#gwen he literally did not say anything. chill out

[spicypepperjack]

Miles: Hey, Gwen! What's u-

Gwen: From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again...I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you—I can't breathe. You are in my very soul, tormenting me...what can I do? I will do anything you ask. If you are suffering as much as I am, please, tell me. You're asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do. Believe me, I wish I could just wish away my feelings, but I can't.

[spdrvyn]

miguel being comforting during your period mood swings | drabble

very fluffy. hurt/comfort. reader is a spider-person. projecting MASSIVELY in this one. my bad guys! author had a very bad not good day so this is to ease my nerves a little, enjoy and eat up

Miguel had very much noticed when it started. Your avoidance of him started somewhere around 3 days ago, whenever he made attempts to talk to you, you'd be feeding him as little as possible. It irked him to say the least and he missed you and when he felt like looking at you, you just weren't there.

It wasn't that you seemed mad at him or upset about something else, you were giving him nothing to work with was all. He struggled to figure out if there was something going on, surely you couldn't be that tired every time you talked to him, right?

No, he couldn't stand by this. His duties as your lover were being unfulfilled the longer he stood by and watched you (supposedly) be miserable, this shall not prevail!

He wanted to catch you at a time with not many Spider-People in HQ, he knew that you'd be up anyway. Miguel had brought you to many scenic areas, so he frequented those every once in a while to check if you were there. It was the most bountiful search he'd ever been on and his senses had never been sharper before.

That was when he saw you, perched on one of the many columns. You wore a sweater over your suit to accommodate for Nueva York's chilling cold at night, Miguel rushed to your side. Literally.

You startled with a shrill scream when he landed right beside you, the sound of him landing was thunderous almost. "Jesus fucking Christ, Miguel! Where did you even come from?!"

"That's not important," he doesn't give you any time to process what's going on before you're being scooped up, feet dangling slightly in the air as your hands fly to his shoulders.

"Wha– Miguel!"

"Are you okay?" You paused. "You aren't."

"I didn't say anything for like one second," you sighed. "What is this about? You don't usually drop from the sky when you need me."

"You've seemed off and distant," Miguel had slowly begun to set you down, but still kept his arms wrapped tight around you. Normally, he'd be concerned for the potential amounts of people watching him. But whatever, let them stare. "It's not me, not work, and not friends. What is it? You can talk to me."

You bite your lip. "I've just–" you rubbed your face infuriatingly with your hands. "I'm on my period right now."

"Oh."

"I- I know, it's not the best excuse, but I've been distant because I just didn't want to say anything mean. Gwen made a joke I didn't like, some other spiders were talking about you funny, and I already yelled at Peter B. yesterday so I- I just—" Your head hung low, your shoulders dropped. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Miguel felt like an idiot for not noticing. It all made sense, you opted out on certain missions that seemed too physically taxing. You haven't been to HQ's gym in a while too. Not to mention that you've been avoiding coffee like it was the plague no matter how much you loved it.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, "That one's for Gwen."

He pressed another to your nose bridge, "For the spiders."

He pressed two to your nose bridge, "This is for Peter."

Then he pressed five to the other side of your face, "And these are just in case I did anything that upset you beforehand."

"You didn't do anything actually," you said. "But thank you. You're always so sweet."

"That's just a given, isn't it?" Miguel pressed his forehead against yours. "Baby, you can always tell me when something is bothering you. Even if it's your period. I'll try to do my best to make you feel better, now what do you need?"

"A smoothie and take-out..."

"Let's go get it then."

[oinkoink321]

Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pav, and  Miguel with a cheerleader!Reader. 

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Guys, I cannot stress enough how amazing cheerleading is. Like say what you want whether it’s a sport or not but have you seen those routines?!?!? Literally inhumane!!!! And as a cheerleader I want (need) to see more fics about this 😭

This is an “x reader” Reader is a Flyer/top girl (the person that gets thrown/put up in the air in stunts). Reader will  not be a spider person in this fic (sorry guys). Reader is implied to be on the quieter side or not “look” like a cheerleader(on Hobie’s part). Anyways, if there’s anything I can improve or change please let me know! enjoy! 

Warnings: none but the characters might be ooc

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Miles Morales 

He literally sits through your routine in shock. He’s so caught off guard. Cheerleaders do things like this?!?!

Idk if he had cheerleaders in his school or not but idk if he would really pay attention to them at all. However, when he found out  you’re a cheerleader, he’s like “oh ok”.

Then one day you invite him to watch you perform, he gladly goes to support you but he’s not really sure what to expect. Then when he sees you doing all that tumbling or having enough courage to be tossed in the air like that, he’s in awe. 

He could barely even jump off a small building with spider powers and yet here you are, staying tight and sharp enough to hit all your motions and yell loud. 

He’s just so…..mind blown. His eyes are all on you, his mouth open at all the tumbling and shining you do. Gosh, he’s so taken aback. 

After the routine he’s walking up to you, a bit shy. He’s like “You did amazing! I can’t believe cheerleaders actually do all that! You were awesome flying in the air like that and blah blah blah”. He’d definitely be drawing you in your cheer uniform and doing your skills. He’s the sweetest <333

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Gwen Stacy 

Since she used to do ballet, I think she might know a bit about cheer. Anyways, when she’s watching you perform, she’s in a daze. 

Since you’re not a spider person, she’s quite impressed with all the skills you can pull off. Especially the tumbling, you need incredible strength in order to tumble as fluidly as you do 

Her eyes are literally sparkling watching you. Her eyes are glued to you, your teammates and your performance. She has a soft smile on her face the entire time. She enjoys watching you so much! 

I bet she silently prays that you don’t fall or injure yourself when you’re flying or when you tumble. She knows how dangerous those can be so she can’t help but feel a bit nervous everytime she sees you do those skills 

Nevertheless, she loves watching them either way! She lets out a little sigh of relief when you’re done doing the performance and you’re completely fine.

She walks up to you and gives you a big hug. She whispers in your ear “You did so good”. She’s sooo proud of you after the performance. Also, I think she would stretch with you or work out with you when you exercise for cheer. Anyways I love her so much<3333 

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Hobie Brown 

I feel like he’s pretty chill about you being a cheerleader, but he is a bit surprised. You? A cheerleader? The thought would never cross his mind. 

But when he sees you doing flips and being tossed? He’s on the edge of his seat. Then, he hears you yell out the words of your cheer. Your voice is powerful and your team hypes up the audience. 

He feels proud of you, who’s usually shy and quiet, being confident and getting a crowd to yell your school colors and name. 

He’s mesmerized by your boldness on the mat. If you’re speaking quietly he’d probably tell you to “use your cheer voice.” 

Anyways, he also looovvvesss seeing your dance and thinks you’re incredible. You’re so swift and sharp with your movements. He likes how each motion hits on the exact beat. 

After the performance, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, complimenting you. He’d be cool and level-headed around people but when you guys are alone, he’s all over you. He’d say how cute you look on your cheer uniform and say how amazing you were 

Also, he’s like your biggest supporter. You need help for fundraisers? He’s going to raves selling the items to people. You need help with skills for stunts? He’s willing to learn how to base so he can one-man you. Anyways he’s the best and I love him as well. (Let’s be fr I’m in love with all of them lol) 

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Pavitr Prabhakar

OMGGG WHAT A CUTIE HE IS!!!! He’s going to every single game and performance he can just to watch you! He’s cheer you on and hyping you up! 

He’s so sweet and would yell the words with you and your team. He definitely know all the words and I can imagine him learning the dance with you. He’d also get you to teach him the cheers so he can fully support you <3 

He’s also so entranced when you’re going up in the air being thrown, or just being up there in general. He loved watching you fly, it’s like you’re floating. AND when you’re tumbling he’s literally screaming your name. 

In cheer routines, when they do their jumps, people/the team would scream “hit! Hit!” every single jump. You know for sure he’ll be yelling at you to hit you jumps on beat. 

When you guys have your “ending picture” he’s basically out of his seat. He’s pointing you out to everyone, going “Look! Look at them! I’m their boyfriend!” 

After the performance, he hugs you and spins you around, telling you how proud he is. He’s such a sweet heart and he rambles to you about all the awesome skills you did and begs you to teach them to him. Truth be told, he’s YOUR cheerleader. 

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Miguel O’Hara 

Honestly…..he probably doesn’t care at first. I mean he does, he just kinda looks over it (in the beginning). But when you invite him to a performance, he’s like “okay, I have nothing better to do anyway” 

But when he sees you on that mat, yelling your team name, spelling it out, doing flips and being thrown, his eyes literally light up. He’s fascinated. He feels a bit guilty that he brushed it off to you at first. 

After that, he wants to go to more of your games and performances. He tells you he can record performances for you. He watches them over and over. He always pays attention to you in the video. 

He’d try to help you “point out” your mistakes, of course he doesn’t know much about cheer but he’s willing to learn. He’ll  watch videos about it and send you stretches to do if you were telling him about needing help with a skill. 

Going off of that, if you ever get injured he’ll help with treatment. Of course, you actually should go to a doctor but he will buy athletic tape and ice packs for you. He’d reluctantly massage your sore muscles lol (he loves doing that tho) 

Anyways, after competitions or performances, he’ll treat you to a restaurant or fast food. Or if you’re coming home late from practice he’ll make/order your favorite food. He’s always making sure you’re okay and not overworking yourself (same goes to everyone else) 

[ccaramel-llow]

Hey if you are still taking requests could you maybe do Noah, Cody and Ezekiel with a mute reader?

Pairings; Noah/Reader, Cody/Reader, Ezekiel/Reader (All seperate)

Warnings; Cursing, Cody being weird, Ezekiel himself, Teasing.

PLATONIC !! 🫂

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Noah

, This guy would be the sarcastic and moody friend, Saying rude remarks about people in front of their faces when someone talks rudely of you.

, Will glare at the person who talks horribly of you and WILL smack talk the hell about people infront of their faces not giving a damn if their hurt or not.

, Noah would definitely be surprised if you did speak though, And would definitely say a rude remark without realizing it.

"You sound like a dying man gasping for air."

, Will probably gossip about people while your there just listening.

, He probably said a lot of rude things to you when he first met you, But when he warmed up the rude remarks just stopped and happened slowly when he got confirmation you

Cody

, Cody would be supportive and really chill about it, Telling you how hot Gwen is from time to time because everybody would just tell him to shut the hell up, He appreciates how you dont though. He does shut up though if you give him a angry glare.

, He will rant about his hyper fixations while your eating your food.

, Cody will definitely fix whatever electronic you or someone broke. He'd gladly do it!! Your the only person who listens to him anyways.

"You dont have to say a word my friend!! I'll fix it for you!! Just give me about like, a day or two?"

, Cody names you "Silent" While you put his nickname as "Chatty" in your contacts.

, Cody will punch someone if someone makes fun of you.

Ezekiel

, This guy would be your friend when he was rabid and you tried to look for him out of worry.

, Like Tarzan idk?? He'd probably be hesitant to trust you at first because of the horrible shit Chris has done to him because he was unlikable.

, He warms up to you soon and follows you around like a damn dog. Would probably kidnap you and Chris wouldnt care as long as you were the favorite in the show.

, He will literally rabidly attack others who smack talk you.

, He trusts you more then anyone else, Because even though your mute you cared for him when he was rabid and actually went to LOOK for him.

, He literally cant talk himself lmfao. I think he lost his memory of speaking or whatever so he relates to you alot. But he can read your body language!

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ROMANTIC ❤‍🩹

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NOAH

, He isn't that big on realizing how others feel but he can read your facial expressions and body language!

, He likes to say "If you don't speak that means you love me." And he smirks stupidly as you dont say anything.

, Noah personally does NOT know what to do in romantic relationships.

, He will be extra rude to people when they are rude, Or if he eavesdrops on people talking smack about you behind your back. He gets irritated just by hearing people talking badly about you when they dont KNOW you.

, He gifts you a notebook with a multi color pen, If you break it then he will stare at you with disbelief and call you a dumb ass.

Cody

, Nothing really changes with this guy, He rants about his day and some random stuff.

, Will probably spend his lifesaving's on candy and wrap it up in the most nicest gifts ever just to give it to you as a suprise, Like imagine waking up to Cody getting jumped by the girls (if you are a girl) just because he placed a gift of chocolate on your bed.

, He's the type of guy to give you flowers and intentionally buy milkshakes so you both can have edible straws and drink out of it.

, Sorry for saying this but he wears your shirt under his normal attire. And if you were in TDWT and it was that one jungle episode where you both were caught, He'd intentionally give you the x ray glasses.

, He lives with his mom. Trust.

Ezekiel

, You probably have dark humor or He just bothered you until you got a restraining order against him.

, He didn't stop flirting with you though.

