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delicatestones · 3 months

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Various Parahuman Teen Couples Go To The Mall

Brian and Taylor: Going to the mall is a normal thing neither of them enjoy, which is precisely why they convince themselves that they should do it. Brian musters up hope that he will be able to carry Taylor's bags and wait for her on benches outside of clothes stores, which will affirm his value as a man. Taylor, who only wants to buy a single hoodie, anxiously refuses to let Brian carry her bag because she doesn't want to be a burden, which banishes Brian to the Masculine Insecurity Pocket Dimension in his own mind. They attempt to rally by going to the food court, where they try to have an awkward 'normal' conversation over greasy pizza slices.

Fortunately, a supervillain they have history with attacks the mall mid-pizza, and they rush off to change in the mall bathrooms and return to thoroughly beat the interloper's ass. Brian apologizes for the mall date going wrong (secretly relieved, also deeply compelled by watching Taylor break a guy's arm with a baton) while Taylor says it's no big deal (even more relieved, mesmerized by Brian's visible sweat on the back of his neck). They may or may not awkwardly touch hands at the fire exit before they flee the scene of the crime.

Krouse and Noelle (Pre-Simurgh): On a quest for limited edition Ransack merch at the Gamestop, which turns out to be all sold out or on reserve. Krouse tries to social engineer it out of the clerk anyway, but Noelle gets so visibly uncomfortable he desists. In the depths of excruciating failure he says something shitty about the guy's haircut after they leave the store and Noelle tells him he's being a dick, which he apologizes excessively for in a way that just makes it more awkward.

In a now desperate effort to turn things around, Krouse tries to lighten the mood by latching onto listing Alternative Mall Activities including one of those photo booth set ups. He makes fun of how cliche they are and how it would be completely lame if they went into one, which transitions into cajoling Noelle to join him in this extremely cringe activity for the bit. She says her hair looks dumb and she doesn't want to, so he gallantly offers her his over-sized hoodie so she can hide her face the entire time, a gesture he does not realize extends the shelf life of their relationship for a solid two weeks. His visible joy when she agrees to the idea adds another week to the tail end of that. They hold hands on the way to the parking lot.

His copy of their photos becomes an instantly precious memento he sticks on the wall above his bed; Noelle puts hers in her picture shoebox in her closet. He spends all night on E-bay overbidding for the merch.

Krouse and Noelle (Post-Simurgh): Twelve Injured One Dead In 'Food Court Nightmare'.

Dean and Victoria: It takes Victoria half an hour to get ready for a mall trip. Dean shows up too early to pick her up and engages Carol Dallon in small talk for twenty minutes, a time span in which Carol manages to list every single one of Victoria's deepest insecurities in the form of barely veiled criticism while Dean smiles like he's being held at gunpoint.

At the mall they get stopped outside the Gap by a gaggle of Glory Girl preteen fans. Dean holds Victoria's bags (many) while she goes through the New Wave Fan Experience Checklist. Victoria says something afterwards to him on the way to the next store that hints at the Dallon Torment Nexus. Dean continues smiling and offers the mildest possible effort at sympathy, which Victoria reacts to with virulent irritation, so he gives up and buys her a mall outlet jewelry store diamond tennis bracelet instead. Thus mollified, she proceeds to allow him to obtain Jamba Juice for the both of them. It's another normal (bad) day in Brockton Bay.

Aisha and Alec: There strictly to cause problems for the sake of causing problems. Alec 'distracts' the staff at Hot Topic by faking a fall into a rack of studded belts and loudly insisting he will sue them for emotional and psychic damages while Aisha shoplifts bracelets. They buy hot pretzels and perch on the edge of the mall fountain marked 'NO LOITERING' to conspicuously loiter while occasionally kicking each other in the ankle. When a security guard tries to get them to move they collaborate on roasting his bloodline back to medieval times, triggering rent-a-cop wrath and a threat to call the Real Cops.

Now officially Wronged By The System, they decamp to breaking into the mall's back corridors (going through an unlocked access door) to vandalize the security office while throwing gummy worms at each other's mouths and missing 70% of the time. In high spirits, they make their cunning exit (leaving through the same door) and sneak into a horror movie at the mall theater halfway through its run time. They heckle the on-screen slasher victims for being idiots until an usher shows up with the original security guard, and then book it for the outside world while laughing like small and charming hyenas.

They agree they should totally rob the mall for real later, preferably while Brian and Taylor are on their make-up mall date, because they are good and kind teammates who only want the best for them.

(This post inspired by the learned discourses of Wormblr character understanders, particularly users lakesbian and simurghed. Any mischaracterizations and errors are my own. These hypotheticals are a non-representative sample of Ways They Could Be At The Mall.)

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sophiexrph · 1 year

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loversj0y · 10 months

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omg congratulations on 200!!!! you deserve it :) it would be lovely if you could do so it goes or i think he knows for the event!!! once again so happy for you❣️

i think he knows

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paring: wilbur soot x gn! barista reader

tws: alcohol, slightly suggestive (taylor was on something when she wrote this okay?) notes: this is my first time writing any sort of coffee shop au so it was very fun!

word count: 977

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Crushes were weird. You used to absolutely hate having them, especially when they came quickly. But for whatever reason, this cafe stranger changed that.

He showed up every day around 2pm and always ordered the same thing. He always chatted with you as well, especially given that 2pm came post-lunch rush so the place was mostly empty. You learned about him quickly. His name was Wilbur, and he worked in editing out of an office around the corner. He played guitar in a band, and he really like geography.. He was hot, as well, tall and with slightly curly brown hair that you wanted to know desperately what it felt like to run your hands through his hair. Not to mention, he had a fantastic fashion sense (for the most part) which just added to your attraction.

When he showed up that day, you felt your heartbeat quicken, and it felt euphoric. He flashed you a grin, and you grinned right back at him, having long done away with any notions of being subtle.

You leaned up against the counter, “Hey, Wilbur,” you already began punching in his order, “How’s today?”

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his arms on the counter, and you were shameless in the way you peered at his forearms. “Today’s been good. Was the lunch rush bad?”

“Other than the business guy whose coffee I almost spit in, not bad.”

“Classy,” he joked, paying for his drink with a smile, “You should’ve. He probably deserved it.”

“I wouldn’t give him the privilege of tasting my spit,” you shrugged, smirking a bit.

Before he could respond, you turned to make his drink. At this point, your flirting was entirely obvious. And, maybe it was the crush making you feel seventeen again, but God you just had to find some way to really get through to him. So what if it was a bit juvenile. Your phone number written across a cardboard drink holder was a strong way to get the message across. He took his drink, and he gave a smile at the number written there. He waved goodbye on his way out, and it wasn’t long before he texted you, making quick plans to meet for a small date not far from here for the next day.

It was nice, a small and cozy pizza place. You spent a lot of time getting ready, wanting to look really nice. You drove as well, not wanting to risk being late. You got there five minutes early, around 7:25pm. He was already there, sitting in a booth and sipping on a beer. Even from afar, he looked amazing. He was in a black button up with black pants and a white and blue racer jacket on top. You watched as he lifted his glass, taking a sip of his beer, and you felt your face heat up as you walked up.

He placed the glass down once he saw you, grinning softly and standing.

“Hey, you made it.” He grinned, hugging you quickly.

You hugged him back with a smile, “Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He pulled away, looking over you quickly, “You look fantastic. Weird seeing you in something other than an apron for once,” he joked.

“Hey, that apron must be pretty flattering if you actually texted me.”

He flushed a bit, “I guess that’s true. I can’t say it isn’t flattering.”

You grinned, both of you sitting down. There was something so natural about being around Wilbur. Despite the ever-present stuttering of your heart, there was something so comfortable about being around Wilbur. It felt like making yourself at home, conversations rolling easily, as if you were old friends. You both ordered food and carried on talking, and the date felt as natural as breathing.

The best thing was how easily he made you laugh. His storytelling ability alone allowed small details to become central conversations, and his jokes always made laughter bubble up in your chest. Even better was his smile. When he saw you laugh at his jokes, he always had a wide grin, his smile lyrical and beautiful. You’d never wanted anything more. And he absolutely knew.

As he spoke, you could feel yourself getting lost in thoughts of a future with him. You wanted to know more about him, even with everything he’d already told you. You wanted to spend time with him and see the darker parts of him. You needed to actually be properly together for that to actually happen, but you wouldn’t let yourself get caught up in the details.

“You’re zoning out on me,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his drink.

“Only a little,” you smiled.

“Care to share?”

“Can’t say I do,” you smirked softly, but you had the sense he didn’t even need the clarity to know what was going on in your head, “What do you say we get out on here?”

He smiled, nodding, “Alright. I walked here, so,”

“Oh, it’s alright. I can drive.” You hummed, and he smiled, nodding and standing. You took his hand, walking him out to your car and getting in quickly.

If you were worried about your own boldness, he didn’t let you feel it for a moment as once you’d both settled into the car, he lightly set a hand on your thigh.

You shivered a bit under the contact, looking over at him.

“So,” he started, “Where are we going to go?”

You smiled, “I have a few ideas.”

“Oh? I think I know.”

You smirked, whispering, “Where are we going to go?”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours.” You hummed, and he nodded, giving you his address quickly.

You started driving, and as much as you knew that you wanted him, you knew even more that you didn’t have to tell him. You had a feeling he already knew.

