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spidey-bie · 11 months

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I actually don't do requests but since you asked so nicely (and I also already had this in my drafts for like the longest but I never finished it.)

Hobie x Black G/N Reader

TW: Physical Touch

Hobie Brown is a proud aroace relationship anarchist who's constantly sticking a middle finger up at amatonormativity. Idc idc.

You wanna have a qpr? Try and stop him. (Don't do that he's got Spidey strength.)

If or when you start living together you both either take turns cooking or you cook together.

(Also I feel like he can't bake for anything but his food is the bomb)

If you wanna share rooms he's cool with that.

If you want separate rooms he's cool with that too.

But either way y'all definitely have a big sleepover/movie night in the living room at least once a week.

"Mate, you just had to get in the car. You'd still be alive if you just used your head."

"Bie you know they had to kill the black guy first. It's a horror movie."

You hang out in the back stage during his shows and he takes you with him to go pub hopping afterwards.

You both infodump to one another. He can go off on tangents for hours about a lot of different things. Whether it's something political or just his favorite artists.

If you're not British then he teaches you British slang so you can understand what he's saying. (In turn you teach him some AAVE and y'all mess with Miles and Gwen by using both simultaneously.)

His love language is physical touch but not in like the traditional romantic sense. He's the type to just lay his entire body weight on you while your both lounging around. Or he'll drape himself up against you if your both standing.

If you don't like the word love he finds roundabout ways to tell you that he appreciates and cares for you. Or he just shows it via his actions.

Both of you go out on weekly outings together. (they're not dates because you aren't dating)

He either takes you to really obscure places or he sneaks you into his favorite artist's shows.

Let's you steal borrow his clothes. He knows if he's missing something he just has to go looking for you.

"Is that my jumper on your bed?" "If you mean our jumper then yes."

I just know that he knows where to find the best cheap hair products. (If you don't like to steal. Lame.)

I personally feel like he doesn't do much with his own hair. He got his locs installed one day and has just never touched it ever again but after hearing you lecture on about hair health he joins you on your wash days.

"I don't see why we have to feed into the idea of black hair being neat so that we can be palatable to those in power." He was leaning face first into the kitchen sink. "True. It doesn't have to be neat to be beautiful. But it at least has to be clean and watching you scratch makes me itch. Now close your eyes so i can rinse."

Edit: I modified the last one because I didn't agree with it anymore.

A/N: The autism won't let me hyperfocus on anything aside from Hobie at the moment. It's a curse but you don't hear me complaining lol. I looked into the difference between locs, dreads, and wicks for this and now I'm contemplating growing my hair out again.

#amatonormativity can suck my dick #ace hobie is here to stay #idc #i have never seen a man so aroace shaped #ace hobie #queerplatonic relationship #hobie x black!reader #hobie x black reader #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #hobie x reader #black reader #my bae [🎸]#hobie brown headcanons #aroace reader #jay and the spiders #aro hobie #cory writes

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saphscorner · 7 months

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☆ pinned post + intro ☆

★ | call me saph! | they/them | ★ ★ | 19 | full time college student | ★ welcome to my writing blog! you can find more of my writing on my archive of our own (also saphscorner)

fandoms ★ hermitcraft ★ the life series ★ hardcore hermits ★ create mod ★ empires smp ★ bungou stray dogs (<- mostly inactive currently) drabble requests are welcome, but i cannot make any promises about completing them :'D i am more likely to fulfill requests if we're mutuals though! i love my mutuals mwah mwah you're free to send me asks about anything! spam is okay, and dms are also okay. i'll love you forever if you ask questions about my fics or about headcanons!

the majority of my works include shipping! if this bothers you, this blog is likely not for you. in the realm of mcyt, all shipping is non-rpf, and the characters written are exclusively minecraft personas.

this blog will be primarily sfw. anything suggestive or borderline will be tagged as such. for reference, most of my works are g-rated or t-rated on ao3, and this blog will reflect that!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS! - my personal tags - ★ #saphscorner ao3 - new ao3 posts + fic links ★ #saphs ramblings - general ramblings and less coherent posts (also used on my main blog) ★ #saphs drabbles - shorter, tumblr exclusive drabbles and oneshots (often written by request) ★ #saphs answers - answers to miscellaneous asks ★ #saphs fic recs - my personal favorite fics written by other authors (both reblogs and text posts) ...updated as necessary :)

- au tags - ★ #countryside au - rancher duo centric ...more coming soon...? - faq - ★ "can i translate your work?" yes absolutely! please link it back to my original work ★ "do you do collabs?" yes! if you're interested in collaboration, my dms are open! ★ "can i create fanart based on your work?" i love when people do this, so yes of course! be sure to link my work in your post, and make sure to send me the finished product too ★ "will you write [x] pairing?" i will not write any adult/minor ships (EVER), and i will not write romantic pairings that involve the personas of content creators who have previously expressed discomfort with shipping. other than that, i'm very open in terms of shipping, and i'm willing to write pairings regardless of their popularity (hit me with your unheard of rarepair, do it! /gen). yes i'll write poly ships, yes i'll write qprs, yes i'll write crack ships, and yes i'll write anything from the number one ship in the fandom to the ship that doesn't even have a name yet - dni - ★ age 13 or younger ★ general dni criteria (racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc) that's all! this post will be updated as necessary :)

#saphs ramblings

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anythingamarantha · 2 months

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I consider myself aroace, and yet I have a boyfriend. This makes me feel weird. However, I approach it as a QPR because I definitely amn't sexually attracted to him, don't understand it; on a fundamental level I don't understand romance either. Like... most romantic gestures can be platonic too, so I simply don't get it.