, Eventually you found him silly and felt bad for him so you dismissed the restraining order.

, He brushes his teeth every day for you.

, when he turns rabid he still brushes his teeth because he doesnt want his teeth to be piss colored even though their already crooked (I think) around you.

, Tries to impress you by giving you flowers except he got them from a grave yard due to him being a broke fuck.

, He leaves dead animals on your bed as a love language.

[ire-as-iris]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

Pile 03

I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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[hobiebrownismygod]

Hobie getting angry headcanons

Based off of @hei-chans post <3 check them out they're cool

tw: these are mostly him with my Sona (Maitreyi 🥰)

he doesn't get angry often he's a pretty chill guy and fairly nonviolent

except the moment he gets pushed over the edge his whole demeanor changes and he can go berserk

now before you get mad at me for saying that just think about it

he's spider-man and obviously gonna be fairly stressed considering how he's completely by himself trying to take down Osborne's regime in his universe

and he's pretty okay with violence in his comics (he gets drunk before fights too)

so when he gets angry I like to think he gets angry

its like that silent anger where he's just seething and glaring at the person who did whatever they did

the kind of glare that makes you cower and squirm and subconsciously feel guilty even if you didn't do anything

things that make him mad are usually people being stupid, as in being really brash and overconfident about something and not being openminded about other opinions

trying to tell someone what to do when they didn't ask

putting other people down for not knowing something

or any vulgar comments about a person's appearance or personality

they all give him the ick and he immediately goes into anger mode when it happens

examples:

when Maitreyi came to his universe for the first time he took her to his favorite pub and one of his friends started talking to her like she was stupid, mansplaining, making fun of her accent, her clothes, whatever, and hobie got so mad that he kicked the guy out and never spoke to him again

he's a huge feminist so if anyone ever tries to mansplain something to her he'll never talk to them again (but he let's her handle herself in those situations cuz he knows she can)

another example is when somebody tried to hit on gwen while she was staying at his place in her universe and didn't stop even after she got uncomfortable so hobie literally kicked his ass and bought his drummer ice cream to make up for it

pavitr gets bullied sometimes in his universe by people who make fun of his accent and clothes (he's from a small town so he has a different accent than the others in Mumbattan) so hobie pulled a kdrama move, pulled his mask on and absolutely beat their asses (they never bothered pavi again <3)

like I said he doesn't get angry often but when someone goes too far he makes sure they know it

whether its by beating their ass or cutting them off

and once you get on his bad side its hard to come back from that

its hard to make him dislike you but once he does he probably won't like you again

congrats on getting this far down have a hobie

@daydreaming-en-pointe I thought you'd like these also @spidey-bie I wonder how he'd act if someone was being rude to ansi? would he get mad or would he let them handle it? im curious

[adhdduckie]

deja vu? (m.m x fem!spider-reader)

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idea : miles morales (earth 1610) x fem!reader who's a spider-woman from another earth variant, that has this crazy american-british accent for some ridiculous reason, she works with the spider-society with Miguel and the other spiders, but she disagrees with Miguel's views and does her best to help miles, tripping into love with him.

follows most of the movie's plot, but doesn't follow into earth 42

music choice : it's hard to explain

masterlist : adhdduckie (my request are open!)

warnings ; a lot (like a lot ) of swearing cuz yk british ppl, mb a lil violent?

omg i couldn't find the script anywhere so this is from the best of my knowledge sorry guys. also any spanish is from google translate, pls tell me if i did anything wrong so i can fix it, thanks.

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it was your typical tuesday night. Dimension hopping with your dear friend gwen stacy while she searched for anomalies. I mean, technically you were supposed to be searching for anomalies too, but you were just vibing. 

when you popped up into earth variant 1610, you lost gwen immediately, searching for her frantically around this, this place that looks so familiar to your home, but so different. She wasn't picking up on her watch, and so you just decided to use your abilities on her, even though she hates it. 

you pop into this teenage boys room, a little disoriented from the jump across a small dimension aka. teleporting, you heard voices.  You look up, seeing Gwen and some guy, just kind of staring at each other while gwen sits on the windowsill. 

"yo gwen! you gotta stop dropping out on me mate, this is bloody ridiculous, you dropped me off in this shitty-" You yell from behind the guy,  being interrupted when he he jumps and turns around and your brain does that weird spidey thing when you meet another spider-guy, but then there’s this little overlaying feeling of deja vu, like you’ve met him before. 

you stop. squint your eyes at the guy who's standing in front of you. you look back at gwen and ask :"who's this fucker?" 

his response is immediate :"did she just call me a fucker?"

Gwen laughs and responds to the guy: "it's the way people from her world talk, it's alright, she doesn't really mean it offensively. miles, this is y/n. She's a spider-woman from earth 617." 

"617??? there are 617 EARTH VARIANTS????" he exclaims

"guys? can we not talk about me like i'm not here? wait wait wait, this is miles?? the guy you're not supposed to come-" you say, before gwen slaps her hand over your face.  you continue to mumble into her hand. before you teleport to beside miles. 

"woah!" He says, leaning away from where you've popped up. "shit, you can teleport?"

"sort of," you respond, before staring at him more intently. 'he's cute.' you think. you continue speaking.  "it's more of something like my particles shift. not the point, moving on. what are you doing gwen? we need to go." the last part you say to gwen, but you finally look around the room.

"hey, this is cute" you say, referring to all the stuff inside of the room. 

"don't touch that!" miles yells. you throw him a look that says chill. 

"are you ready to go?" gwen asks, miles cringes and says

'i'm.... grounded?" 

"bummer" she says dryly. "Is spider-man grounded?" gwen asks, while you kind of awkwardly stand there like what the honest fuck is going on

Your watch goes

 off, an alarm you've set for yourself.  "ah shit, i've gotta run, gotta do my bloody chemistry homework. I told jessica that i'm busy on tuesdays, but nooo, she said i had to stay to fucking watch you, gwen. I'm literally younger than you!! you don't need me so i'm out, cya loves." You ramble, blowing a kiss towards gwen, wave to miles, and you bloop out. 

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A couple of what feels like days later, but can only be hours later, gwen, miles and you are on the roof of miles’ apartment, hanging out and talking, to be honest more like them talking and you just interjecting once in awhile. You don’t mind because it allows you to get a proper look at Miles. 

You watch the way he moves his hands as he talks, the way he smiles when gwen says something he likes to hear. the way his shoulders shake when he laughs. It’s nice to see a spider-guy that’s close to your age that isn’t totally depressed.

gwen, you and miles are gathered together talking about the bracelet you guys use to stop glitching. Things start to get tense when miles asks to get to know miguel o’hara. “there aren’t a lot of slots.” gwen says, speaking of the spider-society, and you cringe at the lie she’s just told. You watch miles’ smile fade away slowly and things start to get awkward.

'ah, right.” miles responds with.

“look, if it was up to me, you-“ gwen starts, being interrupted by miles’s

“uhuh, i know.” he says, absent-mindedly as he fiddles with the watch. you throw a glare over his shoulder to gwen, mad that she’s lied to this poor boy. You know that miguel doesn’t want him, but you don’t know why, having skipped that briefing for an ice cream or something. 

 just in time you look back to miles pressing a couple of buttons, and gwen panics going “ohnonono, don’t do that.” 

“it’s really delicate.” gwen lies. things get awkward and quiet and just as miles apologises, his mother pops up from behind, scaring you, even with your spider senses. 

“hi, Mrs. Morales.” you say immediately, proceeding to introduce yourself. wishing to get out of the awkward scenario with gwen and miles. she looks over at you approvingly, and gwen goes. “hiii, rio, i’ve heard so much about you.” miles’ mom looks disapprovingly at gwen, probably for using her first name the first time they met. 

just as Mrs. Morales hands gwen her sweater back, Mr. Morales, walks up. You introduce yourself again to him, also referring to him as Lieutenant Morales.  They both look at you approvingly while ignoring gwen.

“it’s lovely to meet you both, as gwen said, Miles has spoken of you both very highly.” you say, wanting to move on, the tension in the air seemingly dissipating. 

Miles introduces you both as friends from school, and just then, you get a call, your watch beeping with a timer.  “oh, i’m so sorry to interrupt, but i need to go, i promised my parents i’d watch a movie with them tonight. It has been so lovely meeting you, and the food was delicious, thank you for allowing me to stay here for awhile while you guys celebrated.” you say, ready to leave, but before you do, you shake both of Miles’ parents hands, throw gwen a 'i’m going to talk to you later' glare, and wave goodbye to miles, your heart pangs at the idea of not being able to see him for awhile 

just as you walk away from the brownstone, you can hear gwen’s watch beeping and her lame excuse to why she needs to leave. You roll your eyes, strangely protective of the guy you met a couple of days ago. 

'it feels longer than that.' the internal voice says. The sense that instantly recognised him seemed to tingle again. 'you’ve met him before' it seems to say. No, you couldn’t have. you would have recognised him immediately, after all, who will forget Miles morales?

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the next time you see gwen and miles is quite a couple of hours later. You need to speak to gwen about some paperwork, because yes, miguel o'fucking-hara makes teens that are hardwired to be on the move constantly, do goddamn paper work. You needed to clear something up so you bleeped into existence while gwen stands at the destroyed lab, on a call with jessica. 

"hey gwen." you pop up. She doesn't react because you do this to her all the time, but she doesn't turn around. "what's up?" she asks. before you answer, you pause, the hairs on the back of your neck raise up. It feels as if someone’s watching you, and you turn around. There's no one there but if you squint your eyes hard enough, you can make out miles hanging onto the ceiling, some sort of invisibility thing turned on. 

'okay,' you think 'totally not weird at all.'  you don't say anything because there must be a reason he's hiding. 

"fucking miguel, i told him not to bother me while i was doing my goddamn school shit. you know i was in the middle of a goddamn lesson? I mean i hate that class, but it's like the sixth time i've had to dip." you complain, wishing to hide miles from her, feeling oddly protective of miles. 

gwen just stares at you blankly and you move on, undeterred. "i'm just here cuz i needed paper work stuff, but you seem to be doing something interesting so i might as well stay." Gwen just shrugs, and goes back to jessica, who's at the moment, getting mad at gwen for visiting miles. 

you look back up at him and you cringe, hating how he's hearing this. miles' eyes widen when he notices that you can see him and you can see him staring at you in confusion. You pull off your mask because let's be honest that shit is suffocating, and shrug, making a fang motion, trying to communicate how it’s probably from the spider that bit you. 

you look away from miles just in time to see gwen opening up another portal to go to mumbattan. gwen walks in and you follow, making a 'come here' motion with your finger toward miles, getting him to follow even though you know you're most definitely gonna get in trouble for this later. 

you're mumbling under your breath about how you should be getting paid for this when you start swinging through mumbattan chasing after spot. Miles is struggling but you can't help but let out a small giggle, and he seems to smile at you from under the mask. You don't bother putting your mask back on, because it's not like you're from this dimension. 

anyway, you’re swinging through mumbattan before you realise miles got lost, and when spot appears, miles does too yelling about how he’s here to help

you don’t look surprised in the slightest and you only yell “did you get lost?” and he responds with a sheepish grin, and gwen shoots you a dirty look

“You knew he was following us???” She asks, irritated and angry

“yeah, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. But what’s wrong? i think he’s chill. i wanna hang out with him more.” you respond quickly, eager to defend miles even though you know gwen doesn’t mean it offensively.

At this moment, Pavitr Prabhakar pops in, knocking spot in the face with one of his gold bangles, yelling out your name excitedly, and then gwen’s, following up with “hey! who’s the new guy?” towards miles. You smile excitedly and happily at pav, this man is the vibe. “hey pav! this is miles, and he wasn’t invited” gwen responds with. 

Pav laughs “you weren’t invited and you came anyway?” gwen responds with “right?”

pav says “new guy must be in love with you” and you kind of just awkwardly stare at Pav while this happens, and he goes on about how he’s excellent at reading people, and he goes into his introduction before miles interrupts with “i love chai tea!” and you see a vein tick in pav’s forehead.