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mystic-writings · 1 year

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right where you left me (no choice but to stay here forever)

PAIRING — wilbur soot x fem!reader

SUMMARY — wilbur sees you, his ex, at your favourite café three years after breaking up with you

WARNINGS — angst, hurt/no comfort, a little fluff

WORD COUNT — 2,281

SONG — right where you left me - taylor swift

NOTES — this was supposed to be a reggie peters fic from two years ago but uh. well now it’s this i guess

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It’s been ages since Wilbur’s been back to the Harbour Café - over two years, to be exact. He felt like he was an entirely different person compared to the last time he walked through the door, and he wasn’t sure if it was for the better or for the worse.

The last time he was here, he was with you. Just a boy, barely a man, with the woman he loved. There was nothing special to the outing - classes were cancelled due to a strike and you both slept in, spending an hour just laying together in bed before getting breakfast here. You had insisted on getting a cupcake despite it being mid-morning, and he couldn’t help but wonder if things would always be like this for him.

Now, he was walking in as a famous streamer, working on an album with his band. It was the entire reason he was in town, after all. Well, that and to visit George.

Near silence filled the cafe, aside from the chatter of the few patrons and employees that mixed with the music and machinery operating behind the counter. It felt odd to be back, like Wilbur didn’t know where to stand, put his hands, or what to do with himself. His eyes wandered for a place to sit, and in the back corner, he spotted someone he didn’t think he’d ever see again.

You were sitting in a booth at the back wall, tucked closely into the corner of the cafe, near the pastry case. The sun shone in through the windows, highlighting you as you turned the page of a book - one that Wilbur recognised instantly. It was your favourite. In fact, it was the special edition he bought for you for your birthday; the last one you spent with him. The only thing on the table in front of you was a mug.

Like there was some invisible string pulling him along, Wilbur moved past the counter entirely, and quietly slid into the seat across from you. It was an idiotic thing to do, especially with how things ended, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to talk to you, even if it didn’t end well. He needed to have just one more conversation with you.

You barely registered that someone had sat across from you, but when you finished the page you were reading and glanced up, an immediate shock of pain jolted through your chest. Your mouth ran dry as you tried to process the sheepish look on Wilbur’s face as he sat across from you with his hands tucked into his lap.

Swallowing, you finally gained the will to say something, but all you could say was his name. It broke coming out, quiet and breathless, like a final whisper of a life left behind, haunting.

“Didn’t know you were still around,” he said, voice small.

You nodded, sliding an old receipt into the book and placing it on the table, next to your full cup of coffee - definitely cold by now. You had yet to touch it. You never did. You never would. “I, uh, decided to stick around. Couldn’t bring myself to go, I suppose.”

“I get it,” he nodded, gnawing on his lip and avoiding your gaze. When he finally did look up, you could barely maintain eye contact. “How’ve, uh-” he cleared his throat, speaking louder, “how’ve you been?”

“As good as I can be.” You shrugged.

“That’s good.” Wilbur muttered, nodding his head as he pursed his lips. He didn’t know what to say. “How’s everything been?” He said it slowly, like he was unsure of his words.

“Uh- good, I think. I’m working now, doing well with that. My sister’s married now; had a baby in June.”

Wilbur’s brow raised, a smile slowly taking over his face. “Has she? I always liked Mark. Wonderful lad.”

You nodded, wrapping your hands around the cold mug before you. “Yeah. He’s been wonderful to her this whole time. And me. Helped me get work. Their daughter looks just like him.”

“That’s lovely.” Wilbur said as he leaned forward, placing his clasped hands on the tabletop. “I’ve been doing pretty good, myself. That streaming thing sort of took off, and I’m making music now.”

“I know.” You admitted with a shrug, smiling sheepishly at Wilbur’s confusion. “I’ve always supported you, Wilbur, you know that. No matter what. I knew you had it in you. And I… I’m proud.”

“You’re proud?”

“Yes. I’m proud of you, Wilbur.” You told him. “It doesn’t matter how we ended or… what happened. I always will be. And I like your music, by the way.” He downturned his gaze, a blush forming on his face. “Though, I have to say, the melody for Jubilee Line sounds familiar.”

He could see the knowing look on your face. He’d played the melody for you a few times before, but he never read you the lyrics. He didn’t have any for a long time, not until after you’d broken up. But he could see that shine in your eyes. The one that told him that you knew. You were imbued into that album. Every line, every note, every beat, you were there. And so was his pain. His regret. The regret he still had for leaving you.

He only nodded, letting the silence settle for a moment. He didn’t know what to say anymore. He never did with you. You were so high above him, so wonderful and ethereal to him, that even in the years you spent together, he never felt like he was able to appease you. To make you happy. But he did. More than he could ever know.

“So, other than all that, how’ve you been?” You asked, picking at the skin on your fingers. “When things… I mean, you weren’t in the best place.”

“Better.” Wilbur said. The word was so final, punctual. “I sort of… I dunno, I realised what a shitty person I was after you were gone.” He shook his head, almost scoffing. “It took a lot to get to a point where I was okay with going to therapy, but I did. I still am. And I’m sorry, for the way I treated you. You didn’t deserve it. Any of it.”

You reached out, resting a hand on his clasped ones. It was the first contact he’d made with you in years, and it still radiated comfort. Your hands were cold, and Wilbur recalled how they never were. He remembered how you always stuck them under his shirt or into his own hands, just for a semblance of warmth to comfort you. “It’s okay, Wilbur. I understand, more than anyone.”

Wilbur unclasped his hand and took yours in one of his, unable to stop it from shaking as he did. His large hand wrapped around your smaller one, and almost instinctively he tried to warm it up. His mind was reeling, wondering, thinking, of where you would be if he hadn’t done what he did. If he hadn’t forced you out.

Would you be married? Would you have been considering kids by now, or would you already have one? Would your life have mirrored the perfect picture of your sisters? He had plans for you both. For your future. But he let his own mind get in the way of it.

It didn’t help that he was planning to propose. The ring sat, every day, at the bottom of a drawer in his desk where he streamed from. It gnawed at him 24/7, feeding his already poor mental state with constant anxiety. It tore at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. And he regrets it every day.

“I’m sorry.” Wilbur whispered, voice trembling as he hung his head. “I’m so sorry.”

You gripped his hand as tight as you could manage, reaching your other one out as well. Hearing his voice, so thick with tears like it had been so many times before you broke up, tore at your still broken heart. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I forgive you, Wilbur.”

He gulped, squeezing back, sniffling and clearing his throat before he looked back at you, eyes a little more red than they were before. “I, uh, I feel like I’ve got some things to tell you. I think you deserve to know them, you know?”

Your heart jumped and your stomach twisted, waiting for whatever Wilbur had to tell you. It didn’t sound good, or like it would benefit you in any way, but you nodded anyway, clinging to Wilbur’s hands and the warmth they provided like a lifeline.

You nearly died when his thumbs started stroking the backs of your hands.

“I had plans for us. For the future. With you.” He told you, and you froze. “There was a ring, I was hiding it in the bottom drawer in my desk for months. Four feet from where you slept. And sometimes I considered just proposing to you in the middle of the night, just to get it over with and be happy with you, you know? But I never could, and it made things worse, all that anxiety.”

You stifled a noise, a mixture between a laugh and a sob caught in your throat.

“And I was gonna wait until I got more money from streaming to have the wedding, so I could give you as big of a wedding as you wanted and we wouldn’t have to worry about anything.” He gulped, pausing for a moment to blink tears away. “And I wanted kids with you. A house, a cat- or whatever animal you wanted, really- and a life. Something that meant something to us. Whatever you wanted. And I just- God, I was an idiot. And I threw it away.”

This time, you laughed, wet and sad, soft and quiet. You squeezed Wilbur’s hands, short and bittersweet. You were the one to pull away, wiping a tear from Wilbur’s cheek, hand lingering on his skin. He leaned into it, breathing deeply as he did, resisting the urge to plant a kiss on the corner of your palm.

For a moment, Wilbur could believe he was back there. Before he ruined everything for himself - for you. He could trick himself into thinking he was back in that old apartment, sunset painting the bedroom walls gold, your cold hands warming his heart even with the simplest touch.

But he couldn’t be there forever. Neither could you. Both of you had people that needed you, that loved and cared for you, independent of one another. And Wilbur had someone he cared about, too.

And she wasn’t you.

As much as he wishes she was.

So, he pulled back, taking a second, clearer breath in and opening his eyes. His hand pulled away from yours, landing back in his lap. The cold leeched back into your skin immediately, missing the warmth Wilbur provided. You shrunk back, too, and the moment was over. It was like the conversation you’d just had with Wilbur didn’t happen, and you were back to the beginning.

You knew what he was trying so hard not to tell you. It was written within the guilt on his face. “How’d you meet her?”

Wilbur looked up. “What? How did you-”

“Don’t worry about it, Wil. It’s fine.” You lied, shrugging your shoulders with casualty as if some part of you didn’t just break down within. “It doesn’t surprise me, you know. I mean, it’s been two years.”

“We met a few months after I left.” He muttered, pushing the hair from his eyes. “I remembered that you told me about how you got your feelings out with art sometimes, and the university offered night classes. So I went. She was there, next to me, and we had a lot of fun.” He told you, and you felt another piece of the heart you worked so hard to rebuild fall off. “We got each other through lockdown, too. We started dating last May. I mean, she doesn’t quite approve of my career, but it pays the bills, so,” He shrugged, and your heart tore in two.

“That’s,” you started, clearing your throat when you felt your voice about to betray you. “That’s nice, Wilbur. I’m glad.”

The man before you only nodded. The silence settled between you again, neither of you two knowing where to go with the conversation anymore. Neither of you looked at the other, the guilt and heartbreak that was resurfacing and healing all at once being too much for either of you to stomach.

Until, the bell rang at the top of the door and shoes squeaked against the tile. “Wilbur! Jesus, man, when you said this place was hard to find, you weren’t wrong. Google maps rerouted me twice, and I was walking.”

