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poppy-metal · 3 years

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okay i know you're rightfully on some maid eren shit which is VALID and i LOVE it but i have this bully eren idea my friend gave me and on god i am about to BUST i have to share it with SOMEONE. it's part of my shitty nightmare craigslist roommate eren yeager cinematic universe i have in my head

you don't have to respond to this, even keep it to yourself if you like it, but i just! have to get it off my chest. i might post it to my blog but i just feel like you would appreciate it, so i wanted an opinion from the CHRIST of eren yeager headcannons themselves.

so my friend and i were shooting off some headcannons and we came up with this idea and one second i just need a moment to recuperate myself and that's super shitty NIGHTMARE craigstlist roommate eren yeager and when i tell you it has RUINED my life i mean it has RUINED my life.

ALSO I HAVE NEVER SUBMITTED MY SMUT HEADCANNONS TO SOMEONE BEFORE? SO IDK THE ETTIQUITTE SO I AM SO SORRY IF I MADE U UNCOMFY. IF I HAVE PLZ IGNORE ME.

- so like imagine, you're hard up for a roommate and so you hit up craiglist b/c you know the state of the economy is absolute SHIT and you are kind of in a rush. you end up moving into this two bedroom apartment with some dude on craigslist (eren) whose roommate just moved out.

- you don't know it but eren can't keep a roommate to save his LIFE. it's because he's just such an AWFUL roommate. like plays videogames all day. homie has a shit ton of money but literally NOBODY knows where it comes from or where he works. he just disappears and comes back he says it's "work" but never actually says where he works.

- throws his feet up on the coffee table and shit, doesn't wipe off his feet when he comes into the apartment, leaves cups out, just does not pick up after himself. eats the last bit of your food but gets mad when you do the same to him, uses your extra toothbrushes, just overall leaves a mess.

- the worst part? his room is IMMACULATE. he is FULLY capable of keeping clean, he just likes to crack open a can of whatever the fuck he drinks on the couch, throw his feet up on the table, and watch you bend over and pick up stuff in an angry huff with very steely eyes. this man's eyes are on you ALL the time.

- for the most part u put up w/ it because you're just that hard up for a roommate, but the final straw is when he leaves his dishes in the sink for like a week straight

- you storm from the kitchen into the living room in an absolute angry huff, face scrunched up from anger, and start just laying into him about doing the fucking dishes like "it's just not that hard!"

- the entire time you're raving, he just sits back - hands behind his head. "you done?"

- stands up, puts all the dishes up - in a way that you HATE that's not even CORRECT because he has studied the way that you put up the dishes like in the few months he's made living for you hell he has picked up on your small habits.

- now he's sitting down on the couch again and you're still ranting and raving at him. he looks super pissed off now.

- also did i mention the sexual tension between u two is IMMACULATE?

- while you're in the middle of raving, kicks over his soda that's on the table and gets it all over the carpet.

- now you're pissed and just raving and bitching. because who the fuck does that?

- pushes u on ur knees, bends you over, presses his cock into your ass and keeps u there for a second - grabs a rag from the table, stuffs it in ur mouth, and know what this fucker says?

- "clean it up. you might want to get further on your hands and knees -" presses his cock into you, which is obviously very hard against u, "make sure to get nice and deep in there"

- leaves to go to his room leaving u shook as fuck. obviously u clean it up b/c holy fuck

- tension builds up over the next several weeks and u get closer to levi and erwin, ur local next door gays (or roommates, depending on if u ship them or not). levi won't admit it but he loves u a lot and so does erwin.

- eren being really unhappy b/c ur spending so much time with the next door neighbors and not letting him terrorize you

- starts banging on levi's door one day, demanding to know where u r. levi answers the door. obviously he can see you over levi's short ass head but homie is a real one and is like "she's not here"

- "i can see her she's right -"

- levi wacks eren several times with the broom until he goes away.

- so u come in late that same night and homie is seething. this is where the sexual tension BUSTS.

- so u open the fridge bc you're looking for water, right, bent over and he comes in b/c he heard u come in (he's been waiting for u to come back all night).

- very stealthily slips behind you, presses his crotch against ur ass, and gives a nice comfortable shove - wedging u in the fridge

- reaches over u, his chest pressed against u, grabbing the water you wanted.

- sits there with his crotch pressed into u, slowly drinking the water while ur sitting there, squirming, trying to press ur way out of the fridge, but his hips have you pinned there. u don't know why ur turned on but holy HELL you're turned on. ur pressing ur ass into him and everything, trying to grind into him a bit. you claim to do it b/c ur trying to push him off but he knows why you're really doing it. the entire time u r stuck there, water from the shelf above is just dripping on you. it's cold as fuck bro and ur nipples? hard b/c it's cold.

- gets halfway through the water and go "i don't think i want to drink it anymore" dumps the other half of the water on u.

- you are dripping in water, t-shirt clinging to u. homie is marveling at how tight ur shirt is clinging to you, how cold you r when ur shivering.

- pulls you up by the neck from behind and closes the fridge so he can press u against it

- he's whispering in ur ear, asking if u had fun fucking the neighbors b/c "you seem like the kind of slut who would enjoy something like that". it's not like that at all but homie is a jealous guy.

- oh yeah did i mention he's a jealous guy?

- has his fingers in his mouth while he fucks you from behind for the first time, head pressed against your work schedule that's pinned to the fridge, asking you a slew of shit like

- "do you like that?"

- "i bet you like cleaning up after me like a lil maid"

- i mean he is absolutely ROCKING you against that fridge, fingers in your mouth snapping his hips against urs

- "you've just been playing coy w me the entire time, i bet u've been thinking about this for months - i know you have. i can see the way u bend over to put on a show for me when you clean up after my mess like a good lil housewife. good girls just don't wear panties like that and bend over not expecting to get fucked. bet you been waiting for this, dirty whore" ext. ext. ext.

anyways i am so sorry if this made you uncomfortbale?

again, haven't submitted anything like this in my life before?

oop.

thank u for ur time.

#ask #EXCUSE ME????#HELLO #U SENT TBIS TO ME FOR FREE???#Im so turned oh my god #HIM HOLDING U AGAINST THE FRIDGE #JUST HIM BEING A MENACE OH MY GOD #CALLING U A MAID #FUCK #eren jaeger smut #bc this is a whole drabble in itself

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queenbrightwhitly · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request something?

I was thinking maybe something where Malcolm is dragged to a charity event by his mother and she re-introduces him to the reader, who Malcolm went to Harvard with and they had a little secret relationship. It ended a but badly because the reader moved counties after and they loved eachother but never said. Maybe they get talking and it’s just really cute and fluffy, until they go back to his and they make out (no smut or anything, just some soft kissing or something idk) and then they agree to go out on a date and sort of hint at them having a future relationship.

Sorry if this is a terrible idea or too specific, but it’d mean the world if you wrote this!

Lol it’s okay, specific is not so bad. I’ve never seen a Malcolm fic about Harvard. So I was excited to write it. Thank you for submitting this.

Lucky

“Here, let me help you.” Gil walked over, readjusting Malcolms tie.

“Tell me again why I’m doing this?” Malcolm sighed, running his hand though his hair. “Even without a case, I’m sure there is something that you need me for.”

“Malcolm we talked about this.” Gil stood back. “I promised Jessica you would show up this time, so you can’t skip, or I’ll get in trouble.”

Malcolms front door opened and Jessica walked inside. She was dressed in a emerald green, strapless gown, her heels echoing though his house.

“Oh Malcolm, you actually look like you’ve gotten 5 hours.” Jessica smiled, moving some hair to the side of his face. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

Once in the car Jessica continued to talk about the event. “So many lovely people for you to meet Malcolm, although not all show their true colors, but I’m sure we can find someone for you to chat with.”

The car came to a stop, a huge mansion with white gates surrounding the outside, cars came in and out, people with cameras standing right outside the gates with security holding them back.

Malcolm stepped out, walking to the other side to open his mother’s door. Taking her hand they both walked inside together. When they got inside the whole place was lite up with chandeliers, a huge ball room in the center, tables covered with white sheets, a piano player in the corner.

Malcolm sighed. “This should be fun.”

“Shush, Malcolm. I’m going to get us some drinks, try to make conversation.” Jessica walked away, leaving Malcolm standing by himself, next to a plant...

Malcolm stood there for 15mins, wondering just how long it took his mother to get two drinks, before he could go off searching, he heard her voice from behind him.

Finally

Turning around he saw Jessica with two drinks in her hand coming this way. She was laughing with someone walking beside her. Malcolm stood frozen, his eyes widened, taking in the appearance of the person beside her, she looked just as he last saw her, even better if he was being honest.

“Malcolm, I would like you to meet-“

“Y/n.” Malcolm interrupted.

She stopped in place, staring at him in surprise. “Malcolm?”

Jessica looked between the two. “Well, I’ve seen we already met. So... how exactly do you two know each other?”

Malcolm didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at her. Y/n smiled at Jessica. “We went to school together... at Harvard.”

“Oh! Wonderful! Well, pardon me, I will leave the two of you to catch up.” Jessica handed Malcolm the other drink, turning around she smiled at Y/n before wondering off.

Malcolm still hadn’t said anything, he watched her casually looking around. “You look beautiful.”

Y/n smiled, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, you cleaned up very nice yourself.”

“Do you wanna go somewhere, quiet?” Malcolm asked, noticing the crowd had gotten bigger then when they first arrived.

“I would like that.”

Both of them walked around the ball room until finally coming across a flower garden outside. They walked the path, both not knowing where to start.

“How is the FBI?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, that didn’t really work out, they didn’t like me punching a sheriff in the face. How did you know I was in the FBI?”

Y/n shrugged. “I have a few friends there, and... I guess I kinda kept up.”

Malcolm smiled. “You kept tabs on me?”

“I was worried.” She looked down, messing with the hem of her dress. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Were you?”

Y/n stopped, looking back at him. “No, not really.”

Malcolm didn’t mean to, but he smiled. He thought he might have been the only one who was hurting. Everything was so messy after the two split, all thoughts of how he could’ve done something better to make her stay.

“You never told your mom?” She asked.

Malcolm shook his head. “I never told anyone.” He looked at her for a second. “You never told anyone ether, did you?”

She smiled, shaking her head. “We made a promise.”

“Yeah, we did.” They continued walking. “How was Germany? I heard you did well teaching classes. I also saw a lot of photos on your blog, they were incredible.”

“You kept tabs on me?” Y/n teased, skipping around in her dress, her shoes clicking against the stone path.

“I missed you.”

Y/n stopped, turning around to look at Malcolm. He had his hands in his pockets, his expression holding no humor. He was smiling but it looked sad, regretful even.

When she didn’t say anything, Malcolm took that as a bad sign. Clearing his throat, he laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, that was a bit mean. I know this was hard for the both of us, and I promise I was so happy for you, I didn’t mean-“

“I missed you too.” Y/n stopped him. “I missed you so much, but with how I left things, with how hurt we both were I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me, I thought-“ she sighed. “I don’t know what I thought..”

Malcolm nodded, he walked over to her. Taking a hold of her hand he brought it to his face, gently kissing it. “Do you want to go back to my place? We can talk more, I really wanna catch up.”

“Yes.” She smiled at him. “I would like that.”

Malcolm decided to call a cab instead of taking his moms driver. Although he did send her a text apologizing for leaving early and without saying goodbye. The car ride was nice and peaceful, his hand still hadn’t left hers the whole way there, up until he had to open the door.

Walking inside, Malcolm slipped off his shoes and coat, going to the wine rack and grabbing two glasses.

“Oh she’s so sweet.” Y/n said.

Turning around, Malcolm saw Y/n standing next to sunshine cage, her finger in between the bars while Sunshine gently peeked the top of her finger.

“She likes you.” Malcolm walked over to his couch setting down both glasses, pouring one for himself and Y/n.

Walking over she sat herself next to Malcolm, taking the glass from his hand she took a sip. “Your mom was sweet, she talked about you and Ainsley a lot.”

Malcolm smiled. “She loves talking about her kids... sometimes anyway.”

“When they aren’t jumping out of buildings and getting kidnapped by serial killers.” Y/n teased.

“Heh, she told you about that?” Malcolm laughed nervously.

“She’s proud of you, I hope you know that.” Y/n reached up to move some hair from his face. Malcolm looked up to her, placing his and her drink down he took a hold of her hand.

Bringing it down to his lips he gently kissed her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn’t say anything, looking between his eyes and his lips she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take it this far.

Malcolm smiled, leaning in he kissed her. She responded quickly, cupping his face with her hands, her thumbs rubbing up and down. She felt his scruff against her fingers, the scratchy feeling sending tingles down her spine.

She wanted to move closer, but there was nowhere else to go. Malcolm solved that by pulling her waist towards him. She sat on the other side of his leg while her legs laid across his lap, her fingers tangled in his hair.

Malcolms right hand reached around her back rubbing up and down, while his other hand came up to cup the side of her cheek, pulling her more towards him.

Malcolm started to get flash backs to the last time this happened. They were younger then, collage life taking almost all of their time on top of Malcolms obsession with his father and joining the FBI, her obsession with her study and travel planning.

To get alone time was almost a miracle those days, especially when nobody knew you were dating in the first place.

Pulling back, both breathed heavy, resting their foreheads against each other, they took their time catching their breath.

“Wow.” Y/n laughed. “This brings me back.”

“Yeah, me too.” Malcolm nodded. “I missed this.”

“Do you- do you think this could-“ Y/n stopped herself, suddenly getting nervous.

Malcolm of course noticed, but he already knew what she was thinking. He was thinking it too. “One date?” Malcolm asked. “Let’s try it, just once. If it feels wrong, we can stop, but-“

“If it feels right?” Y/n smiled. “We can talk about what happens next.”

“Agreed.” He said, pulling her in he wrapped one arm around her waist, his other went to her head to scratch it lightly.

She laid her head on his shoulder, messing with his tie in her fingers. They both sat quietly.

“Malcolm?”

“Yes.”

“I have some hope that we might be having that talk.”

Malcolm smiled. “Yeah, so do I. Maybe a lot more after that.”

“Oh yeah?” She said teasingly. “How far you already planning?”

“If I’m that lucky? Hopefully forever.” Malcolm leaned down, kissing the top of her forehead.

“I actually hope you’re that lucky than.” Y/n admitted, pulling herself closer to Malcolm.

They both laid there wrapped in each other’s arms. Knowing how they left things, this was definitely a better outcome to reuniting. This date was risky, but this was something they didn’t know each other needed, or wanted for that matter.

The outcome of that date they both had a good feeling would have a better ending. Wrapped in each other’s arms, instead of running from them.

#malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #prodigal son #prodigal son fandom #malcolm bright x reader #tom payne x reader #tom payne

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7ella7 · 4 years

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Choosing submission.

My husband and I have been married for over 10 years. We got together as teenagers and there’s a lot of love there, but it hasn’t been easy. We semi-recently had a few fresh-start moments. A cross-country move, some extremely beneficial marriage counseling, and a pandemic to bring us into the same space 24/7, and all three have been awesome. (I’m not saying the pandemic is awesome, just the extra time we get to spend together.)