“oh, dear. you shouldn’t have-“ you start, miles looks at you confused and then pav goes on a tangent about how chai means tea and that chai tea is like saying tea tea like asking for coffee coffee with room for cream cream. 

before he gives a quick tour of mumbattan, ending with “and this is where the british stole all of our stuff!” 

you cringe and say “sorry about that” and he shrugs and says it doesn’t matter since it wasn’t you, but he would love it if you could convince your government to give back all the shit they stole and you stand there like i am a masked vigilante they are not going to listen to me, but you just nod and move on. 

things move on quickly, hobie pops up and you high-five him, and he throws an arm around you. You usually  get along with him like a house on fire. miles looks at him slightly aggravated, probably from the fact that pav made it seem like hobie and gwen were a thing. "don't worry, you whisper over at him, they're not a thing." he looks at you confused, and you pause. 

you set yourself a mental reminder to ask miles later if he too, felt a sort of deja vu when he first met you. things get really chaotic quickly, after that. Mumbattan has a massive black hole sort of thing show up and everything goes to crap. Miles gets summoned to HQ and you know shit’s about to go down.

you pull him to the side, and you whisper in his ear. “i’m here to help you. Shit seems suspicious mate, but i’ll help you if anything goes wrong.” he looks at you confused but nods and gives you a slightly out of breath 'thanks’

and guess what? you must be a fucking psychic. Shit does go wrong. Miles finds out the gwen lied to him, and you learn some new things too, like the police captains dying and the canon events. You just kind of followed things, but as soon as things felt a little off to you you dipped. 

Miles and you just got back to his dimension, popping into his room. you’re both sweaty and injured, sitting there on his floor, you stare intensely at the watch. and you decide, for everything that’s happened, you’re gonna stay to help miles try to protect his father. 

so, you break the bracelet. this way, they won’t be able to find you, and it shows that you are no longer going to work with them. 

Miles watches you and gives you a ridiculously tired smile. 

“thanks,” he whispers. “i’m not happy that you didn’t tell me that i couldn’t join because miguel didn’t want me to, but thanks for standing with me.”

“it’s no problem. I’m sorry i didn’t tell you. I didn’t know why gwen wouldn’t tell you but i didn’t want to make her angry.” you whisper back. 

“miles?” you ask, after a silence follows. he hums in response. “are you going to tell your parents now?” he looks up, and nods. he stands up, pulling on his jacket, trying to hide most of his cuts and injuries. 

he opens the door of his bedroom, ready to walk out. he looks back at you and you know what he’s asking. you get ready to stand up, taking his hand when he offers it to you. you want to be able to give him support, since this is a instrumental decision. His hand is warm and large around yours, and it just seems so right. 

you both walk out together, hand in hand, blood crusting at your lips from when you were thrown against the train, by miguel. 

Rio drops her laundry basket at the sight of you both, fussing greatly over Miles, while you stand behind him. she pauses, noticing your intertwined hands, but doesn’t comment on it, thankfully. You feel your face getting warm, but you know this isn’t the time for it. 

“Mrs Morales,” you start, “do you have a first aid box?” at your words, she rushes towards the bathroom, and soon she emerges with the solid plastic white box with the red cross. 

“ayy miles, ¿qué te pasó?” she says speaking in rapid fire Spanish. 

“madre,” he responds, “is dad home? i need to speak to you both. y/n is here to help me, and she is also involved in this.” His mother looks at you suspiciously, but nods her head and goes to retrieve Miles’ father, walking through the front door, and soon you hear the brownstone’s door close. 

you take the first aid box, and open it, making sure to access miles’ injuries before turning to your own. you’ve just wrapped up a cut on his hand when you notice a cut on his upper lip. Knowing that he probably still hasn’t noticed it, because he is anxious about speaking to his parents about being spider-man, you decide to help him clean it up. 

You inspect it properly and notice he’s busted his lip, and you grab a cotton ball and gently douse it in disinfectant, you rub it gently across his lip, while he is seated at the table, chair facing you while you do this. He’s watching you intently, and you can feel heat rushing to your face, but you continue on.  

“sit still, please.” You tell him when he starts to move around from the stinging feeling of you stitching his lip back up. He stills for you, and you smile. 

“thanks.” you say softly. finishing up quickly, before assessing your own wounds. nothing too bad, and just as you pick up another cotton swab for your own bloody lip, miles gently takes it from you, and he motions for you to sit down.

“i can help you, you helped me after all.” he says, softly. you let him do it, and when you sit there, your heart is thumping in your chest. He's staring very intensely at your lips, extremely focused on cleaning up the blood. You look down at your own suit, seeing how it's ripped, the spider logo shining under the living room lighting. 

the front door opens, and his parents both rush in. His father stops when he sees what you are wearing, his brain ticking slowly. Miles cleans off the last bit of blood off your face, and turns to his father. 

"i need to speak to you" he says to his father. "i've been pushing this off for a really long time and i really wish i could've told you but we've had a lot of issues recently, and y/n has helped me realise i should tell you no matter what, because trust matters." 

"i am, this dimension's spider-man." he finishes quickly. prepared for his parents outburst. "i have been for the last year. it is a dangerous job, but i am doing my best to protect everyone here. I hope you understand." he looks back at you, like just you being there is getting him through this. you smile encouragingly at him. 

"oh miles, nunca podremos estar enojados contigo por mucho tiempo, mientras estés a salvo, eso es todo lo que importa." his mother says to him, and he visually brightens right in front of you. His mother swoops in for a hug, and he holds on to her tightly. 

"wait, what do you mean by "this dimension"?" his father asks, ever the radical thinker. 

"so, we live in a universe with parallel dimensions. There are many mirror dimensions to this one with the same people. every one of the universes has a spider man. I'm this one's. Y/n is one from earth- variant 1610." 

His parents understand, and that makes you feel happy for him. You continue to begin assessing your injuries while they talk, but you're interrupted by miles. 

"here, let me do that for you." he says, his parents watching the interaction. his dad throws his hands exasperatedly in the air, his mom watches with an amused expression. 

"y/n?" his dad asks. "yeah?" you reply. "if you aren't from this dimension, how are you going to get back?" 

"oh. my spider-powers are different from miles's. I can swing and i have most spider tendencies, but the spider i was bit by was experimented on, and because of that, i can teleport." you say. kind of just shrugging. Miles hits you gently on the shoulder for moving while he's wrapping up your shoulder that is just now hurting, most likely because the adrenaline is wearing off. 

"i'm all out of energy, so i'm gonna need to find a place to crash for a couple of days before my powers regenerate." 

"stay here." miles says, without thinking. "oh, no i can't do that." you respond immediately. You look back at miles and notice his ears reddening. 

"no, we insist. You've taken good care of our miles." his parents say. 

"i don't want to be a burden." you reply

"no, it's alright. we'll be happy to have you." they insist

"thank you, Captain Morales and Mrs morales." you cave in. It's probably easier this way, you don't have to search for somewhere to stay. They insist you call them by their names, and you smile at them, thankful that they're so welcoming. they both go sit on the couch to watch some tv after ensuring that miles has no more injuries that you haven't taken care of. 

Miles finishes wrapping up your shoulder and steps back to admire his handiwork. "thanks," You mutter, softly. "do you have a change of clothes?" you ask gesturing to your ripped spider suit that you were definitely going to have to fix. 

"oh, sorry. Yes, sure.” he says, offering you his hand and pulling you up, and gives you a bunch of his old clothes that  for some reason look absolutely massive.

ears pinking, you thank him, and turn away to go to the bathroom to actually go get changed. while you walk away, unbeknownst to you, miles is watching you with the corner of his lips pulled up in a small smile, because after everything you’ve gone through together, you are with him now, and you did your best to help him. 

he's so unbelievably grateful for everything you've done and he genuinely has no idea on how to thank you. and when you come out from the bathroom in his clothes, he has to stifle a little laugh, because it just looks so unbelievably good on you. As if his sweatshirt was just made for you. the rest of the night is relatively peaceful, just resting and talking, getting to know him and his parents better.

the next couple of weeks you spend a lot of time popping in and out of miles' dimension, just checking up on his parents, and him. it's good to hear when he tells you that tensions with his parents are gone, as they finally understand why he's so busy and distracted all the time, and you're so happy to hear that they're getting along again.

However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him. even if you were seeing him every couple of days, it just didn't seem the same. You were always thinking of him, especially at the worst times, like when you were fighting the villain of the week in your dimension or in the middle of a science lecture.

so you're exceedingly grateful to be spending time with him right now, sitting on a small roof overlooking brooklyn, and you're just watching people walk by, going on with their lives and not noticing anything else.

—— mona lisa —— listen to this pls i think it works rly well —— 

you're sitting together, shoulders touching, talking about everything and nothing. Things just seem so peaceful and right this way, but something small just seems to be missing. and you know what you want to tell him, that he's constantly on your mind and that you can't think of anyone else apart from him. How everything small reminds you of him. things quiet down, and you're genuinely considering saying something.

he's sitting there thinking of the best way to tell you that he appreciates everything you've done for him, how you were willing to sacrifice so much just to help him. How he hates what happened but loves it at the same time because he got to meet you.

"miles-" you start, at the same time he goes; "there's something i need to tell you." you quiet down and give him an encouraging nod, letting him go first, because you don't want to be selfish.

"thank you, for everything you've done in the past few months for my family and I. Thank you so much for helping me come back to my dimension, when you barely knew me. i cannot thank you enough. "

"it's not a problem, miles," you tell him, "I'm happy i could help you."

"wait, wait." he rushes out, "I'm not done." you smile at him and let him finish talking.

"when i first met you, my spidey-senses went off, but that's not it. there was something else, like this sense of deja vu, like i had known you for all my life, but at the same time you felt so comfortable and familiar, and i was a little startled." he continues, "and i know we've spent a lot of time together recently, and i'm super glad we've been able to get to know each other so much better." "me too," you say quietly. "i felt it too."

he smiles happily at you, before turning away and glancing back out at brooklyn, and he keeps on pushing forwards. "and i know we haven't known each other very long, but I really, really like you way more than a friend should, and i know that you probably don't feel the same way, but i really needed to tell you, and i hope this doesn't affect our friendship, but like i said-"

you interrupt softly; "miles, miles stop." he looks at you confused, cheeks flushed and a brows furrowed, looking so desperately hopeful that you can't help but let out a small laugh. "miles," you continue, "i really like you too."

"you do?" he asks hopefully.

"yeah, i do." you respond, lacing your fingers through his. He pulls you closer to him, throwing his arms excitedly around you, letting out a soft laugh, before pulling back. he lets go of your hands, and cups your face softly.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, and when you give him a small nod, with your cheeks flushed, he kisses you for the first time.

the kiss is so devastatingly sweet, and due to both of your inexperience, you both fumble a little, before sinking into it properly. He tastes like a faint spice most likely from his mother's cooking, like something that has happened before. as if, somewhere else, something like this has played out before.

you pull back first, resting your forehead against his, whispering how much you like him to him, before both of your hands meet, fingers sliding against each other till they rest perfectly together. your head rests on his shoulder, and both of you enjoy the sweet moment together, just sitting there in the happy environment, staring out over brooklyn, just a couple of dumb idiots in love.

[one-black-rotary-phone]

Who's the Biggest Tattletale

Ranked from biggest tattletale/dibber-dobber to least. No reader.

TW for swearing, blackmail (yes really)/bullying (I think?), domestic/child abuse (Terrence Blake), violence, screaming.

Griffin

This boy can be a little shit sometimes. If he doesn't like someone and they do something at school, he will go straight to the nearest trustworthy teacher/staff and tell on them. Griffin can't hold his own in a fight that well (especially with older kids), so he settles for getting them reported as soon as possible.

Even then, if it's his family member or friend or something he'll basically blackmail them into doing what he wants or else he'll tattletale on what they did. He's pretty ruthless sometimes.

Billy

Listen, listen; Billy can be a real smart-ass dick when he wants to be. Telling on someone isn't his first thought in most situations--it's usually to get out of the situation at hand and try to let it play out--but he's not afraid to. He's the type to not tell on someone for shoplifting if he likes them but to definitely tell on someone he doesn't like for making the slightest mean comment. Priorities, I guess.

Billy's not so much of a straight-up blackmailer, but he will still be like with any family members his age of younger, "I'll tell your dad you stole broke my Superman doll last year if you don't give me back my Snickers bar." Wait, no, that is blackmailing, never mind.

Gwen

I love Gwen but she will report you if she doesn't like you and if it's serious enough. I mean, that on it's own sounds fair, but what I mean is don't cross her. Because if you do, you'll either have her chasing after you or you'll be in the principal's office for something you did like, last semester.

Her and her friend Susie probably gossip a lot as people do during sleepovers, so she's able to get dirt on others that way. Still, she'll make a deal with someone: don't tell on her to her father, and she won't tell on you. Anything to avoid getting in trouble.

Finney

Like sister, like brother. The only things holding Finney back from dobbing on someone are his fear of getting bullied and also his general sense of empathy. But trust me he's still very capable of doing it. He just doesn't report his bullies because if he does he'll get beaten by them. Tough world.

However, I imagine he also does it in a playful sense. He'll go, "I'm gonna report you if you don't stop teasing me!" but mean it lightheartedly. He probably won't actually report you, but he will walk up to the teacher and strike casual conversation to make it look like he is. It's kind of just how he shows he likes someone.