Both you and Wilbur looked up at the brunet that was approaching your booth. His cheeks were flushed and his smile wide, until it faded seeing you with your ex.

“Oh, uh, sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“It’s okay, George.” Wilbur gave the man - George - a tight smile. “Y/n’s an old friend.”

“I should get going,” you said, grabbing your book from the tabletop. Offering a tight smile to Wilbur and a polite one to George, you slid from the booth. “It was nice to see you again, Wilbur. Really. I wish you the best.”

He smiled back at you, sad and slight, but it was a smile nonetheless.

With a nod to George, you turned to leave the cafe, catching the whispers of George asking Wilbur who you really were. You were just glad you didn’t hear his answer.

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plantinghobbies · 2 months

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The Same Damn Thing - Part 3

Haven’t read the previous parts? Catch up here!

@solipsisticno1 and I are so grateful to everyone who’s read and supported our little Valentine’s collab that has (to absolutely no one’s surprise) taken almost the entirety of February to get three parts done. But we are halfway there! Hope you enjoy!

Part 3: “…I knew you’d haunt all of my what if’s” - Taylor Swift——————————————————————————————————

Val avoids him after that, volunteering for work trips no one else wants. A day here, two days there add up to weeks before she knows it. It’s harder when she’s in the office but not impossible. She’s the first out of the conference room after a meeting, flying out the door with her nose in her phone in case he follows her. And the last one there at night, only leaving her office after she knows he’s gone for the day. She’s subsisting on non-perishable foods for lunch and is shocked she hasn’t developed a UTI from holding it all day but both these bleak realities are better than the thought of being alone with him again. Of the whoosh in her stomach as it drops when she sees him, the heat that pools seemingly everywhere at the thought of what almost happened. What did happen.

Before she knows it, it’s May and her mum is texting her to ask whether she’s coming home on the 24th. Val dreads the day each year. Not the actual anniversary of her sister’s death (though that’s the worst day of the year) but the one where she disappoints her parents again by saying she won’t be there with them to relive the worst day of their lives. It’s not that they’ll be alone - her aunt always comes down and Val’s cousin who lives in town stops by - but she knows it’s not the same. The first year she had tried, but everything in her told her it wasn’t where she needed to be. After they went to bed, Val had thrown her bag in the car, driving until her mind subconsciously brought her back to the last place she’d felt close to Marin - physically and metaphorically. The calm that engulfed her when she stepped onto the damp grass of the courtyard felt like a relief and a selfish indulgence at the same time.

Ever since then, Val had come back to campus every year on the anniversary, making up work trips and last minute emergencies to avoid telling her mom the truth - that being home with them didn’t bring her anywhere near the comfort that being there did. That the best times of her life were at uni that year.

The 24th dawns with a bright sun and cloudless sky. There’s a slight chill in the air as Val catches the train to her destination, wrapping her hands up in the long sleeves of her jacket. It’s not even 7:30 when she makes it to campus, wanting to avoid the Saturday early birds at the farmers market that wasn’t there when she was in school.

Lying down in the grass under her favorite tree, she tries to remember the bits of advice she picked up in the grief group that she’d gone to for a few months. Use the day to remember old memories, but also to make new ones, your loved one is always with you. (Val’s not sure that she believes that but she has pictured Marin standing beside her during particularly difficult times over the years and it has helped).

Flashes of memories play against her eyelids - Halloween when the whole group had dressed up as Mario Kart characters, complete with little cardboard cars that had been left in a pile by the dumpster of their favorite bar after they couldn’t squeeze into the booth with them on. Marin’s face when Val had given her her secret Santa gift - a limited edition of Mary Oliver’s first collection that Val had spent three months saving every penny she had to pay for (worth it). Matty’s and Marin’s drunken duet of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, cackling when Matty’s voice cracked around the high notes, his indignant claims that he was sick, not just shit at karaoke.

The memories transport her back, so vivid that Matty’s voice sounds like it’s right next to her.

“Val? Val, you ok?” A hand wraps around her shoulder gently and she bolts up to sitting, throwing an elbow out on instinct that catches the offender with a low “umph.” It sounds familiar.

The “fuck me” he whispers lowly confirming what she already knew. A part of her wants to keep her eyes closed - to continue to live in her memories instead of face the reality in front of her. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Ummm listen I didn’t mean to….” No such luck.

Her eyes peel open slowly, blinking against the heavy sun. Sunglasses would have been smart. He’s crouched in front of her, one hand on the ground to balance himself, the other resting on his knee (the bad one. Val remembers the brace he had to wear for weeks after he twisted it trying to learn football tricks to prove he was better at it than James).

“What are you doing here?” The accusation in her voice isn’t intentional but he reacts to it, steeling his shoulders and leaning back away from her.

“Same thing you are I reckon.” A smile pulls at his lips before he seems to think better of it and tugs it back in.

Of course, the one year that she is actively trying to avoid him, they end up here at the same time. She’s not surprised he had the same idea, he always did like ceremony. “Do you, umm, do you want to grab a coffee? Talk? Or not talk?” She is surprised by the invitation, her behavior over the last few months wasn’t exactly hospitable. But then again, neither was his.

He looks lost, eyes sunken into heavy bags as he gazes up at her through his lashes. She wonders how long they’ve been there. His fingers twitch around a cigarette the isnt’ there. She shouldn’t, she shouldn’t, she - “Uh yea, sure.” Clearly he’s retained his ability to charm her into doing things against her better judgment.

They walk to an old haunt where he used to sing at open mic nights, the destination unspoken between them. It’s only when they’re sat face to face, steaming mugs between them, that she realizes the mistake she’s made. Her other interactions with him since the incident (as she’s taken to calling it in her head) have been short, work-related, no direct eye contact or conversation needed.

It seems it’s dawning on him as well. Matty traces the rim of his mug and then clears his throat.

“I uh I -“ He mutters something under his breath that sounds like “Christ man” before continuing “Uh, how’s the rest of your day been?”

Val snorts as she looks up at him but he beats her to a retort “Fuck me, I’m sorry, dumbest question ever. Don’t answer that. I just - I don’t know what to say after - “

“Don’t.” It comes out sharper than she intended. But she can’t think of that night, of what Marin would think. Not today at least. Maybe not ever.

They’re plunged into silence once again. Matty fidgets and crosses his leg, knocking the bag over that Val hadn’t noticed he’d been carrying until now.

“What’s that?” She knows he hates small talk but chickens out for safe ground.

“Baby onesie from the bookstore.” Her eyebrow arches, eyes flitting between him and the bag. “No, not what you’re thinking. Not for me. For the kid. I mean, not for my kid, I don’t have one.” He’s always been cute when he rambles. Fuck. “It’s for James’ baby.”

Her surprise must show on her face. “Oh I didn’t realize he had one?”

“Yea, just a few days ago. He and his husband - he’s a great guy, you’d like him. As patient as you’d imagine you’d have to be to put up with Jay.” His voice bears no judgement though it’s clear he knows that she hasn’t kept up with anyone beyond perfunctory texts. It’s not that she’d gone out of her way to cut ties. But after she’d transferred schools, it became so easy to pretend she was someone else - someone who knew what they were doing, someone who didn’t pine after a guy who didn’t want her (at least not in the way she wanted). Someone who hadn’t lost her favorite person (people, really). She liked that version of herself - confident, detached, focused - more than the sad, lonely, and depressed reality that she was trying so hard to hide. And her friends would have seen right through her. So she kept them from seeing.

It’s the odd silence that draws Val out of her thoughts and back to the table. Right, Matty had been talking about James. “Aaah so he hasn’t slowed down with age?”

The smile he gives her then is small but warm. “Nope, far from it. I think the older he gets, the more frantic he gets about the number. Trying to squeeze as much wild shit in as possible. I mean, it’s crazy but life is short, you kn-

Val watches as he pulls up, looking for all the world like he wanted to shovel the words back down his throat. Eyes flitting everywhere but her face.

“I mean -“ On instinct, her hand is covering his, not able to see him anxious even after all these years.

“Matty, I think we both know.”

He cocks his head at her hand, and she pulls it back. Aware that it’s the first time they’ve touched since That Night.

“Can we talk about something else? Please.” God she’s a prick but after a morning spent solely focused on sad, she needs some relief. Hopes he won’t mind.

He snaps his jaw shut, clearly taken aback with the desperation in her voice. “Uh, yea, course. I’m sure it’s tough to think about today…” (Truth is, she could talk about Marin all day. Matty and Marin, that was a different story).

Eye contact seems to be hard for both of them, each flitting around for something to distract from the heavy intimacy that has settled over them. God, why did she say yes to this. Their relationship - she indulges herself with using that term to describe it - is one third rail topic after another.

And just like so many times before, Matty throws her a lifeline. “Did you hear that I’m still office snooker champion?”

The laugh she barks out startles the sleeping baby at the table next to her, both of its mothers sending her death glares as the hiccuping cries begin. “What the fuck? How’d that happen?”

A cheshire grin settles on Matty’s features as he leans in conspiratorially “Fucking cheaters. They got Dawes - he was judging, remember? Well they got him drunk and then kept fudging the score. Someone caught them and turned them into the party police.”

Val settles against the back of her chair, crossing her arms. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

His laugh sends a spark from her ears to her toes. “Now what would give you that impression.”

“Besides the fact that I saw you bring Dawes four rounds of shots?”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

“Even if I was, there’s no one else who cares enough about that competition to go through the trouble of reporting that.” Matty’s eyes narrow as she points at him, following the path of her fire-engine red nail. “Except you.”

