: the statue in the finale, the axotitl he invokes showing up in a non canon choose your own adventure story, that sort of thing... but it wasn't guarnateed going into this book we'd learn. Thankfully Alex, as ever knows when to not tell us stuff and when it'd be a real dick move not to and not in a funny way.

Bill made a deal with the axitotl to reincarnate. For those less familiar, all two of you the axitotl is some mysterious god taking the shape of that adorable creature whose as kind and benevolent as that sounds and even gave BILL a second chance.

He isn't, thankfully stupid.. and thus after a lifetime of lopsided deals.. just like with Stan moments before making this one.. Bill gets hit with a bad one. And the thing is unlike Stan who just flat out tricked Bill like Bill played so many people, the Axitotl didn't lie: it told bill he'd have to repent. It was bill's own ego that assumed he could scheme his way out

Instead bill is now inside the Theraprism, a maximum security dimensional prison that takes all commers and is filled with sterotypical therapy activites like arts and craft and constant group sessions. And while a tad unsettling it's honestly.. nicer a fate than I expected. It's still pure hell for bill.. but the place isn't EVIL. it geninely wants to help it's patients, even the worst people imaginable and while there's things like a sensory deprevation void, it's clearly because this place is essentially arkham asylym but ran compitently and with actual care towards ehabilitation. To let those who genuinely repent reincarnate.. granted there are options like "cloud of spore sor a butterfly" but I get that maybe Freddy Kruger dose'nt need to come back as a wolverine and possibly maul faces. Let him get a chance at that third time around.

But for Bill.. a place to self reflect, heal and come back as something powerful.. as hell. There's no ESCAPE: whatever's running this place is clearly powerful enough to hold fucking BILL down. Darcy's helmet is there too in a nice little cameo and I wouldn't be suprised if every dead disney villian deemed enough of a threat was here. Honestly making Bill and Belos room together is the punishment they deserve. or belos does, Bill would get a kick out of having someone to torment so maybe just let him do it in moderatoin. As a treat if he participates in group.

It's Bill.. trapped in his own personal hell... a place he can't escape through manipulation, surrounded by people he dosen't respect, with the only way out being self reflection and a cursed arts and craft project that was quickly confiscated before it coudl take the reader. Bill's fate was already great in the show.. but this improves on it> Bil got conned twice and is trapped in a hell he could easily escape but never will because he just.. can't grow. He won't. He refuses to. His ego can't take it. So all that's left in the book is bill pathetically whimpering that SOMEONE wil lcome from him.. but with his henchmaniacs thinking he's dead and having spent his life burning bridges.. no one ever will.

This book is amazing. Read it if you can. A truly great little followup that fills in some gaps, is packed densely with jokes, has some really effective horror and has a truly amazing ending. Check it out if you haven't and if you can.

Thanks for reading

[bikinikillarchives]

Kathleen Hanna featured on the track "Heartbeat" on Mike Watt's 1995 debut album, “Ball-Hog or Tugboat?". Starts at 2:19.

"Hello! Mr. Watt. This is Kathleen Hanna returning your phone call, 'bout 3:45, on Monday, and it's about that fuckin' record that you asked me to do something for. And I guess I'm responding to that now 'cuz I have a few minutes and I just wanted to tell you...uh, I have a friend who was raped by, fucked by, whatever you fuckin' wanna call it by a guy on your record, gonna be on your record; he's a big rockstar! Yeah, when he was 27 and she was 13 he was a big rockstar too. And uh, I don't know if the phrase, "power imbalance" means anything to you. But uh, I'm just not so sure I wanna be included in your little white rock boy fuckin' hall of shame here, you know? And I'm just like, "do I wanna be sandwiched in between some of these guys that are just doing the whole, like, big-white-baby-with-an-ego-problem thing?" I mean, [sigh] get over it! It's so boring. It's like, a lot of these guys should just fuckin' quit music and become lifeguards at like Wild Waves or some shit, so they can just like get their fucking, you know, anger management thing going, they can just get their power trips out on the kids, they can just do the whole thing. Maybe they'd be actually saving someone's life; "hey! Don't run by the pool. No cutoffs." You know? That's what I hear when I hear some of this, you know, music by a lot of these fuckin' guys, you know? And I mean, I guess what I'm saying is, "I'm just too cool. To be on your fuckin' record." You know? It's like, I really don't wanna perpetuate or be included in a thing where it's just a bunch of like, I don't know, just like this new- the music coming out by guys right now in the sort of like rock world or alternative rock world or used-to-be-punk world or whatever. It's like the whole, "I'm a straight, white, middle class, male, rockstar guy, but I'm so fuckin' oppressed. I'm a loser baby why don't you kill me." [Sigh] Yawn. Like super fuckin' yawn. So yeah, I guess what I'm saying is: No. No. No. No, I'm not interested. No, I don't wanna be on your fuckin' record. No. But, um. Mr. Watt. Dude. Babe. Sir. Uh, you need to get me my fuckin' Annie soundtrack back like soon 'cuz you've had it forever and I know you haven't even fuckin' listened to it yet. So just like, gimme a call and tell me when that's going to happen. And, um. I'll talk to you then. Bye."

info from Addict.com under cut.

ATN: How about "Heartbeat" [the answering-machine message from Hanna on Mike Watt's 1995 album, Ball-Hog Or Tugboat?, during which Hanna says she's declining to appear on the record because an alleged rapist is also on it]?

KH: Yeah, that's different.

ATN: Now he called you up and asked you to do the actual song that your message is tacked onto?

KH: He didn't ask me to do a song. He didn't even ask me to do anything. I forced my way onto that record. OK, I'm going to tell you the truth. You caught me in an honest mood, 'cause usually I lie. That's really bad. I'm probably going to hang up the phone and have a total seizure, a panic attack. I'll be going, "Oh my God, I told the truth to someone." I met Mike Watt, I don't even remember where. And he was telling me about his album. And I said, "It sounds like there's only one woman on this whole record, and there's, like, 300 guys." I was like, "What's the problem?" And he was like, "Do you wanna do it?" He didn't even know me. I don't even know if he knew I was in a band. And I said, "Yeah." Then I walked away, and I was visiting New York City and staying in a friend's apartment. I just spent an hour thinking about what I would want to do. The whole idea was that I didn't want to be on the record, and I kind-of said I wanted to be on the record to be annoying. And then I was like, "Uh-oh, I kind-of said I would do this." I don't think he gave a shit whether I did it or not. He just was like, "Whatever, you can do it." He's a pretty nice guy, a pretty funny guy, a pretty smart guy. Then I was like, what do I wanna do? And I was like, Oh my God, do I really want to be on a record with fuckin' Henry Rollins at this stage of the game? I mean, I love Black Flag, but c'mon. And I was like, this is really weird company to be keeping. I was like, "I don't want be on it, but I do want to be on it," so I decided to record that ambivalence. The way I figured I could do that was to record me rejecting being on the record. So it's this whole thing of recording my absence. Or recording the absence of resistance. That was my idea, to have a record of absence on the record. It also made it an interesting thing because of the idea of authorship and ownership. People didn't know if I really had left that message on the machine, and then he just put it on without my permission. Or if I left the message on his machine hoping it would go on. The thing is, there was no machine, it was just a recording. He never really had my Annie record. I made that whole thing up, I barely even know him. It's just art.