Bruce

Now we're getting into the "I'll never tell on you" section. Bruce is a pretty chill guy--it's part of the reason why he's so popular. He'll keep a secret most of the time. Honestly, he never bothers to tell on people when there's been a fight. Teachers will ask him what happened because they trust him, but he'll just say he walked right past it (and he probably did). Plus, the news will get around to them soon enough anyway.

However, Bruce still has a morale about him. He will report someone if they've done something truly bad or if they've hurt his friends. Bruce is loyal to people, and will adopt a "save the most" attitude, so if he has to report one friend to save more from getting bullied, he will do that. Just be nice, yeah?

Robin

Robin's literally so loyal to the people he's closest to. He'd barely tell on anyone for anything. His good friend got into a fight at school and the teachers want to know what happened? He doesn't have a clue. Yeah, sure, he bandaged his friend up after it happened, and he may have been giving them fighting tips earlier, but it's not like he was involved. Totally (/sarcasm)!

Robin's only gonna tell on someone if they, like, really, really hurt someone. Not even Vance's fights get from his mouth to the teacher's ears because he knows there's no point to that. Word will get around. But even if it was some super secret fight, he'd stay quiet about it and just make sure his friend is okay. So yeah, you've gotta really fuck up to get told on by him.

Vance

Vance tells on nobody. Ever. If they're somebody he likes, he keeps their secrets close to them. In fact, he's so wary of letting people's secrets out he doesn't let them tell him anything at all. And if it's someone he doesn't like? Simple; he just beats them up and/or screams at them.

Yeah, he's the best secret-keeper in town, surprisingly. Literally, if you are bursting to tell someone something but you just can't? Tell him. Just make sure you find the right time and be sure to not interrupt his pinball game. And be sure to have a few bandages on hand for the aftermath, too.

[baelikescatsduh]

How Different ''The Black Phone'' Characters Play Roblox | Shitpost 💀

pls i had like the best convo ever with @largekidney earlier and i wanted to make a little hc out of it because that was the funniest shit ever 😭

all of the credit goes to @largekidney because he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place <333 hope yall enjoy, just a shitpost so like take it with a grain of salt pls!!

tws: cursing

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• oh lord, how do i even start?

• lets use speed run 4 as an example...

• robin would get so damn pissed, not as bad as vance but swearing in spanish at the top of his lungs whenever he dies 😭

• robin: "maldito coño!" finny: "robin, its okay! youll get it this time, i promise. ill wait for you at the end, okay?"

• finny wouldnt get that angry, but if he did start heating up he'd do breathing exercises to calm down.

• gwen, same as robin, would be screaming, about to snap the phone in half after falling right before finishing the level.

• gwen: "what the actual fuck? i literally pressed the jump button dumbass!"

• bruce is a total pacifist, and is somehow so damn good at the game at the same time. hed only mess up like once or twice throughout the entire time, while making tiny little comments like "patience is the key" and shit like that.

• billy would be pretty chill as well, taking his sweet, sweet time on every level. so like, 7 minutes every level. him, bruce, and griffin would both be chilling in the corner, peacefully playing speed run 4 as vance, robin and gwen complained and whined like little toddlers the entire time.

• finny would be sitting with robin, gwen, and vance and was giving them therapy sessions each time they died.

• finny: "vance, its going to be alright, you can just respawn." vance: "whatever, but if i fall one more damn time everybody here is going to fucking die."

• vance... our sweet vance. his blood pressure would be through the roof while playing this game. like, muttering death threats and punching the wall each time he died. saying one bad word after another, this man has no chill whatsoever. this is why nobody played anything with vance, because if he messed up or died more than once you would see steam literally coming out of his ears.

• vance: "what the fucking god damn hell? this is the most stupidest fucking thing ive ever played in my entire fucking life. this shit sucks ass, im going to strangle the dickweed who made this bullshit game."

• the grabber? oh my god. this man wouldnt even know how to move, pressing the middle of the screen as he just sat there and stared at the phone, wondering how the hell he was going to get through the game when he couldnt even figure out how to walk forward. 💀

• the grabber: "max, max?? how the fuck does this work, im pressing on the screen and im not going anywhere, i thought they said i had to press the button to move? im pressing it, and pretty damn hard too. this is too complicated."

• and lastly, griffin. he wouldnt even pick up the phone, he was more of a 'watch someone play the game' type of person, and would cheer them on as he watched them play. he would mostly watch billy, and both of them would secretly shit on everybody else. (besides bruce lmao, but bruce would refuse to talk shit with them and just minded his own business.)

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[nerdyenby]

Purple time :D I’m watching Dave

“I got my gay lil boots” I love him

“Is Ranboo Gwen Stacy?” nonbinary people get it lol

This team is so chill and confident, I love them

Buildmart

The strats!! They’re so on it

“I am so bad at building fast” Dave literally shut up, you’re killing it

Oh no, Mysty got stuck ;-;

THANK YOU!! This team has such good awareness and communication, so many people would overlook four stone when asked for cobble, but not them!!!

Bingo

Dave and Mysty just freaking dive bombing 😂

THEYRE INSANE!!!!

The winning team acknowledging how much the game order is messing up red ;-;

Dave did so well!!!

TGTTOSAWAF

Elaina’s excitement :))

Mysty carry!!!

Dave being shocked that he got fourth in the rng map 😂

This team is so strong, they got so many bonuses!!

Mysty top three and everyone hyping her up <333

Parkour Tag

I love when you can tell a team has been talking and strategizing a lot beforehand :))

“I wanna get tagged” “Pick me, pick me!!” them <33

OH MY GOODNESS 16 SECONDS?!??? She’s so cracked, holy crap

Gizzy comms are so good, I can’t even describe it

Mysty and Dave numbers one and two!!!!

It’s the bare minimum and they’re also nonbinary but the way Dave instantly corrects himself when they slip up Mysty’s pronouns makes my heart so happy

Ace Race

“They did gay-ify it a little bit, too. Or ace-ify it” <333

They’re all top 25???? This team is wild!!!

They’re killing the movement!!

Sandkeeper

Ela “this is your pilot speaking” so real!!

The impulse to run straight back into the portal is so real

Dave crashed 😭😭😭

They’re so on it, they’re absolutely killing it

Elaina is such a good sandkeeper!!!!

They’ve been doing so well and the vibes have been incredible, great team, great time <333

Meltdown

That was wild, they played it like battle box and it worked

They popped off!!

That fight against lime was so fast, I missed the whole thing lol

“I’m cold, I’m cold again” best comms actually, I love Ela

They went crazy, everyone did amazing!!

Dave and Mysti top three again!!! Nonbinary people win these

DAVE FIRST INDIVIDUAL!!!!

Gizzy 3/3 pride dodgebolts, he’s just so gay

“I wish someone would battle my box fr” GIRL 😭😭😭

Battle Box

“It’s a good day to be gay” so true Ela!!

Them talking about cocktails and Dave’s “God, we are a gay team, huh?”

Purple realizing orange is the only other 4/4 team

“And no pressure, but I heard that — all the teams that don’t win — noxcrew will take away your gay” Gizzy 😭

Oh my goodness Dave’s pvp is so satisfying to watch, I haven’t watched his pov before I don’t think but wow, they’re so smooth

Dave getting on to Ela for sleeping on Zeuz

Mysti’s “we got conc’d” in chat 😂😂😂

Mysti being sad about killing Grian, saying he’s the only mcyt they watch

“I just realized if I steal all of Dave’s kills I might get first individual” “Stop, that’s why I didn’t say anything” I love their chemistry so much

“It’s crazy that I’m about to get five aces in a row” so true Gizzy!!

THEY ALL POPPED OFF!!!!

Dodgebolt

Elaina’s so excited :))

#mygazza!!!!

Ela and Mysty popping off!!

That trade 😂

I thought Dave was about to walk off the edge there 👀

“Take your time” *Purple Pandas take the crown* “Get out of here!!!!”

The most even dodgebolt possible, they both killed it!!

“Slay!!! See that’s what happens- you gotta have that 4/4 gay team, that’s all you needed” REAL!!!!

Them talking about how this was a crazy well-rounded team and everyone carried at times :))

Ela has ace accessories?? Yooooo

Ela falling off the edge the second they start smack talking lmao

“Wait no, we want blue to win Elaina” “Yeah but shubble’ son the other team, I love shubble” “true” “Shelby is cool” we stan Shelby Shubble in this household!!!!

This was such a good team, the vibes were amazing <333

[barbara-gordons-glasses]

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!! DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT AND DO NOT BLAME ME IF YOU GET SPOILED

I have so much to talk about with this movie, but I don’t know if there are enough posts that can describe the way this movie made me feel, but I’ll try.

1. "I thought your dad liked me?” “NOT ANYMORE.”

2. What’d I tell y’all, huh? Big difference in the way society views Peter as Spider-Man than the other cities do in Andrew’s and Tobey’s universes.

3. Why couldn’t he just ask Strange to make the world forget what Beck said? Like...yeah, I get there has to be a plot, but I feel like it would’ve been much easier to just do that.

4. Otto and Norman’s first appearances gave me literal chills.

5. WHEN OTTO SAID, “I should’ve killed your girlfriend when I had the chance.” AND TOM’S PETER POPPED OUT OF THE CAR AND WAS LIKE, “What did you just say?” I’M A SUCKER FOR PROTECTIVE GUYS, OKAY?

6. Strange annoyed me so much through this movie but I also completely understood why he acted the way he did.

7. I cannot express the amount of joy it brought me when Peter found out that all the villains he captured would die if they were sent back and decided to find a way to try and save them instead.

8. MJ and Peter were so adorable in this movie, and it really sucked to know that at the end, he was basically letting her go because he knew she and Ned would be better off without him.

9. I also realized that Aunt May was killed by the very person she tried to help.

10. The way she died also made me SOB. She had enough strength to stand up, help Peter up, reassure him that he did the right thing, and die. She was his reason to try and kill Goblin, but also to stay the non-killing hero he was before.

11. All three Spider-Men and their interactions didn’t fail to make me laugh/cry/reminisce back on their loved one’s deaths.

12. I do not trust a single person if their favorite part in NWH wasn’t when Ned said, “Peter!” *All of them* “Yeah?” “Uh...Peter Parker?” “Still doesn’t mean anything.”

13. When MJ fell and Tom’s Peter almost caught her BUT THEN ANDREW YELLED, “No!” BECAUSE HE REMEMBERED GWEN.

14. WHEN HE CAUGHT HER AND WAS LIKE, “Are you okay?” AND SHE SAID, “Are you okay?”

15. Dark Peter is hot. Sue me.

16. I did get kinda nervous though when he was ruthlessly punching Goblin, but honestly, I was also kinda cheering him on.

17. GOBLIN STABBING TOBEY’S PETER. I WANTED TO SLAP TF OUT OF HIM I STG.

18. Him saying goodbye to MJ and Ned made me want to KMS, and while I do like Michelle and Peter’s dynamic, Ned and Peter just had so many more memories that made me cry.

19. WHEN EVERYTHING WENT BACK TO “NORMAL” AND HE WAS STANDING AT MAY’S GRAVE AND HAPPY CAME BY AND SAID, “How’d you know her?”

Overall, this movie was certainly an experience for me. A good one? No, absolutely not. A bad one? No, absolutely not. But yeah, it was definitely an experience.

[dimepdf]

IF I’M BEING HONEST. — ANDREW!PETER PARKER

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Peter being the type of person to say; “I can fix him” when seeing you sitting alone during class. If I’m being honest by Dodie

pairing. peter parker x male!reader

length: 2.4k words

genre and warnings. heartbreaking angst, no nwh spoilers, reader has major issues, Peter being the “I bet I can fix him” type of person, the reader being led on, Gwen Stacy being perfect, no literally Emma Stone is so beautiful, reader is black | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

I was told this is where I would start loving myself

Your hands were trembling, but you seemed to control your face into the brightest smile Peter had ever seen you manage. In science class, you were being praised for your efforts in creating an overwhelmingly flawless presentation.

Perfect enough to propel your school to the top of one of the state's most prestigious science and biology exhibitions. The way the class applauded you should have made you feel like a true scientist. But you felt very little to be proud of about the sleepless nights that left you fueled by energy drinks and loud music blaring through your headphones, shuffling through the lab with your hair knotted up in autopilot, a few curly strands slipping past the elastic and covering your face as the bags under your eyes grew large.

Peter's eyes would always seem to seek you out in the one class that the two of you shared, common for he'd catch you drifting off. As you seemed to be engrossed in your own world, he lingered within his own half-finished project. Peter watched as your fingertips tapped rhythmlessly against your gentle dark bronze cheek as your chin rested in your palm gazing out the window. 