The grin he was trying to suppress earlier breaks free. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She’d missed his mischievous look, like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Oh well my mistake then.”

“Too right.”

Another memory.“You remember when Daisy tried to impress that guy and ended up needing to replace the whole top of the snooker table at Shea’s?”

“Oh my god - and we all nearly went broke because of it. Who the fuck knew felt could cost that much?” Matty says, raising his mug to his lips before realizing it was empty. He sets it down gently, looking between his mug and her forehead (he’s struggling to look at her, which would offend her if she wasn’t also mesmerizing his hairline right back). “Umm I’m getting another. You want one?”

The line had grown substantially since they’d come in, giving her plenty of time to observe him as he waited with their mugs. More time than she allowed herself at work, always worried about people’s noses stares and misguided assumptions about their relationship. There’s that word again. Time had been good to him, preserved his boyish good looks but filled them out, added a little ruggedness that was laughable when she thought back on how posh he’d grown up. Matty had struck up a conversation with the woman in front of him (of course he had) and not for the first time, Val wonders what he’s been up to since uni. Who he’s been spending his time with, the information that she can’t get from LinkedIn and the abandoned social media accounts she found one night after a few glasses of wine. He was always charming but watching him try to pull (she assumes, the woman looks like his type) now, she can see the quiet confidence that wasn’t there all those years ago when they sat in this dingy coffee shop, splitting pastries for lunch to save cash so they’d be able to buy more drinks at the pub later. That time seems like a million years ago now.

Val wishes that she could have outgrown her crush on him like she’d outgrown so many other things from that time. She didn’t need to flirt with the barista for free leftovers at the end of the day, could afford the good gin instead of the rail shit that was so bitter that she had to chase it with fries. Adulthood had changed a lot - but not everything. Her eyes still find him in any room they’re in, her laughter still bubbles up at his dark jokes, and her heart still stutters when Matty’s lips twitch into a soft, familiar smile when his gaze catches hers. Like it is right now. Fuck.

It’s not even worth pretending that she wasn’t staring as he makes his way back over, her eyes tracking his moves as he weaves around student’s backpacks and groups of friends huddled around a table meant for just two.

“Jesus, that took forever.” Tea dribbles over the lip of the mug as he passes it to her.

“Well, seemed like you enjoyed the company while you waited.” It was supposed to sound teasing but comes out with a hint of possessiveness that she hopes he misses. “You get her number?” Great save, Val.

Matty cocks his head at her comment, that knowing gaze of his back in full force. “Um noooo. She asked if I’d been here before, couldn’t decide between the sticky bun and the chocolate croissant. I told her to go with the sti-

“Sticky bun” they chime at the same time.

“Exactly. Told her she should go with that unless she liked the taste of stale poo in a dry diaper. Then the croissant would be the obvious choice.”

“Ewww” Val’s nose turns up at the visual. “I can’t believe she was charmed by that.”

Matty’s eyebrow perks up. “Oh, she was, was she?”

“Fuck off, like you didn’t know. They could probably see the bedroom eyes she was giving you from bloody space.”

The shirt he’s wearing rides up as he crosses his hands behind his head, subtle flex in his biceps. “Well, looks like I still got it.”

Doesn’t she know it. Flashbacks of the incident erupt behind her eyes. His hand up her skirt. His filthy words. His fingers as he sucked them clean of her. No no no no no.

Attacking his ego feels like safer ground. “Yes, congratulations, you can still pull undergrads.”

Matty opens his mouth to retort but then looks around, clocking the other patrons as if for the first time. “Jesus, was she that young? I can’t tell anymore.”

The same thought had occurred to Val every year she’d come back here. “I know, right?! I feel like we were younger at that age.” She risks a glance up at him, finds his warm eyes focused on her. “If that makes any sense…”

“Yea, I get it.” Matty always seemed to get it, to get her.

Val isn’t sure if it’s the familiar surroundings or the memories that they unlock, but as they talk, the tension that laced each word when they first sat down is easing. Enough that she remembers the man in front of her, the kind of person he was. Is still probably. She’s flooded with feelings, confusing ones that have her heart in her throat, but also comforting ones, friendly ones, nostalgic ones. She missed this. Missed him. She wonders if he feels it too.

A comfortable lull settles over them. The half-empty sugar packet spills onto the table as she fiddles with it. For the first time since they reentered each other’s lives, it feels easy to talk to him.

She takes a deep breath, “Listen, I -“

Just as he starts to say “About that night -“

Their words collide and they fall silent again. For the first time in she doesn’t know how long (yes she does), the fog of loneliness that followed her around like an imaginary friend had lifted. She felt lighter, the world a little less gray. She wanted to hold onto that feeling and he was going to fuck it all up. What would she even say?! Oh, that night? You mean the one where I almost exposed my years long lo- CRUSH - on you? Came on to you? At our workplace? Mistook your concern for interest, like I always have. That night?! Nope, no memory of it at all. The feminist in her - who sounds an awful lot like Marin - screams that this isn’t a completely accurate characterization, it taking two to tango and all. But Val’s also a champion at self-criticism - Olympic gold-level really - and she’s the one who’d drunkenly started it. She can’t blame him for trying to finish it, even if it was a monumentally stupid idea.

The tension was back. She needed to get control of the conversation. “You first.” Always a gentleman. A good man. Someone she needed to have in her life again, even if it’s not in exactly the way that she wants.

“I was going to say, I uh I missed this. Us.” Her chair scrapes as she sits up with the force of gathering her courage for the next part. She’s spent almost ten years rehearsing her next words, in texts she never sent. The words tumble out of her before she can lose her nerve. “I’m sorry I was such a shit friend back then - “She throws up a hand to silence the retort she knows is on the tip of his tongue. “No, just don’t. I was, even if I had a good reason.”

He sits back, palms up in response. “But I’m here now and I’d like a second chance at it. Being friends again…..if you’ll let me, I mean.”

The breath she takes gets stuck somewhere around her ribs, probably because her heart is in her throat. Please Matty. I need this, need to feel like I haven’t fucked everything in my life up. I still haven’t figured out exactly how to be around you but I’m trying. Just give me time. I promise, nothing that you have to go to HR about.

She used to be able to read him so well, curses herself once again for the distance between them that makes understanding his expression now impossible. Matty hasn’t taken his eyes off her, squinting his right eye as if looking for something.

Val’s just about to word vomit something out onto the table when he clears his throat, putting her out of her misery. “Yea, uhm, I mean, yea. Course we can.“

Relief is palpable, she understands that phrase now, her shoulders sinking down from her hairline with his words. Thank god.“Good. Then I won’t feel bad about telling you that I forgot my wallet and I need you to buy me a sticky bun.”

His laugh, she thought, that’s what she’d missed most of all.

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folkloreintime · 1 year

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7 Days of Taylor Smut - Christmas Edition

Day 1 - ugly sweaters

summary: Taylor records Christmas Tree Farm in the studio, filth and hilarity ensues.

warnings: smut, oral, fingering, fluff, fem!reader

word count: 810

“Where every wish comes true…” Taylor finished the note of her new Christmas song with a smile. Turning to her producer she gave a thumbs up to him, “Was that okay?” She asked, taking the headphones off and walking out of the sound booth.

“Yeah, Taylor, that was awesome! We’ve got a Christmas hit on our hands.” He said enthusiastically while messing with different multi-coloured buttons. “Okay, break and then we’ll do backing vocals later today, yeah?” He said quickly while exiting the room.

Taylor spun around to you, her face plastered with a big grin “So? Did you like it?” She asked hopefully. “I loved it. It reminded me of when we spent that one Christmas on the farm, do you remember?” Sliding your hands around her waist, you drew her in closer, a glint of mischief swept across your eyes.

“I think I need reminding…” She leaned in and drew your lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, your lips barely pressed into hers but you could feel her smiling and her small giggles vibrated across your mouth. “Well, I remember a lot of warm nights by the fire.” You whispered in her ear, sliding your hands up and down her back, trying to catch a glimpse of her skin.

“No… I still don’t remember. I think I need a demonstration-“ Her eyes were fixed on yours as she wrapped her arms around your neck and leant in close “To jog my memory, you know?”. Fiercely, you took up her lips again, more passionately this time, looking for any type of interaction she could give you.

She moaned out and you began to take off her sweater. You pulled back from her as you heard a jingle in your hands. You looked down in your hands to see her sweater, adorned with tiny golden bells. You shook the sweater in amusement once more as the small bells clacked against each other. “Seriously, Tay?” You asked gawking at the hideous red and green jumper that had cats wearing Santa hats plastered all over it. “What?! It's Christmas!” She said incredulously, wholly defending her outfit choice.

You both laughed at her antics and soon enough your hands found their place on her warm milky skin trying to take it all in. “We don’t have forever.” She huffed impatiently, undoing the button on her pants to speed up the process. “Okay, Bossy.” You smirked as you dropped to your knees, removing her panties and tossing them haphazardly to the side.

You leant closer to her center, breathing in her scent. She placed two hands on the top of your head and pushed you further into her. Slowly, you placed your tongue on her pussy, moving up and down in fluid motions. You began to speed up, moving between sucking on her clit and licking around her slit. Her moans echoed around the room as she tightened her grip on your hair.

“Please.” She whimpered, begging for release. Her inclinations only spurred you on as you brought a finger up to her pussy. Languidly, you moved it into the hilt and licked all the way up to her clit before bringing it out again. You placed one hand on her thigh as you added another finger, still sucking on her intermittently. She groaned as you reached your maximum pace, your only thought in that moment was to bring her to climax.