ATN: It's perfect. It's almost Andy Kaufman-like. I have written down here to ask you if Watt asked for your permission.

KH: Yeah, he did. It was a specific art piece, and I can say it now because everyone's forgotten about it. Actually my friend from junior high heard it on the radio. I was like, "Oh my god." She's like, "You sound like such a freak, what's wrong with you?"

from Mike in 2020: "This song [Heartbeat] was going to be an instrumental. But it was like 45 guys on the record and I thought, “man, I gotta have more women on this”. So I got Carla. Petra and her sisters did some singing, played some violin… I asked Tifanny, a friend of J. Mascis, if she would sing. Actually, this song is made up of a Dos song, and a song I’ve written for the Minutemen, I put them up together. Anyway, the one person who asked to be part of this project was Kathleen Hanna. So, on this song, Tifanny sings the words that I wrote, and the words that Kathleen Hanna, I guess, recited, those are her words. I was in New York City, and I was already down with the studio. Thurston was with us. And he said: “You know what, we can use my answering machine, from the studio”. So, he had Kathleen call him up and leave the message you can hear in the song. So, that’s the recording. It’s not a real message, she makes up this… Some of that stuff is very real, but some of that is made up, for sure. That’s the way Kathleen is, she mixes up things together, but the impression you get by listening to that, is like she doesn’t want to be on the record. But that’s the complete opposite of the reality, she wanted to be on the record, she asked me to. But that’s what you can do with records, you can mess up with reality. I have been asked a lot about that. That’s the story. Kathleen wanted to be on the record, she was. You know, her husband’s on there. Ad-Rock. They’ve been married 26 years, she told me that I had something to do with it. But come on, I was just trying to make a record. The same thing happened to Nels Cline and Yuka Honda. I made a record, you know, usually when I make projects, people don’t marry each other, but sometimes it happens. (laughs)"

[redstringraven]

For the TMNT Ask Game!

Could you do #21, #29, and #33?

heck yeah, i can! <:D and thank you!!!

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

21.) what is your favorite story arc?

i'm admittedly a major sucker for the turtles in space arc in s2 because i love triceratons--and especially traximus--if i haven't made that obvious already. i remember losing my mind as a teen when i saw a triceraton for the first time while that arc was airing, because it felt so specifically tailored to ME. i was a massive dinosaur kid, i borrowed dinosaur books from the library constantly, so now you're telling me we have talking dinosaur aliens??? i don't CARE if they're the bad guys, they're SO COOL??? did the writers do this FOR ME??? (they didn't). anyone who knows me also knows i have a tendency to latch onto secondary/minor characters (stares at the 10+ years i've spent writing for dol fma:brotherhood), so when traximus was introduced? bye. this is my favorite ally; the rest of you are great and all but i'm letting my bias win. remains true a decade later. triceratons aside, i also really appreciate it for just... opening up the world a lot more. it made it very, VERY clear that a lot more was out there than just new york. i like that.

29.) what is one headcanon that you have?

ooh, i've kind of been wanting to talk about this one 'publicly' (talked about it with jenn @plantdonutwrites in the past), but since i tend to be kind of on the shy side i usually get worried that i'll be annoying and chicken out of posting about it. >xD i'll use this as my excuse; thank you for enabling me. headcanon(s) on cursing/swearing! because for why! mikey self-proclaimed "good boy, UNLIKE RAPH". does not do a cuss. this is a headcanon shared with jenn since she writes for mikey in our rps. i do sometimes write him thinking cusses, though. such as "The damn thing could go invisible. Even if he had Donnie’s goggles on him, there’d be no body heat to track." in Pretend That I Never Left. might also internally monologue that he 'pissed something off' but won't verbally say it in those words. leo has sworn off cursing but definitely still curses sometimes. very much in line with his 1 and splinter's parenting, he considers cursing 'bad' and ergo doesn't partake in it... when he can help it. he usually has a strong mental filter running, but in times of high stress or high emotion, the filter will drop and he'll say "shit" instead of "shell" or exclaim "fuck!" without thinking. he also tends to drop the filter when alone with raph, because he knows raph won't judge him or think ill of him. also important to note he doesn't think lesser of raph for swearing; it's more of a self-monitoring/self-discipline... thing. if that makes sense. and raph knows this. they're chill. don does curse, but mostly uses it for comedic shock-value, casual moments, or as a bonding method with raph. don won't use curses in high stress or emotion moments like leo, he more does it in casual settings like playing video games or if dropping a swear will make a remark funnier because the swear was unexpected. his cursing is much more playful/humorous, or maybe kind of a way he 'bonds' with raph, like when they watch football together. i feel like he might also do it more around raph because it helps raph feel less like 'the bad kid'. since leo tends to hide or smother any cursing he does and kind of acts regretful afterward, and mikey just doesn't. raph cursing is regular vocabulary. attempts to censor himself around master splinter as a gesture of respect, but isn't always successful. fuck you.

33.) what is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

... kind of a toss up between Pretend That I Never Left and my enneagram series. not only did i work very, very hard on both things, but they were both contributions specifically focused on my interests. for the former: combining tmnt'03 with the world of horizon: zero dawn; and for the latter, analyzing the boys through the lens of the enneagram. PtINL gave me something to focus on during a really stressful time, and the enneagram is one of my favorite tools. i dunno. i put a lot of hours into both of those things, a lot of love, and i still enjoy looking back on them after all the time that's passed (even if it's not THAT much time). these two projects make me really happy. i'm proud of them. and i'm glad i took the time to let them exist, whether anyone else engages with them or not. i'm also very happy with how liáfsini is turning out, which is the realm that my OCs gwyn, ash and darach are from. i'm slowly fleshing it out, but seeing it become something real with a grounded culture, history, magic system, and ecosystem has been very exciting and satisfying. i'm really proud of it!!