Admiring how the acne and dark spots on your face appeared to be dark freckles in the sunlight's frame. He admired the way you carried yourself around with such gentleness, the steps you took swiftly leading your long legs to carry you with strides that were paced as if every step you took had meaning. 

But Peter also noticed how you avoided other people, almost as if you were terrified of interactions as your voice was too small for the imposing figure you held. He would watch from afar as your face twitched in an uncomfortable grimace when people rushed up to your desk as if their mere presence would mock the experiment that was spread out in your workspace. It's almost as if you remembered how the perfect little world you'd built around yourself crumbled beneath your feet with every social interaction.

“Since when did you take interest in [Y/N] [L/N]?” Gwen's voice would frequently jolt Peter out of the trance you seemed to have unknowingly put him in. 

“I’m not interested he just seems like a pretty chill guy, you know.” Gwen locked her overanalyzing gaze on your slouched figure, almost as if you could feel her overbearing eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. Your head tilted as you caught her attention, giving the woman a small sheepish grin before quickly returning to the maintenance of your project.

“he does seem like a nice guy but you can tell he has some major social anxiety” Peter hummed the hidden response to make it appear that he was uninterested in the new information. To be honest, he had no idea there were different types of anxiety. 

Flirting’s delicious, proved to be beneficial for mental health

Peter was getting in over his head, almost daring you to look at him as he spent more and more time in science, ignoring his classwork in exchange for doing anything to catch your eye. When you broke away from your routine to go to the pencil sharpener across the room, the male would struggle to stand.

The young superhero almost envied you as you seemed to remember where each desk was located, curving your way through the room with such efficiency. As he trailed you for a long time, he only managed to bump into a few backpacks and knock against a few desks.

“Wooden pencils am I right?” The question pouring from Peter's mouth nearly as if he were vomiting out the joke, you turned around almost petrified to see the male waiting behind you, grabbing the headphones from around your ears as you lifted them to place against your neck, the sound of music leaking from the speaker's speakers. Peter took advantage of the opportunity to fill the silence once more.

 “Oh, The Strokes” The compliment elicited a genuine smile from you, swearing he was becoming more light-headed as you hid your chuckle while reaching for your pencil sharpener. “It’s Arctic Monkeys actually, but I do like some of their songs as well.” 

The gravely bass in your chest almost made Peter's heartbeat faster against his ribs; he truly had no idea how deep your voice was. trying to recall the rare occasions when you would fall victim to the teacher's questions, answering as quickly as possible and tilting your head down to return to your comfort zone. “Oh, well, maybe you could give me some recommendations, you seem to know a lot about good music” 

The compliment didn't seem to catch you off guard as you return your attention to Peter, tilting your head down slightly. Peter was fighting the desire to nibble on his lips or pick at the skin around his nails. He wanted to appear confident while you were looking at him. He could only watch as you turned your head back to look at your spot, which was empty except for the materials scattered across the workstation.

 “you sitting with anyone?” 

all of my best bits pulled forward, collected, displayed. Sadly, I just think that I was disgusting today 

It had been weeks since Peter had summoned the courage to speak to you, and that day he would find himself visiting by your station more frequently, the visiting leading to him asking the teacher if it was okay for you to sit next to each other for the rest of the semester.

When the bell rang, you two became inseparable, and much to Peter's surprise, you impressed him with a shared playlist one day during the hour. The playlist would consist of only songs that you two would both agree were "good enough to study to," with the genre switching from smooth r&b to a rock song that Peter swore was “godsent.”

Even though Peter enjoyed listening to music and chatting with you during class, he couldn't get past the awkwardness that came with the gaps in your conversations or wondering what happened after the hour was up. He had barely seen you outside of class, almost as if when you both stepped out of the doors, your lives were as if you lived on different planets.

until Peter used the bathroom pass during his last hour, forcing him to take the stairs all the way to the top floor because the rest of the bathrooms had been locked due to kids being caught smoking. As soon as he stepped into the restroom, his gaze was drawn to yours. You seemed to be too absorbed in your own world to notice anyone who came in.

Your attention was too focused on the book in front of you, headphones blaring music so loudly that the singer's vocals could be faintly heard from where Peter was standing.

Peter would have put the last floor bathroom at the bottom of the list of places he would have guessed to see you, not to mention the act of you even skipping class was foreign to him.

Maybe you weren't as perfect as Peter thought you were, he hated not knowing more about you.

Sadly, I just think that I was disgusting today

You were having a meltdown, mostly like hyperventilating, as you clung to Peter's button-up shirt as if your entire life would shatter if you didn't. It was the last day of the science fair. Everyone at your school was overjoyed that they had been chosen to accompany you on the field trip to see you rewarded for the project that would earn you the medal for the best young inventor in your school's district.

You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled with the attention that came with the prized work. You couldn't shake the growing anxiety that flourished within your thoughts as people just seemed to approach you, asking questions that left pauses in your thinking and your fingers trembling.

not being able to shake the sinking feeling that everyone who spoke to you was always looking down at you, almost as if they couldn't believe someone like you could create something so perfect. You thought,  In their eyes, it was as if everything you were capable of had been destroyed.

actions being halting at random times, and your voice was lowering the longer you had to explain the descriptions of your work. Peter snatched you at just the right moment, interrupting a tense exchange that nearly had you in tears before he could make the excuse that the students were supposed to have lunch.

You shook as Peter dragged you away from the crowd, finding a cleared-out hallway that you didn't care was probably used for staff transportation. You slid against the wall and cried into Peter's chest as he motioned for you to sit.

You blew me up like a big balloon far too soon, I’m left a stuttering teen 

“You know, I think we should go to the concert together.” As your phone rested next to your ear, the speaker button lit white as Peter's name was displayed as the contact, his voice suggested cutting into your nightly ramblings. It appeared to be a new routine that the two of you had developed over the course of your newfound friendship.

Peter had promised to be there when you needed someone to vent the frustration and fear you had bottled up since your big breakdown at the science expo, refusing to see you the way you were that day again. The nightly conversation usually begins with you doubting Peter's assistance or stringing together apologies after saying something you thought to be embarrassing.

It took some adjustment from both of you to respect the ambiguous boundaries you set for yourselves. Peter grew accustomed to finding the right moments to remain silent while you wept on-call or to offer advice when you silently sought it. Peter was convinced that figuring out your emotions was like a puzzle, the most interesting puzzle that life had ever given him.

“The Arctic Monkeys concert?” As Peter could hear you shuffling around on his end, he responded with a hum of agreement as his breath seemed too slow, listening to every little sound that came from his phone, analyzing the pause that was filtering the air.

Peter knew it was a big leap from you, having taken months to get to this point in your relationship, he didn't want to push you into anything you were truly uncomfortable with, but he couldn't stop the scientist in the back of his mind from throwing you into new situations that you used to avoid, he wanted to be the one to break you out of your shell.

“Uh…yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind trying something like that” 

How did I get here? It’s all so quick, and I feel sick, red pushing down on the green 

It was all a lie, the cheering with a song, the way you'd smile when Peter would look back at you, searching for a small source of discomfort as the crowd grew louder.

What Peter didn't realize during your new friendship was that you were incredibly skilled at masking, concealing the way you regretted agreeing to come to the overly noisy environment. the way you would flinch when someone shoved into you while under the influence of the environment. You were paranoid, feeling as if you stood out in the crowd like everyone knew you weren't having a good time.

It was too hot as everyone was standing too close to you. Recognizing that personal space was limited at concerts, you tried to stay behind the growing crowd, not wanting to be too close to anyone but Peter.

But, eventually, the boy misjudged your comfort and dragged you headfirst into the crowd, pushing through people to get as close to the front as you two could get. You genuinely tried to have a good time, not get caught up in your thoughts, but before you could release them, those thoughts came pouring out of you in the form of vomit.

Could you love this? did you plan to fall? Well, if I’m being honest, I bet it’s not that at all 

While in class, you tried not to acknowledge Peter and Gwen engaging with each other. Gwen, on the other hand, appeared to be a genuinely nice person. She would assist you with classwork problems and would even go out of her way to greet you in the hallways.

But you couldn't shake the darkened sense that came from seeing the duo laugh about their own inside jokes or sneak glances at each other.

You didn't understand how Peter could easily switch his fixate between both the two of you. You felt embarrassed and moronic for believing that someone like Peter Parker might have romantic feelings for you.

You were a young black man. Of course, Peter Parker wasn't gay.

Gwen, with her petite and small frame, pale light rose-hued skin, perfect light blonde hair, and sparkling eyes, was the polar opposite of you who towered over his figure even while slouching. You were naive to believe that anyone would ever even look at you while seated next to her.

Truly you’ve shaken me, and I think you as I plead, but I have a hunch that it’s all you wanted from me

You couldn't cease the breath that passed through your lungs when Peter told you over the phone that he and Gwen were a couple. He didn't want the situation to unfold the way it did as your room fell silent to take in the information, and as Peter sat on the other line in fidgeting nervousness.  

You didn't expect Gwen Stacy, of all the people in school, to approach him after school and ask him out. When he told you, he felt like a liar, nervously filling the silence with how the event unfolded between the two.

He assumed you muted at some point during his rambling, knowing that whenever you choked up, it was something you did on the phone before returning to the conversation.

Perhaps it was the shock that caused you to lie completely still in your own mind, Peter's voice fading into background noise and white silence filling your thoughts.

It was almost as if you were becoming more and more empty as you reached for your phone and ended the call in the middle of Peter's conversation.

I’m used to being a joke 

notes: Helloo, I'm currently going through a heartbreak obsession, so please excuse the angst in most of my recent works. I just feel better working on sad things right now, happy new year. (reupload because of tags)

[kissbentennyson]

Can I have Ben and Gwen try to tell Kevin that he matters, but he doesn't believe them until the reader convinces him??? Platonic with extra fluff, please.

I tried, it's probably a little fast though.

Better Off Gone

Platonic! Kevin x Sibling! Reader | There is no mention of the readers gender.

Friday, 11:30 pm

Finals week left you completely wiped out, on a normal friday you’d be up watching a movie or something- but god you were so tired. You had been knocked out for a few hours now because of some melatonin, totally not expecting to be woken up directly on the half hour by the sound of someone in the house. You look to your door, listening. It definitely wasn’t the ‘break in’ somebody in the house, it’s just Kevin. You feel a dull happiness, he’s seemingly always in danger, but at least you know he’s safe.

You shove your face back into the pillow, and the moment you close your eyes- you’re out.

Your phone rings echoing through your bedroom, startling you awake. Your eyes shoot open, blinded by the sudden light- It’s morning now? What the hell? Oh right, the phone. You take it off the charger, looking down at the screen to read the name. It’s Gwen, your brother’s girlfriend who you actually met through a shared elective class. You answer, letting out a groggy-

“Hello?”

“Hey-” She says your name with a sigh, and suddenly you are fully awake and worried- but you let her continue. “Last night Kevin, Ben, and I- we got into a small fight. He- he almost hurt himself for us… saying something about it- him not mattering. Ben and I- well, mostly I did my best to refute this but Kevin just… Left. Ben stopped me from going after him, because he probably needs space...” In your head, the dots connect. That's why he came here and not to his apartment- and why it was so late and so loud. “I was just wondering if he got home safe.”

You sit up, smoothing the top of your hair. “Yeah, he woke me up coming in last night- I'm surprised he didn’t go back to his place.” You can practically hear her life through the phone. You knew she really didn’t need this right now, she’s probably just as nervous- if not more- over finals and… literally everything else that comes along with her and her family's lives. “Great, i’ll be over to talk to him-” “Actually Gwen, I think it would probably be better if I went to talk to him. A new voice in the situation, new point of view, y’know?”

There was some obvious nervousness from her side, but you put in the cheeriest voice you could. “Just… rest, alright? I know that you need it. I can handle this, he’s my big brother- I’ll tell you how it goes, and if something goes south I'll call you to come over.” There’s still silence, but you give her the time to think it out. It takes a few minutes before you hear anything, and it’s a more relaxed “Okay.” You feel some of the sudden tensity in your shoulders loosen- but one thing pops up in your thoughts. And with no hesitation, you let it out.

“Gwen, you’re a really good friend, and a great fucking girlfriend to Kevin. Whatever you think is your fault or that you may have caused… it’s not. None of this is your fault or responsibility. You aren’t his keeper. You love him and you want him to be okay, and he will be. So will you.” There’s a wavery little sigh the moment you finish. “Thank you.”