I recently got super vulnerable with him and shared that I want to submit to him. I’ve always kind of known that I’ve been drawn to the idea of being subject to a man. I like the idea of being told what to do, how he wants things done, when he wants things done, and being expected to meet his expectations or accept the consequences. It would help me to know and understand what he wants/needs as well as give me some additional structure. There are so many things I find appealing about this, but I don’t really understand why/where it comes from, but hopefully over time I’ll be able to understand it better myself.

I told him 2 weeks ago. We’d been talking about our sex life and how to begin to really re-engage in that relationship aspect with one another after some challenges we’ve had. I was reading some things online and eventually came across a podcast called Over The Knee and the tumblr pages of @amysubmits and @cynicaldom (Thank you both so much for writing). It was like a lightbulb went off. I’d read about domestic discipline before, years ago, and we had tried it for a couple months after we had gotten married, but the way I tried to live submission caused problems in our dynamic. What I didn’t get from the DD sites back then was that it was okay (or necessary even) to still have my own thoughts/opinions/wants and to express them. I think I was trying to focus only on what my husband needed/wanted, and push down I wanted/needed. It seemed at the time like me sharing my wants/needs with him would somehow make my submission less real. Then, when I listened to the OTK podcast and read their tumblr pages a couple weeks ago, I felt like I understood so much better how a real couple could actually do it successfully and showed me that a submissive partner is not the same a passive partner who lets the relationship and the Dominant partner’s wants and needs be the only thing that exists between them. It’s a full relationship with active involvement and communication on both sides, but with a power exchange component. They both make a point about how important it is for him to have that information from her.

It had been over 10 years since we had tried domestic discipline before. The whole dynamic just kind of fizzled out pretty quickly due to the issues with how we tried to go about it. We hadn’t talked about it since. I was so nervous to talk about the idea of trying again that I started the convo through text message. I sent the text, but we were both in the same room, so I went to clean something in the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye when he read it. I built up my courage and went back in, but he was still watching TV. He’d turned his phone on silent and didn’t get it for another hour and a half (it was low-key torture). I would alternate between different tasks and watching TV with him, trying to relax about it, but feeling like that paragraph of a text message put so much of me out there that made it difficult to even breathe normally at certain points. I was scared that he wouldn’t be interested at all and that it’d be shut down, but more than that, I was scared that he’d think I was weird and ultimately shut me down, not because he would be cruel about it, but because it had taken so much to be that vulnerable. It could have been crushing. I have a really hard time opening up about things like this, and I’m more than a little shy about things that tie into my sexuality. Yes, even with my husband. However, marriage counseling and a recent book I read have helped me to be able to make some important moves toward embracing vulnerability.

When he did get the message, he started by reading the tumblr pages, and we listened to an episode of their podcast. When we talked about it later that afternoon, he actually said he liked a lot of the basic ideas, but he had a lot of questions for me about why, what motivations I had, what I ultimately wanted from the dynamic, etc. It was a start. We’ve had maybe 3-4 conversations about it in the last couple weeks, and yesterday we started discussing an initial agreement. When I asked him what areas of our life he’d like to have authority in, he said he’d like to eventually have my submission in everything. (It made my heart happy.) The main things we discussed which areas of our life I’m ready to submit in fully (home life, sex life), and a couple that I am not ready to hand over yet (work life, food, clothes). We’re trying to be intentional and start slow so we can kind of grow into this. We also discussed a few rules and expectations that we’re interested in starting with. We have plenty of ideas, but are starting slowly with 1-3 rules. I haven’t seen the agreement yet, he’s in the process of writing it up (which also made me happy because he’s taking ownership of some of the process already). So I wait. I feel excited and happy and nervous and fluttery and tingly a lot lately. We’re just at the beginning and we haven’t even officially entered an agreement, but I wanted to catch these events and feelings before we move further into the journey.

There’s like a million more things I could write, but here’s the bullet list for brevity’s sake- and maybe I’ll be able to revisit and expand on some of this later:

I am feeling nervous about diving in- I feel like I’ve wanted this for so long, but what happens if I’m a horrible submissive or really struggle with my stubbornness when it comes time to show my submission through my actions?

I have a markedly higher sex drive than I’ve had in years- I feel like I have the biggest crush on my husband.

Also, somehow while I’ve routinely hated doing things like dishes for the past... well forever I guess. But when I think about doing them for him, it turns me on a little bit. Idk if that’s a thing that lasts, but I would love it if that sticks around, haha.

I wonder about how he really feels about everything. I know he LOVES the idea of traditional gender roles and he’s been clear about that for a long time, but I’m not sure where he falls on the idea of providing discipline. Is that something he could end up eventually liking? Maybe not the actual punishment itself, but the effects of it? Idk.

I wonder how we’ll do- will we be able to avoid some of the problems we had in the beginning by being open communicators even when it’s hard? Will he stay consistent with me? Will we both feel the dynamic and value it enough to keep working on it over time?

I worry about being the spouse that brought it up. I don’t want him to feel like he has to do this. There are definitely things in his makeup that make me think he’ll be a natural. I was drawn to him even in high school because he is a good and traditional man. We share a lot of the same values. I know a lot of his views align perfectly with this dynamic, but it’s asking a lot of someone to take on that Dominant role. I just hope that he will find fulfillment there for himself, because I couldn’t continue to ask him to do it if it’s not something he decides on his own that he wants.

I am super happy that I found Tumblr and so many awesome blogs where people have shared so openly what their dynamic looks like. It’s a great help to feel like there are others out there.

8 June 2020

#domestic discipline #24/7 d/s #d/s marriage #d/s couple #d/s #vanilla to d/s #starting out #7ella7

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thebest-medicine · 4 years

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“Not Ticklish”

Submitted by anonymous:

A/N: I hope this is okay, I read you wanted to read a Tangled tickle fic a while ago and idk if you still want it but I wrote one!! So I hope you don’t mind me sending this to you lol I didn’t post it publicly because I’m still not sure if I want to make a public tickle blog or not, but anyway. I hope you enjoy it. I haven’t written in forever so oof

So there’s not too much context but I really adore Eugene and I’d LOVE to see him tickled and there’s not too many fics with him being the ‘lee so I made it happen myself lmao

“I’m not ticklish.” The words left Eugene’s mouth so easily, it was impossible to ignore this challenge now. His soon-to-be wife, Rapunzel, was curled up in his lap, giggling madly as he tickled her sides.

In an attempt to get him to stop, she tried retaliating, going straight for his sides too. He did jump back a bit, but he didn’t react the way she was expecting. She glanced up at him with a curious expression, and he said those exact words. A smirk tugged at her little pink lips.

“Oh?” She smiled and sat back, folding her arms across her chest. “I doubt that.” Eugene shrugged. “What? You didn’t get a laugh out of me, did you?” “No,” Rapunzel chirped, “But that just means I’ll have to keep going until I do.”

Eugene shook his head. “Mmm, don’t waste your time, Blondie.” He waved her off, grabbing her waist again, and tugging her against his chest. Before she got any ideas, he gently drilled his thumb against her ribs. She squealed, tossing her head back with a loud laugh.

“Nohoho!” She whined, “Stahahap! Eugene! I mean it!” She squirmed in his grip, pushing at his wrists with all of her might. It really was unfair; he was bigger and stronger, and if he wanted to be relentless, he could be.

“No~, stop~, I mean it~!” Eugene mocked her squeaky voice, stifling a chuckle as Rapunzel managed to wriggle out of his grasp and playfully kick at his middle.

“Rude! Don’t be so–! Rude!” She laughed, sitting up as quickly as she could with nearly 80 feet of hair, tackling Eugene onto his back. Eugene grinned as she straddled his waist, pinning his wrists at the sides of his head.

“Oh, I like where this is going.” He mused. Rapunzel shook her head, still giggling quietly.

“You’re really gonna get it.”

“Get what? A kiss? That would be nice.” He teased.

For someone who wasn’t ticklish at all, he was really pushing it.

“No, no kisses.”

Eugene pouted. “Why not?”

“After tickling me like that?”

“Yes?”

Rapunzel grinned, her expression softening a little. She really did love this man. Even so, she leaned down, and locked their lips lovingly. She didn’t hold it too long, as she didn’t want the playful mood to simmer down just yet. She straightened out her back again, moving as fast as light.

Her slender fingers rocketed into his underarms, tickling as wildly as she could. Eugene automatically clamped his arms to his sides, curling into himself slightly as a surprised “Arugh–!” Came out of him.

He actually believed Rapunzel would have given up and moved on, but he should know by now she’s not the type to back down without a fight. It tickled, and he wanted to laugh, he really did. He pressed his lips together as tightly as possible, but a smile still broke through despite his efforts.

“Aha!” Rapunzel beamed triumphantly. “Look! You’re smiling! You’re ticklish! You are!” She tickled a bit lower and tried out that little trick of his, drilling her thumb into the top of his ribs.

“Hey, hey! Wait!” Eugene retorted, trying to swat her hands away as gently as possible. “Stop that!”

“Why? Does it tickle, Eugene? Huh? Mister, ‘I’m not ticklish’?”

Rapunzel laughed at herself, noticing how bad she was at being the tickler. But Eugene was still smiling, and she could have sworn she heard a chuckle come out of him once or twice. Eugene was genuinely struggling, both with trying not to hurt her, and trying not to laugh. It was proving much more difficult than he ever thought. In his defense, he always figured he wasn’t ticklish. No one had ever really tickled him before, so he wouldn’t really know. He was wrong, apparently. But he couldn’t let her win just yet.

“Nope, nope, not at all, not even a little.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. Rapunzel cackled.

“Oh, please. Just laugh, will you? I’ll only tease you about it forever. No big deal.”

Eugene twisted himself over onto his stomach, gripping at the sheets dramatically.

“No, please! I can’t ruin my fake reputation again!” He did chuckle again, hoping it was quiet enough for Rapunzel not to hear. But Rapunzel followed, her hands really digging into his ribs now. Eugene yelped again.

“C’mon! No more!” He chortled.

“Not until you laugh! I promise I’ll stop when you do!” Rapunzel retorted. “There’s nothing wrong with being ticklish! Just let it out.”

“I can’t!” He growled a bit out of frustration, reaching behind him and tickling Rapunzel’s knee playfully. She jerked it backwards and squealed a bit.

“No! You’re not winning! NO!” She slid back on his back a bit, sitting herself atop his rump, clawing into his hips.

“Ah-! Oh, no! Not– Not there, no!”

Eugene wheezed just a bit as the laughter was aching to burst from his chest. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to lose to a tiny little princess.

“Why? Bad spot?” Rapunzel purred happily, trying to ignore how sore her fingers were getting. He was a decently thick man, and it was difficult to wrap her grip around his waist comfortably. She laughed at the silliness of the situation.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” She teased. She reached under him as he squirmed, tickling his lower stomach too. She tried not to whine as he nearly crushed her hand. He turned over onto his side, starting to finally, finally giggle.

“All right, all right! You win, you win! Stop it!” His shoulders bounced as he snickered, using one hand to cover his face and the other to try and push at Rapunzel still. The blonde, feeling victorious as those glorious first few giggles rang in her ears, kneaded into the hollows of his hips again.

“Okay, fine, I win! But I’m not stopping until you really laugh!” She grinned as he tucked his hips under against her touch, his expression almost looking like he was in pain. It must have been a seriously ticklish spot.

“Ra-ha-ha-ha-punzel!” He chortled, shortly bubbling into genuine laughter. “Ah-ha-ha! That’s– that’s enough! I mean it!”

“I mean it~!” Rapunzel teased him in a higher pitched voice, knowing very well she may be destroyed with vengeful tickles later, but at the moment, she couldn’t get enough of finally hearing his laugh once and for all.

“There it is!” She giggled with glee, still scribbling at his lower torso. He rolled onto his back, trying to wrap his arms around his middle and protect every area her fingers slithered into.

“Sta-ha-ha-hap! No-ho-ho, no-ho mohohore!”

His giggling was desperate and frantic, but that only gave Rapunzel the sweetest butterflies in her stomach.

“Admit it!” She tickled faster.

“Admit what?” He giggled louder.

“That you’re ticklish!”

“No!”

“Do it! I’ll tickle you all night if I have to!”

“Fine!”

“Fine what~?”

“I’m– I’m ticklish! Oka-ha-ha-ha-hay?! St-ah-ha-ha-hap it! Please!”

His laughter was growing hysterical now, and it was as contagious as ever. Rapunzel giggled and flopped atop her beloved, ceasing her tickling as the two laughed together for a few more moments. She playfully poked and prodded at his sides just to hear him giggle and snort a few more times.

“You are really gonna get it, you know that?” Eugene teased, sending a warning squeeze to her side. She bit back a laugh as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Get what? A kiss? That would be nice~.”

“Nuance.”

Even the strongest, boldest man she’s met had a weakness as silly as her own. With these knew discoveries in mind, she figured their future tickle fights may be evened out a bit better than before.

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baseballbitch116 · 5 years

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On Watch

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Request: “Can I request one for Daryl? Maybe og Atlanta setting, reader always takes lookout on Dale’s RV as an excuse to check out Daryl and he catches her watching him and idk a confession happens were one tells the other they like them and fluff generally. Thanks, and I really really love your writing🥰”

Word Count: 1122

Warnings: None?

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The one place that you can be found the most, is the RV. Something about it felt like the closest thing to a home since you lost your’s. You would take turns with Andrea, Dale and Glenn being on watch, or you’d hangout inside it. You’d read a book, clean the weapons, attempt to sew clothes for the group, things of that sort. You weren’t very close to everyone in the group, only having been with them for two months or so.

You have opened up a little more since Rick joined and sort of replaced Shane as leader. Back when Merle was still around, he used to hit on you a lot, probably the most consistent talking you did with anyone in the group. Here and there you would speak to Amy or Andrea, Glenn or Dale, sometimes Lori or Carol - but definitely not Daryl.

It wasn’t like you didn’t WANT to talk to him - no, you wanted to more than anyone else here. But he was pretty damn intimidating. You’ve noticed that he seems to be becoming a little less... standoffish, as time goes on - but not enough that you feel starting up a conversation with him.

So, for the most part, you just admire him from afar. You don’t even mean to, but you often catch yourself staring at him as he talks to Rick or Shane. You really wish he was just a little more approachable, just so you could try to build some sort of friendship, or ANYTHING.

Today was like most other days - you sat on a fold-up chair on the roof of the RV, sweating under the intense Atlanta sun, pretty damn bored. You are attempting to fan yourself with a magazine, but it is doing little to nothing. All you can see are trees and open field, absolutely nothing, like usual. You hear some men talking and your gaze turns to the left, spotting Rick talking with Daryl and Glenn. You can’t quite make out what they’re saying, and you try to listen in from where you sit, curious about if they’re going out looking for Sophia again, but it’s no use.