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

TUMBLR SEXYMEN SHENANIGANS: INCORRECT QUOTES

@marshiestars I respectfully blame you for this brainrot but then again I thank you dsfgnhgfdsfgh

here we got the crackiest of crackships because honestly it's Tumblr, why not have some stupid fun?

Bill Cipher/The Once-Ler

Ghirahim/Mordecai

Alastor/Double Trouble

is DT a Tumblr sexyman? No. Do I care? No.

***

Alastor: Bye DT! Bye Ghirahim! Bye Mordecai! Bye Bill! Bye DT! 

Once-Ler: You said ‘bye DT’ twice. 

Alastor: I like DT.

***

Ghirahim: Mordecai, you know how much I love you… 

Mordecai, sleep deprived with his New York accent coming out: Whaddya want? 

Ghirahim: A partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILITY!

***

DT, handing a balloon to Mordecai: I have no soul. Have a good day! 

Mordecai, walking off: I don't have one either.

(*cue wheezing in the background*)

***

Alastor: *sees Mordecai and Ghirahim together* 

Alastor: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. 

DT: You mean... you ship them?

***

Once-Ler: Bill kissed me! 

Ghirahim: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! 

Once-Ler: It was unbelievable! 

Ghirahim: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! 

Alastor: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Ghirahim, get the wine and unplug the phone. Once-Ler, does this end well or do we need tissues? 

Once-Ler: Oh, it ended very well. 

Ghirahim: Do not start without me! Do not start without me! 

Alastor: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing? 

Once-Ler: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it. 

Alastor: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back? 

Once-Ler: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair. 

Ghirahim and Alastor: Ohhh. 

*meanwhile* 

Bill eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him. 

Mordecai: Tongue? 

Bill: Yeah. 

DT: Cool.

***

Alastor: Stressed. 

Mordecai: Depressed. 

Once-Ler: Possessed. 

Ghirahim: Obsessed. 

DT: Impressed. 

Bill: Chicken breast. 

Everyone: ...What? 

Bill: I just wanted to join in.

***

DT: Alastor is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Ghirahim: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Bill: Tackle him!

Mordecai: Dump him.

Once-Ler: Kick him in the shin!

Alastor: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

***

Ghirahim: Just be yourself. 

Bill: Really? Ghirahim, I have one day to win over Once-Ler’s parents. 

Bill: How long did it take for you guys to like me? 

DT: Couple of weeks. 

Alastor: Six months. 

Mordecai: Jury’s still out. 

Bill: See Ghirahim? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!

***

Alastor: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. 

DT: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? 

Ghirahim: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. 

Mordecai: Guys.

***

Bill, talking about Once-Ler: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

***

Mordecai: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. 

Ghirahim: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

***

Mordecai: Ghirahim... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? 

Ghirahim: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. 

Mordecai: 

Mordecai: I wrote sanitize, Ghirahim.

***

Once-Ler: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. 

DT: And you came to me?

***

Once-Ler: Bill and I got married!! 

Mordecai: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

***

Mordecai: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? 

Alastor: Put spaghetti in it. 

Mordecai: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. 

Ghirahim: Put spaghetti in it. 

Mordecai: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. 

Bill: Put spaghetti in it. 

Mordecai: I am no longer taking suggestions.

***

*Mordecai is casually searching around the room* 

Bill: Hey Mordecai, what’re you looking for? 

Mordecai: My will to live. 

*Ghirahim walks into the room* 

Mordecai: Oh, there it is.

***

Once-Ler: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together* 

DT: What are you making? 

Once-Ler: A mistake.

***

Ghirahim: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? 

Alastor: It’s not water. 

Ghirahim: Vodka! I like your sty- 

Alastor: It’s vinegar. 

Ghirahim: …What? 

Alastor: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

***

Bill: *writing a letter* 

Bill: Dear Santa, 

I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... 

And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

***

Alastor: Do you take constructive criticism? 

Ghirahim: Not without crying

***

DT: Hey Mordecai, Bill just broke my seashell lamp. 

Mordecai: Neat. I’m gonna die alone. 

DT: Okay, you win.

***

Mordecai: Go fuck yourself. 

Ghirahim: Come over here and fuck me yourself you coward!

***

Bill: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— 

Once-Ler: We’re married.

***

Mordecai: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. 

Bill: I will politely decline.

***

Bill: Eat shit and die, Mordecai!!! 

Mordecai: Eat shit and live, Bill.

***

Mordecai: Life is like Bill. It's short.

***

Ghirahim: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

***

DT: I’m having salad for dinner! 

Alastor: 

DT: Well, fruit salad. 

DT: Actually, it’s mostly grapes. 

Alastor: 

DT: Okay, it’s all grapes. 

DT: Fermented grapes. 

Alastor: 

DT: 

Alastor: 

DT: It’s wine. 

DT: I’m having wine for dinner.

***

Ghirahim: Change is inedible. 

Once-Ler: Don’t you mean inevitable? 

Ghirahim, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

***

Bill: I don’t even use tubberware anymore. 

Once-Ler: What are you saying? Say it again. 

Bill: Tubberware. 

Once-Ler: Say it again. Slow. 

Bill: Tubberware. 

Once-Ler: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable. 

Bill: Tub. 

Once-Ler: Wrong. 

Bill: What do you mean, wrong? 

Once-Ler: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P. 

Bill: What are you talking about? 

Once-Ler: Tupperware. Tupper. 

Bill: It’s tupper! 

Once-Ler: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be. 

Bill: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

(just another day for them huehe)

***

Ghirahim: Well, remember when Mordecai made a romantic dinner for me? 

Once-Ler: Ghirahim, he microwaved you a pizza.

***

Bill: A decision had to be made. 

Mordecai: And you fucked it up!

***

DT: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener. 

Mordecai: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because they are in love with them. 

Once-Ler: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for their secret deliveries in the middle of the night. 

Alastor: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other. 

Ghirahim: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending. 

Bill: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

***

Ghirahim: Talk dirty to me~ 

Mordecai: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. 

Ghirahim: Wha- 

Mordecai: The economy is in shambles.

***

DT: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. 

Alastor, blushing: Okay. 