-

A sweatshirt and shorts might not have been the best thing to wear out in the cold garage, but you didn’t feel like changing. You give a quick knowing before opening the door, suddenly greeted by the cold. It’s a little damp too, but you’ll blame that on last night’s rain. A chill shoots through your body like no other, but you press on. Kevin doesn’t look up from the engine, just keeps working. You casually stroll up like you normally would to bother him. He looks upset, but to be fair, he always does. He always is. Still not looking up, leaning in deeper even- he doesn’t let you speak first.

“Hey squirt, Just wake up?” You give a scoff, god you hate that nickname. “That obvious?” Taking a step back, you peer under the propped open hood to look at the engine… it doesn’t look like any you’ve ever seen. You weren’t a car person, but he was, so by obligation you knew a lot of information you didn’t care about. But, unfortunately you had the knowledge that Kevin had used some… ‘otherworldly’ tech to add upgrades to his car. “Somethin break?” For a split second, a smile quirks onto his face. “Nah, not on this engine. Just adding on.”

You nod, leaning up against a tool box that you often used as a bench. He didn’t really care too much when you did, at least you weren't on the car. You sit and watch him for a good minute, he pauses all of the sudden before speaking again. “Did Gwen send you out here?” Your lips press flat. Straight to the point, huh? You had no reason to not tell the truth.

“Not technically.” He finally looks over at you, one brow cocked. “Gwen called just to see if you got home safe. She was going to come over and talk to you herself- but I thought it would be better if I came to talk to you.” He turns back to his engine block, a quick dismissal of your presence. “Don’t bother, you’ve got nothin’ to do with it.” You straighten up. “Actually. I think I sorta do. You know this whole thing probably goes a lot deeper than you realize. Or care to admit.”

He turns back to you, now a little miffed. “What? You came out here to psy- psycho-” “Psychoanalyze you?” “Yeah, that.” You scoff. “Fuck no. I just don’t think- Will you just sit down and hold an actual conversation with me? No arguments. Please?” He holds an intense eye contact with you, as if he’s trying to intimidate you into leaving him alone. This might have worked on anyone else, but you’re his little sibling- you’ve dealt with so much worse from him at literally any other time. His brow is knit tight, like steel cables, and soon yours mirror his. “Kevin.” You channel your mom’s sternness, but a bitterness flows through. “If you don’t sit down and talk to me, I’ll put tampons in your fucking gas tank.”

His expression changes, putting down the tool in hand. As defensive as he is with his car, he knew you weren’t playing- and if you were to, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to get back at you. Ma’ would have his head for that. He leans his hip against the car, arms crossing. You take a deep breath before continuing to speak. “First. What exactly happened?” “What? Gwen didn’t tell you?” You could hear the irritation in his voice, but you couldn't care less. “Not any details. Just, what did you try to do?”

Kevin rolls his eyes. “We busted a weapons deal, some of my old buddies. They got away, but started a timer on a bomb big enough to level the whole building and then some. I tried to get Ben and Gwen out so that I could smash it and keep it from hurting other people. We stopped it and I guess it didn’t sit well with them.” A tightness in your chest formed, and you can feel the urge to cry swell up in your throat. “Why?”

“Because it was the quickest way, and-” he glances around, and you can't tell who he was checking for. “Look, i’m not stupid. I know that everyone- You, Ma, Harvey Ben, Gwen- everyone would be better off if i had just… stayed gone. I-” “That isn’t true!” it leaves you in a short and pained yell, rising from the tool box you were sitting on. Your voice drops to a calmer tone. “I can understand where you get that from Mom and Harvey- But your friends? Your Girlfriend?” You take a step forward.

“What is happening to make you feel this way? Has anyone said anything or done anything-” He stands up straight with a puffed chest, ready to defend himself. “Can you just drop it? It doesn’t matter and it’s nothing you’re a part of!” “Nothing I'm a part of? You’re my brother! I think I have a right to know and talk about my brother trying to blow himself up!”

You hadn’t meant to raise your voice like that at all, but Kevin didn’t know that. “And what? Your big idea to help is to come out here and start a fight with me?” he yells back. Your lips press flat as you swallow down the anger that's bubbling inside of you. It feels like your entire body is boiling with rage, but you can’t let this fall even deeper into a screaming match. Dropping your voice to a calmer tone. “I didn’t intend to start a fight, I'm still not. I’m sorry that I did, I wasn’t trying to aggravate you.” You rub your arm, shoulders dropping to make yourself look less defensive. “I’m just worried about you.”

He stares down at you for a second, then, some of his tension is released. “When are you not?” the side of his mouth quirks upwards just slightly. You let out a sigh of relief. “You know what, fair point. It’s hard not to though, it seems like you three are always on the brink of getting yourselves killed.” He closes the hood of the car, starting to put back all the tools he used. It's not like him to clean up much, but he can’t just leave it out. Ma’ll kill him if he leaves the garage a mess again. Unfortunately, you were home to hear that fight. Not pretty.

He picks up the smaller tool box and just lazily stacks it on the larger one you were just sitting on. Leaning against the bumper of his car, you fiddle with your thumbs. “Sorry for this but, I think your urge to take the brunt of everything is, like, subconscious. I don’t think you’re worthless, I don't think you you truly believe it either. Even though that's just what you continuously think.” He turns to you. “Huh- Hey! I thought you weren’t gonna do all that.”

“Look, it just… it just reminds me of when we were kids. Most of our family hates us, but I remember that your acting out got worse when… they started to project onto me too. You- you took the brunt of the hatred I’m just saying, maybe it’s just in your nature to protect the people you care about… Even though you’ve never liked me all that much. Actually, I never got to thank you for that.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, before smiling. “You talk too much sometimes.” He walks just past you, using one of his greasy hands to ruffle your hair. You hold back the initial reaction to groan, knowing damn well you’ll have to shower after this- despite having already showered last night. But you don’t. Kevin doesn’t hesitate to sit on the car hood with you, which is completely out of the ordinary- you’ve seen him do it, but every time you’ve tried he’s told you not to. You surely expected him to ream you.

“You’re not gonna, like, yell at me for sitting on the hood or…” He shrugs, throwing his arm over your shoulder. You tense up, Kevin had never been a super touchy sibling, unless you count all of the roughhousing you did as kids. You were always the more affectionate one. You always needed to be around someone, or holding someone’s hand- part of you was practically soaring with happiness, but the other was a little worried. Why would he suddenly want to, like, hug you- and be so lenient? But, you lean into it.

Mistake.

Suddenly, you’re jerked downwards, the knuckles of his opposing hand rubbing rough circles into your scalp. Laughing a little bit, slapping at his side a few times before he lets go. “Hey, jerk, that hurts!” You say, elbowing his ribs slightly, to which he gives you an elbow back. “Yeah, that's the point. And it doesn’t hurt as much as when you would bite me as kids.” You scoff. “You’re 6’3 and mostly muscle. It does hurt! Also, I never bit you!”

“Yes you did! You used to bite me when you were cuttin’ teeth then didn’t stop.” You press your lips flat, eyeing his arm and trying to bet if you could bite him now. Before you even move he reaches that arm back, turning the whole thing the same color greens as his car. “Don’t even think about it.” Puffing out your bottom lip a bit, you huff and cross your arms. “Whatever, you’re just lucky I can’t do what you can- yet.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, squirt.”

[simonsrosebud]

what if kevin & dalton had been set up instead of meeting on their own?

(pls accept this as apology for not posting any kalton for MONTHS)

kevin doesn’t have a date to the banquet.

normally, it’s fine.  he’s taken allison or renee to the last few, as friends.  but this year, renee has something going on with gwen, their freshman dealer who is somehow only a year younger than himself.  and allison got scooped up by ricky, the other freshman dealer. 

“what happened to us being dates?  i thought it was unspoken?”

allison shrugs and pushes her hair behind her shoulder.  she has her arms crossed as she leans against the doorframe to kevin’s bedroom.  “sure, but ricky has a crush on me and it’s fun playing around with it.”

kevin sends her a look.  “ew, don’t look at me like that.  as if, he’s like a baby to me.”  kevin opens his mouth, but gets cut off.  “you could get a date easily, it’s fine, we’ll help.”

and she’s right.  later that afternoon she shoots a text to the team groupchat.

allison:  kevin needs a date, any and all genders welcome.  must be hot, good at socializing, and able to withstand his complete lack of care for them esp once he starts talking exy. 

allison:  i expect a nominee from each of you.  good luck soldiers.

and kevin’s going to kill that girl.

the freshmen don’t answer, of course.  all of their friends are freshmen, and they’re also just too scared to respond to the foxes sometimes.

aaron responds first, suggesting he just take one of the vixens.  neil chimes in by saying that marissa girl is fucking social alright.

kevin doesn’t get why allison can’t just set him up with one of her friends.  she has a strict rule against any of the foxes dating her non-exy friends, but it’s just an banquet. 

matt comes in last, but instead of the groupchat it’s just to kevin.

matt:  i have a friend named dalton.  he’s in his masters to become a professor but he’s chill. he’s nice and fun too, the best guy i know

kevin knows he shouldn’t be shallow, but...

kevin:  picture?

matt responds almost instantly.  a picture of his friend sitting across from him at starbucks on his laptop.  he looks caught off guard, like matt took the picture without warning.

is he with him right now?

kevin:  maybe.

he drops his head back and rubs his eyes.

an hour later, the door opens.  neil comes in first.  matt is on his heels, and someone else trails in behind him.  kevin sits up.

neil looks at him.  in french, he says, “i wasn’t a part of this.”

kevin stands, and responds back in french.  “you let him in.”  neil shrugs at that, and continues down to the bedroom.

matt nods at him with a smug smile.  “do you still have your psych 101 workbook?  i have to take it next semester and i don’t wanna buy it.”

kevin frowns.  is he not going to introduce his friend?  “uh, yeah.”  he turns to his desk and rummages through the drawers to pull it out.

“oh, this is dalton, by the way.  he’s a friend from sophomore year.”

there it is.  kevin turns back, book in hand, and nods at dalton.

dalton smiles, calm and charming, and tilts his head a bit.  “he’s lying.  i was his TA.”

kevin gives a smile.  it’s small and faint, and mostly fake.  he can’t help it.  he doesn’t care for small talk like this.  how old does that make dalton?

also, how did matt befriend his TA?  kevin’s never spoken a word to the majority of his own.

“can’t imagine having to deal with him in class,” he says, jokingly.

matt doesn’t defend it, just shrugs and moves on.  “hey, did you find a date to the banquet yet?”  he wiggles his eyebrows.  

kevin’s gonna kill him.  he stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket so he can ball his fists.  “not yet, no.”

he nods, nudges dalton.  “kevin’s on the exy team, too.  he’s the only one without a date to the winter banquet this year,” he says.  “allison, remember allison?  she’s on a manhunt to find someone she approves of for him.”

dalton considers it.  “that sounds like allison.”

kevin refrains from frowning.  “have you met her?”

dalton has, just one time when he and matt went to a football game this fall and made a pit stop to matt’s room.  it’s also when he met neil, albeit very briefly.  neil had too much going on to give him the time of day.

“once, a month or so ago.”

when matt and dalton get into the car, dalton turns halfway in his seat to fully face matt.  “he doesn’t have a date?”  matt shakes his head.  “is he into guys at all?”

matt glances at him.  “yeah, he’s bisexual.”

dalton raises his eyebrows.  “um, hello?!  why didn’t you set him up with me?!”

matt frowns and shoots his friend a look.  “why do you think we just went over?!  i took psychology freshman year!”

dalton’s gonna kill him.  “but you didn’t say anything about me to him.”  matt rolls his eyes and waves him off, and dalton sits back in his seat.

“i know kevin, i know what i’m doing.”

he crosses his arms.  “you’re the worst wingman i’ve ever met.”

but low and behold, kevin texts matt a few hours after his visit.

kevin:  how do u know dalton would want to be my date to the banquet?

matt:  bc he literally told me so

kevin:  fine, ask him if he wants to go and i’ll take him.

when dalton climbs on the bus behind matt, it takes him only a moment to spot kevin and make his way over.

the banquet is five hours away, so the foxes and their dates are changing into their formalwear once they arrive.

dalton has joggers on, and a long sleeve henley that’s a size too big.  his collarbone hangs out as the collar hangs low.  he wears a soft smile, and pushes a hand back through his hair. 

he looks hot.

dalton looks even more hot dressed up in his suit.  he keeps at kevin’s side at first, and talks to both matt and dan from time to time.  allison even pops up once to inquire about him, since he wasn’t one of her picks.

dalton and matt seem to joke around like they’re best friends.  but he doesn’t ever remember matt mentioning him.

then again, if kevin had friends outside of exy, he may not introduce them to the foxes, either.

he finds his way back to kevin’s side at their table, where he’s talking to a trojan player.  after a while, kevin turns to him.  “you don’t have to stick by my side, if you don’t want.”  he almost feels bad.

dalton shrugs and smiles.  “what if i want to stick by your side?”  the way that kevin reacts shows that he wasn’t expecting that, and dalton’s smile turns shy.  “um, i don’t mind, really.  i’d feel bad leaving you alone.  i’m your date.”  he takes a sip of his drink.