You see Daryl and Rick turn your direction and quickly move your head to the right, trying to play off the fact that you were just staring, but you can tell you’ve been caught. You resist looking back, instead adjusting yourself in your seat and crossing your legs, grossing restless.

After a few moments you hear someone approaching and look down to see none other than Daryl himself heading into the RV. You don’t say anything, and neither does he, like normal. After a minute or so, he comes back out with three weapons. You figure that he will keep walking like he always does and not say anything to you, but he catches you off guard, hollering up, “Ya know you’re supposed to be lookin’ out for walkers, not us.” He says, squinting up at you, a tiny smirk playing at his lips.

Your jaw drops a bit by his random straight-forwardness, and you try to think of a quick response, but he flustered you. He begins walking away, but not before you holler “There’s nothing else to see!” He just shakes his head as he walks away, leaving you sitting up there, a bit embarrassed but mostly shocked that he finally spoke to you.

The next morning you were up bright and early, heading back up to relieve Dale from watch. “Ya know, Glenn could take a shift too.” Dale says as he stands, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He hands you the sniper and you shrug. “I’ve got nothin better to do.” You respond, taking his seat in the uncomfortable chair with a sigh.

After about a half an hour, you spot Daryl coming toward the house from his tent away from the group. You watch him walk for a moment, his muscles prominent under the early morning sun, but then you remember him catching you looking yesterday and turn your gaze away from him.

“I saw ya.” He hollers up, startling you, as he walks by. He doesn’t look at you, but you see that small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.

“I glanced, you look like a walker from afar with all that dirt on ya.” You respond, teasing him for not even attempting to clean up. He scoffs and shrugs as he continues past the RV.

The rest of the morning is uneventful. You spend a little time sewing a pair of Rick’s pants and one of Carol’s shirts as you sit up there, bored as hell. Andrea came by and you spoke to her for a few minutes before she went on her way, and Dale returned to bring you some breakfast and a half bottle of water. You saw Daryl head out with Rick not long after you spoke to him, and they returned just as you were being relieved by Glenn from watch.

You climbed down from the RV, pulling your tank top up a bit to wipe your face of the sweat. You see the two of them walking over here and quickly turn your eyes back up to Glenn, responding to what he had just said. You certainly don’t want it to seem like you’re always staring at Daryl, as he already assumes.

“Mornin, Y/N.” Rick greets with a nod as he steps into the RV. You nod back at him and shift your weight. You avoid looking at Daryl, whom stands a few feet in front of you, waiting for Rick. When you do finally look his direction, he is already looking at you.

He gives you a sideways look that practically says “again” and you roll your eyes at him. “What, so I can’t look at you for a split second?” You ask, crossing your arms, shocking yourself by your sudden bravery. He looks at you for a moment, his face unreadable, his gaze making you grow nervous.

Finally, he shrugs, gruffly saying “Can do whateva ya want.” You bite your lip nervously for a second, then grab your bottle of water and begin walking away, but not before hollering over your shoulder “I’ll keep that in mind,” And with your back turned to him, you don’t see him watching you walk away, taken aback by your suggestive comment. He glances up and sees Glenn smirking at him - now it was his turn to get caught watching you. He rolls his eyes and scoffs, heading into the RV to see what was taking Rick so long, but not before one last glance in your direction, which you catch, smirking at him over your shoulder.

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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if you sent any asks (recommendations for things don’t count as I have to look around!) since october 17 until october 22 it is in here :)

anon said: The header for your askbox response post is *aesthetic*. I think it’s a really good idea to post one every few days if you have the time. ❤️

well, thANK YOUUUUU!!!!! I put in a whopping 10 minutes into it because I had no idea what I was doing! i’ll definitely be doing asks this way now though.

big dick kiri anon said: !!!!!! ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY PLS HYDRATE 💙💙❤️❤️ -bigdickkiri

Omg love! Please don’t worry about kinktober just breathe! Take your time and try to relax 💙❤️- bigdickkiri

DAMN, that is a LOT. Please look after yourself and don't stress about it love!! - bigdickkiri

I'm very excited. BUT PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, DO NOT FORCE ANY OF THIS OMG - bigdickkiri

AHH, AMAZING, TALENTED SWEETHEART, GORGEOUS LOVE, HAVE A INCREDIBLE DAY AND HYDRATE - bigdickkiri

I believe I did have a good day, and I am actually super bad at hydrating, buT ILL TRY TO GET BETTER!!!!

I am breathing!!!! JUSTTT BREATHEEEE!!! I am taking my time now and relaxing to the best of my ability :D thank you so much bdk I love you with all my soul

theres always a lot, but if im not doing a lot I dont do anything so on one hand.... it’s okay LMAO but I will continue to try and not stress :D

BDK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO MAKE YOU THINK IM FORCING THIS OUT OF MEEEE ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE YOU PROUD

GHSOGHJIAORGJRGIRAHG YOURE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, TERRIFIC, INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! YOU HYDRATE AND MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU

@bread-theduck said: We love you and support you ❤ dont push yourself, your mental health is so much more important that kinktober haha. Take all the time you need, we're right here and open if you wanna talk~

I don’t really try to push myself... it just happens subconsciously D: but thank you for the love and support!!!! my mental health is stronger than I give it credit though

anon said: listen! we all appreciate you and your writing dearly but! I think we can all agree that we want you to be okay mentally and physically before you make yourself write! kinktober can wait! you’re more important!! at the very least, pls take a break for tonight.

I honestly can’t even remember when i said I was tired, but thank you for your kind words regardless!!!! I am trying to get better at it because i don’t want to disappoint you guys D:

@saintbullet said: Please take care of yourself!!! DONT risk your health for writing. We care about you so much! Be careful 💕💕💕

I know I push myself a lot, and i’m really sorry for scaring you all!!!! I am trying though, and it just has a lot to do with my mental fatigue and that im judging some hard classes right now then it has to do with anything

anon said: hey it'll be alright! idk whats wrong but i promise everything will work out like its supposed to! you just take care of yourself and take as much time as you need to feel better!! we love u!! ♥️

It wAS MY PERIOD I REMEMBER NOW AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO WITH ALL THE LOVE MY HEART POSSES!!!!!!

anon said: periods can be a pain so pls take care of yourself!! drink lots of water and rest up!!!

my period is the worst, if she was a person i’d block her and avoid her irl!!!!!!!!

anon said: Lol ok so gay for Mina anon back and no, I was not the anon who requested it. But lmao, let me take this time to whole heartedly thank that anon for quenching my thirst anyways

oh whoops, sorry for thinking you were someone else D: iM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU WERE HAPPY WITH IT!!! READER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BAD GUY BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK LMAO

anon said: I am just planning on hanging out and reading all the lovely writing that comes from this

i’m pretty sure this is about my nsfw/sfw headcanons, and honestly im sooo very excited to start working on them!!!!!!!!

anon said: you have no idea how happy I got when I saw u posted for mina like UGH MY WIFE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 N GIVING US GAYS AMAZING CONTENT UR AMAZING MWAH MWAH KEEP BEING THE PERFECT ANGEL U ARE 🥺🥺💞💗💖💕💓💝

AHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT MINA IS LIKE MY FAV CLASS 1-A GIRL SO I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE AN ANGEL!!!!!!!

many a anons said: Sorry I didn’t see the part where you said not to request characters that were already on the list I thought that was the list of character we could vote for.

so sorry I accidentally sent a character in that has already been requested, Tumblr didn't show me the follow up posts ;;

nooo I didn’t see the list I’m so sorry 😭😭😭

LOL ITS OKAYYYY. y’all were hoes and kept sending me shouto who I couldn’t even think about deleting from my list... so... you are lucky >:(

anon said: hello! not a request here but take care of yourself anc stay hydrated bb 🥰🥰

I got my water right next to me rn bby :D

anon said: be todoroki’s girlfriend

bitch I am todorokis WIFE, why would I need to dress up???

@girl-with-a-mentality said: You can be todoroni for Halloween.

....you right...

anon said: Thirst post infoo ;3 I found a doujinshi of Bakugo being teased and toyed with sexually with by Ochako, Yaomomo, and our lovely momma Mina

...send it

anon said: GIRLLLLLL

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN ;)

local dumbass anon said: local dumbass is here once again, i thiink you know who i am and might've found my ig buuuuuut..?

uh.... I don’t know???????? I only followed people on insta if you gave me your handle or followed me first.... also did you cut your bangs?

anon said: Your Monoma scenario was really good!If we’re being honest, though, Monoma would literally start foaming at the mouth if he saw anyone from 1-A making physical contact with his s/o, ESPECIALLY Bakugou. They would have to call animal control because there would be a rabid Monoma in the dorms lol

okay... while you’re not wrong, I just thought 18 year old monoma should have grown up just the tiniest bit! plus his obsession is controlled because of his insecurity so LMAO IDK I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE UGH

@awkward-theaterkid said: I was reading your Day 19 Fic but I couldnt take it seriously, the title "My Way" kept reminding me of the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way" and it keeps popping up while I read it 😂

as someone who only heard that song because of b99 I read this and immediately thought of b99 LMAOOOOO

🍒💥anon said: URGENT PSA: LYSSA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I LOVE HER -🍒💥

Hello Queen Lyssa, I finally read "And They Were Roommates" and have absolutely no idea why I put it off so long! ITS A MASTERPIECE. Each chapter is addictive and the slow burn and angst destroyed me 😭 The smut in the final chapter is flawless and sooooooooooooooooooo H O T. Shoto wasnt even my favorite character but he might have to be now (or at least in my top 3) 😰 This is my new favorite series and I cant wait to re-read it!!!! YOURE AMAZING AND ILY. You own my soul now -🍒💥

URGENT PSA I LOVE YOU CHERRY EXPLOSION AND YOURE AMAZING :D

ATWR holds a special place in my heart uwu.... HAOGHIOSRGSIOGJSIHG THANK YOU!!!!! SHOUTO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEARRTTTTTT

~ thank you to @didyoumeanme, @kittenlordofdarkness, @soafers for submitting memes and animal pics for my rommate, much appreciated :D ~

anon said: Did the local dumbass anon ever cut their bangs? Do you know?

....I dont know, but I just asked her rn >:)

this paragraph is dedicated to those surrounding to the meltdown mess that occurred yesterday. to each and every one of you who sent me kind words via my askbox or directly contacting me, thank you. I really want to move past this because I feel by holding on it will make me feel less inclined to write because of my guilt. of course, I do not expect you to forgive me, or trust me in my story of how it went down, because at the end of the day it was my mistake for trusting in someone to write with pure intentions when I didn’t know if she could. im trying to continue on with my best foot forward and im grateful for those of you who trusted in me. I swear I will never push myself again, and that I will instead take my time in order to publish my original work and only my original work and not take anything that comes from a “friend”. know that I love you all, and I dont know how to take it easy so my break lasted a whooping 10 hours, and my blog won’t discontinue until im done with bnha or...I get into medschool which is still 3 years away, I am taking care of myself, im staying hydrated, im trying not to put myself down anymore, I will keep going, & will forever continue to be more careful with what I post. also, no one was really coming for me, so don’t worry if you thought so lol. (to you 9 anons who expressed their kind thoughts to me, thank you. to big dick kiri anon thank you. to @bqkubabey, @flayvus, & @ultimate-shit-poster thank you so so much you really helped me not drown myself in my own guilt.)

anon said: i hope you’re feeling okay today :((

I am feeling a lot better. unfortuantely I did make myself really sick yesterday because ive never been as stressed in my life ever, but im okay now. there’s nothing I can do more for what happened so I will try to continue on as best as I can and I appreciate you caring... ilysm :)

@ikinabi said: Your writing??? Actually god sent 🥵👌 and the way you write Mirio gets me GOING

BAHAHAH NOOOOO ITS NOT PLAFUAOGHJIPRAHAR MY MIRIO PIECE YOU LIKED WAS MY FIRST PIECE ON HIM AND OOO BOY I DID NOT DO HIM JUSTICE

anon said: fuck buddy iida is a thought that has never crossed my mind but now that i’ve seen your post i am intrigued haha

well... it is up :) if you wanna check her out :)

anon said: You dont have to answer if you dont wanna but i just wanna see if your okay. I hope your end your doing well and not stressing.

i’m doing much better than I was yesterday!!! I just needed to rest and calm down and stop attacking myself. thank you for checking in!!! it means so much :,)

#ask lyssa anything #lyssa doesnt shut up #anonymous

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mutantsrisingrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations DYLAN! You’ve been accepted as NEPTUNE.

Dylan, I was so excited to see you apply for a second character and even more excited to see you apply for Neptune! The cosmic metaphor that you weaved throughout the entire app is something that I absolutely loved. Making Avery be the second born and comparing it to leftover cosmic energy had me howling! I also loved that you wrote about how special twins are when it comes to mutants - their powers being the yin to the others yang was especially something that stood out to me. I’m so, so excited to see you bring Avery to life!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Dylan

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT. 6/7 Days

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Avery O’Brien aka Neptune

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Avery can take you by surprise. At first you might just see this edgy kid walking down the street, fists clenched and ready to throw them at the first person to give them a skew look. With a packet of Marlboro in his back pocket and tongue primed with his general response, ‘fuck off’, you just simply wouldn’t expect Megan the Stallion to be blasting through his earphones as he walked.

Sure, Avery definitely knew how to get himself into trouble and he had picked up a few bad habits along the way but Avery would probably be the kindest and most loyal friend you could make. He’d often babysit his neighbors kids and he genuinely enjoyed it. His aesthetic was mostly a facade, tough and ready to rumble when he’d definitely prefer to avoid a fight if possible.

He might be young, but don’t underestimate him. He’s been on the street long enough to know how things work and life has definitely taught him how to look out for himself and his sister. He’s pulled off countless jobs since their parents kicked them out and has managed to keep his hands as clean as they could be. So what gives Avery the edge? He’s cunning and smart, he knows how to work angles and get what he wants, one way or another.

As for Avery’s powers, he doesn’t really understand them, and nor does the rest of the world, to be honest. He’s read multiple essays and watched countless videos on dark matter and energy and what that meant exactly. When he uses his powers, it’s as if he can feel each individual molecule of something, measuring up its mass. He can then change how gravity affects the object, making it ‘heavier’ or ‘lighter’. He’s also experimented with dark energy blasts which seem to be an invisible force that pushes everything out of its way and constantly expands if he doesn’t control it. Honestly, his powers frighten him, as does the unknown to all humans. What really gets to him is that if Dark Energy is what causes the universe to keep expanding, should he really be playing around with that shit?

BIO:

TW: Homophobia

Penelope was born first and then Avery, like the leftover cosmic energy when a star is born. The two were inseparable and doing so would bring about the same results as splitting an atom, metaphorically. As they grew older, they spaced apart but were still always in each other’s orbits, one revolving their life around the other and visa versa. As far as Avery could remember, his early childhood was a good one, or maybe he was just far too young to really see how his family life really was. He went to school, worked hard and would come home only to spend the rest of his free time with Penelope.