Mordecai: It's fucking summer.

***

Ghirahim: Why do you not believe that ghosts are real? 

DT: Never seen one. 

Ghirahim: Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. 

DT: What can’t I see? 

Ghirahim: You can’t see gravity. That’s real. 

DT: Yeah, I can drop an apple. 

Ghirahim: Fuck.

(average drunken conversation between these two)

***

Mordecai: I love you. 

Ghirahim: Me too.

***

Ghirahim: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack. 

Once-Ler: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

***

Bill, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! 

Mordecai, not looking up from their book: Really? Ghirahim, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

***

Bill, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? 

Once-Ler: Yeah, sure. 

*A few minutes later* 

Once-Ler: Here you go. 

Bill: 

Once-Ler: 

Ghirahim: Why am I here?

***

Mordecai: Wow, they really hate us. 

Ghirahim: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. 

Mordecai: But we’re not gay, Ghirahim. 

Ghirahim: 

Mordecai: 

Ghirahim: We’re not?

***

DT: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you. 

Alastor: Aww, thanks— 

DT: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

***

Ghirahim: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. 

Mordecai: Okay. 

Ghirahim: And make out during the scary parts. 

Mordecai: Th- 

Mordecai: The scary parts. 

 Mordecai: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

***

Bill: Ah shit, I forgot. 

Once-Ler: Forgot what? 

Bill: How do you expect me to answer that?

[vanessashands]

When the world didn’t matter…

 summary: reader has been through a tough time and they decided they wanted to fight crime because of how much there was in New York so they took it into her hands to make sure that crime goes away, but as time went on, they got tired, and they lost important people behind, they lost themself.

Warnings:  depressive reader, mentions of suicide, ED, blood, fighting, yelling,PTSD, death ,angst.

Lmk if I missed anything!!

Writers note:This was the song I was thinking of when I made this. IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS THEN PLEASE DONT READ!!! I was listening to this song when I was making this so please enjoy and it is my first time making a fic so be nice. This is a veryyyy short fic so I’m sorry dm me if you want to request something or ask for a part 2

Started July 2nd

Finished November 28

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Empty, emptiness is all I felt like all the warmth was sucked away from me, I heard is a beeping noise then I woke up. 6:37 “ ah goddamn it I’m late” I get up from bed to feel the cold tile on the feet “having to do the same old thing again and again, when will it stop”

I had to get ready for school again, I skip breakfast and I would take my bike so I wouldn’t be so late. Seven minutes later I got to school I locked up my bike and I got to class “ah y/n your  finally here I was wondering where  you were” as I’m walking to my seat I heard “and also you have detention at the end of the day”as I walk to my seat flash and Gwen look at me and whisper “what happened are you okay?” I looked at them and said “leave me alone I don’t want to be in more trouble then im already in I just woke up late” I unzip my back pack and take out my notebook and start taking notes.

an hour later I got to the cafeteria i didn’t feel like eating today so I just grabbed a bottle of water and sat down, flash and Gwen looked at each other and started asking questions. “hey.. why aren’t you eating y/n I’ve seen you eat like…3 times within the week are you okay?” I haven’t really ate this entire month so, no I’m not okay but what does it matter I’m gonna die sooner or later, right? “Yeah Im just not hungry right now i feel nauseous tho” I feel nauseous because we haven’t ate, we might die, be isn’t that what we want? to die and never come back?

“….hello….hello…y/n! are you even listening? What happened?” “Oh uhh nothing I was just In my head sorry what were you saying flash?” “I’m worried about you y/n you’ve been zoning out a lot more and you seem kinda frail looking… but I um was saying-“ the bell rang “ oh I have to go but um, see you guys at 3rd period bye” they both say “bye!” As I walk down the hall to get to class I have this sharp pain in my stomach I clench my stomach and I crouch but as soon as I crouch, I get up 10 times faster and start walking down the hallway as I’m one of the first students to get to class I pick my seat out and I get my notebook and pencil and start writing.

Two periods and detention have gone by and school has already ended and as I’m unlocking my bike I’m biking home I feel the cool air on my neck and it’s calming it’s as if I have nothing to do, as if I’m a kid again but that feeling goes away when I feel water droplets on my head. I sigh and I keep going, a few minutes later I’m home and putting my bike in my backyard and entering through the back door I’m socked to the bone and as i pass my kitchen and go straight upstairs to go study that’s when I hear something from my police radio…

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This is my first fic and I just wanted to experiment but should I make a part two?

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

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This is from my TK has a little sister fic-

2014 -

The door to his dad’s office was open; TK could see that his dad was pacing back and forth like he did when he was on the phone. TK didn’t know what was happening, but knew it wasn’t good; he could practically seeing the veins in his dad’s neck bulging from thirty feet away.

TK pushed the door a little bit and leaned in the doorway. His dad had his back to him with his cell phone to his ear; he hadn’t noticed that TK was there yet. TK heard the ringing fade into a recorded voicemail — “Hello? Hello? JUST KIDDING!” TK rolled his eyes; that was his little sister’s outgoing message. TK had begged her to change it; even by teenager standards, it was obnoxious.

“Hey, Soph,” Owen said. “It’s me again. Still waiting to hear from you. I do hope that you’re enjoying these messages. Because they’re the last ones you’ll ever get”. He hit end call and pushed a few more buttons on his phone before lifting it to his ear again. While the phone was ringing, he noticed TK.

“I thought you left,” his dad whispered . “Your shift is over”.

“Yeah, I know”. TK said softly. “But Lyle told me to check on—” His dad held a hand up as TK heard his sister’s voicemail playing again. He motioned for TK to come inside and out of the doorway. TK sat on the couch as his dad started leaving another voicemail for his sister.

“Hi, Sophie,” his dad said, in a tone so eerily calm it made TK nervous. “The last message I left you. I’m worried that I was unclear. What I meant was, when I track you down, I’m taking away your phone. And locking you in a tower for a long time. A very long time. We’re talking the garbage will have filled the state of New York and blocked out the sun and we will be freezing half to death before you are allowed out again. And that is before it’s your mother’s turn to deal with you. Call me. And get your ass back here. Actually, do both those things. Bye”. He clicked off the call and collapsed next to his son on the couch.

“Well, I know getting that message would make me eager to call you back,” TK joked. His dad shot him a sideways glance.

“Well, your sister didn’t respond to your mom’s calls, either”. He sighed.

“Want me to try?” TK asked. “I could text her. See if I can find out where she is”.