Taylor’s grip on your hair tightened once more as you pushed her over the edge. You didn’t stop your movements all throughout her orgasm. “Oh, God.” She rolled her eyes to the back of her head, grinding down on your face to ride the last bits of her climax. Satisfied, you stood up and picked up her sweater. “Remember now?” You asked as you handed her the sweater, the bells ringing out at the same time.

She breathed out, trying to find the words as her mind felt frazzled. “I don’t know. Maybe if you treat me to a hot chocolate by the fire and another demonstration, I could?” She smirked at you as she adjusted her clothing back on. “Will you wear that sweater?” You raised an eyebrow at her, teasing her.

“Shut up.” She joked, but she had that Taylor-like glint in her eye that meant she was lowkey serious. “I’m getting you a matching one.” She pointed a finger at you.

“Let’s get you that hot chocolate. And some more demonstrations, of course.” You grabbed her and walked hand in hand out of the room, not commenting on her jingling sweater for fear she would get you an even louder one.

And she kept true to her promise for 2 days later she gifted you a fluffy red and gold sweater, adorned with 3 large bells and multi-coloured 3D baubles on the little green Christmas tree.

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Day 2 - sugar high

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korgbelmont · 3 months

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Male MC (Nick Taylor) x Stacy Green

A few weeks after the Blade of Morella was returned to it's home, a new portal has opened, and a visitor has arrived.

Written in the present tense

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @jerzwriter

Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing

Word Count: 1701

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Ash made on cooltext.com

It Lives In The Woods logo edited on Photoshop

Forcing himself out of bed after a night of what feels like a perfect nights sleep, Nick heads out to the kitchen where he grabs a coffee and a piece of toast. He finds Stacy at her desk writing an article, her eyes glued to the screen.

Nick - Working on anything fun?

Stacy - Just typing up my interview with Kamilah.

Standing behind her, he leans down and kisses the top of her head. She reaches up, running her hand through his hair.

Stacy - The black hair suits you, you know.

Nick - Still getting used to it. It's one thing to dye it. But given the circumstances, it feels weird at times.

Stacy - I know. It's why I left you to sleep this morning. First night in ages that you actually looked peaceful. Might be worth speaking to Dan, get it out of you.

Nick - I'll manage.

Stacy - Nick...

She tears herself from the screen and stands, holding him.

Stacy - Don't be one of those people. Please...

Nick's phone starts ringing and he grabs it from his pocket.

Nick - It's Ava.

He clicks answer, putting it on speaker.

Nick - Hey, Ava.

Ava - Hey, Nick. Got something... different for you.

Nick - Different?

Ava - Portal to another dimension with someone just come through. Asking for you by name.

Nick - What?

Ava - Tall. Purple hair.

Nick - What?

Ava - Says she's the from the Ash Empire.

Nick - What?!

Stacy - How about you stop saying what and we go look at this. Ava, where are you?

Ava - I'm in New Orleans. Been doing some work with Ivy.

Stacy - Okay, we can book a flight this afternoon and fly out either this evening or tomorrow.

A moment of silence passes before Ava speaks again.

Ava - She said she's willing to wait.

Stacy - We'll see you tomorrow.

The line goes dead and Nick pockets his phone, confused.

Stacy - You okay?

Nick - Confused. What the hell could this be about?

Stacy - I don't know. But don't think about it for now, okay.

Nick takes a deep breath, trying to process the information.

The next morning, the couple arrive at the Graveyard Shift bar and find Ivy and Ava sat in one of the booths with the purple haired woman Ava mentioned sat with them. She locks eyes with Nick and stands.

Valax - Nicholas Taylor?

Nick - Uh, just Nick is fine. And you are...?

Valax - My name is Valax of Morella.

Nick - Wait? Morella?!

Nick looks to Stacy, and she can see that there is fear in him. She keeps hold of his hand, stroking with her thumb.

Stacy - What do you want with Nick?

Valax - There's remnants of beings who sent the blade of light and shadow through. Their hopes are to use someone as a way to open up a portal and invade this realm.

Stacy - Like a signal.

Ivy - Sounds like it. And they have that signal now.

Ava and Ivy give Nick the same look as Valax.

Nick - Me...

Valax - Correct.

The strength in Nick's legs give out and holds himself up by placing his hand on the table nearest to him. Stacy balances him, turning to Valax.

Stacy - Is there a way to stop Nick being a signal?

Valax - There is. And I can do it.

Nick - How?

Valax - By taking out the residual shadow left within you from the sword.

Ava - Sounds easy enough.

Valax - It'll hurt. And there is a chance that the shadow could fight back and potentially take you over again.

Stacy - What?!

Valax - Or it could potentially kill you. Taking the shadow out of someone has never been attempted before.

Nick sits down, the weight of Valax's words sitting on his shoulders.

Ivy - Is there anything you need?

Valax - Somewhere quiet.

Ivy - I have somewhere. I'm guessing we should get this done sooner rather than later.

Valax - That would be preferable.

Nick - I'll meet you there.

Valax - There isn't time.

Nick - I just need a moment.

He takes his leave, heading out. Stacy and Ava follow after him. Outside they find him sat on a bench. They sit either side of him.

Stacy - I won't ask if you're okay.

Nick - Furthest thing from it right now.

Ava - This has to be done. From what Valax told us, if we don't, it could mean something worse.

Nick - Yeah, guess we can't have that.

Stacy - Ava, can you give us a moment?

Ava stands, heading in the direction of where she's been working with Ivy, leaving the couple alone. Stacy takes Nick's hand in both of hers, her breath shaking as much as his.

Nick - So this could be it for me. Completely.

Stacy - No. Don't think like that. We'll get this out of you, then have some fun here in New Orleans for a few days.

Nick can't help but smile at her hope, resting his head on her shoulder.

Nick - I love you, Stacy. So much.

Stacy - I love you too.

They remain like that for a little bit, Nick taking in the scent of her perfume for what could be the final time. After what feels like not long enough, they both stand, heading to join the other three.

Strapping Nick to a chair, Ivy and Ava check the tightness.

Ava - How's that feel?

Nick - Like it should hold.

Nick looks up at Valax.

Nick - So what exactly happens with this remaining shadow once it's out of me?

Valax - I can destroy it. And then I'll return home.

Nick - Simple enough.

Valax - If it doesn't ki--

Stacy - Please don't.

Taking a deep breath, Nick nods at Valax, steeling himself.

Nick - Let's do this.

Valax nods and reaches her hand out, shadow engulfing it. Nick feels something in his chest tighten, and it only gets worse.

Nick - Ah! Fuck! Ah!

Valax - Just hold on.

She closes her hand into a fist and it's then the pain hits Nick like a bus as his entire body tenses.

Valax - Come on... Let go of him...

Nick cries out in pain as Valax's straightened arm begins begins bending, pulling the shadow more and more from Nick. As the pain takes him over, he can feel more than just the shadow leaving him. Valax uses her other hand, letting shadow engulf it to pull the shadow once and for all from Nick. The shadow covering her hands turns to light and she surrounds the shadow pulled from Nick, and the light crushes it, soon leaving nothing.

Ivy - Is that it?

Valax - It's done.

Stacy - Nick!

Stacy rushes over to Nick, his head hanging with no sign of life. She places her hand against his heart.

Stacy - Hardly a beat.

Valax - Let me...

Valax creates light in her palm and presses her hand to his heart. Nick brings his head up, taking in a deep breath. Ivy and Ava quickly work to undo the straps and he nearly falls to the ground. Stacy catches him, holding him close to her.

Stacy - I got you.

Nick looks up at Valax.

Nick - Thank you. You weren't kidding about the pain though.

Valax - I did warn you.

The couple stands and Stacy keeps hold of Nick.

Ava - So is that it? No more chance of something coming and killing us all?

Valax - It is done. There's just one thing left I wish to do. Give me your hands, Nick.

Nick - What for?

Valax - You'll thank me for this.

She takes his hands in each of hers while Stacy keeps an arm around his waist. One hand lights up with light and the other shadow and Nick's veins on his wrists take the colour of both. Valax seems to pull a bit of each from him and crushes them together. She begins widening her hands from each other and as the gap becomes wider, the light and shadow intertwines, and begins taking form. The magic around her hands fade and she takes hold of a black and silver sword, handing it to Nick.

Nick - What's this?

Valax - Made from the a piece of the light and shadow already within you.

Nick - Should I be worried about how a small piece created this?

Valax - No. If it was more of one than the other, then yes. But I could feel within you how balanced it is. There may be more to you than you realise. But this will serve you for as long as you live.

Nick - Thank you.

Stacy - Thank you for saving him.

Valax - Of course. I've known love, and wouldn't wish it be taken from anyone. But now I must return to Morella and inform that the threat is over. Live well, Nick Taylor.

Nick - And you.

Valax opens a portal and steps through before it closes, leaving the four.

Nick - I think I want to sleep for a month.

Ivy - There's a room here you can both use.

Stacy - Thanks.

Long after Ivy and Ava have left, Nick and Stacy lay in bed with Stacy holding Nick.

Nick - I wonder if this means the black hair will start to go.

Stacy - If it does, I'll miss it.

Nick - I just hope it grows out back to it's natural brown.

They both laugh as they talk into the night, and soon enough sleep takes them.

MORELLA

Meeting with Tyril Starfury on a balcony, Valax gives him a nod.

Valax - They can't use him to open a portal anymore.

Tyril - Good. If we're to deal with growing remnants of the Shadow Court, we need to keep them in this realm.

Valax - Agreed. But if it should come to it, I believe Nicholas Taylor would make for a valuable ally...