“okay.”  it barely leaves kevin’s lips, but it’s enough to make dalton happy.

“you can even talk exy to me, if you want.  i can pretend i know how it works.”

kevin’s heart seizes.  “you don’t know exy?”

dalton grins.  “i’ve never even seen a game.”  he leans closer.  “teach me?”

so he does.  for the next half hour, they sit and kevin blabbers on, and dalton listens and asks questions.  and then they sidetrack somehow to talking about marvel movies and what they suspect will happen in the next spiderman movie.

dalton swears to die on the grave that peter parker is a bisexual icon.

“you can take that title, instead, though.”  his grin is cheeky.  kevin lightly kicks his ankle and rolls his eyes, but he’s heavily amused.

“what about you?  what are you?”

“gay,” he shrugs.  “not much to it.”

“did you… when you told people, how did they react?”

dalton’s head tilts just a bit, and his smile starts to fade.  “some people don’t like it, but it was fine for the most part.”  and after a moment.  “why, are you okay?”

kevin nods.  

dalton doesn’t believe it.  and he supposes he doesn’t know kevin enough to say that, but there’s something about the way kevin doesn’t verbally respond to it that sits weird in his head.

he props his chin in his hand.  “i told my roommates i was gay the first week of freshman year.  my roommate knew, but we had two suitemates, and one of them kinda stopped talking to me after that if he could help it.”  he flicks his eyes up to meet kevin’s.  “my uncle asks me at every family function if i’ve got a girl yet.  he’s known for seven years, now,” he says.  “and thanksgiving is now hosted at my house because my grandmother told my mother that i was unwelcome in hers.”

harsh.  

“i’m sorry.”

he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say, really.  he barely has family as it is, but he can’t imagine losing them now because of something so small.

but dalton just shrugs a shoulder.  “it’s okay.  think about it this way, if i was still in the closet i wouldn’t be your date right now.”  he cracks a smile.  always smiling.

that’s when kevin notices just how close their faces are.  and how he keeps glancing at dalton’s mouth.  he sits back.  not here.

dalton goes to the bathroom, and matt takes his seat.  “how’s it going with dalton?”

kevin frowns.  “fine, why?  did he say something?”

matt’s face is indescribable.  “no, but i see you guys getting all close and stuff.  just flirt with him, dude!  he obviously likes you.”

yeah right.  “i-i don’t think so.  he’s just here because i didn’t have a date.”

matt drops his head for a second.  “kevin, after you first met him he scolded me for not setting you two up.  he doesn’t watch exy, and he’s not here for the famous kevin day, just give him a chance.”  kevin looks to the side, where dalton’s on his way back talking with dan at his side.  they’re getting closer, so he talks fast and quiet.  he stands.  “don’t fuck this up, he’s hot and nice,” he whispers, and grins when dan slides into his side.

“we wanna dance.  boys?”  she looks expectantly at both kevin and matt.  matt doesn’t have a choice, but he’d never say no anyway.

dan pulls kevin up and shoves him lightly into dalton, who catches a hand on his waist.  kevin wants to squirm out of it, but not because he doesn’t like dalton, or dalton’s touch.  just because the idea of liking dalton scares him a bit.

but dalton lets go when he finds his balance.

“i don’t- i can’t dance.”

“yeah right, i’ve seen you at eden’s before.”

when he was belligerently drunk.

“you don’t have to.” dalton’s voice is soft behind him.

matt slides his gaze to kevin.  don’t fuck this up.

he turns.  how has his life come to this?  “no.  i will, if you want to.”

dalton grins, lopsided and happy.  “yeah?”

he hopes he doesn’t regret it.  “yeah.” 

so dalton takes him by the hand and leads him after matt and dan.  the majority of the foxes are in the midst of the crowd as well, but they don’t pay them any mind.  there’s enough people that kevin can pretend he’s at eden’s.

kevin is a terrible dancer.  dalton notices it right away and laughs.  when kevin gives him a look he says, “follow my lead.  just sway a little.  nod your head to the music,” kevin looks up at him while he dances, but catches dalton’s eyes instead.

he looks away and falls out of rhythm.  “sorry,” he mumbles.

“it’s okay.”  dalton gently takes kevin’s hands and puts them on his waist.  it feels illegal.  his hands feel like dead weights, he doesn’t know what to do.

is he blacking out right now?

but then dalton’s moving his hips and dancing, and laughing.  he’s having fun and kevin wants to have fun too.

he moves his hands from dalton’s waist to around his neck, and dalton hesitates with his hands near kevin’s hips until kevin nods.

dalton’s fingers dip into his hips.  his one finger taps along the beat of whatever song is playing, while he lightly sings along and bounces back and forth.

it’s dark on this side of the court with the exception of some colored lights darting around.  the designated dancing spot.

kenna is kissing jack in the crowd.

kevin looks back to dalton, singing with a smile plastered on his face.

no one would notice.

kevin’s fingers twitch against dalton’s neck.  but someone could.

he’s already out, but that doesn’t mean he’s kissed a boy in public yet.

he drops his arms.  “i need some air.”

dalton let’s go, “are you okay?”  but he just nods and takes off, off of the court and down the hall to the locker rooms.  the foxes have their things in the away men’s locker room.

kevin sinks down on the bench.  he plays with the bracelet around his wrist, courtesy of betsy in case he needs something to fidget with.  opposed to panicking, that is.

that woman is never wrong.

kevin likes dalton, that’s not in question nor is it really the problem.  the problem is that he doesn’t know what his problem is.  if it’s what people will say when they see that he truly is into men.

being told something versus seeing proof that it’s real are two different things.  he’s learned that, dealt with it more than once.  the last time it was the proof of the raven’s bullying and abuse.  being told that kevin and riko’s relationship isn’t what the fans fantasize it is versus then seeing proof that it isn’t anything that they thought, for example.

kevin had to deal with backlash like that for months after the raven’s investigation post championship game.  him being bi isn’t the same, of course, but he doesn’t know how to predict the behaviors of his fans.  he doesn’t know what they’ll support or not.

but he likes dalton.

“hey.”

one of the freshmen, eva, stands in the doorway.  “stop running 

you don’t have to be scared of people seeing you dance, you know.”

kevin frowns.  “i don’t care about dancing.”

“yeah, but you care about dancing with your date.”  they cross their arms and lean against the doorframe.  “no one cares.  half this team is a little gay, anyway.”

once they’ve changed for the night in the hotel room, dalton hesitates from where he stands by the bed.  “are you okay?  you seemed a little jittery all night, i just... i wanna make sure everything’s fine, i guess.”

kevin looks up, but doesn’t answer. 

stop being so afraid of everything.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what he can say.

he sighs.

dalton’s standing there, arms crossed, concerned.  kevin swallows his fears as he makes his way across the room until he’s standing right in front of dalton, and slides a hand behind his neck to kiss him.

dalton hums, surprised.  after a moment he brings a hand to kevin’s chest, and there’s a second where kevin thinks hes going to be pushed away.  instead his fingers dig into his hoodie and he pulls kevin closer.

dalton’s smiling as kevin pulls away.  “about time,” he mumbles, and kisses him again.

the back of dalton’s knees hit the bed by accident, but he drops down to sit and gently pulls kevin by the strings of his hoodie.

kevin isn’t new to sex, so to speak.  he’s not the most experienced, but he’s had his fun.  it’s the only reason he’s confident enough to scoot dalton further back and kiss him into the mattress.

dalton wraps an ankle around the back of kevin’s knee.  he curls his fingers into his hair and leans his head back when kevin kisses down his neck.

they wake up to kevin’s phone blaring.  matt’s calling.

kevin only acknowledges the fact that he has his arm around dalton for a second before he checks the time.

they’re late.

wymack’s gonna kill him.

kevin sits up and shakes dalton as he answers his phone.  “hey you guys are awake right?  coach is pulling the bus around then we’re loading up.”

kevin’s out of the bed and throwing his shirt on, tossing dalton’s hoodie to him.  “yeah, we’re coming.”  dalton’s eyes go wide and that kicks him into gear as he realizes the situation.

they look a mess as they run around.  they’ve really only got one pair of clothes and their suits to frantically shove into their bags.  kevin pulls his sneakers on without socks and dalton’s got his on with the laces all undone as they jog down the hall.

at least they brushed their teeth.

dalton drops down to tie his shoes in the elevator, and when he stands kevin takes the liberty of carding his fingers through his hair.

he shrugs.  “bed head.”

dalton can’t help but smile.  “might wanna pull this up a little,” he mumbles, and that’s when kevin realizes that he’d accidentally put on dalton’s long sleeve henley.  the shirt he’d been wearing last night before it got dropped to the floor.

dalton pushes the shirt up so it’s not hanging lower on kevin’s collarbone.  he’s got a nice hickey that needs hiding.

“they’re never going to let this go,” kevin says.

dalton leans back against the elevator wall.  “i’ve got some juice on matt if you ever need.”

kevin smiles, just a little.  despite him worrying all during the banquet, last night was so good.  he doesn’t want it to end as soon as they step off of the bus.  he doesn’t want dalton to be a one night stand, he doesn’t think.

he takes a step forward and kisses dalton against the wall once more.  he pulls away when the elevator dings.

matt smiles to himself as he watches them come around the corner.  he tries to tame it, at least.

kevin and dalton are the last on the bus.  kevin’s spot in the back is open, so they go back there.  dalton toes off his shoes as soon as he sits down.

kevin is on the aisle side.  his chest skips when dalton’s hand lands gently on his thigh.  he doesn’t hate it.

it’s dinner time when they get back to a rainy palmetto.  dalton had fallen asleep on kevin’s shoulder a half hour ago, and jolts awake when matt whoops and shouts to get out of his way so he can run off the bus for the bathroom.

“sorry,” dalton says quietly, scratching his head and yawning into the back of his hand.

“i didn’t mind.” kevin stretches his legs and pulls his shoes on.

dalton’s car is in the gated stadium parking lot.  kevin walks him to it, head ducked because all he’s got on is dalton’s henley.  no one anticipated rain.

dalton turns after unlocking his car, and sticks a ripped off folded note into kevin’s palm.  kevin puts it right into his pocket for safe keeping.  “so are you gonna call me after this?”  dalton’s hair is falling wet over his  forehead.

he nods, mouths the word yeah but nothing comes out.  and dalton can’t help himself, so he takes a step forward and kisses kevin one last time, gentle as he hesitates with his fingers hovering over his cheek.

kevin’s  got nothing to lose at this point, so he curls his hand alone dalton’s neck and steps closer.

he only pulls away because the team is most likely watching, and someone whistles.  “i’ll call you,” he nods.  he shoves his hands into his pockets and ignores the rain as he watches dalton drive out of the parking lot.

he turns towards the maserati and sees andrew shakes his head.  kevin looks down at himself.  he’s halfway to soaked.  not ideal for such an expensive car. which leaves one option.

kevin slides into the front seat of his father’s car.

wymack can’t wipe the smug look from his face.  “so-“

“no.”

[lilyclawthorne]

Keeping Up A-fear-ance's Thoughts

I finished writing this shortly after 3 am after watching the new episode like three times because I simply had too much energy about it and I have so many thoughts because I simply live for clawthornes and also I tried to break it up with more photos this time sorry not sorry if it's a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNG EDA!! let me just say I am quite a fan of opening with a flashback like we've done here and the last episode

"we have never seen a curse like this before" Lilith you had shit luck picking out curses huh

"cut it out if we have to" goddamn Gwen let'a calm the fuck down a bit.

anyways we've only really seen young Eda as a wild and confident and happy little child so I appreciate seeing this side of her with the anxiety and fear she's feeling here. I love seeing what the curse stuff was like for her as a kid

Gwen: I raised a perfectly fine kid

Me: no you didn't look at her she's got anxiety

I'm guessing this is their backyard or just some woods behind their house?? wonder if the portal was placed there by another elder family member.

lmao I can't even begin to imagine what small Eda experiencing the human realm was like for the first time

Gwens giving me "I can't accept that my child is disabled/chronically ill/etc." here. y’know the kinda parent that'll put their kid through hell over something they probably will find a way to learn to live with (which Eda did do)

ok that's it I humbly request to know the story behind the fang now (also the noise she made when she put it in was freaking cute)

new dress! new boots! new dress! new boots!