“We know where she is”. His dad showed TK a text that he had received from Gwyn. “New Brunswick. House party. This is off something called an Instagram live”. TK had several different questions at once, the least of which was that he was curious when his mom had learned to use Instagram.

“What the hell is she doing in Jersey?” was the question TK went with.

“You know son, I’m curious about that too”. Owen sighed. “And your mother’s in Boston for a client this weekend, so she sent me the address and I said I’d go pick her up. And I’ve also got three guys out sick, and Lorraine is supposed to be come by tonight and drop her key off”. He dropped his phone on the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know Dad,” TK said, “I can help”.

“You know I can’t let you work tonight,” his dad said without looking at him. “You’ve gotten too much overtime this week as it is. Plus, you need to sleep”.

“Look who’s talking”. TK murmured, half to himself. “What I meant was,” he said louder, “I can go pick Sophie up and bring her back here”.

His dad looked at him in surprise. “You would?”

“Well, I certainly don’t want to wait for Lorraine,” TK replied. “And I think there’s a car I could use. June told me to call her if I needed anything”.

“You really think your sponsor would let you take her car?” his dad said, surprised.

“For just anything, no”. TK said, getting his phone out. “But to pick up my dumbass sister and drag her back here, yeah I think she’d be cool with that”. He was focused on his phone that he was unprepared for his dad to lean over and engulf him in a hug.

“Dad,” TK said in a more whiny tone than he meant to. “Still at work. We’ve talked about this”.

“I know, I know,” Owen said as TK got up. “I can’t help it. I really appreciate this, TK”.

“Don’t worry about it”. TK said as he headed for the door. Which , he knew his parents were both royally pissed off with his sister, but secretly, he was happy to have something to do.

Tk poked his head back in the office. “Dad, are you okay? With the Lorraine stuff going on, I mean”.

His dad exhaled slowly. “One crisis at a time, kid”.

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[lunatriense]

Really confused by Weiss bewailing the destruction of her home country, like this was something she honestly didn't see coming, if she was likewise espousing that stupid plan to use the staff, which meant Atlas sooner or later would flop. Unless they were planning on reusing it to lift Atlas again in the nick of time once they'd done evacuating everyone, but I highly doubt it.

Weiss "This is my home. And I'm not giving it up without a fight." Schnee

Also Weiss a volume later: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️👋 bye bye Atlas

But to be fair she probably prioritized the lives of people over the territory. Yeah, an entire kingdom is gone, bad, but at the very least most of its people and the people of Mantle are alive. On second thought, why force people to migrate elsewhere if they could evacuate Mantle's citizens to Atlas via portals using the staff, and then using the staff again, lift Atlas with everyone to the atmosphere?

It's even worse than that tbh. Let's say she prioritised people's lives; cool, but how many did they actually save? We saw a couple hundred survivors on the other side of the portal; Cinder says thousands escaped. In either case, the population of Atlas and Mantle must necessarily be in the millions, given their size and CRWBY having said they're supposed to be like New York City. Whether RWBY & Co saved a few hundred or a few thousand, it's a fraction of a percent of the people that were there. The vast majority of the Atlesian populace died with the cities.

[dreamofbona]

starlight - park jongseong

summary: when your family decides to move, you're not happy at all. even though your social life is crumbling, you want to stay in new york. besides, what's to say that life in seattle will be better?

alternatively: you move to seattle and learn how to live (2521-esque)

genre: high school au, fluff, angst

pairing: jay x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.3 k

other characters: jake, heeseung, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, sakura, huening kai, taehyun

Chapter Two:

Days pass, and you continue getting accustomed to Seattle. By the end of your first week, you can confidently say that you think this friend group is gonna last.

It’s the Saturday after the first week of school that you get the text. It’s in the big group chat.

jjongsaeng: i’m bored. anyone up for going 2 the beach? 

jenjen: don’t you have hw?

jjongsaeng: i’m a procrastinator

heehee: i’m up for the beach

heehee: when we going?

aussie boyy: we should do hw @ the beach

zuha: that defeats the purpose of the beach

heehee: yk it’s a fact when zuha speaks on it

heehee: our fav internet grandma zuha

heehee: she probably spent an hour typing that out we should respect that effort

zuha: i resent that

chaechae: i’m in. i’m also a procrastinator. 

jenjen: *sighs* fine then

jjongsaeng: this convo is literally over text. u can’t sigh like that

jenjen: dramatic effect jjong. it’s an art. 

jenjen: anyways y/n, kai and tyun r awfully quiet. r yall hanging without us?

y/n: no never! i’m gonna have to opt out tho lots of hw

chaechae: NO

chaechae: no hw ur coming to the beach

y/n: … 

y/n: fine then but if i fail history that’s on u chae u go talk to my parents

heehee: yay! kai? tyun? 

kai: sorry can’t make it i got a coffee date

jenjen: A DATE?! WITH WHO?! SPILL THE TEA CHILD

kai: no. bye. 

aussie boyy: guess we’ll have to interrogate him on monday 

aussie boyy: tyun? taehyun? kang taehyun? hello? 

tea-hyun: can’t sorry. prior commitment. next time yall

Once everyone’s decided whether or not they can come, you and the others text separately to figure out rides. Jay, Chaewon, and Jake can drive, so you assign rides based on proximity. 

jjongsaeng: alright then. so, we’ll meet at the beach. well, i’ll see y/n and jen soon. 

You see a black sedan pull up outside your house, and a head of blonde hair gets out. You grab the bag you’d prepared for the beach, run down the stairs, but fail to beat your parents out the door.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jay. Jay, these are my parents.” you say, quickly. “Great! Now that we have introductions out of the way, beach time!” 

You try to get out the door, but your dad says, “Wait, hold on a second. I want to meet your friends.”

“Another time, Dad,” you respond. 

“So, Jay,” your dad goes on, “you’re also a junior? What’re you interested in?”

Jay nods, “Yeah, I’m also a junior. In school I like English and History. Outside of that, I love the arts - singing, dancing, painting - and fashion.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” says your dad. “I have zero fashion sense. Anyways, you guys are going to the beach?”

You nod, “Yeah, I already told you, you said sure, go and have fun.”

“I know,” your dad says. “So, is it just the two of you?”

“No,” says Jay. “We’re picking up another friend, and then the others are meeting us there.”

“Nice,” says your mom. “Sounds like fun. I’ll have to meet all of you at some point. Invite them over, Y/N,” she says to you.