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in the source link below you’ll be linked to a purchasable gif pack of eight hundred seventy-four (874) gifs of actor, taylor zakhar perez. mainly from his role as 'alex claremont-diaz' in 'red, white and royal blue' but will include interview for the film, as well was interviews for 'the kissing booth' and recent appearance at fashion week. sized at 268 x 151 -- all gifs were made by me from various youtube videos. DON’T redistribute, claim as your own or edit in anyway (including making the gif icons -- just ask for that) without permission otherwise. please like/reblog if you were helped, use or save these and thanks in advance and feel free to tip me here [ xxx ] keep in mind, this is part one, part two will be shared soon, just be patient with me. also credit to cozysip for the graphic above

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simplyclary · 5 months

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A Letter Filled With Love and Appreciation

As some of you might know, I express my thoughts, feelings and emotions through writing and words. In fact, my number one love language is words of affirmation. I just think that little notes, messages and letters filled with love and positivity goes a long way. This is my fan-art (in a way) and nothing but love flows every time I write something about the people and things that I appreciate and love.

This whole post is a letter that is dedicated to one of the best fandoms that I have ever joined this year. That is none other than the TZP Squad. This might be lengthy, might not be, but one thing's for sure, I'm gonna be a little bit sentimental considering what they've got me feeling these past few days.

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, but I think that giving thanks and being grateful knows no time and date. Since it's Thanksgiving season anyway, this will be my Thanksgiving gift to the lovely angels of the fandom who has been nothing but pleasant, accepting, warm and just some of the kindest folks that I have ever encountered online. Other than Taylor himself and some of my other favorite people, these folks are what keep me sticking around in the crazy and ever-evolving realm of social media.

So, without further ado, here's my letter of love and thanks to my dearest fandom, the TZP Squad.

To my dearest TZP Squad,

I would like to start the letter by telling you guys that the found family trope is one of my favorite tropes in books. Just the feeling of finding people outside your own bloodline that loves and appreciates you is a special feeling.

To me, a fandom is like a virtual family, where the members bond and share a mutual love for a specific person or a group of people. Nothing compares to the happiness and pride I feel being a part of one. I have been a part of several fandoms throughout the years, some are still active and some no longer. With every fandom I enter, I always make a promise to stay there for as long as I can unless my heart calls to another or I'm no longer interested in the content or there's too much controversy and negativity that I had to leave and just be a casual supporter instead of a die-hard fan.

The TZP Squad is a special one. What started with me casually replying and liking some posts on Twitter/X and IG turned into something special and meaningful. You guys are just some of the most pleasant, sweetest, kindest and most respectful bunch of people that I have ever encountered on social media. To be able to interact with you and share the mutual love for Taylor Zakhar Perez with you guys have been amazing so far.

The amount of creativity and artistry in this fandom is just overflowing. The edits and the artworks are just amazing and is deserving of so much appreciation. I have a few of my favorite accounts that I interact with on a daily basis but all of you honestly deserves lots of love and appreciation.

Since I live in the Philippines which is in Southeast Asia where it's night when it's day for some, if not most, of you guys, being able to wake up to your TZP-related updates, photos, videos, interview insights and edits is just some of my favorite things to wake up to. Like to be honest, I can't start my day without seeing and interacting a least a couple of posts from you guys.

That's quite the story time, I'll actually now get to the "Thanks-giving part" before I get carried away.

My dearest members of the TZP Squad, first and foremost, thank you for accepting a newbie like me into the fandom. This fandom is new on its own but I know some of you have known Taylor since his "The Kissing Booth" days. Thank you for the warmest and most pleasant welcome into the fandom. Do continue to be your pleasant and accepting souls so our little squad can continue to grow and diversify.

Secondly, thank you for letting me share my thoughts and feelings about Taylor without judgment. I do keep it wholesome and pretty tame most of the time by simply letting the all capital letters and emojis speak for me, but if you can see me behind the screen, I usually go pretty feral. Along with one of my best friends, you guys are the only ones who can fully understand my love for Taylor. Like I can go on and on about him for hours, I'm not kidding.

Thirdly, I thank you guys for simply being my little corner of paradise on the internet. I don't know what it is, but the TZP squad community is my favorite little corner in the messy space of social media. You guys just make my social media experience pleasant. There's no toxicity and negativity, everyone's like helping each other out. Like it's a little space of positivity and inclusivity and I love that so much.

Lastly, I really just want to thank you guys for the happiness and joy you bring to me. I consider Taylor as my sunshine, but you guys are the solar energy. The happiness that I feel increases when I see updates and content of him from you guys. I'm not on my phone 24/7 so I really appreciate it whenever you guys provide like little updates here and there about Taylor. Also, thank you for making me scream and go wild with the insane amount of photos (I don't really care if they're the same ones!) I see on my feed every day! I love you guys so much for that.

Before I end the letter, I would like to give a couple of shoutouts to some folks...

Firstly, shoutout to the folks who run @/InfoTZP and @/tzpsquads. You angels. You have been my go-to pages for TZP updates since the beginning of my TZP fan era. I appreciate the work and effort that you put into providing accurate updates and y'all are just some of the sweetest souls ever! The fandom and Taylor is lucky to have you guys! Extra shoutout to @/InfoTZP for that poster that you made me for my birthday a few days ago. I still cannot get over the cuteness and the sweetness of that gift. That was also the first time that I have ever received a gift from a fandom so I was really touched by it. Thank you for making my birthday extra special.

Secondly, to the folks over here on Tumblr, thank you for letting me express my Taylor-related thoughts on here. Thank you for liking them, reposting them and simply reading them. They can be lengthy (especially those fashion-related ones) but I really appreciate you guys taking the time to read them.

(He's not gonna read this, but who knows, he might!). Lastly, of course, to the person who is the reason this fandom even exists, Taylor Zakhar Perez. Taylor, my comforting sunshine, thank you for being you and for being the reason why I have a lovely fandom to belong in. Thank you for being an inspiration to many people and thank you for being a positive force that we can look up to. I am forever thankful to have discovered you and I promise to forever love and support you.

This is one of my many Taylor-related posts, but this is more about the fandom than Taylor himself. The fandom is just as special as Taylor and I'm excited to spend the future loving and supporting him with you guys. The TZP squad is one of the best fandoms with the sweetest people and I'm just having a pleasant ride with you guys. I'm here for the long run and I promise to stand by you Taylor and you guys until time tells me that it is already time to stop.

Happy Thanksgiving , everyone! Eat some turkey, eat some stuffing and cornbread. Celebrate and always be grateful for everything that you have!

All my love! 🧡

Clarissa

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Do you think Taylor's acting is good?

Omg i’ve been dying to answer to this question since I got it and I’m so happy to finally have the time.

I think it’s very interesting and layered so I’m going to try to be as coherent as possible.

For reference, I’ve watched, The Kissing Booth 2, The Kissing Booth 3, 1Up and of course, Red White and Royal Blue. I don’t plan to watch anything else from his past filmography but I’m looking forward for what the future brings for him.

Sooooo where to start?

I met him with Alex, so let’s start with Alex. Unlike many, I was more pulled in and hooked by his performance than I was with Nick’s one. (Not saying Taylor’s better than Nick (nor the other way around), let me finish)

I very much agree with Matthew (one thing we agree on at least 🤓) when he said that Taylor became Alex when Nick was carefully holding Henry and protecting him. Taylor was so organic as Alex I was almost immediately on board with him. For me, it was everything to do with the sincerity and heart with which he played him, rather than being an award worthy performance or not. It wasn’t perfect but it was perfectly Alex so it was good. And I suspect the very few of my issues with it would fall on the directing and the editing of it rather than Taylor’s work.

To touch a bit on the subject of Henry and Nick. I’ve danced around Nick’s performance a little bit more (with ups and downs) and I’m starting to understand that it was more because of who Henry is as a character and less about Nick’s acting. The performance is growing on me (Nick is also grown on me, so it also helps) and I have good hope that, if when we get a sequel, it would be even better on my side.

Getting to know a bit more of Taylor after that, I wondered if, the reason why he was such a good Alex was because Alex was mainly… Taylor with a few additions. Part of that is true and even if it doesn’t made the job particularly easier, it still asks questions of his ability to play someone who isn’t him at all (even if imo everyone can find an angle to every character but it’s another debate for another time). But there are few details in his performance as Alex that gives a lot of hope about his ability to be subtle about things. Like Taylor and Alex have the same kind of energy but he has adjusted it to feel more young than his own. They’re both confident but in very different ways. So even the things that are him, he has shaped them to be right for Alex.

Outside of Alex, I actually like him in TKB2 and TKB3. It helps that the main couple of the movie is so dumb and nobody is actually rooting for them but it was really easy to take Marco side (his character introduction was the most hilarious thing I’ve seen in a long time) and Taylor was a good Marco. But it’s kind of hard to see if an actor is good with a role like Marco. You can see if someone is bad (so you can see Taylor isn’t) but it’s hard to see how good he can be.

1UP was basically useless, so we can’t say anything about that. I hadn’t even planned to watched it but it was about esport (or at least it tried to be about esport) so it got me extra curious but it has nothing in it so 😂 Taylor was brought there to be gorgeous and intolerable and he was gorgeous and intolerable so job done I guess?

All of that being said, I think the most important part of his answer is that Taylor is just starting. He has just started and he has so little worthy to be judged on, it’s almost too early to answer the question. Like I was saying in a previous ask, a lot of how he’s going to develop as an actor will be up to the people (directors, mostly) he’ll be working with and I’m impatient to see the choices he’ll make.

Thank you so much for asking this question, I had a good time digging into my thought about this :) 💜

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Are the lead actors really well known? They seem kind of D list tier 😭😭

They’re not like Oscar winning lol, but:

Editing to add… Wait, yes they ARE Oscar winning.