As he got older, Avery was always testing his boundaries. How far could he push his luck with his parents, peers, teachers, and even law enforcement. He hung around with the wrong crowd and got pulled into things he never originally wanted to do. It was nothing serious until he was involved in the destruction of a school bus. Nobody could explain how the bus had been crushed nor who had been involved. It happened just after summer break, Avery and a group of his friends had snuck onto school campus that night just to mess around and smoke some weed. Avery was mainly there for Mitch Evans, Avery’s love interest at the time.

The night progressed and the group ended up hanging out in a school bus. The group whittled down to just 4 kids when Avery finally gained the courage to make a move on Mitch. He had tried to kiss the other and Mitch’s reaction was violent and resulted in Mitch punching Avery in the face and shoving him out of the bus. The flurry of embarrassment and heartbreak felt as if it was crushing his soul and before he knew it, the bus started to creak as the metal began to indent. The group inside had mostly been able to get out untouched, everyone except Mitch, who’s leg got stuck under a chair whilst the bus was imploding. After managing to free Mitch from the bus and getting him to the nearest hospital, the group vowed never to mention what had happened out of fear that whatever crushed the bus would follow them. Little did they know that Avery was the one that had crushed the bus and the only other person to ever know this would be Penelope. That was also the last time that Avery ever spoke to Mitch Evans.

That was just the beginning of weird events that would follow the O’Brien twins. Their father seemed to end every day with a bottle of whiskey and their mother seemed to become more unhinged every day. Avery pushed through, working hard at school, knowing that getting into college would be his escape. Having Penelope was also a blessing, having someone he could trust and open up too was a privilege he knew not many had.

Half-way through high school was when it all changed. Their parents had officially rejected them and kicked them out of the house. They had nowhere to go and started crashing on their friend’s couches. Soon Avery was given the opportunity to work a job with one of his friend’s older brothers and he took it. They robbed a yacht and got away with a bag full of expensive jewelry and cash from the on-board bar. It took a couple of weeks before the money was laundered, but Avery got his cut and a reputation. He was asked to do a couple of more jobs and started learning the ropes. It was his senior year when he pulled off his own job. He put most of his money into a savings account to buy a place for him and his sister. He finished school and was given a bursary to study engineering at a local college.

Now, at the age of 24 he is still studying engineering and lives in a decent apartment with his sister. He also works as an intern at a local high-end engineering firm that specialises in space technology. At night he works as a bartender which is mostly a cover and is where he gets approached by most of his clients to pull off jobs for them for a percentage of the cut. There’s been a change in the winds recently though and whispers of new and powerful mutant gangs coming to Miami has him watching his back.

His life is extremely busy so he’s constantly living in the now. If you stopped him and asked him what his goals were, he’d default to saying something about making sure that Penelope is safe, not that she needs his protection, but he barely thinks about what he wants these days. That’s why everyone in his life that has a ‘more than friends’ status seems to come and go, Avery doesn’t think about what he wants and always puts others first before himself, stretching himself as thinly as possible which often leaves his partners feeling neglected or toyed with.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Penelope O’Brien. It’s said that twins have some sort of special connection, and if that were true for humans, it was definitely true for mutants, especially if their powers were the yin to the other’s yang. Penelope was like the birth of a brand new star whilst Avery was the death of one. They were each other’s best friends from the second they were born. Not only was Penelope always there for him, she was the only one he confided in after the school bus incident. They spent countless nights staying up until sunrise chatting about boys and girls, school, life goals, games and so much more! Penelope was the first person Avery spoke to about his powers and he was so happy that he wasn’t the only twin with ‘gifts’. Being able to support each other was so much easier since they shared a secret. If anything weird would happen they’d race to the other and tell them, learning about each other’s powers together. Penelope wasn’t just his twin sister, they were his best friend too! Considering that Avery struggled to keep love around, this meant a lot to him. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her and that’s why he’d die for her. He’d rather not be alive than live a life without her. This is where Avery’s loyalty turned fierce and where he would definitely cross a line if need be. In a sense, Penelope was Avery’s weakness in more than one way, emotionally and physically. He was sure that if there was anyone that could match his powers it would be Penelope and to what extent, he had no idea and he hoped that he’d never have to find out.

EXTRA:

Oh boy oh boy. I MEAN. What shouldn’t I put here?

I’m thinking that his reputation might get one of the groups to approach him? Maybe more than one group gets him to work for them as a freelancer?

Honestly I’m probably going to make a lot of content for Avery throughout the next week purely because I have so much muse for him, but I also kinda wanted to get this app in and this doesn’t influence decisions so… but here’s a link to the Pinterest board:

https://pin.it/3FkPGew

I might also make a mock-blog? And on there I’ll have graphics and headcanons? IDK. I’ll send it in if I do.

ANYTHING ELSE: Nope! All good! I honestly love this RP so much and I’m waaaaaay too invested for my own good.

#accepted #accepted: neptune

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spnfanficpond · 5 years

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February 2019 Pond LiveChat Recap

We had a great time chatting today with @impala-dreamer!! Thank you so much, Beka, for joining us!

We talked about self-publishing through Amazon, how to do it, what the benefits are, and the challenges to making a finished product. A rundown of the chat, as well as some general Pond news, is below the cut!

Q: What sort of music do you listen to when you write?

Beka: Oh, uh... Well, Actually, I have a lot of playlists on youtube. So it depends. I have a hardcore smut list that is just music that gets my hips moving... then a romance thing which is feely stuff. A "Deanspiration" list that oddly has zero Zepplin in it, just stuff that reminds me of him or gives me ideas. Sometimes I hear a song and it instantly snaps an idea. I write to music a lot.

Q: For everyone, do you reblog everything you read or do you think likes have the same “power” behind them?

Beka: No. If I read it, I reblog, unless it’s iffy. Iffy means, I read it, but wasn’t up my alley or I think it would be too triggering for people. I avoid those types of fics, anyway.

@mrswhozeewhatsis: There is a very small percentage of things I read that I won't reblog, but then, I haven't really read them, I've noped out for one reason or another. Usually grammar/formatting or content, not writing style, to be clear.

@girl-with-a-fandom-fettish: I guess one reason I suck at reblogging is a lot of the stuff I read has nothing to do with what is currently reblogged on my blog and that just doesn't match in my very matchy brain...is that just me?

@mrswhozeewhatsis: I believe that everyone should be able to put on their blog what they want. Some folks see their blog as a collection like in a museum. Some folks, like me, see it as more of a news feed. Collectors are less likely to reblog because they're carefully curating their blog. My advice to collectors is to then make a side blog where you can reblog the things you don't want to collect.

Q: What’s the biggest challenge you find in writing?

Beka: I think the biggest challenge for me is writing in the moment. I can't write if it's not flowing, and sometimes I try to force myself just to get the story out bc i fear i'm letting people down by not posting enough? But it’s not good when I do that, so I have to let myself go with the story that's with me at the moment. Sometimes it's two at once, like today. lol. Also, Sam is hard. (heheh no really, he is. also he is. but pg13)

Q: There are so many questions to about this process!

Beka: I do really get asked about it a lot, and it's really not that hard once you do it. It's annoying to navigate and decide what you want to do, but it really is awesome and not too frustrating. Amazon is really great because they do have an extensive help section AND message boards so you can ask and talk to other self publishers so it's like having someone with you.

Q: You said you chose to publish through Amazon. Out of curiosity, were there any other ways you heard about or considered before you settled on Amazon, and if so, was there a specific reason you didn't use them?

Beka: I'm basically a Google fanatic, so when I decided to do this, I had no idea what I was doing so basically I goggled "How to self publish a book" and there were THOUSANDS of sites thrown at me. I honestly can't remember the other sites I looked at, but it basically came down to amazon was a company name I knew, I trusted, and had the best help and resources. And I have a kindle, so I figured that was easiest. I think I only looked into one or two others but I can't remember what they were. Amazon just stood out. I did read up on like actually doing it yourself like through a book binder and all that and it was SOOOO much work this was just the easiest and most cost effective.

Q: Okay, but with Amazon, do they, like, own part of your content if you publish through them?

Beka: NOPE. I hold copyright to all my works. they just are the people who produce the actual physical book.

Q: What was the time frame, like from start to finish, I guess? Or the process if you don't mind. What did you have to do to get set up with Amazon?

Beka: Ok- so getting set up was easy. if you have an amazon account, you're good. Or you just make one. then there is a website- kdp.amazon.com -and they literally walk you through the entire process. Someone up there asked how long it took - I rushed it. my novel started as fanfic, which I wrote in about 2 months, then I took 2 weeks re-editing and changing to non-fanfic, then about a week editing again and formatting and then i had my hard copy. So, all in- maybe 3 months, but the actual amazon stuff takes a few days to get you a book in hand.

@kittenofdoomage: One thing I will say about Amazon, it's very convenient but I struggled with the covers and formatting.

Q: Did you have to use special software to submit your work?

Beka: I write in google docs, but amazon no likey- so I had to move everything over to Microsoft Word. and from there it gets updated. HOWEVER, there is now in beta testing an amazon program which I downloaded for my 3rd book but was too frustrated to figure out so I never used it. it's specifically for Kindle, but kindle didn't like my poetry format so I couldn’t do it.

@kittenofdoomage: They have step by step guides. And I use Google Docs, too, but you can download into a PDF or .doc file from there.

Q: So it's not a copy-paste thing, you upload the completed file then reformat it for amazon?

Beka: well... it's two different things for paperback and kindle. There are specific formatting guidelines for paperback such as margin sizes and gutters and such so when you turn a page it's not all wonky. Kindle formatting is MUCH easier to do. you just upload and it does it for you. The files for paperback need to be formatted with specific things. it's not hard... just annoying.

Q: You mentioned changing your fanfic into non-fanfic. Does that mean you can't have any fan elements in a story to publish it?

Beka: Well... my novel was basically a J2 x Reader BDSM fanfic, and so I changed J2 to original characters, I changed the show, the car, the everything. If you know that I write SPN fic, and you read it, you can see it's clearly SPN, but those who don't know SPN don't know that, because I've asked. lol. Also- someone read it recently and thought the Jared character was Jensen, so I guess I changed it enough. I personally would not publish anything that actually said SPN or J2 or anything because those are copy-written characters and not mine so it does seem illegal to make money off of them, ya know?

@mrswhozeewhatsis: It is actually illegal to make money off of fan fiction. The WB owns the characters and the show. If anyone else tries to make money off the characters or identifiable elements of the show, the WB can sue and win.

@kittenofdoomage: Those who use Patreon are covered under fair usage only because Patreon is a donation site.

Q: Were there any parts of the process that surprised you?

Beka: Honestly, the entire thing surprised me. I went into it like just to see if it was possible and then i realized- I CAN’T publish my work. they WILL sell it. People WILL buy it. and it was all very shocking. It was scary, and I know people are intimidated by it, but it really was simple in the end, and if you want to do it- do it. It's awesome to look over at my bookshelf and see my name on actual, physical books ya know?

@kittenofdoomage: I was the same, Beka. I procrastinated for months. And okay, it wasn't a huge success but I learned from the first time, bettered myself the second time, and now.... I'm procrastinating again but that's not the point lol

Q: How much money do you make per sale?

Beka: It depends on the format and the cost you put. Like, for my short story and poetry book I make PROBABLY a few cents on it. My novel I make around $2 depending on the price I set. You set the selling price, and you can do sales and freebies.

@kittenofdoomage: You can choose everything. They tell you how much you'll make from each copy sold.

Q: Do they tell you how much other authors sell similar works for, to give you an idea what others think is reasonable?

Beka: Yeah, you can look it up, too. They have a chart that's like, "This is your sale price. This is how much we take to make it. This is how much you get," and you can fiddle with it.

Q: Is there any kind of marketing happening on Amazon’s side, or is it all you?

Beka: They can do promotions, but you have to pay them to promote it.

Q: Did you look into promotion costs through Amazon? What kind of money are we talking, here?

Beka: Honestly, I don’t remember. When I see a fee of any kind I run for the hills because I'm cheap like that. lol. It's prob not too cheap BUT they also have this thing you can sign up for that's like a library kinda deal where your book can go on the free book a month kindle deal- i didn't do it bc you don't get royalties for it. but more people read it? idk what's best. It's all very over my head marketing.

@mrswhozeewhatsis: I guess if you're looking to become a popular selling author, and you have the cash to pay to promote it, then after a few books, it would pay off when you develop an audience.

Q: Do you think self publishing is the way to go long term, or maybe a better in terms of testing the waters? I realize you are still in the latter stage but I'm curious about your opinion...

Beka: Here's my thoughts: I used to be a singer/songwriter. I played in Manhattan. I had paying gigs. I recorded an album. I thought I could make it work. But I didn't go for it. No one handed me a record contract. I let it all go to have my kids and family. I want to write. I realize no one's gonna stick their hand out and hand me a publishing deal. BUT I might be able to pay some bills with my books. I might be able to write enough, well enough to sell some books. and if i sell enough books, maybe a publisher WILL see me and then I can attempt the next stage. I think self publishing is great. Why not? Do it if you want to do it. If you want to write, write. If you want to share it, share it. Who's to stop you? And if you can share it through self publishing with people all over the world?? freaking do it, man.

Q: What is your best piece of writing advice?

Beka: OK, my best writing advice is... See it, feel it, write it. If you don't feel what you're writing, I'm not gonna feel it reading it. I think i'm more of an emotional writer than a descriptive. I can't tell you what the room looks like that they're in, but I can tell you how it feels that Dean just stepped on that Lego. ya know? Idk. Write what you see and feel, and put yourself into it, and it'll be amazing.

Q: Are you a planner or a pantser?

Beka: Planner? SOMETIMES. It depends. I have plans for series, but shorter things I just go with the flow. I'm constantly messaging Ashley like "DEAN JUST DID X. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!" lol

Q: Do you outline at all, or just have a general goal in mind?

Beka: I do outline series. but not... strictly or drastically. Like, right now i'm working on a series for my kink bingo that's alternates between the brothers. I have a general plot line over all to follow, but i've also set it up like c1- flogging. c2- spanking, etc.

Q: What is something you know now that you wish you knew before you published?

Beka: I think I'd tell myself to not worry and just freaking write what I want.

Q: Do you have a writing schedule or something that keeps you productive?

Beka: No. I try very hard to have a schedule, but I'm a little... slightly... bipolar I think and my writing follows my moods. I can write 20K in a weekend and then nothing for a week. I just literally ride the wave of ideas. Like, currently I'm in a slump. but I wrote 10K this week before the slump hit. It's quite annoying.

Except for some general conversation about the stupid places and times we all get ideas and the incomprehensible notes we’ve all left for ourselves, the chat ended. A good time was had by all, I think!! Thanks to everyone who was there! @littlegreenplasticsoldier @kittenofdoomage @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @because-imma-lady-assface @canadianspnhunter (And two folks whose URLs I never got: Cassie and Shaila)

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Don’t forget to submit your stories to be posted to the blog! When your stories are on the blog, then they are easier to nominate for Angel Fish Awards!