“I will,” you respond.

“Alright, we won’t hold you kids any longer. Go have fun. Don’t get eaten by a shark!” says your dad.

You roll your eyes, following Jay out the door and into his car. He gets in the driver’s seat, you sit in the passenger seat - perks of being the first one picked up - and he starts making conversation. It’s nice, but you’re also a bit shocked: this is the most he’s talked to you since the first day of school. 

“So, how’s your weekend been so far, Y/N?” he asks, glancing at you before looking back at the road (he’s a safe driver like that). 

“It’s been good,” you say. “I slept in, it’s Saturday so waffle day, and then I procrastinated, did homework, watched YouTube videos, procrastinated, did more homework… What about you?”

Jay chuckles, “The same, pretty much. Homework is, well, homework. Depending on the class, it’s either fun, bearable, or torture.”

“So true,” you agree, “I love English homework, it’s so fun. I’m also okay with History and Science. Hate math homework though. It’s good practice but an awful experience.”

“I love History homework,” says Jay. “I find it so cool to learn about different time periods. I also like looking at pictures and drawings, seeing what people wore, what the beauty standards were. Did you know that in Florence, back in the 1600s, women bleached their hair in the sun and dyed it with urine? Having blonde hair was the beauty standard, and that’s how they did it.”

You crinkle your nose, disgusted. “Ew.”

“They also,” Jay continues, “believed that bigger foreheads were more attractive, so they’d pluck hair to move their hairline further up.”

“Beauty at the price of pain,” you say, not knowing how to respond. “I could never do that.”

Jay laughs, “Me neither.”

You then pull up to a gorgeous house, painted light blue, with a long dark driveway. Just as Jay parks the car, Jen runs out the door, bag in hand.

“Thank God you’re here,” she says. “My parents wanted me to do homework while waiting. Math homework.” She waves towards the house, before sitting in the backseat. “I hate doing math homework with them.”

“Did your parents also ask you to memorize times tables and recite them when you were eight?” you ask, and Jen laughs, nodding. 

“Yup. Awful childhood experience. Especially because we have calculators, like I get that they grew up not using calculators, but I don’t need to memorize basic math. I’d rather memorize song lyrics.” she says. 

“Relatable,” says Jay.

You three carry on, discussing school and adults and life. Before you know it, Jay’s parking the car, and then you three get out, grabbing your bags and meeting up with the others.

“I’m traumatized,” is the first thing Zuha says. “She drives like a maniac.”

Chaewon pouts, “I’m a good driver. The state of Washington agrees.”

“Maybe back then,” says Zuha, “but not anymore. I’m never sitting in a car with you again.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” argues Chaewon, but Zuha’s shaking her head.

“You ran through three red lights, rolled through four stop signs, didn’t blink when changing lines, went 20 miles over the speed limit, yelled at slower drivers - they could hear you, Chae, calling them “fucking idiots”. I was scared someone would snap and follow us. Road rage is a very real thing.” 

Zuha looks exhausted, Chaewon is pouting, and everyone else is laughing. You included. Who would’ve guessed that Chaewon was crazy behind the wheel? Well, everyone, actually. You’d been shocked that she had her license. For good reason, you now know.

“I’m not driving back with you,” says Zuha.

“I’ll give you a ride,” responds Jake. “Your house is on my route anyways.”

Zuha breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Then who will go with me? I’ll be all alone,” Chaewon whines. 

“That sounds like a you problem,” says Heeseung. “I’ll go with you though. I want to sit in a car with you. It’s like a free amusement park ride. Six Flags will be a piece of cake after sitting in a car with you.”

Everyone laughs, and you all start walking towards the sand. Jake brought a beach umbrella, and you set it up, along with some lawn chairs and towels. You all brought snacks, and Heeseung has a cooler as well filled with cold drinks.

The beach is fun. At one point, you all go in the water, splashing each other. Heeseung shoves Jay in the water, who then shoves him back. Jake is watching, laughing, until he gets dunked in the water by Jen. Everyone splashes and jumps and screams and it’s a fun time, something you had never done with your friends back home. 

You also talk a lot with Jay. It makes you happy - all of your friends are nice, but there’s something about Jay that draws you in. He’s so thoughtful, kind, funny. He tends to be quiet, but sometimes he’s extremely loud and energetic and he absolutely brightens the room. Because of his more quiet tendencies, it feels more authentic and thoughtful when he does speak and engage in conversation. It also feels more personal, private, like whatever he’s telling you is for you alone, like he’s making a special effort to tell you about a piece of him. You like getting pieces of him. It makes you feel like you’re closer to figuring him out. And you want to figure him out - he has an incredible smile, and you want to know the secret behind it. You want to make that smile happen. 

Jay sits next to you on the sand, talking about the way the sun’s light is hitting the waves of the ocean, about how it would make for such a nice painting. Not a picture, a painting. Jay’s so artistic. 

“You should paint it,” you tell him as he’s pondering out loud the different shades of blue and green that would be mixed to replicate the color of the ocean waves. 

“Should I?” he asks, “I’m not a great artist.”

“I don’t believe that,” you respond. “Paint it. I feel like you know a lot about art.”

Jay shrugs, “I like art. I think it’s because I also like history, and fashion. Art is so intertwined with both of those areas. I mean, all three are intertwined, really. There’s history and art behind fashion. There’s art and fashion throughout history. There’s art from different historical time periods, and fashion is art…” he rambles on for a bit, before blushing, “I’m probably boring you, aren’t I?”

You shake your head, “Not at all. I’ve never really thought much about any of those connections, or subject areas, so it’s interesting to learn about it. It’s cool that you think so much about it. Especially the attention to detail - details are so important, but people always gloss over them.”

Jay grins, “I feel the same way. Art without details, writing without details, anything without details, really, would be so dull, vague, uninteresting. Details give life to things.”

Through the glare of the sun, you try to focus on the details in his smile. “They really do,” you agree.

You really enjoy the beach day. It’s a good break from studying, and it’s fun to spend time with your friends. Between conversations on the sand, hanging out in the water, picnicking in the shade, you feel a sense of community and belonging. 

You’re also really happy because of Jay. You’ve talked to him so much today, and it makes you happy. It’s a weird feeling, and it makes you nervous - you feel giddy and excited whenever you talk to him, and you never feel like that around other people.

Later that night, you’re in your pajamas, getting ready for bed. You’re under your covers, about to turn your light off, when your phone buzzes. 