Taylor did Netflix’s Kissing Booth movies most notably, and was in 1Up most recently.

Nick was in high budget indies, and most notably Cinderella. He would also have been signed on for/and or filming the Purple Hearts movie during his audition (if there was one)

Rachel was most notably in Love, Victor, This is Us, The Good Wife, and another huge network show I can’t remember rn off the top of my head.

Uma Thurman is Uma Thurman. Won an Oscar

Sarah Shahi was in the L word, Person of Interest, and Fairly Legal. Also a well-known model.

Polo was in a bunch of Telenovelas and films.

Ellie was in Willow, Les Mis, Nocturnal Animals, The Nutcracker, the zombie Pride and Prejudice, and is in the new Barbie movie.

Stephen Fry is Stephen Fry

Clifton was in The Perfect Game, 187, and a bunch of high budget 90s action stuff

Sharon is an award winning theatre legend and was on Dr. Who and Holby City

Aneesh was on Jessica Jones

Malcom was in Rye Lane, a Hulu original, and Death in Paradise.

Donald was in most/all of The Swan Princess movies. But most notably, NCIS, Scrubs, Transformers, The Fear Index, Star Trek. And more.

Ahmed was most notably in Apple TV’s Bad Monkey.

Yeah, every single actor has an extensive history.

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I posted 970 times in 2022

That's 546 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (5%)

917 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 82 of my posts in 2022

#alwayschoppedtaco - 29 posts

#fake instagram - 21 posts

#x reader - 21 posts

#f1 - 18 posts

#fake social media - 18 posts

#fake instagram edit - 18 posts

#fake ig - 17 posts

#instagram edit - 16 posts

#social media au - 15 posts

#insta edit - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#i just have to get through finals and then it will be writing time

My Top Posts in 2022:

family time ll c.l.

pairing: charles leclerc x wife!reader

warning: none :)

summary: just life with your little family

instagram edit

faceclaim: Isabelle Mathers

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paper rings ll d.r.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader, pierre gasly x best friend!reader

warnings: none just fluff, a little bit of pierre teasing the reader

summary: I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings or the four times you surprise him with paper rings and the one time he surprises you

word count: 2.0k

based off of the song paper rings by taylor swift

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a/n: ahhhh danny ric really deserves the whole world, i love him so much! and feel free to send in requests and/or anything you want to say, i am always here!

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

Monaco, 2018

You had met Daniel through Pierre originally. Having known Pierre for essentially your entire life, you had joined him for a couple races, and been introduces to many drivers.

You sat with Pierre’s parents, cheering on your best friend, and enjoying the energy of Monaco. You watched at the edge of your seat as Pierre crosses the finish line, finishing seventh. Cheering on his top ten finish with his parents, hugging and hollering for him.

After he got done with post-race dealings, Pierre made his way to you and his parents to properly celebrate his points finish. That night you and Pierre went out to party and really celebrate his finish, joining some of his friends at a club.

The club was packed with sweaty drunk people and loud music, everyone pushing up against each other, grinding on the dance floor.

You were seated at a booth in the back, next to Charles as he wasn’t really in the mood to party. You and Charles were making light conversation, catching up, while you twist the paper from your straw into a ring, taking Charles’ straw to make another. Soon you have all of the straw wrappers at the table turned into rings, sitting in front of you.

Daniel makes his way over to the table you are sat in, deciding to take a break from dancing. You smile up at him as he takes a seat across from you in the booth.

“What are you doing?” He questions, looking at the straw wrappers that litter the space in front of you.

“Making rings.” You state. “You want one?”

“Sure.” He answers. You pass on over to him, smiling as he slips it onto his pointer finger. He gives you one of his signature smiles and a nod before making his way back out to the dancing floor.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Silverstone, 2019

Once again you are on the paddock with Pierre and his family, this time with Red Bull. Silverstone is alive and buzzing with excitement. Everyone excited for the race to start.

You sit next to Pierre’s mother, watching the cars zooming around the track. Watching Pierre pass Max to finish fourth makes you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, cheering for your friend.

While you are waiting for Pierre to be done with the postrace activities, you fold the pieces of paper in front of you with race details printed on it into origami things. A butterfly with part of the page, a tiny heart with another part, and a paper ring with the scraps.

You hand the butterfly over to Pierre’s mother right before he comes into the room, causing you to make your way over to give him a hug and congratulate him on his finish.

“Let’s go out to dinner to celebrate, yeah?” His father suggests, throwing his arm around his son’s shoulder. You all agree, making your way out of the garage.

You are looking for your phone in your purse when you bump into someone. Quickly mumbling an apology as Pierre laughs at your clumsiness.

A loud laugh resounds from above you as the person you ran into reassures you that it is okay. You look up to find Daniels kind face staring down at you. You take a step back, offering Daniel an embarrassed smile.

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soft launch ll a.l.

pairing: arthur leclerc x norris!reader

warning: none

summary: no one knows for sure if you guys are dating, not even your brothers

instagram edit

faceclaim: Emma Chamberlain

masterlist

y/n_norris

📍 monaco

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hotches daughter ll bau team

Pairing: BAU Team x Hotchner!Reader, mainly Derek Morgan x Hotchner!Reader and Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader

Warning: getting questioned by the fbi? is that something that needs a warning? maybe some cursing.

Summary: Prompt Morgan and Reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

word count: 1.0k

A/n: I just want to say that I don't think this is very accurate of what would actually happen if this were to happen, I have never been in a position were I would learn how this goes so sorry I don't really know how or if this would happen.

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The sound of the television playing the morning time news in your dorm room was drowned out by the cell phone in your hand.

"And guess what Y/N/N?" Your little brother asked through the phone.

"What is it Jack?" You ask, smiling even though you know he can see it.

"I was at scho-" The rest of his sentence is interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Hold on Jackie, I need to see who is at the door, okay? I will call you back soon." You explain, standing up from the couch.

"Okay Y/N! Call when you can so I can tell you what happened at school yesterday!" Jack exclaims. "Love you!"

"I love you too, bud." You laugh, hanging up the phone and walking over to greet the people on the other side of the door.

"Can I help you?" You ask as you open the door to two gentlemen standing outside your door.

"Ms. L/N?" The muscular man asks, using your mothers maiden name.

"Yes?" You answer uncertain as to who exactly these men were.

"I'm agent Derek Morgan with the FBI." He states, both of the men flashing there badges at you. "We need you to come with us."

You almost laugh out loud at this. They can't be serious. You didn't have so much as a parking ticket, what could possibly warrant something like this?

"I'm sorry, but can I ask why you need me to come with you?"

"Ma'am, you are being brought down to the station for a questioning involving the deaths of three women in this area." The agent continued.

At this you actually do give a little snort. They honestly think you are connected to the deaths of three women?

"Okay." You say, slipping on your shoes by the door. "I don't know why you think I had anything to do with this, but I'll come down to the station with you, just let me grab my purse and jacket."

The two agents look at you weirdly as you talk so casually about this. A little while later, the three of you are all on your way down to the local police department.

"So, I guess you know my name, but what's yours again?" You ask casually from the backseat of the car.

"I'm doctor Spencer Reid and this is agent Derek Morgan, we are with the Behavior Analysis Unit." The tall skinny one answers, while the muscular one drives quietly.

"Oh, you guys are with the BAU? That's cool. I actually know someone who works within the BAU." You almost laugh at the irony there, your own dad was most likely the superior to these two agents, and here you were, practically getting arrested by them.

"Oh, who?" Spencer asks, actually sounding really interested.

"Oh, you probably wouldn't know him, he isn't that high up in the ranks over there." You giggle, leaning your head up against the cold window.

Soon the three of you arrived at the police station, and you were brought straight into an interrogation room. Sitting casually you waited for someone to come in and ask you about whatever crime they thought you had committed.

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My #1 post of 2022

memes ll c.e.

pairing: chris evans x wife!reader

warning: none :)

summary: you and chris like to post funny pics of each other

instagram edit

faceclaim: Elizabeth Olsen

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y/n_evans

liked by selenagomez, lizzobeeating, chrisevans and others

y/n_evans me when i found out that @chrisevans was doing a puppy interview

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chrisevans hahaha you’re so funny 😐

y/n_evans love you christopher

fanone awwww *bangs head againts the wall*

user1one they are such an adorable couple

lizzobeeating i feel you girl @y/n_evans

y/n_evans hes so hot its not fair 😌

userfive currently freaking out

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popentertainment-interviews · 1 year

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Michael Carbonaro

Making Comic Book Magic Through the Eyes of the Impresario of The Big Apple Con

by Brad Balfour

Boy, it's hard to keep track of comic book impresario Mike Carbonaro. Maybe he can sit still for a two-hour movie – or so – such as the 93-minute The Night At The Opera, a film as fast paced and crazy-quilt as Carbo himself. He's a Maven of media, especially that which involves superheroes and costumed characters. Now in his mid-60s, this NY-accented character may not be costumed but he is heroic, a rescuer of our pop culture. And he's profiting from it.

At least once, maybe twice a year, Carbo holds the Big Apple Comic Con in the New Yorker Hotel. On Saturday, December 17th, is Christmas Con, then a co-sponsored Trading Card Con on Sunday. And next year, there's the extended March 2023 edition.

If the New York Comic Con is like a glittery version of a Comic-Con, maybe the Taylor Swift or Bruce Springsteen of cons, then the Big Apple Comic Con is a punk rock equivalent – kind of like The New York Dolls versus The Rolling Stones. It's hard-core for real lovers of the books, their artists and fans. Oh, it has its share of media stars, panels, signings/photo booths and an artist alley but it's really for the basic collector.