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Check the Pond CALENDAR to see when Big Fish will be in the chat room and other Pond and SPN events are happening! Know of something that’s not on the calendar, send us an ask or submission with the deets info details! The calendar offers a lot of features, such as showing you when things are in your own timezone! Since we’re an international group, that’s a definite plus!!

Next month’s LiveChat details will be published as soon as we know them! Hope to see you there!

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wannawrite · 5 years

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not my type

who?: Wanna One’s Ong Seongwoo genre: 🌸 type: bullet point

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University! AU

you don’t date younger guys

but you just might ;)

thanks for requesting! this was quite difficult to write since I am a child still lol. Do note that Seongwoo is 20 in this work of fiction. ⁃ admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

so,,,your love life

not that exciting

in fact, it is facing a drought at the moment

reality is harsh huh?

or maybe it is because of your high standards

1. No younger guys

2. Must be a nice person

3. Someone I could foresee marrying

but none of your blind dates left you impressed

and then there’s this kid from the music block called Ong Seongwoo

he’s just one of the guys trying to worm his way into your ‘possible boyfriend’ list

scarily enough, his tactics were working

we gon throw this waayyy back when y’all met

frat parties were never your thing

in fact, f*ck linda and this stupid party, I just want to go home and sleep

you love your roommate and all but you couldn’t help but curse her out

after all, she had dragged you to this party thrown by one of the music department frat guys

and left you stranded

in a hallway with at least 3 couples passionately making out

tonight was not your night at all

you hated the loud, shitty music and the smell of sweat and liquor

appalling

but linda was your ride here and there was a slim chance of hailing a cab right now

you had no choice but to suck it up and rough it out

Another issue

you needed to finish that essay on sustainable fashion before the 6am deadline

shit

gr8 job prof

all-nighter?

borrow a laptop from someone and do it now?

what the hell

which person would bring a laptop to a frat party?

unless you can break into one of their rooms and take one??1?1?11

you almost slap yourself at the idea

dumb worried bitch energy

sis is out of ideas and just wants to graduate be a little empathetic, folks

you want to sit down on the floor and sink into a puddle of goo

oh no

there’s no way you are going to maintain this 3.9 GPA lmaoo

you move to wrestle Linda away from one of the frat guys

but hollers and cheers stop you

a group of guys block your path as they welcome yet another friend

but get this! the newcomer has a laptop case in his hands!!

he appears to have just come from a lecture or meeting

bUT HE HAS A LAPTOP YAYAYAYAYA

now, all you had to do was to stalk him, suck up to him and steal borrow the device

sucking up to one of these frat boys was easy

their brains had been bruised with bud lights so they weren’t the brightest of the bunch

before you know it, he’s whisked away by his friends and dissolved into the crowd

crap

you really, genuinely, wholly, need this laptop

They would help a fellow college student in need, right?

left with no choice, you elbow your way through

I suppose your efforts pay off

bc you catch him as he’s headed upstairs

barely

“hey!” you yell over the noise. “I-I...”

the mystery guy only stares, quizzically

suddenly, you’ve lost all ability to form coherent sentences

this is embarrassing!

hE JUST LOOKING

sis gotta calm down

remember the real reason: laptop

“c-can i borrow your laptop real quick? I have a d-deadline tonight”

mystery boy says nothing

...

“What’s it in for me? If i lend you my laptop?”

he tries to remain serious but the corners of his mouth are tugging up

sneaky

desperation is pretty much flooding your body

you wld say f*ck it but you can’t

“I’ll owe you a favour!” you blurt out thoughtlessly.

*crickets chirping*

hope is slowly beginning to fade and your brain is coming up with extension excuses

just crumbs,,,anything

Orbits gg thru with the drought

when he goes

“okay”

JESUS THANK YOU

he beckons for you to follow him

oh?😏😉

“I know a better work environment than here.”

oh.

“What’s your name? I’m y/n, it’s my third year.”

“Woah, third year? my name’s ong seongwoo. I just got here.”

huh, freshman

seongwoo doesn’t say much after

he leads you to a common study area in the enormous fraternity house

you turn away as he sets up the laptop and everything bc privacy!!!

but the number of brain cells you have left won’t allow you to remember his login details anyway

“thanks,” you murmur bashfully

well, this is an expected and rather awkward situation

seongwoo plants himself in the chair a few seats away from yours

he pulls out study materials from his backpack

??? hello? sis, u shld be enjoying the party downstairs ???

you try to shift your fullest attention on your project

but!! his presence alone is so loud prominent, it’s giving you a hard time keeping your eyes off😔🤧

anyway u manage to suck it up and finish paper and submit it just in time!

a miracle

maybe he is your angel ;)

you turn to face him and,,,seongwoo has fallen asleep!! on his books!!

his hair is slightly tousled and his glasses rest askew on his face

papers flap in his face but he’s too gone to care

the poor child is tired

💓💖💕soft hours💕💖💓: open

gently, you tap his shoulder

“seongwoo? hey, um, your laptop,”

he only stirs the 2nd time you call him

Cute

groggily, he covers his face and speaks into his hands

he mumbles something about ‘dealing with it later’

you figure it would be best if you left him alone to nap

suddenly, seongwoo grabs your arm

at least, he reaches for it

“I need your number to claim that favour.”

my number ????

for half a second, your heart does pitter patters

he’s only being objective though...

and it was you who suggested it in the first place

sighing, you punch your number into his phone

“okay, but use it wisely and...try not to...call or text so much...”

that sounds rlly mean >:(

“yeah i’ll keep that in mind.”

there’s an underlying layer of...cheekiness? in seongwoo’s tone

your brain jumps to the first conclusion it can think of

“I don’t date younger guys, Seongwoo,”

rEGRET FILLS YOUR ENTIRE BEING IMMEDIATELY AFTER

now, Seongwoo looks up and beams broadly

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” he taunts playfully

red sinks into your face and you defend yourself in splutters

“I’m not interested in general! I’m prioritising my studies and everything else! It was just to make sure you know where we stand-“

futile, really

“relax,” he replies. “Just saying, I could change your mind.”

Cocky

but true lol

an amused scoff leave your lips and your arms go akimbo

“I’d like to see you try, freshman.”

*back to the present*

You: really, Seongwoo. I don’t see why you can’t drop by the printing station yourself

Seongwoo: you are seated RIGHT NEXT to it. Just fold the papers into aeroplanes and fly them over

You: a 15-page research paper ?? That clearly says ‘do not bend’

Seongwoo: ignore it. Throw it over

you never predicted this was where life would take you

here you were, sat in the library, the table by the printing room

and Seongwoo was seated a few tables away, texting you to collect his freshly printed document

just because

You: Oh my god shut up you’ll get points deducted if your paper is the least bit crumpled

You: i’ll just bring it over

so,,,you did

you brought seongwoo’s papers over to his table

he had been watching from afar, lips pulled into a dumb smile

“thank you, senior.”

boy had the audacity to say that in front of your salad

just to tease him, you reply:

“yeah, senior, just how I like my future boyfriend.”

with that remark, the smile slips off seongwoo’s face and his jaw clenches

but he tries to play it off all cool😎🤧

you shoot the sweetest smile you can muster before skipping back to your table

*beep beep*

I nearly put vibrate -

Seongwoo: that doesn’t count as using my favour card!

your head shakes, but your mouth smiles

it was no secret that seongwoo had a small! crush on you

even if it was, everyone knew

his whole frat and most of his seniors

your friends and roommates

the whole bloody campus

this relationship started out with seongwoo following you on ig

then occasionally dropping a text and wishing you well

he also hyped up all your pics

and said hi whenever you bumped into each other

it escalated to meeting up for brunch or a movie

just...as friends, casually

but you enjoyed his company and goofing around much more than some blind dates

now, texting him was a regular

going out was common

and you haven’t even counted the number of times you guys met at social events

sometimes, he made you feel so✨ special, precious, wanted by doing the smallest things

like a tea on your table

or going the extra mile to cheer you up

most of the time at the expense of his handsome face

he was always,,,there

you did find out about his feelings, though he never addressed them fully

it was fun!! to press his buttons as a friend

“yeah idk abt dating someone younger. Wbu?”

“Hmm. Senior year makes everyone 10x hotter.”

thOSE WERE JOKES

BANTER, PEOPLE, BANTER

but...you weren’t certain if that would turn into something more

you know, you hadn’t given dating someone younger a thought

it never crossed your mind

maybe it was a subconscious deal breaker

you were always quick to bring age into making deals

old broken deals could be made new

the concept was incredibly foreign

my boyfriend? younger?

Personally, you could never see that happen

b-but seongwoo made you sO DAMN HAPPY ALL THE TIME

there was sunshine in his smiles

and starlight in his eyes

ᵕ꒳ᵕ

uGh fEELINGS

but is this attraction?

Eventually, after many sleepless nights, up thinking about this, you made up your mind

If he made a move first,

bc ur scared

you would be hella open to dating him

f*ck that ‘older people only’ rule

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄ ˘⁄)♡

[3.06am] seongwoo leaves a voicemail. He says, “hey, will you go on a date with me? I like you.”

[3.14am] seongwoo leaves another voicemail. “I’ll use my favour card if I have to. Just give me a chance.”

anD HOLY F*CK YOU DON’T knOW HOW TO ACT AFTER HEARING THOSE

RIGHT WHEN YOU WAKE UP

yOur heaRT IS FLUTTERING AND YOU CAN FEEL THE BLUSH COMING

UGH SWEETHEART YOU GOT IT BAD

so u jump on this bandwagon and call him asap

it goes straight to voicemail but you don’t leave one

hehe

you know,,,to build suspense

all day long, that’s all you can think about

SeoNGWOO LIKES ME?

[8.17am] seongwoo wakes up to a silent voicemail from you

he doesn’t know what to think of it

he dials your number with shaking hands and before you can utter a word, he rushes, “meet me at xxx cafe at 11am”

then hangs up

Tumblr: 101 cafe date outfit ideas

Seongwoo arrives early and orders a drink while waiting

he also picks out a window booth to sit at

his nerves could eat him alive if they teamed up

what would you say to him?

how badly did you react to his 3am confession

getting mildly intoxicated on Daniel’s stash was a horrible idea

he spilt all his secret uwus

the bell chimes

and all his attention is focused on you

your eyes land on him

a smile graces your face as you walk over

“I like you too.”

“Damn, you better not be messing with me right now,” seongwoo nervously chuckles. “I know I sent you th-“

“Oh my god! I like you!”

For a moment, his smart mouth runs dry, surprised

“Oh wow, what happened to your older guys only rule?”

You smack his chest in mock annoyance

“Rules are made to be broken! Let’s not talk about that.” You turn various shades of red

Grinning like the Chesire cat, Seongwoo teases, “And that’s the beauty of it.”

#admin l #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #ong seongwoo

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team-kobe · 5 years

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PSA: At it again/Against my better judgement

HOLY FUCK!

CLICK HERE FIRST

and if you didn’t click that

HERE IT IS AGAIN

I cannot stress how important it is to know your enemy and in this case it is

MOONX641

So some of you know, I’ve encountered this little creep on my villain blog just last month.

Well guess what:

YOU GUESSED IT!

This time it was my Faunus weapon designer @ballisticblush.

SHE is of course, female. Which is all the information that old creep Moon needed to try and swoop in and prey upon another unsuspecting victim.

...or so he thought. Like I said, I’ve encountered him before on @remnant-renegade. I also link all of blogs together so when he reached out (ew.) I was like:

AND against my better judgement....

I replied.

Why? You ask?

No idea.

Really, why?

To show him the error of his ways? (sorry) Its ways.

Seriously why?

Idk to troll? (Yeah that might be the one)

Regardless of the intentions behind it, I came out of this conversation more...confused than when I entered.

The following is the screen shots from that short conversation with a little bit of my commentary. Enjoy. Or I don’t know? Write your @staff member?

Starting out strong here. You know IT is the one that has been doing all of that creepo bullshit (shameless plug again) but we are the ones that need to let it go.

Naw. Ain’t gonna happen, dood.

(You all have no idea how hard it was to hold by the urge to correct this mother fucker on the correct use of your and you’re.)

Oh and here is the classic moon defense, calling the opponent childish followed by the guilt trip and subsequent insult.

Snowflake. Huh. Must be watching too much Fox News. Which is why the following message came to ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING SURPRISE!

It called us an social justice warrior ACT. AN ACT!!!! I could give a fuck about the sjw bit but AN ACT!? Suppose all of its creepiness was just an act too? JUST AN ACT

Btw, yes. Yes, you do need people constantly telling reminding you of how much of a scumbag you are. Moonx641, you don’t get it. And you didn’t get it for the rest of the conversation.

You haven’t changed. You and all of the other pedos will NEVER be accepted here. We have decided not to enable your deranged and disgusting fantasies.

We said NO.

Also 99% are worse? So does that mean that it socializes on here with WORSE creatures than it?

Actually that doesn’t surprise me.

But @staff and @ everyone, is 99% of Tumblr really worse than this thing?

My little retort to that. Please, if I’ve said anything that’s wrong, let me know. But as far as I know...I haven’t so its not slander.

At this point I was still holding on to that last little sliver of hope that it would...you know...have some amount of genuine human/human-like emotion and realize that maybe they had it all wrong.

NOPE. Not only completely disregarding my other two remarks, it still expects us to ‘get over it.’ and that it’s ‘such a stupid thing.’

By the way, when Moonx641 says, “move on with my life” what that actually translates to is: “Talk to someone else that is more vulnerable so that I can prey upon them with my sick and twisted pedophile fantasies.”

And then, it promptly blocked me. Shame. I thought we were having a real breakthrough.

Now, I’m sure this looks fun but...

DON’T DO WHAT I DID.

If you want to help out. Spread the word about this creep like wildfire again.

SHARE THIS POST

Not my post, the one above it. That one has actual evidence against him. Tag staff when you do it too.

This guy is dangerous and please make an educated decision by looking at other people’s HARD evidence against him and promptly block that blog, especially if you have a female muse.

If you have had previous interactions with Moonx641, submit your statements and evidence to the staff and report the fuck out of him.

Do not interact with him, please. He is a predator.

Stay safe.

#moonx641 #predator #call out #rwby

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humourtalia · 5 years

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[Hi, Admin here! I’ve put this under a cut because it’s long, and it's got some heavy stuff in there--look at the tags to decide if it’s safe for you to read. The following is what anon wrote, and my response will be signposted beneath. Okay, let’s go!]

*The submit box wouldn’t let me submit without a picture, so I thought this rant picture would be kind of appropriate?

Anon Submission:

Hi there! First of all, I wanted to thank everyone on the blog for holding this event, I’ve already submitted a couple of rants and it’s been super helpful to write things out and see what advice others may have. I wanted to use the submit for this one though because it may get a little long and I didn’t want to send several asks. Sorry in advance!

So I recently graduated from college and I’ve moved back in with my parents. I’ve noticed that my moods have really deteriorated since I’ve been home. Like I get into these funks and I tend to isolate myself until I feel better. They do pass, but my bad mental health days are awful. I’m not sure if I have depression or if it’s just a case of the blues coming by often, but sometimes it seems like every other day I have them. My parents don’t think I have depression, but I do wonder sometimes.