You’re not all that sleepy, so you pick up your phone from your nightstand, and see a notification. It’s in a group chat with Jen, Zuha, and Chaewon.

jenjen: so are we gonna talk abt jay and y/n?

y/n: ??

y/n: there’s nothing to talk abt?

zuha: yup and chae’s a good driver

chaechae: i resent that but i agree

jenjen: zuha stop talking abt chae’s driving for one second

jenjen: we have more important matters to discuss

zuha: 🙄

jenjen: do u like him back?

chaechae: that’s a stupid question it’s obvious she likes him

y/n: i don’t like him! I like being friends w him but just that

zuha: stop lying to yourself! ur acting like chaewon rn

chaechae: i’m feeling v unsafe in this gc rn

zuha: that’s how i felt in a car w u

jenjen: zuha, very kindly, shut up abt chae’s driving 

jenjen: anyways, y/n, do u like talking to jay?

y/n: yes

jenjen: do u like seeing him smile?

y/n: yes, doesn’t everyone?

jenjen: did u blush when u saw him with wet hair? water droplets falling on his skin?

y/n: … maybe. didn’t the rest of u?

jenjen: y/n, sweet sweet child, NO 

zuha: no

chaechae: no

jenjen: confirmed y/n likes jay

chaechae: and he likes her back he’s kinda pathetic abt it

chaechae: bro drove out of his way to pick her up before jennifer

y/n: he did?

zuha: he didn’t want his gf to die in a car w u

chaechae: i want to block her, can i block her?

jenjen: anyways, it’s obvious he likes u

jenjen: he wouldn’t stop talking to u today, after a week of barely talking to u

zuha: it’s cuz kai’s on a date, so he knows y/n and kai don’t have a thing

y/n: he thought kai and i had a thing?

jenjen: u didn’t know? he looked so pissed everytime u talked to the kid

jenjen: i was half expecting a fight 

chaechae: i wish there was a fight that would be funny

zuha: this is why u shouldn’t have a license

y/n: well at least he knows that kai and i aren’t a thing

y/n: speaking of which who’s kai dating?

jenjen: idk, kid refused to tell me

chaechae: i have a few ideas but i’m not sure

zuha: idk, we’ll see monday

jenjen: as long as it’s not u, it doesn’t matter

jenjen: i’m the captain of jay x y/n and i need to see my ship sail

y/n: so u guys r sure he likes me?

zuha: yes

chaechae: yes

jenjen: yes

y/n: huh

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[masterkiszka]

English Coffee

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Chapter 9.

I sat across from Jess, in another Italian place. We both have a soft spot for Italian, which is why we always end up here having heart to hearts.

‘So, tomorrow we go to New York. You excited?’ She said to me smiling, I glanced up at her and smiled lightly. ‘Very! I can’t wait. I have always wanted to see central park.’ I said as our food came over. ‘So we are good now for designs until Europe. Just the basics until then, like fixing loose stitching and all that.’ She said digging into her pasta. ‘Yeah sounds good to me! I’ll get on to that when we arrive tomorrow while they perform.’ I said sipping my beer. ‘Cool, so how are things with you guys?’ She said, looking at me nervously. Fuck, I hate when she brings this up.

‘Ugh, I told you we are fine! We agreed to be friends and that’s what we are. I mean it’s been over a month and we are fine. It’s alright, no awkwardness.’ I said, smiling at her. ‘If you’re sure Flo, I mean I gotta give it to you guys. After everything, just moving on? Amazing.’ She said smirking, I know what she was doing. She wanted me to admit it was shit. She wanted me to tell her that everything was horrible, and I was distraught.

‘I mean yeah, it was awkward. Really awkward. But, it was never gonna work you know? I live in fucking Scotland, like what the fuck? Talk about long distance, and you can’t guarantee he would be faithful. The temptation is horrific while he would be touring. It’s better this way.’ I said, brushing over the subject. ‘Whatever you say hunny.’ Jess said, still smirking at me.

It had been a few months since the incident, as I like to call it. Josh told me he was getting feelings for me, I told him I was getting feelings for him. But I told him things would never work, that it’s not going to be worth all the stress and upset it would cause. Not to mention that we would probably lose the friendship we have made along the way. He didn’t take it so well, it was hard. Really hard. It was awkward for a little bit, I’m pretty sure everyone noticed that something was going on between us. But no one has asked, which I am thankful for. It just would have made it worse. It seems to of settled down now, we are friends. I think. I mean we talk, but it seems off.

We finished our food and started making our way back to the hotel. ‘So tomorrow we fly at 10. Get there for about 12, and head to the arena. Get started on checking the costumes and fixing them. Then we can just relax and watch the show!’ Jess said as we walked into the lobby. It was about 8 now so I was just going to head to bed, we stepped into the lift and she looked over at me. ‘So i’ll see you at 08.30? We fly at 10, so we will head to the airport early.’ She says pulling out her phone and typing away. ‘Sounds good, is it just us?’ I said, looking away trying to appear unbothered by the fact that if we are flying with Josh I might just die.

‘Yeah, yeah just us. The guys will fly out a bit later.’ She said smirking slightly at me. ‘Oh stop doing that.’ I said rolling my eyes. ‘I’m not doing anything. Just smiling at my good friend.’ She said pulling me in by hooking her arm round my neck, she pulled me close and cuddled me. The lift doors opened and she let me go, she pushed me forward before coming next to me. ‘Now go to bed your grandma, I will see you in the morning.’ I laughed loudly while pulling my key out my bag. ‘Bye Jess.’ I said while closing the door. ‘Bye hon!’ I heard her call while opening her door.

I sighed while looking at my suitcase in the corner, better get packing. I put the tv and scrolled through until I settled on the news, better to have something as background noise even if it is depressing. I started to pick up all my loose things and chuck them in the suitcase. My phone pinged as I walked into the bathroom, I pulled it out and looked at the notification.

Greta

Jake: What time is our flight tomorrow ?

Danny: I swear it’s like your brain is a sieve, I have told you 3 times

Jake: So, when is it ?

Sammy: It’s at 1 idiot

Danny: Thank you Sammy

Danny: I was expecting you of all people to forget

Jake: Flo, what time are you and Jess flying?

Flo: 10 we fly out so we can get started early on the touch ups

Sammy: Flo call me pls

Danny: Just act like we don’t exist them Sammy

Jake: Oohhh Danny is on one today !!!!

Josh: Why are we flying out at 1?