A very active collector and buyer of comics, discs, and pop culture memorabilia, Carbo's comic book story began as a young boy who would use his toy dump truck to roll his comics into a treasure chest covered with Superman wallpaper. Over 40 years later, he's still rolling along and buying comics – only now it's in a white SUV, sometimes having woken up in the middle of the night to spend $20k on comics.

In the '70s, Carbo attended almost every comic book and collectible convention in the NYC area. He paid his way through private school and college with money made by dealing comic books. In the '80s he opened a comic book store in Forest Hills, Queens, NY, which he ran for more than a decade.

Then, ever restless in the 1990s, he launched a new venture – the Big Apple Convention. Over the years, he's run over 75 comic cons locally. Over the course of its history, the convention has been known as the Big Apple Convention, the Big Apple Comic Book, Art and Toy Show, and the Big Apple Comic Book, Art, Toy & Sci-Fi Expo. Larger three-day November shows were known as the National Comic Book, Art, Toy and Sci-Fi Expo and the National Comic Book, Comic Art, and Fantasy Convention. In 2014, the name "Big Apple Convention " was revived by Carbonaro for the March 2015 show. He's sold and then reacquired it. But whenever and wherever he did, Carbo was its ringmaster.

In 2000, the bushy-haired dynamo also kicked off a career as a Senior Buyer for Neat Stuff Collectibles. He spent millions of dollars buying comic books and collectibles during his tenure. Then, Carbonaro helped Dave & Adam's Card World build their comic books business. He's always gearing up to spend billions on every collectible imaginable – comic books, pulp, toys, and sports cards and artwork. Whatever you've got, Carbo will buy it!

In typical Carbo fashion, when we met up, he was in a whirlwind. "Get down here to the public library near the Lions. I'm coming from my accountants, meeting a long-time collector and then you. And I'll be off again."

Michael Carbonaro: This is the most beautiful spot — the Chrysler building right there — 42nd Street, Fifth Avenue, New York Library, and my friend, Arnie Sheinman.

What are your memories of comics and the library? Michael Carbonaro: You know what? I actually want to build a comic book library. This is not it. But I do enjoy the 42nd Street Library when I'm here. But the reason I'm here is my accountant – who is also Arnie's accountant, at least for this year, and is across the street. I imagine your accountant has a lot of work to do. Michael Carbonaro: You mean when it comes to me? Well, yes, he's kept things honest and stable for the last 20 years. You're always running around with all that cash to buy comics. How do you keep track of it all? Michael Carbonaro: I don't know. The comics keep track of themselves. But Arnie and I were doing business way back, starting in the earliest days. But you were doing business before me, at the comics shows. We were just talking about this new movie, the Shazam! movie, the Black Adam, which is okay. But remember Captain Marvel? There was a time when the Captain Marvels were the X‑Men — when everyone wanted to have Captain Marvels, this whole period. But Marvel Family No. 1, which is now $1,000 to $20,000, nobody cared that much about Marvel Family No. 1 — 25 dollars, maybe 50 dollars, a hundred bucks, would have been a lot for that. Tons of those all the time. Anyhow, it's amazing what the movies will do for the awareness, value of a comic book. Do the movies make you more motivated about a particular comic book? Michael Carbonaro: Not personally, but from a fiduciary point of view, yes. It makes me want to buy more because everyone wants them, and the value goes up. Then it goes down, as the movie does well or worse, depending. So yeah, it motivates me a little bit to do it. So you weren't motivated by Black Adam? Michael Carbonaro: The comics themselves motivate me. And Black Adam didn't do it for you? Michael Carbonaro: It was okay. What can I say? How about the comic? Shazam No. 26? Michael Carbonaro: Shazam No. 26? That's another book from the 70s. You can buy it in the dollar bins all of a sudden, the dime bins. Now you're talking about the Golden Age ones? Michael Carbonaro: No, no, this is the 1970s appearance of Black Adam – the Shazam one. But then there's Marvel Family. Arnie Sheinman: So worthless. Michael Carbonaro: What about Marvel Family No. 1? Didn't that have something in it too? Arnie Sheinman: No, I'm talking about the Silver [Age] one. Michael Carbonaro: Right, right. That's what Shazam was – kind of silvery. Arnie Sheinman: That's the Marvel stories. Michael Carbonaro: Yeah, that's the one I'm talking about. The 1940s kept Marvel Family as well as the Shazam ones from the '70s. Did it ever confuse anybody about, there's Marvel’s Captain Marvel, there's a DC Captain Marvel and then there's Shazam, and then there's... Michael Carbonaro: Yeah. Well, that's the whole thing of a lawsuit with that. I think it's interesting. Marvel – I believe DC actually stopped, or paid off, Fawcett [Press] to stop printing Captain Marvel. Then, later on in the Seventies, Marvel bought the rights to it, or owned the rights somehow, and then created [their own Captain Marvel] and [DC’s version] became Captain Marvel themselves, calling it Shazam. Arnie Sheinman: They named Marvel "Captain Marvel." It was Captain Mar-VEL. Michael Carbonaro: Right, right. And then Marvel Comics created a Captain MAR-vel character in the '60s. So it was... Then it was [morphed] into a woman? Michael Carbonaro: I believe that's correct, right. Oh, I remember when I had my comics store, that was actually the first graphic novel that really did amazing [business]. We had to keep reordering it, the first printing and the second printing. I had my comic books store in the 1980s – I guess that's '83-'84, when "The Death of Captain Marvel" came out. That graphic was six bucks, and it was great. That's like selling six comic books. So I was making three dollars on every six‑dollar sale. I kept reordering that graphic novel and reordering it. And that's at the retail rate, right? Michael Carbonaro: Yeah. That was at my comic books store in Forest Hills – Continental Comics in the '80s. I had just moved back again to Forest Hills, and the guy whose house I moved into and I invested a little, and I'm paying him rent – is one of the kids that used to buy comic books from me in the 1980s. In a $2.2 million house in the Forest Hills Gardens. So you're in Forest Hills now? Michael Carbonaro: I'm back. Is there a difference between the Queens comic book fan versus the Manhattan comic book fan? Michael Carbonaro: Absolutely not. Everyone likes comic books, it's all equal. We all love them the same. It doesn't matter where you live or where you are. Comic books are equal. Now some people are a little more crazy about the way they love their comics and how they love their comics, but nevertheless we are all equal lovers of comic books. Whether we buy them, sell them, or whatever, right?

Now that you're back living in Queens, have you ever thought to set up your house in such a way that it becomes a comic book haven? Michael Carbonaro: Oh no, no, no, I already have a warehouse, and a basement. Actually the reason I bought it is because of the whole garage and basement of the house, I am turning into a business and an office and all that. And for my Big Apple Comic Book Convention, which is coming up this month. And Christmas.

BACC is not a corporate show – it's a collectors show. It's not 100,000 people, it's 10,000 people. But we bring celebrities, we bring artists; if you come to the show, you can move around and breathe easily, you can get to see everybody; you can do your comic book business, and that's what I like about it. It's a fun experience. It's real social media with other collectors. That's the thing, you walk into a comic book convention, or you collect comic books, regardless of race, color, creed, anything, you have that common interest. That's something I learned as a kid buying and selling comics, the melting pot of comic books has been a very positive experience for me in my life.

So Arnie, you told a few stories of me in the past, and one of these is amusing. I would like to negotiate when I buy something, and you mentioned that I negotiated with you and I left the difference on the floor when we did it?

Arnie Sheinman: A little kid used to come over and pay me in change, and he left more change on the table than he spent. Did he have any valuable change? Arnie Sheinman: No, just nickels and dimes. But to an 11-year-old... Michael Carbonaro: But buying comic books back then was pretty cool. Then you were an 11-year-old... Michael Carbonaro: No, I was 12 or 13. This is 1970. So you're 12 or 13. Why is it comics and not something else you collect? Although you do collect a lot of other things, do you? Michael Carbonaro: No, comics were it. Because I liked collecting comics when I was a kid, I enjoyed it, and comics were – it was something easy to figure out. I liked the numbering system. I liked buying them. I liked seeing them. I liked that Marvel Comics were exciting.

The comic book business is a 24-hour business and when the comics come out, people want to sell them when they want to sell them. And I've had guys I've known since I was 12 years old. So all of these years I've been collecting, and I've had guys I've known all their lives, guys 45 years old, "I'll never sell, I'll never sell." All of a sudden, in the middle of the night they'll call me and go, "Okay. I'm ready to sell." And if I don't answer that bell that day, they'll find someone else to buy it. That's the cool thing about the comic business, it's very liquid. If you need money, you want to sell something right away, you don't have to deal through any brokers. You have to be ready to go. For me, the middle of the night and doing the deal is my life. It was the best dream I could have had, and it came true. Coins and stamps were dull. My dad collected coins and stamps. He taught me how to collect things, and I liked postcards as well. I collected postcards – Coney Island. I won first prize for my Coney Island collection. That was pretty cool. But Coney Island is, you know, the old Luna Park and Dreamland, and all that, that's all gone now. Did you go out to Coney Island? Michael Carbonaro: Yeah, I used to make my mom take me. But it wasn't the same in the '60s. How was the Mermaid Parade for you? Michael Carbonaro: Didn't get to that one. That was way back. This was the '70s. But I'm flying out to buy a comic book collection in Florida next week, and I'm probably not even going to see Disney [World]. For me, the comic book collection is Disneyland. New York City has been my home. I've fallen off the roof at Studio 54 [and] I had a comic book store in Jackson Heights. I like the fact that I run the Big Apple Comic Con in New York City. It makes me feel good that I'm a part of New York and I've done something fun here.

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