My dad was raised “traditionally” and honestly, he’s pretty conservative (i.e he believes the mom should raise the kids and do house work and the dad should get an income, etc.) and honestly, part of me thinks that he believes his kids should be seen and not heard, or that he thinks he’s above me because I’m his daughter (or maybe because he’s a man, idk.). He sometimes also uses racial slurs and when I tell him not to use those words, he gets angry. A few weeks ago, there was an incident where he got a little physical when he was angry. It never happened before, so I was stunned. Like my mom and dad needed to resolve an issue on the phone and the company we called hung up on us. So, my dad calls them back and mimicked the loud, blaring sound that played when we got disconnected. I told him to stop it because I didn’t want him to deafen the person on the other line, but then he got mad at me. When he handed the phone over to my mom, he shoved me and then got into my face and told me never to “override him”. I thought he was going to hit me, so I was really scared. I talked to him about the incident, and apparently when I told him to stop he thought I was yelling at him? I don’t remember yelling at him as loud as he said, and part of me thinks he’s gaslighting me and trying to excuse his actions. He did end up apologizing for upsetting me, but it felt insincere. Like he said “I’m sorry you took offense”. He also kept making excuses for his behavior, like he was in a hurry and that he couldn’t say excuse me when he was on the other line and that apparently I was yelling at him. He said that he still loved me, but that wasn’t my main concern. I’m afraid that anytime he gets mad now, he’s going to use intimidation tactics on me and the whole thing just leaves an icky feeling inside of me and I’m having a difficult time moving past this bad memory. And honestly, he just seemed to want to move on from it. Almost like he was being kind of dismissive? I’m trying to remember that my dad is human and that he makes mistakes, but I don’t want to excuse his behavior either. I feel bad for dwelling on it because he’s done a lot of good for me like paying for college and financially supporting me and encouraging me but it’s just hard to see some of his less than ideal qualities. I don’t feel like I got all of the closure I needed from talking about the incident, and I kind of want to talk to him about it again, but I don’t want to open a can of worms.

My mom wasn’t happy about the incident either but the thing with her is that she treats me as her personal therapist sometimes. Like anytime she has a problem with my dad, she’ll talk to me about it (this is probably at least partially because my dad loves to avoid conflict and he doesn’t like talking about issues. Also he tends to dismiss things sometimes.). She makes excuses that her mom (my grandma) told her about her own marital problems, but that doesn’t mean it’s healthy. My mom constantly sees my grandma anyway because my mom is basically my grandma’s caregiver. Like my grandma is very dependent and now that my grandpa has passed away, my grandma relies on my mom to help out. It seems like my mom doesn’t live for herself, only doing things for other people. She doesn’t really have any hobbies, she just kind of vegetates when she has free time and watches TV or eats or buys stuff off of ebay (which I introduced her to). So now the house is cluttered and despite saying she’ll purge, my mom never does. And that has also caused friction in the house because my dad complains to my mom about how messy the house is and then she complains to me.

I feel obligated for my mom’s happiness because she claims that I’m the only good thing in her life and honestly, I feel like she would be a lot happier without me. She basically gave up her life to raise my sister and I and I feel like she solely identifies herself as a mother. Nothing else. Like if she doesn’t have someone to take care of, she’s lost. I feel like by being born, I robbed my mom of her life and happiness because she always had to look out for her kids and she didn’t do anything for herself. Without me, I feel like my mom and dad would have gotten out of their failed marriage sooner but I don’t think they’ll ever divorce now. I’ve told both of them that I wish they’d never had me but they both insist that they love me and they’re happy to have me. I still feel like a burden though. When I have my bad mental health days, I just want to sleep forever. I’ve asked my mom not to tell me about her marital problems, but then I feel bad for leaving her to fend for herself because she has no one else to talk to. She also continues to talk to me about her problems, but it’s tiring and it usually sours my mood. So for now I just try to tune her out when she complains.

Moving out isn’t an option right now because of housing costs and the fact that I don’t have a paying job yet. But I’m working on getting one though! In the meantime, I can help my parents with cooking and cleaning, even if they drive me up a wall sometimes. If anyone has any advice on dealing with this, I would really appreciate it, but if not, I think that just writing everything down has done wonders for my mood. Again, thank you so, so much for holding this event. I really appreciate the place to vent and I hope you all have a happy 2019!

Admin’s response:

First things first, I am so sorry about all of this. It’s a really difficult situation, and I’m not sure how much I can help, but I’ll try! At the very least, I’m glad writing it out helped.

Putting my psychology hat on, I can’t say for certain you have depression, but it seems very likely to me. What makes me think that are your feelings of guilt and fatigue (i.e. seeing yourself as a burden, wanting to not exist). Those are very worrying thought patterns, and tend to come with depression. Combined with the low moods, it’s pretty clear you’re suffering a depressive episode.

Fortunately, it sounds like it might be temporary--at least at this severity--rather than lifelong. What I mean by that is that it’s been triggered by a life event, and that means you have a good chance of recovery. The general life event is obvious: moving back home and being caught in the middle of your parent’s problems. More specifically, I think it might be the fact that you’re unable to talk these things out with anyone. Your father dismissed you, and your mother has issues that you don’t want to worsen by piling on your own. However, when you can’t talk about your emotions properly, you can’t process them properly, and your mind struggles to carry around open wounds like that. It doesn’t know what to do with all those unresolved emotions, so it shuts down, and you get a low mood.

The immediate solution, then, is to talk this stuff out. Mum and dad aren’t options, but any good friends would be perfect. If you don’t want to share with them, though, I’m happy to hear your rants. Whatever helps you to get them out, process what you’re feeling, and allows you to move on.

(However, if this explanation doesn’t sound right, and you don’t think it matches up with what you’re going through, that’s okay. This might not be the right explanation, but there is one! This is just one possibility based on what you’ve told me.)

As for what to do about your life situation, that’s incredibly difficult. Your father’s escalation in his behaviour is deeply worrying, and you should not feel bad for dwelling on it at all. Humans make mistakes, yes, but good humans own up to them. By the sounds of it, he didn’t. Just because he’s financially provided for you, it doesn’t mean you owe him the benefit of the doubt. As a parent, providing for his children is his responsibility. It’s a duty he has to you, not a gift he gives to you. You’re allowed to be critical and wary of him, and given what he did, I think it’s incredibly appropriate to be. You seem like a good person, who wants to challenge his immoral behaviour, but don’t do it if it puts you in danger. You need to focus on keeping yourself and your mother safe.

Speaking of your mother, I know it’s really difficult to care for someone else’s mental health when your own is in tatters, but I think it’s important that you do. Even if you nod sympathetically throughout her complaints and do nothing else, that’s helpful. She’s clearly going through so much, and she needs support just as much as you do. Hopefully, if you can take care of yourself, you should have more energy to help her. This is horrible to say, but as an ulterior motive, if things do escalate further with your father, having her on your side could be a lifesaver.

As for the guilt you feel about your mother, you needn’t feel it. A mother feels accomplished if she can give her children a better life than she had. It sounds like she’s proud of you, proud of what you’ve done with your life so far, and that is why you’re the one good thing in her life--because you are the proof that it all wasn’t in vain. I think as well, perhaps, that the potential for your parents to divorce is still there. Sounds weird to say that like it’s a good thing. Once you move out, that may make your mother reconsider staying with your father, since the thing tying them together is now gone. And this is really horrible and morbid to say, but your grandmother will one day pass away, and your mother will regain some of her independence again. Life doesn’t end when you settle down and have kids, there’s still potential for her to do plenty more with hers.

Anyway, overall, I just want to say props to you for dealing with all this--your parents problems, as well as your own. And the fact that you’re still working on getting a job and helping around the house despite all of this is so impressive. You are strong, and resilient, and you will recover. If you can live through this, you can do absolutely anything. I am so proud of you and like I said, I am always willing to hear you out if you need to rant. I hope you have a much better 2019 <3

#submission #group theraparty #tw abuse #tw mental illness

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lifeofalaurie · 6 years

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my uwc story

i remember reading through uwc blogs when i had just found out about uwc and when i was applying and going through all those months of WAITING for the next step...and they were so helpful. im so glad these exist

i first found out uwc through my brother’s friend, who actually went to UWC atlantic college (where im headed!!!!) a few years back. it was one ordinary saturday afternoon (idk if it was actually saturday but that sounds right) and we were carpooling with said friend (usually i dont participate in these but i happened to be in the car that day) and we were talking about next year and whatever and she just kinda said that she wasn’t going to be back next year bc she was going to this ‘abroad’ program. i didnt even really think about it that much. i in fact forgot about it after that...apparently my dad did not.

so my dad would talk about it here and there but i was NOT INTERESTED for that whole year..then...i started researching a bit myself and thought oh this sounds kind of cool. i still didn't really get what UWC even was or if was even a legit thing. it just sounded like another boarding school (a huge NO for me). then i saw that there was a such thing as a “short program” (or maybe someone actually told me about it) and i decided to apply for the one at the USA campus in New Mexico. i remember writing the essays over winter break and thinking they were pretty terrible (there was also a skype interview involved and that was rough) so i was pretty shocked when i found out i had gotten in but it worked out well bc my fam was going to arizona anyway a week before that so i just flew to new mexico myself after that (i say that casually but we had to cancel tickets and get new ones so that i could go to new mexico instead of home PLUS i had to fly for myself for the first time and i was pretty confused). (also, the program is called global leadership forum or GLF)

after hermit’s peak hike (ALL UPHILL FOR A SOLID 4-5 HOURS) i think it was like 8 miles IDK. view was so nice though 10/10

GLF turned out to be an amazing experience and really solidified my trust in UWC and confirmed to me that it was indeed a real thing. i really loved how much we did in those 2 and half weeks or so - camping, hiking, interacting w wolves, having important discussions - and it really pushed me to decide to apply to UWC for real. maybe ill talk more about it in another post!!!!

ok so coming home i did even more research and really really started liking UWC and decided that i might as well try to apply. i knew they never had a certain ‘criteria’ for students but i also knew it was a long and stressful process and involved really digging deep so i really didn’t think much of it (didn’t think i really had a chance) after submitting my written application. and then began the long waiting game...

here’s a nice picture of the sky @ a wolf reservation! just wanted to add a nice pic

i never joined any of those fb groups or college confidential things for applicants and good thing bc looking at some of them now stress me out so i wouldve probably been even more stressed if i had been involved in that. also i didnt even know they existed until later so thats also probably why.

anyway i had totally forgotten about UWC (more like i was sure they’d forgotten about me or there had been something wrong like my application wasn’t submitted or something) bc i didnt hear back until the end of november (i submitted the application early october). but finding out i was a semifinalist was kind of traumatic bc in my GLF snapchat group one of my friends (who’s going to Pearson this year!!!) said he’d moved on to the next stage and i hadn’t GOTTEN ANY EMAIL. i think i just accepted it that that was the end. but then a few hours passed when i finally decided to check a different email and, alas, there it was. so a few days later, i got an email from my interviewer when we should do our skype interview and it turned out to be the same day i was taking the ACT. good

the interview turned out to be completely ok and actually really great (enjoyable even!!?). if youre at that stage, seriously the best advice i have is to just chill and be honest when youre answering. also, make it more like a conversation rather than the interviewers (yes there are prob going to be more than 1 but i assure u its ok) asking u questions back and forth. think of it as a conversation- that helped me so much to relax. the interviewers just wants to talk to you and find out what kind of person you are and if youre the same one that wrote all those deep meaningful essays from the written application - so if you were honest from the start youll be completely fine...if not, well..sry

after that, school and extracurriculars and life really went up for me and i just forgot about UWC again. i never really told any of my friends about it or anyone except for my parents. i kind of wanted it to be a personal thing- get in or not in the end.

after a really good last day of school before winter break, i went to the town library (lol) and checked my phone and therE IT WAS. I WAS A FINALIST WHICH MEANT I WOULD BE GOING TO THE UWC USA CAMPUS FOR FINALIST WEEKEND. did not know what to expect

waiting for finalist weekend felt looooong

but it came

i flew there myself AND IT WASNT EVEN DIRECT and i remember feeling so independent and proud for making it. it turned out i was one of the later ones and in the last group to be bussed over (but i met a friend on the bus who i still talk to here and there who is going to RBC this yr!!). we were so late we missed the initial meeting and first night of activities and just went straight to the hotel. at the hotel i saw my interviewer and she gave me a hug (<3) and that helped calm me down and it was also really nice to see her in person bc i remember really liking her during our skype interview. then finalist weekend happened. and im pretty sure im not supposed to expose the process so all i can say was that it was actually so genuinely fun and a real good time

UWC USA <3

at the end we all exchanged social media and fb and all that and started a messenger group chat -- as nice as it was to be able to connect to everyone, i think it really stressed everyone out. they told us that results would come out early that week (FALSE). THAT WEEK AFTER FINALIST WEEKEND WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER. IT TOOK YEARS FOR IT TO GO BY. i remember constantly checking my email between classes and everyone in the group chat wondering if anyone had heard. then on wed night, we all got an email that said the results would be notified by friday instead. the worst

i remember that friday evening i was packing for my first hackathon (it was fun) and thinking the call wouldnt come until later that night. people were freaking out all over the group chat. then, as i was scrambling packing my sweatpants into my bag, the home phone started ringing and i ran..RAN TO THE PHONE. it said my interviewer’s name on the caller ID and i was like OK THIS I S REAL. and i picked it up and it turned out i was too late so i frantically called back probably 10 times on multiple different phones (my efforts did not work). but then, i got a call to the home phone again and it was her so i picked up RIGHT AWAY and when she told me... i kid you not that i screamed and ran around my house a few times. so thats it. it was kind of a really long and sstressful process for sure, but SOO WORTH IT. i definitely learned a lot just from that process bc it makes you think and reflect a lot all throughout. weeee

if youre even thinking about applying please GO FOR IT (well as long as ur in the right age limit, 16-18.... and also make sure you’ve done some research to get a feel for it).. but just DO IT. and u can ask me questions if u want and ill answer to the best of my personal ability (but remember that im just one person and one experience and each person’s experience is completely different)

here is the general website btw:

https://www.uwc.org/

i will probably do another post to explain UWC - at least in my own words and perspective!

<3 <3 <3

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cyriusli · 7 years

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So I needed a little break from my Nanowrimo project and was trolling tumblr (go figure) and came across a post that was from a lawlu blog. Now normally, I stay away from these as most of them seem to have a lot of sexual content, and hey, to each their own, but I am not a big sexual lawlu fan. Anyway, I saw that it said in the post that this was an asexual lawlu and I got wicked excited! I see lawlu as an asexual relationship and this made me really happy! It also got me to thinking about where we are currently in the manga and what Law would be doing without Luffy.