..yikes that fridge is empty

"calm down the curse acts stronger when you're stressed" Eda do you know who you're talking to here

confirmation losing limbs is in fact a side effect of the curse!! (y'know since Eda originally said it just happens when you get older)

please I love these sisters they're so sweet and make me wanna go 🥺

"suddenly curious about my past" "always. always curious" Luz says exactly what we all think

witchlet?? sweet flea?? she's got pet names for them 🥺 (although idk how much I'd like to be referred to as any kind of flea sorry Lilith)

ok Gwen is very much not close to what I expected and I'm kinda grateful for that

she's more like super caring but still managed to royally fuck up which was my original head canon for clawthorne parents so uh that's cool. but literally, look at their body language, Eda's pissed, Lilith's sad and making herself small. she's clearly messed up with her parenting on both of them along the way.

"who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" mama clawthorne would be a fucking anti-vaxxer wouldn't she

ok I side with Eda here more than Luz and Lilith. just because Luz misses her mother, or Lilith hasn’t seen their mom in so long doesn’t mean Eda has to feel all grateful for the presence of Gwen, especially if the woman has caused her a lot of trouble over the years

I feel like the fact that its actually both Lilith and Gwendolyn have spent their whole lives dedicated to trying to find a cure could probably have held some kind of weight on Eda at some point. Even though she shouldn't feel guilty or responsible for that, I still feel like it's gotta suck knowing these people have spent so much time on something you know is likely never gonna happen, all for you.

Lilith 😞 her mother really just didn't pay attention to her all these years

hey if this guy does some next level healing magic then why isn't he more well-known, huh? why’d it take so long to come across him?? Gwen do you know what the fuck you're doing cause I think you don't

Lilith just because you're depressed about your mom doesn't mean you have to bring king down too 😠

SUPER irrelevant but is anyone else just bothered by the way Lilith is holding her spoon?? that doesn't seem like a comfortable way to hold a spoon. also is she left handed??

"knife season came early" EDA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. is this a boiling isles things or is this a it’s common for people to throw knives at you thing

also I want to be surprised Eda fell for the apple blood signs but I am not 😔 

Luz please trust you're gut on this one and not mama clawthorne

ok now I need to know why the fridge was empty but they had 18 cartons of ice cream this is why you guys don't have food you're wasting it all on ice cream.

wow never thought I'd see the day hooty became the voice of reason

also, night market ice cream?? are they implying this ice cream is like, edibles of some sort?? Lilith does seem kinda high here ngl. idk man but at least she wants to stand up for herself so good for her.

PLEASE kings just offering her ice cream while she transforms

"first in a series" Gwen honey oh no. you've been duped. I think we can see where Lilith got her naïveté from huh.

Also, nice snatch Luz 😊

anyways love how this show is basically making fun of moms who refuse to give their kids proper medical treatment or listen to medical professionals here

EXCUSE ME why do we know Gwen's palisman's name before we know Lilith's?????

"I am a mother who'll do anything for her daughter" you're mom who's suffocating obsession with one daughter has left the other neglected and is currently causing her to turn into a full on beast ya dummy

Eda DOES have a right to be upset. it sucks that her own valid emotions that she should get to feel will cause her while body to betray her.

PLEASE I’M SO GLAD LILITH’S BEAST DESIGN LOOKS LIKE HER AND IS NOT THE THING FROM THE TRAILER THAT IS ACTUALLY IN EDA"S HEAD WHEN SHE’S TRANSFORMED

but also why is she SO massive?? also anyone concerned that this is her first transformation and the light glyph trick wouldn't even work??

Gwen look at what you've done, you've fostered feelings of inferiority in one daughter causing her to feel the need for sibling rivalry that the pure instincts of the raven beast cannot suppress no matter how much their sisterly relationship had improved.

HOW COULD YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER ALSO BEING CURSED BE A PART OF THE PROCESS GWEN??

"after Eda was cursed, I joined the beast keeping coven" woah woah WOAH. you're telling me you only joined because of trying to help Eda. that covens existed, before Eda got cursed, and you very much weren't a part of one. combine that with "some words for belos" she has and do I smell wild witch theory still plausible???

anyways at least mama clawthorne is getting some sense into her head here

Morton c'mon help a girl out, that's some dang good art too what the heck dude

ok fine mama clawthorne to the rescue

no pls not raven beast Lilith crying im crying now

Gwen: I raised a fine and self-sufficient child

Me: no you didn't look at her. she's got, SO MUCH.

GODDAMN THATS SOME POWER. ngl this only adds fuel to the fire in my head that there was some kinda reasoning these sisters were torn apart, that someone felt they'd be too powerful together (and they were probably right)

"I heard you but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't do anything" may be just because she's not used to the curse but again part of me is concerned that because she couldn't pull herself out of it even a little bit like Eda did that there's something wrong there. but she also could've been stressed beyond reasonably calming herself down too.

ok but this is sweet

NOOO im so sad Lilith's leaving :( I literally cried ok

"you lived here?" fine OKAY king that was hilarious even if im sad about this

"reconnect with dad" excuse me where the fuck has this man been in the middle of all of this. curse shit is going DOWN and he's just chilling at home.

I am curious about people's thoughts regarding the whole Lilith regression thing and the fact that she's literally going to be living with her parents again. I feel like it could help nurture that inner child she's been reverting back to and help her out a LOT. but I could also be concerned about it feeding into the regression and making it worse?? idk and this show probably ain't getting that actually deep into psych anyways

"some day my hair is gonna be big enough to do that too" Luz I cannot wait for the day. also mood, I wish I could do that too.

alright who's holding the fucking pen for hooty we need a volunteer RIGHT NOW so we can remain in contact with Lulu

NOT THE ONLY HUMAN? my bets on the real azura rip never mind she said he

Titan’s Blood?? interesting. If the blood of the titan is around I wonder what that means regarding the titans existence, and how long its been since the titan fell.

AHH BABY LUZ PHOTO

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? They're really gonna spring that on us like this??? Camila's gotta notice somethings wrong right??? Unless any differences she just chalks up to the camp?? oh god :(

well, anyways lumity shippers come get yo juice next weekend

anyways im gonna need to add a NOT canon compliant tag on that one Gwendolyn fic I wrote because it definitely do not comply anymore

[iheartsunset]

Papa Louie Scarlett HCs

-Rosabella Ocampo is a 23 year old singer/songwriter and graduate school student who lives with her fiancé, Rudy, in a Powder Point condo. She is widely known by her legal/stage name, Scarlett Heart and is the lead singer/songwriter of Scarlett and the Shakers. While punk ska and playing gigs with her friends are her true passion, Scarlett plans to become a game theory professor in the future. She can mostly be seen writing lyrics for a new song, riding roller coasters with Rudy, climbing trees with Clover, and just vibing with Marty.

-Scarlett is rather bold and seductive, often playfully flirting with others or making jokes about inappropriate topics. I stole this from Rouge, thanks SnapCube fandub for revitalizing my love for Sonic. Alongside her flirtatiousness is her intelligence and desire to succeed, using rules and lessons that she learned from various games to apply to her daily life. Thanks to her love of poker and mahjong, Scarlett has grown to be very analytical and sly in her motives. Out of the shakers, she is undoubtedly the big sister friend as she’s kind of a bad influence on the rest of them and is always subjected to scoldings by mom friend, Janana.

-Rudy calls her “Princesa” because of her Cinderella-like backstory. Her mother was a very kind woman and Scarlett lived happily with her and her father. Her mother died in a roadside construction accident when Scarlett was only 9, leaving Scarlett heartbroken. Her father then married a woman named Moira with two sons, Graham and David, who was emotionally abusive towards Scarlett until she moved out at age 16. Scarlett’s relationship with her dad deteriorated over time and she’s basically disowned them since. She finds solace in Marty and Clover’s parents, who think of Rudy and Scarlett as their own. She also got along with the other Frostfield residents and helped Willow get back into hockey after her infamous car accident (the first one).

-Stan Twitter often makes memes of her because she’s so iconic and quotable. One of her most iconic moments was when she screamed “I wrote this next one about my bitch ass stepmom. Moira, if you’re listening, your hair is limp and you fucking suck!” at the VMAs.

-Music was her escape as a child, hence why she learned to sing and play multiple instruments. However, her stepmother made her play the violin in the school orchestra as opposed to being allowed in a punk rock band. Even though she was concertmaster and first chair, she hated life so badly. Scarlett can play the guitar, bass guitar, violin, cello, drums, the trumpet, the saxophone, the bassoon, the piano, the xylophone, the harp, the flute, the recorder, the French horn, the clarinet, i didn’t even list all of them and I’m tired already. When one of the other shakers has lead vocals on a song, she’ll take over playing their instrument.

-Scarlett met Rudy during their shared freshman year of high school. Hazelnut High’s orchestra department had its annual field trip to Powder Point (based off my actual orchestra field trip!). Scarlett decided to sneak away from her snobby classmates and teachers and have the time to herself. On one particularly large roller coaster, she sat next to a boy with a Mohawk who told her that since he was a Powder Point native, he could more than handle it. He then proceeded to cry the entire time while holding her hand. They realized how much they had in common and kept in contact even after her trip was over. Their relationship is super lovey dovey, yet chill at the same time. Couple goals, but not on the level of Prudence x Cooper x Taylor.

-The shakers got together during the 23rd season of Flipline’s Got Talent. After the shocking elimination of Taylor Morales in the quarterfinals, the remaining acts were merged together. Scarlett and Rudy and Marty and Clover were two sets of pairs merged together. They all got along beforehand and loved Scarlett’s songwriting, so they all wrote an original song together for the finals. Even though they were fan favorites and had lots of support from the audience, Bill and Boopsy’s amazing ventriloquy act was what won the show, with the upset Shakers coming in second place. Afterwards, they were approached by Janana who offered to become their agent, and all they’ve known since was success. Fun fact: Rudy wouldnt accept Clover and Marty into their act unless they beat him and Scarlett at poker. They did.

-The shakers each can speak multiple languages, with Scarlett being able to speak fluent English and Tagalog, Tagalog being her native language (Filipino gang!). She can also speak some Spanish, Japanese, Arabic, Hindi, and Gaelic because she hangs around the other Shakers and Janana so much.

-All of the food, drinks, clothes, and personal belongings Scarlett loves are various shades of red. Cherries, longanisa, red wine, and candied strawberries are her favorite. Her entire wardrobe? Red. Her LED lights? Red. It honestly scares Rudy how red everything is.

-Her voice would either be Jessica Sanchez from American Idol or Gwen Stefani from the No Doubt era. She also covers a lot of No Doubt songs during their concerts. Speaking of covers, the shakers like to sing classic rock songs as well as modern day hits. Scarlett has the vocal range to do Ariana and Mariah Carey justice.

-Her and Marty are best friends. They’re both on the same wavelength and will most likely have the same reaction to memes, like word for word the same reaction. They usually have to get Rudy and Clover out of trouble most days. I love their chaotic, yet chill energy, like the types that just sit and observe and quietly make funny comments to each other.

-She determines whether she likes you or not based off of how good you are at mahjong or poker. If you suck enough to let her win, she’ll love you forever but if you match her in ability, she’ll respect you but kinda fear you as well. If you refuse to play altogether, she hates you. She’s a game theory student, so playing any board game with her is grounds for disaster because she’ll use her weird psychology and tricks to win all the time. Ironically, she sucks at video games. Even though she loves games of chance, she’s hugely against casinos and betting, instead trading small trinkets like food or makeup.

-At the Cheeseria, she set up a poker table, a mahjong table, and a pool table for the entertainment. They unfortunately had to get rid of the Uno table because somebody (ahem, Jojo) got a little too heated over a match with Papa and Wally. And by “got a little too heated”, I mean that Jojo literally got in a fist fight with Papa and lost.

-All she watches are telenovelas. Don’t ask about The Office or Game of Thrones, all she knows is stuff like Rubi and Maria la del Barrio.

-She doesn’t like musical theater except for Phantom of the Opera. She has taken a few roles as Kim in Miss Saigon, but secretly regrets it because musical theater is so much harder than just a regular concert. She still respects theater actors, but will never again sit through Anything Goes.

-She is the only one of the workers who has managed to successfully punch Guy Mortadello. Koilee and Rudy came close, but Scarlett landed an especially hard punch to his nose. Next to being engaged and forming Scarlett and the Shakers, she says it’s the third happiest day of her life. Now, Guy Mortadello is extremely scared of Scarlett and will cry if he sees her or hears her song on the radio (which is all the time).

-She has a tattoo of a heart of her hand along with a crown. On three of her fingers are a yellow Diamond, green clover, and blue spade.

-Scarlett is absolutely gorgeous and badass, I always kept rewinding Papas Cheeseria just to see her and Rudy in the opening because I had crushes on them both. Anyways, stan Scarlett for good grades (it’s not working though I’m still failing two classes)