However, I do love him and he's my favorite person. I want to build a life together with him, though I'm honestly very afraid of the possibility we're incompatible living together or if he ever just decides... what I give isn't enough.

Because the whole relationship is on my terms. We don't kiss, not lip-to-lip because I don't like it, don't really wanna do it. I tend to end our little sexual explorations early because I'd rather cuddle.

There's also some stuff that concerns me regarding him. It's nothing dangerous but... he's really gung-ho about getting married and having bio kids. I'd rather just foster teens and up. Foster and adopt. I don't even like kids. Baby kids. I'm not around them all that often, but the idea just doesn't appeal to me.

I kind of figured/assumed I was aroace because... well, I've never felt "attraction" towards anyone that is sexual or romantic. I think. How do you describe the lack of a feeling? I don't understand it when people call others "sexy" or "hot". I tend to go with "pretty" or "beautiful", sometimes even "gorgeous", but half the time that isn't even aimed at their body. It's more their aesthetic appearance. But I don't want to get close to them, physically entangled with them. Not most of the time.

I enjoy fantasies but irl... it's not really my thing.

I dunno. Being aroace or assuming I am is just kinda confusing. When I was younger, I knew people were doing that stuff, getting into relationships, having sex; yet I had no interest in it. I avoided potential romantic relationships because I was scared they'd ask for more than I was willing to give and they'd push me on the point.

One of my favorite things about my Beloved is that in the early times, when we were still kinda getting to know each other and I was aloof, he asked if he could kiss me. And he accepted it when I said no and didn't push the issue. He didn't just act and expect reciprocation, the way you always see in movies and books, where two characters just look at each other and then they're leaning in, with their eyes closed, and their lips meet. He asked, requested permission, and didn't fight it when I said no.

... but anyways.

#aroace #ace spectrum #confusion

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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in which they yearn

summary: siri, how do i fake date the person i like and then pretend like i’m not dying when we go back to being just friends?? ships: prinxiety (can be read romantic or queerplatonic) (background qpr royality, mentioned romantic sleepality) wc: 1.3k / warnings: lots of Feelings & not knowing how to deal w/ them author’s note: hi hi !! my third prompt for @sanderssidescelebrations 2019: fake dating for the holidays!!

i don’t know what’s going on in this fic, to be honest, but it was fun to write, so! much appreciation to @blinksinbewilderment for picking the numbers that combined this prompt + ship + au <3

read on ao3 | read more of my holiday prompts

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This was so stupid. This was by far the worst idea he’d ever come up with and Virgil had had a lot of bad ideas during his twenty-two years on this hell Earth. There had to be, like, rules against this, right? Sure, he and Roman were definitely more than “employee and customer” by now but that was technically still where they had started. The number of winking faces Roman had drawn on Virgil’s cups throughout the year had to mean something, though, right? God, he was thinking way too much about this.

The bell above the door into Java Nice Day rang as he entered, clearing his scattered thoughts and announcing his arrival to the barista that looked like he’d been anticipating Virgil’s appearance? he’d just been agonizing over.

The cafe was relatively empty but that was exactly what Virgil had been hoping for. He’d purposely decided to show up later than usual today, not keen on making his proposal (wait, no, not that word) to Roman in front of too many other people. Virgil could only assume Patton was in the back somewhere, taking care of paperwork or baking fresh pastries to refill the display cases.

“Stormcloud!” Roman greeted him happily, leaning just slightly over the counter as Virgil approached. “Missed your smiling face. Truly, the early birds are less fun to help when you aren’t here rolling your eyes behind their backs.”

Virgil couldn’t have resisted grinning at this even if he’d tried. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Slept in.”

More like didn’t sleep at all, agonizing all night over how he’d word his request.

“Good. You deserve the extra rest!” The door to the kitchen swung open as Patton effortlessly joined the conversation. He carried a tray of baked goods with him and had decided apparently that he’d match his apron today with his pink hair. Virgil suspected tomorrow would be soft yellow.

“Mi amor, don’t tease him,” Roman responded, pressing a quick kiss to his queerplatonic partner’s cheek. “You’ll have to excuse Patton. Remy got to him first thing this morning.”

Patton squawked in protest but otherwise got to organizing the display, shooting Virgil a knowing smile as he did so.

“Your usual, then?” Roman offered.