Well, that lead to my head-cannon of Zoro being Ace, as well, and I was like... well, what if Law and Zoro had a conversation about their partners with how things are in the manga. So yeah, that’s how I came to write this weird ass, unedited thing below. Lawlu and Zosan, both in Asexual relationships, but with platonic zolaw. So I guess I cover all the ships? Idk XD

Also, slight mention of forcing sex cause Zoro is Zoro : / Anyway, enjoy.

Zoro can sense Law long before he enters the small room. It may have been his sub, but one thing Zoro noticed was how the other pirate seemed to give the Strawhat crew members their space most of the time. Back pressed against the outer hull of the sub, Zoro doesn’t move, keeps his grip tight around his katana from his spot on the floor. He was trying to nap, but the constant clinking and ticking of the submarine make it hard for him to do so.

“Roronoa-ya,” he starts in way of greeting.

Zoro grunts back, “Trafalgar.”

They have an… understanding with one another. While Luffy would call them friends, the two swordsmen have come to a respectable agreement that acknowledges their skills and their hesitation at fully accepting this alliance. It works, it builds a certain level of comfort and allows them to fight side by side if need be. It also allows for the maintained space and solitude they both look for, so for Law to come searching Zoro out… he’s not quite sure how to handle it.

Law’s mouth twitches slightly, the barest hint of a smirk before he grabs the chair by the door and hauls it close to where Zoro is sitting, the front two legs just touching the shadow that Zoro has claimed as his own near the far bed in the room. Law doesn’t ask why Zoro would rather sit on the floor than on the bed, and Zoro doesn’t offer up a reason.

Things fall quiet for a moment as Law gets comfortable, crossing one long leg over the other and Zoro keeps his head tipped forward, watching every move Law makes with careful precision. Theirs eyes meet under the brim of Law’s hat and he blinks slowly as if collecting his words. Zoro can feel that something is bothering him, that Law came here to talk, but why to him over every other person, Zoro is at a loss for. Anyone would be better suited for this than him, Zoro knows this, Law must as well, since it isn’t exactly something the Strawhat crew has hidden in their short journey with the Heart Pirates, so what does Law want?

“Zoro-ya,” Law starts a minute later, letting the silence drag out between them. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s just awkward, and Zoro can almost see Law shifting from one foot to the other in his head; an image he never thought he would see from the steadfast captain.

Zoro licks his lip. “Spit it out, Law,” he counters since they seem to have dropped the formalities of using their last names.

“It’s about Mugiwara-ya,” Law starts his sentence and Zoro automatically tenses, grip tightening around Kitetsu. “Nothing is wrong,” Law quickly adds, seeing and most likely feeling the tension building in the room. There aren’t a lot of things that instantly get under Zoro’s skin, cause him to see red, but his nakama are all a part of that list.

“Than what?” Zoro growls the two words out, body still on edge and his heart pounding in his chest. Sometimes, the way Law words sentences makes Zoro think he is trying to get under his skin and Zoro hates it because it always works. As long as one of his crew is attached to whatever sentence it is that Law is spitting from his mouth, Zoro rises to the bait. It sort of reminds him of— Zoro cuts that thought off. Law mentioned Luffy.

“I have a personal question to ask you.” Law says it so matter of factly that Zoro grits his teeth. What the hell could Law possibly want to know about him and Luffy? It’s no secret Zoro would die for his captain, hell he’d tried to do it several times already. “Concerning your captain.”

Zoro lowers his head, his neutral expression morphing into one of his best glares. Few people are able to maintain his eye contact when he gets pissed and Zoro would be lying if he said he isn’t impressed that Law doesn’t even waver. It takes Zoro a second to realize that Law must have meant the new partnership, relationship, whatever the hell it was those two had entered into that was above and beyond their alliance and Zoro jerks back ever so slightly at where he thinks Law is going. “He is my captain, I would—”

Law cuts him off. “I know that. My question is this: How do you do it?”

“Do what,” Zoro raises an eyebrow. That was a vaguely loaded question if Zoro had ever heard one.

“Deal with being apart?”

Zoro barely resists the laugh. If Law hadn’t figured out by now that Luffy was almost too dumb to die, his fighting prowess unwilling to let him submit or surrender unless he was truly dead, then maybe he didn’t deserve to be dating his captain after all. Zoro trusts Luffy and he trusts that Luffy will come back. “I have been apart from Luffy before.”

“I don’t mean Luffy-ya.”

“Than what in the hell are you talking about?” Zoro tips his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eye at the other man.

“Sanji-ya.”

Oh.

Zoro maintains his eye contact with Law, takes a long deep breath and relaxes his grip on Kitetsu. “I have been apart from the cook as well.” Zoro says it simply, keeping his voice flat.

Law scoffs. “Don’t play stupid with me, Zoro-ya. Even an idiot can see what’s going on between you two and I was only on the Sunny one night. So I will ask again: How do you do it?”

Zoro finally looks away, looks off to the shadows lurking under the bed that is bolted to the metal floor. He’s been trying not to think of Sanji, that blond asshole and this entire mess he’d put both crews into. But then, he thinks of Sanji— the cook’s smile, his snarky attitude and the way his body feels pressed against Zoro’s own— and he smiles, the faintest upturn at the corners of his mouth and he inhales deeply. “One second at a time.” It’s all he says and Law hums in understanding, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees.

“How long, if I can ask?”

“A lot longer than you and Luffy,” Zoro shoots back, a slight smirk creeping onto his face. He and the cook have been a thing unofficially for a long ass time, but only really finalizing things upon returning. Two years of wondering what the hell was going on had messed with them both. They weren’t touchy feely, and most of the time an intimate night meant Zoro being able to drink in peace with Sanji smoking at his side, leaning shoulder to shoulder and enjoying the calm silence.

Law frowns at Zoro’s snarky response and sighs. “I could go ask Robin-ya, but I thought I would try to get the information directly from you instead.”

“Is that where you started,” Zoro asks, knowing damned well that if he had, Robin would have directed Law to him. Law states this and Zoro can’t help but mentally high-five himself. Zoro is quiet a minute as he thinks over an answer he wants to give Law. “Long enough that I know I don’t want another,” he settles with in the end.

“It must be easier being on the same crew...” Law trails off, looks away himself, and Zoro feels like they have somehow reached an impasse. They are both baring parts of themselves that they normally wouldn’t, yet, Zoro feels that it’s all right. He’s really only ever done this with Sanji, occasionally Luffy on certain things, so doing so with Law, given how their relationship has developed, seems all right, too.

“What must be easier? He’s just as annoying when he’s with me as when he’s not.”

Law looks up at that, shock clear in his expression. “To talk,” Law babbles out. “That’s what I meant.”

Zoro shrugs. “Cook and I don’t do a lot of talking usually.” The words are out of Zoro’s mouth before he realizes the double meaning behind them and he looks up to Law, seeing the slight blush over his cheeks. He has to admit, that was something he thought he would never see. “That’s not what I meant,” Zoro continues. “We, um, we just sit, rest in one another’s presence. We don’t actually, ya know, have sex. I’m Asexual; don’t really like the entire process.”

It feels weird to say it outloud to someone other than Sanji, but it feels good, too. It had been hard enough to have that conversation with Sanji the first time, after several attempts and failures at going through with it. Zoro never backed down, but it had been Sanji who had put a stop to them trying, sick of seeing Zoro force himself to make sure Sanji was happy, even at the cost of his own sanity and comfort.

Law sort of perks up at that, sitting back and actually smiling. Not a smirk but a genuine smile. Zoro is sure he’s now seen everything. “So is Luffy… and myself; with the intercourse part at least.” Law adds, almost as an afterthought.

Zoro nods slowly. So maybe that was why he felt comfortable telling Law. He was vaguely aware Luffy was also Ace, but they also rarely talked about their more intimate lives unless it was directly connected to something that would affect the crew. Zoro had never even considered Law to be Asexual.

A lot of things fall into place for Zoro concerning the relationship Law has with his captain and it somehow makes this entire alliance feel more grounded, more solid to him. Law, like himself, isn’t thinking irrationally or illogically, letting things of a sexual nature cloud his judgement when making his decisions. He knows, in the back of his head, most people aren’t like that, but Zoro is so used to dealing with Sanji that it’s an automatic reaction.

“Still… one second at a time,” Zoro says again, standing and returning his katana to their places at his side. Stepping up to Law, Zoro carefully, hesitantly places his hand on Law’s shoulder before walking by. “He’ll be back.”

“And he will have Sanji-ya.”

Zoro pauses at the door, one hand gripping tightly to the metal frame. He looks over his shoulder to Law, barely able to see him from where Law is still sitting in the corner of the room. “He won’t return until he does.”

#zosan #lawlu #plationic zolaw #they just friends in this #also #asexual everyone #specifically law luffy and zoro #it seriously made me so happy to see that blog mention asexual lawlu #we need more of it

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joannalannister · 7 years

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Samyria submitted:

Hey :) I don´t know if I´m asking the right person (and also it is kind of an old case) but what are your thoughts about Jon being a Targaryen?

I personally don´t like it because it feels forced, obvious (to be honest: I´m not a fan of the Targaryen family - Daenerys included) and way too much like some kind of fanfiction where the Mary-Sue (aka Dany) finally finds her Gary-Stu (aka Jon). I mean…two families equipped with random super powers (in contrast to ALL the other families) and now there is this perfect link between them? That is a bit too much for my taste… Still I would love to hear your opinion. :D

Hi! I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking.

Are you asking me whether I think Jon Snow is Rhaegar and Lyanna’s son? Because yeah, I believe that, I don’t think “R Plus L Equals J” is too obvious. The fact that so many people figure it out while reading doesn’t make it obvious or forced imo, it just makes me believe that GRRM builds a good foundation when he’s constructing his story, so that when Jon does find out about his true parentage in the books, it will feel very organic and a natural part of the story. I don’t think I have any original thoughts on this theory, but if you’d like to read about it in depth, I recommend the #R plus L equals J tag on @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly‘s blog.

Or are you asking me whether I believe that Rhaegar and Lyanna got married in the books, making Jon their trueborn son rather than a bastard?

I don’t believe the theory that Rhaegar and Lyanna got married in the books, because I don’t think Jon Snow’s bastardy is something that’s going to be “solved” so neatly. I don’t think illegitimacy is something to be “solved” at all tbh. The R+L=J reveal is going to be quite tumultuous for Jon, something that will shake him to his core imo, and I think a lot of Jon’s narrative is going to be dedicated to his emotional journey of coming to terms with the idea that he wasn’t Ned Stark’s bastard at all, but Rhaegar’s bastard, and that the woman Jon thought was his aunt is really his mother, and sure, I believe that Lyanna went willingly with Rhaegar, but I don’t think she stayed willingly at the end, because I think this medieval idea of “consent once given is given forever” is bullshit and I think (hope) that GRRM is ripping that idea to shreds, like he does with that idea in Cersei’s narrative.

That tv show doesn’t have time for emotional journeys, hence the R/L marriage and the complete lack of a nuanced depiction of Rhaegar and Lyanna’s relationship.

Like, the way that I see Jon’s narrative isn’t that his bastardy is a problem, it’s that he needs to come to terms with it emotionally. And imo Jon has come to terms with the idea that he’s Ned Stark’s bastard in ADWD, cuz Ned was good and honorable and everyone in the North affords Ned a certain respect that sort of counterbalances the stigma in Westeros that bastards are treacherous and awful. So he’s halfway toward accepting who he is. But how much is it going to shake him when he finds out he’s actually Rhaegar Targaryen’s bastard? we can debate Rhaegar’s character until we’re blue in the face, I’m not gonna do that here. Set Rhaegar aside for a moment. The Targaryens murdered Jon’s grandfather and Jon’s uncle. The Targs really fucked up House Stark.

So when I talk about one of ASOIAF’s themes of the body as a battleground, GRRM is really gonna bring it home in Jon Snow, because he has to deal with such great internal conflict, Stark vs Targaryen, and how can Jon come to terms with what Rhaegar did, and how does that affect Jon’s decisions moving forward.

Not to mention the whole “I don’t think Jon’s ever going to be fully 100% alive ever again cuz he’ll be a fire zombie” thing complicating this whole situation.

So yeah, anyways, I think Jon Snow is staying a bastard throughout the series. (Although Robb may have tried to legitimize him, idk wtf is going on with that, idk if that counts, and frankly I don’t give a damn so *shrug emoji*.)

Is it forced or obvious? I don’t think GRRM’s going to make it feel that way.

Also, I think the point of Dany’s story is that she is the Targ claimant to the Throne, not Jon, but she gives it all up anyway to save the world. It’s a lot bigger and more meaningful sacrifice on her part if Jon remains a bastard.

In terms of a Mary Sue / Gary Sue … I don’t think I believe in those concepts tbh? Mary Sue is a term loaded with a lot of sexism and misogyny, and Gary Stu is derived from it, instead of the other way around as is typical, because people mostly use the “Mary Sue” concept to criticize female characters for being “too competent” / “too beautiful” / “too admirable” etc. We’ve seen numerous examples of Dany and Jon failing, so what exactly is too competent? What is too beautiful? What makes someone too admirable?

I don’t believe in the concept of a Mary Sue. I believe in good stories.

And I think GRRM is more than capable of making Jon and Dany into a damn good story: a compelling, emotionally-satisfying, well-written story with very flawed, very human characters. I think everything from AGOT to ADWD is proof of that. I would literally have to quote the whole book here.

So, I think the opening argument falls to you here. I’m not gonna do it for you. You would need to make the argument that Jon and/or Dany is a Mary Sue in the books with specific textual examples of how you feel they fit the definition of a Mary Sue if you want me to rebut that idea.

Regarding the idea that the Starks and the Targaryens have super powers while the other families don’t … idk what to tell you. ASOIAF is an epic fantasy series; people who do magical stuff is par for the course. If the fantasy genre isn’t your thing, idk what to say.

But what do the Starks have in terms of super powers? Bran has magical powers, Arya can commune with wolves, and Jon is … possibly vacationing in Ghost until a woman from Essos resurrects him. Sansa and Rickon don’t seem to have any magic, or at least nothing that’s manifested itself. (Nor did it seem like Robb did.)

idk, this doesn’t bother me. The Starks are the heroes. I want to see them do fantastic things, as much as I want to see Wonder Woman go up and over the top. It doesn’t bother me that magical powers aren’t distributed equally among Westerosi society because these powers are supposed to be special. They’re not ordinary. The magic isn’t a mundane part of everyone’s life. The people who use it are not ordinary. Someone like Arya is … exceptional. There could be a hundred Lancels, or a thousand Randylls, but there’s only one person like Arya. Only one person like Bran. Only one Jon. Because I think we’re supposed to realize that being the hero is hard. Stepping up and being the true knight in a world as dark and twisted as Westeros is something very out of the ordinary, something very rare. And the cool thing is that they would do this true knighthood thing even without the magical powers; the magical powers are just author signposts to say, “pay attention to this person” and painting it so much larger than life.