Sammy: Cause we will definitely not be up and ready at like 9 to get to the airport for 10

Josh: Speak for yourself I will be up

Sammy: Well I won’t be, anyway we already have all the tickets so you can’t get an earlier flight

Jake: Flo can you pleaseee remind Jess to sew up the sleeve on my black jacket, she will know the one, I want to wear it tomorrow

Flo: I will indeed darling

Sammy: Flo I said call me !!!!

Flo: Omg give a girl a minute I am packing

Sammy: Talk to me while you pack?

I laughed softly to myself and brought up facetime, I clicked Sammy’s name and waited for him to answer.

‘You know for someone who wanted to facetime immediately you took ages to answer.’ I said smirking, I picked up my toiletries bag and started to pack my items in. ‘I was busy.’ He said, ‘You make it sound like I should just wait for you.’ I picked up my phone and walked out. He was walking around his room packing his suitcase, ‘Well you should i’m great and your best friend.’ He said coming back into view, ‘Mmm true, but I wouldn’t say best friend.’ I saw his face drop and his mouth fall open, I started to giggle lightly. ‘Excuse me?’ He said, his tone changing into shock. ‘I don’t think we are quite there yet Sammy. I have Orla remember.’

I heard a chuckle in the background, ‘Who’s that?’ I asked folding clothes to put in the suitcase. ‘Um, it’s Josh. He is here getting something from Jake’s stuff he leant him.’ He said, avoiding eye contact with me. He looked nervous, he wouldn’t look at me and he was fiddling with a belt he was packing. ‘Oh, hi Josh!’ I said before walking out of shot and into the bathroom. I was trying to avoid conversation as long as I could, even though I knew it was inevitable.

I took a deep breath and scanned the bathroom for any more of my things. I could hear low talking from my phone when I walked back into the room. ‘Flo?’ Josh said, I froze and stared at the screen. Sammy was in the background picking up some wires from the floor, Josh was in frame now sitting on the bed. His hair was not styled, and sitting messily on top of his head. He was dressed in some jogging bottoms and a black jumper, he always looked gorgeous in regular clothes.

‘Yeah?’ I said strolling into frame, trying to act like I wasn’t stood debating to ignore his call and pretend I didn’t hear it. ‘What time are you getting to the airport tomorrow?’ He said staring at me, ‘Didn’t we already go over this?’ I said smiling to myself while going through my bag making sure it was all there. ‘Uh, yeah but I forgot.’ He said running his hand over the back of his neck. He looked nervous, it was making me nervous. ‘Um I think 9 so i’ll be up for 7.30-8 panicking I don’t have everything.’ I said, slightly mumbling. I didn’t want to look at him, I don’t know what I would feel if I looked at him.

‘Oh, if you’re going to be up anyway. Did you maybe want to get a coffee?’ He said, he was looking down while speaking. Sammy was stood behind him, still acting like he is packing. I knew he was done, it was blatantly obvious he was finished and was just listening in to Josh. ‘Yeah, yeah I think that’s okay. I can meet you in the lobby?’ I said, trying not to stumble over my words. ‘7.30? Just a quick one, we can walk and get it to takeaway?’ ‘Yeah sounds good Josh.’ I said looking up at him smiling lightly.

He nodded smiling at me. ‘Right, get out now then. You asked to speak to her that’s why I let you in, you spoke now let me speak to Flo.’ Sammy said pushing him, I laughed loudly and watched as he kicked Josh out. So he only came into the room to speak to me? I have no idea how to feel. I need to ring Orla. ‘So, Hannah is coming tomorrow and she wants to meet you. She has asked for drinks about 6 before we go on at 8.30. I said you will meet her at the venue and she will come to your office thing and you guys can chat.’ He says while smiling wildly at the camera. ‘Oh, sure ! I am so excited to meet her.’ I said picking up my phone to walk back to the bathroom. ‘Good! Now get some sleep.’ He said before abruptly hanging up. Classic Sammy.

[toehwa6]

Well, I just got home from work and I had a real wacky day so I figured since my girlfriend is in New York at the moment I’ll just yell this into my phone

So I get to work and have a bunch of shit to do and I have a meeting at 9:30 that usually last like an hour so like OK meeting

Then the meeting starts and then it’s over because there’s nothing to do except talk to my dumbass coworker about how Mexico was when he went to go see his weird wife

It is now 10 o’clock and I am dying. I’m like I gotta do something. I don’t know. I’m fucking out here.  then I went and did my work.

These idiots spoke until 11 o’clock about Mexico and thank God I got the fuck out of there

Anyway, got my work stuff done. My one supervisor came in and he asked me if I had ever tried mushrooms and then he showed me mushroom tinctures or some bullshit.

But then I go to appointment at my job where I talked to people and the first guy I talked to you at this facility. I’m like what do you like about this place and he goes well. I’m excited to be around females and I’m like oh yeah and he’s like yeah I’m like super into white women and there’s a lot of them here.

I’m like OK guy well I’m not gonna write that in my report but I hear you but then he goes yeah bro I got a problem. I just can’t stop masturbating and I’m like OK. Well, I don’t think I’m gonna write that in my report, but I hear you.

This motherfucker goes tell me about he won’t bring any problems up with staff because he doesn’t wanna be seen as a snitch. It made me so sad. I’m not supposed to say shit but I was like come on now like think about this shit ain’t what the fuck this is dumb as hell

He told me that he liked my hair and all this weird shit but I think that he was happy I was helping him, but that was nice. He was a nice guy. I didn’t have to talk to anybody else.

My partner left to go back to work and I’m behind them and then they suddenly stop in the middle of the road so a car behind them and in front of me passes her and I pull up thank God there’s no one behind me and I pull up and she just like what’s up

What are you doing? You’re parked on the side and she goes. Oh do you know about the Goodwill outlets? I’m like yeah what the fuck about what you talking about and she goes do you want to go to the Goodwill outlets here?

I’m like bitch no I wanna go home and no get don’t park on the side of the highway

Then later on it turns into a single road with the right lane has to turn and the left lane go straight. I’m like oh where is this bitch go she’s going right

And then she literally cut off the car in front of me just drives right into them, but she didn’t hit them. Just cut them the fuck off.

Fucking bitch

I don’t know I’m trying to think what else happened. I think that’s about it.

Hit 1000 streams hit 100

My boss is cool with me having self harm scars on my arm and gave me some weird reassuring comments about it

Everything going good in my world

All right, see ya bye