“Oh,” Virgil blinked, snapping out of the panicked frenzy he’d found himself in at the impossible possibility of Patton knowing just exactly what Virgil had to ask Roman today. “Nah, uhm. Make me your favorite.”

“You already are.”

Patton barely stifled his giggle. Virgil didn’t do nearly as well, jaw dropping open and cheeks flushing red. Roman looked very much like a deer caught in the headlights.

“One caramel hot chocolate coming right up!” Patton chirped, grabbing the cup out of Roman’s hand, and hip checking him as he passed.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Virgil blurted.

“Uh.”

“No, wait, not like—” Like water from a faucet, the words came spilling out with no rhyme or reason. “I just mean, my parents. Christmas. Not an hour’s gone by where they haven’t texted me asking if I’m “bringing home anyone special” and it’s just really funny to me, that they think I have… I mean, not that I wouldn’t like to have… I mean, if I show up next week alone like I have for the past… Uh, years. Couple. Ever since… I’m just gonna go.”

Virgil was backing up before he’d even finished what ever the hell all of that had been. Why had he gone and mentioned his ex, no matter how briefly or vaguely? Why had he even shown up here today? Why had his stupid traitorous brain even given him this idea in the first place, as if it could ever possibly go well?

“Virgil, wait!”

A warm hand grabbed one of his and he flinched, not quite realizing how hard he’d (apparently) been dissociating. Reality slammed into him like a freight train and he blinked until his vision stopped being all fuzzy around the edges. Roman was holding his hand (Roman was holding his hand) and there was something in his eyes, something bright and confused and hopeful. Hopeful? Wait, what?

“When?”

Time was a funny thing.

The year leading up to Virgil bringing Roman home to his parents had been a roller coaster. From Virgil finding Roman’s upbeat attitude and positive outlook off-putting to Roman taking offense to Virgil talking down his favorite things to Patton finally nudging them in just the right direction. It turned out they had more in common than they thought and all it took was some patience to figure them out. Patton getting his boyfriend involved certainly helped; Remy was the no-nonsense sort and after seeing enough of Virgil and Roman’s antagonistic interactions, he’d promptly sat them at a table together and not let them leave until they found at least one thing to agree on. Afterwards, Virgil wouldn’t be surprised that it was Disney that did it.

Their fake relationship was about as fragile as an egg. Somehow, though, it wasn’t awkward. The banter came as easily as ever, something Virgil’s parents found endearing. Roman was physically affectionate and one would have an easier time finding a needle in a haystack than a moment where he wasn’t holding Virgil’s hands or playing with his hair. On the surface, it all really seemed very genuine. However, Virgil’s habit for self-sabotaging kept creeping up on him. Roman’s crippling self-esteem issues weighed heavy on his shoulders. Both of them wished and wanted and dreamed of more. The dinner would come and go but the feelings would linger, would plant roots, would grow and blossom and bloom.

“What if I blew it?”

Patton looked up from the laundry he was folding. Roman was staring at a sock, frowning.

“What’s that, honey?”

“You’ve had this sock for forever. You kept it all this time even though you lost the other one a long time ago. Even though it’ll never be a perfect match again, you still have it.”

“Yes?” Patton prompted.

“And… and sure, you can wear it with something else, because I know you don’t care about conformity, much less with clothes, and that’s really cute of you, have I ever said so?”

“You have,” Patton reassured, smiling.

“Okay. Good,” Roman exhaled, relieved. “Okay, good, great… but sometimes, there’s really just something about that perfect match. You know?”

“Mhm,” Patton agreed quietly, though he wasn’t sure if he really did know, at least not on the level Roman was trying to explain.

“I’m so happy with you,” Roman promised, piercing him suddenly with such an earnest gaze that Patton thought he might melt with the intensity of it. “I love you more than I could ever begin to show and…”

“And what, sweetpea?”

“I want… I want that with Virgil.” It was uttered so haltingly, barely a whisper.

“One more time?” Patton requested.

“With Virgil!” Roman seemed to burst, the floodgates breaking open. “I want him to know how important he is to me and… and to everyone that knows him! I want to remind him every day how loved and appreciated he is! When he laughs, I wish I had a bottle to catch it, and the way he smiles when he sees I’m the one behind the counter at work is like a rainbow after a storm, and his hands fit perfectly in mine, like a piece of a puzzle I didn’t even realize I was missing,” his voice caught, breath hitching. “Is… is that okay?”

Patton was there, wiping the tears from Roman’s cheeks before they could travel any further. “Oh, sugar, of course that’s okay!”

He pulled Roman in and shushed him as he cried, carding a hand through his hair. Any positive affirmation he could think of, he didn’t hesitate to murmur, reassuring Roman through every sob and hiccup and sniffle. Eventually, the emotions seemed to pass; it wasn’t even that they’d been necessarily bad, Patton figured, just sudden and overwhelming.

“So,” Patton began, giving Roman an encouraging smile. “How big a confession are you planning?”

#sanders sides fan fiction #prinxiety fan fiction #prinxiety #royality #sleepality #dani writes #sanders sides celebrations 2019

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