And idk if the Targaryens really have super powers? Dany has dragons. She has magical creatures, but does she have powers? A miracle happened to her, where she survived Drogo’s pyre, but she’s not fireproof, nor are any other Targs. idk, I read fantasy because I want the miracles, so again idk what to tell you.

Why does it bother you that the Starks have direwolves and Dany has dragons?

(If it makes you feel any better, I like to imagine that the prehistoric lions in the Westerlands (basically direlions) – I like to imagine that after the Clegane kennelmaster killed the lioness, Tytos found two cubs and they took them home and he gave them to his kids as pets, but cats being cats, the lion cubs just caused a bunch of problems like knocking down expensive shit and gnawing on people and stuff, until Tytos was like, OK we gotta lock em up, and that’s why they were tame and why they didn’t bite Cersei’s hand off many years later.)

For me, it always felt like Tyrion has his own superpower: “My mind is my weapon,” and this is why GRRM wrote Tyrion as he did, making him a dwarf to give him a head disproportionately bigger than his body, like he’s someone from a comic book.

And iif you’re asking me about Jon being in a relationship with Dany, but it being incestuous … eh, it’s fantasy, it’s not real. The incest just adds to the heightened emotions, like some Greek Drama or s/t. If we were reading about the Greek gods on Olympus or s/t with all their incest, would everyone cringe so much?

Truly, I’m a lot more bothered by all the 13 year old girls being forced to get married in ASOIAF, and the way GRRM writes about how a woman’s “childlike smile” and “girlish body” is “so sexy”. <.<

For Jon/Dany … as I’ve said before, I think ASOIAF is about love, and I think it’s about loving even in the Lovecraftian landscape of the Others, about finding and reveling in our humanity even when it’s under siege in a twisted world of cold and ice. Some people think that’s corny or cheesy or cliche. I think it’s beautiful. If you don’t like it, tho, then you don’t like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Finally, if you were asking me about Jon/Dany on the show, I’m sorry but I don’t like that show, so the question of whether Jon/Dany are forced or obvious on the show is irrelevant to me.

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First Mission

Hello! I love your blog and I love my house (Ravenclaw). So, I would like to submit this one shot I did. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2811

Author: notyourregularfangirl

Requested by: @fioretz

Rating: K

Summary: Spider-Man goes on his first mission with the Avengers, but not everything goes as planned, bringing out an unusual facet of Iron Man

Warnings: Angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the the Marvel characters or plot lines. Neither do I own David Bowie’s song.

Amy’s notes: I put in a ‘read more’ so that this doesn’t take up too much space on people’s dashes, but idk if it’ll work. Anyway, this is some good writing! I’ll give you 25 points for it, tying Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff for first with 272 points.

At first, they thought it had only been some remnant of the Chitauri technology that had been left behind after the battle, yielded unknowingly by some unaware citizen. The Avengers were wrong. However, only partly. It was the artifacts they had feared, but no any citizen had used it. It was one of Vulture’s followers that, apparently, possessed an enemy in one of the apartments of the building and wished revenge, so he attacked the poor man inside his home.

The job of the vindictive young man had only started a small amount of time before Vulture was captured, as so, his knowledge on said technology was limited and he didn’t only miss his target, but he also destabilized the whole apartment complex. After his attempted escape, the building started falling. The Avengers arrived, just in time to save most of the inhabitants before the building collapsed completely and to give Vision enough time to chase down and catch the perpetrator.

“The rubble is too unstable now, moving one piece might crash the people left inside, and the crevices are too small for any of us to fit in.” Iron Man announced, using the thermal camera in his suit to analyze the location of the trapped. Two people. One child.

Scarlet Witch and Black Widow had been sent abroad for a special mission, obviously, leaving only the males of the Avengers group. Thor, Captain America, Hulk and Hawkeye looked around. Up above, in one of the neighboring constructions, something caught Cap’s eye.

He turned to Tony, “I think there is someone that will definitely fit.”

At first, Iron Man thought Steve was looking at the Hulk, and was about to go along in the joke when he noticed the red spot.

“No way, Cap.”

Thor was as confused as when they told him there was a thing other than magic that could make two people swap faces in a phone. Hulk was faster to catch on.

“Stupid Iron Head will let kid do the job.” The green humanoid ordered.

“Language.” Iron Man said out of reflex. With his head down, he contemplated his options.

One of the rocks slid and there was a loud rumble. “Hardly the time for that, Stark.” Hawkeye signaled.

The panic was evident in Captain America’s voice, “You know he’s ready and we have to be quick.”

Iron Man sighed and shook his head. Yes, he had been personally training the Queens’ teen for a while now; and yes, protecting the little people had made him humbler and even stronger than he had once been, but, he was still too young for these sort of missions, especially after the whole Vulture fiasco. He had faith in the kid, but he wouldn’t be able to have something happen to him. Nevertheless, there were civilians in danger and their main duty was with them. “Fine.” with a sigh, he called Peter’s suit. “Come on down, kid, quick.” There was a sound that resembled a squeal of unmasked joy and the red and blue clad teen was right next to him in a matter of seconds.

“Spider-Man reporting for service,” Iron Man rolled his eyes and explained the situation quickly to the boy. After a firm nod of the head Peter tentatively examined the hollow spaces and chose the most suitable one to go into. The space was very small and he wasn’t a very big fan of the complete darkness that engulfed him suddenly. So, he used his new suit’s advanced and enhanced features to make it less dark and localize the people. There was a young girl first, about six years old.

“Hello?” Peter called out. There were two answers. One was the sobs of the little girl that were interrupted with a hiccupped, weak ‘help me’. The other one was a man, somewhere from 10 to 15 feet away farther than the child:

“Please, get her out of here. Save her, just save her.” The man’s rough voice begged.

He must be his daughter, the hero thought to himself.

The girl’s crying got louder. “No, no! Save my daddy, too!” She cried and mumbled uncomprehendingly until she gasped for air and spoke in a tone barely above a whisper, “I need him.”

Peter Parker’s heart plummeted to his stomach. He knew the feeling of needing a parent, of being helpless, and worst of all: of losing a parent. He was not going to let that little girl go through what he experienced.

“Don’t worry,” He said as calmly as he could, “I am going to get both of you out of here.”

There was another crackling on the debris above him and a few pebbles and dust sprinkled down. The sound made the girl cry louder.

“We’re going to die! I don’t want to die!”

Peter analyzed his surroundings. Some rocks were so close to falling that the girl’s weeping could topple the whole thing over. “No, no. You’re going to be fine. I promise.” That didn’t calm her down. “However, if I want to save you, we need to be calm and not cry so we don’t make the rocks angry.”

At this point, the girl continued crying, but more softly and quietly and her dad decided to step in, “We wouldn’t want to make the rocks angry, now, would we, Bowie?”

She sniffed. “No.”

“You like rocks, Bowie?”

“A lot, I have a huge collection back at home.” As soon as the words left her mouth Spiderman flinched. “I had a huge collection.” And the bawling continued, only louder.

Peter was in trouble. “Uh-uh-Your name’s Bowie. Like David Bowie?”

Bowie nodded and once she realized the man couldn’t possibly see her, she said yes.

“I love his songs.” Peter smiled because he was saying the truth, and he got some flashbacks to when he and Ned started humming Under Pressure right before a Physics’ final and the whole class joined in to the point where even the teacher crooned the tone herself, after administering everyone detention, of course. “How about we sing one now?”

The girl sniffed, “The Man Who Sold the World is my favorite.”

“Well, that is just perfect because that is also my favorite song of his.” Peter smiled despite himself. “How about we sing the song together and I promise you that by the time we finish the song you and your father will be out of here, together.”

“You pinky promise?”

Peter Parker felt unease: The structure was getting weaker by the second, there were more people to take into account, and the song was almost four minutes long. Peter Parker was scared.

Spider-man, on the other hand, was so confident. Probably a lot more than he should have been. He was going to jam to this song as he saved people, just like in the movies. He was going to save the two people that were trapped. He was not going to be scared as the darkness enveloped him and when there were sharp edges of objects sticking out at him from every direction, and when the lives of five people, total strangers, were literally hanging on his hands. Spider-man knew no fear because…simply because he was Spider-man.

He finally made it to the small hollow where the girl was perched hugging her legs and rocking herself in the tiny amount of space there was to spare.

He took her in his arms and, with the sincerely least scared face he could muster, he asked her to start singing the song.

Bowie sang shakily at first, evidence of her still not completely tearless state,

“We passed upon the stair we spoke of was and when Although I wasn’t there He said I was his friend”

The girl sang just like Peter imagined angels would. Contrary to her petite, babyish body, her voice was huge, soft and sweet, but demanding and resounding. Even if he was buried in yards of dirt, an ethereal feeling confined him, along with the renewed need to save that little person, because, holy crap, did the world need to listen to her voice.

“Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone a long long time ago”, Spider-man sang back, “The next part together.”

“Oh no, not me” Just another left turn and he would be back outside. “I never lost control you’re face to face With the man who sold the world”

Bowie finally stopped sniffing and lightly whimpering, changing her expression to a more tranquil one. With her eyes closed and even breathing, she relaxed into her savior’s chest and prayed and prayed that very soon her father would hold her like this, like he always did.

“I laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home I searched for form and land for years and years I roamed” Finally, Spider-man laid Bowie onto Captain America’s arms.

Spider-man booped her nose, “Keep on singing, kiddo. Your dad is next,” She scrunched her nose and nodded.

“I gazed a gazeless stare at all the millions here I must have died alone A long, long time ago”

He advanced faster now because of having memorized the way already. As he got to Bowie’s dad, he heard her starting the second-to-last chorus.

“Is Bowie okay?” The man asked as soon as Spider-man came into his field of view.

“She is safe and sound outside with my colleagues, sir.”

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

“You are very welcome. Now, if you would kindly jump on my arms since I promised your daughter I would get you back safely before the song ended, and I am not about to break a promise to someone with such an amazing taste in music despite her young age.”

The father did as told, although tentatively due to his insecurity about having the lanky hero carry his quite bigger, heavier frame through such a tight tunnel. His worries were put to bed as he laid on his arms, since the teenager was way sturdier than he seemed.

It wasn’t as easy carrying a man that was probably twice his age as it was to carry someone that was ten years younger than him, but he prevailed and advanced at an even pace. Almost synchronized with the tune.

“Who knows? Not me We never lost control”

“She does, doesn’t she? She got that from her mother. As well as her voice.” He sighed, probably reminiscing about old times.

“So her mother got out of the building before it fell?”

The man looked down at his hands, “Yes, long before. She died three years ago.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t worry, kid. You couldn’t have known.”

“Well, then, I believe you’ve done a great job raising Bowie. She seems like a very sweet child.”

He smiled sweetly, “That she is. Sometimes I believe she can be too sweet for her own good,” He shook his head even though he smiled. “This is a cruel word, even more for the kind, innocent people. But God knows I love her more than all that there is in this world. And I have to protect her from all that.”

Peter said nothing and showed no sign of answering.

“I’m sorry, I’m venting. You must know what it’s like, loving someone, having children.”

Peter laughed. “Oh no, I don’t have children. I’m barely 16, but I do know what it’s like to love someone,” He sighed and felt an awful knot lodging itself in his throat. “And I’m also familiar with loss.”

“You’re face to face With the man who sold the world”

“May I ask why?”

“My parents died when I was younger than Bowie even.”

“I’m very sorry.” The light at the end of the tunnel was already visible and Bowie’s voice could be heard again.

“Who knows? Not me”

“No need to. My aunt and uncle took me in and they love me very dearly.” Peter winced as he remembered he couldn’t say that truthfully anymore. He only had his aunt now.

“We never lost control”

Above them, there was a falling pebble. Of course, they didn’t notice that.

“You’re face to face”

“I’m glad you had that support.” He cleaned his nose of some dirt that had dusted down. “You know, we’ve been through all this and I don’t even know your name.”

Peter smiled, “I’m Spider-man, sir.” He started walking with his back to the exit.

“Thank you very much, Spider-man.” He patted the boy’s shoulder and Spider-man had few times felt as proud as he did in that moment.

They both saw the huge grin on Bowie’s face as they almost stepped out of the crevice.

The child finished singing, “With the man who sold the world”

And then the whole thing came down.

It must have been days since he started crying. It sure felt like it, even if it had only been a few hours. His lungs felt as if they had been filled with rocks. Rocks the size of fists with jagged ends for fingers. Just like the ones that were left sticking out of the passage. That wretched passage. His fingers trembled, probably exhausted from all the wiping of his nose and tears.

The images kept repeating themselves in his mind’s eye.

He hated himself for it. He had been the one closer to the exit. He shouldn’t have been. He should have put the man down on the ground safely before himself. He should have reacted quicker. He shouldn’t have let him go, even if it was an involuntary reaction.

He would never be able to forget Bowie’s screams. They would hunt him forever.

“You promised, you liar! You said you’d save both of us!”

She was right. He was liar, but above all, a murderer.

There was someone at the door knocking, but he didn’t look up. The memories were so much louder than any knock would ever be. The guilt even more as it screamed inside every part of him in little Bowie’s voice.

“I brought you some hot chocolate.” It was Mr. Stark, but Peter wasn’t in the mood to please anyone. He wasn’t in the mood for anything. “I know it’s the middle of summer, but Cap said it was a comforting beverage and he insisted so much I just did it to shut him up.”

The teen did not respond.

“Can I sit?” It was stupid of him to ask. They were in the Avengers’ headquarters, in a room they set aside for him whenever he went to train and it was too late for him to go back, so he practically and literally owned the place.

Nothing. So the millionaire sat.

“It was a good mission.”

“How can you say that?” Peter shrieked at him. “He died! A man died because of me. I killed him!”

“You did not kill him,” Tony set the mug on the floor.

“Of course I did. I let him go, I was about to go out first.”

“With him on your arms.” Iron Man interrupted.

“It would have been better if I hadn’t carried him at all.” Peter looked down at his lap again.

“He could have been injured when the structure collapsed, you did what was right.”

“If I had done what was right my suit wouldn’t be stained with an innocent man’s blood and that girl would not be an orphan.”

Tony arranged himself so he could be looking directly at Peter. “Hey, look at me.” Peter raised his head slowly. “You did what you thought would solve the problem. You used logic and you calmed both of them. Yes, you were about to get him out, but sometimes that’s just how things work. There was a reason bigger than all of us for that man dying and you and the girl being the ones that survived. Maybe because you’re young with a life ahead. We will never know. But this was your first mission, Parker. You assessed the situation and saved a life today.”

The Spider-Man in him made him stop crying so he could listen to his mentor. “I didn’t fulfill the mission.”

“The way I see it, you did save both of them. You fulfilled the mission. It’s just God, or destiny or whatever you want to call it that got in the way of a happy ending. It happens to the best of us, believe me.” Tony’s face contorted to a pained expression during his last sentence.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” He grabbed the mug from the floor. “But I would like to be alone for another moment.”

“Sure thing, kid.” The older man made his way back to the door. Peter took a sip of the hot beverage, along with a few tears that ran down his cheeks. “And remember, I’m proud of you. If that means anything.”

It meant a lot.

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